As the years began to move along, I began to be more and more attuned to nyloned legs. And the wonderful part about my childhood (even into my late teens, though not as prevalent as my elementary years) was the fact that nylon stockings were a way of life for the average American woman. Therefore, I was exposed to them often, at school (on teachers), at churches, in the stores (the lady clerks, as well as some of the ladies that were shopping)… everywhere. It was wonderful!
I don’t have any specific images of stockinged ladies from the latter part of my elementary school years (the “gray years”) that are distinct enough to be shared. There’s the nondescript types of images of certain legs crossed, or walking, that sort of thing… but nothing that poignantly stands out.
During these years, I do recall my older sister’s 16th birthday party. Mom made it into a big deal, what with a live band and all. Therefore, there were lots of young couples, and I don’t recall one of the young ladies that wasn’t wearing a skirt or dress outfit… which meant stockings! I also remember the funky hairdos typical of the early ’60s abounding on said young misses, as well as those flats with the pointed toes that were popular at the time.
But in regards to the nylon path we are retracing, there is a somewhat vague era in my nylon sojourn in my latter elementary years where the memorable markers along the way are not quite distinct. But that would all change once I entered Junior High.
An amazing transformation happens during that summer between sixth and seventh grade: You discover girls!
True, throughout my earlier years I had discovered a fascination with ladies in nylons, but they were always on “women”… members of the opposite sex that were essentially unattainable. They were in an entirely different stratos of the social level. They were “grown up” and I was a kid. Thus, though I found them pretty, and their nylon adorned legs enchanting… they were only objects in which to dream of. But girls my age? (Before seventh grade.) Nuisances. Pests in which retaliation and rivalry existed. They wore ankle socks, “little girl” skirts/dresses. At the school playground during recess, they wanted to play dolls right where us guys wanted to play football. They were The Enemy.
But something happens in the summer between that sixth and seventh grade year. What a change a summer can make!
And their nylons… the way they wore their nylons! Young legs trying to wear women’s hosiery too soon. It was typical fare for there to be multiple creases at the bend of their ankles, ripples of nylon up above the heel of their foot, loose nylon just below their knees when standing, wrinkles just below their calves… you name it, I saw it! By the end of a long day at school, their stockings could be quite the worse for the wear. I’ve seen it all on Jr. Miss! From multiple runners to reinforced heels twisted up onto the inside of her heel, to ripples at the knees, calves, ankles… or all! In a word: Everything! And to think, I used to complain about our school system’s “Dress Code”! (i.e. The Dress Code: No shorts on boys or girls, shirt tails tucked in on the boys, girls to wear dresses or skirts/blouses only, etc.) In sixth grade such a dress code was a pain, but now that I was in seventh grade… the dress code would cater specifically to my evolving nylon leg tastes by encouraging the Jr. Miss’ to wear nylon stockings! After all, it was now “childish” for a Jr. Miss to wear ankle socks. Thus, the peer pressure around her was to “grow up” and wear nylons as any “grown” woman does.
I must have been born at exactly the right time and in the right place. For not only was there a Dress Code that inadvertently encouraged nylon stockings to be worn by the young female students, but it was nearing the mid-’60s, one of the most ideal times for nylon lovers everywhere. During the mid-’60s, there was no such thing as readily available pantyhose… therefore any nylon you saw belonged to a stocking. BUT…the greatest advent to hit at that time, and turned out to be a stocking lovers delight for a short season was: the mini skirt. Can you think of a better combination than being surrounded by careless Jr. Misses’, and almost all of them beginning to wear shorter and shorter skirts… YET wear said short skirts with stockings?
Truly the golden era
And this voyeuristic nylon environment would be “my world” for the next 6 years. Years that would be instrumental in determining what I associated with “sensual”. Why, so short were some of the skirts, that sometimes if you followed a short distance behind a girl down the hall during class change, you would actually see stocking tops flashing from beneath the short skirt with each step she took. I have even seen soft white flesh as they would ascend stairs ahead of me! (More prevalent with stockings that had very narrow top welts.)
Accenting that wondrous change that takes place, is a scene still in my mind concerning a one-year younger Miss that was my next door neighbour: Lisa. One summer, she’s “one of the guys”, rough-housing with the best of us. Then, off to Jr. High she goes. Next thing I know, I see her getting off the bus after school, and walking across her lawn. She’s wearing a short little red plaid dress… and as she walks across the lawn headed for her door, she drops a book. With her backside toward me, she bends over to retrieve it. The plaid dress rides way up above her short stockings. Not only is the entire welt visible, but also the garter straps… and her soft white thighs! I never looked at Lisa with the same “little girl” mentality again. But now, on most school days, she could be found wearing nylons. From there on out, her legs were to be checked out at every available opportunity.
One class I was in had those combination chairs w/half-desks arranged in a semi circle. I sat on one side of the circle… this would place the desks opposite facing me. One of the Jr. Misses’ (her name was Joanie) sat across from me. Joanie had a tendency to cross her legs (and swing the crossed leg briskly). This combination of the shortness of her attire and that swinging leg, would make her short little skirt or dress ride high up her thigh, exposing the underside of her stockinged leg for my hungry, but discreet, staring eyes. Often were the times that I could not only see the top of her stocking, but also the underside of her tender thigh above the stocking top. Some days, the show was so exquisite, I didn’t pay a lot of attention to what was being taught by the school teacher… but I was sure being taught what was sensual and erotic by another very youthful (and quite unaware) teacher!
In a school of students numbering in the hundreds, you usually can’t learn everyone’s name. But I would often know a young miss by the type of stockings she most often wore. I got quite proficient at discerning the differences.
