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The Intimacies of Aunty Jackie

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: my_loving_hand Posted on: 16 Oct 2004 3 comments
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This is a confession story. I've been rather shy about writing this up, but on reflection I'm sure it depicts events that many others have done but never admitted to. These events formed an enduring interest in voyeurism for me, but my only regret was that I never had the chance to thank my Aunt...I guess she wouldn't appreciate it, despite this having happened thirty years ago......The Intimacies of Aunty Jackie.....This is the story of how I came to know Auntie Jackie rather more intimately than anyone- least of all herself- ever realised. I was fourteen at the time, and Jackie had been around since I was about ten, I guess. My uncle was not around much in those days- he worked in the Merchant Navy- so our household saw rather a lot of her. She was 28, of average height with fair skin and shoulder-length dark hair that was curled under in the style so typical of the early 1970's. She had a wonderful curvy figure, and embraced the revival in popularity of the mini-skirt to full effect! This also coincided with my entry into puberty and the wonderful discovery of masturbation. I mention this because Auntie Jackie was a constant mini-skirt wearer and the sight of her nylon-clad thighs was a constant source of my attention in those days.It used to be a hobby of mine- sneaking glances at her legs. A favourite time would be when we were all watching TV; she'd be sat on the couch and I would sit on the floor opposite. I would love to see the occasional glimpse of the umber tops of her pantyhose as her skirt rode up as she crossed her legs. What fascinated me was the way the shade of the nylon became lighter, the more thigh she revealed. Many a time I would position myself in an attempt to look up her skirt, but that area between her legs always was in shadow and seemed so mysterious...Occasionally, she would draw her hem up to absently scratch an itch on the back of her thigh- a real treat for my wandering gaze.How I longed to just run my hand up between her legs and feel the sheer nylon under my fingers! It was not to be of course. Although an outgoing and vivacious woman, the idea of allowing her nephew to touch her in that way was definitely out of bounds. Having said that, on a few occasions whilst sat next to her on the settee, I might 'accidentally' brush my hand against her leg and feel that warm nylon. She would always give me a reproachful look when I did this.There was something specific, though, that was capturing my imagination. That darkened area beneath her skirt fascinated me, and my fantasies then were filled with the desire to see the very tops of her thighs, her panties and ultimately her pussy.At that point in time I'd started masturbating, but only just rubbing my cock because it felt good. I'd never actually cum....although there were those odd sticky stains I would find on my bed linen some mornings....As a young adolescent I was obsessed by the thought of what lay between my Aunt's legs under that sheer tight nylon. I had never actually seen a woman's cunt before, save for a few pictures in the crumpled pages of second-hand girlie mags that occasionally circulated at school.It seemed an impossible dream until I started to consider a more underhand method of glimpsing my Aunt's most intimate and private part.Up until then, I'd never considered myself a peeping tom; my stolen glances of her legs didn't count- she was, after all, choosing what she wore and what she revealed. What I was thinking of now was something altogether more 'dirty', and to start with I dismissed the idea as a gross invasion of her privacy- having been brought up as a 'good' boy. Despite this, my erections grew harder every time I thought of it, so eventually I relented to the thought. I imagined secretly watching her use the bathroom.. more specifically, the toilet. The very thought filled me with excitement: the chance to watch her, Auntie Jackie, pull down her panties and show her bush, totally unaware I was watching!Remember, this was in the days before miniature cameras and VCR's so more primitive methods had to be employed.Our bathroom contained a closet which had a thin plasterboard back. My room backed onto this. I schemed up a method whereby if the closet was emptied of junk, and the door left ajar, it would be possible to see into the bathroom if I made a hole in the back of the closet. I went up in the family's estimations as I offered to clear out that closet!I made the hole, and concealed it from my side with a poster- in time-honoured spy hole fashion! I checked it out, and was excited to find that I could clearly see the toilet, though not completely straight on. No matter. The fact I could see into the bathroom was enough.All that I had to do now was wait until her next visit.It didn't take long; that very weekend in fact.True to form she was wearing a tight short skirt. I remember it distinctly: black and white checks. Tan nylon clad her legs, and she wore a pair of black knee-length suede boots...perfection!After her arrival, she sat down on the couch and asked if it was ok if she stayed over. My Dad said that was fine and set about making some coffee. I made a descreet withdrawl to my room. I figured she'd just had a long drive and what with the coffee she was now drinking it wouldn't be long before she needed to pee. I peeled back the poster covering the spy-hole to the bathroom and waited.After a while I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. From the lightness of the steps, I knew it was Auntie.I don't think I can ever remember feeling so excited. My heart was pounding and I was actually