The ubiquitous presence of stockings in daily life

The Ubiquitous Life of Stockings (Part 1)

My name is Fang Yan, and I'm Qiqi's husband. Last night, Qiqi told me that a college classmate was coming to Beijing and asked me to drive her to pick her up. Early this morning, Qiqi got up early and changed into a sexy set of lingerie: a purple-based black lace rose-embroidered bra, and a set of sheer black-based purple-flower V-neck thongs with a tiny, sheer butterfly in the front and a thin strap running through the cleavage of her snow-white buttocks in the back. The T-shaped joint was a heart made of sparkling rhinestones. Her upper body was a silk, dark black fitted bell-sleeved shirt with a very low neckline, which made her skin appear even whiter and more delicate. Her lower body was a white skirt that was more than 30 centimeters above the knee, seemingly any shorter and it would be too short to show through. Her round, snow-white thighs were covered with light black thong pantyhose, and her shapely, slender calves were covered with high-heeled, shiny black leather boots.

While waiting at the airport, many men's eyes lingered on Qiqi with lustful gazes, making her even more alluring.

"Honey, so many lecherous men are looking at your darling wife, are you jealous?" "Why would I be jealous? It just means my wife is sexy and beautiful. Letting them look won't get them, they can only wait and see." "Honey, so many people are staring at my thighs, so lecherous, I'm getting a little wet down there, I really want it~~ Can you give it to me when we get home?" Qiqi said, her fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushing against my crotch.

"Honey, you're hard too~~~ Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed? Hehe." "You little slut, you're teasing me now, wait till we get home and see how I deal with you..." Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, I gently pinched the bottom of Qiqi's full, perky buttocks, and sure enough, it was wet and hot.

"Qiqi... Qiqi..." Just as the two of them were secretly flirting, a woman waved her hand and ran quickly towards them from the airport exit. She wore a simple black off-the-shoulder t-shirt, her eyes like pools of autumn water, her full breasts standing erect beneath the thin fabric, bouncing violently with her running, subtly revealing the shape of her bra; her lower body was clad in tight white flared trousers, and black patent leather pointed-toe open-back high heels, revealing a large expanse of her taut, sexy insteps encased in sheer, crystal stockings. The heels were extremely high, about 10 dm, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Qiqi rushed over, and the two hugged, jumping and hopping around for a while.

"Qiqi, let's hug again when we get back, there's plenty of time," I said, running over to take the woman's travel bag.

"Um... Feifei, this is my husband, Fang Yan. Husband, this is my darling, Feifei," Qiqi introduced.

"Qiqi, your husband is so handsome~~~, I'm so jealous, can I borrow him sometime..." The woman's eyes, like pools of autumn water, gave me a meaningful look, teasing me with a mix of genuine and playful sarcasm.

"Ugh...you want to steal my husband? Go ahead and try...let's go back first..." Qiqi grabbed Feifei's arm and walked out of the airport. I followed behind, watching the two women's round, beautiful buttocks curving upwards in a graceful arc, their taut lines swaying as they walked. I suddenly felt a surge of desire. Two beauties! I couldn't help but fantasize about the two women's wanton appearance in front of me.

Feifei's thighs were incredibly straight and long. Her slender black patent leather pointed-toe open-back high heels elongated her legs. Between her long, round thighs, I could vaguely see her bulging mound. Her pants were taut, not too thin or too thick. I tried to see the outline of her underwear, but to no avail. It seemed to be a thin-strapped thong. As she moved, I suddenly noticed that her waistband revealed the waistband of a pantyhose.

It turned out that beneath the thin white trousers was a pair of thin pantyhose. It's rare to see a woman dressed like that, but every time I saw such a sight, I felt like I was about to explode. My gaze lingered greedily on the barely visible waistband of the pantyhose, occasionally shifting to the pointed metal heels of her black patent leather pointed-toe open-back high heels. Every step felt like a tickle in my heart, both tingling and itchy.

Kiki seemed to sense my gaze, whispering to Feifei, then suddenly turned and glared at me.

The whole way, my mind was racing; Feifei's pointed heels and the glimpse of the pantyhose waistband kept flashing through my mind.

Because I had work to do, after dropping Kiki and Feifei off at home, I rushed back to the company. Before I left, Kiki's words made me feel incredibly happy, almost to the point of death.

"Honey... don't forget to check the home security camera footage during your lunch break, okay? I'll turn on the computer for you..." Because I work in IT and travel frequently, Kiki, to keep me company while I'm away, had me install hidden cameras in every room of the house, accessible via the internet. So, on nights I'm away, this little slut Kiki often wanders around the house in various provocative outfits, even masturbating for me to see... I always reach climax from this strange voyeurism.

Back at the company, after an early meeting, I excitedly rushed back to my office, turning on my computer while imagining what the security cameras would show. My lower body quickly became aroused, my heart pounded uncontrollably, my throat tightened, and my facial muscles twitched with excitement. I logged into the

home computer and pulled up the security footage. Suddenly, the images of the living room, bedroom, and bathroom lit up. Strangely, my wife Kiki wasn't home; I didn't know where she was. I only saw Feifei coming out of the bedroom, carrying a nightgown, heading towards the bathroom. I examined the sexy nightgown in my hand. It was a strappy, semi-transparent nightgown with lots of beautiful lace trim. This nightgown was clearly high-end; not only did it feel wonderful, but it was also designed to accentuate the waistline, making it incredibly comfortable to wear. But strangely, my wife, Qiqi, wasn't home. I wondered where she had gone.

I quickly switched the screen to full-screen view of the bathroom. Feifei walked in. She placed the nightgown on the sink, raised her hand, and took off her white t-shirt in front of the mirror. Her breasts, encased in a light green lace crocheted bra, sprang out. Unhooking the back straps, her full, snow-white breasts were completely exposed—large and firm, with small, delicate nipples, a vibrant pink like a young girl's. I wondered how she maintained them. Feifei gently lifted her breasts a few times, supporting the lower edge with both hands. Her breasts swayed, full of elasticity. Then she squeezed her rounded nipples a few times, the snow-white fullness slightly deforming between her fingers, the pink nipples peeking out and standing erect.

"Oh..." A soft moan, like the sound of a flute, came through the earphones from Fei Fei. I couldn't help but moan along, unbuckling my belt to reveal my already impatient, thick, hard, purple member.

What was this woman going to do? Was she going to masturbate in the bathroom? A woman with such a strong sex drive? I felt like I had discovered a huge treasure. My eyes were glued to the screen, and with one hand, I took out the black and purple floral V-neck thong that Qi Qi had given me after returning from the airport that morning, already damp and see-through, and wrapped it around my member, slowly stroking it.

On the screen, Fei Fei stopped stroking her breasts, unbuttoned the front of her white, tight-fitting, flared pants, bent down, and took them off.

"Oh..." Although I already knew that Fei Fei was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose underneath, when she bent over, her legs were straight, slender and beautiful, and her round buttocks, completely covered by the see-through pantyhose, were exposed before my eyes, I still couldn't help but feel my heart race and extremely excited.

Feifei's buttocks were very full, snow-white and round, with a narrow pink band between her deep buttock cleft. In the mirror, the front of her thong was almost completely transparent. Her pubic hair was sparse and lay neatly hidden beneath the underwear, clearly visible. The area where her legs met was tightly bound, forming a full inverted triangle, but it could hardly be completely concealed. Her thick labia were visible from both sides, pink and tender. It was truly unimaginable how a woman nearing thirty could maintain such a beautiful vulva.

I pressed my nose against the screen between Feifei's large buttocks, as if I could feel its softness and delicacy, as if the unique fleshy scent of a young woman wafted towards me. Sweat slowly seeped from my nose, clinging to the screen, and then trickled down the deep cleft between Feifei's buttocks, like a stream of vaginal fluid.

Feifei pinched the sides of the flesh-colored sheer pantyhose between her thumbs and forefingers, slowly pulling them down along with her green thong. The dark forest between her legs was finally fully exposed—a few tufts of grass growing by the stream. What a sight it would be when spring arrived! I couldn't help but imagine the autumn drizzle, the raindrops glistening on the branches. My left hand, gripping the crotch, quickened its pace, and my breathing became heavy.

