The wonderful experience of a massage parlor

The wonderful pleasure of massage parlors. I developed a special interest in women's stockings at a very young age.
One year in elementary school, I even slept in my mother's stockings for a while, finding them smooth and comfortable on my legs.
When I was in junior high, pantyhose started to appear and become popular. As I got older, I genuinely
began to like stockings, even developing a stocking fetish, especially pantyhose, often wearing them to release pent-up excitement.
Now I'm a graduate student. As people get older (of course, I'm not that old, but I feel old at heart),
I tend to become nostalgic, wanting to write down the good things that happened in the past to remember them in the future.
The last few days of August were scorching hot. That evening, after dinner, I
sat in my dorm playing on the computer. After a while, I was drenched in sweat, and my uncooperative lower back started hurting again. I thought, "Forget it
, I'll stop playing on the computer and go for a walk; there's a bit of a breeze outside." So I took a shower, went downstairs, hopped on my motorcycle,
and went out. As I was leaving, I had a premonition that something would happen tonight, so I casually slipped
a pair of light-colored pantyhose into my pocket.
I ran around the streets for a while; the wind was alright, but I felt a bit dizzy from the heat. I strolled around a few streets,
observing the city's nightlife. Reaching an intersection, I noticed a massage parlor nearby and took a closer look
. After my walk, remembering my backache and dizziness, I decided to get a massage and headed to the shop.
I parked my car near the shop, lingered on the sidewalk for a bit, and then went inside. On the right wall
was a row of mirrors with a fluorescent light. Five or six women sat in front of the mirrors. The lighting wasn't
great, and with my glasses on, I could only make out their appearance so-so. Then the manager came over and said, "Sir, would you like
a massage? Please come in. Xiao Li, go ahead." I said, "Can I choose one myself?" The manager said, "
Sure, you can see for yourself." I glanced at the waitresses (to be honest, I'm quite picky;
the boss's wife often jokes that I'm being so picky, it's not like I'm choosing a wife. ^_^), and most of them seemed a bit stocky, because
I prefer slender, petite girls with thin legs. Hey, there was one girl who was quite petite, wearing
transparent sandals. I told the head waiter, "She'll do." So I went inside, chose a cubicle, and lay down. The girl brought
in a cup of tea, wearing a white chiffon tank top with cutouts at the waist, and
beige trousers. The trousers were very fitted, showing she had a good figure; her legs probably weren't thick (everyone knows
we stocking lovers are most afraid of having thick legs). She stood there smiling at me. I smiled and said, "What are you looking at? Come on up
." She put down the water and said, "Let me massage your legs first." I said, "Okay, I'll massage however I want." She asked, "Do you want your feet
massaged?" I thought for a moment and said, "No, my feet aren't clean, it'll save you the trouble of washing your hands."
After massaging for a while, I thought to myself, "Let's hurry up and massage the important parts first, leaving time for other things." I said,
"Don't massage my legs anymore, massage my back first, it hurts." So she took off her shoes and sat on the bed. I noticed she wasn't wearing stockings
, what a pity. After massaging for a while, I thought about her feet and asked her, "Do you know how to do back massage?" She immediately replied
, "Yes, should I?" I thought to myself, "You're not wearing stockings yet." So I said, "Later, let's massage for a bit first." Everyone
knows we can't say our thoughts directly, otherwise the girl won't accept it, we have to proceed gradually.
While massaging, we started chatting. While massaging her legs, she said, "You're so tall, your legs are so long, you must be 1.8 meters,
right?" I said, "More than that, 1.82 meters. Your legs are also very slender, your pants are quite nice. Do you
usually wear skirts?"
"No, it's inconvenient for us to wear skirts to work.
" "And what about when you're resting? When you go out?"
No, I don't wear them because I don't like wearing skirts and I've almost never bought any.
Oh, I see. You'll still wear socks, right? Stockings, right?
No, I don't wear them, it's so hot.
You don't wear them in the summer, but you'll have to wear them when it cools down, right?
Yeah, I only wear stockings, even in winter. (Really?! This is interesting!)
So, do you wear short socks or long socks?
Short socks.
You don't wear stockings or pantyhose?
I don't wear skirts, so I don't wear any of those.
At this point, the leg massage was finished, and I said, "Let's rest for a bit, then we'll do a back massage later." The woman sat down, and I paused for a moment,
then casually said, "I'll do a back massage later, but I'd like you to wear stockings while I massage you."
The woman said, "But I didn't put any stockings here."
No problem, I've already prepared some for you.
I took my pants and took out the light-colored pantyhose wrapped in plastic and handed it to her.
She took it and looked at it, saying, "They're so long, where do I wear them?" She gestured with her small hand towards her upper thigh, "Want to wear it up to here?"
I gestured back to her waist, "Up to here."
"Huh? How am I supposed to wear it then?
" "That's easy, just take off your pants first.
" "No, can I wear it over my pants?"
I laughed, "How can that be? You can't dress like that.
I can't take my pants off here, I've never done that before." "
What's the big deal? I won't do anything to you.
