By the time I was 18 I had been dressing in my mom's lingerie for a few years. I had always liked to sneak into her room when she was out and try on her panties, bras, and other assorted lingerie. Her pantyhose were always my favorite though, they felt amazing on my slight, nearly hairless legs.
As my passion for wearing pantyhose grew, I took to keeping a pair in my car and going for drives, changing into them and driving around for hours. After a while I'd end up pulling over and jerking off in the car.
On this particular day I headed off on one of my drives. On a back road I pulled over, slipped off my pants and slid into my pantyhose. Putting my pants back on, I continued my drive. I ended up by my school, taking the way home my bus used to drive, I drove passed a small block building. There was a store there that always caught my eye, Charlton Book and Video, there was always a glowing neon open sign on, but it always seemed closed, black curtained windows and never any cars there. The sign was on so I decided to see what the deal was.
I pulled up to the store, got out and walked to the door. A sign on the door read 'Adult Material 18 and over ID's required'. This piqued my interest, I walked in. I stepped into a dimly lit room, the soft glow of the florescent bulbs outlined shelves of movies and magazines. Walking closer I saw they were all pornos.
"Hey kid. I need an I.D.," a voice called from behind me. Turning around to look, I saw a high counter, with an older man sitting behind it. "I.D. please," he asked again. I reached for my wallet, handed him my license.
"You look younger than 18, had to be sure," he handed me back my I.D. I took it and went back to staring at the videos and magazines.
It was a small store, the register counter took up half a wall, the rest filled with a magazine rack. The far wall was filled with toys and other product. The wall to my left was shelves filled with videos and a curtained doorway. The center of the store had a couple of spinning rack with videos and magazines. I ventured over to the magazines, pouring over them I saw all kinds of things I had never seen. Porn to me, in my limited scope, was Penthouse, Playboy, and the mild softcore on the pay cable channels.
These racks had everything, gays, lesbians, transsexuals, real hardcore stuff. I looked over all of them, my cock growing harder than ever. I looked over the toys and made my way to the videos. Wow, I had never seen anything like this before. Walking to the videos a man walked from behind the curtain, head down and straight out the door.
I saw more light behind the curtain and walked through. Even more dimly lit than the main store, the only light coming from a lighted poster box. The small room was pretty much a hallway, three doors running down either side. I walked to the light box,behind the glass were numbered video boxes. All of them were porn. I looked down the hall, all the doors were slightly ajar. I walked down peeking in the first door, inside the small closet was a tv and a chair. A small sign read "Quarters only" below it, a coin slot.
I couldn't resist, reaching in my pocket I pulled out a quarter and dropped it in, the tv came on and I was rewarded with a porn. Some blonde getting screwed by a big dicked stud. There was a dial to left at the bottom of the screen, I turned it, the movie changed. More of the same, I flipped through the channels, all fucking. I flipped through again, slowly this time, stopping to get a good look at what was showing. I stopped on a channel, two guys outside, one on all fours the other behind him humping away.
This was a huge turn on for me. Sometimes, while dressed, I used to fantasize about being with a guy. Here it was playing out on the screen in front of me. The screen went black, I quickly fished out more quarters and fed them in. I needed to see how this played out. I watched in amazement, I was so hard, slipped my hand into my pants, playing with my cock, slowly stroking over my pantyhose.
I heard what sounded like a shutting door from the room next to mine, I thought nothing of it wrapped up in the video playing. My pants were pulled down, I sat with my hose covered cock in hand. A small movement caught my eye, looking where I thought it came from I noticed a hole in the wall. The light from the screen barely lit the corner where the hole was.
A finger came through, I froze. What was that?! The finger wagged, tapping the edge of the hole. I pulled my pants up, panicking I zipped up while getting out of the booth. I walked out of the hall and into the store, heading for the exit.
Locked! The door didn't move to my push. What the hell was going on I thought to myself.
"Liked what you saw in there did you?" the clerk said stepping from behind the curtain.
"I get a lot of you guys coming in here all the time," he added.
I didn't know what to say, I stammered out a quiet "Yes."