Feifei pulled the pantyhose and underwear down to her knees, turned, and sat on the toilet. She lifted her left leg, the thin stockings clinging to her toes, bunching up like layers of snow. The crotch of the pantyhose between her legs stretched open, like a thin veil, almost invisible. Her slender fingers gently pinched the toes of the stockings, and the thin stockings stretched further from her toes, hovering in the air, like a flowing veil. Her feet weren't large, probably a size 34, petite and delicate, almost too small to be easily grasped. Her five toes were adorable and delicate, painted with pale purple cardamom, like five sparkling pearls. I longed to hold them, to kiss them tenderly, to worship them reverently!

The woman took off her pantyhose, looked at the crotch of her thong, then lowered her head to smell it, shook her head with a smile, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the pile of clothes she had changed out of. Feifei stood up, opened the shower door, and went inside.

The shower quickly filled with steam, blurring the woman's perfect body. My anticipated masturbation didn't happen, leaving me somewhat disappointed. My penis began to soften, but it was already soaking wet.

Taking advantage of this moment, I quickly went to the bathroom to tidy myself up a bit.

When I hurriedly returned to my seat, I was quite annoyed to find that Feifei had already put on her pajamas and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring herself. I hadn't expected her to shower so quickly; I'd missed the sight of her emerging from the water, her delicate beauty, especially the possibility of water droplets still clinging to her dark pubic hair.

Nevertheless, the woman in the mirror was still incredibly sexy. Tall and slender, with a long, slender neck and high, firm breasts, her sexy, sheer lace pajamas revealed two small red nipples peeking out. The pajamas were very short, only about 10 centimeters below her hips, revealing two long, shapely legs—neither too thin nor too plump, long and shapely—wearing gold crystal high-heeled sandals. Combined with the pajamas, she exuded an air of luxurious elegance, truly a natural beauty.

Feifei struck a couple of poses in front of the mirror, seemingly a little captivated herself. With her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gently stroked her body beneath the pajamas, sighed softly, and left the bathroom.

The Ubiquitous Life of Stockings (Part Two)

My name is Feifei, and I'm Qiqi's college classmate. We were inseparable in school, studying together, eating together, and even sleeping together. We were both quite open-minded about sex, so we often borrowed porn to watch together. When we couldn't control ourselves, we'd occasionally engage in some mock sex, reaching orgasm through mutual caresses and friction.

Neither Qiqi nor I are lesbians; we each had boyfriends in college. We just liked trying and exploring new forms of sex.

The day before yesterday, I was sexually aroused all day long. Firstly, my husband, who had been away on a business trip for a month, was coming back. I wouldn't have to spend the long nights longing for him anymore, and my wet little hole could be filled by his hot, hard penis. In his gentle embrace, we made love, and I felt hot all over. Secondly, my period was coming soon, so I was particularly aroused. When I went to the office during the day, I deliberately didn't wear underwear. The seam of my thin pantyhose rubbed against my clitoris, making it tingly and itchy. Not to mention, the crotch of my pantyhose was sticky and wet. To avoid the wetness staining my thin skirt, I had to put a layer of tissue paper under my skirt.

After showering that evening, I changed into my newly bought black, ultra-thin, see-through pantyhose with open crotch on all four sides and a pair of light pink pointed-toe strappy high heels. I wore only a thin pink chiffon nightgown, very short, revealing half of my buttocks; my fuzzy, peach-like breasts were faintly visible. My nipples, hard and erect all day, stood out prominently against the nightgown.

Excitedly, I jumped onto the bed and climbed on top of my husband. My full, white breasts rippled and pressed tightly against his firm chest. The pressure on my hard nipples finally brought a sense of release. "Oh…" Even after just a few seconds of close contact, I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. My impatient little hand reached into my husband's crotch, grabbing his warm, soft penis and kneading it vigorously, eager to make it hard and hot, to enter my already overflowing depths, to block the gushing honey, and to drive away the emptiness that had been lingering in my lower body for days!

"Give it to me...husband...give it to me...I want it so badly..." I was burning with desire, my legs, tightly encased in sheer black pantyhose with open crotch, straddled my husband's right leg, my wet peach rubbing against his thigh, growing hotter and hotter with each rub, becoming more and more unbearable...but my husband's penis remained limp and unresponsive. I turned around, presenting my snow-white buttocks to my husband's face, white honey already spreading behind my vulva, flowing down my buttocks.

"Husband...husband...feel your slutty pussy...it's already soaking wet.

...Love me...give me...husband...I want it." I swayed my snow-white, plump buttocks, my left hand reaching down to my crotch to knead my swollen clitoris. My black pantyhose and the pointed metal heels of my lotus-colored pointed-toe backless high heels wiggled in front of my husband's eyes. I couldn't help but lower my head and take my husband's limp penis deep into my wet lips, my tongue skillfully teasing the glans. With each deep throat and swallow, my husband's penis finally began to harden.

I quickly put a condom on my husband's penis, turned around and straddled him, spreading my wet labia and sitting down hard.

"Ohhhhhh!" The long-awaited fullness and satisfaction made my juices overflow. With my hands on my husband's abdomen, my lotus-colored pointed-toe backless high heels on the soft bed, I began to move up and down violently.

"Mmm... Ahhh..." In the past, I usually suppressed and restrained myself during sex, not daring to moan loudly. But today, after a month without intimacy with my husband, I decided to give it my all and pursue a woman's sexual happiness. I actively moved, letting my husband's hot penis pound wildly in my overflowing vagina. I screamed loudly, releasing my pent-up resentment in my shouts.

But just as the pleasure began to build, the feeling of fullness and swelling in my vagina slowly faded away, and emptiness began to rapidly approach again. My husband's penis went limp again.

He said, "I'm too tired, let's do it another day," and then he fell asleep.

Looking at my husband's limp penis, looking at myself in the mirror dressed in a sexy outfit, looking at my moist and tender peach blossom cave under the sparse black pubic hair, an indescribable sadness inexplicably struck. It was as if all the strength had been drawn out of my body, and I felt as if I were flying in... The high clouds suddenly seemed to fall.

After tidying myself up, I lay down beside my husband, looking at his sleeping face, tears streaming down my face… When I woke up the next morning, my husband had already gone to work early. I still couldn't get over the scene from the night before, so I called Qiqi, thinking of going to her place to clear my head.

On the third day, I arrived in Beijing. Qiqi took a day off to pick me up at the airport, with her husband, Fang Yan, beside her. He was a very handsome man, tall and well-built, fair-skinned and refined. Whenever he saw me, he would stare at my long legs and my shiny black mid-calf stiletto boots. Perhaps he was embarrassed, or perhaps Qiqi was there and he couldn't let it go unchecked, because his gaze was evasive and wandering, but I could feel his burning gaze.

I guessed he shared the same taste as my husband, I thought, so I deliberately made a bigger movement. When I hugged Qiqi, I revealed the waistband of my pantyhose and stole a glance at him. Sure enough, his eyes were fixed on my waist, where a burning heat was raging.

As we exited the airport, Qiqi and I walked ahead. I think I was walking more gracefully than usual, and I could feel him staring at my buttocks, probably trying to figure out what kind of underwear I was wearing, just like the silly things my husband used to do when we were dating. If he knew that I wasn't actually wearing anything under my thin pants and pantyhose, just a sanitary pad, I wonder what he'd think. A nosebleed? Thinking about this, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Men, they're always so lustful.

Suddenly, a sense of anticipation arose within me. Maybe something could happen between us, maybe it would be with Qiqi and him. I'd never tried it before, I wondered what it would feel like. Thinking about it, I felt a cool, moist sensation down there.

When we arrived at Qiqi's house, Fang Yan went back to his company. Qiqi and I hugged tightly and kissed passionately, caressing each other's breasts, our breasts pressed together, kneading each other, just like we did in college. "It's been so long. Maybe this is the kind of beginning we've both been hoping for.

