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         Adaptation:  The Delights of Aunt Karen - Part III 
 
The next opportunity to play came almost a week later. Uncle Carl
would not be home from his club until late so Aunt Karen would fix
dinner just for the two of them to eat. When Aunt Karen called, Billy
came in the kitchen as she was preparing supper. The sight of her
standing at the stove as Billy walked in set his mind reeling. Karen
had her back to him and was still wearing the same outfit she had worn
to the store earlier that day. She had on a white long sleeve blouse,
a belted beige tailored skirt that came to just above her knees, sheer
dark brown nylon stockings, and brown leather high heel pumps with at
least three and one-half inch heels.

 The sight of his aunt dressed like that gave him a hard-on and Billy
had to adjust his pants. She turned her head back over her shoulder,
looked at him and said "Supper is almost ready. Go wash up and sit
down."
					 
With Uncle Carl out for the evening, Billy didn't want to appear too
eager to play cops and robbers again and he didn't know exactly how,
or if, he should bring the subject up. But as they ate Aunt Karen's
breasts pointed across the table at him, and, full of boyish charm,
Billy said, "Well, are we going to play again?"
 His comment caught her off guard and she said, "Play again?" Billy
said, "You know, cops and robbers. You said you wanted to play again
sometime." This was perhaps a little exaggeration of the truth.
 She said, "Er, oh yes, I guess I did say that.  Sure, we can play." 
 This was way too good to be true! 
 Smiling, Aunt Karen asked if Billy had a another idea for a
'different' story they could act out, with the emphasis on
'different'.  The answer was "Oh, yes, you bet I do." Instead Billy
told her to let him think about it while they ate.
					 
After supper Aunt Karen began clearing away the table and putting
dishes in the sink. While she did this Billy explained his idea for
the game. He showed her a comic book he was reading. Aunt Karen would
be the wife of the richest man in town. A man would kidnap her, take
her to his hide-out and hold her for ransom. The kidnapper would have
to leave her there while he went to deliver his ransom demands and
collect the ransom.
  As Aunt Karen cleared the last dish from the table she said, "It
sounds like I might spend the whole game tied up again".
 Billy said, "Well you said you like the game to have a real feeling.
But, we can change the game or make up a different
story..."

  Aunt Karen said, "No, if it's what you think best, I guess the
kidnaping story will be okay. How do we start?"
 Billy said that he would capture her and put her in his car and
pretend to drive to his hide-out. He would then take her
out of the car and into his hide-out, hold her there while he made the
ransom demands, and picked the ransom up.
  Aunt Karen said "Okay". She added that it would take her about
fifteen minutes to finish up the dishes. Billy said that while she
finished the dishes he would go arrange some 'props' and hide in the
living room which would serve as the garage for the evening.
 Billy told her when she finished to come into the 'garage' and the
man would surprise her and kidnap her.  Billy arranged two dining room
chairs in front of the sofa to be a pretend car and waited for Aunt
Karen to come in.
 As she opened the door leading from the kitchen to the 'garage',
Billy hid behind the door. Once she had stepped through the door Billy
stepped up behind her and stuck the barrel of his toy pistol into her
back and said, "Don't move and don't make a sound".
 Aunt Karen, sounding startled, started to turn around saying, "What
the heck is this and who are you".
 Billy pushed her shoulder and told her not to turn around. He got a
tight grip on her right arm and stepped up close behind her and held
his pistol where she could see it. Aunt Karen then totally surprised
him by stomping the top of his right foot with the spike heel of her
left shoe. Fortunately she didn't stomp very hard or Billy might have
had her shoe sticking out of the top of his foot.
  She then tried to pull away from him, however, his angry reaction to
having his foot almost impaled was to tighten his grip on her arm.
Holding on to her as she tried to pull away he stuck his gun hard
against her back and said in his best gangster voice "Okay, lady, one
more stunt like that and I'll use the butt of this pistol against the
back of you head. Now stand still and you won't get hurt. And don't
try and look around at me."
 Aunt Karen said, "Okay, I won't try anything. Who are you? Just take
what you want and leave."
 Billy answered, "It's best for you that you don't know who I am or
what I look like. And, what I came here to take is you".
 With that Aunt Karen gave a half hearted tug against the grip Billy
had on her arm and said, "Take me. What for?"

