My aunt was an attractive slim lady of 47 and had been divorced for just over a year, she had recently moved into her own flat and had asked me to look at a computer she had been given to see if I could get her onto the internet and help with her sports massage business. I was 19 at the time and studying electrical engineering at university so of course I obliged and agreed to call in one day after lectures.
I knocked at the door and she answered it wearing her work clothes; white blouse, black knee length skirt and sheer black tights with pumps; a look that I found incredibly sexy despite the simplicity.
"Hiya," she beamed, inviting me in and kissing me on the cheek.
"Hi Aunt Jane," I replied, kissing her on the other cheek.
She lead me to her treatment room/office where there was a massage bed set up in the middle of the room, a screen for clients to change behind and a small desk with books and the computer.
"Are you ok?" She asked, noticing my limp as walked past her.
"Yeah I'm fine thanks, just pulled my groin playing football at the weekend," I replied.
"Oh she said, would you like me to look at that for you?" She asked with a dirty grin.
I laughed and said it was fine thanks and sat at the desk. She already had a phone line in the office and the computer had all the basic software she needed. This being the mid 90's broadband was way off and so it didn't take me long to set her up with one of the numerous free dial-up companies.
After a quick introduction to the web and some brief instructions on setting up email etc, she thanked me and I shut down the computer. As I stood up from the desk I visibly winced in pain and my aunt instantly noticed my discomfort.
"Look, hop behind the screen and undress, there is a towel there so put that around your waist and hop up on my treatment bed."
My face flushed, feeling embarrassed at stripping down, even with a towel around me.
"I'll be fine, thanks Aunt Jane."
"Look!" she replied firmly, "if I can't help my favourite nephew, especially as he has given up his free time to help me, then what can I do? I won't charge you silly."
"Ok, thanks," I replied weakly and went behind the screen.
"How much do I need to strip off?" I asked from behind the screen as I unbuckled my jeans.
"Are you wearing boxer shorts or briefs?" She asked.
"Boxers, why does that make a difference?" I queried.
"I need to massage your groin area silly, you'll have to slip your boxers off as they will be too fiddly, briefs would have been ok."
"Erm, ok," I replied, slipping off my T-shirt then allowing my boxers to fall to the floor.
Now naked and feeling odd standing there in only socks I slipped them off as well and wrapped the towel around my waist before emerging from behind the screen.
My aunt giggled like a school girl when she saw me completely naked apart from the skimpy towel.
"You only needed to take the bottom half off," she said gesturing to my exposed chest, "nice body though my young nephew," she winked.
My face flushed red and I limped to the treatment bed and hopped up, lying face down.
"It isn't that kind of massage dear," she laughed, "roll over I need to work on your groin."
Feeling slightly exposed I did as requested and lay back whilst she went to work, rubbing some warm liquid onto my affected groin area. Whilst this was a sports massage I found it so intimate in the room and relaxing that my mind began to wander, having this attractive woman with her hands so close to crotch. I glanced down at her silky covered legs and instantly regretted it, I have a huge tights fetish and the sight of her silky shapely legs encased in sheer black nylon along with the proximity of her hands was causing some stirring down below.
"Oh my!" my aunt exclaimed, "I guess you are enjoying this!"
"Oh god," replied, my hands trying to shield the clearly visible bulge under the towel.
"It's ok honey," she soothed, "I'm quite flattered that an old girl like me can have that effect on a young attractive guy like you."
"Well you do look incredible, very sexy and not at all old," I replied before realising how this sounded.
"Oh," she said, taking a baby wipe and cleaning the massage oil from her hands, "flattery will get you everywhere!" Her hand slipped up the towel and I felt her firmly grip my growing erection and begin working it with her fingers.
"Oh god," I said once more, my voice shaking, "are you sure this is a good idea Aunt Jane?" I stammered.
"Probably not," she said with a dirty smile, "but it has been over two years since I have felt the pleasure of a mans hard cock, have you had a girl play with your cock recently?" She enquired.
"Erm....No....I don't have a girlfriend, I'm not very good with girls and I'm still a virgin." I replied, my face now beetroot red and my brain screaming at me to shut up.
"Oh wow, so you like guys then?" She asked with a cheeky wink.
"Only when they wear tights, and I have only ever admired, not touched." I answered, almost dying as I heard the words leave my mouth.
Aunt Jane looked shocked and said nothing, her hand frozen on my hard cock.
"Holy shit, I can't believe I just told you that." I blurted out. "Please don't tell anyone," I begged.
Aunt Jane smiled and began working my hard cock once more.
"Don't worry honey, your secret is safe with me, I find it quite arousing watching two men together." She soothed "never thought about the tights thing though before, do you like to wear tights too?"
"Erm yeah, I borrow my foster sisters sometimes when I can sneak them out of the laundry basket,"
My face flushed again, I couldn't believe everything I was divulging, it was as if I was in some kind of drunken state and couldn't lie.
"Wow, you have that fetish really bad, have you ever taken any of mine?" Her hand was now jerking me with more urgency.
"No, but I have thought about it," I confessed.
"Come with me," she said, taking my hand and leading me to her bedroom.
I walked behind her, my cock standing to attention beneath the skimpy towel as she opened her bedroom door and guided me to her bed, telling me to sit down.
"Do you have a favourite colour?" She asked, going through her drawers pulling out a seemingly endless supply of different colour tights.
"I like them all," I replied nervously, excited at where this was going but unable to believe it was happening.
"Try these," she said, handing me a pair of very sheer natural tan coloured tights, "I should be able to see your cock nicely through them."
She stood and watched as I started to roll up one of the legs.
"No dear, take off the towel first," she grinned.
Embarrassed I stood up and allowed the towel to fall to the floor, my erect shaft still standing to attention and now in full view. I sat on the bed and slowly pulled the sensuous nylon material over each leg and then expertly over my hard cock, adjusting the waist band to a comfortable position.
"You have definitely done that before!" My aunt commented, "Do you normally just masturbate in the tights or do you wear dresses and stuff?"
"I'm not a cross dresser! I just like to play in tights, I love the sensation and love seeing ladies and men wearing them."
"Ok, ok, calm down," she replied, laughing, "just relax, this will be fun for both of us I think,"
She walked over to me and pushed me back onto the bed, I lay back as she began to kiss my chest, her hand gripping my nylon covered cock and working it hard. She kissed down my body arriving at my cock, then kissed the tip gently, massaging it with her tongue, before taking me deep into her mouth. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, my hands rested on her head as my mind raced, all my deepest fantasies were coming true at once. My hips began bucking uncontrollably as my orgasm grew.
"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" I warned.
Undaunted she continued sucking me deep until my cock exploded in her mouth, my cock pulsing through the nylon as I looked down and watched her take all I could offer into her mouth. She pulled the tights down and began to clean my cock before moving up to my lips and kissing me passionately, filling my mouth with my own salty load as our tongues intermingled and we shared my offering, both swallowing all we could.