shaking with anticipation. I placed my eye to the hole and waited.Sure enough, after a few moments I heard the bathroom door shut and the lock being clicked. As I watched Auntie's lower half (all I could see) cross into my view, I hurriedly undid my jeans and slid my hand down inside, grasping my rapidly swelling cock. I started rubbing it, enjoying the sensation.She positioned herself in front of the toilet, and I watched in excitement as her hands moved to grasp the hem of her short skirt. With a little wriggle she pulled it right up to her hips and I had a full view of her thighs and curvy hips, swathed in nylon. Her legs seemed so much bigger and chunkier now they were unubscured by her skirt. Before I had a chance to scrutinise this fully, she eased the waist band down over her ass and down her legs a little, drawing her panties down with it.All of a sudden I was greeted by the sight of bare flesh, and I desperately tried to will her to move around a little so that I could see between her thighs. She sat down on the toilet before I had a chance though. Something odd was happening to me though. I was literally shaking with excitement, and I found myself panting too. The itching sensation in my cock was becoming more intense, urging me to rub it faster. The feeling became more overwhelming as I looked at the smooth ivory skin of her legs, her panties pulled down, and heard the trickling of her pee. She wiped herself, and began to stand up again, turning slightly as she did so.Finally, she was showing me what I'd imagined for so long. I can still remember that image: her bush forming a dense triangular tangle of black hair contrasting with the paleness of her skin; the tops of her big mature thighs, and her panties and tights bunched together halfway down her legs. My first sight of a grown woman's pussy combined with the excitement that I was doing something very dirty and this was Auntie Jackie I was spying on, made something happen that was totally new to me.I felt my balls tighten and was overcome by the most wonderfully intense feeling of ecstasy. I felt something wet pulsing out of my cock and into my pants. I was cumming- for the first time!I was so overcome by the feeling that I didn't watch her pull her underwear up, but instead I stood gasping and grunting against the wall as my jeans became thoroughly soaked in cum.I vaguely heard the bathroom door open and close once more as I regained my senses. I cleaned up, and made my way downstairs. I found it difficult to even look at my Aunt without feeling embarrassed and guilty, but she gave no sign of realising what had happened. I drew some reassurance from this. Now I'd discovered that wonderful sensation it wasn't long before I was once more back in my room with my hand wrapped around my cock, frantically masturbating before shooting thick sticky cum into a Kleenex whilst thinking about her.Later that day there was another opportunity for me to use the peep-hole after she mentioned she was going to take a bath.This time I was properly prepared with a wad of Kleenex and my pants already loosened when I heard her preparing for her bath. I heard the bathroom door click shut and I pressed my eye to the peephole.She crossed my field of view to the bath and turned on the taps. The bathroom was filled with the sound of water thundering into the bath which usefully masked any sounds she might hear from me the other side of the wall.Having hung up her bath towel and robe, she dropped the toilet cover and sat down.I was shaking with anticipation since I knew that I was going to see her undress, and I unzipped my pants fully and took out my now stiff cock. As she pulled off her top to reveal her bra, I began to stoke gently because I wanted to wait to see her totally naked before I came.Needless to say, I'd never seen Aunty Jackie's tits before, and when she took her bra off I gasped aloud. She had beautiful rounded breasts; pale and soft with large pink nipples. I felt my penis begin to twitch already, so I stopped masturbating for a moment.She lifted each leg in turn to unzip her boots. This gave me a wonderful opportunity to look up her skirt- in other circumstances I would have been happy with just this, but there was obviouly more to come. As she tugged her boots off, I caught sight of the white triangle of her panties muted under the dark nylon of her pantyhose.She stood up, and released the fastening of her short check skirt. As she pulled it down I was properly treated to the sight of her thighs encased in nylon- a sight that once more made my cock urge me to pump it faster, though I resisted for a moment.Without pausing, she tucked her thumbs under the waist of her tights and panties and pulled them down together.Suddenly I had a view of her bush; dark and hairy in contrast to the ivory hue of her thighs and belly. I felt myself about to cum, but fought it back.She turned away from me and kicked off her underwear and crossed to the bath. I now had a fantastic view of her naked ass. She seemed so curvy, yet big across her hips and her buttocks were so incredibly feminine and silky-smooth.She bent forward to shut off the water, and this did it for me. As she bent over, my gaze was focused on that very intimate part between her legs and I was rewarded with a brief glimpse of her meaty labia- much pinker than the rest of her skin, and hairless. As she unintentionally showed me her vagina, I came. It seemed to just go on and on; white, hot sticky semen squirting relentlessly from my penis and bursting through the Kleenex that I held to catch it.Once again I leant against the wall gasping with relief and pleasure. As I regained my senses I began to clean up...and then an idea took hold. When she emerged from her bath I would pay attention to where she was going to put her used panties .....!!