When I was asked to move to my company's UK head office in London. My father suggested that I should take my time finding a place to live and that I should stay with his sister - my Aunty Alice - until I located somewhere I liked.
A little apprehensively I agreed and Alice was more than pleased to take in a temporary house guest at her house in Primrose Hill. She could afford to live in the lovely house because she married a wealthy man and divorced him when he cheated and made sure he paid the price. She was in her late 50s, blonde (dyed), and large in a kind of all-in-proportion sort of way. She always came to family parties on her own and I'd never heard talk of her having a man in tow though I imagined she wouldn't be short of admirers - with those sort of looks and that sort of house.
I suppose that because I'd always been much younger and always with family when I'd seen here it had never struck me just how full-on horny Alice looked, and acted. I realised that she was impossibly elegant. She had her hair styled weekly, her make-up was heavy but classy. She wore dresses which clung to her full figure and I'd never seen her go out with impossibly high heels. Even around the house in the evening, and at her most casual she wore clingy soft trousers and tops.
It was, of course, only a matter of time before I got to know the contents of the laundry basket in the bathroom. I tried as hard as I could to ignore the basket but one Saturday afternoon when Alice was away for the weekend with friends in the Cotswolds I was feeling so horny that sifted through the basket and made my cock harder by the second. There were incredibly sheer 5 denier stockings in black, light tan and dark tan. I found fabulous lace bras in black and white which told me that Alice was 40 FF. Lace, silk and satin knickers revealed she was a Plus Size 20. Pantigirdles, suspender belts, bodysuits, camisoles and bustiers completed the haul. I stripped naked and ran my fingers through the different garments, fabrics and textures while stroking my erection, trying desperately not to cum. In the end I could hold back longer and, taking care not to get the laundry in the firing line, wanked furiously until my knob exploded with spurt after spurt of spunk.
I tried not to over-indulge in Alice's lingerie and only played with it when she was out for the day, or the evening. It worked well for several months. Alice and I got along just fine. When she wasn't out we settled in to watch TV or read our books or magazines. She never brought friends home and I went out only occasionally for a drink with a couple of guys from the agency.
I got to know Alice's lingerie and hosiery extremely well. Then came the awful Saturday in September.
Alice had gone out at about 11 o'clock in the morning for a lunch appointment telling me she was unlikely to be back before five that afternoon. Just after lunch, at about two o-clock, I felt the urge so went into the bathroom naked and rummaged through the laundry basket until I found a pair of black lace French knickers and some FF Cervin black nylon stockings (I was nothing if not now an expert on brands). After 20 minutes of gentle fondling I was just starting to increase the pace of my strokes on my extremely hard cock when my world caved in.
I heard hurried footsteps on the stairs and then the bathroom door burst open and Alice flew in already hitching up her beautifully-tailored navy skirt. As she turned to sit on the toilet seat she suddenly saw me - her dirty underthings in one hand and my stiff cock in the other.
-What the fuck, she cried. Oh Christ almighty. What are you doing? Oh fuck I need to pee. Don't you dare move!
I stood utterly immobile as she finished pulling up her skirt to reveal her generous thighs, a black lace eight-strap suspender belt and sheerest light tan stockings with lace tops. Her navy high heels were planted wide apart as she pushed down a cream Janet Reger pair of black lace panties to her knees and sat down. Immediately a torrent of piss flooded into the toilet bowl and she let out an involuntary sigh.
It was too much for me. Without warning I suddenly and spontaneously ejaculated. Half-a-dozen thick gobbets of spunk flew out of my cock and landed on the bathroom floor almost at the feet of my Aunt Alice.
-Jesus fucking Christ what is going on here, she said as she grabbed at the roll of toilet paper and dabbed her crotch dry. Get some clothes on and wait in your room.
It seemed an age until Alice came into my room by which time I'd changed into a T-shirt and chinos. She remained in a cream blouse, the skirt her navy suit, and high heels.
-So, she said, quite calmly. Would you like to explain? Don't bother trying to make up a story about the underwear because I've suspected for a while that you've been going through my underwear. But what the hell. You're a younger. You have testosterone. You were masturbating while you felt my underwear and stockings. But what on earth made you cum like that?
-I've no idea, I said trying to remain usually calm. Yes, you're right I have been masturbating and I'm sorry. It's just that you make me horny. I don't know what made me ejaculate. I suppose watching you in a very intimate moment ...
My voice tailed off as she came closer to me.
-OK, she said leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. This is what we're going to do. We're grownups - well one of us more than the other perhaps - and I can't blame you for your natural instincts. In fact I'm flattered to evoke that kind of reaction in a young man. I've got needs as well. So ...take your clothes off and kneel down.
