Bradley a sandy haired green-eyed lad of eighteen awoke to sunshine bathing his bed. He moved his five-foot ten lean body out from under the white sheet on the bed and stood up. The guestroom in his aunt's house was very plush unlike his room at home. The large queen bed with the blue comforter was bigger than his old full-size bed. Clad in only his white boxers Bradley walked into the adjoining restroom. Looking in the large mirror over the sink he ran his right hand through his short hair. Stepping back, he patted his tan lean muscular stomach proud of its tightness. His whole body was awash in a dark tan, except for the white outline of his small swimsuit under his boxers. After washing his face and finishing his morning routine he headed downstairs.
Bradley's parents were away for the summer on a business slash anniversary trip to Europe. The high school swimmer was awaiting college after summer break. Bradley had to stay with his aunt while his parents were away, not being trusted to be alone in their house, while they were away during the summer. He found it ironic they would Airbnb the place to strangers trusting them for a profit. Bradley and his mother's younger sister always had a good time together since she was only six years older than him. Heather Bradley's aunt was a very savvy woman when it came to finding ways to make money. Heather had gotten in early and big when crypto started. Her two-story home and the pool outback were a few byproducts of her talents. Her college friends had laughed at her so-called folly with crypto. Heather was now the only one laughing. Heather, a college graduate, had become a biochemist and did project verification reports for a local pharmaceutical company. Since Covid she had gotten used to one day in the office and the rest at home.
"Hey young man it's only been a week and you come to breakfast in your underwear," Heather said smiling at Bradley as he entered the kitchen.
Bradley focused in on Heather, noticing again how much she looked like a younger version of his mother. Her brunette hair was cut short framing her face accentuating her high cheek bones. Her brown eyes looked at him as he looked at her in her tennis outfit. The white top along with sports bra held a great set of large breasts. He had admired them several times at the beach under her bikini top. Her firm tan legs on her own five-foot ten frame spilled out from under her tennis skirt. Under the white fabric beneath that skirt was a perfect rounded ass, Bradley would often tell his pals. Heather placed a plate of bacon and eggs on the table in front of Bradley as he sat down.
"Does my attire make you uncomfortable or just horny?" Bradley asked with a wicked grin.
"Oh please..., I saw your goods years ago when I helped your mom. Remember I got to bathe you pretty boy," Heather quipped back.
"Well anytime you want to bathe me again let me know," Bradley said pouring a cup of coffee at the table.
"Dream on hotshot. I'm off to play tennis for the day. I should be back in time for dinner," Heather said grabbing her tennis gear by the door.
"Fine I'll do a few laps in the pool while you are gone," he told her as he sipped his coffee.
Bradley finished his breakfast and decided to do the dishes for his aunt. Their verbal banter was an example of how much they cared for each other. There was a real bond between him and Heather one that would grow in a surprising way. Dishes done Bradley headed upstairs, not to his room but Heather's. He walked in looking at the familiar pictures on the pale rose colored walls. They hung on the walls opposite the bed a window in between one of the pair. He no longer was surprised by them, having sneaked in a few times while she was out. There were two on each wall, framed in two by three-foot silver frames. They were all in black and white. In one picture a head shot, Heather was wearing a black eye mask, holding an old black hand fan across the bottom of her face. Next to it she was in frame standing, head turned mask and fan covering her face looking at you, her backside in focus as she stood nude against a plain backdrop. On the other wall were Bradley's favorites. Heather stood nude legs crossed arms at her sides masked looking down at the floor. The last one had her turned against the wall, hands and legs spread. Bradley guessed she must have been around twenty at the time they were taken.
The real reason for his trespass became evident as he opened her hosiery drawer. It did not take him long to find it during his first excursion. Opening the drawer he carefully pulled out the pair of sheer black pantyhose he had admired on previous trips. Closing the drawer pantyhose in hand he headed to his room. Once inside Bradley stripped out of his boxers and sat naked on the bed. Slowly he went leg by leg encasing them in the sheer black nylon. He stood and pulled them up his lean muscular legs. He tugged as they moved snugly over his firm bottom smoothing them out as he finished. Bradley walked to his closet and opened his suitcase. Inside he removed two lengths of rope and a pair of handcuffs and a roll of red shiny tape. Stopping by the dresser at the foot of the bed he took a white sock from the drawer. Bradley used the back of his right hand to tilt the large oval mirror on the dresser to face down towards the bed. The large oval mirror had swivels on each side letting it move in place giving him a length way view in the glass. Items in hand he tossed them on the bed as he stood by the brass headboard.
He tied the rope pieces separately to the poles on each side of it. Lying on the bed he bent his feet one by one. Using the small lassos he had made; he slipped his feet through them placing the opening in the rope over his ankles. Letting go the rope snugged against his nylon covered skin as he raised his legs. He lay back on the bed wearing only the black sheer pair of his aunt's pantyhose. In the mirror at the foot of the bed he could study his tan lean body on the white sheets. His legs straight and raised, hung bound separated, caused his member to rise. Bradley finally found time to have his little adventure while he knew his aunt was away.
The feeling of the nylon on his lower half had excited him since he was a kid. Bradley would often sneak into his mom's dresser to feel her assortment of pantyhose and stockings. As he got older, he would sneak a pair of hose and wear them looking in the mirror on his closet door. He eventually would play with himself to the point of having to toss them away in secret.
Bradley stuffed the white sock in his mouth and placed a strip of tape over it securing it in place. He next placed the handcuffs on his wrists, knowing the keys were always in reach under his pillow. He listened to his mumbled cries for help as he looked at himself in the mirror. He felt the nylon rubbing his enlarged member as he struggled on the bed. Looking in the mirror, he could see his hard cock pressing up against the nylon between his bound legs. The mushroom head of his cock strained for more room as it swelled. He looked at the clock radio next to the bed, an hour had passed since his aunt had left.
Bradley since an early age found his submissive side, while playing cowboys and Indians. He often got excited as his pals tied him up in their games. Afraid to let others know as he got older, he experimented when alone. He enjoyed bondage the helplessness excited him. He decided to enhance his excitement by adding the joy of his nylon fetish along the way. He loved the feeling of helplessness and the sexy look of the nylon on his body. Bradley sometimes would save up money from chores and purchase pantyhose of his choosing for play. The results were usually the same after a few wearing's they wound up cum stained in the trash.
Suddenly he glanced in the bedroom doorway, there stood Heather, his aunt in her white tennis outfit. The rush of embarrassment reddened his face as she stepped inside. He hurriedly twisted his body to get to the keys under the pillow.
"Go on try them," Heather said standing at the foot of the bed looking at him.
Bradley struggled, trembling as he placed one of the keys in the cuffs.
They failed to open, causing him to look up at Heather, fear now in his eyes. She stood arms crossed looking him in the eyes with a wicked smile on her face.
"I also noticed a slight movement of things in my hose drawer. Your mother warned me," she said causing Bradley to look at her in shock. "You never toss evidence in your own trash young man. Seems my sister must search in the trash sometimes, because she accidentally tosses things by mistake. Imagine her shock finding cum stained pantyhose," Heather said, now leaning forward on the foot board of the bed. "Those keys, they are mine, I switched them fixing the bed you failed to make up the other day. So..., I decided to come home and see if my hunch was correct. I did not exactly expect to see all of this," she said as Bradley noticed her gaze slowly shift to the member between his legs.
"Oh my..., Houston it seems we have a failure to launch," she teased him noticing the now half erect state of his member.
Bradley felt total humiliation, first by being caught by his aunt in his situation. Second was the thought that his mom and dad now probably both knew about his nylon escapades.
