My Socks Fetish

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Foreword: All the allure of stockings and pantyhose will be showcased here. Office ladies, flight attendants,
saleswomen, hotel supervisors—I will describe every profession that wears stockings, because I have this
experience: I live for stockings. Stockings are humanity's most beautiful creation, a marvel adorning women's thighs and buttocks
. After reading my article, you too will fall in love with these thin, smooth, transparent stockings
.
Chapter One
: My First Love for Stockings Perhaps it's related to my Oedipus complex. In the second year of junior high, I began to develop. My
penis could achieve an erection, but I couldn't ejaculate yet because I already knew how to masturbate and started having
many sexual fantasies. It was by chance. It
was probably autumn, and women were wearing skirts and stockings. At that time, pantyhose weren't popular in mainland China,
so my mother dressed like that too, wearing a tight-fitting pencil skirt and long stockings. One noon, I was secretly
reading a pornographic novel, which I had borrowed from a classmate. No one was home at the time (my father had died early)
, and my mother, who worked at a state-owned hotel, usually didn't come home for lunch. I was reading the novel
while masturbating. Since I occasionally read in my mother's bed, suddenly my hand touched something very silky.
My hand instantly felt like it had been electrocuted—a feeling I still can't describe. I looked down and saw that
my mother had placed a pair of stockings by the pillow. Why did touching the stockings feel so good? My
tongue involuntarily pressed against my forehead; I was clearly very aroused. I felt a throbbing sensation in my lower body,
more intense than ever before. I stopped reading the novel and began to intently stroke the stockings. In an instant, I felt the urge to wear them
. Without hesitation, I took off my pants and put the stockings on. Because I'm thin and have
good skin, I experienced a feeling that made me realize for the first time how wonderful it is to be a woman. The stockings
felt incredibly comfortable on my legs—tight, and most importantly, silky soft. I became very excited, stroking
my stockinged legs and rubbing my genitals. Then, a spasm ran through me,
and I was overwhelmed with pleasure, releasing all my energy. When I recovered, I realized I had fallen in love with stockings. Later, I learned
that this was a sexual psychological disorder: fetishism. It started with stockings, but later I developed a liking for my mother's underwear, bras,
and the then-popular, very feminine stirrup pants. From these things, I discovered that my mother had become
the object of my daily sexual fantasies.
Now, I'd like to introduce my mother. When I was in the second year of junior high school, my mother was only 31 years old. I started school early, and she had me early too. At that time, she worked at a state-owned hotel. Although she was only 31, she was already 　　the youngest supervisor
in the hotel .
My mother wasn't particularly beautiful, but she possessed a mature woman's charm, especially when she wore her hotel
business attire: a white blouse, a black miniskirt, and stockings that accentuated her beautiful legs. Her breasts were quite
large, maybe a 35D, I'm not sure, but they always seemed very tight through the buttons of her blouse. Her
hips were also very shapely, especially when she wore stirrup pants; they were very sexy. My mother was about 1.7 meters tall, with a very
voluptuous figure that made men want to sleep with her. Because of her profession, she had many pairs of stockings and
various kinds of underwear. I gradually began to like my mother's underwear, often secretly taking them
out at home, especially the thin, silky, stretchy ones that clung tightly to my lower body.
Then, thinking of my mother's body, I would rub myself against her in bed, and each time I would ejaculate passionately, then clean up afterwards.
At first, because I didn't have pantyhose, when I played with stockings, I liked to rub them against my lower body to
stimulate it. Later, I felt that this was becoming less and less stimulating, so I had a sudden inspiration: I secretly
cut off my mother's stockings, leaving only the top part, and sewed the top parts of the two stockings together with a needle and thread, making a
pair of pantyhose panties. Then I wore them, and the feeling was really stimulating (it turns out that what I designed was very
different from the pantyhose I later made). I still have a vivid imagination. Every night I would wear these
stockings under the covers, because my mother had many stockings, and she had no way of knowing that hers was missing. That was
me in junior high school, starting a fetish for stockings and a mother complex. Basically, I masturbated. My mother was also very busy with work, so she
rarely had time to talk to me or spend time with me, but I knew she cared about me as her son.