  Billy said, "Well, your husband's rich and I'm not. If he wants you
back when I leave town I'll be rich too."
 Aunt Karen said, "You're kidnapping me?"
  Billy said "You catch on quick. If you do what your told you wont
get hurt. I have nothing to gain by hurting you. If your husband
does what he is told you'll be home safe and sound before you know it.
Now we're going to have to take a little ride. And, since I can't take
a chance on you getting any funny ideas while I'm driving I'm going to
have to tie you up."
 Aunt Karen said, "Okay, I understand" She then placed her hands
behind her back.
 Billy said "That's good, but first take this." Billy handed her a
black scarf. He watched her finger it nervously, then said "Take this
and tie it over your eyes good and tight."
  Aunt Karen hesitated, but then took the scarf, folded in into a roll
and blindfolded herself with it.
  Next Billy placed two handkerchiefs in her hand telling her, "Put
those in you mouth".
 
Aunt Karen said "Please don't gag me. I promise I'll be quiet." 
 Billy said "Well, putting these handkerchiefs in you mouth will help
you keep that promise. Now put them in you mouth."
 With that Aunt Karen stuffed one of the handkerchiefs into her mouth.
Billy then prodded her with the barrel of his pistol and told her to
put the other one in. Aunt Karen then stuffed the second handkerchief
into her mouth. Billy handed her another black scarf and said "Take
this and tie it in your mouth to hold the handkerchiefs in place. And,
make it good and tight. If I have to redo it you won't like it."
 Aunt Karen took the scarf and really gagged herself with it. She
actually did cinch it tight when she tied it off, it actually looked
tighter then the one Billy had tied the last time they played.
  Now that she had blindfolded and gagged herself, Billy quickly
instructed her to put her hands behind her back. This time he tied
her wrists together palm to palm. It just seemed to make it easier to
wrap the rope than cinch it up between her wrists. His aunt stood
helpless, teetering slightly on her high heels, bound, blindfolded and
gagged.
 He then took a long length of rope and wrapped it around her upper
body and arms. Wrapping the rope above and below her breasts stretched
the material of her blouse tightly over her breasts and framed
them nicely between the rope. 
 It was then Billy realized one bonus to tying a girls wrists palm to
palm was to cause her chest to lift slightly up and trust slightly
out. Feeling secure due to his aunt's bound and blindfolded position,
he managed to deftly unbutton the button over her bra without her
knowing it. The sight of her ample breasts bulging against the tightly
stretched fabric of her blouse was, for this twelve year old, a major
turn on. At least with her blindfolded, he wouldn't have to spend the
rest of the night trying to hide the bulge in his pants.
 Billy led Aunt Karen over to the 'car' and helped her sit down in the
sofa which served as the back seat. Blindfolded and bound while
wearing her high heels, she had to rely on Billy's lead. He enjoyed
touching her body as well as the sense of power he got as the helpless
woman followed his lead.  He then tied her nylon covered ankles
together, letting his hands get as much feel of her legs as he dared
by taking his time.
 Wow, what a sight. His attractive Aunt wearing a white blouse, beige
skirt, sheer dark brown nylon stockings and brown leather high heels
sitting on the couch bound, gagged and blindfolded.
 Billy had her lean over and lay down across the 'back seat' and said,
"This should keep you out of sight until we get to where we're going".
 Billy then got in the front seat of the 'car' and pretended to drive
off. He turned the chair so he could see his captive lying in the back
seat. She had moved around enough trying to get comfortable that her
skirt had slipped up some. Her bound ankles and brown leather high
heels were fully visably and the front of her bra was on display
through the unbuttoned portion of her blouse. Showing out from under
the end of her skirt there was also a nice expanse of nylon covered
thigh.
 Billy waited about fifteen minutes before he pretended to stop the
car. Saying, "Well, we're finally here", he reached back and
helped his aunt sit up in the seat. He untied her ankles, again taking
his time and treating himself to a nice view up her skirt, and helped
her out of the 'car' saying, "Come on, let's go inside".
 Billy led his bound captive up the stairs.  He could feel the tension
as the blindfolded woman ascended precariously on her high heels. 
Once or twice he actually grabbed her nylon covered ankle to show her
where to place it.
  Once in her bedroom, Billy had her sit on the edge of the bed and
then knelt down and began to retie her ankles. Just the sight of those
legs, in those nylon stockings, and those high heels was enough to
send him up the wall.
 Touching her legs as Billy tied them was his idea of heaven. Her
tailored skirt had risen up some when she sat down on the bed. Billy
could just see the beginning of the reinforced top of her nylons
peeking out from under the hem of her skirt. He tied her legs together
above her knees. The feel of her nylon clad legs as he pulled the
cinching between her thighs was once again almost more then Billy
could stand.
 When he finished he was actually trembling. He just stood back and
looked at her for about three minutes before he began to regain
some composure. Getting back in to character Billy said "We're going
to be here a while. If you promise to keep quiet I'll take that gag
out of your mouth".
 Aunt Karen nodded her head "yes". Billy untied the scarf gagging her
and was again impressed by how tightly she had tied it. After the
removing the scarf from between her lips, Aunt Karen tilted her head
slightly back with her mouth opened wide.
 
