MY PANTYHOSE INTERNSHIP
My story Part 1
I have been searching the web for someplace where I could share my pantyhose obsession,
finding this site I feel like I"ve finally found a forum in which to relate my erotic
pantyhose fetish transformation and believe it or not, I owe that sexual discovery all to
one person, my Aunt Patricia.
Starting at the beginning; Last summer I applied for an internship at a publishing company
in New York City, my mother"s younger sister Patricia, (everyone called her Tricia
and us kids called her Aunt Patty) is a vice president with the firm and her connections
got me a summer internship that would count as credits when I returned to school in the
fall. It was a paying internship but just barely, with the high cost of everything in
Manhattan my aunt made the generous offer that I stay with her for the duration of my
internship.
My aunt is the youngest of my mother siblings and fifteen years older than me, growing up
Aunt Patty made plenty of time for us kids and has always been my favorite.
I arrived in New York on a Friday and was met at the airport by my aunt, that night we
ordered food in, shared a bottle of mellow wine and she got me settled into her spare
room. As we were unpacking my clothes she made a comment about how we were going to have
to do some clothes shopping so that I would have some new things to wear when I started my
internship on Monday. She also told me that calling her Aunt Patty at the office just
wouldn"t do so I should start calling her Patricia, Tricia or Trish like everyone
else at the office.
The next two days were a whirlwind tour of New York and some of the funky clothing
boutiques of the city. My aunt bought me two business suits some hip young designer"s
dresses and a couple of sleek skirt and blouse combinations. Our last stop was a shop
which specialized in intimate apparel. My aunt said that I would need some hosiery to go
with the clothing that we had purchased. Now, I never really thought much about pantyhose
before, if I needed some to wear with a dress I usually picked up a pair at the drugstore
or supermarket. When I suggested to my aunt that it was summer and I usually just went
bare legged if I was wearing a dress or skirt, she said that I would appear more
professional if I wore hose at the office and besides the office was often very chilly
because of the air conditioning. I didn"t think much more about it and Aunt Patricia
and I picked out simple but elegant hosiery for both her and myself.
The internship was a lot of hard work but I was rewarded by the experience of being in New
York City. My aunt and I settled into evenings of sightseeing, concerts and plays,
restaurants and sharing our thoughts over many bottles of wine. We became quite
comfortable around one another so I didn"t really think it was too unusual for her to
slip out of her shoes and skirt each night as soon as she walked in the door. My aunt was
often wearing just her bra and panties or one of her silk blouses as she puttered around
the kitchen fixing dinner or relaxing with a glass of wine after a hard day at the office.
She always wore pantyhose and sometimes I"d notice she wasn"t wearing any
panties underneath. She wore mostly black shear to the waist hose and at thirty four she
had a toned well kept body that looked good in what ever she wore.
One evening she had to stay late after work and asked if I would stick around to help her
to finish up a project before the weekend. We worked until about ten thirty then headed
back to her place in a cab. Once we were in her apartment she stepped out of her high
heels, unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor and undid a few buttons of her
white silk blouse. Aunt Patricia, made us a couple of gin and tonics, put some jazz on the
stereo and plopped down on the sofa beckoning me to join her there. We lingered with our
drinks and when we finished them she asked me to make the next two. When I brought them
over to her on the sofa she asked me if I would mind doing her a huge favor, I said
"Sure, what could I do for you?" she stretched out her legs and said her
were killing her today and would I mind giving her a massage. I sat down at the other
end of the sofa put her into my lap and began to give
her
a slow massage with my thumbs working the undersides of her nylon clad .
My aunt sighed with appreciation as I did my best to relax her with my
massage.
The combination of the gin and tonic and the smooth jazz was quite relaxing so I took my
time as I massaged my aunts . I had noticed a mild but not
unpleasant odor when my aunt had placed her in my lap and found myself
sniffing a bit deeper to catch a waft of the earthy aroma. My aunt enjoyed the attention I
was paying to her , she closed her eyes and lay her
head back on a pillow, her silk blouse slid open revealing a lacy bra and also the fact
that she wore no panties beneath her sheer to the waist hose. As I continued with my
massage efforts paying close attention to one and then the other, my aunts
sighs turned to soft moans and her right hand drifted to the top of her
and then began to caress the pantyhose covered area between her legs.
I wasn"t sure what I should do, my eyes were drawn to watching her hand and wondering
if she was really about to fondle herself as I massaged her .