" "Honey, I'm going out to buy some things. Go take a shower first, make yourself all soft and smooth, and wait for me to come back~" Just as I was about to lose control, Qiqi gently stepped away from me, breathing softly in my ear, and said sweetly.

"Ugh...stopping all of a sudden...I want it..." I said, a little annoyed but still pouting. "

Honey...I'll give it to you...I'm going out to buy things that will make us happier...be good...wait for me to come back."

"Kiki is still the same as before, always coming up with all sorts of tricks.

After showering, I sat on the sofa in the living room, feeling a bit bored. Kiki hadn't come back yet, and I wondered what that brat was up to. I walked over to the DVD player and saw a disc on it.

The cover showed two Japanese women, both office ladies wearing very high black patent leather stilettos with metallic heels and flesh-colored pantyhose, embracing and kissing passionately. Their hands were on each other's backs, lifting their short skirts and gently kneading each other's buttocks. That brat, she even specially prepared this movie for me to watch, to make my blood boil and my lust burn, so I could ravage her.

I threw the disc into the DVD player, and very quickly, one of the office ladies appeared, having just gotten off the plane... " A woman in a white blazer, a houndstooth mini-skirt, and high-heeled black patent leather boots, dragging a suitcase, was about to exit customs. At that moment, a woman wearing a white blazer-style top, a black seersucker tiered mini-skirt tightly hugging her full, round buttocks, thin black argyle pantyhose revealing pink flesh, and black ankle-strap pointed-toe open-toe shoes with metal buckles approached. After a brief hug, they left the airport and got into a tall, spacious, and powerful SUV.

The woman in the black seersucker tiered mini-skirt, because she was in the driver's seat, slowly pulled her skirt down to her waist, her thighs parted, revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear at all; a large patch of thick black pubic hair peeked through the thin black fabric. Dark-colored diamond-patterned pantyhose were on full display, revealing the woman in the houndstooth mini-skirt kneeling diagonally on the passenger seat. Her long, straight hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her playful, watery eyes, seemingly hooked, were fixed on the exposed pubic hair. Her skirt had been pulled up to her waist, revealing her buttocks taut in flesh-colored pantyhose. Her slender, alluring legs stretched out beside the gearshift, and her black patent leather high-heeled boots slowly brushed against the hand of the other woman on the seat. She lightly rubbed her own hands through her pantyhose, and a series of low, unusual breaths filled the car.

Seeing the two women unable to contain themselves, they pulled the car into the roadside woods, reclined their seats, and began passionately kissing and caressing each other, their pink nipples pressed together, rubbing against each other. Squeezing and kneading, I too began to lose control, my pent-up desire surging. Suddenly, I saw the pantyhose Kiki had given me to change into on the sofa. Unpacking it, I found a pair of grey pantyhose with shimmering silver threads. Seeing the tiny silver threads sparkling and dancing on the thin fabric, I felt an even stronger urge to try them on. While watching the TV show of two women in a 69 position, heads buried in each other's crotches, panting heavily through the pantyhose, their tongues lightly licking each other's labia, I eagerly put on the pantyhose. The pantyhose felt wonderful; my legs were instantly enveloped in a tight embrace, like a lover's hands tightly holding me. The area between my legs was incredibly slippery, and my legs involuntarily crossed tightly, rubbing against each other, savoring that special feeling… I closed my eyes, imagining myself as the woman in the DVD, joining in, entangled in the alluring high heels and sexy, sheer, shimmering pantyhose.

"Oh~~" I couldn't help but let out a low growl, and a few drops of fluid began to overflow from between my legs.

"Qiqi, you brat, why aren't you back yet? I want you so much.

The ubiquitous life of stockings (Part 3)

My name is Qiqi, Fangyan's wife, and Feifei's college classmate. I like to try all kinds of sex. I had two boyfriends before, both of whom were very honest and obedient boys. Because of this, I always suppressed my feelings, afraid that my indulgence would be seen as a shameless debauchery. It wasn't until I met my current husband, Fangyan, that inner passion and restlessness became free and unrestrained.

Fangyan is a fanatical lover of pantyhose, high heels, and boots. He bought me a lot of pantyhose, high heels, and boots of all kinds and colors. Of course, sexy lingerie is also an indispensable treasure. Every time we make love, Fangyan will tirelessly make me change into different styles of lingerie, pantyhose, and high heels. At first, I found it very annoying." I longed for the tight, intimate contact of our bodies after we were wet, but as time went on, whenever I saw men on the street staring intently at my long, shapely legs in pantyhose and high heels, and every time I was entangled with Fangyan, feeling the smooth, silky texture of the thin fabric of the pantyhose, I slowly became addicted to it.

Besides SM, we tried every sexual activity we could experience. Beyond various positions, we were even more obsessed with different settings. I remember when we first started dating, we would often sneak into the company's storage room or the dark cubicles at the bottom of the emergency exit during lunch breaks, listening to the sounds of people and footsteps coming and going outside or up the stairs, making love wildly, all the moans held back by our lips and throats, leaving only the most primal, heavy breathing. In the evenings after work, Fangyan and I would sometimes linger a little longer, waiting until most of our colleagues had left, then sneak into the men's or women's restroom to begin... Even amidst our frenzied lovemaking, colleagues often came in because of overtime work. Ironically, this semi-exposure fueled our burning desire. I even discovered that if we were in the women's restroom and a female colleague happened to walk in, Fang Yan's hearing of her urinating would make his penis even harder and his thrusts even more intense. The most convenient position for such clandestine lovemaking in public was doggy style. I would brace myself against the wall, my proudly rounded buttocks raised, enduring every thrust and slap from behind. And what was annoying was that Fang Yan didn't like to pull down one leg of his pantyhose during sex, so he'd torn countless pairs. Sometimes they'd tear too much, and I'd complain about how it was so obvious outside, how we could go home. He always said it was more exciting to be seen at night when fewer people were around.

After we got married, our sex life became even more intense, especially on the last summer nights... The subway is a place I frequent. Because it's less crowded and I speak with a local accent, I often dress very revealingly. I remember one day I wore a short, off-the-shoulder, puff-sleeved, cropped white sheer top, through which you could easily see my dark embroidered lace bra. Oh, by the way, I have a very large bust, 38C, so I usually choose ultra-thin, transparent bras. If you look closely, you can even faintly see the outline of my nipples. My lower body was covered by a black tulle skirt and ultra-thin, seamless black pantyhose. The skirt was extremely short, just covering my buttocks, and more importantly, it didn't allow me to wear underwear. When I sat down, if I slightly parted my legs, you could clearly see the thick pubic hair around my genitals through the thin crotch of the pantyhose. My shoes were very ordinary, but also very classic—the kind of pointed-toe, open-toe, ankle-strap, side-buckled black office commuter shoes I usually wear. The metal heels were thin and long, about 10cm.

In the dead of night, some carriages had only a few people, and some were completely deserted… Fang Yan always led me to sit in a crowded carriage first, deliberately having me spread my legs to expose some skin. Then, he would occasionally tell me who was peeking at me, and I would steal a few glances at him. Some of the younger men could even see my crotch slightly bulging. When their eyes met mine, they would panic and crumble at the slightest touch, but couldn't help but steal another glance.

In a complex mix of rebellious and mixed emotions, I would become aroused under these burning gazes, quickly becoming wet. At this point, I would drag Fang Yan to a carriage we had chosen beforehand. It didn't necessarily have to be empty; as long as it was on a secluded side, using the armrest of the seat near the door for cover, I could reach orgasm very quickly with Fang Yan's help. Then, I would deliberately lie on Fang Yan's lap, he would keep watch, and I would quickly give him oral sex.

Since graduating from university, I haven't met a suitable girl for a virtual romance. While experiencing various forms of sex with my husband, I often find myself reminiscing about the times I reached orgasm with Fei Fei.

Different kinds of sex offer completely different experiences; even two women can achieve perfection. I really miss that.