Billy reached in and pulled the first handkerchief out. He then had to
reach way in to her mouth to get the second handkerchief. This was
almost as big a turn-on as putting the gag in her mouth. Aunt Karen
worked her jaws around a little and licked her lips. 
 Billy asked her if she would like a drink. She again nodded her head
"yes" rather then speaking. He guessed she was taking her promise to
keep quiet seriously.
 Billy held a glass of water up to her lips and let her drink. He
tilted the glass just a little too much so water drooled down her
chin, spotting her blouse and skirt. Satisfied with his little act of
'punishment', he waited a few minutes before pretending to come back
in to the room.
 "It's time for me to go let your husband know I have you and what
it's going to take for him to get you back. Since I'm going to have to
leave you on your own for a little while, I'm going to have to put the
gag back in your mouth. Do you want another drink of water first?"
 Aunt Karen nodded "yes" again. Billy mumbled something about
refilling it.  Instead he quietly lowered the zipper of his pants,
took out his cock and dangled it in the water.  He then held the glass
to her lips and let her get a couple of swallows.
 Aunt Karen's drinking my dick wash he thought to himself greedily.
  Meanwhile, the helpless Karen sat unknowingly on the edge of
the bed blindfolded, arms tied behind her, and those legs in their
nylon stockings and those high heels barely touching the floor. Her
tailored skirt had now risen up some more and Billy could just see
almost all of the darker top bands of her nylons beneath the hem of
her skirt.
 
Billy picked up the handkerchiefs and placed the first one against her
lips. Before he could tell her to open up Aunt Karen opened her mouth
to accept the gag.
 
