I was shocked when I caught my nephew trying to look up my skirt...
I'm Linda, 43 years old, with a curvy figure and shoulder-length red-blonde hair, and I've been single for nearly four years, although have had a few one-night stands in that time.
Recently, I was at my sister's house one afternoon, sitting on the sofa chatting to my nephew, Kevin. I was wearing a navy-blue knee-length skirt and pale black tights (pantyhose). After a while, my nephew moved from his chair and sat down on the floor a few feet away from me, still chatting away, all very innocently. I saw him glance up, I was sitting forward on the edge of the sofa with my legs slightly apart, was he trying to look up my skirt?
We kept talking, and I saw Kevin's eyes again look up at my legs, he was definitely looking between my legs! I felt a bit shocked, and crossed my legs, just then my sister, Kevin's mother Irene came into the room. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, still a bit shocked. I sat on the edge of the bath wondering how Kevin could be looking at me like that, what he was thinking, was he attracted to me? Was it just teenage lust? The more I thought about it, the more my shock was replaced by a sexual thrill. Even though it was my nephew, it was still thrilling to be lusted after. My pussy tingled at the thought of someone wanting me, and I decided to give the little peeping tom something to look at.
I pulled down my tights and panties, bundled my panties into a ball and put them into my handbag, then put my tights back on. I crouched in front of the bathroom mirror and lifted my skirt up to see how I would look to Kevin. My thick bush of fair-coloured pubic hair was visible through the nylon of my pantyhose. Good, this should turn him on. I stood up straight, looking at my reflection, then ran my hands slowly down my body, feeling my 40d boobs through my blouse, then I hiked my skirt up and, now very turned on, used my fingernails to rip a hole in the gusset of my tights, which I widened slightly. I then crouched and looked in the mirror again, this time the ragged hole in my tights perfectly exposed my hairy outer lips.
Then, heart pounding in anticipation, I headed back to the living room. I sat down in the same place as before, again on the edge of the sofa, legs slightly open. Kevin was back in the chair he'd started off in, but once again, he moved down to sit on the floor in front of me. Irene was talking to me, but I could hardly concentrate on her, I couldn't believe I was going to do this. But I did. I slowly opened my legs wider directly in front of Kevin. Irene obviously had no idea what I was doing, but Kevin clearly did, he stared between my legs and I knew he was gazing at my hairy pussy. I could feel myself becoming very wet. Kevin stood up, blushing, and said he was going to his room for a while. As he straightened up I could clearly see a bulge in his trousers. I was so turned on now, just at the realisation that I could turn a young man on so much.
I was so horny, I had to get home, so I made my excuses to Irene and left, knocking on Kevin's bedroom door and calling goodbye as I left. He opened his door and stuck his head round the frame to say goodbye to me. His face was still red, and why was he not fully opening the door. Was he naked? I don't know.
I drove home, lay on top of my bed in only my torn tights and masturbated with a dildo I keep in a bedside drawer, pumping myself to orgasm and rubbing my clit as I came thinking about the effect my vagina had on Kevin.
Every time I see him now, he is very chatty, even flirty, and I'm looking forward to the chance to let him see what I've got again some time soon!