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I guess my problem started during Christmas vaca-
tion 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 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. Uni-
form 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 shimmer-
ing 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 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 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. Sud-
denly, 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 con-
tinued my assult 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 un-
til 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 wonder-
ous 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 stock-
inged 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 suck-
ing and licking it like an old veteran of many cock-
sucking 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 immedi-
ately 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
"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 soft-
ness 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 in 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 sex-
ily 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.
tion 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 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. Uni-
form 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 shimmer-
ing 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 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 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. Sud-
denly, 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 con-
tinued my assult 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 un-
til 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 wonder-
ous 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 stock-
inged 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 suck-
ing and licking it like an old veteran of many cock-
sucking 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 immedi-
ately 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
"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 soft-
ness 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 in 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 sex-
ily 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.
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