Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 08:10:54 -0800 From: Derek Collant <skylark675@gmail.com> Subject: After School Antics Chapter 1 I hope you enjoy my little pantyhose fetish tale I've written. This was a story I wrote a few years back and just rediscovered. This tale is about a boy learning about sex and his sexuality with someone close to him and how that leads to a deeper revelation of his sexuality (Fb, FMb). I'm assuming you're reading this as such things are of interest to you. That being the case, please use it in the spirit for which I intended, wink, wink. I'd love to hear from you if you're so inclined. I enjoy reading your thoughts, reactions and welcome any ideas you may have. Feel free to do so at SkyLark675@gmail.com Nifty connects writers with readers who enjoy materials that satisfy deep erotic desires. Very few venues will allow these writers such a venue to express themselves to tell their stories. I would urge you to consider making a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so we can enjoy this site for a long time to cum. 1 - Initiation My mom's new shift meant she worked in the afternoon, so nobody was at home when I got back from school. Her sister lived a few streets over, was home, and offered to look after me until my mom got home. It was there, that my interest in pantyhose was kindled into a lifelong passion for them. I was 13 at the time a bit small for my age at just 5' and weighing around 80-lbs. I had brown hair and green eyes. It started a few weeks after I'd been going to my aunt's house after school. Basically, she got home from work a bit before I arrived. Either I would do a little homework or I'd sit with her a watch the news. One day I got there before she did. Fortunately, she'd given me a key so I could let myself in. She showed up about five minutes later. She'd had a really hard day of running around and was now completely exhausted. She flopped down on the sofa next to me, having slipped off her shoes and placing her feet next to me on the sofa. Now my aunt was almost a decade younger than my mom and to be honest was pretty good looking. She had a job at an accounting firm and was required to wear a skirt and pantyhose to work. Today she had on a pair of tan pantyhose. I kinda glanced over and checked out her feet and legs. I already had a bit of thing for pantyhose and this was certainly something that brought it to the front of my mind. "Oh Billy," she said, "could you do your aunt a big favor?" "Sure," I responded. "I'd really love a foot massage right now," she said slipping off her shoes and placing her feet on my lap. The contact sent a bolt of electricity through my crotch, causing a ball of excitement to build in my stomach. "I've been on my feet all day long and they're killing me," she continued wiggling her toes under the sheer material. Her toenails were painted a very deep red which forevermore would be an arousing sight for me. "Uh-um, sure." I was now completely nervous and felt completely tongue-tied. I had no idea why I was feeling this way. Thought in hindsight, it's a pretty easy to see. I was feeling the stirrings of sexuality as my body was maturing. Anyhow, I reached over and grasped a foot with each hand. The pantyhose hose felt silky smooth against my hands as I tentatively started to massage her feet. They felt warm and moist from being confined in her shoes all day. I detected the scent of leather and sweat as I started massaging. "Mmm," my aunt sighed. "That's what I need." Emboldened by her response, I turned towards and began to massage her feet in earnest. I didn't quite know what was happening but I was more excited than I'd ever been, and I felt my cock starting to stir in my pants. I gulped nervously, not quite knowing how to handle the flood of feelings, but unable to stop caressing my aunt's nyloned feet. I worked on her soles, heels, ankles and her toes. Stretching and massaging each area carefully. All the while becoming more excited. I even contemplating moving further up her legs and massaging her calves, but was too afraid. "Billy," my aunt commented after a bit. "Have you ever done this before? You're doing a great job, that feels wonderful." "Uh, um, no. This is the first time ever." I whispered. "No lessons from your mom or anything?" "Nope." "Wow, you're a natural. I'm loving this." "Wow, Ok, thanks," she said after a little bit, pulling her feet from hands. I kept my hands in my lap, trying to hide the hard-on that had erupted while I was massaging her feet. "I'm going to change, and see about getting us something to eat." She said getting up from the sofa. As soon as she walked out of the room, I was up in a flash and ran to the bathroom. Once inside, I closed and locked the door. I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear allowing my cock to pop free. I grasped it with my hand that had so recently been caressing my aunt's nyloned feed and started from what must've been instinct to stroke my cock. I'd been doodling with myself before this and had hear rumors about jerking off. Man, it felt so good! The sensation coursing from it was incredible, leaving me weak kneed. I brought my other hand to my face and inhaled the lingering aroma of my aunt's feet on it. Quite without warning an overwhelming wave of sensation flooded through my body, my cock was the center and I felt it grow in my hand. Then suddenly it twitched and spurted out white fluid. It shot out across the counter and hit the back splash. I could hardly stand erect as wave after wave of sensations flooded my body each punctuated by a spurt of white fluid from my cock. In my mind, I pictu red auntie's nylon clad feet. Finally, the sensations stopped. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I'd spurted the white stuff all over the counter. I was totally embarrassed and worked quickly to clean it up with toilet paper and flush it down the toilet. I was totally confused and didn't know what to do. I straightened up as best I could and went back out into the living room and pretended to watch TV. The whole while I was thinking about what just happened and why I'd done what I did. I wasn't so na‹ve to not know that I had an orgasm. I was really freaked out because of how it was all brought about. What I do know, is from that moment onward, pantyhose were always involved in my erotic life. Anyhow, my aunt came back, asking what I wanted to eat. I just mumbled that all I wanted was a sandwich. We sat and watched TV, I was confused and nervous and didn't say anything. I was relieved when my mom showed up to take me home. That whole night in bed I couldn't get over what had happened earlier. I was surprised to find that the thought of the whole experience was enough to get me excited again. I couldn't get the thought of my aunt's nyloned feet out of my mind. Until at last I fell into a fitful sleep.