From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story:   Joan  1/5  TG, mild femdom
Date: 11 Dec 1994 09:15:07 -0500

Joan's Story
Chapter One - A New Home

     Most people think that Dec. 7, 1941 is a day that will live in
infamy.  That day was nothing compared to April 23, 1990.  That was
the day my parent's divorce became final.  In my seventeen years I
had never really known my father.  What little I did know, I didn't
like.  He was drunk when he came around the house, he cheated on my
mother with a number of women, and he was a loud, filthy-talking
man.  The years of abuse had finally taken their toll on my mother
and she divorced him.  After the last papers were signed, which
granted her full custody, her emotional state became increasingly
worse instead of better.
     Through the month of May she cried continually.  I thought she
would have been glad to finally be rid of him, once and for all,
but it didn't seem to help any.  She stayed in her bedroom all day
long, and rarely changed out of her flannel nightgown.  I went to
school, cooked at home, and did my best to take care of her.
     On the last day of May, as I awoke, I was surprised to
discover my mother's sister at the house.  She lived on the east
coast far from my home in Iowa.  I learned that Mother was going
away to a hospital, and I was to stay with Aunt Margaret for
awhile.  That was all I was told.  My bags had already been packed
and I left my home without being able to say more than goodbye to
mom.  I felt frightened and alone.
     I didn't really know my aunt all that well.  She lived by
herself by the ocean.  We only saw each other about once or twice
a year.  She always travelled west, I'd never been to her home. 
She had lost her husband in a car wreck a long time ago.  She tried
to be sympathetic and understanding with me.  We were to fly from
our town to hers.  I had never been on a plane before, and that
sounded like some fun.
     "You'll like the ocean, John.  You can fish, walk along the
beach....  You do know how to swim don't you, dear?"
     "Yes, Aunt Margaret."
     She told me about all the sights and activities near her home,
and some of the things she liked to do.  Her soft voice put me at
ease, and I actually thought I might have some fun again.
     With great excitement I boarded the airplane.  I sat down and
looked out the window at all the activity going around outside the
plane.  The fuel was loaded, as was all of the baggage.  It was
really exciting to take off and watch the earth sink underneath us
as the plane roared into the sky.
     Soon I was watching the people inside the plane.  Our flight
attendant was gorgeous.  She had dark hair, very full red lips, and
a figure that was great.  I spent some time watching her walk up
and down the aisle.
     "She's really pretty, isn't she John?"
     I turned beet red knowing that Aunt Margaret had watched me
stare at her.
     Smiling, she took my hand in hers.  Her nails were very long,
polished in a soft pink shade.  I began staring at her hands, and
then her legs.  I hadn't noticed what long heels her shoes had. 
They must have been at least four inches.  And her stockings were
black, with a seam going down the back.  I felt a strange quiver
from behind the fly in my pants.  It was really exciting to look at
Aunt Margaret.  I'd never considered her looks before, but she was
really pretty.
     "Now what are you looking at?"
     Turning red all over again, I managed to stammer out, "Your
nails are so long.  Isn't it hard to keep from breaking them?"
     She held them out for me to see.  "Not at all, if you're
willing to work at keeping them nice.  It just takes practice.  I
noticed you saw my high heels.  Same way for them.  If you want to
learn to walk on them without falling over, you must practice."
     I smiled and let out a sigh.  The thought of me with long
fingernails, and wearing high heels was pretty amusing.
     "What's so funny?" she asked.
     "When you said, `you' about having long nails and high heels,
it sounded like to you were saying I could do that kind of thing."
     "And you wouldn't want to do that would you?" she asked, very
skeptically.
     "Shoot, no!"  I'm not a queer.  I've seen those guys on
Geraldo and Donahue.  Sheesh!"
     "John, most of those people are not gay.  They just have found
that by wearing women's clothes they could relax, and feel more at
ease to express themselves.  There's really nothing wrong with
that, is there?"
     "No, I guess not."
     After that rather unusual conversation the pretty flight
attendant stopped by our row.  Leaning over Aunt Margaret she asked
me if I wanted something to drink.  As she leaned over I looked
down her blouse and saw her boobs straining to be free from the
lace of the beige bra she wore.  I thought about what it would be
like to unsnap that beautiful undergarment, and put my hands around
her breasts.