So when I received Fei Fei's call, my long-suppressed lesbian feelings resurfaced. That night, while making love with my husband, I couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like if the three of us had sex together. Would I be on top of Fei Fei, with my husband thrusting into us from behind? Or would my husband be on top of me, and I be licking Fei Fei's vulva? Or would I be having sex with Fei Fei while my husband's penis was in my mouth? As I fantasized, my body grew hotter and wetter than ever before, every part of me feeling swollen and yearning for caresses, touches, and penetration. My husband clearly sensed my unusual excitement and patted my buttocks, asking me why. When I told him about my sexual fantasies amidst my intermittent panting, he also became incredibly excited, culminating in an unparalleled climax that ended with a scream. I, too, experienced my first time being so wet, ejaculating profusely, leaving my husband's abdomen and the sheets beneath us completely soaked.

Today, I picked up Feifei. After many years, her figure was still as sexy and voluptuous as ever. To fully enjoy the heart-pounding sex I had been anticipating, I slipped out to buy some trinkets while Feifei was showering.

When I got home, Feifei was curled up on the leather sofa watching TV. I threw the pile of paper bags I'd bought on the floor, changing into my transparent black Pump high-heeled sandals, and said to Feifei, "Hey, come help me carry these bags inside." "What did you buy? I finally get to be a guest, and you cruelly leave me all alone at home," Feifei said, picking up the paper bags and curiously opening them as she turned to walk back.

"You'll see when you see it. We'll need it soon. You've come all this way, so as the host, I'm making sure you enjoy yourself to the fullest, to the point of ecstasy." I said, looking up, and suddenly noticed a large wet stain on the back of Fei Fei's nightgown.

"You brat, I wasn't home, did you secretly do something naughty? Your dress is all wet, let me check." I quickly walked over.

"Ahhhhhh, no... I didn't do anything... I just watched TV after my shower..." Fei Fei exclaimed, her right hand, which had just reached into the paper bag to rummage through the items, suddenly moved behind her back to cover the wet stain.

I glanced at the DVD display panel below the TV; the playback time was flashing, and the lesbian porn that Si Fangyan had just bought a couple of days ago was open and placed on it.

"Really didn't do anything? Then why is there such a big wet stain on the sofa? Do you have incontinence at your age?" I pointed to the large wet stain on the sofa, slowly lowered my head, and sniffed it heavily a few times.

"Ugh... Ahhh... Why are you licking that?! No!" Fei Fei's face flushed red instantly. Seeing me put my fingers, glistening and slippery from the lubrication, into my mouth, my red lips slightly parted, and my tongue beginning to lick the fluid she left behind, she gasped in surprise. She dropped her shopping bags, rushed to me, grabbed me, and sat down to block me.

"You brat, still so horny! You've been playing around all by yourself while I wasn't home, leaving so much fluid, making my sofa all wet. I need to check if you're overflowing down there." "Mmm..." Fei Fei was about to speak when I grabbed her neck, and our two red, tender tongues intertwined tightly. My hand slipped under Fei Fei's skirt; although she was wearing grey, shimmering pantyhose, her lubrication had already overflowed, leaving a wet patch.

"You brat, is your husband not satisfying you? You come here to sneak a taste of your own medicine, and you're already this wet after watching a movie." My fingers traced the seam of Fei Fei's pantyhose, which was already slippery and quickly coated with a thin layer of sticky fluid.

"Don't say anything... Qi Qi... I want... I want it so much... Give it to me... Just now when I was watching the DVD... I wanted you so badly... I wanted you like you did in college... want me..." Fei Fei's breathing became heavy, and she slowly opened her legs to make it easier for me to caress her. Her hands were also tightly wrapped around me, and she reached under my silk, dark black, fitted, bell-sleeved shirt from behind to caress my spine.

Fei Fei's labia were very thick, and I could clearly feel the heart-pounding fleshiness even through the crotch of her pantyhose.

I kneaded them slightly through the pantyhose, occasionally teasing Fei Fei's clitoris.

"Ahhhhh!" I couldn't help but gasp. Suddenly, Feifei's hands reached under my white skirt, slipping inside my light black thong stockings, and she forcefully pulled on the waistband of my sheer black and purple floral V-neck thong, swaying it from side to side. The thin strap of her panties dug into my labia, the delicate fabric rubbing against my labia and clitoris. The sudden stimulation made me instantly hot, and my lower body felt numb and itchy. A surge of fluid involuntarily welled up from deep within me.

Stimulated by each other, we became frenzied. Feifei impatiently unbuttoned a few buttons and pulled open my shirt. I don't know where she got such a large bra, but I pulled Feifei's nightgown down from her shoulders to her waist. Neither of us unhooked our bras; we just pulled them down from our chests and hung them around our waists. We each cupped our breasts in our hands, our bodies pressed tightly together, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. Our two full breasts rubbed and pressed against each other, the four snow-white mounds constantly changing shape, the four bright pink nipples already erect, hard and swollen.

"Ahhhhhh!" The moans of the two women echoed through the living room.

"Qiqi...go out for a bit...are you tired...want me to give you a massage?" "You brat, what are you thinking now...you naughty idea...Oh...okay...a massage...if it's not comfortable...you'll regret it!" Feifei stood up from the sofa, pushed me back down, and took off my white skirt. Then she straddled my right leg, her genitals pressed tightly against my thigh, and began to move back and forth.

"Oh~~~ Kiki~~~ Does it feel good~~~ I'm so~~ happy~~ Ah~~~" Feifei rubbed herself quickly, one hand vigorously kneading her breasts. Feifei's breasts were very full, too large to be covered by one hand, revealing a large, plump mound. Her middle and index fingers were slightly separated, pinching and teasing her bright pink nipples. Her other hand gently glided her fingertips down my collarbone, lingering on my breasts and drawing concentric circles. This caress was very gentle, like a breeze, but it had a different kind of feeling, awakening every inch of my skin and every nerve ending.

That feeling rushed in quickly, and I became very wet down there, unconsciously starting to writhe on the sofa.

"Oh...mmm...so comfortable...so comfortable...but...it seems you're even more comfortable..." Feifei's hand reached into my lush, verdant valley, her fingers pinching the black and purple V-neck thong, already deeply embedded in the cleavage, through the thin pantyhose. She stretched it into a thin strip and began to stroke it in circles. Feifei's little hand seemed to possess magic; my labia became increasingly sensitive. With each twist, each swipe of the thin fabric, it felt as if an electric current was spreading through my entire body. Love fluid surged forth, overflowing my panties and pantyhose, flowing all the way to the sofa. I couldn't help but raise my buttocks and shake them vigorously, rubbing them against Feifei's little hand, where a source of pleasure resided.

"Qiqi? ~~So good~~So happy~~I want it~~~I want it~~~Ah~~~" Between Feifei's vulva and my thighs, there were only two layers of thin stockings tightly pressed together. Because of the constantly flowing lustful fluid, it became more and more wet and smooth. The tight, silky, and wet feeling constantly stimulated every cell of Feifei's labia and clitoris, making her go crazy. Her long hair swayed and flew around, and a low and powerful roar came from her tightly closed red lips. My legs began to tremble, my toes began to clench, and the transparent black pop high-heeled sandals I was wearing hung on my feet, dangling incessantly, as if they would fall off at any moment.

"Feifei~~~ I want it too~~~ Touch me here~~~ Harder~~~ Faster~~~" I grabbed Feifei's hand tightly and pressed it against my clitoris, which was already swollen and erect, yearning for a strong squeeze and kneading. Then, supporting myself with both hands, I sat up, pushed aside Feifei's hand on her full, snow-white breasts, and used my hot, moist lips to tightly hold Feifei's erect nipple in my mouth. Feifei's breasts were very full and firm, cone-shaped. Because she had never given birth, her nipples were not large, but bright red and tender, standing tall and graceful. When my lips touched her full breasts, and my tongue lightly sucked on her erect nipple, I could feel Feifei tremble. She made a satisfied "ss" sound, and her whole body pressed against my lips, as if she had a desire to stuff her entire breast into my mouth.

Ubiquitous Stocking Life (Part 4)

Fang Yan was practically half-lying back in his office chair, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the monitor showing his wife Qiqi and his best friend Feifei engaging in a steamy fake lovemaking act. It was the first time he had ever witnessed such a scene, the first time he had discovered that sex between women could be so stimulating. His lower body grew increasingly hard, like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment. The sheer black and purple V-neck thong that Qiqi had given him before leaving the house was tightly wrapped around his penis, his crotch already wet with his own secretions.