When I was in high school, my mother was 33 years old, but she didn't look old at all; in fact, she seemed to be getting younger. That was
because I had excellent grades, and she didn't worry about me, focusing solely on her work. My mother has become a hotel manager
with her own office, which is great. But for years, I've still fantasized about her sexually, and it's only gotten more and more
obsessive. What I can't control is the availability of new pantyhose. One day, when my mother wasn't
home, after finishing my homework, I found myself wanting to check if she had any new
stockings, panties, or bras in her closet. Every time, I excitedly rummage through her wardrobe. My mother keeps her personal items
in a drawer inside the closet. When I opened it, I saw many items that I had already handled and even used
on, items I was tired of. Undeterred, I continued rummaging. At the bottom of the drawer, I found a pair of
stockings folded together, appearing heavier than the other stockings. A surge of joy filled me. Could these be
the pantyhose the young girls wore on TV? Could they really be the pantyhose I'd been dreaming of? Excitedly, I unfolded the stockings
. Yes, a pair of very sheer, flesh-colored, thin pantyhose. Shit, this is fucking shit! Has Mom really started
wearing these stockings? I've never seen them when I hang clothes out to dry. Never mind that, I immediately took off my pants
and put the stockings on. I was born to wear these stockings. After putting them on, I found the stockings very
stimulating to my lower body. I stroked my thighs and buttocks, feeling like I was touching Mom's body.
But just before I ejaculated, I quickly pulled down the waistband of the stockings, letting it drip outside to avoid getting it dirty. I kissed the stockings
; they smelled so good, just like Mom's body. I didn't sleep well that night. I had a goal in my mind
: I had to see Mom wearing stockings, and without underwear. That's what beauty is, I really think it
's a kind of beauty, something you probably can't understand.
Back then, to prepare for the peak tourist season, many leaders had to work overtime, and my mother was no exception. Sometimes she would come home
very late. I was also focused on my exams, so I temporarily put my stockings aside. I was pretty good at controlling myself,
and since I only loved my mother, I didn't want to disappoint her with my grades. After the exams came the National Day holiday.
I did well on the exams, and my mother rewarded me with 100 yuan. I didn't take it for the time being, telling her I would ask for it if I needed it. I don't
know why, but my mother was very emotional that day. She said I was very obedient, and she felt comforted, but sometimes she felt lonely .
I quickly said, "Mom, I will stay home with you." I never expected that a few days later, I would completely change my
relationship with my mother. It might be incest, but it can't be called incest because I never slept with my mother. We only
comforted each other, bringing each other to orgasm.
About four days after the National Day holiday, I spent almost every day alone at home, playing with
my stockings and masturbating. It felt really good at that time. After each release, I
would read a book and watch TV like a normal person. On the morning of the fourth day, I took out all of my mother's pantyhose
—flesh-colored, black, gray, and tan—and put them on in the living room
, admiring myself in the large mirror, feeling like a woman. Of course, by this time, my penis was very erect and
firm, making the pantyhose look like an umbrella. But the transparency made it look like looking at a woman's genitals; it was all just
a dark blur. Just as I was admiring myself, the door suddenly opened, and my mother appeared in the doorway. She was wearing
a semi-transparent white blouse, a tight white elastic skirt, dark flesh-colored pantyhose, and white high heels—
very sexy. I froze for a moment; the air seemed to freeze for ten seconds. My mother looked at
me with a surprised expression. Suddenly, I felt that my mother was really sexy today, making my already hard
penis even thicker and harder. The pantyhose were almost bursting under the pressure. My mother spoke first: "What's wrong?
