My Auntyhose Aunt

My story begins in the late 80s early 90s. During this time, most women who worked in professional settings, knew how to dress back then. They always had on some type of skirt or dress with a blouse and they always seem to have on hosiery and heels. This was the fashion at the time and the general rule.

During this time in my life, I was about 14. And that was when I fell in love masturbating with pantyhose. Once I figured it out, it was a ritual that I did every single day.

Back then, most newspapers had your local department stores' sale ads and if I was lucky enough, they would have a sale on women’s intimates and would have pictures of women in lingerie, bras and my personal favorite, pantyhose.

I realized I had a fetish for pantyhose from the first time I saw them. I was always trying to touch women’s pantyhose legs and asking them if they were wearing pantyhose. I would sometimes sneak into my mom’s room and just touch her pantyhose. Before I figured out what masturbation was, it always made me stiff. But like everyone else, you eventually learn what to do.

I started to notice every woman and girl I saw walking around wearing some type of hosiery. It was hard during those times, especially back then, seeing almost every female in pantyhose, no matter where you went. Doctors' office, schools, businesses, etc. If it were a professional setting, and there were women working in it, they were definitely in hosiery.

During the holidays, we would always go over to my Aunt Fran’s house. She was a very attractive woman. She was about 5’10”  , she was a redhead with a nice, slender body with beautiful C cup tits and the sexiest pair of legs and toes you could imagine. She was always getting pedicures done and painting her toenails to match whatever outfit or heels she was wearing. She worked for the federal government so she was always dressed very professionally every day, which means she always had on hosiery. She did a lot of traveling for the federal government, so we wouldn’t see her a lot, and that’s why she hosted holidays at her house.

By the time I was 14, I was already infatuated with my aunt's sexy legs and feet. Every holiday party she would host. I was constantly taking ganders at her sexy hosiery-covered legs and if she had any strappy heel or open toe heels on, of course, I would gander at her freshly manicured toes covered in hosiery. Holiday parties were always the best at my aunt's, so many women would be there dressed up wearing pantyhose and as the night would go on, someone would take off their heels, exposing their pantyhose, covered feet. It was hard for me at that time, constantly excusing myself to go to the bathroom so I could violently masturbate from being so overstimulated by all the sexy women in hosiery around me.

As the night would go on, everyone at the party would get a little more inebriated and someone would head home and eventually it was just my family hanging out around the kitchen table. Whenever it was finally down to my family and maybe a close friend or two of my aunt’s, I would disappear up to her bedroom. My aunt had a two-story house with a fully finished basement. She had about five bedrooms on the top floor, so a lot of us would stay up there over the holidays. The room I would split with one of my cousins was right next to my aunt and uncle's master bedroom. Us kids would be playing in the basement and generally, as it got late, since I was the oldest, I would always be awake while most of the other group would pass out on couches or chairs in front of the TV. I would use this opportunity to sneak upstairs undetected to my aunt's room to seek out the prizes I wanted.

I would quietly sneak up from the basement to the main floor of her house, so as not to be detected. The way my aunt’s house was designed, when you came up from the basement, the stairs to go up to the next floor were right there. As long as nobody was standing around the counters in the kitchen, no one could see you heading upstairs. I would sneak up the basement stairs, quietly crack the door slightly so I could hear the adults carrying on conversations and laughing. I would make sure that there was no one standing where the counters were and I would always make a quick break for the stairs. Whenever I would get to the top of the stairs, I would stop and listen to see if anybody heard me or saw me heading up there. I always planned to tell someone if I saw them, that I was tired and heading to bed, so that way I would never be found out.

Once I knew the coast was clear, I would head down the hall to my aunt’s room. As soon as you came to my aunt’s door and walk in, she had a king-size bed to the immediate left, and to the right was a giant master bathroom. Directly in front of you were windows to look outside and where her and my uncle’s dresser was. I would quietly crack open the door and peek in just to make sure no one was there. My heart would always race and I would instantly grow an erection knowing I was about 10 feet away from my aunt’s dirty pantyhose and another 10 feet away from my aunt’s clean pantyhose. Once I knew the coast was clear, I would head over to her bathroom to seek my prize of dirty, soiled pantyhose. 

She never had a short supply of dirty pantyhose in her clothes hamper. She did a lot of walking and traveling for her job so sometimes there would be at least 7 to 8 dirty pairs of pantyhose in there. She wasn’t big into wearing stockings. She had a few and had a few suspender stockings she would wear with sexy lingerie for my uncle, but generally, she was always in pantyhose. I loved opening the top of her laundry basket where she always would have her pantyhose lying there rolled up the way they would be when she would take them off. I would grab a pair and hold them up to the light, staring at them, admiring them before I would bring them down to my nose and take a huge whiff of the crotch and gusset area. My aunt’s pussy smelled beautifully of sunflowers, and a slight hint of salmon. The smell always drove me into overdrive. I would hold one pair of dirty pantyhose up to my nose. Inhaling, I’d grab another one and slowly slide the leg part down my dick, so the head of my dick would rest in the top part. I would slowly pull them off so they would drag across the bottom of my shaft, across the bottom part of my dick. I would do this until the point I was edging, then I would just start violently masturbating with them on. I would sit in the bathroom, jerking off with them imagining it was my aunt standing behind me, giving me a reach around, whispering in my ear if I loved her pantyhose. It didn’t take long before I would just blow a huge load into her dirty pantyhose. I would stream rope after rope, letting it fill the pantyhose toe part and letting it ooze out all over my hand that my dick was in. Once I was done, I would take it off my dick and I would shove the now soiled pair of pantyhose to the bottom of her basket in the hopes of letting my semen dry before she would find them. Next, I would go to her drawer of clean ones to pick out a pair to take with me to bed. 

She had two sweater drawers, completely filled with pantyhose. Tons of them, not in packages, a few still in packages. My aunt always had Silk Reflections brand, Jockey for her brand, and other assorted brands of pantyhose. She only wore sheer waist and sheer toe. I would find always more dirty pantyhose than panties so I’d like to think my aunt was a dirty girl who didn’t wear panties when she wore pantyhose.

She would always have so many different colors, every shade of brown, every shade of black, light gray to dark gray, red, white, etc. I would always grab a few and head off to my bedroom, where I would always put a pair of underwear and hump the bed I was sleeping in over and over until I completely soiled myself and the pair of pantyhose I was wearing. I would always hold onto them until the morning time, wait until the coast was clear, come out of my room, then put them back in my aunt's clean drawer all the way at the bottom. This was always my ritual at her house, soiling her pantyhose over and over.

As I got older, I started to do more things like noticing that her best friend who lived next-door to her wore the same type of pantyhose, so I would often exchange their dirty ones and put them in each other's clean drawers. It always got me off harder, knowing that they were wearing each other’s dirty pantyhose. Between the ages of 13 to 15, I started masturbating with her heels and pantyhose too. There was even times I got to enjoy her little pantyhose feet, but those are stories for another day