I know you'll be fine, but I... I've never changed clothes in front of others." She blushed. "I
'll change in the sleeping area upstairs." "
Okay, let's compromise. You go upstairs to change, but don't wear pants, just wear shorts."
She quickly went upstairs with her stockings. I lay down. What will happen next?
It seemed like a long time had passed (actually about 5 minutes; it felt like an eternity.
Didn't Einstein use this example to explain relativity?), the crisp sound of slippers hitting the floor
grew louder, followed by the slapping sound of the outer curtain being lifted. The tapping grew clearer and clearer, finally
stopping outside the curtain of my cubicle. For a moment, a flutter of excitement stirred within me.
What a captivating sight she would look in stockings!
The curtain slowly lifted, and MM entered, head bowed. "Huh? Wearing the same thing as when you left?" MM smiled and said, "
I was afraid they'd see, so I wore them underneath."
(Okay, hurry up and take them off.) That was the only thought in my mind.
MM unbuckled the belt of her trousers, unzipped them, and with her legs slightly bent and crossed, slowly peeled them
off. It was as if a mermaid had shed her nimble tail, retracted her golden scales, and transformed into human form,
opening her arms to greet you.
I snapped out of my reverie. MM had taken off her trousers, revealing white silk pajama bottoms printed with many small red
peaches. The pajama bottoms looked quite cartoonish, hehe ^_^. MM got into bed, and I casually picked up a pair of
sandals to examine them closely. The sandals were a bit old, with a transparent upper, a white sole, and a transparent heel about
7 or 8 centimeters (I used to think 1 centimeter wasn't short, but now I realize it's really too short.
The heel, which doesn't look very high, is actually 7 or 8 centimeters. No wonder some women wear 16-centimeter heels. 8 centimeters
is too short, 16 centimeters is considered high.) The whole shoe had a very crystalline feel.
Seeing me looking at her shoes, she said, "These shoes are a little too big, size 37."
I said, "Are they even size 37? They don't look like it. What's your foot size? 35, 36?
36. Really? Let me see." I put down my slippers, took her right foot in my hand, and lifted it up to
examine it closely (oh! my goodness! I finally got to see her beautiful feet). Her feet were incredibly soft
, with a low instep, and the lines from the sides to her big toe and little toe were straight and even, with well-proportioned bones and no protrusions.
Her big toe was the longest, and the other four toes sloped downwards evenly.
Her slender and delicate toes were close together, arranged in a graceful arc, one next to the other. That's probably why her feet
didn't look like size 36. This kind of foot shape is perfect for high heels; walking down the street,
it's practically a killer eye-catcher for men. My hand gently brushed across the instep of her foot, causing her to tremble slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"I... my feet are so ticklish."
"Really?" Then I'll definitely give it a try. I held her right foot with my left hand, bent my right index finger, and
gently traced a circle on the sole of her foot. Her foot immediately tensed up, and I traced a few more circles quickly. Her foot tensed up even
more, her five toes curling tightly, and she couldn't help but giggle, saying, "No, it tickles!
Let me massage your back."
So I massaged her back. She felt quite heavy when she stepped on me. I asked, "How much do you weigh?" "90 pounds." "Really?"
I turned my head. "Your legs are so thin, I can't tell you weigh 90 pounds."
Now that she was on my back, looking up at me from below, her legs appeared even more straight and long,
the stockings covering them emitting a hazy sheen. MM's small feet nimbly massaged my back,
moving from my waist to my shoulders, up and down. The smooth feel of her stockings reduced friction, allowing her feet to slide freely across my back.
It was truly enjoyable! My aching lower back was completely gone.
After the massage, I had MM sit down to rest, and then I measured her legs with both hands. Her ankles were so slender; I
could completely encircle them with my thumb and forefinger. Her calves were smooth, and I could wrap my arms around the thickest part of her thighs. From her ankles to
her calves, through her knees, and then to her thighs, the entire silhouette was a very even transition from thin to thick, making her legs look incredibly straight. "
Your legs are so beautiful," I whispered in praise. "
I think my legs are quite thick and not straight," MM said. "
Oh, you're too modest. If your legs are considered thick, what about the waitresses outside? I think
you have the best figure here; they're all fatter than you. Otherwise, why would I have chosen you in the first place? I think
you're the prettiest here," I laughed. "That's true."
MM was delighted to hear this; what girl wouldn't be happy to be praised by a handsome guy? (I'm not bragging,
but my looks are pretty good among ordinary people, though of course, I can't compare to movie stars.)
The atmosphere in the small cubicle became intimate.
