A few weeks have passed since my visits to Aunt Liz.
She had been away, and during that time I just haven't been able to stop thinking and wanking about Aunties lovely legs in nylons and her dripping pussy.
So, I have just had a call telling me she is back from her travels and did I want to come round.
I didn't need asking twice!
First of all, I needed to find something to wear. I still had Aunties suspender belt, but I had wanked do much on to the panties and nylons, they were ruined.
Mother was out, so I crept in to her bedroom. Went through her drawers and found her undies. All neatly folded and colour coordinated. Well that was no good, she would spot it a mile away if things weren't just so. So, I went to the laundry basket. Bingo! several pairs of soiled panties. I picked out the black lacy ones. Pressed the crotch to my face and inhaled. Mmmm, the smell of mothers pee and pussy. Wrong but somehow arousing. I pulled them on over my semi erect cock.
No stockings to be found, so I took a pair of nylon tights from the same basket and cut the top away and attached the legs to the suspender belt. A bit of a mess, but it satisfied my desire to feel nylon next to my skin. Next, I dressed in my normal day clothes.
Auntie was waiting for me wearing a grey short pleated kilt skirt, tight white blouse, tan stockings and a pair of black patent high heels. She was out to tease me from the outset!
It certainly worked, I was getting hard already.
Our now regular ritual began. She sat down at the table whilst I manicured her fingers and varnished her nails.
Once again, as I neared the end, she became increasingly agitated. Jiggling around and rubbing her thighs together. Her skirt was so short and was riding up, so that I could clearly see the wide welts of her fully fashioned nylons and hear the delightful sound of nylon thighs brushing against each other.
When I had finished her manicure, she stood up in front of me. How magnificent she looked! My friends would be so jealous if they could see me with this fabulous mature Auntie. She tossed her long curly brown hair back and haughtily turned on her heels. She leaned forward slightly, exposing the stocking welt and suspender clips.
'Well, do you like my new stockings? They were very expensive, so I do hope so. Are my seams straight? You know I can't adjust them with wet varnish on my fingers.'
'No Auntie, they need a little adjustment.'
'Well get on with it then. You know, I am getting to like you pampering me in every respect.'
I went on my hands and knees and place my hands around her tan nylon thighs and gently tried to push her nylon seams in to a straight line. This wasn't quite working so I had to slide my hands just under her skirt and tug gently on the metal suspender clips. Oh how I love the feel of the tensioned nylon and the cold steel clips against her tender bare thighs.
The job was almost impossible though, as she couldn't keep still and was jiggling around and squeezing her thighs together.
'Auntie, do you need to pee, as I cant do this properly with you jigging around.'
'Yes, I do, lets go in to the bathroom.'
Once in there, I took up my position, knelt in front of my goddess of an Auntie, whilst she stood in front of the toilet, her hands held out to one side with her wet varnish still drying.
She ordered me as usual to lift her skirt. My hands were shaking with excitement. Then, as I lifted her skirt, instead of seeing the little bulging nylon panties, I was confronted by no panties and a hairy bush! Auntie had let her hair grow whilst on her travels.
She then lowered herself on to the toilet and gasped with relief as her powerful jet of pee came squirting out. She no longer chased me out of the door. She allowed me to watch this mesmerising sight, just inches away from my face. It seemed to pour out forever. I ached for this golden stream to be into my mouth. I couldn't pluck up courage to ask though.
I was disappointed that I could no longer clearly see her succulent lips and clit. However, I still had a job to do. When she had finished, she stood and ordered me to clean her. I took some tissue and gently stroked the golden droplets from her brown bush. Whilst doing this, I allowed the beads of pee on her stockings to brush off on to the back of my hands so that I could lick them and taste Aunties nectar.
'Well, Mike, what do you think? Do you like Aunties pussy more natural look?'
I had to confess I didn't... 'Er, no Auntie, I preferred it before if I'm honest.'
'Hmmm, I thought you might. I was going to let you shave me and pamper me down there too, but I think you might need some training first before I let you near my pussy. So, we are going to my beauty parlour where you can watch me be pampered and trimmed. you may learn something.'
Auntie put her fur coat on and we jumped in to her sports car to make the short drive to her beauticians. Once again in the car I was treated to the sight of her stocking tops as her skirt rode up whilst she was driving. I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me.
During the short walk from the car, I could see men hungrily looking at the glamorous woman in the fur coat. Their eyes drawn to her elegant cuban heeled ankles. If only they knew what was under the coat!
The beauticians was like a clinic. Spotless gleaming tiles, mirrors and chrome everywhere. Aunties heels clacked loudly as she strutted across the marble floor.
She introduced me to Dion, a stunning oriental lady with a jet black bob hairstyle and crisp white fitted tunic,, Such a shame she had white trainers on and not heels, but I guess not everyone is going to dress to my fantasies!
'Dion, Mike is my nephew and I am teaching him some life skills, so he wants to watch and learn today.'
Dion nodded her approval. I didn't think she would do anything else. This place looked very exclusive and expensive and I imagined the client was always right here.