     "John, she asked you if you wanted something to drink.  Are
you in a trance?"
     "No, Aunt Margaret.  I'd like a coke, please."
     The two ladies looked at each other and smiled.  I felt like
a complete idiot.  When she returned with my drink, aunt Margaret
reached out to take it.  I let out a gasp when I saw her fingernail
gently pass along the side of her breast.  Neither spoke a word,
and I sat there in amazement.
     About a half-hour before we landed, Aunt Margaret made some
announcements.  "John, you'll have your own room of course, and
I'll be glad to get you anything you need to be comfortable.  But
you will have some chores to do while you stay.  I don't want you
getting lazy and just spending all of your time staring at girls in
skimpy bikinis along the beach."
     "Yes, Aunt Margaret."
     After the plane landed we had another hour in the car.  I
could not see the water because it was dark, but I heard the sound
of the waves breaking along the beach.  I could even smell the sea
water.  I was excited about learning my new surroundings.
     I helped carry the bags in the house.  It was a two story
cottage.  It was very soft in colors.  Most of the things in the
room were pink and other pastel colors.  Everything was very
dainty.  My bedroom was right across the hall from Aunt Margaret's. 
She showed me the bathroom.  It too, was very feminine, far from
what I was used to back home.  But it smelled so nice.
     She ordered a pizza for us, and it was really good.  I could
tell she was going to be a lot of fun to be with.  After our supper
she had a suggestion.  "Let's go for a walk along the beach.  It
will be pretty much deserted now."
     We walked about a half mile up the beach.  I saw some crabs
running along the sand.  Even in the dark, the water looked pretty. 
On the way back, Aunt Margaret took my hand.
     "I know your parent's divorce was very hard on you, not to
mention your mom's sickness.  But everything will be all right. 
You just have to trust me, ok?"
     "Sure, this is great."
     As we came back into the cottage she said, "That walk has you
all covered in sand.  Let me fix you a quick bath, and then you can
turn in.  We'll have a busy day tomorrow showing you around."
     I stood outside the bathroom while she started the water
running.  When she came out, I went in.  Thick soapy bubbles filled
the tub.  I hadn't had a bubble bath in years.  The water smelled
so different, almost like flowers.  I closed my eyes and let the
soft water caress my body.
     After I had all but turned into a wrinkly prune, I decided to
get out.  I then realized I hadn't brought any clean clothes to
change into.  I got out of the tub and dried off, wrapping the
thick pink towel around my waist when I was through.
     "Aunt Margaret, I forgot my clean clothes.  Can you help me?
I called.
     My aunt came in, carrying a stack of garments, I noticed.  I
gasped as she held out to me a pair of pink, lace panties.  She
then unfolded a matching pink nightie.
     "I think these will fit, John."  If not, we'll get you some
new things real soon."
     "I'm not wearing those!  They're for girls.  Get real!  I want
my own clothes."
     "John.  I said you'll have to trust me.  These are all you
have to wear...."
     "I'll just get my own clothes then."
     Brushing by my aunt, I went in my bedroom and unzipped one of
my suitcases.  I couldn't believe what I saw.  All of the clothes
in there were my mother's!  There were panties, bras, girdles,
pantyhose, and dresses.  I looked back to the door, Aunt Margaret
was standing there, smiling at me.
     "John.  I live here by myself.  It would not look proper for
me to have a young man living with me.  I've decided that you are
to be my niece and...."
     "There ain't no way in Hell that I'm going to...."
     Aunt Margaret bounded across the room and slapped me hard
across my face.
     "There will be no foul language or disrespect in this home. 
You will be courteous to me at all times, or I'll paddle you, and
don't think I couldn't do it!" she shouted.  "Now you put your pink
panties on right now, is that understood?"
     Thoughts of running away from this crazy woman filled my mind,
but I also knew that I was 1750 miles from home, with the grand
total of $8 in my pocket.  I tried to think of what options I might
have, but there didn't seem to be too many at the moment.  While I
considered what my next move would be, Aunt Margaret made hers. 
