lesbian socks

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It was a late autumn day. The outside was covered with yellow leaves, and the morning sun shone on my face. Because it was the weekend, and I was alone, I hadn't gotten out of bed until after 9 a.m. When I finally managed to get out, I saw the walls covered with all sorts of pantyhose. I was overjoyed. Every pair of pantyhose was carefully selected by me. Over the years, I had worn hundreds of pairs of pantyhose, and I had never washed them because I loved them. Pantyhose were everywhere—on the bed, on the floor, on the dressing table—any fabric, any style, any color could be found in my bedroom, even under the bed. Living alone allows for more freedom in many things. My morning routine involves putting on pantyhose and going to the living room to watch the morning fitness program while doing my morning exercises. Today the weather is nice, and I'm in a good mood, so I chose a few of my favorite pantyhose to wear. Underneath, I wore a pair of flesh-colored, thick, 7/8 length pantyhose, followed by three pairs of gray, low-cut tights. On top of that, I wore two pairs of black, tight 9/8 length pantyhose, two pairs of brown knee-high socks, and two pairs of white, sheer silk ankle socks. Finally, I slipped my workout shoes onto my soft little feet. Wow! All those socks are so tight around my waist, it's even a little hard to breathe.

But I have to do it this way; maintaining a slim waist and perky butt is especially important at my age! I put on my tank top and tried to "walk" into the living room. Then I turned on the TV, and there it was—the female host with a slight Shanghai accent was leading several girls in a "bow walk" exercise. I immediately started doing it along with the relaxing music playing on TV. It was a little tiring, but I had no choice; I had to do it. I stretched my body as much as possible, watching the screen, and followed along step by step. When the timer went up to 10:15, the program was ending, and I was exhausted. I lay on the carpet, panting heavily. My lower body was unbearably hot and tight; I didn't know if it felt good or bad, but I actually liked this feeling. Otherwise, I wouldn't have a sock fetish. Suddenly, the doorbell rang! I don't know where I got the strength, but I jumped up from the floor. Having lived alone for so long, very few people have come to my house because I really dislike the chattering voices of Shanghai women. So, my relationships with colleagues at work are purely professional. My only close female colleague, whom we all call Yingying, is someone I've grown close to because of work collaborations. She has absolutely no idea about my pantyhose fetish, and she went on a business trip to Hainan last week, so it definitely couldn't be her. Who could it be? It was just a fleeting thought, but then I realized how utterly unacceptable I was to anyone looking like this! So I rushed to my bedroom, only to find it overflowing with pantyhose! I couldn't even find my own clothes. The doorbell kept ringing, making me so anxious I almost cried! Finally, I tried to take off the pantyhose I was wearing, but in my haste, I couldn't get them off! I was so desperate! The doorbell rang incessantly, and I suddenly shouted from my bedroom, "Who is it?" The doorbell stopped, replaced by a strange-sounding female voice: "It's me, here to collect the street cleaning fee." In my panic, I mistook "street cleaning fee" for "cleaning fee"!

Actually, there's no such thing as a "street cleaning fee" in our neighborhood! The 'cleaning fee' is collected every month. Because I was in a bit of a rush, I forgot I'd just paid the 'cleaning fee' a few days prior, and I also forgot about that strange female voice. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, calmly and slowly took out my wallet, and walked to the living room door, asking in a slightly coquettish tone, "How much?" The strange female voice outside the door sounded again: "Not much, 20 yuan." I thought to myself: Why is this person collecting the money so glib! My plan was to open the door a crack, give her the money, and send her away immediately, saving me the trouble of undressing. I took out the money, and just as I opened the door a crack, before I could hand over the money, someone suddenly burst in, shouting, "Sister Jing! It's me!" This sudden turn of events startled me! I was absolutely terrified! My only reaction was to instinctively scream: Ah! ... And the person who burst in, seeing my reaction, was also frightened and screamed along with me! The screams from the two women scared away all the birds in the trees outside! I passed out in just a few seconds... When I woke up, I was in my bedroom bed, and sitting next to me was Yingying. Damn Yingying, she looked like she was in another world, staring at the room decorated with pantyhose, her big eyes unable to take it all in. My first feeling upon waking was that my lower body was too tightly bound, making it difficult to breathe. I moved slightly, and Yingying noticed I was awake. Just as she was about to speak, I hurriedly said to her, "Quick! Help me take off all my socks, I can't breathe!" Yingying agreed and quickly went to the other end, first taking off my gym shoes. Immediately, a smell of smelly socks wafted out. Yingying covered her nose and looked at me. My face turned bright red, but I couldn't care less. I said to her, "Help me take them off! Hurry! It's so uncomfortable!" Yingying and I worked together to pull off the tights one by one, until we reached the last layer. Because I had forgotten to wear underwear, the last layer of flesh-colored tights revealed a small, dark clump. Although Yingying was also a girl, I still nervously pulled the blanket over myself. For a moment, we looked at each other awkwardly. Finally, Yingying spoke first: "Sister Jing... I... I didn't mean it... I... I should go now."

