Mom’s Hot Friend
I Always tried to make a sport out of looking up ALL older females skirts as I got past 18 years of age. It was with great enthusiasm at first, but persistence, nonetheless. My fantasies are always vivid in my imagination when it came to mature ladies’ legs, especially in high heels and nylon stockings.
My neighbor down the block, was a constant leg tease, as evidenced by her previous flashing episode at my house, while she played cards with my parents!
Bee was a hot, petite, well endowed woman of 50 plus years. She must have worn a size 5 1/2 shoe, and she nearly always wore 5 1/2" high heels to make up for the height disadvantage. This one day, I went over to visit her son, to play. His mom answered the door from the back of the house and said to come right in, that he was in the bathroom. When I walked past his mom's room, I noticed she was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing a robe, and gathering up what appeared to be a very long, black nylon stocking. I froze on the spot, realizing what I had stumbled upon. Meanwhile, his mom acted as if nothing at all was wrong and even engaged me in conversation while she continued to gather the seamed, black nylon with reinforced heel and toe stocking to her foot.
"Hello Rob, it's great to see you!" she exclaimed.
"It's g-g-great t-t-t-to see y-y-y-you too," I stuttered badly.
I noticed she had already put the other stocking on and it was at least 8-10 inches up her thigh. She pointed her toes and slipped into the nylon material, so sheer I could barely see the tint, yet sooo jet black when against her cream-colored sexy skin. She slipped the oversized reinforced toe over her toes, covering them totally! She then raised her leg straight out, in what had to be an exact copy of the Anne Bancroft seduction scene of Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate. Continuing to keep her toes pointed she slipped the rest of the foot portion of the stocking over her perfectly shaped foot, ensuring the reinforced heel was even along the back of her foot. The effect was entirely mesmerizing. I stood there speechless and proceeded to blush, so much she made a teasing comment: "Are you feeling a little bit warm there, Rob?"
"Yes, I am," I whimpered, feeling as if my testicles had sucked past my scrotum and into the bottom of my stomach, as if to keep the butterflies there company. Needless to say, my cock was more rigid than it had ever been at ANY time in my life up to that point. I had had some great hard-on stimulation sequences, but this one took the cake. I was on the verge of cumming with no physical touching of my cock, and I think she knew this.
Bee slowly got up and disrobed, to my utter disbelief! She was wearing a black merry widow corset with six wide, metal garters and the metal, triangular shaped adjusting tabs. She gartered the back of the stocking first, then the side, then the front. She looked so ravishing, standing there in her corset, in her stocking feet, and smiling at me with the smile of a professional tease. Like any woman who is proud of what she's got, she stood in front of the mirror adjusting the cups of the bra to fit her smallish, but firm breasts. The material was lacy, but I could clearly see her large, dark, firm areolas through the gauzy material. Her panties too, were of black, sheer lace, making her pubes just as visible.
"Sorry I have to keep getting dressed. I'm late for my nephew's piano recital and I've only got about fifteen minutes to get out of here. I was hoping maybe Larry could run over to your house when I leave."
I somehow answered from my trance: "Sure, I'm sure I can keep him entertained while you're gone."
Her legs were slender, like the girls in my class, and the six taut garters framed them, and the rest of her sexy figure like a classic painting, which would forever more be etched into my consciousness and fond memories.
"How do I look.?" Bee asked coyly.
"You look so beautiful that I don't know if I should even be looking at you," I said, starting to look away, with a touch of guilt starting to hit home, and mixing in with all the lust-filled thoughts and sensations swirling around in my young body and mind.
"Oh Rob, I know you've been taught that looking at a woman is bad, but I want you to know, I am very proud of my body. To me the human body is a beautiful thing: nothing to be ashamed about. Of course, I don't want you running around telling everybody that you saw Bee in her underwear or anything like that. Do you understand?"
"Oh yes, I understand. I would never want to see me or you get in trouble. I think you are so beautiful. I love your stockings, and I don't know why it is, but I love nylons so much, but I'm glad YOU like to wear them."
She smiled, knowing she had a life-long convert and fan. She then reached over the side of the bed and retrieved a pair of black, suede 5 1/2" spike high heeled pumps (ah, the fabulous 60's) and asked if I'd be willing to slip them on her feet. She slipped into them as I held them for her, and just as coyly rubbed them over my hard cock for a few moments before she stood up. I was hers. She then slipped her evening gown over her head and over her curvaceous body, ultimately hiding the merry delights from my view. She must have seen the frown on my face, because she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear: "If you would like to see my nylons and high heels, I will always be happy to show them to you. Only thing is we'll have to do it on the sly. Do you know what that means?"
"You mean when nobody's watching?"
"Exactly! The fact is I get excited knowing someone finds my legs sexy. I have always loved wearing stockings and high heels, since I put on a pair of my mom's old silk stockings and spike heels when I was 9 years old. The nylons felt so soft on my legs and the shoes looked so great on my feet that I couldn't wait until I was allowed to wear stockings and high heels. By the time I was old enough to wear hose and heels in the late 40's and early 50's, nylons were a lot more common and high heels were sexier, although some of my first pairs of stockings were still silk ones. Just remember, I will always be happy to tease you. Just promise me you will think of me when you think of sexy nylons and high heels."
"You bet!" I was overjoyed at the prospect of having a source of nylon and high heel fascination, practically at my command. Here was a woman who loved to show off the things I loved the most. I couldn't help smiling from ear to ear.
Just then, her son came out of the bathroom. He had been having a bath the whole time and had missed our entire conversation. He came out to see me and his mom standing in the hallway, outside his room. Even though he was only one year younger than me, and extremely bright, I don't think his mind was on women, much less what type of hosiery and high heels they wore, just yet. I suppose that was all for the better, for I was still to find more exciting displays of Bee's stocking and high heel teases in the days and years to come.