My heart was beginning to race in a weird sort of way, I was afraid she would open her
eyes and see me looking at her and this moment would end awkwardly. I continued with my
massage as she continued with hers, she was unmistakably caressing herself through her
pantyhose and then I realized something else. Aunt Patricia"s left had
moved across my lap, the bottom of her was pressing against my own
and her toes were creeping up under my skirt. I was starting to feel a little uneasy as my
aunt"s toes worked my skirt higher up my , I"ll admit now the
uneasiness was kind of thrilling, similar to times I"d watch my college roommate
masturbate when she thought I was sleeping.
My aunt"s legs parted a bit more as the palm of her hand pressed down on her mound
and her fingers pushed against her nylon covered clit. Her hips twisted and her
pressed harder against my own hose covered . Both of our breathing got
deeper as I watched this private drama. I stared transfixed as moments later she arched
her back against the sofa cushions pushed one against my hand and the other
against my , softly moaning in what I
assumed was an orgasm. I was agog, silent, still holding her right in
my hand. I didn"t know what to do so I continued to lightly massage her as
her breathing returned to normal. I was feeling a bit excited, though it was just starting
to register as sexual excitement, it felt more like I had just gotten away with doing
something naughty. Suddenly, my aunt started to chuckle then began to laugh as she pulled
her
from my lap and sat up.
"Wow!" she said, as she rose and went to pour us another drink, "That was a
great
massage". I was feeling kind of silly and wasn"t sure what to do when my aunt
suggested I look in the end table"s drawer and light up a joint if I could find one.
Glad not to be just sitting there with a dumb look on my face I found one lit it and took
a deep drag passing it to my aunt when she returned with our drinks and sat down. I had
smoked marijuana a few times at school and just hadn"t felt any different but as I
sat there smoking with my aunt I felt a real mellowness take hold of me. We smoked not
saying a word, the only sound was the jazz playing on the radio and the tinkling of the
ice in our glass. A few times my aunt chuckled to herself and then would take a big
swallow from her glass. I settled back into the sofa"s cushions not sure if what just
happened would be mentioned but half expecting some sort of explanation. After a few
minutes my aunt slid down to the floor reached for both of my
and said, "Now it"s your turn".
My Pantyhose Internship Part 2
Aunt Patty was kneeling on the carpet in front of me when she took each of my in
hand and removed my shoes. She rested my hose covered on the tops of each of her
thighs. I had started to protest when she began removing my shoes but she insisted and
told me to just relax. My aunt lifted my right with both her hands and starting
at the heel began a slow forward push with her thumbs while her fingers pressed warmly
into the top of my . When she reached the arch of my it
tickled slightly but it also felt heavenly and I grunted my acknowledgment. My aunt really
knew her way around a because in a matter of minutes I
was nearly putty. She then lowered that to her
and picked up my left telling me to rub my right
against her to continue feeling the
tingling sensation as she now massaged my left . As I rubbed my right
against her I was taken by how nice it
felt sliding my nylon covered against her own nylon covered .
Like I said before I was never much of one to wear pantyhose but I was enjoying the
pleasurable feeling of the nylon rubbing against nylon. My aunt"s massage continued
for a while and feeling as mellow as I was I sank down deeper into the sofa just enjoying
the soft sensations. At some point I closed my eyes and let the relaxing feeling wash over
me, I felt my aunt raise my and opened my eyes a
bit to see she was holding my to her face brushing her cheek
against my sole as she sniffed my nylon clad . I was a bit embarrassed as I had
been wearing my shoes since early that morning and was sure that my
smelled a bit sweaty. I attempted to pull my away slightly but my aunt would
have none of it, she merely told me to relax and asked if it didn"t feel good. I felt
wonderful and murmured my acquiescence, I pulled a pillow across my chest hugging it as I
sank lower on the sofa unaware of how far my skirt had ridden up. I was then only mildly
surprised when minutes latter I felt something new against my and
this time I narrowly parted my eyelids to see my aunt"s lips pressed against the pad
of my
and I felt her tongue travel across the nylon.
At this point I should mention that though limited in experience I considered myself
pretty open minded when it came to sex. I had dated several guys and enjoyed sex but
honestly felt the orgasms were never as good as when I masturbated. The only lesbian
experience I"d had was when I was fourteen and my best friend and I spent the summer
sneaking off to smoke cigarettes, French kiss and stroke each others tender young breasts.
