8 comments/ 121570 views/ 12 favorites Dan's Dilemma By: MarleeM My nephew Dan is in his thirties now. I remember when he was born. I staked him out as a potential baby to be sat. I was almost ten at the time, and was ready to start making money. I did my best to help his Mom with him and got to know him quite well. As Dan grew, I was his Mom's first choice as a babysitter, so my plan worked. Several weekends a month I was called and asked if I could sit with him so his parents could go out. Often, his Mom would call me after school to see if I could take care of him while she ran errands. Sometimes it seemed as if I was spending more time at Dan's house than at my family's house. Dan's family lived a few blocks away, so I could walk there from my house if I couldn't get a ride from my folks or Dan's Mom or Dad. Sometimes my Aunt would call the night before so I would just stop in on my way home from school. When I got to high school, it became a little easier. Shortly after I was old enough to drive, my parents helped me buy an old car. Once I had transportation, Dan and I had more freedom when I took care of him. Many times, I would pick him up on the way home from school and we went to the mall or other places. As he got older, he became much more fun to be with. Dan was like a little brother, I guess. As I got older, Dan and I spent much less time together, for obvious reasons. I married and moved away to a nearby town. Dan went away to school for a few years and we only saw each other at major family gatherings and on holidays. It was always wonderful to see him and we always hugged and told stories about what was happening in our lives. About a year or so ago, I received a surprise telephone call from Dan while I was at work. He told me he was in the area for a few days and wanted to know if we could get together. I was happy to hear from him and surprised that he would call me, of all people. "I missed you, for one thing," he said, "and I think we have a lot to talk about." "Oh?" I asked, wondering what he meant. ""Yes, but I'd rather wait until we're together to talk," he replied. "Well, as luck would have it, my husband is out of town on business for the next few days, so I was planning on an evening alone – you'll be a great alternative," I said, laughing. "My Mom told me you were alone and she suggested that I call you," he said, "I thought it was a great idea. I'd like to take you out to dinner – what time should I pick you up?" "Well, if you don't mind doing me a favor," I said, "would you mind picking me up at work? I dropped my car off at the shop this morning and a friend from work was going to give me a ride home." "That's a great idea," he said, "I'll be there at about 5:30." "Great!," I said, "see you then." We hung up and I got back to work. I also called my friend and told her I would not need a ride. At about 4:45, there was a quiet knock on my office door. I looked up, and Dan was standing there with a smile on his face. "I really had nothing to keep me busy until 5:30," he said, "so I thought I'd come and keep you company. Is that okay?" I couldn't help from smiling myself. "Hey Danny Boy," I said as I got up from behind my desk, "it's great to see you." I gave him a big hug, surprised as always by how much this once little boy had grown. He was taller than I was by several inches and I was five foot nine. "I still have a few things to take care of before I can leave," I told him, "do you want to wait in the lounge?" "No thanks," he said with a grin, "I'd rather stay here and watch you hard at work." Dan sat down in a chair next my desk and seemed to keep his eyes on me as I worked. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought he was checking me out. Finally, I was finished and turned toward him. "Well, that's it," I said, "what do you want to do about dinner? Am I dressed okay or should we stop by my house so I can change?" "You look great," he said. "We can go some place where you won't feel overdressed." I took his last comment as a compliment. As I usually did, I had worn a dress to work that day. I always felt that I worked better if I looked as professional as I could. My outfit included suntan hose and medium heels. The dress was tailored to fit my shape and the hem came to about an inch above my knee. When I sat, and when I had turned toward Dan, the skirt rode up a bit so I was showing a few inches of nylon-covered thigh. At the time, I did not give it much thought as Dan looked me over. Shutting off my computer and putting a few things away in my desk drawers, I stood and followed Dan out of my office. He led me down the hall to the foyer and out to the street. He led me to a sporty convertible parked a few spots from the door. "Nice car," I said with a smile, "I should have known you'd be driving something like this." "It's a rental," he said with a smile, "and I asked for a car to impress a classy but sexy older woman." "And then you called me instead," I said with a laugh, but felt quite happy with the compliment. "You know you've always been my fantasy woman, don't you?" he asked, "ever since I began to notice girls." "That's sweet of you to say, even if you don't mean it," I said with a smile. "I meant it," was his only reply. Dan opened the passenger door for me and held it as I sat, then lifted my legs and swung them inside. This time, I definitely saw Dan staring at my legs as my skirt rose to mid-thigh. I settled in as he walked around the car to the driver's door but did not pull my skirt down. I thought if he enjoyed looking at my legs, it was the least I could do after the sweet compliment he had paid me. When we arrived at the restaurant Dan had chosen, I decided to pay more attention to him when he stood and opened my door. I twisted slowly to the right and, keeping my eyes on his face, I placed my right foot on the ground before I move my left foot from the car. This had the double effect of causing my skirt to slide farther up my thighs and also opened my thighs to give Dan a nice view of my inner thighs. I noted that he blushed, but he did not look away. Dinner was very nice. We shared a bottle of wine and had a long, fun conversation ranging from catching