With that, Yingying walked towards the door. I suddenly shouted, "Stop!" Yingying immediately froze, startled. In those few seconds, I thought about so many things. My huge secret—my sock fetish—had been discovered by a little girl seven years younger than me. What if she told others? What if my colleagues at work found out? What if my boss found out? What if... I didn't dare think about it anymore. I was terrified! I was afraid of being laughed at, afraid of being looked at strangely. There was only one way now! To make this little brat like me! To make her a sock fetishist too! That was the only way! In a very short time, Yingying seemed surprised and looked at me with hostility. I didn't care about that anymore. Although my face was red and my heart was pounding, I still pretended to be very generous and sat next to Yingying, even though I was only wearing pantyhose. I tried to remain calm and said to Yingying, "Yingying, didn't you go to Hainan? Why are you back so soon?" Hearing this, Yingying lowered her head and whispered, "The project in Hainan is finished. I submitted the report yesterday. I came to see you today, partly to check on you, and partly because I bought some fun little things in Hainan, which I brought to give you. Sister Jing, I really didn't expect this..." I gently interrupted Yingying, smiling, "Where are the little things you gave me? Let me see them!" Yingying took a small item out of her bag. It was a seashell roly-poly toy—so cute! I smiled. I said to Yingying, "This little thing is so fun! I really like it! It's so kind of you to think of giving me a gift, thank you so much." Yingying smiled too, happily saying, "Sister Jing, I'm glad you like it. I...I have something to do...I should go now..." How could I let Yingying leave? I had to make her and me have a sock fetish today! I made up my mind. I softened my tone and said, "Yingying, if you want to leave, I can't stop you, but there are a few things I want to say to you, things from my heart. Can you listen?" Yingying had already wanted to stand up, but after hearing what I said, she sat down again and said to me, "Sister Jing, if it's really what you feel in your heart, Yingying wants to hear it." I quickly went over what I wanted to say, and then said to Yingying, "Yingying, you know, I'm not originally from Shanghai. I come from a small town. Because I didn't get into university that year, I was very disappointed in myself, so I came here from my hometown. It was tough at first! I didn't know anyone or anything, so I worked as a nanny, a waitress, a marketing person, and distributed advertisements. Even then, I couldn't even afford to eat. You're a local from Shanghai, so at least you have a home and parents to take care of you, but I didn't even have a place to live back then..."

At this point, I couldn't hold back any longer. My eyes reddened, and tears streamed down my face. I was truly reminded of when I first came to Shanghai, and it was exactly like this. Yingying's eyes also reddened as she listened. Seeing that I was really crying, she quickly took out a handkerchief from her bag and gently wiped my tears. I didn't move, letting Yingying wipe my tears. Then I continued, "Although it was tough for me back then, I knew that as long as I worked hard, I would definitely be able to eat my fill and wear warm clothes. Later, I found a marketing job, which was to promote high-end pantyhose for a stockings retailer. That's when I started my stocking fetish..." As I said this, I secretly glanced at Yingying. I saw her staring intently at me with her big, bright eyes. When she heard the words "stocking fetish," her eyes were filled with surprise, curiosity, and doubt. But I didn't see any contempt in her expression, which reassured me a little. I gathered my thoughts and continued, "After my sister started her stocking fetish, it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought; it just wouldn't stop. You can see all these pantyhose in the room; they're all the ones my sister has accumulated over the years. I don't know why, I just like this kind of thing, and it's quite a struggle for me..." Just as I was about to continue, Yingying interrupted me, asking, "Jing-jie, what is 'stocking fetish'? I've never heard of that term before." Hearing Yingying's question was exactly what I wanted to hear, and I patiently explained, "I think stocking fetish is a kind of attachment to stockings..." The feelings in her heart are like those between lovers; they also serve as a way to relax and relieve the pressures of life. Actually, a stocking fetish isn't perverted; it's a girl's adoration of stockings, another interpretation of beauty. Yingying, do you understand? After listening, Yingying nodded as if she understood, then suddenly asked, "Can anyone have a stocking fetish?" I immediately replied, "Of course." Yingying thought for a moment and said, "Sister, now that you mention it, I think I understand a little better. For example, if I feel too much pressure at work, I'll eat a lot of chocolate. I love chocolate!" I immediately added... I said, "Yes, everyone has their own way of relieving stress. You like eating chocolate, some people like to exercise, and some people like to watch movies. My way of relieving stress is just different from others, a little special. I use a sock fetish to relieve stress. Do you understand?" This time, Yingying nodded understandingly and asked curiously, "Jing-jie, can you tell me what a sock fetish is? I'm really curious." Hearing this, I felt a little smug and immediately replied, "Of course you can. Actually, there are many ways to have a sock fetish... some..." Girls like to wear stockings, some like to smell them, and some even like to lick them! Well, to be honest, I'm a veteran in the stocking fetish world. Whether it's wearing, smelling, or licking, I'm an expert at it all! Yingying fell silent, and I suddenly seemed to have lost my topic. Neither of us spoke. I was really hoping Yingying would continue, but she didn't. I found this silence unbearable, and on impulse, I blurted out, "The pantyhose you were wearing just now, that's how you wear stockings in a stocking fetish." I looked at Yingying; she didn't speak, just lowered her head, seemingly making a nod. Since I'd already started, I had to keep going. I made up my mind! I continued, "Smelling stockings is the second stage of a stocking fetish, and it's the most stimulating feeling after licking them." After saying that, driven by impulse, I suddenly slid from the bed onto the carpet, so that even with her head down, Yingying could see me. At that moment, thinking about all the embarrassing things I was about to do, I felt my face burning! But things had already come to this point; there was no other choice! In an instant, I mustered all my courage, and just like when I'm having a sock fetish, I stretched out my two delicate, white hands and tried to lift my flesh-colored stockinged feet. I turned them so the soles of my stockinged feet were facing my face, and then slowly brought my face closer, starting to smell my own smelly stockinged feet. To fully express my fetish, I even made a 'hissing' sound while smelling my feet. I glanced at Yingying; she was completely stunned by my fetish! Her two big eyes were fixed on me, her small hands clenched into fists, just staring at me blankly. I was ready to go all in! I didn't care about anything anymore! After smelling for a while, I finally felt satisfied. I didn't dare look at Yingying at all, and just muttered softly, "The highest level of stocking fetishism is not just smelling, but licking stockings." After saying that, just like when I was a solitary stocking fetishist, I closed my eyes, completely forgetting the existence of a female observer. I gently stuck out my tongue and tenderly licked my own smelly stocking-clad clitoris, carefully licking each one, not missing any place that interested me. Then came the sole of my stocking-clad foot, deliberately teasing the ticklish spot on the sole with the tip of my tongue and letting out a soft laugh. Finally, I gently put half of the stocking-clad heel in my mouth and licked it with my tongue. After licking one stocking-clad foot, I started licking the other, until I was completely satisfied with my stocking fetish. Then, as if I had completed a great task, I stretched out my limbs and lay on the ground. After a while, I woke up from the excitement of my stocking fetish. When I opened my eyes, I saw Yingying looking at me, her little mouth tightly closed. Without saying a word, I got up from the carpet and knelt on the floor. I gently lifted one of Yingying's feet. She was wearing black high heels today. Just as I was about to take off her shoes, Yingying suddenly said, "You... what are you going to do?" I didn't answer and gently took off her shoes.

