Teacher's stockings

I don't know when it started, but I became obsessed with stockings, especially watching women put them on and take them off. I think it's an art form.

I remember when I was in fifth grade, my homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang, taught math. She wore stockings to class every single year, no matter what. She had many colors of stockings: black, white, flesh-colored, gray… some long, some short, and all very thin. In summer, she wore short skirts with long stockings and high heels; in winter, she often wore long skirts, but stockings were always a must. You could tell how much Ms. Zhang loved stockings. And Ms. Zhang was only 21 years old at the time, quite beautiful, with long, slender legs. She was practically my goddess. I often stared at her legs in a daze. When I entered sixth grade, Ms. Zhang still taught math, and I did well in math, earning her favor. Ms. Zhang still wore stockings without fail. For someone like me who has a stocking fetish, this was such a temptation! I really wanted Ms. Zhang to take her stockings off and see if her feet, without stockings, were just as beautiful.

Ms. Zhang often sat in the first row grading homework during the third self-study period in the afternoon, and I sat in the second row to her left. She always crossed one leg over the other while grading, but unfortunately, she never took off her shoes, not even her heels. This made me fantasize. After watching for a while, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and I decided to take action. I refused to believe that the teacher wouldn't take off her stockings. One afternoon after class, when most of the students had left, I specifically chose a difficult problem to ask Ms. Zhang. After looking at it, Ms. Zhang said, "I'll solve the problem tonight and explain it to you tomorrow, okay? I have to go home now." I said, forcing myself to speak, "Teacher, then I'll go to your house, and you can explain it to me, okay?" Ms. Zhang thought for a moment and said, "Okay." "My heart was pounding. I knew my chance had come. Even if I couldn't see her take off her stockings, I could at least see her feet in stockings.

I went to Teacher Zhang's house with great excitement. Teacher Zhang opened the door and came in, but she didn't take off her high heels. Today she was wearing a pair of white, sheer stockings, and I felt my heart pounding. 'Xiao Li, why don't you stay at my house today? I'll treat you to dinner, okay?' Teacher Zhang said as she greeted me. 'Sure!' I couldn't be happier. So I called home and told my family. Teacher Zhang went to cook, and I ate at her house. I kept staring at her feet, but disappointingly, she hadn't taken off her shoes. After dinner, it was almost 7 o'clock. Teacher Zhang helped me with my homework again, but I was distracted and kept looking at her legs. Teacher Zhang noticed me and said, 'Xiao Li, what are you looking at? Pay attention.'" "At 7:30, I finally finished explaining the questions, but Teacher Zhang still didn't do anything, not even taking off his shoes. I was very disappointed." "Alright, it's late, let me take you home," Teacher Zhang said. I had a sudden idea and said, "Teacher, it's hot today, why don't you take a shower first, and then take me home?" "Okay, then wait a moment." "Teacher Zhang stood up. I just couldn't believe she'd go to the shower in stockings and high heels, I thought to myself. Teacher Zhang walked towards her room. I knew the moment I'd been waiting for had finally arrived; the teacher was going to take off her stockings. Sure enough, Teacher Zhang went into the room, but didn't close the door, so I stood at the door watching. Teacher Zhang noticed me too; I think she must have been wondering why I was standing there, but she didn't say anything. She walked to the bed and sat down, facing me, crossed her right leg over her left, pressed her right leg with her right hand, bent down, and used her left hand to grab the heel of her high heel and take it off. I felt my heart was about to jump out of my mouth. Teacher Zhang's movements as she took off her shoes were so beautiful; I regretted not bringing a video camera. I stared, oblivious to everything around me, only unfortunately standing too far away to see her feet clearly. Then, Teacher Zhang dragged..." She moved to a nearby chair, placed her right leg flat on it, and gently lifted her skirt, revealing a complete stockinged leg before me—from toe to thigh, it was simply a work of art. The exciting moment had arrived; Ms. Zhang began to remove her stockings. She inserted both thumbs into the stockings and quickly pushed them down. When she reached her heel, she slightly lifted her foot, causing the stocking to bend at the heel. Ms. Zhang then lifted the stocking diagonally upwards with her right hand, and the stocking came off in a few quick movements. This series of actions was executed flawlessly, revealing a snow-white leg perfectly before me. I was stunned; I could only blame myself for moving so quickly, I hadn't had enough time to admire it. As if possessed, I walked into Ms. Zhang's room and approached her, wanting to see her remove her left stocking up close. Seeing me enter, Ms. Zhang, still holding the stocking of her right leg that she had just removed in her right hand, asked shyly, "Why did you come in?" I lowered my head and said, "Teacher, let me get your stocking for you." "I felt my voice trembling. The teacher found it strange, but she still handed me the stockings. I took them and stroked them; they were so soft, so comfortable. This was something I had always dreamed of, and they had just been taken off their owner's legs.