On the screen, Feifei rolled over, kneeling on the soft sofa, her plump, snow-white buttocks facing the camera, almost filling the entire screen. The center line of her gray and silver glitter pantyhose ran down her buttocks and disappeared into the lush pubic hair at the bottom. The pantyhose clung tightly to her crotch, her dark pubic hair lying obediently inside. A small portion of her thick labia struggled to peek out, barely visible, but a few drops of white fluid could be glimpsed from the deep crevice.

Kiki lay behind Feifei, her lips slightly parted, her tongue gently tracing Feifei's back and waist, a low, soft moan escaping her throat: "Oh... um..." Feifei felt as if every nerve ending was being caressed; her lower body relaxed, feeling a surge of fluid, her pantyhose and thighs becoming even wetter. Unconsciously, she arched her buttocks backward, rubbing them gently in circles against Kiki's lower abdomen. Kiki's hands started from the inside of Feifei's thighs, moving upwards along her abdomen, climbing to the snow-white peak, two fingers gently kneading Feifei's pink nipples.

Feifei seemed unable to control herself, suddenly tilting her head back and taking deep breaths, involuntarily making "oh oh" sounds. Qiqi also groaned a few times, her fingertips kneading even harder. Her cherry-sized nipples were already engorged and hard, even a little hot, changing shape seductively under her fingertips, her snow-white pear-shaped breasts swaying with them, like soft dough, or like ever-changing white clouds. Feifei felt as if the nerves in her nipples were directly connected to her brain, waves of stimulation surging through her, her whole body twisting uncontrollably, as if her body was falling apart, waves of love fluid gushing out from her lower body, even seeping through the gray pantyhose, forming a crystal-clear line, dripping onto the sofa, soon turning into a pool of clear water, an uncontrollable groan bursting from her throat, passing through her tongue, piercing the sky.

"Darling, you're moaning so loudly! Do you moan like that when you make love with your husband? Aren't you afraid your mother-in-law will hear and keep you awake?" Qiqi teased Feifei softly in her ear.

"Oh, Qiqi, I just can't control myself when I get excited! It's your fault for being so annoying, making me feel so good. I'm going to moan, I'm going to moan even louder! I remember you seemed to really enjoy hearing my moans when we were in school." "Darling, you can moan as loudly as you want now, like a bitch, no one will hear you. Hehe." Qiqi picked up the TV remote and switched to MTV, turning up the volume.

"Qiqi, I was lying on my stomach with my butt sticking out and moaning loudly, wasn't that really indecent and lewd? You touched me so nicely just now. I want more~~~" Feifei grabbed Qiqi's left hand and pressed it against her breast again.

"You slutty little bitch, always wanting more. I'm not satisfied yet, I have a new trick, we can have fun together." Qiqi changed her position, stretching her legs out on the sofa.

She grabbed and squeezed Feifei's plump buttocks hard with both hands, her fingers prying open the crotch of Feifei's gray and silver glitter pantyhose and tearing it open with force. Then she tore open her own light black thong pantyhose. The two women's genitals were freed from their restraints and exposed to the air. Dark pubic hair stretched out from the tightly pressed snow-white and pink skin, jumping joyfully. The tendrils were covered with crystal-clear milky white love fluid. Because Feifei was kneeling, the love fluid stored in her deep valley dripped down, slowly forming a crystal-clear stream, wetting both of their pantyhose and thighs.

"Darling, you're so wet...it smells so good..." Kiki's left index finger slid down Feifei's buttocks to her vulva, picking up some of the love juice. She gently brought it to her lips; it was crystal clear and milky white. Her red lips parted slightly, and her tongue lightly licked and sucked on her finger.

On the screen, the two women continued their passionate embrace. Kiki then took something out of the paper bag—a long, jade-colored, double-headed dragon, thick and large. She inserted one end into her own vagina and the other end into Feifei's vagina from behind.

"Oh..." "Ah..." The moment the double-headed dragon's glans entered their bodies, both women couldn't help but scream. Latin pop star Shikura was gyrating her hips like a motor on the MTV, and the high-pitched music made the two women even more unrestrained.

After the double-headed dragon penetrated Feifei, her empty vagina felt full. A tingling sensation traveled along the deep penetration of the glans, an electric current reaching deep into her body, passing through her uterus and all the way to her brain, causing her to writhe violently back and forth .

Feifei's writhing was transmitted along the thick, long shaft of the double-headed dragon to the depths of Qiqi's vagina, accompanied by soft moans.

"Darling, you little slut, why can't you hold back? Oh~~ Ah~~, you're already so crazy after just going in." Qiqi slapped Feifei's big buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand took out a bottle of baby oil from the paper bag, opened the cap, poured some onto her chest and nipples, and sprinkled some on Feifei's body and snow-white buttocks.

Qiqi pressed tightly against Feifei's body from behind, her arms supporting Feifei's head. Feifei immediately felt Qiqi's two hard nipples brushing against her back, tickling her. Her full breasts pressed tightly against my back, flattening into plump mounds. Kiki's moans amplified, swirling around my ears; it must have felt incredibly good too.

"Baby, is it too heavy? Don't lie down!" Kiki's breasts rubbed against my back, slowly moving down to my waist, then swirling around on Feifei's buttocks. Her two small, hard nipples were like buttons on a remote control; each press brought a tremor and a soft moan from Feifei.

"Kiki, baby, it feels so good~~ You're so good at this~~ But I'm a little embarrassed..." "You're embarrassed? You're so sexy today..." "It's not that I'm embarrassed... my butt... my butt is a little dirty... I'm embarrassed because your boobs are touching me there." "You just took a shower and you're all clean and smooth now, it's okay, darling, as long as you're happy." Kiki said as she continued to tease Fei Fei's buttocks with her nipples. Every time the hard nipples touched her anus, Fei Fei felt a current pass through her, and her anus involuntarily contracted.

Fei Fei felt a cool, slippery liquid flowing down her buttocks with her violent twisting. When it passed her anus, her sphincter muscles couldn't help but contract and wriggle, and then her dark pubic hair was submerged in the cool liquid, sticking together in a slippery stickiness.

"Oh my god, is Kiki going to massage my little asshole? But then I thought, that's impossible, right?" A surge of excitement or anticipation coursed through Fei Fei's heart, spreading everywhere, and her body writhed more violently.

Waves of love juice flowed from her vagina, mixing with the oil, indistinguishable from each other.

Fei Fei felt her desire was on a highway, her nerves were accelerating, the speed was increasing, and the exit to orgasm was already in sight. She became bolder and simply said, "Put it in me, darling, fill all my little holes." Kiki lifted her breasts with her hands and slowly pressed her hard nipples against Fei Fei's little asshole, gently parting the surrounding muscles with her right hand. Because it was fully wet, the entire nipple was pushed in.

"Ahhhhhh!" The intense, strange stimulation made both women scream loudly. Fei Fei was extremely stimulated by the hard nipple inserted into her anus, while Kiki was overwhelmed by the same stimulation of her nipples being tightly gripped by the muscles of Fei Fei's vagina.

The softness of her breasts and the flesh of her buttocks pressed tightly together, intensifying the psychological stimulation for both women through this unique form of lovemaking. Their hips involuntarily writhed violently back and forth, the large dildos thrusting against each other, their love juices gushing forth.

Feifei was on the verge of climax, and her courage grew. She cried out, "Darling, use your hands, can you massage my buttocks again?" Feifei made this request because the sensation of her nipples being inserted into her anus felt so good; she felt close to orgasm, but it lacked a certain intensity.

Before Feifei could think further, Qiqi's fingers had already gently caressed that area. Qiqi was quite the player. Her hands alternately brushed against Feifei's buttocks, seemingly intentionally lingering over Feifei's anus each time, gently teasing it. Each time, Feifei would tremble with excitement. With each tease, her excitement became bouncy, the muscles around her pink anus contracting and relaxing, a slippery fluid covering the entire area. With the undulating muscles around her anus, it was like a fish's mouth gently swallowing and releasing water, occasionally releasing a bubble.