He shoved the first handkerchief in followed by the second one. He
then took the scarf and placed it between her lips. As he was tying
the first overhand knot in the scarf behind her head he said "You've
been
good so far so I kind of hate to do this but I can't chance you
getting any funny ideas while I'm gone so I'm going to have to tie
this gag really tight".
 With that he pulled the two ends of the scarf as hard as he dared,
cinching it deep into her packed mouth. Aunt Karen let a muffled grunt
out through the gag. The corners of her mouth looked like they were
pulled almost back to her ears. Billy secured the scarf with a second
overhand knot.
 Giving her a gentle push on the shoulder Billy told her to lay back
on the bed. He then took her bound ankles and pulled them around so
that she was now stretched out length wise on the bed. He told her to
roll over onto her stomach, helping her do so. He then took a length
of rope and looped it around her bound ankles, cinched it tight, and
ran the other end between her bound wrists. He drew her ankles up
until the back of her high heel pumps were touching her finger tips
and tied it off.
 He pretended to leave by shutting the bedroom door real loud. Of
course Billy didn't leave. His eyes were riveted to the hogtied vision
that lay before him. Aunt Karen appeared to try and struggle a little.
There were some strained muffled grunts that barely escaped through
her
gag as she strained against her ropes. After a couple of minutes she
realized that she wasn't able to move at all and just lay there. Her
breathing seemed to be more labored because of the tightness of
the gag in her mouth. 
 Billy debated how long he should wait before pretending to return.
Aunt Karen had already been tied up for almost an hour already. One
thing her futile attempts at struggling did accomplish was to cause
her skirt to hike further up her legs. Fully half of the reinforced
tops of her stockings were now visible.

 Billy could not resist, he took the handkerchief from his pocket and
placed in over the end of his still exposed, and now hard cock. 
Looking at his bound aunt, he jerked off as quietly as he could right
into the handkerchief. Finished, he wadded up the cum filled cloth.
  After fifteen minutes Billy opened and shut the door pretending to
return. "Well, now if your husband can just follow instructions then I
will be out of here, you'll be safely home, your husband will be
poorer, and I'll be richer."

  Billy touched her backside as he said "Well, I see you stayed right
where I left you. Just a minute and I will let you stretch out".
 He then let her out of the hog-tie. Billy rolled her back over 
on to her back, swung her legs back around so her feet were on the
floor, and helped her sit up. After about a minute Aunt Karen forced a
long low muffled grunt out through her gag.
 Billy said "You want the gag out of your mouth again?" 
 Aunt Karen nodded feverously, "yes". 
 Billy said 'OK, but remember not a sound. And, when I leave to go
pick up the ransom I have to put it back in just as tight.
Understood?"
 Aunt Karen again nodded "yes", this time with less certainty. Billy
moved her hair out of the way so he could get to the knot holding the
scarf in place. He really had tied it tight and he was having to work
at getting it loose. Aunt Karen bent her head slightly forward to help
him get a better angle on the knot. Being that close to her was
intoxicating. As he worked on getting the knot loose Billy was
brushing up against her bound arms. He could smell her perfume. He
looked down at the sight of her blindfolded eyes and gagged mouth, her
breasts framed
by ropes above and below straining against the fabric of her blouse.
The reinforced tops of her stockings, the white rope binding her legs
contrasting against the sheer brown nylon of her stockings culminating
in the sheen of her brown leather pumps.
 Billy actually felt himself getting dizzy when the first knot came
loose and brought him back out of his dazed thoughts. The final knot
came loose and as it did Aunt Karen let out a groan of relief. She
lifted her head and as Billy pulled the scarf from between her lips he
noticed that her chin was wet. He then noticed a long strand of spit
suspended from her chin. When Billy pulled the first handkerchief out
of her mouth he understood why she had been drooling. The handkerchief
was soaking wet. The second handkerchief was packed deep in her mouth
and it also was soaking wet. Aunt Karen retched slightly as Billy
pulled the second handkerchief out. He let her drool fall on her
skirt, soiling it.