Teacher Zhang stopped talking. She crossed her left leg over her bare right leg and took off her left high heel. Because of the close distance, I could clearly see her feet. Between the two feet, the left leg in the stockings was more attractive, because it gave a hazy beauty. Teacher Zhang then put her left leg on the chair, but this time she took it off slowly, as if to satisfy me. Another snow-white leg was slowly revealed. When the stockings turned past her left heel, I suddenly shouted, 'Wait, teacher!' Teacher Zhang was startled, looking at me with a half-smile, still in that position, and asked, 'What is it?' 'I'll help you!'" "As I spoke, I squatted down beside the chair. Teacher Zhang looked at me curiously, removing her hands from the stockings. I moved closer to her left foot; the stockings now only covered half of it, and I could clearly see the seam at the toe and the five adorable toes encased inside. I grabbed her ankle with my left hand; she didn't pull her foot back, which emboldened me. I held the stockinged part of her left foot with my right hand; a warm sensation spread from her foot. The stockings were so smooth. I held the toe of the stocking with my right hand, reluctantly pulling it off. Five delicate toes were revealed. Now, Teacher Zhang's legs were completely naked. I had finally seen Teacher Zhang without stockings, and I had finally seen her bare feet! Holding a stocking in each hand, I stared blankly at her legs, reliving the scene, comparing the difference between wearing stockings and not wearing them. Teacher Zhang's voice snapped me out of my reverie: 'Xiao Li, can you tell me what happened?'" "I mustered up my courage and told her everything about my love for stockings.

She found it incredible. She stroked my head and said, 'Child, your interest is strange, but I don't blame you. As long as you study hard in the future, I can show you how I take off my stockings. After all, you're my favorite student.' I couldn't believe my ears and could only stammer, 'Thank you, teacher, actually today I…' 'I understand, you came to my house to see me take off my stockings. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I only take off my stockings when I take a shower. Okay, I'm going to take a shower now. You can keep these stockings for now.' 'Teacher, you're so kind.'" "I said excitedly. Teacher Zhang patted my shoulder, smiled, and went to take a shower. I played with the stockings in the room... These were stockings Teacher Zhang had worn all day, but even so, the smell wasn't strong, it was just right, which meant Teacher Zhang didn't have smelly feet. I smelled them excitedly. After a while, Teacher Zhang finished showering. She had changed into a black dress, but unlike what I usually saw her in, she wasn't wearing stockings, but barefoot in slippers. She came into the room and said, "Okay, I'll take you back. You can have those white stockings. Get me a pair of gray stockings from the closet." "Teacher, you still wear stockings?" I was very excited. "Yes, I can't go a day without them. They're very comfortable. Actually, I'm quite happy that you admire my legs and my stockings. Women like to be admired. Do you want to see me wear them?" Teacher said. "Yes! Of course I do!" "I answered loudly. I opened the wardrobe, and inside were several skirts that I often saw the teacher wear, and countless stockings in all sorts of colors. I touched them with trembling hands. These were the stockings that the teacher wore every day to adorn her beautiful legs! I had stared at them so many times, and now they were right in front of me, and I was watching their owner put them on."

