[The Real Experience of Releasing Desires Through Stockings]

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Author: inpantyhose
Posted on October 17, 2016 on this forum
First published on this site: Yes
Word count: 4421

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I've been obsessed with stockings since puberty, especially the kind worn by mature women. I'm almost 30,
and although I have a girlfriend, I once mustered the courage to suggest that she wear stockings while we had sex, but she
didn't agree and seemed a little unhappy. I haven't dared to bring it up again since. Anyway, I'm just feeling frustrated and unsatisfied
t_t This afternoon, I went out to run errands and passed through a street in an old town area. I noticed many massage parlors and bathhouses.
In one of the small shops, a woman, probably around my age, about 27 or 28, actually
smiled at me. I knew it was mostly soliciting, and I'd heard from friends that these shops on this street only offered
half-services (usually handjobs, maybe with a condom), it was borderline, so it was safe and you wouldn't get caught. Looking
closer , my penis immediately hardened. This woman was above average looking, wearing a white shirt, with a great figure, long legs,
a pink miniskirt, flesh-colored stockings, and white stilettos—wasn't she dressed like an AV actress? I was
conflicted, worried about being seen by acquaintances, especially since it was daytime, and had various other anxieties. I hesitated for several seconds, looked
around , and then went in. The flesh-colored stockings and beautiful legs were too attractive; the desire for the stockings completely overwhelmed
any other anxieties!

Once inside, the woman stood up and talked to me, locking the glass door and leading me further in. As soon as I entered, I heard
a woman moaning from the first cubicle, which excited me even more, and my penis became even harder. I
grabbed the woman's waist and whispered in her ear, "Are you having sex?" She smiled and denied it, saying it was an oil massage. There were
three small cubicles, all with a dim, yellowish light, creating a very intimate atmosphere.

I was led to the third cubicle, where the woman and I sat on a massage bed. She asked if I wanted a massage or an oil massage.
I obviously wanted an oil massage. She said a hand massage was 60, but with a full massage, it would only be 80, for a maximum of 30 minutes.
Of course, I wanted the stockings massage, so I asked if there were other options. She said they could also use breast massage, which
is essentially nipple play, without a full massage, for 120. I made up my mind; since the woman didn't know me, I
told her my desire for stockings. I tried to push
her feet while they were wrapped in stockings (I even wanted to play with her while wearing stockings , but I was afraid it would be too perverted, so I didn't say it aloud), and I also wanted to smell the scent 　　of her stockings. After saying this, I looked at the lady to see if she would react or think I was a pervert or something. The lady didn't react at all; she just said there weren't any extra stockings there and that she would bring some to the store next time to get some for me, and that I had to understand this time. Then, as for smelling her stockinged feet, she immediately satisfied my desire: the lady took her stockinged feet out of her high heels and placed them in my lap, adding that she didn't have athlete's foot . I'd smelled used stockings before, but this was the first time I'd smelled stockings on a beautiful woman's feet. Sure enough, there was no strange smell, and it even smelled a bit like shampoo. After smelling it for a minute or two, my penis was unbearably hard. I really wanted to experience footjob with stockings , so I told the lady if she could use her stockinged feet to massage me with oil. The lady was a little embarrassed and said she had never used feet before and was afraid she didn't know how. I said I would give her 100 (equivalent to the price of a quickie), and then she agreed! I lay on the massage bed, spread my legs, and my penis was erect. The lady sat on the massage bed and, following my instructions , used her stockinged feet to hold my penis and massage me with oil. Words simply cannot describe how excited I was at that moment. It was my first time experiencing a beautiful woman's footjob with stockings. It was mainly the psychological satisfaction. After a few minutes, the lady said her feet were tired and asked me to continue with my hands. I'm easy to talk to, so I agreed. She started masturbating me while letting me smell her stockinged feet, and I couldn't help but start licking them. The enjoyment, the psychological satisfaction, is indescribable. Only true stocking enthusiasts can understand. 　　Suddenly, I noticed the moaning from the first booth girl had stopped, and I heard the sound of a glass door opening. My heart skipped a beat! I had been completely absorbed in my desire for the stockings, forgetting everything around me. Suddenly , I became alert, my first thought being whether I was going to be arrested or something (actually, nothing was wrong; it was just my first time there, and I'd made a fool of myself). I quickly stopped the girl from giving me the massage, half-standing up to ask who was opening the door, what was going on, who wanted to come in, etc. The girl smiled at my nervous look and told me not to worry, it was just the customer from the first booth finishing their massage and leaving. She said it was absolutely safe, the police station wasn't far, and nobody would bother me (the subtext being that I was protected by the police). 　　After this commotion, I noticed my penis had shrunk considerably, becoming semi-erect. The girl seemed to understand me well, quickly rubbing my penis with one stockinged foot while putting the other stockinged foot near my mouth. Now that she understood what was happening, I wasn't afraid anymore, and my penis quickly became erect again. I noticed the woman was wearing red lace panties, and her flesh-colored stockings had a thong crotch and were transparent at the toes—my favorite type of stockings. It seems the woman serving me was quite fashionable. 　　There were only the woman and I in the three cubicles. I grew bolder; I was no longer satisfied with just stocking foot fetishes and licking stockings. Suddenly, I really wanted to penetrate her stocking-clad vagina, or at least see what her stocking-clad vagina looked like. I reached my hand to her vaginal opening and kneaded it through her stockings and panties, and the woman responded with moans of pleasure. After a few kneads, I tried to put my hand inside, but she stopped me, saying I couldn't touch her vagina directly, only from the outside, and that it was the rule. I then said she looked beautiful in stockings, and that I really wanted to have sex with her, etc. While I was flattering and enticing her, I noticed she was smiling and not very firm in her objections. I then took out my phone and found a set of Japanese stocking photos I had downloaded online, a set of pictures I treasured, showing her of an OL wearing flesh-colored stockings without underwear interacting . I asked her to wear them like that too, but she just chuckled and said it wouldn't work, and that I should come back another time. She was still being very gentle and not very firm in her objections. I felt like I had a chance, so I offered to pay 15... I smacked her a little more than she did with her breast massage (120 for a breast massage, a quickie only costs 100). I pretended to help her take off her stockings and underwear, and she hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing, then told me to wait a moment. 　　She got out of bed and went outside, and I quickly put my pants back on and waited for her, still a little scared, haha. I heard her outside...

