The Beautiful-Legs Aunt Series 1 - Stocking Rhapsody (Part 3)

Before I left the country, I kept hinting to my aunt that I wanted to massage her like I used to.

I don't know if she understood my hints. These past few years, as I've grown up, I've always been too shy to sneak up to her

and touch her legs. She never agreed.

But I didn't give up. When my uncle wasn't around, I kept calling my aunt,

trying every possible way to let her know how much I longed to see her in stockings.

When I was little, being around her beautiful legs felt like heaven.

If I had another chance to be alone with my aunt… I was determined to seize this opportunity.

Finally, my aunt agreed to go out to dinner with me the night before I left the country.

It had been a while since I'd seen my aunt in such alluring stockings.

The interplay of light and shadow on her legs, at certain angles, made the stockings almost completely transparent.

The color of the stockings seemed to be absorbed into her legs like a second skin,

not only enhancing the beautiful curves of her legs but also softening the sheen of her skin.

I couldn't sleep all night, constantly fantasizing about what kind of night my aunt would give me.

Beauty is a curse; her sexy allure lured me down a path of no return,

and those legs I adored made me completely infatuated.

My aunt was ten minutes late that day, and unexpectedly, she called my uncle out with her.

I knew my aunt was doing it on purpose. I had a very unpleasant meal; it seemed my plans were ruined.

After dinner, my aunt offered to give me a ride. Unable to hail a taxi, we took the bus together.

While we were eating, my uncle hadn't given me a chance to look at my aunt.

Only after standing up did I realize that the woman tightly embracing my aunt's shapely legs was wearing a white denim mini-skirt.

My aunt and I sat on opposite sides of the bus. The empty late-night bus was only occupied by me, a

lustful young man, and my aunt's impeccably sexy legs.

"Michael, you must study hard after you go abroad. Your aunt has done everything she can for you,"

she said. I didn't quite understand what my aunt meant. She didn't reply, turning her head to the window.

Her long, alluring legs were leaning sexily against the wall. The tight short skirt accentuated her hips.

My aunt must have noticed me staring at her legs.

The lustful look in her eyes was completely unlike that of a nephew.

Her legs were perfectly proportioned; the way she moved them must have been incredibly arousing for me, sitting opposite her.

The skirt was made of denim, the stiff material unable to conceal her beautiful lower body.

My gaze kept wandering under my aunt's thighs, while she kept licking her lips, making me feel increasingly uncomfortable.

My lust hadn't subsided; I wanted to go home quickly, wash my face, and calm down. After

the bus had been running for a while, my aunt clearly knew I was groping her, but she smiled and pretended not to see.

She crossed her legs, revealing more of her thighs, and I didn't waste the opportunity to admire her beautiful legs.

My aunt glanced over casually... She wanted to see if I was still staring at her.

The first time, I continued to look. The second time, my gaze didn't leave either.

Although there was no danger of exposure, my aunt still tugged at her skirt, seemingly worried.

My eyes remained focused on her thighs and the hem of her skirt .

My aunt's hand naturally pressed down on the hem, her attempt to conceal herself only fueling my curiosity.

I leered at her, and my aunt warily avoided my gaze.

I began to get excited, my whole body heating up, my blood rushing.

My attention must have thrilled my aunt, since she dared to openly peek at what was beneath her skirt.

As a woman, my aunt instinctively crossed her legs to prevent me from seeing what she shouldn't.

My aunt's fingers lightly tapped the hem of her skirt. I slowly moved my legs, trying to naturally change my posture.

My eyes never left her. Just as I was about to leave my aunt, my gaze became so lewd,

forgetting my usual politeness towards her. My aunt must have noticed my excited reaction.

I knew I couldn't see her private parts, only her slender, silk-stockinged legs.

I so wished my aunt would be completely open with me.

My aunt lowered her legs, feigning ladylike behavior. She politely pressed her hand against her skirt, pretending to be afraid of being exposed.

But actually, she deliberately smoothed out her skirt, allowing me to see directly beneath it.

It looked like a well-dressed beauty had accidentally exposed herself. My gaze was like a laser beam fixed on my aunt.

No, not her body, I stared intently at what was inside her skirt. So hot.

The dizzying pleasure made it feel like my aunt was completely my plaything.

Suddenly, my aunt made a startled expression, feigning surprise at discovering her exposed body.

She turned her skirt away from my sight. I had seen everything about my aunt. I felt like I could see through her little tank top.

The thought of the stockings she wore especially for me gave me unparalleled pleasure.

I wondered if I had given my aunt the same excitement. This must be a gift from my aunt.

Was she doing it on purpose? Why would she do that? Maybe it was a hint.

Sure enough, I later proved that what she did back then was not a coincidence.

In my fantasy world, I had already seen every mysterious and beautiful part of my aunt's body, inside and out.

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