I handed a pair of dark gray stockings to the teacher; I remembered she had worn the same color two days ago. She took the stockings, and I squatted down beside the chair. She first lifted her right leg and placed it on the chair, her fair, rosy foot very close to my face. I couldn't resist wanting to kiss it. I thought it would look even more beautiful in the dark gray stockings. She picked up one stocking; it was long and hung down. Holding it with both hands, knowing I wanted to see, she slowly rolled it up, ensuring I could see every movement clearly, until it was rolled into a circle. Her five toes curled up, and she slipped the stocking on, then pulled the toe up so the seam aligned perfectly with her toes. She then pulled the stocking back up, covering the front of her foot except for her ankle and heel. Compared to being barefoot, the stockinged foot excited me more. I really wanted to grab her right foot and kiss it, but I tried hard to restrain myself. Ms. Zhang continued putting on her stockings. She pulled the stockings up, turning her heel in a beautiful arc. Her right foot was now completely encased in the stockings. Ms. Zhang smoothed the stockings with both hands, making sure they weren't wrinkled, and then slowly pulled them up until they blended seamlessly with her leg. She then stroked her right leg, smoothing the stockings out, revealing a perfect leg in dark gray stockings. What a beautiful sight it was to see the dark gray stockings covering her snow-white legs! Ms. Zhang had already completed the process of putting on the stockings very slowly, and I had a good look at her. Ms. Zhang picked up the other stocking. I whispered, "Teacher, let me help you put on the foot part." Ms. Zhang nodded and handed me the stocking. Because her skirt was quite short, I was embarrassed to ask her to help me put on the leg part, but I was already very satisfied with putting on the foot part. I imitated Ms. Zhang and rolled up the stocking. It turned out that putting on stockings was quite troublesome, but Ms. Zhang just loved wearing them. Ms. Zhang stretched out her left foot and placed it on the chair. I followed suit, putting the stockings on my foot and slowly pulling them back until they reached my calf. "Smooth out the wrinkles," Ms. Zhang said. Yes, the stockings were wrinkled and didn't fit my foot well. I reached out and trembled as I stroked them. This was the second time I'd touched Ms. Zhang's foot, and it felt like an electric shock. I had never dared to dream of this before, but now it was a reality. Before, I could only fantasize about stockinged feet in shoes; now I could actually "make" them myself. Looking at the hazy toes through the stockings, I finally couldn't resist kissing them. Ms. Zhang didn't blame me. As I kissed her foot, she finished putting her stockings on and said, "Xiao Li, let's talk about it next time. I'll take you home." She put her foot back, stood up, and walked towards the shoe rack. But I was still lost in thought, staring blankly at her stockings, imagining the whole process from barefoot to wearing them.

Teacher Zhang took off a pair of tall black leather boots, the very same pair she had worn the day before yesterday. She put her feet in, zipped them up, and I never knew Teacher Zhang looked so alluring in leather boots. She had even worn those same boots to class the day before yesterday, along with dark gray stockings. Teacher Zhang beckoned to me and said, "Xiao Li, come on, I'll take you home." I looked Teacher Zhang up and down—so beautiful! She was practically a goddess. I couldn't help but say, "Teacher, could you wear them again for me?" Wearing them again meant taking off the boots and stockings again. Teacher Zhang smiled and said, "Please spare me, it's late. Your parents will worry if you don't go home soon. You can wear them later." I had no choice but to beg her, and finally, she agreed. So she bent down, unzipped the boot on her right leg, then, with her left hand on the wall, lifted her right foot and took off the boot with her left hand. I watched her take off her boots with rapt attention. She went to the bedside again, but instead of sitting down, she placed her left foot directly on the bed and, as if taking a bath, took off her stockings, another comparison between her bare feet and stockinged feet. Finally, Ms. Zhang put her stockings and boots back on. I held Ms. Zhang's hand and said, "Teacher, you really...you're so kind." Ms. Zhang stroked my head and said, "Okay, stop being naughty. I promise you, I'll show you again when I have time." Reluctantly, I left Ms. Zhang's house with the white stockings on. Ms. Zhang walked me to my door, and we said goodbye.

During my freshman year of college, I had an unforgettable experience that made me feel the happiness and joy of life for the first time! I remember my math teacher's surname was Jiang, and he was 26 years old. The moment I first saw her, I was captivated. Not only was she beautiful, but her stunning legs particularly drew me in. From then on, whenever I had her class, I would stare intently at her legs and feet. The moment my eyes met those beautiful legs, my little brother would involuntarily stand erect. Ms. Jiang also had a particularly peculiar habit: she loved wearing stockings. Even in the summer, no matter how hot it was, she always wore long stockings, which made her look even more unique. Of course, I desperately wanted her stockings or to kiss her feet, but the opportunity never seemed to come. However, I never gave up; I was always secretly searching.

With my cleverness and a little effort, I finally became the math class representative shortly after the start of the semester—a golden opportunity for me! I was excited for days, constantly thinking that this was a chance I had to seize! At the same time, I fantasized about licking her feet a million times, about biting through her stockings with my teeth—ah, that feeling was just amazing! Since I became the math class representative, I had more contact with the teacher, and my opportunities to admire her beautiful legs increased, which made me incredibly happy. Besides, we were about the same age, and gradually we became good friends, and we kept in touch even more! When we were alone, I stopped calling her "teacher" and affectionately called her Lanlan.