What are you doing?" I stood there completely at a loss, so I simply sat down on the sofa
. Since I'd already been discovered, I figured I might as well be honest with my mom. I said, "Mom, come here. I want to tell you what's on my mind, and you'll understand
why I did what I did." My mom slowly walked over to me, sat down beside me, and said in a gentle tone, "
Go ahead, I'm listening. I'll try my best to understand what you've done." So I told my mom about my stocking fetish
and how I started liking to look at her body. I tried to say that it was uncontrollable, and sometimes I was just appreciating
it. I didn't say it affected my grades or anyone else. I'm not a pervert; I wouldn't rape
a woman. I just appreciate and like beautiful legs and buttocks in stockings. I talked for almost three hours
without my mom saying a word. Several times, her sexy outfit made me hard again, and my mom noticed. I saw
her blush. Her breasts were almost bursting out; even though she was wearing a bra, I could feel
the allure through her shirt. Her beautiful legs were crossed, filling me with fantasies about what lay between them. After a long silence, Mom
finally spoke, her voice choked with emotion: "I know you're a good child, and I know I rarely have time
to spend with you, so it makes you feel a little... I understand your hobbies, really, I'm so glad you can
talk to me like this, thank you." She then hugged me tightly, my face pressed against her chest. It felt
so big, so soft, so firm, and I wanted to cry too.
We hugged for a long time, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found my pantyhose off
, and I was wearing long pants. Mom wasn't home. She left a note on the table: "Child, when you wake up, go
to Mom's room and pick out what you want to see Mom wear. Then Mom will show it to you when I get home tonight. Oh, and your
penis is very big, you've grown up." I felt a surge of joy. Then I noticed lipstick marks on my penis
. Had Mom kissed it? I thought about it, and felt an indescribable thrill. I ran to my mom's room.
Wow, she had laid out her underwear, panties, stockings, and some sexy clothes on the bed. Looking at her
personal items, I carefully selected a white lace bra, a pair of pink semi-sheer elastic
panties, a pair of 10D thick flesh-colored pantyhose without a crotch, and a pair of white silk (slightly transparent) but
very stretchy leggings—she rarely wore them, probably because she wasn't too comfortable wearing them. I also picked out a white t-shirt.
That was it. I didn't know when my mom would be back, so I read in my room and fell asleep without realizing it. I don't know how
long I slept, but I was woken up by a pair of hands. It was my mom.
"Mom, you're back!" I looked again, and instantly all sleepiness vanished. I saw that my mom was already wearing
the clothes I had chosen: a white top that made her breasts look full, and white leggings that made her long legs look incredibly beautiful.
"Mom, you look so pretty!" "Really? You like Mom?" "Yes." My mother was pacing back and forth in the room in high heels
, her full, white buttocks flashing in front of me. "Mom, what are you doing?"
I still didn't understand her actions. She stopped and said, "I want you to understand the female body early on,
and to help you overcome your fetish. So tonight, I want to fulfill all your requests. To be honest, Mom is lonely
and wants someone to comfort me. Can you do that?" I was stunned. It seemed impossible. "Okay,
why can't I?" I stood up and carefully admired my mother: "Mom, are you wearing pantyhose?" Mom said,
"I'll wear them. You like stockings, right? I'll wear them for you to see. I don't want you to wear them by yourself later."
I stared at Mom's full breasts; they were really big and full. Her waist was slender, showing
great flexibility. Mom stood there smiling at me, a hint of shyness in her eyes. I looked down;
the lines of Mom's lower body were even more beautiful. Tight white pants outlined her legs beautifully. Because the white pants were low-
waisted, I could see the waistband of the pantyhose peeking out, clearly indicating better elasticity. The white pants were
very transparent, and her white underwear was vaguely visible. The underwear was small, barely covering Mom's full buttocks,
especially in the front, making the slit of her vulva very obvious. Her rounded thighs made her look like a natural beauty
. My penis was already out of control, standing erect even through the shorts.
I was too excited to speak, just staring blankly at Mom. