Aunt In Girdle and Stockings
My fixation on women in their underwear, especially seeing their legs in stockings, was fixed forever in me by my aunt. I believe it started when I was 11 or 12. I was staying at my aunt's. I was sitting at a table when she came in, wearing only a white corselette with dangling suspenders (garters in the usa). My heart was pounding, and I tried not to look as I heard her open a drawer. It was the drawer of a dresser behind the couch (which was actually a pull-down bed where I had spent the night). I glanced back and saw her sliding a tan-coloured stocking up her long leg and fixing it to the hooks.
She caught me looking, and I blushed and turned away. Next thing I know she has walked up beside me, pulled out a chair that was next to me, put her bare left foot on it, and slowly slid on the other stocking. She took a long time about it, drawing it up her leg, hooking the dark tan stocking-tops with the rubber and metal clasps, and slowly smoothing out any wrinkles, working her hands up her leg from ankle to thigh. I was close enough to see every wrinkly in the nylon, and to hear the rasping sound the nylon made as it slid up her leg. I tried not to look, but kept glancing out of the corner of my eye.
She was talking about banal things, like the shopping expedition we would be going on and things like that. But when she brought her foot back down and moved away to put on her dress, I noticed she had an ironic half-smile on her face. To this day I believe she deliberately teased me, though I have no way of knowing this for a fact, or even why she might have done such a thing, unless to get some sort of cheap thrill. It certaily gave me a cheap thrill, and I *********** furiously for days and days afterwards, unable to rid my mind of the image of my aunt's sexy legs in nylons and her body in a girdle.