Billy thought "Oh boy, this is it. Little Billy got carried away. Game
over."
 Aunt Karen coughed a couple of times, moving her jaws around some
like she was testing to see if they still worked, and licked her lips.
Strangely, she didn't say anything.
 Billy quickly held the glass of water to her lips and said "Here,
drink". She took a couple of big swallows. He pulled the glass away
and asked her if she wanted more and she nodded "yes".
 As she drank Billy said "Sorry about having to leave you like that
but I have a lot ridding on this little caper and I am not about to
take any chances".
 Billy waited another ten minutes before announcing that
it was time for him to go pick up the ransom. "If everything goes okay
then two hours after I have the money, I'll make a quick call and tell
your husband where he can find you".
 For the first time Aunt Karen spoke, "What if everything doesn't go
okay?"
 Billy said "If I get caught then I'll tell them where to 
find you. Only you won't be there. I set up another hide out to make
it look like I was holding you there. When they get there they will
find food that has been eaten, a glass of water with your lipstick
on it, ropes and cloth to look like someone had been tied up. They
will even find one of your earrings. I will claim that I left you tied
up there and don't know what could have happened to you.
Of course you will still be here tightly bound and gagged. And, here
you will stay until, well, you know. So, you better be thinking good
thoughts, praying that your husband doesn't do something stupid,
and that I don't get caught".
  Billy asked her if she wanted another drink before he left. Aunt
Karen had her head tilted slightly downward and whispered "Please let
me go".
 Billy had gotten two dry handkerchiefs.
 He pressed one to her lips and said "Open up". She didn't. Billy
pressed the handkerchief more firmly against her lips and she turned
her head away keeping her mouth tightly clamped shut.
 Billy said "Look, we can do this the hard way or the easy way but one
way or another this gag is going in your mouth".
 
Billy pressed the handkerchief against her lips again and this time
her mouth parted just enough for him to push the handkerchief in.
Billy picked up the second one, but then paused.  "I'll fix you," he
thought.   Putting the clean handkerchief in his pocket, he grabbed
the cum soaked one and packed that one in her mouth, placed the scarf
between her lips, and pulled it around behind her head. He took his
left hand and pushed slightly forward on her head.
Taking the hint Aunt Karen tilted her head forward. Billy moved her
hair away from the nape of her neck and knotted the scarf, again
pulling it as tight as he could before tying it off with a second
overhand
knot. "Now you can slowly drink my cum," he thought to himself.
  Billy again had her lay back on the bed and as before moved her legs
around so she was once again laying lengthwise on the bed. Rolling her
over Billy again hog-tied her so her heels were touching her
hands. Aunt Karen had been tied up for more then an hour and thirty
minutes at this point.

 Billy knew she had to be very uncomfortable, but he was torn between
ending the game or enjoying the sight of her hogtied on the bed. He
wondered if she could taste his cum yet.
  The last time Billy rolled her over her skirt had finally
ridden up enough that Billy could see just a hint of her creamy white
skin above her stocking tops and the black tab from what had to be a
black garter belt attached to the back of her stockings. Billy just
bet she was wearing black panties as well. He decided, what the heck,
she can take this for another few minutes.
  Finally Billy went out to the hallway and pretended to be
her husband coming to look for her after paying the ransom and getting
a call from the kidnaper. He loudly called her name and  burst through
the door and said "Karen!" He heard but the faintest of "uhhgaa's"
coming from her. He thought to himself "Gee, I did tie that gag
tight".
  He immediately untied her wrists from her ankles and helped her to
sit up on the side of the bed again. Billy took mercy on her and began
untying her gag. It took about five minutes to work the knots loose.
Finally he pulled the scarf from her mouth. Again the handkerchiefs
had been compressed well back into her mouth. He had to reach his
fingers deep into her mouth to pull the handkerchief out.
 The second handkerchief was about as far back in to her mouth as it
could be without it actually going down her throat. Reaching in to
pull the second handkerchief out he could feel Aunt Karen's throat
produce a couple of involuntary gagging sensations. As the
handkerchief came free she again produced a retching sound along with
another involuntary gagging sensation. This was followed by some
coughing and sucking in a couple of deep gulps of air.
  Much to his surprise Aunt Karen didn't immediately tear in to him
about how tightly he had tied, and especially how tight he had gagged,
her.
 
