[The Nighttime Encounter of a Beauty in Stockings] (1)

【The Night Encounter of a Stocking Beauty】(1)
Author: liuchangshun123
First published on the forum on February 24, 2015 As
night falls and the city lights come on, the whole city is shrouded in revelry and ambiguity. Xiaoli is my classmate in college
and also my best friend. She is fiery and charming, while I am gentle and ladylike. After graduation, we both
entered a foreign-funded enterprise and became high-paid white-collar workers that everyone envies. However, the fast pace of life
sometimes makes us breathless. So, sometimes, the night is
a carnival for a group of lonely people like us, and a lonely night for one person!
Today is Xiaoli's birthday. We had a rare opportunity to have fun in the bar for a long time. Before we knew it,
it was already 2 a.m., and I gradually felt tired. So I said goodbye to Xiaoli, who was full of alcohol.
With a slight drunkenness, I left the bar and stood alone at the door waiting for a taxi to go home. But the weather
was not good. I waited for half an hour but still got nothing. On the contrary, boys passing by would occasionally whistle at me as they whizzed
past. I figured they were simply attracted by my sexiness and charm, and as a beautiful woman, a sense of pride welled
up within me. Xiaoli was going to a bar for her birthday today, so she insisted I dress sexily so we could all have some fun,
and who knows, maybe even a one-night stand.
Reluctantly, I couldn't refuse her, so I did as she requested, getting a big, wavy hairstyle and wearing a
trendy white, super-short, tight-fitting bodycon skirt. The skirt was very form-fitting, tightly wrapping my sexy body,
especially for someone like me with a wasp waist, shapely hips, and slender legs. The upper part of the skirt had a slightly transparent V-neck, so I didn't need a
bra; my sexy, white breasts were almost spilling out, alluring and mysterious. However, this kind of skirt
was more for show than practical use. Because the skirt tightly hugged my body, I couldn't walk too fast, and walking made my hips
sway, so I could easily expose myself. I'm naturally sensitive in my legs and feet, so stockings are my absolute favorite.
Their soft, clinging feel against my skin gives me a sense of being pampered and secure. People say stockings are
a true symbol of a woman, and I think that's absolutely true. I especially love the direct contact between the soft stockings and my genitals
, often paired with a sheer black lace thong. Today I'm wearing light-colored, shimmering stockings
that shimmer like white pearls in the dim light, giving them a luxurious look. On my feet are trendy
nude-colored high heels with red soles, the thin heels a full 14 centimeters. I love this height; too high
wouldn't do. It makes my legs look longer and my calves more graceful. Although walking in them is
a bit tiring, I love this ladylike style.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe my eyes. My friend Xiaoli next to me joked, "Wow!
A goddess! If I were a man, I'd definitely push you down, hehe."
The night grew even deeper. The silence was almost eerie. The themed bar seemed rather remote; I'd been waiting
for so long and not a single taxi had passed by. Oh well, since home wasn't far, I'd walk back. I made up my mind,
but the twenty-odd minutes of walking was rather dangerous. There were hardly any houses nearby, the streetlights were dim and gloomy,
and occasionally I could hear the intermittent sound of pile driving from the nearby construction site. I shuffled along, my rear end sticking out, alone in the darkness.
A cool breeze occasionally swept over my legs, which were encased in stockings.
Ah, this feeling was so pleasant! This must be the pleasure of being a woman, I thought to myself, secretly reveling in it.
Suddenly, a loud ringtone came from ahead. It turned out to be three drunk men
walking towards me, their phones on speakerphone, one drunk and one slurring their steps. The leader was a burly, dark-skinned man in his forties, clearly a
laborer. Next was a blond, tattooed young man wearing ripped
jeans that looked like they hadn't been washed in ages. The last one looked a bit dim-witted, perhaps even mentally challenged. Judging by their filthy appearance,
they were probably construction workers from the nearby site. These days, it's not uncommon for beautiful women to be harassed by construction workers, so I quickly became
alert. I covered my chest with one hand and pulled down the hem of my skirt with the other to prevent any accidental exposure. However, my tight-fitting miniskirt and high
heels prevented me from walking too fast. The light tapping of my heels on the path seemed to confirm my inner
tension; after all, anyone would be scared in such a situation, especially dressed so provocatively. The three migrant
workers seemed to have noticed me too, because their eyes never left me. I guess they were
enjoying the moment; they never expected to encounter such a sexy beauty like me in the middle of the night
.