Finally, the opportunity arrived. It was a Sunday morning, and I was still fast asleep when the phone rang, waking me up. At first, I complained, but then I heard Lanlan's sweet voice on the other end. It turned out she had too many tests to grade in the past few days and wanted me to come over and help her. I was overjoyed and immediately agreed. I jumped out of bed, quickly tidied myself up, and rushed downstairs to Lanlan's house! I was so excited that I didn't even bother taking the bus; I hailed a taxi as soon as I got there to admire my beautiful figure! I couldn't stop fantasizing the whole way. Soon, I arrived at Lanlan's house and rang the doorbell. A moment later, Lanlan opened the door, and I was immediately captivated by her attire. She wore a tight-fitting short-sleeved top that accentuated her full breasts, and a super-short skirt that perfectly complemented her slender waist. Her legs were clad in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, exuding sexiness. Her delicate feet wore small slippers. My eyes lingered on her legs, especially her beautiful feet. They were so slender and tender, with faint blue veins visible. I longed to reach out and touch them. Her toenails were neatly trimmed, a pale pink, like ten tiny flower petals. I was mesmerized, staring without moving, until Lanlan called out, "What are you looking at?" Only then did I snap out of my daze, change into my slippers, and enter the room. Lanlan led me to the desk and explained how to calculate the score, but I wasn't paying attention at all. My eyes were fixed on Lanlan's feet. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: I wondered if Lanlan had any unwashed stockings in her bathroom. Maybe I should go check them out and maybe I could even have some fun while shifting gears? Thinking this, I blurted out, "Lanlan, I have a bit of an upset stomach, can I use your bathroom?" I rushed to the bathroom, quickly locked the door, and started searching for the stockings I'd been dreaming of. Sure enough, I found them in the basin in the lower right corner. To my excitement, there were at least ten pairs of stockings in the basin. I figured Lanlan must only wash her stockings once every week or two! While thinking this, my hands didn't stop; I grabbed a pair and put them on my penis, playing with it. I smelled the fragrance of the stockings, kissing and licking them while playing with my little brother. Soon I ejaculated, spraying water all over the toes of the stockings, like pouring a cup of rice wine from the toes. Just then, Lanlan's bright voice came from outside: "You've been in there so long! Are you done yet? Come out and help me grade the papers!" I quickly replied, "Coming!" "Without thinking, I grabbed two pairs of stockings, put them in my pocket, and went out. Once outside, I sat opposite Lanlan and started grading papers, but my mind was still on Lanlan's beautiful feet. My eyes kept glancing at them, and I didn't even know how many papers I'd graded or if they were correct. I hoped my buddies wouldn't bother me tomorrow; after all, I'm a foot fetishist. Just then, Lanlan spoke up: 'Ben (my English name), why do you keep staring at my feet? Actually, I noticed a long time ago that you keep staring at my feet. Can you tell me why?' I was caught off guard and didn't know how to answer. My face turned bright red. After a long pause, I managed to squeeze out a soft, 'Because your feet are beautiful, and I like them very much.' Since the words were already out, I didn't care about anything else and blurted out my innermost thoughts: 'I'm a foot fetishist, and I really like your feet. Can I lick them?'" "I shouted it out. Seeing that Lanlan didn't react, I grew bolder and leaned my head towards her feet. It was the first time I'd seen her feet so closely. Her toes were long and slender, slightly curved downwards, and her pink arches exuded a captivating, delicate fragrance. Her feet were small, like those of a newborn fetus. I was deeply attracted by what I saw, and I couldn't help but lean forward and gently bite a hole in the toe of her stockings. I licked her toes incessantly with my tongue, trying to hold them in my mouth and licking them repeatedly." I wrapped my arms around it and sucked hard. She squirmed as if tickled, making soft moaning sounds. I knew she was enjoying the happiness God had bestowed upon us, just like me. So I stroked her feet even harder with my hands, my tongue crawling between her toes. I increased the frequency of my movements, and her moans grew louder and louder. I could no longer bear the stimulation of her sounds. I swelled violently. She pulled my head with her hands, dragging my body from her feet to her face. She was still... Her eyes were tightly closed, yet her face glowed pink. Her long, chestnut-red hair cascaded loosely across her beautiful chest, rising and falling rapidly. Her lips were slightly parted, and with each quick, soft breath, the sensation of her breath brushing against my face was like strolling through a lotus pond, or sleeping beneath gardenias. I lowered my head, letting my lips touch her beautiful forehead. She tilted her head back, bringing her lips close to my lower lip. I lowered my head obediently, enduring her gentle biting of my lips. My hands involuntarily reached out to pull... She didn't stop me from touching her clothes. She just held my head tightly with her hands. Suddenly, she pulled my head down forcefully, so that my lips were pressed against hers. I thrust my tongue into hers, and she responded with hers. Her tongue was soft and smooth… Gradually, her breathing became more rapid, and her chest heaved. The hands holding my head tightened, as if she wanted to devour me. She pulled me forcefully towards her lips. My tongue also thrust forcefully towards her throat, licking and teasing there… She climbed onto my body and gently kissed my face. And so we… Later, Lanlan transferred to another school to teach, and we separated. This experience was my first intimate encounter. I will never forget it.

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