Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 08:10:54 -0800
From: Derek Collant <skylark675@gmail.com>
Subject: After School Antics Chapter 2

2 - It Happens Again

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With a sense of excitement and also trepidation, I walked into my aunt's
house the next day.  I had made up my mind to do nothing about the events
of yesterday.  After all, my aunt had no idea what she started when she
asked me to massage her nyloned feet.  It was a fluke and wouldn't happen
again.  Still, I couldn't shake the sense of excitement that knotted in my
stomach and caused my crotch to respond.

"Hey there," she greeted me as I walked into the door.

"Hi," I responded.

"You almost beat me again.  I just got home a few minutes ago.  Why not
have a seat in the living room, I brought home some Chinese."

I could see as I walked to the living room that she was still dressed in
her work clothes and glancing down, I saw that she was still in her
stockings, though she'd taken off her shoes.  Today she was wearing a dark
brown pair.  They were a bit different from the ones from yesterday as they
toe and heel had darker material.  I quickly averted my gaze before she
noticed and then I zipped into the living room.  She followed shortly
afterwards with two plates piled with food.  For the most part, we ate in
silence watching the news.  I kept glancing surreptitiously at my aunt's
pantyhose legs and feet.

Afterwards, we kicked back and she put her feet on the coffee table.  It
made it so easy to stare that way, and the knot of excitement in my stomach
built.  She was wiggling her toes and moving her feet.

"Billy, thanks again for the foot rub yesterday, that was just the ticket.
I really appreciated it."  She said after a pause.

"Um, your um, welcome." I responded nervously.

Then, I surprised myself by saying, "If you want I can do it again."

She cocked her head and looked at me with a quizzical expression, before
responding "That would be wonderful of you."

With that, she swung around and again placed her pantyhosed feet on my lap.
The same bolt of energy shot through my lap down my legs and up to my
stomach.  I was kinda freaked out this time, as my cock was in the stages
of getting hard.  Her heel was right on top of it, she must have felt it.
She said nothing though and looked at me expectantly.

Seeking to quickly distract her I grasped the foot with both my hands and
started to caress it.  I began by pressing my thumbs into the soles of her
feet.  Her toes curled at my actions and she sighed.  I moved up her foot
and started working my thumbs between her toes.  These pantyhose seemed
more sheer than the ones she had on yesterday.  The darker material at the
toes and heels appeared to be heavier.  The sight was very nice.

"You better be careful, you're going to spoil me, and I'll expect this kind
of treatment all time."  She said

In the meantime, she shifted her other foot so it was centered on my lap.
I quickly grabbed it to move it out of the way, since it contacted my very
hard cock.  I did the same to this foot, caressing the nyloned covered
flesh and kneading it.  I brought her foot up higher this time, closer to
my face.  I wanted to move my face even closer to her sexy fabric covered
foot.  I don't know why, it just got me very excited thinking about it.
The musty aroma seemed to lure me.

"Ok, thank you sweetie," my aunt said, withdrawing her feet from my hands.
"That was the ticket.  Well, I've got get ready for a date tonight."

With that she got up and walked out of the room.  I followed quickly,
originally planning to zip into the bathroom to relieve my aching
cock. Instead, I crept to the door of my aunt's room.  She had left it open
a crack and I could see she was in the process of undressing.  She had
already taken of her dress and I could see her nyloned body fully exposed.
Involuntarily, my hand when to my crotch.  She sat down and rubbed her
feet, glancing over her shoulder towards the door.  I quickly withdrew
before she could spot me.  I darted into the bathroom.  Once inside, I
pulled down my pants and started to stroke my cock.  I felt the same rush
of pleasure as yesterday.  I thought about sexy nyloned covered feet and in
short order orgasmed.  It felt so good to feel my cock pulse and spurt out
the hot white cream.  I could relish the feeling this time and stared at my
cock as it throbbed pumping out the thick white stuff.  A thought struck
me, and I dipped my finger in the pool of fluid forming under my cock on
the counter.  I brought it to my lips and tasted it.  It was kind of salty,
but that was about it.  It tried more, and though it tasted weird, though
to my surprise, I kinda liked it.

I quickly cleaned up in the bathroom and through the tissue in the
wastebasket.  I pulled up my pants, flushed the toilet to keep up pretenses
and went back to the living room.  My aunt came out about 45 minutes later
just as my mom arrived.  They chatted a bit and we left to go home.  Before
we left, my aunt mentioned she'd be working a little later than usual.
That being the case, I could just come in a make myself comfortable.

That night in bed, I couldn't get the sight of my aunt's nyloned feet and
body out of my mind.  I was really turned on about how sexy they looked and
how erotic the nylons felt.  My cock responded accordingly and soon was
tenting the covers of my bed.  I started to stroke it, but thinking about
the mess I'd make, was unsure what to do.  I suddenly had an idea, taking a
sock from the floor I slid it over my penis and stroked myself with it.
Mmm, it felt really good.  On another whim, I picked up the companion sock
and held it against my nose.  Inhaling my own sweat and musky shoe smell.
I don't know why I did it, I didn't even really think about it.  I just
knew that the smell combined with the sensations coming from crotch to
create an ecstatic feeling in my body.  It wasn't too long until a spurted
a load into the sock that sheathed my cock.  The tip became completely wet
with my come.  After I'd done, and my cock started to shrink I pulled the
sock off and sniffed it.  The mixture of my come and sweat was very strong.
The come smelled musky and strong.  I dropped it off the edge of the bed,
and drifted off into a deep sleep.