Instead Aunt Karen stayed in character said, "Dear, thank God you
found me".
 Playing husband, and breathing a huge sigh of relief, Billy said
"Don't worry, honey everything's going to be okay. I'll have
you out of this in no time." 
 Billy left the blind fold on and began untying her legs. With her
skirt still hiked up past her stocking tops he didn't want to take a
chance on missing this opportunity to indulge himself. Once he finally
freed her arms and wrists Billy removed the blindfold. Aunt Karen
surprised him by not immediately jumping up to pull her skirt down. 
Instead she remained seated on the bed and said, "Wow, that was
something. I really felt like I had been kidnapped. It started to seem
so real to me that when you were talking about going for the ransom I
forgot for a minute that we were only playing a game.  But, dear, you
were a little rough with me..."

  Then she said "Billy, I am really thirsty. And I've got a funny
taste in my mouth. Let's go down to the kitchen and get a snack and
something to drink." As she stood up she finally focused on her skirt
and quickly pulled her skirt down as she walked down the hall.
 What a sight that was from the back. This forty-something year old
goddess, with this fantastic ass walking down the hall in high heel
pumps, dark brown nylon stockings, tugging a skirt down that was up
past her stocking tops just like it was a private show for him.
  Once Billy was able to stand up and walk he joined her in the
kitchen. They ate a piece of pie and talked more about the game they
had just played. It was amazing. There was no "Why did you have to tie
me so tight? Why did you gag me like that? Why did you keep me tied up
so long?"
 There was nothing about did Billy enjoy looking at her with her skirt
hiked up or anything like that. She was accepting of the game and the
role playing. Getting tied up and gagged to her was apparently nothing
more than her part of the game, a way to make
it seem more realistic. Billy told her if they played again that it
was her turn to make up a story to act out.
 
Aunt Karen paused for a moment and then cautiously said, "Okay". 


 Billy wondered if the story she would make up would somehow involve
her getting tied up. By the time Uncle Carl got home Aunt Karen and
Billy had already gone to bed. Which was good, because as Billy had
watched
Aunt Karen get up from the kitchen table and head for her room the red
rope marks around her legs were still quite visible through her
stockings and there were still very visible lines around her cheeks
from the gag. 
 
Lingerie Show
 
Two days later, Karen Stone and nephew, Billy had sat at the kitchen
table for some time. She was working on the household accounts. They
had become quite good friends during his stay. Billy thought she was
very attractive, but he knew that at his young age she wasn't
attracted to him, however Billy was happy just being around his
attractive aunt. He had, however noticed that since the second
'tying-up game, his aunt had at first been a bit standoffish.  When he
had made a veiled reference to her behavior change, she had
immediately begun catering to his seeming ever whim.
 
She had a tendency to dress for style rather than for comfort; which
was a little unusual in a role where she only talked to the grocer or
delivery man, but it was really nice to see her on the occasions when
she did really dress up. Like the day they both got caught.
 
Karen had come in room wearing a powder blue two piece business suit
and with a several inches added to her height by her tall high-heeled
pumps. Billy guessed she was going somewhere later in the day, maybe a
tea or dinner party or something. The young boy noticed that her white
blouse, which peeked out of the front of her jacket was silky and
trimmed with a lot of lace, in fact, it looked like a slip.  Even at
his young age, Billy had had a thing about slips for as long as he
could remember, at least from the time that he had been introduced to
the sensual nature of the female undergarment by his cousin, Mary.
 
Karen's legs were wrapped in dark gray brown nylon with a sheen
running down the sides of her legs. Thankfully Aunt Karen almost
always wore nylon stockings! Billy told her that she looked great in
the blue dress. He was learning well how to manipulate women, and his
attractive aunt, in particular, by using a combination of innocence
and flattery.  Women were suckers for a compliment.  "I like your
blouse, too..."
 
"Oh, thank you, Billy.  But, ah...er, it's not a blouse, it's my
slip."  Karen Stone blushed just a bit as she spoke, but after all, he
was her nephew.  And what a polite young man he was becoming.
 
