In Aunt Lisa's Bondage Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

In Aunt Lisa's Bondage Pt. 01

... was, I had this uneasy feeling that she'd set her mind and pussy into pursuing another potential fresh female conquest. Me.

Not that Lisa had made any serious moves towards me. But, whenever we did meet, she was always dressed in the very finest leather, obviously being a biker, I knew all about that material. However, good looking and stylish my gear might be it was primary designed for protection, as opposed to Lisa's suits which had been manufactured to entice and make their wearer irresistible. Not to mention that her legs were constantly encased in very sheer nylon, and no, I'm not talking about tights here! And the thing is her scheming bloody worked! Because, although I told myself that I wanted a man in my life, it was a fact that I found Lisa to be SO hot, that I knew a part of me, a LARGE part, fancied her like mad. It was almost as if I wanted to be hers, I desired being her partner. However, at this stage, as my parents and I walked to Lisa's house that evening so we could enjoy a drink, I still had some resistance to her advances present within my mind. For instance, if Lisa loved to adorn herself in complete female lingerie, also with her short leather skirts and the like, I was dressed in almost male clothing that night. Acting like a real 'tomboy,' after all my degree and present employment was in engineering. Just jeans, a 'Yamaha' Grand Prix 'T' shirt, with matching light jacket if it turned cold for the walk home and bloke's trainers on my feet, with ...

... not one item of female lingerie in sight! Maybe I could convince Lisa to un-fancy me? Shouldn't be too difficult surely, I had a very low esteem when it came to the subject of my sexuality. But I underestimated my own looks, believing myself to be unattractive, I'd actually got that very wrong. As Lisa had identified, I just needed a spark, and she intended to administer it!

We reached her large, detached house, oh yes, as well as being absolutely beautiful Lisa was extremely intelligent, had a very good job and earned top money. I mean what's not to like about the woman, eh? But as she opened her front door and we entered, her face, already gorgeous, formed into a wonderful bright smile upon the sight of me, confirming my very real fears. I'd just have to be careful, avoid drinking too much and try my best to keep away from her. What a great night was in prospect for me then?

Actually, it didn't start off too badly. For the first part of the evening, I enjoyed having a long chat with Steve, a cousin from dad's side of the family. No, I didn't have any desires in any carnal sense towards him, just as he clearly didn't regarding me, but he too was a biker, owning a CBR600, Honda's equivalent to my R6. We had a pleasant chat about the merits of the respective vehicles, and no, neither of us was boasting, it was a balanced and intelligent discussion. Resulting in me becoming quite interested in joining Steve for a ride one day, with our bikes on the road that is, not in bed! ...