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Pantyhose and Heels-Aunt Samantha (1)

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Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: ~anonymous Age: 50 Gender: Male

My fetish with pantyhose and heels began when I had hit puberty. I can almost remember the exact moment. My music teacher, a blonde over 6 feet, who wore a burnt orange colored suit with a short skirt, dark pantyhose and heels, matching the suit, sat down with her guitar, crossed her legs and began playing. I was mesmerized by the sight of her long elegant legs being exposed like that. I masturbated then, but never about an older woman. That also was the start of my desire to have sex with more mature women. Why have a hamburger when you can have a steak?

Jumping to my junior year in high school. My parents were throwing a party. At the party were my neighbors, including the sexiest woman in the neighborhood, "Regina". Dyed red hair, full lips, she wore skirts and hot pants on a regular basis. Finding pictures of her in a family photoalbum, taken at another party provided even more heat for my fantasies about her. The pictures showed her sitting in our love seat, her white dress pulled up to midthigh, the shine of the flash reflecting off her sheer black pantyhose and white high heels. Those pictures never failed to make me hard.

At this party, Regina was wearing a blue jumper, a white blouse, and white low heeled pumps. She looked so good, she made my heart pound. It wouldn't be until some years later that I finally had her as a lover, but that's a story for another time.

I returned to my bedroom, ready to masturbate about Regina for the umpteenth time.

As I lay on my bed, my cock in my hand, getting to the halfway point in my fantasy (Regina kissing me), I heard a noise coming from the doorway. I looked up and saw to my horror that I had neglected to lock the door! It was opening; there was no way in hell I would be able to get myself together.

The door opened. Instead of my mother or father, it was my Aunt "Samantha". Samantha was about 38, black hair, wirerimmed aviator glasses. She was an attractive woman, with nice but small tits, a cute butt, and nice legs. This evening, she was wearing a dark green dress, with matching high heels, and tan pantyhose.

Samantha stood in the doorway. There I was, my pants undone, my now-shrinking hard-on in my hand, and no place to go.

"Oh, dear." Samantha said as she came in and shut the door behind her. "I came in to see this incredible collection of model cars you've put together over the years your mom told me about, and I find you in here masturbating."

I immediately turned red. Samantha smiled and said, "Don't worry, sweetie. Lots of guys your age jerk off, and so do a lot of girls. It's perfectly normal. Were you thinking about Regina?" I nodded.

Samantha got the chair from my desk and brought it over near the bed. She sat down, and I couldn't help but notice that she crossed her legs, showing off her very nice thighs and calves.

"I don't blame you. She's pretty hot stuff. It has to be difficult for you young guys around a woman like that. She just gives off sex like radiation. You know, "sex rays". She suddenly realized that she had made a pun, and started to laugh. Relaxing now, I began laughing, too. I let go of my penis, pulling up my shorts, intending to get dressed, when Samantha put out her hand, grasping my arm.

"What's your hurry, Sweetie? I may not be as sexy as Regina, but I do know that I'm attractive. Why don't you think about someone who cares about you? Why don't you think about ME?"

Samantha recrossed her legs, exposing her left thigh to me. She saw me looking at her legs.

"Want to touch?" I nodded and she took my hand and placed it on her thigh.

"Um. That's nice. Stroke my thigh." I did, and moved my hand inside her leg.

"Oooh! That's sweet!" She took my hand and placed it back on top of her leg. "That's too sweet, though, and too soon. This is about you, not me."

I continued stroking the top of her leg, enjoying the feeling of the nylon, the sight of her legs and the feel of her thigh muscles.

She stopped me, got up and locked the door.

"Continue, please." I began stroking her leg again. Of course, I was hard.

She looked over at the bulge in my shorts.

"Pull them down, honey." I did so.

"Holy cow, that's a nice one. Now, sweetheart, start touching yourself."

"Will you touch me, Aunt Sam?"

"No, not yet, Tiger. First of all, we might get caught. Second of all, I want to build up the anticipation for you. And third of all, when we do get together, I don't want to spend the entire time jacking you off. I have wants, too, and I'll teach you how to meet them. Right now, though, I want to see you come, while you are looking at me."

She got up, moved the chair so she was facing me, and made a show of crossing her legs, standing up and sitting down, her dress always near the top of her thighs, moving her foot up and down, her high heels always where I could see them shape her lovely legs. As I watched her, I began to stroke myself faster and faster. My breathing got faster, and right before I came, Sam leaned over, kissing me hard and holding a kleenex near the tip of my cock. My come ended up in the kleenex.

As I lay there, Sam got another kleenex, told me to wipe off the lipstick, and get myself together. She told me to hide the lipsticked kleenex to use to remind me of her when I jacked off again. She put the kleenex into the pocket of her dress, patted it, and said she was going to smell it while she masturbated herself, thinking about me, and the fun we were going to have when we got together. She said she would call. She blew me a kiss and left to rejoin the party.

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