up on what had been going on since we last talked to joking about our family and our family members' shortcomings. Before I knew it, it was almost nine and I suggested that it was time to think about leaving. Dan agreed. As we walked to the car, I think the wine hit me a little stronger than I had expected. I was feeling a little lightheaded and, as we walked, I took hold of Dan's arm. It felt very comfortable. Dan again held the door for me as I got into the car. Once more I might have let him see more than he should have, but he was being so sweet and I was feeling the wine. It also was nice to have such a handsome young man be so obviously attracted to me. When we were both in the car, I realized I was not quite ready to go home. "Danny Boy," I said, "it's been a long time since I have ridden in a convertible. Let's put the top down and drive around for bit." "Sounds great!," he replied. Dan put the top down and then got back into the car. As he did so, I turned in my seat to face him better, so we could talk as he drove. When I turned, the friction of the seat covering against my skirt caused my skirt to rise up, so my legs were in view past the middle of my thighs. At first, I did not notice what had happened. Dan, on the other hand, noticed right away. It was the look on his face that led me to look down to see what he was looking at. Once again, I decided that there was no harm in sitting that way. Dan and I drove around town for an hour or so, looking at the sights, talking, and laughing. When I realized how late it was getting, I suggested that it was time for me to go home. Dan looked disappointed. "There was something else I wanted to talk to you about," Dan said, "is it okay if we go in and talk a while instead of me just dropping you off?" "Sure," I said, feeling very curious, "what did you want to talk about?" "Let's wait until we're at the house," was all he said. We ride the rest of the way in silence. Although I had not moved, I did notice that Dan was not turning his head occasionally to look at my legs the way he had been. Under the passing streetlights, is face seemed to have a very serious look on it. Finally, we arrived at my house and Dan pulled into the driveway. Always the gentleman, he walked around and opened my door, but he did not take advantage of that opportunity to look at my legs as I turned in my seat and then slid out of the car. Something serious was going on. Once in the house, I offered Dan a cup of coffee and he accepted. We sat at the kitchen table, but even in that casual atmosphere he seemed nervous, much more nervous than I had ever seem him. "Is something bothering you, Danny Boy?," I asked, trying to lighten his mood. "I guess you could say that," he said in a serious tone, "and you haven't made things easier for me tonight." "What are you talking about?," I asked, truly confused. "Well, I've been enjoying looking at your legs all night," he said, blushing. "I noticed," I said, laughing, "I didn't mind and I really made it a little easier for you to look." "I thought you were," he said, smiling a little, "but that is sort of what I wanted to talk about." "What do you mean?," I asked, still confused. "When I was little, and you used to babysit for me, I loved the way it felt when I ran my fingers along your legs – when you were wearing hosiery," he stated. "I remember now," I said, "you used to do that a lot – and even when you got a little older." Now I almost laughed, but he was so serious I did not dare. "I never forgot how that felt, and how excited it made me – even before I knew that I was excited," he stated. He went on: "That feeling has stayed with me for a long time. Ever since, actually. I love the thought of pantyhose on sexy legs, I love the sight, I love the touch." "There's nothing wrong with that," I said, "most guys feel the same way." "But my obsession has gone farther," he said. "What do you mean," I asked, confused again. Dan turned bright red. For a minute, I thought he might start crying. When he spoke, his voice cracked. "I wear pantyhose," was all he said. "So?," was all I could say. "I've never told anyone that and I was always afraid people would think I was strange if they knew," he replied. "I don't think there's anything strange about it," I said, "it may not be all that common in my experience, but so what?" "You aren't upset?," he asked. "No, not at all," I said, "I am curious, though." "I thought you might be," he said, starting to relax. "How often do you wear them?," I asked. "As often as I can, usually a few times a week," he replied. "Are you wearing them now?'" I asked. "No," he said, "I usually don't wear them under my clothes." "Too bad," I heard myself say. Dan said it too. "I'm sorry," he said, "did you say something?" Now it was my turn to blush. "Yes," I said, "I think I said 'too bad.'" "Why did you say that?," he asked. "Well, since you spent all evening staring at my legs, I thought I might have a chance to check yours out," I replied, laughing. "I guess you could," Dan said, "but I don't have any to wear." "Would you wear a pair of mine?," I asked, surprised at myself. Dan looked up quickly, "I'd love to," he said with a smile. Inside he was extremely nervous. "Well," I said, "you know where my room is. Look in the top left drawer of the dresser under the mirror." At that, Dan left the room and went upstairs. I heard his footsteps coming from above and heard them stop when he entered my room I wondered if he might be looking at more than pantyhose. Then I heard him walking again and he came down the stairs and entered the kitchen. "I hope these are okay," he said, holding a pair of suntan hose, "I love sheer to waist." "That's fine," I said with a smile, "I am a fan of sheer to waist myself, as you may have noticed earlier tonight." "Yes," he said, also smiling and seeming to relax a little, "I think I did notice. They are very flattering." "That's nice of you to say," I replied, "now, are you going to try those on?" "Okay," he said, looking nervous again, "I'll change in the other room." Dan left the room. I wondered if he was as nervous as I was. I hoped I was not making a mistake here, but he was family and he obviously