Waves of trembling swept through her body; there was only a beginning, no end. Waves of pleasure accumulated in her brain, only rising, never falling. Feifei felt like she was going crazy under Qiqi's teasing. Her hips twisted wildly, the double-headed penis sliding back and forth in the wet, pink flesh. Each entry brought out a lot of milky white love fluid, covering the entire shaft and dripping onto the sofa, leaving it soaking wet.

"I want it~~ I want it~~~ Kiki?~~ I hate you~~ I want to fuck you~~ I want to fuck you~~ I want to fuck you to death~~ You teased me like this~~ Oh~~ Ah~~ I'm coming~~~ I'll fuck you to death~~ This little slut!" Fei Fei screamed wildly, her snow-white buttocks writhing wildly, sometimes back and forth, sometimes up and down, left and right, as if her fierce movements would extend along the double-headed dragon penis straight to Kiki's little hole, as if she had a penis, the other end of the penis was rushing into Kiki's honey hole.

"Does it feel good?" Fei Fei heard Kiki speak softly to her from behind, but before she could react, she just hummed in response. Suddenly, she felt a finger slowly inserted into her anus.

"Ah~~" Fei Fei screamed. Her anus was really tight, but Kiki's movements were very light and steady. The insertion was not deep, but it just gently wriggled along the slippery oil and slowly probed in. Her other hand grabbed her snow-white buttocks and kneaded them, making her feel very comfortable.

Because her body was already very slippery, Feifei felt Qiqi's slender index finger quickly slide into her rectum. It was warm and slippery inside, and the muscles of the rectum gripped Qiqi's finger tightly. With continuous lubrication, Qiqi's finger moved in and out of the rectum. The feeling of both small holes being tightly filled and squeezed made Feifei feel like she was about to reach her climax. "Okay, I won't stop, Feifei baby, I'll fuck you to death like this... Don't stop your ass either... Oh... I'm almost there too..." Qiqi's moans grew louder, accompanied by heavy breathing.

Under Feifei's twisting, Qiqi was also a little overwhelmed. Although she didn't move much, the glans of the dildo seemed to come alive, tearing and struggling deep inside her body. Her hands couldn't help but grab Feifei's buttocks and slender waist, and her own hips couldn't help but move more and more. The sofa was covered in dripping baby oil, wet and slippery. Every movement felt like it had no friction; the slightest movement would cause it to slide far out, the glans inside her vagina striking her uterus deeply, each thrust hitting her flesh. A jolt of electricity shot through her cervix, numbing her entire body, the muscles at her vaginal opening and urethra unable to control themselves.

"Ahhhhhh... I... I... need... to... pee..." Streams of pale yellow liquid gushed from Kiki's urethra, shooting out in jets. Both women's bodies were completely soaked, their pantyhose stained with saliva, vaginal fluid, oil, and urine—a battle in the water, almost every part of their bodies wet and glistening, shimmering with a lascivious sheen.

Feifei felt a warm spray onto her legs, slightly dazed, never expecting Kiki to be the first to lose control of her bladder. He continued to scream incessantly, "You little slut, you teased me, you teased me, oh~~~ I fucked you to death, didn't I? It felt good, didn't it? You peed...you peed...haha~~~ Ah~~~ Ah~~~ Ah~~~~ I'm here~~~" Fang Yan watched the two women go crazy on the monitor. In their final screams and ejaculations, he also released his countless offspring, covering Xiao Ya's crumpled flesh-colored pantyhose. After

catching his breath and resting for a while, watching the two women hugging each other tightly on the sofa and kissing tenderly, Fang Yan felt that he wanted it again. He quickly got up, tidied himself up, grabbed his keys and bag, and rushed out of the office, heading towards the place of sexual bliss.

The ubiquitous life of stockings (5)

Just as Fang Yan was about to get on the elevator, Xiao Ya called out to him. "Manager Fang, President Hu wants you to come over immediately." Xiaoya is the secretary in the president's office. While not exceptionally beautiful, she has a stunning figure—a slim waist, long legs, a full bust, and a pert bottom. What's more, she always wears various short skirts, high heels, and stockings, rain or shine, making her a veritable enchantress. Fang Yan originally only liked thin, revealing stockings and wasn't particularly fond of thick velvet or wool stockings. However, one winter at the company's annual party, he saw Xiaoya wearing black knee-high, wide-legged, tasseled high-heeled boots, paired with thick black velvet stockings tightly wrapped around her slender thighs. He was instantly aroused, unable to resist, and his lower body reacted immediately. From then on, whenever the unremarkable Xiaoya appeared in any setting, Fang Yan's gaze would uncontrollably linger on her legs and the hem of her skirt, wishing he could stick to them and disappear under her skirt. However, Xiaoya had a knack for it. Although her skirt was very short, she was very careful not to expose herself when standing or sitting. Once, Xiaoya wore an extremely short, bodycon seersucker dress. When she sat on a chair, the hem of her skirt slipped up, revealing the seam of her flesh-colored, shiny pantyhose at the top of her thighs. However, there was still no gap between her legs. The gap between the hem of her skirt and her legs was like a black hole, swallowing all the light and blocking Fang Yan's view. Fang Yan was so angry at that moment that he gritted his teeth.

Xiaoya has a very lively personality. Fangyan often jokes with her, and they always have a good laugh. Occasionally, he'll throw in a few dirty jokes, but Xiaoya is equally unyielding, meeting them head-on without any shyness or feigned embarrassment. Fangyan has tried a few times to take things further and get to the real thing, but he always fails, easily deflected by Xiaoya's subtle maneuvers, leaving him extremely disappointed. The feeling of not being able to have his cake and eat it is undoubtedly a huge disappointment, and it also brings a deeper temptation.

Unable to seize the opportunity to have sex with Xiaoya anytime soon, Fangyan can only project his deep lust onto her clothes, constantly plotting how to get his hands on her pantyhose or underwear. Opportunities

aren't plentiful, but God always favors the persistent. The pair of pantyhose Fangyan ejaculated on in the office just now was obtained through a combination of unintentional and deliberate chance.

Last time, Fang Yan took several brothers and sisters on a long business trip, including Xiao Ya. After a week of eating, drinking, and having fun with the client, they were finally ready to wrap up and return to Beijing. Because their flight was late, everyone checked out at noon and left their luggage in the hotel lobby before heading out to explore nearby attractions. Fang Yan made an excuse to meet an old classmate and found a chance to slip away from the group and sneak back to the hotel lobby. Then, using another excuse, he secretly took Xiao Ya's suitcase into the restroom.

As Fang Yan closed the restroom door and prepared to unzip the suitcase, his face flushed, his heart pounded, and his lips twitched. He felt like a virgin finally about to unveil the goddess he had long admired for a thousand years, a feeling he hadn't experienced when he first took off his wife Qi Qi's denim miniskirt. The contents of the suitcase surprised Fang Yan even more. A bag of underwear and a bag of pantyhose filled a third of the space. The bras were all various styles of lace embroidery, ranging from full cup to half cup. The panties, aside from a few seamless transparent lace embroidery styles, were mostly thongs, almost dazzling Fang Yan's eyes. The bud-like styles were almost entirely made of thin straps, with only a thin piece of fabric at the crotch. The junction of the straps at the buttocks and waist was decorated with delicate lace knots. No wonder Fang Yan could always wear no underwear on Xiao Ya's round, pert buttocks all summer. There were black mesh styles with small bows and lace trim, cloud-patterned embroidery at the back waistband inlaid with transparent emeralds, and purple transparent tulle styles with leopard print at the crotch, a full-length openwork butterfly embroidery on the front, and eight small white pearls connecting the waistband at the upper part of the buttocks. The large bag of underwear was haphazardly placed, clearly stuffed in carelessly. When Fang Yan opened several thongs, he found varying shades of yellow stains on the crotch. This discovery made his lower body even harder, causing him to tremble slightly. Fang Yan couldn't resist pressing the crotch of the leopard-print thong tightly to his nose, taking a few deep breaths. A strong, feminine scent filled his senses, exploding with a bang, and his blood rushed to his genitals, a feeling of impending explosion washing over him.