She reached over and grabbed the towel from around my waist, and
left me standing in the room stark naked.
     "I said to put your panties on.  I've now seen you naked, so
there shouldn't be any problem with me seeing you in pink
underwear, right?"
     It was kind of hard to argue that point.  What was worse being
seen naked, or at least having something to cover me?  While
looking at the floor I reached out my hand and received the soft,
smooth pair of panties, and I stepped into them.  She handed me the
nightgown and I put that on also.
     "Tomorrow I'll expect much more cooperation and courtesy.  Is
that understood?"
     "Yes, Aunt Margaret."
     She turned around, turning off the light as she closed the
door, leaving me standing in the clothes of a woman, with no
parents, no money, and no way out.
     Tears filled my eyes as I got into bed.  I hadn't been slapped
that hard in a long time.  I had thought Aunt Margaret would have
been fun and kind and now she slapped me!  I remembered, though,
that up until that time she had been very friendly and nice, and
only after I raised my voice did she get angry.  What a temper.
     The softness of the panties and nightie felt good against my
skin, even though I didn't want to admit it.  I rolled over several
times just to feel them tickle my skin.  After such an event filled
day, I finally fell asleep.
     It hardly seemed like I'd been asleep when I was roused back
into consciousness.  The room was still dark as Aunt Margaret
squeezed my hand and called my name.
     "C'mon, John, let's go for an early swim.  Its so
invigorating.  After that we'll have a good breakfast and have a
good day."
     Gone were the words of anger and the harsh tone.  It was the
same sound that Aunt Margaret had used until that nasty scene of
last night.  As I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful sight.  Her long
red hair had been let down, and it laid gracefully down past her
shoulders.  Her more than ample bosom was obvious against the black
lace of her long nightgown.  Even without her makeup her face was
beautiful.
     Cautiously, I allowed myself to smile back at her.  Nothing
was said about the unfortunate events of last night.
     "I've laid your bathing suit on the foot of your bed.  I'll go
change into mine while you get yours on.  Now hurry up!"
     Without another word she left the room.  I sat up and pulled
my nightie off, and slid those pink panties down and reached for my
swimming trunks.  
     What I found, however, were not my bathing trunks, but one of
Aunt Margaret's swimsuits, a one-piece suit with cups that would
have fit her 36-C breasts, and a wide pink stripe that accented the
otherwise all black suit.
     When I was just about ready to voice my obvious displeasure
and protest, I remembered the slap I got the last time I tried, and
knew I didn't want to start this day the way the previous one had
ended.  Perhaps, I thought, things might be a little better.
     With some effort I pulled the suit on into place.  The cups
laid flat against my chest, but I couldn't help that.  I opened the
door to find my aunt waiting for me.
     "Its a little big, but it will work.  Isn't it pretty?"
     Silently, I nodded my head.  Grabbing my hand she led me out
of the house and down to the sea.  No one else was in sight.  The
water was freezing, but it did wake me up.  We splashed around, and
soon I had forgotten that I was in her swimsuit.  We chased each
other, and splashed, and carried on for the longest time.
     As the sun came up cars could be heard.  A panicked look came
across my face.  "I know, John.  We'll get you home and changed."
     What a relief!  Without even thinking I reached out and hugged
this most unusual aunt of mine.  She seemed most appreciative of
the gesture.  Taking my hand she led us back into her home.
     "A quick shower will rinse off the salt water," she said as
she led me into her room.  She had her own private bathroom, which
was not done in pink, but black.
     "You can shower in here today.  Take your suit off."
     I waited for her to leave but she didn't.
     "Its alright.  Take off your suit.  Remember, I did see you
naked last night."
     Embarrassment filled me again.  But I slid off the cold, wet
bathing suit and stood before my aunt completely naked.
     I could not believe my eyes at what she did next.  She took
off her bathing suit and stood before me naked.  She grabbed my
hand and led me into the shower. 
     Her breasts were magnificent.  Perfectly formed, a dark ring
around her erect nipples.  She knew how captivated I was by her
beauty.  Handing me her washcloth she asked me to wash her back.