We called it practice for when we would have real boyfriends and laughed to ourselves when
we would tell our parents we going to practice. As opened minded as I thought I was I
really wasn"t prepared for the feelings that overcame me as my very own aunt began to
suck my nylon covered toes and her hands began to caress my ankle then higher along my .
In some way I felt what was happening was all wrong but between my legs I felt a strong
tingling.
I lay back with my thoughts swirling and pleasure creeping up my legs, my knees felt weak
and I knew that if I tried to stand up and leave the room I would fall over flat. I closed
my eyes tight and it felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. My legs
parted as my hips rose involuntary to meet the tingling that was traveling up my legs.
Aunt Patty"s attention to my toes soon turned toward my ankle and as her tongue
caressed my inner ankle I felt a rush of my own lubrication soak my panties. I suddenly
thought that maybe she expected me to do what she had just done and masturbate my self
through my pantyhose. As my fingertips tentatively touched my nylon covered thighs I was
lost in a sensation that left me caressing my thighs and working my skirt up higher, a
semi unconscious invitation to my aunt. We were both breathing deeply and my aunt was
pressing her nose into the back of my knee and taking deep sniffs.
Aunt Patricia began to kiss my inner right , my body twisted in a haze of
expectant ecstasy as my aunts moist kisses moved higher. I had never felt this excited in
my life but the sensation and tension I was feeling were mind bending. Here I was with my
skirt almost riding up about my waist sexually offering myself to another woman. She was
crawling up my and just so happened to be
my aunt. I suddenly feared this was all going to end awkwardly with Aunt Patty just giving
me an over enthusiastic massage. I needn"t have
worried because Aunt Patty"s caresses continued and her lips kept moving toward my
crotch. Her hot breath on my inner sent shivers down my spine.
Her mouth soon covered my mound and I felt her teeth and tongue press into the pantyhose
and panties that covered me there.
No woman had ever done that to me before and the excitement caused a ripple of forbidden
ecstasy across my entire body. I pushed my pelvis foreword, my well lubricated vagina
swelling beneath the panties and pantyhose. Aunt Patty ground her mouth across my
pantyhose and pushed her tongue against my nub. Her hands gripped my hips and the pressure
of her thumbs made it feel like my vagina was shooting foreword. I could feel her own
nylon covered mound pressing into the top of my and moving against it. My legs
began to tremble and suddenly I felt a spark ignite a series of mini orgasms like a string
of Chinese firecrackers. I kept pushing my pelvis against her mouth feeling a forceful
shudder then a minor retreat before the next one racked my body. My panties were soaking
wet and I felt my juices streaming down my crack. I had no sense of time and just kept
riding the vibrations that coursed through me. Finally It felt like my body would give
out, I moved my hips back and pushed my chest forward. My aunt"s lips trailed down my
and my fingers ran through her hair. Through half closed lids of satisfaction I saw Aunt
Patty looking into my eyes with what could only be a freshly kindled lust. "That was
fun." she said softly as her hands slid down my calves and rested at my ankle.
My breathing slowed down and I became more fully aware of what had just happened. My aunt
had just gone down on me causing me to experience one of the most incredible orgasms that
I could ever imagine. It was weird, we had actually just committed some sort of incest, I
was incredibly turned on and wondering what was next. My Aunt slowly stretched then curled
up at my ,
her knees pulled to her chest, her pantyhose bottom clearly visible. I was wondering just
how she was feeling when she sighed deeply and said "I hope that wasn"t too
weird, I felt overcome by your presence and may have acted in a way that you"re
unsure of." I started to say something but all I could muster was an "I..."
She then continued, " Your mom knows I"m a lesbian but I don"t know how
much she may have told you kids." I must have had a dumb expression on my face
because my aunt laughed then said "Just nod your head if you understand what I"m
saying. I smiled then stammered that I sort of knew, I mean I"d guessed from some of
the conversations that I"d overheard around the house. Aunt Patty put her hand on my
and smiled sweetly, "Yes dear, I"m a lipstick lesbian." and then I laughed
because she made a face pressing a finger into her cheek, crossing her eyes and puckering
her lips. Again, all I could manage was a "I..." before she said "Seriously
though, what just happened, I mean, it doesn"t make you a lesbian or any thing I just
got caught up and thought it might be something you might enjoy experiencing." I
reached for my drink took a big gulp and then stammered something like "That was
really kind of wonderful, I"ve never done anything like that before." Aunt Patty
gave me big hug and then we both settled into the sofa next to each other, silently
nursing our drinks just listening to the music.