Wow!! Before he could catch himself, Billy started to tell her about
this thing he had about slips; the time he had spent looking in the
catalogues.  He was afraid she would find it amusing, or worse yet
embarrassing or take it the wrong way.  But she didn't make fun of him
for it. She just smiled. As they were talking she dropped her pen,
down on the side away from him. As she leaned over in her chair to
reach the pen she turned half away from him and stretched down.  As
her thighs rose off her chair, her skirt rode up her behind, Yes!!
There really were the upper reaches of her stockings, exposed full up
to the darker top band. The problem was, Billy didn't just think,
Yes!! There really were Aunt Karen's stocking tops, he actually
blurted out, "Yes!! There really are tops of your stockings!"
 
Aunt Karen looked at him with surprise and sudden contempt. She sat
square in her chair and pulled her skirt up so that Billy could see
the lacy hem of her slip just covering the top of her stockings. The
dark nylon and the bump of the garter clasp were clearly visible
through the smooth white silk that was drawn tight across her thigh.
"Is this what you like to look at?  Does this actually excite you?"
she asked.
 
"To be truthful, Aunt Karen, it drives me wild!  I guess, I, er, get,
ah, curious."
 
"Well, Billy, maybe I should pull my skirt back down; for my own
safety," she teased as she slid her bottom forward in her chair,
exposing even more of the smooth silk. Billy was about to say that she
could pull her skirt all the way down, down to the floor, but she
saved him from saying too much too soon by suddenly sitting up
straight and pulling the skirt back to where it should be, and no
further, and saying primly, "Billy, I think that's enough of that!"
 
She turned back to her work and Billy to reading his comic book, but
his heart wasn't in it and Billy found it difficult to concentrate.
Aunt Karen, too, wasn't concentrating, although to look at her Billy
would have thought that she was so engrossed in her work that she
hadn't realized that her skirt had ridden up again and her stocking
tops were on view once more.
 
As she reached for things on the table she would wriggle her bottom
around and work her skirt up higher. Obviously she had found the
earlier "slip show" more of a housewife's flattery than she would
admit and now she was in full tease mode. Billy pretended not to
notice. She "accidentally" showed some more upper thigh and silky
slip. Still Billy outwardly showed no interest. He could tell that
this was really
bugging her. He had discovered a new variable - disinterest, to add to
innocence and flattery!
 
Eventually Billy's lack of interest got to be too much for her and
Karen swung her chair around to face the young boy while rocking back
and raising her knees to the height of her face and, at the same time,
opening her legs!! "Do you like these stockings?", she asked.
 
"Oh boy!!" Billy replied, swinging his own chair to face her. Her
panties were white and silky with a lace trim and a perfect match for
the slip, which was providing a soft feminine frame to this wonderful
view of panties, stockings and garter straps. His aunt ran her fingers
over the front of the upraised slip and said, "Look, my slip match my
lingerie."
 
Billy was looking, mouth agape!! Her fingers slipped over the smooth
material and hooked under at the side. As she stroked herself Billy
nearly exploded. She had got herself so worked up that she had
forgotten that they were at home and that her family, or anyone else
could walk in at any moment. She had her adoring nephew under her
spell and that she was giving him a little 'thrill' was all that
mattered to her now.
 
The lovely homemaker stood up and reaching down to its hem, she
slowly, oh so slowly, eased her powder blue skirt up, all the way to
her waist. Then she did the same with her slip, pulling it slowly up
to uncover the tops of her stockings. Billy just sat silent and
transfixed. The youth was trying to store every detail in his memory.
Her panties
were fully exposed now and she turned her back to him before bending
forwards from the waist. The silky material of her panties stretched
tight across her exquisite bottom. His jaw was so slack that his
tongue was reaching the floor.
 
She wriggled her hips, Billy was moaning with delight as her buttocks
swayed under the screen of shiny silk.
 