     Carefully I touched her and let the suds form on her back,
washing her all over.  Her hand caught mine, and slid it to her
front.  She wanted me to do her breasts.  Barely able to breathe,
I complied with her wishes.  I had never touched anyone's boobs
before, and it was great.  I let my other hand come around her and
stepped up close to her.
     "Get them very clean," was all she said, as she turned and
stood face to face with me.
     The pain of last night was now all forgotten as I served her. 
Almost instinctively, I let my mouth fall upon her nipple, and
began to kiss and suck her.  I heard my aunt gasp with pleasure. 
My own excitement became obvious by the erection which I now had. 
For the first time, someone other than myself began touching and
rubbing it.  I continued to kiss that gorgeous breast as her hand
worked faster and faster.  Soon my body convulsed as she brought me
to climax, and I shot myself all over her, the water rinsing it
away.
     I pulled my mouth from her breast to look in her eyes.  She
was smiling at me.  Her lips came to mine, and we kissed.  Her
tongue entered my mouth, and it felt so good.  My hand stayed on
her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers.  I wanted to
stay in that shower forever!
     It was Aunt Margaret who ended the shower, but I was putty in
her hands now.  "You enjoyed that a lot, didn't you."
     "Yes, ma'am," I said.
     "When you obey I'll reward you very gladly.  But when you
disobey, you'll be corrected.  Is that understood?"
     "Yes, ma'am."
     After we dried off she led me to her bedroom, and sat me on
the bed.  Going to her dresser she found a matching bra and panty
set, a garter belt and stockings.  I gulped fearing I might be soon
wearing them.
     A sense of relief hit me as she pulled her panties up on
herself, and snapped the bra in place.  I watched as she rolled
each stocking up her leg, and snapped it on her garter belt.  Going
to her closet she pulled out a jumpsuit which was also black and
put it on.  She then put on the same pair of black high heels she
wore the night before.
     I watched as she sat down at her vanity and began applying her
makeup.  I had seen mom do the same kinds of things before, but
never paid attention until now.  The foundation went first, then
the eyes were lined, mascara and shadow applied.  She outlined her
lips, and put on red lipstick.  When her face was done she curled
her thick red hair.  All of this was done without a word, but I
didn't miss anything.
     When she was done she turned to me and said, "What do you
think?"
     "You're absolutely beautiful."
     "Thank you, dear.  Now its your turn."
     Again she went to her dresser, pulling out a bra and panty
set, garter belt and stockings.  I knew that these were for me. 
She instructed me to put them on.  I remembered her words about
obeying, and also the consequences of disobeying.  She helped me as
I dressed, for the first time completely as a woman.  I was still
scared, and embarrassed, but less than before, and still afraid of
the consequences of protesting.
     Soon I was in my white bra and panties, and my stockings had
been put on.  They were beautiful undergarments, I thought.  I
remained silent, but now captivated over what was being done to me
and with me, and what it all could mean.  I was still very
hesitant, and didn't want to seem as if I enjoyed it.  After all,
that wouldn't be right, I thought.  Yet I was intrigued, and my
unusual aunt seemed to know it.
     "We'll have to experiment with your makeup, dear, sit over
here."
     I was led to the vanity, and my aunt displayed a number of
bottles, boxes, and cartons, filled with many kinds and colors of
cosmetics.  I knew that I would soon have them on me.  I was
thankful that I was so far from home, away from anyone who knew me. 
The makeup smelled, felt, and tasted so strange.  Aunt Margaret
obviously knew what she was doing as she carefully applied it to my
face, eyes, and lips.  I guess she was trying to put me at ease as
she kept repeating how pretty I was, and how happy she was that I
could stay with her, and how much fun we would have.
     Walking to her closet, she produced a wig prominently
displayed on a Styrofoam head.  I sat perfectly still as she
stretched it over my own hair, and began styling it.  My
transformation was all but complete now.  I became excited by the
girl with pretty, pouting pink lips, and by her long, curled
eyelashes.  The flowing blonde hair that hung past her shoulders
made this new person very pretty.
     Aunt Margaret found a pink dress for me to wear.  It only went
down a little way on my thigh, like a little party dress.  Aunt
Margaret said that was the way it should look.  I was given a pair
of shoes, hers, to wear.  They didn't have a high heel, but she
said that they went well with my dress.
