Miss.K And The Switcheroo.

It was spring time and we were all gather at my Aunt’s house having Easter breakfast before we headed off to church. I did grow up in a somewhat religious family that believed in going to church most Sundays and holidays. Which I didn’t mind as I got older because it gave me lots of opportunities to look and drool over all the ladies who were wearing pantyhose and heels. One of our many traditions was having Easter breakfast together before we all carted off to the same church we attended. Sometimes my buddy and his mom who lived across the street would tagalong with us. I liked this because it gave me the opportunity when we got back to head over to his place. That way it was just me and him and it gave me the best opportunity to raid his mom‘s dirty laundry basket for her pantyhose. Don’t get me wrong I was constantly leaving my love juices all over his mom‘s dirty pantyhose, I just had the better opportunity to get as many as I wanted when it was just me and him.

It was spring time in the late 80’s, it must’ve been either late Spring or unseasonably warm early spring. I remember because all of the church ladies were wearing shorter dresses with more transparent pantyhose. During this time, you were not caught dead at church without your legs covered in pantyhose. You are not considered a proper lady at that time if you showed bare legs(that is why that time from the 80s to the mid 90s were the best). We were doing our usual Easter breakfast with the whole family in the kitchen eating and Miss. K and my buddy over hanging out eating as well. I was a little late, finishing up my breakfast from the distraction of Mrs. K, my Aunt and my Mom walking around the kitchen in pantyhose, listening to the clacking of their heels across the tile. I already had a raging boner in my pants that I desperately needed to take care of before we head off to church. I managed to finish up with enough time for me to quickly head upstairs to use the bathroom and grab a pair of my Aunt’s dirty pantyhose too quickly masturbate with. 

I quickly found a nice dark brown pair that had a lovely reinforced toe and satin gust. I quickly rolled up one of the legs and stretched it over my penis. I started jerking off, using the other leg part to rub all over my face while smelling it. I always love the feel of my Aunt’s pantyhose on my face  the smell of her of her lotion with a hint of a cheesy foot smell would completely send me over the edge. I normally would try to edge myself a bit by maybe sniffing a pair of her dirty panties or finding another pair of pantyhose wrap around my face. Today, however I couldn’t I had to quickly get off. As I was getting ready to climax, I heard my Aunt and Miss K voice coming up the stairs. I was in the bathroom in the hallway so I knew I wasn’t going to get walked in on. I was gonna try to not focus on the conversation and just close my eyes and listen to the female voices and explode my load. However, the conversation peaked my interest.

Miss K and my aunt had come upstairs because Miss K had managed to snag her pantyhose on the corner of the counter and caused a run. I could hear her rummaging through my aunt’s dresser to borrow a pair saying oh I ware the same brand.I started masturbating hard listening to her and my Aunt talk about whey they like this pantyhose brand. It wasn’t long until I could hear the distinct sound of a woman putting on pantyhose. I could hear the lovely stretching and pinching of the pantyhose sound. I was almost to climax when I heard my Aunt jokingly, tell Miss K. I love the feeling of these pantyhose on your legs hearing the distinct sound of someone rubbing their hand on a pair of pantyhose covered legs. I heard Miss K start laughing telling my Aunt to stop rubbing her thighs. As soon as I heard that I pictured my aunt standing behind her, rubbing up and down her thighs, this sent me over the edge. I blew the biggest load into my Aunt’s pantyhose that I had done in a long time. I came so hard I filled the toe part up completely watching as some of imy cum secreted out feeling it also ooze down the shaft of my dick saturating the pantyhose surrounding it. 

I heard them going downstairs and Mrs. K telling my Aunt that she’ll return them to her later which my aunt said don’t worry I have plenty just keep them. I quickly finished up, took the dirty pair and put them back into the dirty clothes hamper and went down stairs to leave. We all piled up into our vehicles and headed off to church. Church service was no different from any other holiday service. Lots of women dressed in their best church dresses or blouses with skirts, mostly all wearing flesh tone or brown pantyhose. some wore standard heels, too beautiful open toe or strap heels that showed off their sexy toes covered in pantyhose. My favorite part of church was communion when I got to stare at all the women kneeling down seeing the backs of their calfs covered with their pantyhose, even the young girls. Every Sunday, I would sit there with a rager in my pants, throbbing and hurting to where as soon as church was over I was in the bathroom, relieving myself. After the usual Easter shenanigans at church we headed home.

My week went by as usual going to school coming home nothing out of the ordinary. this particular weekend, Miss K. and my buddy we’re going out of town and needed me to feed their cat through the weekend. I was always eager to take all that responsibility of watching their animals. It gave me my golden opportunity to have uninterrupted perversion time with Miss Kay’s pantyhose. All week long it’s all I could think about was how all weekend I was going to indulge myself with Miss K. hosiery. Friday night was my first opportunity to go over and indulge my urges. As usual, they gave me a key to enter in through the back door so that way they thought it was a better deterrent for someone who might be watching the house to break into it. As soon as I enter the house, I immediately fed the cat, then headed up to Mrs. K’s room to start spreading my seed all over her pantyhose.

I headed upstairs to Mrs. K’s room. I opened her door and immediately hit with the smell of different lotions, perfumes all sorts of feminine smells that get your penis percolating. As always, I went over to her closet open the door to see if she had any dirty laundry, i.e worn pantyhose for me to perv. and leave my seed all over. Sometimes I would find an overflowing basket with plenty of pairs for me to indulge in. Other times it would be completely empty, and I would have to resort to getting some fresh pairs. This time, however she must’ve not had time because what she had worn for the week was in the basket. I have become pretty skilled at this point at being able to pilfer what I want without being caught. I removed some of the top items and put them to the side and then dumped the rest of the basket onto the floor. I know most people remember the last outfit on top but don’t remember what the rest of their dirty laundry basket look like. So as long as the top stuff was put back, no one would know that you have been in there.