Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 08:10:54 -0800 From: Derek Collant <skylark675@gmail.com> Subject: After School Antics Chapter 4 4 - Discovered I hope you've enjoyed things thus far. For those just joining, please note this tale is of a boy learning about sex and his sexuality with older people and his developing fetishism for panthose. I'm assuming you're reading this as cross-generational intimicy is interesting 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. The next night, I was surprised to come home to an empty house. Placing my books and stuff down, I immediately went into the bathroom to see if my aunt's pantyhose were still there. I was very thrilled to see that indeed they were still there. I could even see that my aunt had thrown the pair she'd worn yesterday on top of the pile. I picked up the delicate garment and sniffed, catching her essences all over them. They felt so good. I got a really wild idea. I just had to know how it felt to wear a pair of these pantyhose. I went, closed and locked the door to the bathroom. I quickly slipped out of my shoes, sox, pants, and underwear. I pulled from the top of the pantyhose pile the pair my aunt had been wearing the day before. I had an incredible ball of excitement in the pit of stomach and my cock was already rock hard and straining in front of me. Closing the lid, I sat down on the toilet seat. I slid one foot inside the leg of the pantyhose, being careful, as I didn't want to ruin them. Immediately, I realized I couldn't pull them on like pants. What I also realized is that they felt really good against my legs. I attacked the problem of getting them on one leg at a time. I worked the one leg up until my foot reached the tip. The material felt so soft and sensuous against my skin. Wow, it really looked great to see my feet under the sheer material. I wiggled my toes and relished in the sensation of the filmy fabric against my body. I then slipped the other leg of my aunt's pantyhose over my other foot, and then slid the pantyhose all the way up to just past my legs. I had to do some smoothing and adjusting to get things right. I stood up and pulled the waistband of the pantyhose all the way up. Oh, I almost collapsed as the sheer fabric rubbed against my throbbing cock. I released the waist band and just stood there a second soaking in the sensation of my now nylon clad lower half. My cock was twitching like crazy against the taut fabric, and I was wondering if that would be enough to make me come. I looked down and checked out how I looked. Pretty wild I thought. I turned around and looked into the mirror. Wow, my cock looked so wild straining against the sheer fabric. I was mesmerized by the appearance of it under the sheer material, how incredibly sexy it looked and felt. I wanted to get a better a view, so I unlocked and opened the bathroom door a crack, checking to see if the coast was clear. I quickly stepped out and padded quickly down the hallway. Oh, there was a new sensation. My legs rubbing against my pantyhose as I walked and the air flowing around my legs as I walked. I slowed a bit just so I could relish the sensation as my nylon clad thighs rubbed against each other. I went into my aunt's room and stood in front of her closet as she had mirrors on the doors. Wow, it was wild to check my legs out fully and see how different they appeared with pantyhose. I admired myself by turning and trying to catch all angles. I suddenly realized that my aunt could come home at any time, so I'd better get back into the bathroom. On my way back I ran into my worst fears. Standing the hallway was my aunt. My stomach dropped to the floor, and I froze mid-step. "Billy," she said in stern tone. "What on earth are you doing?" Her hands were on her hips and she looked pretty pissed. I couldn't say anything, I was frozen in terror and shame. How could I have been so stupid! There I was, standing in my aunt's hallway, my lower half clad in a pair of her pantyhose. She could see everything, including my state of arousal. This was the worst thing that could've ever happened to me. "Well? I'm waiting for an explanation as to why I come home to find you wearing a pair of my pantyhose." "I'm sorry," was all I managed to mumble. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I was getting sick. "I'll bet you are." She responded. "Why did you put them on?" she pressed. "I don't know," I responded with the classic line. "Oh, I think I know, I can see the reason from here." She responded, her eyes looking down at my waist and where my rapidly dwindling cock was under the pantyhose covering it. I moved my hands to cover the obvious, I had turned completely beet red and my face felt like it was on fire. "What am I going to tell your mother?" "My mom!" I squeaked. "No, you can't, please! I'm really sorry, I didn't mean anything!" "Uh-huh, perhaps you should have thought a little more about things before putting on my pantyhose. What am I going to do?" "Please, please you can't tell mom, she'd freak if she knew." I pleaded. "Yeah, that she would." "I promise I'll never do it again, please." "Yeah, right, I know how young boys are, if not mine again, it'll be someone else's. Maybe even your own mother's!" "No, never, honest!" Well I'd had too much at this point, barely holding back my tears I dashed past my aunt and ran into the bathroom closing and locking the door behind me. I was trembling. I quickly slipped out of my aunt's pantyhose all the joy in wearing them having been drained from me. I heard a gentle knock at the door. "Billy, come out, please. We need to talk this through," my aunt said. I didn't respond, I was in too much of a turmoil. "Billy, eventually you're going to have to come out, if nothing else but to go home." That comment sent another wave of dread through me. "Ok, you get yourself together in there, and if you want, I'll be in the living room to talk."