     Standing me before a full length mirror she said, "Oh, Joan,
you look radiant.  Aren't you a lovely young lady?  Don't you just
love it?"
     I didn't know what to say.  Why did she call me `Joan.'  She
should have known from our shower that I was not a young lady.  Why
would she think I loved it?
     "Listen, you don't look like a `John' anymore.  If people are
to believe that you are my niece, a name like Joan will be more
fitting, and I want you to get used to it."
     I nodded in consent.
     "Let's go fix our breakfast.  You may look like a pretty girl,
but I bet you have a boy's appetite, right?"
     I found myself laughing, and we walked into the kitchen.  I
knew my way around any kitchen, having cooked so many meals for mom
and myself.  I had never thought of cooking and cleaning as
"women's work," even though if it was, I at least now looked the
part.
     "Joan, please hand me the eggs and bacon."
     It still seemed so odd to be called Joan, but I did as I was
asked, and soon we were enjoying our breakfast together.  I did a
double-take when I saw the pink outline of my lips on my juice
glass.  Aunt Margaret just smiled and said I would need to put more
lipstick on after breakfast, and this time I'd do it by myself.
     After the breakfast dishes were done we sat out on her balcony
and watched the surfers, fishers, and tourists on the beach.  Every
now and again someone would wave to Aunt Margaret from a distance,
and I would cringe in fear of being discovered.
     Suddenly Aunt Margaret exclaimed, "Just look at how pink your
arms are getting.  You're getting that soft white skin burned! 
Let's get you inside young lady."
     My arms were rather warm, but the lotion she rubbed on them
made them feel much better.  I helped her inside the house, dusting
and running the vacuum.  She said little about my garments, and I
did my best not to think about what I was wearing.  I just kept
myself busy, hoping no one besides Aunt Margaret would ever
discover my secret.
     My first day as Joan was spent very quietly.  I thought about
finding my clothes and running away, but to where?  Mom wasn't
home, and I had no way to contact her.  There were no other close
relatives to call, they all thought I would be happy at Aunt
Margaret's.  How could I explain to them that in less than a day,
I had gone from John to Joan.  What would they think of me?  What
would they think of her?
     Throughout the day I was reminded to cross my legs when I sat,
and to fold my hands in my lap.  When I burped after I drank a coke
I thought I was going to slapped again.  Aunt Margaret sternly
warned me that young ladies do not belch.
     That evening, Aunt Margaret told me she was going out, and
that I could stay in and watch TV.  Her next words surprised me.
     "You were a good girl today, Joan, so I'll reward you.  You
may put your some of your own clothes on..."
     "Thanks Aunt Margaret," I said with excitement.  Maybe this
weird treatment was finally over.
     "But there is one thing, Joan.  You must keep your bra and
panties on under your pants and shirt.  You may remove your makeup
and wig, along with your dress.  But you must wear your pretty
underwear this evening.  Also, before you go to bed, I want you to
put your nightie back on.  Is this a deal?"
     "But, if I can wear my pants and shirt, why do I have to keep
the women's underwear on.  C'mon, Aunt Margaret!"
     "Do you want to be spanked?" she shouted.
     "No, ma'am," I said.
     "Then you'll be thankful for what you're allowed to wear, and
no more arguments.  I have a good mind to discipline you," she
said.
     "I'll keep my bra and panties on, and I'll wear the nightie to
bed," I said in sad agreement.
     Both of us went to our rooms to change.  I was glad to take
off the makeup, and wash my face.  I put the wig on the Styrofoam
head that had been moved to my room.  I hung my pink party dress in
the closet, and noticed a number of other dresses hanging there. 
What was I in for next, I remember wondering.  Standing in just my
bra, panties, garter belt and stockings I looked forward to getting
some jeans on again.  I pulled them on without even taking the
stockings off.  It was good to have my favorite sweatshirt on again
too.  Now I was John again, at least on the outside.  I thought I
would enjoy the evening alone.
     Stepping outside of my room, I walked to the living room. 