She spoke briefly with another woman in their dialect before coming in. Once inside, she locked
the small door to the cubicle (I then realized the cubicles could be locked from the inside), carrying her small bag.
She smiled and explained she was getting her bag to clean herself with wet wipes. This time, she voluntarily got onto the massage bed and took off her stockings and
red panties. At first glance, she didn't have much pubic hair, which I liked; I'm usually averse to those bushy patches. Then she
wiped her vulva a few times with a wet wipe, apparently to prevent any dirt or odor. Then, as
I requested, she put on stockings directly. The process of putting on stockings without underwear took less than a minute, but I
was incredibly excited—I can't even describe it in words. For example, if I had a heart condition, I probably would
have died instantly! During this process, I almost couldn't resist having sex with her right away, but I managed to control myself.

After she finally finished putting on the stockings, I couldn't wait to have her lie down so I could properly admire her stockinged vulva
and smell what her vagina smelled like. Then something unexpected happened:
the woman took out another wet wipe and carefully wiped my penis, discarding it after wiping it, then using another wipe to wipe it
a few more times. For a moment, my mind went blank. What did she mean? Suddenly, a wild thought popped into my head: was she going to have sex with me
, penetrating her stocking-clad vagina directly? Was she going to do it without a condom, so I had to clean myself? I was a little scared
about ; what if I had an STD or something…?

While I was lost in these wild thoughts, the woman spoke up, explaining that I needed to be careful about hygiene. Although my
penis looked clean, it had still contained urine and other bodily fluids, so I needed to wipe it with a wet wipe. I was still a bit
confused. She told me to lie down, and then knelt beside my penis. She added that she usually didn't do this,
but she was only doing it because I was handsome (mostly flattery) and very clean (which was true; I'm very hygienic).
She also said it was to make friends and that I should come and take care of her in the future. "I understand." She spoke while
stroking my penis, her head getting closer and closer to my erect penis.

I knew what was about to happen. I felt like I'd won the lottery. I was
already satisfied with just seeing a beautiful woman's stocking-clad vulva; any further requests would be negotiated and manipulated later (basically,
more money). But then she actually agreed to give me a blowjob! And I'd heard from friends that they always used condoms here,
but this was unprotected! Then I realized what was going on. I'd shown her Japanese pictures on
my phone . Several of them showed OLs wearing stockings giving blowjobs to male actors
. Although I'd only asked her to take off her panties so I could see her stocking-clad vulva, she thought my request was to do exactly that
in the pictures . No wonder she hesitated at first. I hesitated for a few seconds.