Just as we passed each other, the tattooed worker whistled at me and said, "Beautiful lady, dressed so
provocatively, where are you going? Want me to give you a ride? Be careful not to run into bad guys on the way, haha."
I didn't even look at him, because I hate frivolous men like that, but the situation was different, so
I politely said, "Thank you, no need for help." Then I quickened my pace, wanting to escape them as soon as possible.
But I could still hear the conversation behind me: "You lecherous bastard, come on! A toad trying to eat swan meat
? How could that girl be interested in a poor bastard like you!" Then came another round of mocking laughter.
But things didn't go as planned. The migrant worker uncle who had just mocked me for being lewd came up to me, staring at my legs,
and said, "Girl, what brand are those stockings? They look so good on you, like a fairy descending to earth! How
much are they? Are they expensive? I'll buy a pair for my wife sometime."
I was both annoyed and amused. I quickly pulled my skirt down a bit more and said, "They're Wolford stockings,
over five hundred a pair!" I continued walking, figuring they couldn't afford them anyway.
Sure enough, he stared at my legs again and said, "My goodness, so expensive? Who can afford that? It's enough for half
a month's salary!"
He wasn't giving up. He quickly caught up with me, circled around to the front of me, and said, "Miss, you
must feel very comfortable wearing such high-quality stockings. Can I touch them and try out the elasticity? I'll save up some money and buy a pair for my wife
someday.
" I was a little surprised. "Uncle, that's not appropriate. Men and women shouldn't touch each other like that." I continued walking forward
, gesturing for him to move aside. But he spread his arms, blocking my way, and said, "Miss, just touch them once,
let me feel the texture."
I was afraid that if I didn't let him touch me, he really wouldn't let me leave, and might even do something outrageous. Oh well,
I guess I'll just take pity on him. Anyway, touching me once won't do anything to me. "Okay, just one touch, hurry
up, I need to go home."
Even though I said that, I still took a step back, clamping my legs together, so that my pair of sexy, long, slender legs in stockings
were completely exposed to him, as if preparing for an inspection. He didn't refuse, kneeling on the ground
, reaching out his large, dirty hands to tightly grasp my ankles, muttering to himself, "Ah, really high-quality stuff,
high-quality stuff..."
I quickly bent down to push his hands away, but how could my frail body withstand his
large, veiny hands with their brute force? "Okay, okay, stop touching me! Let go, uncle, I
want to go home!"
But now he wasn't just touching me; he was rubbing my sexy, stockinged legs with his huge palms.
My already sensitive legs could barely support him, and I couldn't help but tremble. I pushed his hands away forcefully.
"You can't do this! The stockings will get ruined!" "Let go! That's indecent!"
Unexpectedly, the same lecherous man who had been mocked by the older man caught up from behind, placing his hand on my protruding buttocks and
kneading my stockinged bottom. He teased, "Beautiful lady, why is your skirt so short? Your butt is showing!
It's not what I wanted to see, you showed it yourself. Were you trying to seduce me?"
In a panic, I quickly pulled my hand back behind me, trying to push him away. "Let go! You pervert! If you don't let go,
I'm calling the police!" But this left my legs exposed to the older man's hands. In short,
I couldn't protect myself from both front and back. The older man, perhaps aroused by the previous caresses, was no longer
content with merely stroking my legs. He knelt down and began licking my insteps with his tongue,
exclaiming, "Ah, such beautiful feet! These stockings are fucking smooth, no wonder they're high-end! And those little feet
smell so good, I really want to eat them..." He frantically licked and sucked my stockinged feet, my
feet tingling from his licking, my stockinged feet covered in his saliva.
I realized I'd encountered a pervert and quickly shouted, "Help! Someone help! There's a pervert! Help
!"
But it was so late, and the road was so secluded, who would come? The older man, still licking, said
, "Girl, what good is yelling? Don't call the people from the nearby construction site,
or you'll be gang-raped. They're not as chivalrous as me, hehe."
The lecherous man behind me was kneading my stockinged buttocks while pulling on my lace thong worn over the stockings.