Aunt Margaret was gathering her keys and purse.  She looked
radiant.  Her red hair had been put back in a French braid, the
dress she wore hung to the floor, yet split up the side.  You could
see the place where her black garter belt met the stockings.  She
wore black gloves that went up almost to her shoulder.  I thought
they were beautiful, and wondered to myself how they felt pulled
way up like that.  Her makeup was very exotic, glamorous looking. 
I found myself wondering who she was meeting, and what would be
happening.
     She must have known what I was thinking, because she smiled
when she looked at me.  "Do you like these gloves, Joan?"
     "They're beautiful, Aunt Margaret."
     She looked me over, and noticed that I still had on my
stockings.
     "Be honest," she said.  "Its hard not to enjoy the feeling of
nylon next to your skin, isn't it?"
     It did feel nice, or else I guess I would have remembered to
take them off along with the rest of the stuff.  "It does kind of
tickle my legs in a nice way," I said.
     "I knew they would.  And that tight feeling from your bra also
feels good, along with the satin panties too, right?  Now you be a
good girl tonight.  Remember your nightie, too.  I'll probably be
a little late getting home, but I'll check on you when I get home.
     With a very delicate kiss from those full, red lips she left
me.  I put all of the unusual events out of my mind and prepared to
enjoy the evening.  I thought about taking my female garments off,
but the thought of her coming home early and finding me not
properly dressed frightened me.  That red hair of hers probably
gave her the temper, I thought.  So I decided to keep my bra and
panties on, and figured that with my shoes on, no would possibly
see the stockings I was wearing.  I would make the best of a bad
situation.
     As it turned out, no one saw me anyway.  A spring shower came
up, and the beach deserted, and I didn't feel like going out
anyway.  I watched some TV, ate some popcorn, and entertained
myself.  It was a nice evening, but I kind of missed Aunt Margaret,
and found myself wondering what she was doing.
     About 11:30, I decided to go to bed.  I changed out of my
jeans and sweatshirt, and decided to put my nightie on.  I went
into my bathroom, finding all the cosmetics on the counter.  I
smiled out of bewilderment at my predicament.  But as I considered
the day, it wasn't all bad.  I just had to wear lipstick and
women's clothes.  As long as I went along with it, nothing
happened, and it did seem to make Aunt Margaret very happy!
     I went to bed in a much happier frame of mind than the
previous night, even though I was now wearing a bra, garter belt
and stockings in addition to the panties and nightie I had on from
last night.  I was sleepy, and didn't bother tossing and turning,
worrying about my bed clothes.
     About 15 minutes after turning off the light, I heard the
outside door open.  I froze.  I figured it had to be Aunt Margaret,
but what if it wasn't?  At first I didn't hear any more noises, but
then I heard other doors opening, footsteps in the hall, and they
were getting closer.  I was hardly breathing when I heard the click
of my doorknob turning.  I thought I was dead!
     "Joan, are you asleep yet?"
     It was Aunt Margaret.
     "No, but I'm so glad you're home," I stammered out.  I didn't
know what was going on for a minute there."
     She came and sat on the bed, I sat up a little bit, my pink
nightie on just like she had said.  "I'm sorry I frightened you. 
Just look at you shake.  Come here."  She reached out and hugged
me, stroking my hair.  The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils,
and I held her tight.
     "It's alright, I'm here now," she said.  I felt much better
when she said that.
     She pulled back my covers and said, "I think we'd both feel
better if you were to sleep with me tonight.  Come on, Joan.  I see
you've kept your bra and stockings on.  I think you're getting used
to them."
     She escorted me to her bedroom, and began to disrobe.  It
almost seemed natural watching her take off her jewelry and hang up
her beautiful dress.  She asked me to help take the braid out of
her hair, and then brush it for her.  I could tell she enjoyed the
treatment I was giving her.  As I gave her hair a stroke I couldn't
help but notice an unusual red mark on her neck, but couldn't quite
figure out what it was.  I said nothing about it, however.
     In time she stood up, taking off her bra and panties, standing
before me naked.  She held her breasts and said, "Did you enjoy
kissing them?  I know you did," she said with a smile.  She walked
over to her vanity, taking a tube of lipstick.  Wearing lipstick to
bed helps keep your lips moist, she told me as she gave herself a
generous coating.  Looking at me she said, "May I do your lips,
too?"
