My love affair with Stockings.
My parents were old-fashioned hard working people, but not much good on the affectionate and fun-loving front. As they both held down full time jobs they would pack me of to Aunty Ileana during the school holidays, my father could not see the point in paying for child-care when aunty Ileana was more than happy to look after me for free. On the first weekend of a school holiday my mother would take me by train the 1-hour journey to my aunties.
Now Ileana was a fun loving woman, who would shower me with affection, she was also a very tactile person, always cuddling and kissing me, telling me what a handsome boy I was, She was a passionate red head with a tall willowy figure and long, long legs.
She wasn’t my real aunty, just a family friend we called aunty.
She lived in a small flat in the south of London and whenever I stayed we would always sleep in the same bed as she only had the one bedroom. She looked forward to me staying, as she had no man in her life and loved to cuddle up to me in bed.
It must have been from the age of twelve or thirteen that my feeling towards her changed direction, moving from the normal aunty/nephew relationship to one of pubescent lust.
Each morning I would watch her come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel with a smaller towel covering her hair. I would lay in bed pretending to be asleep and watch her dry herself in front of her dressing table, the three mirrors on the table being set at diffenant positions enabled me to see her from every angle.
She would dry herself off then dust herself with talcum powder, rubbing it over her breast, across her tummy and down her legs, the talc making her white skin glisten like marble.
Next she would pull on a pair of white nylon panties, they were almost transparent, revealing her dark pubic hair, a white girdle (they used to call them Roll-on’s in the 60’s) was pulled on next followed by coffee coloured nylon stockings.
I’m sure she knew I was watching but never let on, I think she liked being watched, as she never tried to cover herself up and never hurried the procedure.
Next she would slip on her satin dressing gown and the show would be over for another morning.
She would jump on the bed and tickle me saying “Come on my handsome man, it’s time to get up, and where’s my morning kiss she would ask cuddling me tight to her.
One morning, I must have been about 14 when she went off to do her cleaning job a couple of streets away, I was sitting at her dressing table and couldn’t resist going through her underwear draw, I took out a pair of her white knickers, the nylon was so sheer and soft, I couldn’t help but smell them, they smelt so fresh like Ileana, next I took out her stockings, again holding them to my nose and breathing deeply, I was intoxicated, I was over come with the desire to try them on, so recounting all those mornings of voyeurism, I stripped off, first pulling on her white knickers, then the girdle and lastly the most exciting part for me, pulling on those delicious coffee nylon stockings.
I loved the feel of the nylon on my skin, all I could see was Ileana standing there in all her beauty, I lifted the front of the girdle and pulled out my now erect cock, god I was so excited, I began to wank myself off watching myself in the three mirrors, it wasn’t long before my spunk shot over the dressing table, I was so aroused and excited. I was obsessed with that beautiful woman and her stockings.
Half term came around and it was time to go off to stay with Aunty Ileana, I was 15 now and this would be the last holiday I would spend with my aunty as I was due to leave school at the end of the term and start an apprentership.
Each night she used to love sitting on the sofa cuddling me while we watched TV, she would always stroke my hair or the back of my neck. On this night she said we should have a little drink as it was my last night so she poured herself a gin and tonic and me a gin and lemonade, I only had the one glass but Ileana must have had several.
We stayed up later than usual giggling and fooling around, I put a hand on her leg, as I wanted to feel it clad in those coffee stockings.
It got to midnight and she said it was time for bed, and by this time she was really quite tipsy, I went off to bed while she tidied away the dishes from our evening meal. She came into the bedroom a few minutes later and turned on her dressing table light, I was in bed reading, she pulled her tight sweater off over her head revealing her white bra then undone and dropped her pencil skirt to the floor revealing those delicious coffee nylon clad legs, unclipping her bra she also drop that to the floor and slipped on her satin dressing gown.
Taking off her stockings, girdle and knickers’ she sat in front of the dressing table mirrors and said “come and brush my hair Randy”, she loved me brushing her hair. I stood behind her brushing her lovely red hair while she slipped a hand under her robe and moisturized her entire body, starting with her breasts and working all the way down to her toes, all the while I was standing behind her watching her in the mirrors while brushing her hair.
She tried not to reveal to much as she knew I was watching, every now and again a small smile would creep across her face, I told her that she was beautiful and looked just like a film star, she said “you are so sweet” and lent back against me and raised a hand and caressed my face, I think she must have felt my erection when she leaned back as she moved her upper body from side to side a couple of times while still pressing against me, then she said “time you were in bed Big Boy”
I jumped in to bed trying to hide me stiff cock as she went into the bathroom, she came out a few minutes later took off her dressing gown and slipped on a pink nylon baby doll nightly and got into the bed with me as she always did. “Come on cuddle up” she said and pulled me towards her.
I wanted to touch her breast so badly so made sure that as she pulled me close that my hand laded on her breast, she made no attempt to move it away, I could feel my cock getting harder and my heart start to race, and that’s how I fell asleep still with my hand laying gently on her breast.
Some time later I woke up, I was facing away from Ileana and I felt her hand move over my thigh and start fumbling for my cock, I didn’t move a muscle, I pretended to still be asleep, she started gently rubbing my cock until it was harder than it had ever been.
I didn’t know what to do so I still pretended to be asleep breathing deeply and not moving a muscle. She pulled my now hard cock through the opening in my pajama trousers and started gently wanking me off.
My heart was pounding in my chest but I wasn’t going to move, as I didn’t want her to stop. She carried on wanking me till I shot my spunk all over her hand, then cuddled tighter up to my back and fell asleep while I just lay there in total amazement at what had just happened.
When I woke up next morning Ileana was already up and was pulling on her stockings, I watched as she pulled the last suspender down and clipped it to the top of her stockings.
“Morning my handsome boy, what would you like for breakfast, you’ll have to be quick as you mum will be here in an hour to take you home” and with that she came over to the bed and kissed me on the check and went out into the kitchen, had I dreamt the night before, I pulled back the bed cloths and found crusty spunk patches on my pajamas and on the bed sheets.
It was no dream, the woman I had become infatuated with over the past few months had given me a hand fuck.
I slipped a pair of her stockings into my bag before I left to go home and every night I would slip them on and wank myself recounting her dressing in the mornings and my last night with her.
I was in love with her and now obsessed with stockings