Playing with the teacher's stockings

In my fourth year of junior high, the entire grade was reorganized into new classes, and I was assigned to a new class with a new English teacher.

She was probably between 30 and 35 years old. Although she wasn't the youngest female teacher in the school, for some reason, I found her to be the most charming (at that time, male students generally thought the young female teachers in the school were the most beautiful).

Partly, it was because she occasionally wore stockings (mainly sheer stockings, since it was considered too much for a teacher to wear black stockings at school in those days);

and partly, it was probably the mature charm of a young woman (although I wasn't fully aware of this at the time).

I was good at English and was fortunate enough to become the English class representative, which gave me more opportunities to interact with her.

Whenever she wore a skirt, I would secretly scan her legs, thus developing a keen eye to spot even the thinnest and most delicate sheer stockings.

After the high school entrance exam, she started a tutoring class specifically to help students prepare for high school English, and students in the class could voluntarily sign up.

Later, only six students, including myself, signed up, and because there were so few people, the class was held at her home.

On the last day of the tutoring class, I arrived early; the other students hadn't arrived yet. She happened to have to go out for a while, so she told me to sit at home.

I inexplicably went into her bedroom. Perhaps seeing my mother wearing stockings in her bedroom during that summer in junior high made me subconsciously think that I could find stockings in my teacher's bedroom too.

I nervously searched the bedroom for stockings, opening the wardrobe but not daring to rummage through it, and after a round of searching, I found nothing.

I walked to the dressing table, where there was an unopened garment. Having only ever seen stockings worn on the legs before, I always imagined them as transparent, light, and long, thin fabrics, and never associated this small yellow knitted garment with stockings.

But when I picked up the garment and turned it over, my mind went blank.

The packaging said "Langsha Pantyhose," and below it was an image of a woman's full hips and long legs forming an S-curve, a layer of light, transparent fabric covering her beautiful lower body, creating an elegant and hazy beauty.

Especially the top of the stockings, from the inner thigh to the waistband, was even more intricate and opaque, clinging tightly to the hidden triangle between the thighs, like a work of art that made one want to explore further.

I had always thought stockings were only thigh-highs; this was the first time I had ever seen pantyhose that covered the entire lower body.

I couldn't help but imagine the scene of pantyhose on my teacher's legs, and this stimulation made my penis reach full engorgement after only two or three throbs.

Standing in the bedroom with an erection, I didn't know what to do. Thinking that it was the last day anyway, I boldly took the stockings out of the bedroom, secretly put them in my schoolbag, and closed the bedroom door.

That day, I finished my tutoring class with an erection, and guiltily said my final goodbye to the teacher in junior high.

I rushed back to my empty house, and as soon as I entered the bedroom, I took the pantyhose out of my schoolbag and unpacked it. Looking at the brand-new skin-colored pantyhose, I was amazed at how such a small garment could completely cover my slender, beautiful legs.

I took off my clothes as if possessed and began to put on the pantyhose. It took me quite a bit of effort to finally get dressed. Feeling the gritty texture of the pantyhose, my penis was completely engorged, and the pre-ejaculate wetting the thick crotch area.

To my shame, given the lack of sex education resources at the time, all I knew was that intercourse between a man and a woman involved the man's penis entering the woman's vagina. I'd never even seen a vagina or labia, yet I'd already learned to masturbate without a teacher.

I fantasized about inserting my penis between my teacher's pantyhose-clad legs and having intense intercourse with her.

My hand rubbed my swollen penis through the pantyhose, and soon an uncontrollable urge to urinate filled my penis.

I sensed something was wrong, thinking I was about to pee, but instead, I experienced an even more pleasurable ejaculation, accompanied by an electric shock-like sensation in the back of my head. After

the pleasure subsided, my mind went blank, and I felt a wet sensation in the crotch area of the pantyhose, emitting a smell similar to disinfectant—later I learned it was semen.

I took off my pantyhose and looked at the sticky, white discharge in my crotch. Feeling nauseous, I threw it away.

These past events are somewhat shameful to recount, but I believe I wasn't the only one who did this. I

only wore the pantyhose once. Actually, wearing pantyhose didn't bring any pleasure; however, fantasizing about having sex with women in pantyhose while masturbating became my secret.

Later, with the pressure of high school studies, this secret was buried again.

[The End]

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