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GARTERS AND HIGH HEELED PROBLEMS
I 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 bustline.
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 suprisingly, 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 inadvertant yawn now and then. On hearing 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 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 nylon 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 and feet.
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 dare 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
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 then 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 licked up 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 my assult on her love
box.
I then 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 wonderous 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 tume "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
ecstacy. 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 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 suprised 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 plushly
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 "masterbating" 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 drenced 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 is 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 caused on that beautiful Christmas Eve that
seems so long ago. - name withheld