He pulled down his pants, and his penis sprang out with a thud, eager and pent-up desire. He continued to bring the crotch of the leopard-print thong to his lips, his tongue gliding over the faint yellow stains. There wasn't much taste, but the intimate contact of bodily fluids stirred his fantasies. At that moment, Xiao Ya's legs parted before him, pink flowers blooming amidst the black bushes, and he was buried deep within, gently sucking the morning dew from the blossoms. The other hand eagerly untied another bag, revealing a dazzling array of colorful pantyhose: black, flesh-colored, purple, coffee-colored, smoky gray, light white, sparkly, silver-glittery, padded T-crotch, bikini-style, checkered, diamond-patterned, with rhinestones at the ankle, and even a few without a crotch or with embroidered straps. Each pair was exactly as it was when its owner removed them—some with rolled-up edges, some with wrinkled hems, some with deeply rolled-up waistbands exposing the crotch, some with one leg facing forward and the other backward. Fang Yan almost instantly buried his head in the pile of pantyhose, deeply inhaling their scent. It wasn't overpowering, just a faint, fleshy fragrance and a light leathery aroma.

"Little vixen, truly a little vixen that's irresistibly alluring," Fang Yan couldn't help but groan inwardly.

"It's unbearable, you little vixen, I'll fuck you to death."

Imagining Xiaoya wearing these clothes, imagining the allure of Xiaoya gently undressing them, Fang Yan couldn't resist taking off his trousers and underwear, and putting on a pair of Xiaoya's coffee-colored diamond-patterned glittery pantyhose. The crotch of the pantyhose tightly hugged his hardness, and with the slightest sway of his body, the pantyhose would gently rub against his glans, like Xiaoya's pink lips deeply enveloping him, or like the tip of her tender red tongue lightly licking it. His hands stroked back and forth on the pantyhose, and if he and Xiaoya's stockinged legs were tightly intertwined, the silky smoothness of the pantyhose would send shivers through his legs like electric currents, all the way to the tip of his hardness, and his urethra would involuntarily release a lot of fluid, wetting the crotch of the pantyhose.

When Fang Yan used to read erotic novels, whenever there was a scene where the male protagonist ejaculated on a woman's pantyhose, underwear, and high heels, nine times out of ten he wouldn't clean it up afterwards, deliberately creating a... He fantasized about the strange satisfaction a woman would feel wearing underwear stained with his semen. He initially thought it was pure nonsense; firstly, it would be obvious—the strong, pungent smell of semen wouldn't dissipate easily, like the semen stains on Lewinsky's dress, they would linger; secondly, this mentality was hard to understand, purely pointless and meaningless. But today, when Fang Yan saw the stain of prostatic fluid on Xiao Ya's close-fitting, coffee-colored, diamond-patterned, silver-embroidered pantyhose tightly encasing his hardness, he imagined Xiao Ya wearing them one day. Even after washing, there would still be a feeling of bodily fluid mingling, as if his own fluids, through the most secretive lurking, would, at that moment and in all the days to come, secretly invade that lush forest, that beautiful flower, mingling with the morning dew on the grass, and the nectar on the petals.

Prostatic fluid has almost no smell. Fang Yan gripped his hardness tightly, his urethral opening slightly... Zhang vomited a lot of bodily fluids, dabbing them on his fingers and applying them to the nipples of Xiaoya's bras, the crotch of her thongs with their light yellow stains, and the crotch of her pantyhose, leaving behind small, wet, glistening dots.

After doing this, Fang Yan felt a surge of urgency and almost wanted to finish in the bathroom, but fearing that Xiaoya and the others might return early and find out, he restrained his overwhelming desire.

Fang Yan was an extremely cautious person. Faced with a huge pile of used underwear and pantyhose, this colorful and dazzling treasure trove, he dared not take much, nor did he dare take anything particularly novel or tempting. He only took one pair of flesh-colored pantyhose with a strong odor from the largest quantity and wore it close to his legs. He also only took one pair of black, ordinary thongs, the largest quantity, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Fang Yan took out his camera and started photographing the pile of underwear and pantyhose from various angles . He snapped a few photos from a sharp angle, especially the thongs stained with pale yellow discharge, which was quite eye-catching. Then he quickly packed his bags and suitcase and returned to the hotel lobby. While packing, Fang Yan found two boxes of OB tampons, which are rarely used by women nowadays, in a corner of his suitcase. One box was already opened and quite empty. He took one out and imagined the entire snow-white, slender tampon being inserted into Xiao Ya's vagina, with only a short white thread sticking out and dangling. He couldn't help but clench his anus a few times. Fang Yan didn't like watching videos of menstrual items online, but just thinking about the allure of an OB tampon peeking out of a woman's vagina stirred up an inexplicable feeling of witnessing female masturbation.

On the way to the airport and on the plane, Fang Yan deliberately found opportunities to sit next to Xiao Ya, pretending to doze off.

That day, Xiaoya wore a black lace-trimmed denim mini-skirt, black shimmering pantyhose, and black snakeskin-patterned pointed-toe open-toe high-heeled shoes with shiny silver metallic heels. Fang Yan's gaze was fixed on Xiaoya's thighs and shoes. While admiring the sheen of Xiaoya's pantyhose and the allure of her high heels, he gently stroked the original flesh-colored pantyhose that Xiaoya had changed out of, which were now wrapped around his own body, with one hand inside his belt. Occasionally, he would feign an unintentional sway. He had a strange feeling, as if he wasn't fighting alone at that moment, but rather Xiaoya possessed him, her slender legs tightly intertwined with his, a deep embrace, her legs in sexy black shimmering pantyhose gently rubbing against his own. The sensation of the pantyhose through his skin felt like currents spreading through his lower body. Having traveled together and fantasized the whole way, Fang Yan finally couldn't resist going to the bathroom just before the plane was about to descend. He stroked Xiao Ya's pantyhose on his legs and licked the light yellow secretions on Xiao Ya's black thong panties. He ejaculated amidst the huge roar of the plane, and countless offspring were drawn out by the vacuum negative pressure of the toilet and scattered to the clouds.

As Fang Yan gently knocked on the door of the president's office, a clear and soft female voice came from inside, "Come in!"

The ubiquitous life of stockings] (VI)

When Fang Yan walked out of the elevator, he happened to see Chairman Zhang Yiming walking back to his office from the president's office. His bald head was covered with a thin layer of short hair that was shiny and oily. His back was bloated and sluggish. Fang Yan

straightened his clothes and gently knocked on the door of the president's office. A clear and soft female voice came from inside, "Come in!" Fang Yan walked into the office quickly and gently closed the door. The stereo in the room was playing soothing piano music. A woman stood before a large, floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city. She wore a blue-purple suit skirt, her rounded, pert buttocks tracing a graceful arc, like a ripe, juicy peach. Her long, slender legs were encased in dark brown, shimmering pantyhose, the ankles adorned with sparkling phoenix-tail rhinestones. High-end dark purple suede stilettos with gold trim and buckles graced her delicate feet. Even from behind, her presence was irresistibly alluring, tempting men to seduce her. Hearing Fang Yan enter, the woman turned around. Her white lace-trimmed, pointed-collar blouse was half-buttoned, revealing a patch of snow-white neck. Her breasts stretched the blouse taut, seemingly about to burst free; a keen eye would notice the prominent, erect nipples on her chest.

This is Hu Qing, the president of Fangyan Company and wife of Chairman Zhang Yiming. It's said she was previously a mistress, only becoming his official wife a couple of years ago. She appears to be around thirty years old, sexy yet aloof, gentle yet haughty. She's the goddess countless men in the company dream of seducing. After Fangyan joined the company, his good abilities earned him Hu Qing's appreciation. The two often traveled together for work, and their relationship was quite good, even sometimes falling into a subtle ambiguity after drinking. Sometimes, some of their words seemed innocuous, but Fangyan always felt there were deep implications behind them. However, given Hu Qing's status as Chairman Zhang's wife and the excellent benefits the company offered, Fangyan wanted to continue working there, so he was always cautious in his words and actions, afraid of accidentally causing trouble.

