Aunty Jean was really a friend of my Mother, not a real Aunt but someone who visited once a week and her and my Mum used to go shopping together, visit the local Women's Institute meetings and also go out as a foursome at weekends together. As an horny 19 year old still at college, I enjoyed the girls I had sexual contact with but a regular fuck buddy couldn't be found, so my masturbation was a big part of my daily routine. Always twice a day, and on a bad day 4 or 5 times. And the focus was often some of my brothers porn stash, or my Mums worn underwear which brought another dimension to it all. My Aunt Jean had been coming to the house for years, and her American tan "tights" had never interested me in the slightest, until the day I noticed she had her new sling back heels on, and the heels of her stockings were reinforced. The heels were very sexy, it took me a few discrete views to confirm I was looking at RHT stocking feet, so then my focus went onto a glimpse of her stocking tops. From noticing the stocking feet, to her skirt riding up while sat there took months. With only 1 visit a week, me sat directly opposite patiently waiting. And then it happened, her pleated skirt was caught in the cushion of the chair, she crossed her legs and exposed a stocking top, an inch of creamy fuller thigh, and a white suspender belt strap with chrome metal clip. This 19 year old now had little interest in the pantyhose wearing girls I mixed with at college, but wanted the mature lady in her stockings & suspenders. My masturbation that day was stimulating.
Jean was a school secretary at the local college and was a bubbly and vivacious type of woman. She was about 5 7" tall with a very small waist and some would say large round bottom and full thighs. Not fat at all I might add, good shaped calves but her thighs and bottom were definitely on the fuller side. Her bust was small, she tended to wear blouses or tight sweaters, and a pleated skirt or fitted skirt with a slight flare to deal with her lovely round bottom. Shoes were either a full heel or a sling back, my choice will always be her black shiny sling backs. Her legs were always covered in regulation dark tan or American tan nylons, which in the late 1970s I had always assumed were pantyhose, as my Mum wore them. However things took a turn one evening when sat opposite Jean at my house.
I had not really looked at Jean as a sex object when she visited, however on this particular occasion I was sat opposite her in our living room. She was talking with my Mother and paying no attention to me, Jean had her black shiny sling back heels on, and I noticed her stockings had a darker coloured heel to the rest of the stocking, I wasn't absolutely sure but I started to think my Aunty Jean was wearing stockings & suspenders. No hint of stocking tops as her skirt was too long, but my interest was already starting to rise. After that initial glimpse I always made sure I was in the best seat opposite Jean as she was a serial crosser of her legs, I knew if I persevered, I would get lucky with a glimpse up her skirt. This went on for weeks then she turned up after the W.I meeting wearing a straight just below the knee skirt and those lovely black sling backs. Her stockings were a dark chocolate colour, my favourite.
Jean sat there for several minutes, then shifted forward on her chair to pick up her cup of coffee, her skirt slid up and she sat back in the chair and crossed her legs, my cock was rock hard in an instant. Clearly on view was the lovely deep welt of Jeans stocking top, and the white suspender strap and chrome metal clip attached to the taught stretched nylon welt.
Every week after this, I was there sat waiting for Aunty Jean to provide me with 2 hours of nylon leg show, for me to masturbate to for the following week.
I often dreamed of getting access to her worn underwear (I was already addicted to my Mothers) my dream came true when our central heating boiler broke down. Aunty Jean kindly offered us the use of her bathroom (she lived very close by) for the 10 days or so the boiler and heating system was repaired.
I had a bath once a week normally, however I managed about 6 visits to Aunty Jeans house, and her washy basket was in her bathroom. I used to take my transistor radio with me, and a towel and spend an hour soaking in her bath, or at least she thought I did. I would spend 20 minutes chatting to her while she ran the bath for me, and then head off upstairs to soak. Her washy basket was much like my Mothers, Jean washed once a week, so it was always full of worn panties, stockings still attached to her many suspender belts, half slips and lovely satin soft bras (34B). The stockings were mainly RHT tan, dark tan, chocolate colour and a few grey pairs. Her panties were so sweet to smell, Jean always left a big creamy pussy mark in her gusset, they were never ever as wet as my Mums, but far more of a creamy mess in her panties. Once or twice the cream was still soft, it tasted so good when I licked it all off. While stuck in the bathroom I would often wank off 3 or 4 times with all Jeans undies lined up on the bathroom floor or on the toilet seat. Happy days.
My balls were the emptiest they could be during the time the heating was off, incredible wanking material.