had been concerned about his interest. I hoped I could put his mind at ease. I heard him enter the kitchen. I turned to look and saw him standing there wearing pantyhose. He was wearing a long shirt, which was long enough to cover him down to his upper thighs. He had very nice legs, I thought. "You have very nice legs," I told him. "Thanks," he said, blushing. He came back to the table and sat down across from me again. "Do you feel better?," I asked. "I feel relieved," he said, "I've never told anyone about this before, let alone wear in front of anyone." "I guess it's a compliment that you told me and put those on, then," I said. "Well," he said, "I do trust you and, as I said, you had a lot to do with me developing this interest. I never got over seeing and feeling your legs." He blushed again. "So," I said, "is it as good as you hoped it would be?" "Oh yes," he said, "although I am even more excited than I usually am when I am wearing. I guess it's the thrill of wearing your pantyhose in front of you and you knowing it." "So," I asked, "you are excited now?" I really was curious. "Very," was all he said. I knew this was getting dangerous. I was married and in my house alone with another man – even though he was my nephew. Dan was wearing my pantyhose and nothing else from the waist down. He was "very excited." Against my better judgment, I really wanted to see him. "I want to see you," I said in a quiet voice. "Are you sure," he asked, just as quietly, with a catch in his voice. "Yes," I said, "I am sure." At that he stood up and walked over next to me. I was glad he did, because I am not certain my voice would have worked to ask him to get closer. I was afraid to move, it seemed. Dan reached down and took hold of his shirt at the hem. He slowly lifted it up and showed me more of his legs. Then, he lifted the shirt a bit more and I could see that he was in fact very excited. "Oh my!," was all I could say. Dan looked mortified and started to lower his shirt. "Please don't," I said, "you look amazing!" "Okay," he said, blushing again, but raising his shirt to his waist. I had to admit, I had never seen as enticing a sight. Dan had the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was a wonderful size and a perfect shape. I was desperate to touch it, but I knew that would be opening a door that undoubtedly should remain closed. I could not resist reaching out and sliding my hand up and down his upper thigh – on the outside, of course. As I did so, Dan moaned softly. I actually could see the vein in his cock throb and his cock seemed to twitch and move of its own accord. I was entranced. I noted that he seemed to have gotten some fluid on my pantyhose. "Yes," I said, "you appear to be very excited. Have you been touching your self while we talked?" "Yes, I have," he said, "I hope you don't mind. Sometimes I cannot help myself. I know I am about to make a mess of your pantyhose" "That's okay," I said, "I have more. Please go ahead if you want to." I did not move my hand from his thigh. "Do you mind if I take my shirt off?," he asked. "Not at all," I said, "if it will make you more comfortable." At that, he reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. I still did not remove my hand from his thigh and I continued to lightly caress it. Then, he was standing directly in front of me, naked except for my pantyhose which hid nothing. I had not been this close to another man in years and I have to admit I was enjoying myself. Dan reached down and lightly touched himself near the base of his cock. He began moving it from side to side rubbing it against his lower stomach. As he did so, I looked up and saw his eyes were closed and there was a look of what can only be described as passion on his face. His hand began moving faster and faster and I could hear low moans growing inside his throat. Then, as his moans reached a crescendo, I saw his cock stiffen even more and then the most amazing eruption occurred. I had never been that close to a cock as it exploded like that. Dan's moans became much louder and he filled my pantyhose with a luxuriant stream of his sperm. I actually found myself tempted to touch it so I could get a sample to taste, but I knew I had to resist the temptation. But it did look so wonderful and it was so erotic that I almost had my own orgasm just watching Dan and caressing his thigh while he came. Dan came for what seemed like ten minutes, pumping more and more cum into my pantyhose. His moans were becoming more quiet again when he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. For a moment, he looked like he had forgotten where he was and was surprised to see me there. Then, he got a sheepish grin on his face and blushed. "Oh my God!," he said, "I have never experienced anything like that. It was amazing!" "My sentiments, exactly," I replied, "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." "I never thought I would EVER do that with anyone watching," he said, blushing, "I hope I didn't upset you." "Danny Boy," I said, "there was nothing at all upsetting about that. It was the most erotic, beautiful thing I have ever seen a guy do. I am so glad you trusted me enough to tell me and then also to show me." "So am I," he said, "I am just sorry I waited so long to talk to you about this." It was an amazing sight, watching Dan's cock begin to soften as his cum started to run down his thighs. Not wanting to confuse things, I moved my hand from his thigh before my fingers got wet. "Do you want to clean up a bit?," I asked. "Yes, I'd better," he said. "Do you mind if I keep your pantyhose for a souvenir?" I laughed. "Not at all, " I said. "By the way," I said, "how much longer are you going to be in town?" "A few more days," he responded, "why?" "Well," I replied, "my husband is out of town until the weekend and I was wondering of you'd like to go out to dinner again – now that you got this off your chest." "Wow," he said, "that would be great! I was afraid you wouldn't want me around." "No," I said, "I really enjoy your company. Why don't you stop by my office tomorrow at about 5:30 and we can decide what to do." "Great!, He said with a wide smile, "it's a date. Now, I'd better get