Like discovering a trophy, he exclaimed, "Uncle, everyone wears their underwear inside their stockings, why is she wearing it on
the outside? And why is there a strap on this thong?" He then pulled the elastic thong
back forcefully, rubbing it against my genitals until it itched. I quickly reached out to stop him, shouting, "Let go, you filthy pervert!"
The older man in front replied to the lecherous man, "You little brat, what do you know? These days, city people like to wear these thongs
. Why? Well, I heard it makes it easier for men to fuck you, hahaha..." Her words
made me blush with shame. My outstretched hands not only failed to stop her frenzied actions
, but were instead tied together with my thong. Every time I tried to break free, the thong, with
its elasticity, tightened around my vulva even more through the sheer stockings.
At that moment, I felt like prey, completely at their mercy. She
slapped my stockinged buttocks repeatedly, yelling, "Damn it, behave yourself!
A beauty like you has been fucked by the boss, can't I have a taste today? Maybe I'll
feel better than them!
" Terrified, I begged, "Please, please let me go! I'll give you whatever you want!"
The older man in front shouted at the somewhat mentally challenged young man, "Hey, you idiot, what are you standing there for? Look
what's in her bag!"
The idiot blankly replied, "Oh," and took the bag off my shoulder, opening it. "Uncle, here's
two thousand, a cell phone, and a pack of unopened stockings."
The older man was overjoyed. "Haha, damn it, I've struck gold today!"
I pleaded, "Take all the money, just let me go..."
But the older man held my legs tightly, his tongue roaming from my instep to my calf, leering
as he said, "We'll take the money, and we can let you go, but only if you serve us well, haha."
I angrily spat at him. "You, you shameless bastard! No way, don't even think about it. I won't give in to
you. Let me go now, or I'll call the police, and none of you will escape!"
When the older man heard I was going to call the police, he became enraged and grabbed my stockinged legs, frantically licking them , drooling
all over the stockings, trying to penetrate my inner thighs. Although my hands were tied behind my back, preventing
him from further threatening me, I still kept my legs tightly closed, not letting him touch my sensitive areas.
The lecherous man behind me watched and laughed, saying, "Uncle, look at you, so impatient. I have a way of dealing with a fierce woman."
Then he started slapping my buttocks hard. I couldn't bear the pain from behind, and to avoid it, I had to lean
forward. But this put my sensitive genitals completely against the man's face. He sucked on them frantically
, like a bear drinking honey, excitedly saying, "Ah, this vigorous woman has leaked a lot of water, her stockings are
soaked! Ah! So sweet, so delicious, haha."
I was terrified by this sudden action. At the same time, my sensitive genitals were constantly being licked by the man, and
the slaps from behind were loud and clear, especially in the quiet of the night. I could only beg intermittently,
"Ah ah ah... don't suck anymore, ah! ah! ah! ah!... I can't, I can't take it anymore, um
... please, ah!..."
Who would have thought that in the dead of night, such a beautiful woman like me was being molested by these migrant workers? The scene was so erotic
.
I groaned weakly, my consciousness fading, my legs going weak, while the older man in front of me continued to use him.
His thick tongue frantically licked my vulva, and the fabric on my stockings was so greasy I couldn't tell if it was my own love juice or
the uncle's saliva. The uncle, as if he'd made another major discovery, called out to the three lecherous men behind him, "Haha
, this girl's really a slut! Turns out she's a bald slut, not a hair around her vulva at all. A real high-class
prostitute! We've really hit the jackpot today, let's fuck her hard later, haha..."
I lowered my head in shame. Because I'm usually very clean, I'd followed the example of Western women and
shaved all my pubic hair, but I never expected them to find out and make fun of me. Ever since the older man discovered this secret
, he's become even more frenzied when licking my pussy. His rough tongue relentlessly thrusts into my pussy through my stockings. I was already
lost in the pleasure of his licking, and now my pussy is even more overflowing. Suddenly, the older man rubs his stiff beard back and forth around my
pussy, and after just a few strokes, I climax. My consciousness blurs, and I keep
moaning, "Ah! Ah!... No... I'm going to come!..."
My legs, which were supported by my sexy high heels, can no longer hold on, and I collapse to my knees on the ground, my
hands still tightly bound behind my back by my thong. This position makes me look even more shameful and lewd.

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