"You're here. Please have a seat. I have something to ask you." Hu Qing glanced at Fang Yan, then walked towards her desk. Her heels were extremely thin and sharp, swaying on the expensive marble floor with a captivating sound. Fang Yan wished he could transform into the floor's mirror tile at that moment, letting those slender ankles and pointed heels lightly touch him. As they brushed past each other, a delicate fragrance wafted over him. Her silky, smooth hair cascaded over her shoulders, creating waves as she moved. Her waist was incredibly slender, no more than eighteen inches, truly a willow's waist, so thin it could be grasped in one hand, swaying like a willow in the wind.

From the fleeting glimpse of the beautiful young woman's eyes, Fang Yan sensed a unique languor. Besides the scent of perfume, the air seemed to carry a faint, lingering scent of the woman's recent sexual encounter, subtle yet persistent.

This unusual discovery heightened Fang Yan's senses. Hu Qing's suit seemed unable to conceal the thousand charms she exuded after being thoroughly ravaged by a man; her every movement radiated a languid languor born of intense pleasure. An ancient saying goes: "A willow waist sways gracefully, a flower's heart gently folds, dewdrops fall on the peony's bloom, tinged with a touch of numbing sweetness." Fang Yan maliciously wondered if Hu Qing's peony heart was currently damp, oozing sweet dew.

Hu Qing slumped into the executive chair, leaning languidly against the brocade cushions. The smooth melody of "Für Elise" playing from the stereo further amplified her languid weakness. Her face was delicate and beautiful, like a flower. Only a few faint wrinkles clung to the corners of her eyes; even so, her allure surpassed that of any young woman Fang Yan had ever encountered.

"Fang Yan, how's your Longhua company project going? The chairman just came over to urge us again. It's always so uncertain, I can't protect you anymore." Although Hu Qing speaks fluent Mandarin, her tone has a soft, coquettish Wu dialect flavor because she's from Suzhou.

"I visited several departments in Longhua's Beijing branch that are in charge of this project these past two days. There are basically no problems. The delay is because this project uses a completely new model, and there are some details and cost issues that need to be addressed with headquarters. After all, this project is being piloted at the Beijing branch, and the current structure determines the foundation for its nationwide rollout, so we have to be cautious. Also, large national state-owned enterprises have many rules and regulations, and a lot of efficiency is compromised through layers of approval processes." Fang Yan's gaze, peering through the desk, landed on Hu Qing's raised legs. Her dark brown, shimmering pantyhose were of excellent quality, ultra-thin and without a single wrinkle. Sunlight streamed through the clear glass, falling on her legs, making golden glitter dance and sparkle. Fang Yan's pupils seemed to sparkle. Her short, blue-purple pencil skirt, about twenty centimeters above the knee, had a small slit on the side, drawing the eye in. And if one looked further in, one would see that plump, seemingly still-dripping vulva!

"It seems they're planning to start production at the end of October. It's already mid-September, and they're still unsure about our company's involvement. Can the project's progress be guaranteed?" Hu Qing shifted her position, lying comfortably. One of her shoes slipped off her heel, leaving her deep purple suede stiletto with gold trim and buckles dangling precariously from her toe.

"I spoke with General Manager Wu and General Manager Zhang, and they told me not to rush. This project is imperative, and the production start date is a non-negotiable deadline. Therefore, the longer it drags on, the better it will be for our final price negotiations. So far, they haven't made any preparations to start production without our involvement. In other words, without us, their project definitely won't be completed on time, and they'll be held accountable by the head office. Nobody dares to take that responsibility." Fang Yan glanced furtively at Hu Qing's dangling heel, her heart pounding with anxiety.

"Okay, you need to keep a close eye on this project. It's our chance to get into Longhua Company, don't let it fall apart. I'll explain to the chairman. Fang Yan, come here." Hu Qing straightened up, her full breasts pressing against the edge of the table, revealing half of her snow-white orbs through her half-buttoned shirt.

"Oh. Hmm?" Fang Yan didn't react for a moment, slightly taken aback.

"Come here, come over here. Have you temporarily lost your hearing?" Hu Qing stared intently at Fang Yan, smiling gently, her smile instantly captivating.

Fang Yan noticed a clear difference in Hu Qing's expression. He quickly shut his mouth and walked forward.

"Fang Yan, do I look much older than when you first joined the company?" Hu Qing fiddled with a hairband in her hand, then said softly after a moment.

"Old? How could I be old? Mr. Hu, you look at most eighteen. Look at the new female employees we've hired; compared to you, I think they've lied about their ages on their resumes." Fang Yan didn't dare not respond, nor did he dare cross the line, so he casually made a joke.

"I'm already over thirty, how could I not be old?" Hu Qing chuckled at first, then, as if remembering something, she became resentful. Looking at the young and handsome Fang Yan in front of her, a strange feeling stirred in her heart. "If I really am not old, would you be willing to tie my hair into a ponytail for me?"

Hu Qing's sudden remark startled Fang Yan. Meeting her eyes, he saw a hint of teasing mockery, a sigh of fading youth, and even a touch of melancholy and sorrow amidst the chaos.

"Ms. Hu, Ms. Hu, I have absolutely no idea how to do hair! You're making things difficult for me. How about you send me to a beauty academy for a year or two of training, with the same salary and benefits? After I graduate, I'll be the first person to style your hair?" Fang Yan didn't dare refuse directly, nor did he dare to obediently comply, so he resorted to his usual witty banter, trying to bluff his way out.

He put on an extremely sincere expression, even though he knew his words weren't entirely genuine. But what else could he do? Just as he was caught in a dilemma, a large expanse of snow-white skin suddenly appeared before his eyes, like solidified cream, like white jade. Hu Qing had suddenly stood up, and the exposed skin beneath her half-buttoned shirt shone with a dazzling white light. Half of her full, round breast peeked out from her purple and black lace-embroidered demi-cup bra, the edge of her areola faintly visible as a tender pink. Her curvaceous figure exuded an irresistible allure, firmly captivating Fang Yan's gaze.

Hu Qing was truly stunning. Her usual coldness combined with her current fiery allure created a seductive contrast. Even Fang Yan, a seasoned veteran of love affairs, who had explored countless breasts and valleys, was momentarily stunned. Catching a fleeting moment of confusion in Fang Yan's expression, and the naked greed in his eyes, Hu Qing, who had been shrouded in a vague melancholy and a sudden sense of loss, suddenly became happy. Perhaps to further prove her charm, she smiled and took another step closer, asking in a teasing tone, half-ambiguous and half-provoking, "I see, you don't dare, do you?" Fang Yan was already tormented by reason and desire, hesitant to act. Hearing Hu Qing's coquettish teasing, and seeing the undisguised contempt and mockery in her eyes, a surge of heat exploded from his heart, rushing straight to his mind. A man can endure this, but not this. He can't be impotent, he can do whatever he wants. He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and stepped forward, pressing his body tightly against the woman's. His eyes were fixed on Hu Qing with a fierce gaze, hoping to see panic in her. Through the thin shirt, an indescribable softness and elasticity emanated from her, the heat of her flesh and the fragrance of her hair mingling together.

But Fang Yan still didn't dare to move, didn't dare to reach out and hug Tang Qing. This stalemate was perhaps a better form of protection. "I responded, but I still didn't cross the line.

" *Ring ring... Ring ring*, the office phone on the desk suddenly rang, instantly dispelling the thick, ambiguous atmosphere in the room. The flirtatious look in Tang Qing's eyes slowly faded. She turned around and pressed the speakerphone button. Xiao Ya's voice came through: "President Hu, it's Mr. Ma from Kaiyuan Company on the phone, line 3." "President Hu, you have a call, so I'll go out first. I'll push the project forward as soon as possible." Fang Yan quickly took the opportunity to step back, leaving the president's office without waiting for Hu Qing's reply.

Stepping out of the room, Fang Yan felt a chill run down his spine, covered in cold sweat. Forgetting to appreciate the spring scenery, he greeted Xiao Ya across the room and hurried home.

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