cleaned up." With that, Dan went into the guest bathroom and came out wearing the clothes he had worn that evening. I gave him a hug and a kiss and told him I'd see him tomorrow. Dan's Dilemma Ch. 02 Background (from Dan's Dilemma) My nephew Dan is in his mid-thirties now and I am about ten years older. From when he was a baby until his early teen years, I was Dan's regular babysitter and we spent a lot of time together. He was like a little brother. Dan had called rather unexpectedly and asked if we could get together to talk about something, but he did not tell me what. He picked me up at work and we had a wonderful meal. I was happy to see Dan, now grown. We had a lot of catching up to do, and I was curious about what he had to talk about. After Dan took me home, he told me what was on his mind. Dan had developed a pantyhose fetish. As he explained, when I was his babysitter, I often wore skirts and pantyhose. He would always rub his hand on my legs, enjoying the texture and feel of the hosiery. Dan explained that this had led to his feelings of pantyhose to the point where he regularly wore pantyhose himself. He was embarrassed to tell me, but he had kept his feelings bottled up for quite a while and thought I would be the best person he could talk to about his fetish. He did more than talk, however. I was curious about how he looked in pantyhose and also wanted to make sure he understood that he had nothing to be embarrassed about. I suggested he get a pair of my pantyhose and put them on. Once Dan had the pantyhose on, we kept talking to bring ourselves up to date. Finally, I asked if he was excited and he admitted that he was. I actually asked if he would show me, and he did. Before I knew it, I was caressing his pantyhose-covered thigh and he was rubbing his cock through the pantyhose. He came and made quite a mess in my pantyhose. After cleaning himself off, he had to leave but we agreed to have dinner again the next night. That evening After Dan left, I was in quite a state. When he stood before me with his beautiful erect cock, it was all I could do to control myself. I had been able to limit myself to caressing his nylon-covered leg while he rubbed himself until he came, but I had so wanted to do more. I had been so tempted to touch him and to taste his warm cum, but I held back. I was so excited by the time he left that I had to make myself cum before I even left the kitchen where we had been talking. As soon as he was out the door, I lifted my skirt and slid my hand inside my pantyhose and panties. I already was wet and it did not take too long before I had a wonderful orgasm. I made myself cum one more time after I was in bed. Today This morning, I was trying to decide what to wear to work, knowing that Dan was going to pick me up again. I wanted to wear something he would appreciate. I had always enjoyed seeing the lengths to which guys would go to look at my legs. I also enjoyed watching them to see how they would react to seeing something they thought they were not supposed to see. In Dan's case, there was something very special and very exciting. I had several shirt dresses that I wore to work. On most days, I wore a slip under them, but occasionally I would not. These dresses buttoned all the up the front, so I could show more or less cleavage and more or less leg as I chose. Another "feature" of these dresses was that there might be gaps between the buttons where someone might be able to see inside the dress. I noticed more than a few guys noticing these gaps and trying to strategically place themselves for the best view. I decided to wear one of these dresses for Dan. Depending on my mood, I could show him as much or as little as I liked, all the while looking very prim and proper. I was not sure how Dan would feel after telling me his secret. I knew how I felt, however. I was married, and Dan was my nephew. These things kept warning me that I had to be careful. But that cock! I was so tempted by it. I wanted to touch it, to feel it as it got hard and as it came. I had been so tempted to tell Dan he had to leave my pantyhose when he left last night. If he had, I knew I would have tasted his semen and probably would have licked my pantyhose clean. I felt like I had missed a golden opportunity. I hoped I would not feel the same way tonight. In spite of any misgivings I might have, I knew I would go farther tonight. The idea of playing with Dan had me very excited. I wanted to have some fun, but not go too far. Sitting at my desk, I kept unbuttoning my dress and then buttoning it again. I was very nervous about Dan's reaction and very anxious. I should not have been. Shortly after lunch, Dan called. He seemed much more relaxed and open than he had the day before. "Hi!," He said, "how are you this afternoon?" "Hi Danny Boy," I said, smiling, "I was afraid you were not going to call." "Why would you feel that way?," he asked. "Well, we had quite an evening last night and we had a very personal moment," I said. "I know," he said, "I was there, remember?" "I don't think I will ever forget," I replied. "Good," he said. "In fact," I admitted, "if I wasn't married and if you weren't my nephew, I might have done more than just watch and I might have touched more than just your thigh." There, I said it. "That was the most exciting thing I have ever seen," I said, "I'm surprised I was able to resist." "I wish you hadn't," he said, "I've been dreaming about wearing pantyhose with you for years. Last night was like a dream come true for me. I want to share my passion with you." "Oh, Dan," I said, "I can't go very far with this." "I know," he said, "I wouldn't want you to. But I'd like to play around a little." "Well, I might be able to do that without feeling too guilty," I said, "I want to touch you, but we can't go farther." "Just touch?," he said, laughing. "Well, touching so you cum again for me," I admitted, "so it'll be more like rubbing." I was blushing. "That would be heaven," he said, "it's what I dream about." "About me specifically, or women in general?," I asked, curiously. "Well, sometimes about different women, but I always find myself having fantasies about you," he said. I was taken aback. We