MM lay diagonally on the bed with a pillow under her back, and I lay beside her, studying her face. Only then did I
truly see her face clearly. Her forehead was slightly high and protruding, her skin elastic and wrinkle-free. Her eyebrows were groomed
, thin, with flat lines, long and reaching her temples, giving her a classic look. I preferred this
eyebrow shape; it made her appear virtuous and dignified. While high-arched eyebrows might appear alluring, they weren't my favorite; I always felt
they lacked depth. Her double eyelids were deep, her eye sockets large, her pupils clear and bright, radiating
a soft gaze, like a tranquil lake. Her nose was small, with a straight bridge and a pointed tip. Below were two
small, rosy lips. The upper lip was slightly thinner with a flatter line, while the lower lip curved into a beautiful arc, the lines of which
extended to the sides and intersected to form two pointed corners. Her slightly parted mouth exhaled a fragrant breath, revealing clean, even white teeth.
The skin on both cheeks was delicate and slightly flushed, the curves of her cheeks blending downwards to form a small chin. Bright eyes and white teeth,
misty eyes with a gentle ripple, her whole face had a touch of Japanese beauty, making me somewhat lost in thought. And every time my gaze fell on her lips,
I would have all sorts of fantasies, unable to resist the urge to insert my penis into such beautiful little mouths, to enjoy that warm, smooth feeling
…
Oh! My God!!
Further down was a slender neck, her thin shoulders clearly showing her collarbone, her delicate arms with soft skin.
Her pert breasts resembled two small doves about to take flight. I gently placed my right hand on her left breast, smiling, and said, "How
big is it? Let me measure." Her small breast felt soft and supple in my hand. "About a 32B?"
"Yes, that's right. But this bra is too big, a 34B."
"Oh, you bought one that's too big? Didn't you try it on before you bought it?"
"How can I try it on? There's nowhere to try it on. I always try it on at home."
"That's why it doesn't fit. But for intimate apparel like this, you should buy better quality from a reputable store
so you can try them on and find the right fit. Wearing ill-fitting underwear is bad for your health; it can
deform your breasts, which would be a shame."
My hands brushed over her slender waist and firm, rounded buttocks, finally reaching her long-awaited thighs,
feeling the smooth texture of her stockings. Light-colored crystal stockings covered her lower body,
clinging tightly to her skin like a second layer, gleaming alluringly under the light. MM's fair and tender
legs appeared even more translucent beneath the crystal pantyhose. I buried my face between her legs, fully enjoying the silky feel.
The stimulation from her stockings and flesh slowly moved downwards, kissing her while rubbing my face against her stockings.
Her body scent and the delicate fragrance of the stockings filled my nostrils—it felt so good! She moaned softly as I manipulated her; I
knew she was enjoying it. I held her ankles with both hands, lifting her feet to my lips.
A captivating, sensual aroma assaulted my senses.
Her 36cm feet appeared narrow and slender, with fair skin, no calluses on her heels, and
a slight pinkish hue beneath the thin stockings. Her insteps were white with a few bluish veins showing through, her toenails neatly trimmed, her five toes
pressed tightly together, and her arch curving like a beautiful rainbow. I leaned in, inhaling deeply, savoring
the scent… I stuck out my tongue, licking the stockings between her toes with abandon, my hands constantly caressing her thighs,
glistening alluringly beneath the pantyhose. I stole glances to see her reaction, but she only had her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying it while also enduring
it. Her feet were incredibly sensitive; even my warm breath caused her to tremble slightly.
I kissed the tender flesh of her arches with a little more force, and her body writhed involuntarily, her small mouth emitting suppressed moans,
“…ah…hehe…mmm…” I pulled her feet with both hands, placing them on my penis,
gently massaging it. My
little penis immediately became aroused, transforming into a large penis. She shyly closed her eyes, trying to pull her feet back,
but my hands held them tightly, forcing her to give up. Seeing that the time was right, I took out my little penis, letting her
fragrant feet clamp it, and gently began to move.
I held onto MM's ankles, letting them squeeze my penis. With each squeeze,
waves of pleasure surged from below... My penis was already hard, extremely sensitive from the intense engorgement. I held it and rubbed it
incessantly against the soles of MM's feet. The tingling, itchy stimulation as the stockings slid against my skin was no less intense than the teasing of MM's tongue...
Pre-orgasmic fluids had already soaked the stockings on the soles of her feet, stretching out glistening strands. Just as
I was about to ejaculate, I made my penis piston-like movements between her beautiful feet... imagining...
my union with MM... finally, I was about to... ejaculate... MM's beautiful feet still tightly gripped my penis,
continuing to stimulate it in the final, trembling pleasure. The thrill of possession, the pent-up desire, erupted all at once
. The fruits of victory spilled onto her beautiful, sexy stockinged feet, and I ejaculated a lot…
After a while, I snapped out of my ecstasy. MM was looking at me tenderly and said, “You’ve got it all
over my feet, what am I going to do?” “It’s okay, it’s good stuff, it helps with skincare.
This is the most nutritious thing a man has.” “Hehe, you… what are you going to do with all that on your stockings?”
“The stockings are yours, as a thank you gift.” I smiled and lifted her foot, spreading
my semen evenly over it. My fingers felt cool and slippery where they touched. “Is it cool and slippery
?” MM nodded shyly. I held her contentedly and closed my eyes to rest. MM nestled quietly
against my chest, like a docile little lamb. We silently shared this warm feeling.

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