I recently drove past the home where my aunt and uncle used to live. Looking at the beautiful brick home with the flowers all around it brought back memories of my first time. I had just turned eighteen years old. In retrospect I was the youngest eighteen year old that I knew with the exception of my cousin Jimmy.
On the outside he was this macho type of guy but inside he was shy and lacked confidence. He was a year older. He lived with my aunt and uncle and his dog about twenty miles from my home. I have a sister and at the time she was twenty two. On the occasion that I would spend at my cousin's home we talked about girls. We both shared an affinity for girls who wore stockings and heels.
We had gone to weddings of family members and we always ended up together remarking to each other about the legs of the women we saw. There always seemed to be one particular woman who would capture our imagination especially when she had stockings on and heels. There was one wedding where my sister Helen was in attendance. She had come there with her boyfriend. My mother and father were there as well. My cousin said to me that he thought my sister's legs looked great.
She was always on the dance floor kicking up a storm. She sat at the table where my cousin and I were seated. She had on a pair of grey pantyhose that were shiny. I could see my cousin sneaking peaks at her legs as she would cross and then uncross them. He and I were able to get served alcohol at the wedding and at one point we sat at the bar. He asked me if I had ever seen my sister put on or take off her stockings. I said that I never had as she always kept her bedroom door locked when she was changing.
I kidded him that the next time I saw him I would try to bring him a pair of her stockings as a gift. He became very excited and asked me repeatedly at the wedding if I was really going to do that. In the next week he called me nearly every day and would asked me when I was going to visit.