hadn't seen each other in quite some time. "Even after all this time?," I asked. "Yes," he said, "you are always in my fantasies." "What sort of fantasies?," I asked. "Well, I often think of you in pantyhose without panties on," he said quietly. "Oh my," was all I could say. "So, when are you going to be here?," I asked after a quiet few seconds. "Probably in about an hour," he said, "I'm waiting for my new pantyhose to dry." "Okay," I said, laughing, "I have a few things to finish here anyhow." "See you then," he said, and hung up. Just the thought of being with Dan again was getting me excited. I started to touch myself to see if I was getting wet when the idea came to me. "Girl, you are his fantasy," I said to myself, "take those panties off for him!" I did. I closed my office door and unbuttoned my dress to the waist. Reaching in, I took my pantyhose and pulled them down, stepping out with one foot. Then, I reached up and took my panties, sliding them down my legs and stepping out of them. Finally, I put my pantyhose on and made sure they were on as far as they could go. "I guess I was getting wet," I said to myself as I felt my panties. I sat down to finish the work I had to complete. The feeling of my bare bottom inside my pantyhose was new and very arousing. I counted the minutes until Dan arrived. Finally, he arrived. I handed him an envelope. "What's this," he asked. "Open it and see," I said with a smile. "Oh my God!," he said quietly, "does this mean what I think it means?" "Do you think so?," I asked, smiling more broadly. He took the panties out of the envelope and then held them out to look at them. "Wow, these are sexy!," he said. "Should I put them back on?," I asked, smiling again. "Actually, I don't know that you really took them off," now it was his turn to smile. "How can I prove it to you?," I asked trying to sound innocent. "Well, I think you should let me investigate," he said, "is that okay?" "I guess so," I said, walking up to him and expecting him to unbutton my dress. Instead, he took me by the shoulders and turned me around so I was facing away from him. Grasping the hem of my dress, he slowly lifted it until my bottom was exposed. Thinking of my plan to have fun, but not go too far, I did not protest. "Dan!," I said, "my office door is open! Someone could walk by." He dropped my dress like it was burning his hand. "Oh my God!," he said, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." Dan looked like he had been hit. For a minute, I thought he was going to cry. Then I smiled. "You should close the door first," I said, "and while you're at it, you should lock it so we won't be interrupted." "I was afraid you were mad at me," he said, "I'm sorry -- this is all new to me." "I know how you feel," I replied, "I am not used to doing this sort of thing, but after last night I wanted to do more. We just have to be careful that we don't go too far. Now, where were we?" "I was about to fulfill another fantasy, if I remember correctly," he replied, now smiling again, "once I got older and remembered how I had felt seeing you, I began to think of things I wish I had done or seen. I always wondered . . . ." "Well, Big Boy," I said with a grin, "you just might get your wish." With that, I moved closer to Dan and turned around. I felt him take hold of the hem of my dress and felt is slowly lifted. I was becoming more and more excited. "I hope you like what you see, L said, quietly, "I'd hate to disappoint you after all this time." "You are beautiful" he said, "more beautiful than I dreamed. This is almost enough to make my fantasy become reality." "What is your fantasy?," I asked, "I'd love to make it come true." "Can I just show you?," he asked, "I'm afraid I'll chicken out if I try to explain." "Okay," I said, feeling very curious and excited. Dan led me to my desk and had me stand next to it. As we moved, my dress fell back down. "Lean over, please," he said, positioning me so I was leaning onto my desk. Dan moved directly behind me. I felt my skirt being lifted again. Dan's hands ran softly over my thighs and bottom. The feeling was electric and I felt myself getting excited. "I wore my new pantyhose today," Dan said. I heard the sound of a belt buckle and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. I began to worry a bit about exactly what Dan's fantasy involved., but my sense of excitement overcame any worries. "I usually don't wear pantyhose under my slacks because I get too excited and I'm afraid I'll cum in my pants," he said, "but after we talked today I thought I'd take a chance." I heard Dan move again and realized he was removing his slacks. I looked behind me. Again, I saw him standing wearing only his dress shirt and what had been my suntan, sheer-to-waist pantyhose. He was not fully erect, but as I watched, he began to grow. It was a wonderful sight. Then he moved behind me and I could not see him. Suddenly, I felt his hands touch my hips. He slowly moved them up and down my hips and over my bottom. His light touch was driving me crazy. His hands moved over the backs of my thighs, then I felt him touch first one thigh then the other with both hands. Dan alternated his caressing of my thighs with two hands. His fingers caressed the inner and outer thigh while the palms of his hands caressed the back of my thighs. My legs, almost of their own accord, parted slightly so his fingers could slide between my thighs. His light touch was very exciting and I knew, if he slid his fingers to my upper thighs, he could feel how wet I was becoming. Being exposed to him like this and being massaged was an intensely erotic experience. I almost forgot where I was and who was making me feel this way. Then, Dan moved closer and held my hips again. I felt his legs against mine as he straddled me. He was still for a minute, and then I felt him. I felt his cock, hard now, on my bottom. His flesh and mine, separated only by two thin layers of nylon. Even with the pantyhose covering me, he was able to spread my bottom enough to create a nice friction. Pulling on my hips, he rocked his and slid his cock up and down. It felt wonderful. "Oh God, Oh God!," Dan moaned, even more than he had the previous night. "Yes, Baby!," was all I could say. I loved the feeling of his pantyhose-covered legs against mine. I pushed back against him with my bottom and tried to move along with him, but his grip on my hips was too strong. I was getting wetter by the second. I could feel his strong legs squeezing mine together. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," was all he said. I pressed my bottom back against him and felt him thrust harder. His cock seemed to grow as he kept sliding against my bottom. There I was, leaning over my desk with my dress pulled up over my waist. My nephew was rubbing against my bottom and I waited for the inevitable eruption. I was on the verge of my own orgasm as he pressed into my bottom. Then, he stopped. I was not sure what had happened -- his right hand released my hip and he pulled back a little. "I have wanted this for so long," he said. I was able to look back and saw out of the corner of my eye that he had reached into his pantyhose with his right hand and pulled his cock out. He was stroking his cock with no pantyhose covering it. His moans grew louder. "OH, OH, OH, MMMMMMMMMM!," was all he said. I continued to run my head to try to watch. I could not see completely, but did see enough to notice his cock getting even harder and his strokes becoming more rapid. "AHHHHHHH!," he almost screamed., as he came. I could feel him push hard against me and then felt the hot fluid surging from him and splashing on my bottom. He put both hands on my hips again and began sliding against my cum-covered bottom. I could feel his hot semen running between my cheeks and between my legs -- drenching my pantyhose. He was still hard and I was close to orgasm. "Dan, Dan, Dan!" I said aloud as I pushed back against him, "I love this! I love you!!" As my orgasm hit me, I pushed back against him and moved my bottom -- trying to stroke him with it. Now, I was the one moaning -- moaning his name. "Oh Dan, Oh Dan, Oh Dan!," I moaned, "I am cumming!" At that, I felt Dan's body stiffen and he thrust against me. I could feel his cock throb as he sent spurt after spurt across my bottom and lower back. Spent, he fell against me. "Oh God," he said, almost laughing, "that was the most amazing thing I've ever done. I waited so long and it was better than I imagined it would be." "I am so glad," I said, "I didn't want to disappoint you today." "You definitely did not disappoint," he said, "but I think I made a mess of your backside. Some even got on your dress." "That's okay," I said, "you marked me. I am yours, at least for now. But do one thing for me." "Anything," he said. "I want you to spread your cum all over my bottom and between my thighs," I said. "I want to feel you all over me." "Gladly," he said, "but don't you want to get cleaned up -- or don't you want go to dinner anymore?" "I still want to go to dinner," I said, "and I don't want to clean up. I want to be out in public with you knowing I am covered with your cum." With that, Dan gave me a nice cum-lubricated massage as he rubbed his juices into my backside. As he did so, I reached between my legs and was able to capture a dollop for myself. Sliding my finger into my mouth, I finally was able to taste what I had been thinking about since last night. "Oh oh," Dan said, "you seem to have quite a wet spot on the back of your dress right over your bottom." "That's okay," I said. "If anyone says anything I will just say I must have sat in something. Now, pull my dress down and take me to dinner." Dan's Dilemma Ch. 03 After Dan came all over my backside, we got ourselves back together and left to go to dinner. Although Dan had said I had a wet spot on my dress, it was not as noticeable as he thought, not that that would have made a difference to me. I was basking in the glow of a wonderfully strong orgasm and the knowledge of what Dan and I had done over the past two days. As we walked from my office to his car I could feel the wetness on my bottom and lower back and between my legs. The feeling of Dan's cum kept reminding me of why I was excited and I relived our adventure over and over. I felt a continuous sense of excitement as I walked. Dan seemed lost in is own world. Dan held the door for me as I got into his car. This gave me another opportunity to show my legs to him. After all we had been through together, I know longer felt any need to be the least bit careful of what I was showing. I know he got quite an eyeful. Once in the car, I unbuttoned my dress almost all the way to my waist and spread the two sides so my legs were exposed almost completely. Since Dan still had my panties, I did not show everything. I also unbuttoned two more buttons at the top, so the curves of the tops of my breasts and part of my lacy bra were visible. By the way Dan kept looking at my legs in particular as he drove, I knew he enjoyed the view. I love showing him what he had admitted he had been fantasizing about for so long. In my current state, I really did not care who saw. "Where do you want to go for dinner?," Dan asked. "I'd like to go somewhere fun," I said, " I am in the mood to have a good time and since it's your last night in town I want you to have a good time too." "Well," Dan said, blushing, "I think it's pretty clear I've had a good time tonight whether the restaurant is fun or not." "The night is not over yet, Danny Boy," I said with a smile. I decided to go to a loud, fun restaurant ans told Dan to drive to a nearby town. The restaurant I chose was a sports bar that was a Hooter's clone. I was sure Dan would enjoy watching the waitresses in their short shorts and pantyhose. When we arrived at the restaurant, Dan's expression showed a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. The hostess offered to seat us in a booth, but I pointed to a small high table towards the middle of the room and asked if we could sit there. She took us to that table. "Is ths place okay?," I asked, looking at Dan with what I hoped was an innocent look on my face. "I guess you know me too well now," he said with a grin. Well," I said, "you can look all you want, but my legs are the only ones you'll be touching tonight." "Yours are the sexiest legs in here," he