GARTERS AND HIGH HEELED PROBLEMSI guess my problem started during Christmas vacation when I was 18. My parents were on a two week second honeymoon in France, and my Aunt Jill had agreed to take care of our rather large house and of me. Jill, who was 28 at the time, was still recovering from the shock of losing her husband in an automobile accident, so I was skeptical about my chances of having a merry Christmas in the midst of so much gloom. To my great surprise, though, Jill’s spirits were high, and the two days before Christmas Eve were truly enjoyable.Before I get too far along, I should point out that Jill was, and still is, a most attractive woman. Her best features are her slender, well shaped legs and her 37 inch bust line. Dad has often commented that, other than Betty Grable, he’d never seen a woman with such “gorgeous gams” (his words, not mine).On Christmas Eve, Jill and I decorated the tree, put out all the presents, and then went to evening church services. Jill had dressed in what she called her “Christmas uniform,” a delicate white laced trimmed blouse, a red pleated skirt, and red high heals. Uniform or not, she was stunning. After church, Jill mixed up a hot rum punch (with less rum) while I was starting a fire in the fireplace. When she brought in the large mugs of punch, I couldn’t help sighing over how idyllic the scene seemed! The warm glow of a crackling fire, the sparkling tree, the pleasant scent of pine mixed with the smell of rum and Jill’s exquisite perfume, and especially the sight of beautiful Aunt Jill and her long, nyloned legs shimmering in the firelight. I thought to myself, “Now this is what I call a truly merry Christmas.”Jill and I sat on the plush couch in front of the fireplace and began to reminisce about past Christmases and past family joys. Not surprisingly, we both shied away from any mention of my Uncle Jack’s death. We talked for what seemed like hours, and I drank what seemed like a gallon of that warm, spicy punch. The drink combined with the mellow Christmas music on the stereo made me drowsy, and I uttered an inadvertent yawn now and then. On seeing one too many yawns, Jill asked if I’d like to rest my head in her lap.I thought that was a marvelous idea, so I stretched out on the couch and rested çanakkale escort my head on her red skirt clad lap, my face toward the fire. We continued to talk, but the sight of her exquisite legs encased in silky sheer nylons and sexy high heels was starting to get to me. As she talked, I slowly let one of my hands drift to her right lower leg. Since this aroused no strong protest, I boldly began sliding my hand up and down that taut leg and began fondling the straps of her high heels. My hand shifted back and forth from one leg to the other, gently caressing her calves.I had, by this time, an enormous erection, but I was lying stomach down, so Aunt Jill couldn’t detect my excitement. Soon my hand reached and massaged her knees (and I wondered whether I dared go further). I soon received my answer when Jill said, “Oh, that massage feels so good. Would you mind massaging this spot here?” She had me raise my head, and then she pulled her pleated skirt up a short way onto her thigh. She pointed to a spot on her lower thigh, and like a pro I massaged and caressed it, allowing my fingers to slide deftly beyond the point she’d pointed to.By this time such was the burning desire in my rock hard teenage cock that I was all but humping the couch. I was now gliding my hand over most of Jill’s lovely limbs, and she responded by spreading her legs as I tried to reach further and further up her thigh. Suddenly, Jill told me to raise my head, and she pulled her skirt up over her waist.What a magnificent sight greeted me! She wore gartered stockings that were pulled incredibly tight by a delicate red lace garter belt. She also had on a very skimpy pair of red laced bikini panties.I immediately dove in, kissing and licking her shimmering nyloned legs and nibbling on those exquisite garters. Jill spread her legs even further, and my hand rubbed and caressed the insides of those legs all the way from her toes to her lace covered crotch. My tongue now found its way to those lace panties, and I sucked on the warm juices that were soaking them.Jill was incredibly excited and soon had undone all the buttons on her blouse, exposing her two gorgeous tits encased in a very scanty whit bra. She began massaging her massive mounds through the bra as I continued escort çanakkale my assault on her love box.I decided I’d better take full advantage of her stockinged wonders, so I