The real experience of releasing desires through stockings

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 she wear stockings while we had sex, but she refused and seemed a little unhappy. I haven't dared to bring it up since. Anyway, I'm just generally 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 small shop, a woman, probably around my age, about 27 or 28, was smiling at me. I knew she was probably trying to solicit me, and I'd heard from friends that these shops on this street only offer half-services (usually handjobs, maybe with a condom), it's borderline, so it's safe and you won't get caught. Upon closer inspection, I got an erection. 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 at the time, afraid of being seen by acquaintances, especially since it was daytime, and I had all sorts of mental burdens. I hesitated for several seconds, looked around, and still went in. Mainly, the alluring legs in stockings were too tempting; the desire for stockings completely overwhelmed any other mental burdens!

After I went in, the woman stood up and spoke to me, then locked the glass door and led me inside. 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 she was getting an oil massage. Inside were three small cubicles, all dimly lit with a warm, yellowish light, creating a rather ambiguous atmosphere.

I was led to the third cubicle, where the masseuse and I sat on a massage bed. She asked if I wanted a massage or an oil massage.

I naturally wanted an oil massage, and she said a hand massage would cost 60, but with a full massage, it would only be 80 in total, for a maximum of 30 minutes.

I obviously wanted the stockings massage, so I asked if there were other options. She then said they could use a breast massage, which is essentially a nipple play, without a full massage, for 120. I made up my mind; since the masseuse 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 sheer at the toes—my favorite type of stockings. It seems the woman serving me is 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 vulva 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 vulva directly, only from the outside, and that it was the rule. I then told her how beautiful she looked in stockings and how much I wanted to have sex with her. I was

both flattering and enticing her, and she seemed to be smiling gently, not very firmly objecting. I then took out my phone and showed her a set of Japanese stocking photos I had downloaded online, a set of pictures of an OL wearing flesh-colored stockings without underwear interacting with a male actor. I asked her to wear them like that too, but she just chuckled and said it wouldn't work that way, and that I should come back another time.

Her objections were still very gentle and not very firm. I felt like I had a chance, so I took the initiative to suggest... "Give me 150, that's more than her breast massage (120 for a breast massage, and a quickie only costs 100). I pretended to help her take off her stockings and panties, and she hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing, then told me to wait a moment.

She got off the bed and went outside, and I quickly put my pants back on and waited for her, still a little scared, haha. I heard her talking to another woman outside in their dialect, and then she came back in. After coming in, she locked the small door to the cubicle (that's when I realized the cubicles could be locked from the inside), carrying her small bag. Then she smiled and explained that she went to get her bag, saying she wanted to clean herself with wet wipes. This time she took the initiative to get on 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 was afraid of those bushy patches." Then she wiped her vulva a few times with wet wipes, apparently to prevent any dirt or odor. Then, as I requested, she put on the stockings directly. The process of putting them on without underwear took less than a minute, but I was incredibly excited—I can't even describe it in words. To give you an idea, 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.

Once she was finally dressed, I couldn't wait to have her lie down so I could properly admire her stocking-clad vulva, and even smell what her little cunt smelled like. Then something unexpected happened: the woman took out another wet wipe and carefully cleaned my penis, wiping it once and then discarding it, then using another wipe to clean it a few more times. For a moment, my mind went blank. What did this mean? Suddenly, a wild idea popped into my head: was she going to have sex with me, directly penetrating her stocking-clad vulva? Was she going to have sex with me without a condom, so she had to clean it up? I was a little scared about not using a condom, what if I got an STD or something...? While I was lost in these thoughts, the woman spoke up, explaining that I needed to be careful about hygiene. She said that even though my penis looked clean, it had still soiled itself, 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 down next to my penis. She said she usually didn't do this, but she was doing it because I was handsome (mostly flattery) and very clean (which was true; I'm very hygienic). She added that she wanted to be friends with me and encouraged me to patronize her business. As she spoke, she stroked 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 the woman actually agreed to give me a blowjob! My friends had told me they always used condoms, but this was unprotected! Then I realized what was going on. I'd shown her Japanese pictures on my phone, several of which 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 assumed I was just going to do what the pictures showed. No wonder she hesitated for a few seconds. All

this talk about it only lasted a second or two; I immediately felt my penis enter a warm, moist space. I'm not good with words to describe the process, but it was simply amazing! All you guys have probably experienced a beautiful woman giving you a blowjob, right? You know what it's like, right? I'll just say this: it felt better than when my girlfriend gave me a blowjob, though I can't quite put my finger on why! The girl was sucking on my glans while simultaneously stroking my penis up and down with one hand. I asked her to change positions, lying on her side next to me with her body bent over, so that I could smell one of her stockinged feet while she was giving me the blowjob. Her stockinged feet had almost no other scent besides shampoo, which was a bit of a shame; it would have been better if they had even a hint of a pretty woman's foot smell. After a few minutes of this, I couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to ejaculate. It was so incredibly pleasurable, but I was still thinking about her stockinged pussy. So I asked her 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 she never does 69, but she made an exception for me because I was the right person, etc. (I suspect she's said these things to many customers).

I readily agreed to everything, and the woman had me lie face up while she knelt on top of me. Her stockinged vulva was now fully exposed to me! To my satisfaction, there wasn't much pubic hair, and her entire vulva was clearly visible through the stockings! I was already pleased that there was no unpleasant odor; there was a slight smell of alcohol, like from a wet wipe. And a faint, indescribable scent typical of mature women's vaginas. You guys have all smelled your girlfriend's or wife's vulva, right? That's the smell. While the labia weren't exactly pink, I was happy that they weren't dark. The two dark red labia had a small opening in the middle, and the flesh inside the vagina 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 erection or enlargement.

While stroking my penis, the woman softly asked if her position was comfortable and if I could breathe easily.

I was a little touched; her attitude was really nice. She then laughed and said not to take off her stockings. I finally understood; she was afraid I would insert my hand directly into her vagina, worried about hygiene. I had 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 into 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 too 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 her vaginal discharge as I had imagined, where she mainly wanted me to penetrate her. After about a few minutes of 69, I felt like ejaculating. In this state of confusion and passion, I initially played with her with my hand, but later, I recklessly licked her stocking-clad vulva. The first time I licked, the lady felt it and said in a coquettish voice, I couldn't tell if it was a reprimand or encouragement. Just before I was about to ejaculate, her stockinged vulva felt a little wet; I couldn't tell if it was her vaginal fluid or my saliva.

The woman, being a professional, 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*, I ejaculated wildly in a few strokes. Throughout my ejaculation, the woman continued to stroke me, helping me to finish, and even verbally complimented me on how much fluid I had, how big my penis was, etc.

After I 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. Only then did I realize it was an empty tissue box; all my semen had been inside… I was speechless! The woman took out several tissues from another tissue box and carefully cleaned my penis after ejaculation. While cleaning, she joked and asked if I enjoyed it, and mentioned how to put on stockings since I had licked them wet. I won't go into the details, but then we each wiped ourselves a few more times and got dressed.

I had another thought: to take a picture of the woman with my phone after I was dressed. But she smiled and refused, saying I could come back to the store to see her again if I missed her. After a few more jokes, I gave her 150 RMB, checked the doorway and left quickly.

Now back home, while my girlfriend isn't around, I'm quickly documenting this amazing stocking experience and sharing it with other guys who share the same hobby. All my desires for stockings over the years, and the fantasies I've had from watching so many Japanese AVs, were finally released this time. I silently told my penis, "Next time, I'll give you the same treatment. Who knows, maybe we'll even get to do it together."

[The End]

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