said, "so that will be no problem at all." "Good answer," I said with a laugh, "you just might have won a prize with that one." Dan held my chair as I placed my foot on the footrest and lifted myself to my seat. The act of seating myself caused my skirt to open to mid-thigh and I heard Dan give a small moan as he looked at me. I noticed a few other men looking my way as well. Seated, I pulled Dan's chair closer so he would be seated right next to me. When he was seated, I leaned over and held his arm and rested my head on his shoulder. "I've have had a great time with you these last two days," I said, "I feel so good that you were able to confide in me and the things that happened have gotten much more excited than I should be." I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as I mad the last comment. Dan was blushing again. "I hope you aren't feeling bad because of what happened," Dan said. "Absolutely not," I said, "I have loved every minute of our time together. I really have just one regret." "What's that?," Dan asked. Now it was my turn to blush. "Nephew or no nephew," I said, "I wish I wasn't married for a bit because I'd really would love to have that cock. I think I am going to be having fantasies of my own now." There, I'd said it. I had been thinking this for more than a day now and it finally was out in the open. "Wow!," Dan said, "No one has ever said anything like that to me before." "It's the truth," I said, "I wanted to make sure you knew how I felt." "That is quite a compliment," Dan said, "especially coming from someone I've had fantasies about for most of my life." Just as Dan finished speaking, our waitress appeared. I noticed Dan couldn't help looking closely at her. She had long blonde hair, a very pretty face, and she was wearing a tight top and high-cut short shorts. Her long legs glistened from the pantyhose she was wearing. "She's gorgeous," I said, "and she dresses like she knew you were going to be here tonight." "She is pretty," Dan agreed, "but she can't hold a candle to you. The sexiest legs in here are next to me." Dan looked down where my dress was spread so my legs were on display. "Even if you don't mean it, you are sweet to say so," I responded. Still feeling excited and a bit reckless, I took Dan's hand from the table and placed in on my thigh, about halfway between my knee and my hip. As he touched me, I heard a soft gasp escape from his lips. Almost unconsciously it seemed, he began moving his fingers softly along my thigh – up and down. Then it was my turn to gasp. "Oh Dan," I said, "I love your touch. Can you feel the damp spots you left on me?" "Yes," he said, "I love feeling them and remembering how they got there. I can't imagine I ever came so much as I did tonight." "I hope you saved some for later," I said with a smile. "Don't worry," he said, "I am sure I can produce more if you want it." "No doubt," I said, "you must be in heaven, seeing all these young girls I their short shorts and pantyhose." "I am in heaven because I am with you, seeing you, and touching you," he said, "and as far as I can tell, several other guys here have been distracted from looking at waitresses too." "Just be careful then," I said, "remember that my panties are in your pocket and they probably shouldn't see too much." "Don't worry," he said with an evil grin, "I can make sure they don't see too much." At that, he slid his fingers to the top of my thigh and lightly touched me with only a thin layer of the pantyhose between his fingertips and my sex. I felt myself getting wetter. "Oh God, Dan," I said, "are you sure no one can see? I am close to having another orgasm." "My hand is blocking the view," he said, "so all they can do is imagine. Plus, there's a shadow under the table." I was amazed by how excited I was getting. I had participated in semi-public touching like this before, but it had always been my fingers touching guys through their slacks and trying to make them cum. Now the shoe was on the other foot – and I loved it. "Dan," I said softly, "I am right on the edge." "Good," he said, "then lets go a little farther." Dan increased the pressure of his fingertip on my lips. As he did so, I could feel the pantyhose as well as his finger sliding into me. It was only his fingertip, but it was enough. All of a sudden, another orgasm shook me. "Oh God, Dan!!," I said, trying to stay quiet and keep myself under control. Luckily, when I had my orgasm I squeezed my legs together. Although it pinned his fingers between my thighs, I did not expose myself. It took me quite some time to calm down. I looked around the restaurant, and no one was pointing fingers or wearing shocked expressions. I hoped I had weathered the storm. "Dan," I said, "that was amazing. You are building up a lot of brownie points." "Good," was all he said. "I was afraid I'd be like Meg Ryan in 'When Harry Met Sally,' except I would not have been faking it," I said, laughing. Luckily I didn't hear anyone say "I'll have whatever she's having" like the character in the movie. Funny, though, at that point I really didn't care. Dinner was a blur after that. We ate, we talked. Dan caressed my pantyhose covered thighs. I am sure several other restaurant patrons saw more than they anticipated, but I did not care. I just wanted to spend a little more private time with Dan before he left. Finally, we finished dinner and we were ready to leave. I told Dan to leave a generous tip because I am certain our waitress felt ignored. As I slid from the high stool, my skirt parted much more than I anticipated and I had no doubt that I gave quite a show. "Dan," I said, as we left the restaurant, "why don't you stop by my house for a while? I think you have several brownie points to cash in." "That's fine with me." he said, "but don't think you owe me anything. I have had the most wonderful time of my life since I've been here." "Let me be the judge of that," I said with a smile. As we walked from the restaurant, I reached down and undid a few more buttons on my dress. It was now unbuttoned to my waist. I was not sure if anyone noticed, but I really did not care at this point. As we approached Dan's car, a breeze caught me and blew my skirt