got off the couch and knelt before her. She didn’t know what I was going to do until I unzipped my pants and pulled out my pulsing prod. She reached for it, but I told her I wanted to tease her a bit first. No objection on her part. Taking my dick in my hand and starting at her toes, I gently glided it up and down the full length of her stockings. Small droplets of cum formed on the head as the wondrous sensations of touching those beautiful stockinged gams worked its way through my body.While I was doing this, Jill had unsnapped her bra and was busy, with one hand kneading her eraser tip nipples and the other hand buried beneath her panties as she feverishly fingered herself. Somehow her deep panting almost seemed to keep time with the tune “Jingle Bells,” which was coming from the stereo, and I was getting more and more into the Christmas spirit.With one long, loving lick of her stocking tops, I decided I’d better go to work on that still hidden treasure between Jill’s legs. I pulled the crotch of her laced undies to the side to expose the juiciest, warmest love box I’d ever had the pleasure to indulge in. In no time, my tongue was deep inside of her, slurping up the sweet juices, which seemed to literally pour from my aunt’s vagina.Jill begged for my cock, so I lifted her legs onto the couch and then climbed on top so that we were in the 69 position. The sight of her long, elegant stockinged legs in those sexy high heels and her glistening bush sent me into ecstasy. I slowly lowered my prod into her anxiously awaiting mouth, and she began sucking and licking it like an old veteran of many cocksucking sessions. As I continued to satisfy my hunger for pussy, my hands skillfully massaged her inner thighs beneath her stocking tops.Soon I knew I was going to blow my wad, so I raised my head up, peered through my legs, and watched my eight inch dick slide in and out of Aunt Jill’s red lips. With one last thrust, I burst, shooting gusher after gusher of red hot cum into Jill’s mouth. She sucked for all she was worth but just couldn’t handle my load, and çanakkale escort bayan some of the cum oozed out of her mouth and down her chin. I immediately went back to work on her love lips, driving my tongue even deeper into her inner recesses, and soon she, too, had a terrific orgasm.Jill then let me know she wanted to get up to go to the bathroom. I thought it a bit awkward to worry about that, but was I surprised when she got back! She had completely stripped herself except for the red garter belt, sheer stockings, and high heels. She told me to strip and then lie on the plushy carpeted floor facing the couch.She then sat on the couch and, to my great delight, put her high heel between my legs and began “masturbating” me with it. The straps on the heels exposed most of her sheer stockinged feet, so I felt both the leather of her pumps and the exquisite softness of her nylons as her foot slid over my lubricated shaft and under my balls. Of course, I was terribly erect once again and moaning with ecstasy.Then Jill reached down and unfastened the strap on her heel. She said, “If you thought that felt terrific, how about this?” With that she rested her stockinged foot on my cock and began sliding it up and down the greased shaft while she massaged her large breasts with both hands. I just could not stand the sensation of the nylon on my cock, and in no time flat I once again blew my load, this time drenching Jill’s nylons and covering my stomach.Jill, seeing that the great event had happened once again, decided she was still thirsty, so she very sexily unsnapped her garters and removed the drenched stocking. She then used the stocking almost like a sponge to clean up the rest of the cum on my body and to my amazement proceeded to put the stocking to her lips and suck the cum from it. When she finished, she slipped the nylon back on and hooked up the garters once again.We spent Christmas Eve in each other’s arms in front of that crackling fire and tinsel covered tree, and Aunt Jill spent almost all of that week in sexy outfits, which always included a garter belt, nylons, and high heels.My problem is that since that time I have this incredible lust for women in high heels and stockings. The recent fashion trends toward skimpy high heels and slit skirts are driving me bananas. I can’t even work anymore because my secretary wears the highest heels and shortest dresses I’ve ever seen.If only Aunt Jill could’ve realized the problems she would cause for me on that beautiful Christmas Eve so long ago.
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