My neighbor down the block, was a constant leg tease, as evidenced by her previous flashing episode at my house, while she played cards with my parents!
Bee was a hot, petite, well endowed woman of 50 plus years. She must have worn a size 5 1/2 shoe, and she nearly always wore 5 1/2" high heels to make up for the height disadvantage. This one day, I went over to visit her son, to play. His mom answered the door from the back of the house and said to come right in, that he was in the bathroom. When I walked past his mom's room, I noticed she was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing a robe, and gathering up what appeared to be a very long, black nylon stocking. I froze on the spot, realizing what I had stumbled upon. Meanwhile, his mom acted as if nothing at all was wrong and even engaged me in conversation while she continued to gather the seamed, black nylon with reinforced heel and toe stocking to her foot.
"Hello Rob, it's great to see you!" she exclaimed.
"It's g-g-great t-t-t-to see y-y-y-you too," I stuttered badly.
I noticed she had already put the other stocking on and it was at least 8-10 inches up her thigh. She pointed her toes and slipped into the nylon material, so sheer I could barely see the tint, yet sooo jet black when against her cream-colored sexy skin. She slipped the oversized reinforced toe over her toes, covering them totally! She then raised her leg straight out, in what had to be an exact copy of the Anne Bancroft seduction scene of Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate. Continuing to keep her toes pointed she slipped the rest of the foot portion of the stocking over her perfectly shaped foot, ensuring the reinforced heel was even along the back of her foot. The effect was entirely mesmerizing. I stood there speechless and proceeded to blush, so much she made a teasing comment: "Are you feeling a little bit warm there, Rob?"
"Yes, I am," I whimpered, feeling as if my testicles had sucked past my scrotum and into the bottom of my stomach, as if to keep the butterflies there company. Needless to say, my cock was more rigid than it had ever been at ANY time in my life up to that point. I had had some great hard-on stimulation sequences, but this one took the cake. I was on the verge of cumming with no physical touching of my cock, and I think she knew this.
Bee slowly got up and disrobed, to my utter disbelief! She was wearing a black merry widow corset with six wide, metal garters and the metal, triangular shaped adjusting tabs. She gartered the back of the stocking first, then the side, then the front. She looked so ravishing, standing there in her corset, in her stocking feet, and smiling at me with the smile of a professional tease. Like any woman who is proud of what she's got, she stood in front of the mirror adjusting the cups of the bra to fit her smallish, but firm breasts. The material was lacy, but I could clearly see her large, dark, firm areolas through the gauzy material. Her panties too, were of black, sheer lace, making her pubes just as visible.
"Sorry I have to keep getting dressed. I'm late for my nephew's piano recital and I've only got about fifteen minutes to get out of here. I was hoping maybe Larry could run over to your house when I leave."
I somehow answered from my trance: "Sure, I'm sure I can keep him entertained while you're gone."
Her legs were slender, like the girls in my class, and the six taut garters framed them, and the rest of her sexy figure like a classic painting, which would forever more be etched into my consciousness and fond memories.
"How do I look.?" Bee asked coyly.
"You look so beautiful that I don't know if I should even be looking at you," I said, starting to look away, with a touch of guilt starting to hit home, and mixing in with all the lust-filled thoughts and sensations swirling around in my young body and mind.
"Oh Rob, I know you've been taught that looking at a woman is bad, but I want you to know, I am very proud of my body. To me the human body is a beautiful thing: nothing to be ashamed about. Of course, I don't want you running around telling everybody that you saw Bee in her underwear or anything like that. Do you understand?"
"Oh yes, I understand. I would never want to see me or you get in trouble. I think you are so beautiful. I love your stockings, and I don't know why it is, but I love nylons so much, but I'm glad YOU like to wear them."
She smiled, knowing she had a life-long convert and fan. She then reached over the side of the bed and retrieved a pair of black, suede 5 1/2" spike high heeled pumps (ah, the fabulous 60's) and asked if I'd be willing to slip them on her feet. She slipped into them as I held them for her, and just as coyly rubbed them over my hard cock for a few moments before she stood up. I was hers. She then slipped her evening gown over her head and over her curvaceous body, ultimately hiding the merry delights from my view. She must have seen the frown on my face, because she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear: "If you would like to see my nylons and high heels, I will always be happy to show them to you. Only thing is we'll have to do it on the sly. Do you know what that means?"
"You mean when nobody's watching?"
"Exactly! The fact is I get excited knowing someone finds my legs sexy. I have always loved wearing stockings and high heels, since I put on a pair of my mom's old silk stockings and spike heels when I was 9 years old. The nylons felt so soft on my legs and the shoes looked so great on my feet that I couldn't wait until I was allowed to wear stockings and high heels. By the time I was old enough to wear hose and heels in the late 40's and early 50's, nylons were a lot more common and high heels were sexier, although some of my first pairs of stockings were still silk ones. Just remember, I will always be happy to tease you. Just promise me you will think of me when you think of sexy nylons and high heels."
"You bet!" I was overjoyed at the prospect of having a source of nylon and high heel fascination, practically at my command. Here was a woman who loved to show off the things I loved the most. I couldn't help smiling from ear to ear.
Just then, her son came out of the bathroom. He had been having a bath the whole time and had missed our entire conversation. He came out to see me and his mom standing in the hallway, outside his room. Even though he was only one year younger than me, and extremely bright, I don't think his mind was on women, much less what type of hosiery and high heels they wore, just yet. I suppose that was all for the better, for I was still to find more exciting displays of Bee's stocking and high heel teases in the days and years to come.
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