Take pictures of the teacher's legs and stockings

It was so exciting, so nerve-wracking! Just thinking about it makes me want to relive the experience—it's unbelievable, heart-pounding, and a little gratifying all

at the same time. I'm planning to share it with you all. Because of time constraints, neither we nor the teacher wanted to skip a few days for the final class. So, we decided to have a full day of class today, and no more next week. Then it'll be a fun, no-class-more-classes-just-tests-and-submit-home-as-a-final-as-a-class-as-a-day period.

On the morning of the 7th, the teacher came to school wearing a suit similar to a student uniform from the Republican era, but the top was white with a pattern. The bottom was a black long skirt, like a pleated skirt, paired with black stockings. Those black stockings were so alluring, they looked amazing! Seeing them in person, they looked incredibly high-quality. I remember she wore those same stockings a few weeks ago, and they were so captivating.

Anyway, today, I kept glancing at the teacher's stockings and legs. She would occasionally come down and walk around to remind us (because she doesn't like us secretly using our phones during class, so she walks around to make sure we put our phones away under our desks. Although there are always one or two who still do it). I rested my chin on my hands, covered my mouth with one hand, and stared at her stockinged legs, my heart itching with desire. I couldn't stand it anymore; starting in the afternoon, I kept fantasizing about talking to the teacher, and what might happen. Despite how bold I felt, reality made me chicken out, and I gave up. In class that evening, I was rather quiet. When she spoke or asked questions, I barely responded, just watching silently. On one hand, I fantasized about the after-class scene—after the students left, the teacher would leave the classroom alone, and I would seize the opportunity to approach her and ask: "Teacher, can I take a picture with you? Your outfit today with the stockings is very stylish, like a student from the 1920s, very elegant. You're very beautiful." I fantasized that if the teacher agreed, I would push my luck and ask if I could take a picture of her stockinged legs alone. Then, I would aggressively pull up her long skirt slightly, using the excuse of taking a picture to touch her legs. On the other hand, I was very anxious; what should I do? Time was running out. After class ended that evening, we parted ways, and we'd rarely have a chance to meet again. I was about to miss a golden opportunity. Anyone who's been to university probably knows that some professors, once they don't have classes scheduled for them anymore, or if there's no overlap in their schedules, they basically just leave each other alone, completely unrelated, and never see each other again. Especially since I have almost no classes in the coming semester.

The thought of this made me very sad. In class, my courage and timidity were constantly battling, as if they were fighting for the right to speak. What should I do?! My heart was pounding. I kept agonizing over this, and with only a few minutes left before class ended, I suddenly chickened out and gave up. Maybe I shouldn't have done it, to avoid any unexpected consequences, the embarrassment of the professor's rejection, feeling like a complete idiot, and what if the professor told others about it privately. But I also felt unwilling to leave without fulfilling my wish, and I felt very disappointed. Finally, I tried to justify myself, to find reasons for my bold move tonight—asking the professor if she would like to take a picture with me first, and then talking about taking pictures of her legs in stockings. Even if the teacher refused, tonight would be the last time I saw her. Although we were still in the same school, it would be difficult to bump into each other again, and it would be awkward. Besides, it was dark at night, and the lights weren't very bright. With the darkness and few people around, I wouldn't be a laughingstock. I felt a little more confident. After class, everyone dispersed, and it was time to act. My heart started pounding nervously. I slowed my pace as I left the classroom, waiting for the teacher to come out. Seeing that my classmates were all walking on the other side, I pretended to look around, then I tiptoed up and followed the teacher down the stairs. On the stairs, I spoke, incredibly nervous. My voice trembled, and I even stammered a little. My body was shaking with nervousness. I said that the teacher looked very stylish and beautiful in her clothes today, and that since we might not see each other again, I'd like to take a picture together. I waited for the teacher's reply, trembling slightly. To my surprise, she agreed. She even complimented me, saying that I was one of the few students in recent years who had said she was beautiful and praised her. Then the teacher asked me to go downstairs to find a better-lit spot to take pictures while she returned the classroom microphone to the office downstairs. After that, the group photo went smoothly. That's it. That's right, no pictures of her legs in stockings or anything. I didn't dare ask, and I regretfully missed out on those leg photos. Afterwards, the teacher said goodbye and went to take her bus home. As she was about to disappear from my sight, I mustered up my courage and ran up to her. I said, "Um... teacher, I have another request, I'm a little embarrassed to say it, I hope you don't mind, it's a bit awkward. It's just that the stockings you're wearing today look really high-quality, different from other people's stockings. Actually, I really like them, and I wanted to take some pictures of your legs and stockings, I don't know if that's okay." I'm amazed at how shameless I was to say that. Thankfully, the teacher didn't get angry or call me a pervert or anything. She calmly talked about her stockings, saying that everyone's preferences are different, and that's fine, especially since she works in the arts and is accepting of it. She even mentioned that she has a friend who shares my taste in stockings and legs. In the end, she let me take pictures of her legs in stockings. (But I didn't go any further—like lifting her skirt a little or touching her legs for a photo.) That was really the end of it. She said I could add her on WeChat so we could chat about other things. After thanking the teacher, we went our separate ways.

[The End]

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