All that writing really only took a second or two; I immediately felt my penis enter a warm,
moist space. I'm not much of a writer, so I can't describe the process, but it was simply amazing! All you
guys have probably had the experience of being given a blowjob by a beautiful woman, right? You all know what it's like, right? I'll just say this: it
felt than when my girlfriend gave me one, though I can't quite put my finger
on why! The woman was sucking on my glans while using one hand to stroke the lower part of my penis. I had her change position, lying on her side next to me with her body
bent , so that when she was giving me the blowjob, one of her stockinged feet was within my reach to smell. Her stockinged feet
had almost no other scent besides shampoo, which was a bit of a shame; it would have been better if there was even a hint of a beautiful woman's foot smell.
Like this... After a few minutes of blowjob, I couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to ejaculate. It felt so good, but I was still thinking about
her stockinged vulva. So I asked the girl to stop for a moment and told her what to do. Before I could finish, she asked if
I wanted 69. Wow, she's definitely an expert. I nodded dumbly. The girl then told me not to take off her
stockings, saying that she never does 69, but she made an exception for me because I was the right person, etc.
(I guess she's said these things to many customers).

I cooperated and agreed to everything. The girl then had me lie on my back, and she knelt on top of me. Her
stockinged vulva was now fully exposed to me! I was very satisfied again. There wasn't much pubic hair, and her entire vulva was clearly visible through the stockings
! I was also very happy that I didn't smell any odor. There was a slight smell of alcohol, like
from the wet wipes. And a faint, indescribable odor, like that of a mature woman's vagina. You guys
have all smelled your girlfriend's or wife's vagina, right? That's the smell. The labia weren't exactly pink,
but at least they weren't dark, which made me happy. Two dark red labia with a small opening in the middle;
the flesh inside was pink. The labia were slightly asymmetrical; the larger one on the right was darker, and the smaller one
on the left was lighter. As for the clitoris, it was very small and showed no signs of enlarging with erection.
While stroking my penis, the woman softly asked if her vaginal position was comfortable and if I could breathe easily.
I was a little touched; her attitude was really nice. She then smiled and said... "Don't take off her
stockings ," I finally understood. She was afraid I would insert my hand directly into her vagina, worried about hygiene. I'd
heard before that for half-services, hands weren't allowed inside the vagina; at most, the customer could touch the clitoris or labia.

After she finished speaking, she bent down and took my penis in her mouth, my erect penis enjoying her service. I couldn't help but
start gently rubbing her clitoris under her stockings. Perhaps because I was so focused on my own pleasure,
my hand wasn't very strong, and after rubbing for a while, her clitoris didn't become erect, and there was no
scene of overflowing vaginal fluid and her demanding penetration, as I had imagined. After about a few minutes of 69, I felt like ejaculating. In this
state of ecstasy, I initially played with her with my hand, but later, without considering the consequences, I licked her stocking-clad vulva. The first time...
The woman sensed it while I
was licking , and she said in a coquettish voice, "Don't lick anymore," though I couldn't tell if it was a reprimand or encouragement. As I neared ejaculation, her stocking-clad vulva felt a little wet; I couldn't tell if it was her vaginal fluid
or my saliva.

Being a professional, she sensed I was about to ejaculate and, probably worried I'd give her
oral sex, stopped sucking on my glans and started moaning along with me. Although I knew it was professional fake moaning, the sound was still incredibly
seductive . She vigorously and rapidly stroked my penis with one hand, while the other hand caressed my scrotum and perineum. In
less than half a minute, I reached my climax and couldn't hold back any longer. Thump thump thump, and I ejaculated wildly in a few strokes. Throughout this short
ejaculation continued to stroke me, helping me to ejaculate completely, and even said something to accompany me.
"So much fluid, and it's still so big even after I've ejaculated," she said.

After she finished, the woman told me not to move, got off my head,
and threw a plastic bag she'd gotten from somewhere onto the bedside table. I then realized it was an empty tissue box;
all my semen had come out in there… I was speechless! She then took several tissues from another tissue box
and carefully cleaned my penis, joking and talking to me as she did so, asking if I enjoyed it, and mentioning
how I was going to put on my stockings since they were wet from licking them. I won't go into the details, but we both wiped ourselves a few more times
and then got dressed.

I had another thought: I wanted to take a picture of her with my phone after she was dressed. But she smiled
and refused, saying I could come back to the shop to see her again if I missed her. After a few more jokes, I gave her 150
RMB, checked the doorway to make sure no one was there, and quickly left.

Now that I'm home and my girlfriend's not around, I'm quickly documenting this amazing stocking trip and
sharing it with fellow enthusiasts. All those years of desire for stockings, all those fantasies
from —this time, I finally released it all. I silently told my little penis, "Next time, I'll give you
the same treatment, who knows, maybe we'll even get to do it!"

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