     The way she asked seemed quite unusual.  She normally
commanded me to wear a bra, or stockings.  Now she was asking me. 
Somewhat puzzled, I nodded in consent.  Smiling, she came and put
the creamy red substance to my lips.  As if to seal the moment, she
put her red lips to mine and gave me a long passionate kiss. 
Momentarily she turned out the light, and joined me under the
covers.
     In the dark, no one can tell what the other is wearing.  All
I knew was that I had a beautiful, naked woman next to me, even
though I was wearing her lingerie and lipstick.  I cautiously put
my hand on her shoulder, as if asking permission to continue. 
Permission was granted as she guided it down to her breast again. 
I leaned my face over to hers, and she met me again with her mouth. 
I wanted her so bad.  My tongue sought permission to enter her
mouth, and it was granted. I found myself wanting to crawl on top
of this woman, who was bewitching me.  The only masculine thing I
had strained for release from my panties....
     "Slow down, Joan.  No need to rush.  But it is time for you to
take off your panties.  Then lay back down."
     I had no intention of arguing with her.  My panties came down
over the garter belt and stockings.  Aunt Margaret pulled the
nightie off, leaving just my bra and garter belt on.  She gently
laid me on the bed, as she herself got up from the bed.
     A match was struck, and candles lit.  The room took on a
romantic glow.  Her breasts made a tremendous silhouette on the
wall, her red hair shimmered in the candle's light.
     "I know you liked my perfume, so you may wear some," she said
as she sprayed my neck and wrists.  Setting the bottle down, she
again joined me in bed.  I laid perfectly still.
     "Tell me, Joan.  Do you like being a pretty girl with red
lips, and pretty lingerie, and wearing expensive perfume?"
     Whispering, I said, "Yes, Aunt Margaret.  I really do," I said
as my desire for her grew.
     "A woman wants her lovemaking very passionate.  So I will be
passionate with you, my little girl," she said.
     Her mouth descended upon my erection.  I moaned loudly.  Up
and down her mouth went upon me.  I was on fire for her.  When she
stopped for a moment I thought I would scream for release.  She put
one knee on one side of me, the other knee on the other side.  She
placed her hands on my wrist, in effect, pinning me down to her
bed.  Her breasts fell almost to my mouth.  I leaned up to taste
them, but couldn't reach her erect nipple.  I stuck my tongue past
my own red lips to taste them, but could only barely touch them. 
She was driving me mad with desire.  Slowly she came towards me. 
My mouth grabbed her eagerly.  Then she slowly descended upon me. 
The warm moistness of her vagina enveloped me.  She still held my
hands down as she lifted herself up my shaft, and down again.  The
fire returned to me, as did the moans.  I knew that in a few
moments, I would no longer be a virgin.  She began breathing a
little heavier herself.  I found it exciting to be exciting her. 
I felt myself reaching a climax, she sighed and told me to wait
just a second.  I tried my hardest but felt the first shots coming. 
It seemed like I must have filled her insides, but she kept right
on working up and down, faster and faster, and then she began to
moan saying, "Oh, Joan, yes, that's it, Joan, I love you, Joan, you
pretty little lady."
     Then she laid motionless upon me, I held her close.  I saw the
traces of my lipstick on her cheek, and then realized that was what
I had seen awhile ago on her neck.  She had been kissed by another
woman that night.  I wondered who she was, but said nothing.  I
think I remember pulling the cover over both of us before we went
to sleep that night.  I licked my red lips a time or two, and
kissed my most unusual aunt.  We both drifted off to sleep.  I was
hers now, a fact she well knew.

Chapter Two - A Day of Shopping

     A beautiful day greeted me as I woke up.  Aunt Margaret was
already up and dressed.  As she heard me stirring she said, "Joan,
go ahead and take a shower, and then get dressed.  I've laid a few
things out for you, too."
     I knew what that meant, but after last night, who cared?  I
enjoyed the shower, remembering the erotic adventures of the
previous day, wondering what else would happen to me this summer. 
I dried off, and returned to my bedroom.  True to her word Aunt
Margaret had indeed laid out my clothes for the day.