Wow! A pair of small feet encased in white stockings appeared before me! These small feet were white, tender, and plump. The three-inch golden lotuses looked so cute in my hands! The only thing that disappointed me was that these stockinged feet didn't smell. However, the white stockinged feet aroused a strong fetish for stockings! Yingying tried her best to pull her foot back, but I stubbornly held on. In the silent struggle, Yingying still couldn't resist me. I first lifted her small feet up, with the soles facing me, and then watched intently as Yingying stuck out her tongue and carefully licked them. Yingying's initial anger turned to helplessness, then shame, and finally, enjoyment—all these expressions unfolded during my gentle sock-licking. She silently cooperated, deliberately pointing her toes and quietly letting me suck on them. I used every trick in the book of stocking fetishes, leading Yingying into the mysterious world of stockings. Finally, under my intense stimulation, Yingying experienced unprecedented pleasure, her whole body trembling... then collapsing weakly onto the bed. I couldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. I immediately stood up and pounced on Yingying, ignoring her desperate struggles and conscious resistance. I don't know where I got the strength, but I ripped off all her clothes, then pulled a pair of smelly black tights from under the pillow and commanded, "Yingying! Put these on!!" Yingying shook her head in refusal, completely ignoring me, and even tried to run away. We rolled around on the bed again—it's unbelievable! A woman wearing only flesh-colored pantyhose and a completely naked woman were rolling around on the bed, all the mysteries of womanhood exposed, the two women's ugly struggle unfolding. Yingying began to resist, grabbing my long hair and kicking me squarely in the buttocks. I cried out "Ouch!" and tumbled headfirst off the bed, leaving only a plump buttock encased in pantyhose writhing on the bed. Yingying kicked me again, sending me flying. I immediately got up from the floor; this time, she had truly enraged me! I used all my strength to pounce on Yingying, pinning her tightly to the bed, then straddled her and grabbed a pair of brown pantyhose from the bed. I used the pantyhose as rope to tightly tie Yingying's hands, then used a pair of smelly pantyhose to gag her mouth. Only when Yingying stopped struggling did I let out a long sigh of relief. Afterward, it took me a full half hour to put black tight pantyhose on Yingying! I whispered close to Yingying's face, "Yingying, if you just have sex with me once, I'll let you go right away." Then I released Yingying's hand, and pulled the smelly stocking out of her mouth... On an autumn afternoon, the sun was lazy, and the streets were quiet on this weekend. The fallen leaves were occasionally stirred by the gentle autumn breeze, everything seemed so harmonious and peaceful. If you were lucky enough to climb to the top floor of the colonial-style French building at No. 13 Guangning North Road and look into the attic opposite, you would surely see a sight you'd never seen before! Two beautiful, completely naked girls sat facing each other on a luxurious silk bed. One wore flesh-colored tights, the other black tights. Their four beautiful stockinged feet were already wet with each other's saliva. At this moment, the two girls were raising each other's stockinged feet, diligently licking and kissing...

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