My fantasy was my gorgeous aunt Alice . She was 38, had a wonderful sexy figure and often wore black pantyhose and heels. She was a receptionist at a printing so she was always stylish and dressed beautifully. I was 14 and asked to feed her cat twice a day while she was on holiday. Ventured upstairs and my heart was beating out of my chest when I tried her bedroom door. I sat on her bed and admired her rows of heels, coloured frocks and dresses while a beautiful black silk slip hung over a chair next to her bed. I had to look in her lingerie drawer and it took my breath away. Black lace bras, silk panties, slips and all colours of pantyhose. There was a beautiful aroma too, her distinctive perfume and woman musk made it a highly charged sexual atmosphere for a raw teenager who had never seen such beautiful lingerie. I locked the door, pulled the blinds down and picked up her pantyhose, she had left on the floor. I'll never forget the brand; 15 denier, barely black. Gosh, it felt so good. Naked except for her beautiful pantyhose I chose a pair of her black sling backs and a mini skirt. It was sensual and overwhelming. I knew what the conclusion would be, but I was determined to enjoy this new experience. I was wearing some of aunt's most intimate lingerie and I closed my eyes and thought of her. Standing in front of her long wardrobe mirror I thought about aunt dressing where I was stood and exploded in appreciation of aunt's beautiful figure. That afternoon began a lifetime of cross-dressing. Aunt was my ultimate fantasy.