Her next move was to stand up straight again and turn back towards
him. She smoothed her skirt back into place and started to unbutton
her suit jacket top. Billy had no idea if she had ever visited any
"places of erotic entertainment" or whether she was just a natural,
but she sure knew how to strip in the most seductive and tantalizing
manner.
 
As the jacket opened Billy gasped as he realized that she wore a
skimpy, low cut bra under that clinging, unruffled, lustrous slip. Her
own excitement was obvious as her nipples stood out beneath the
material like chapel hat-pegs. 
 
Once the jacket hit the table, she started to unfasten her skirt and
slid it down her thighs to reveal the whole of the slip and the lace
of the hem that just covered her stocking tops. Kicking the discarded
skirt clear with her high-heeled foot, she began to dance around the
room, bending and stretching, and spinning around so that the slip
flew up to expose her thighs and the naked flesh between stocking
tops and panties.
 
Billy was now paralyzed, totally incapable of movement. Then she
stopped, right in front of him, and, gathering the slip at her waist,
she inched the hem upwards with an exquisite and infinite slowness
until her panties were fully revealed, only a few short inches from
his face.
 
By now Billy was in grave danger of forgetting to breathe. She held
the slip up for about a minute to let him drink in all the detail of
her lingerie, before letting it drop back into place. Now she turned
her back on him and reaching up under the slip she began to remove her
panties. Again it was all done slowly and carefully, but she was
unable to avoid giving him the quick glimpse of her beautiful bottom.
As she stepped out of the panties she turned back towards her nephew.
What would happen next?
 
What happened was her delivery man walked in at that moment. Now,
Billy knew what they were doing was not really permissible in the
family and that they should have been paying more attention to their
work, but he thought instant rage was going a little far, even if they
were, aunt and nephew.
 
Somehow, things smoothed over and Billy got through the next day. 

That night he lay in his room and thought about the little slip.
 
It was devastating. The stocking top and little piece of garter strap
was the ultimate indicator of availability, sin, excitement and
adventure.
 
That apparently innocent and mistaken display of a just a little bit
of stocking top enabled the normally modest woman, his aunt, to play
the "teaser" while maintaining the "proper lady image" and it was a
recipe that no man, young or old, could resist.
 
Just as lethal was the clingy and rather short slip with the lacy hem
that struggled valiantly and quite unsuccessfully to cover those same
stocking tops and which, more deliciously still, also failed to
conceal the garter straps properly, while clinging indecently to her
breasts, hips, thighs and bottom. The nylon slip covered everything
but nothing at all. A nice lady like Aunt Karen wore slips which made
her into a naughty lady and that was very nice.
 
Finally, it was time.
 
She came to the door in an ivory dressing gown that swept just at her
knees, her light colored hair styled and curling around her neck. As
she moved, Billy could see that she also had on gray-brown stockings
and high-heeled pumps. Her garter clips made tiny bumps through the
filmy fabric as a passing breeze pressed its fabric against her
thighs.
Billy didn't remember much else about that night because he was in
sensory overload, awash in sensations and passions Billy never knew he
could harbor.
 
The room was softly lit by several table lamps, a gentle breeze
blowing through the open windows cooling things and soft music was
playing on the radio.
 
Billy remembered they talked and laughed, but he could not recall what
was said and suddenly they were embracing and the dressing gown fell
open and slipped to the floor and the lovely woman was wearing a
matching ivory slip that outlined every curve in gleaming nylon and
highlighted her body's secret mysteries in cobwebs of lace.
 
Up until that moment, Billy had not considered a slip as instruments
of seduction, but rather as an obstacle that must be either removed or
bypassed to reach the prime objective. But as with everything about
Karen, that seductive slip added a new level of erotic sensation.
 
Billy could savor the feel of her stiffening nipples through the soft
lace, the warmth of her skin through the smooth ivory nylon and the
slight pulls and hitches as the delicate material snagged on her
garters. Coupled with that was the feeling of her scented fullness
against his body and the unbelievable sensations of her kisses -
delicate and soft and demanding.
 Sleep came fitfully that night.

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