back, so I was completely exposed from the waist down with only my sheer to waist pantyhose covering me. I know Dan saw everything as I got into his car. I was glad. As Dan started the car, I reached across and carefully lowered the zipper on his slacks. Reaching inside, I felt his cock – covered with what had been my pair of pantyhose. It started to grow as I touched it. I realized I was going farther then I should, though. "Do you expect me to be able to drive while you're doing that?," Dan asked. "I hoped you could," I said, "but if you don't think you can, at least let me take him out." I undid Dan's belt and the button holding his slacks together and pulled his slacks apart so his pantyhose-covered cock was exposed. It continued to grow. "Is that okay?," I asked sweetly. "Of course," Dan said with a smile, "but don't distract me too much." Dan wasn't distracted too much to drive to my house. We made quite a couple, though. I was exposed to the waist with my dress pulled apart. Dan's pantyhose covered cock was in full view with his slacks unzipped and pulled open. It was a good thing we were not stopped for some traffic violation. Once we got to my house, Dan parked in the driveway and, before getting out, he zipped his slacks, which was very disappointing to me. He walked around the car and opened my door, but I took my time getting out. I sat with one leg in the car and one on the driveway so, with my dress apart, I was completely exposed to him. He seemed to enjoy the view. After a few minutes, I got out of the car and we went into the house. "Okay, Danny Boy," I said once we were in the living room, "it's time to collect for all the brownie points you earned tonight." As I was talking, I removed my belt and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on my dress. Once it was all undone, I removed it and stood before Dan wearing just sheer to waist pantyhose and my lacy bra. While Dan watched, I undid the front clasp of my bra, and removed it as well. I slowly walked up to Dan and began to unbutton his shirt. When that was done, I undid his cuffs and removed it. Then, I pulled up his t-shirt and removed that as well. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt for the second time that evening and unzipped his slacks. At that point, they slid down his pantyhose covered legs. I removed his shoes and socks and then, getting him to lift one leg and then the other, completed the removal of his slacks. Dan did not say a word as I undressed and then undressed him. He seemed almost in a daze. I took his hand and led him to the couch. I sat him down on one end and lifted his legs so they were on the couch. I then sat on the other end and turned to fact him so our legs were touching, with mine on top of his. "I hope I am not being too forward," I said, finally breaking the silence. "Never," was all Dan said in reply. I slid down so my feet were able to caress his growing cock. Dan sat there with his eyes closed as I rubbed my nylon-covered feet along the length of his pantyhose-covered cock. Almost immediately upon being touched, he began to moan. I rubbed my feet along the full length of his beautiful now fully-engorged cock and squeezed his nylon-covered balls. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and I began to touch myself. The sight and feel of what I was doing was almost more than I could stand. "Oh, Oh, Oh," Dan exclaimed as he squirmed under my massage, "I am going to cum!" When I heard that, I began to touch myself even more. As Dan had done at the restaurant, my fingers were pushing the pantyhose between my lips and I brought myself to the brink. "Oh God!," Dan almost shouted. I felt his cock harden even more as it began to throb and then shoot a stream of cum through his pantyhose onto his stomach and chest, and all over my feet. The feeling was more than I could take, and I had another orgasm, the strongest yet. My own pantyhose were soaked. "Oh Dan!", I said, "you are amazing. I love feeling you when you cum. You turn me on so much!" "Thank you, baby," he said, "you're pretty hot yourself." We both started laughing. I couldn't believe all that had happened since Dan came to visit. "My God, Dan." I said, "I can't imagine what would have happened if you had waited any longer to tell me your fantasies." "I'd probably still be cumming," he said with a laugh. "Dan," I said, "in all seriousness, I have never known anyone like you. I hope you know how much I'd love to feel your cock inside me or in my mouth, but I can't do that." "I understand," he said, "I don't want to do anything you'll regret. Besides, I will have even more fantasies to keep me going now." "I know I will have some fantasies of my own," I said, "they will last me for quite a while." At that, I moved from my end of the couch to Dan's end and threw myself on top of him. Our bare flesh came together, lubricated by Dan's fresh cum. I squirmed around on top of him, spreading the liquid between us. My squirming brought our pantyhose-covered legs and other areas together. The feeling of rubbing against me had an almost immediate effect on Dan. I wondered how he could possibly get hard again after cumming so many times, but I wasn't complaining. I loved the feel of his hard cock growing beneath me. I hoped he could feel my wetness on him. "Dan," I said, "as much as I hate to say it, I think it's time for you to go. If we keep this up, I am not sure how long I can resist you." "I understand," he said, "I told you I didn't want you to do anything you'd regret." I rolled off of him, taking advantage of the movement to get at least a light touch of his cock. I decided that there was something I could do that I would not feel bad about, and I leaned over him and kissed his chest. As I did so, I ran my tongue over him and got a taste of his cum. That would have to last me. As Dan sat up, I leaned over and removed the pantyhose I was wearing. I gave them to him and kissed him. "These are for you," I said, "I hope you enjoy them." Dan stood up and got dressed. I put my dress on again and walked him to the door. We hugged and said out goodbyes. Afer Dan left, I wondered if we would ever be able to recreate the passion we had felt.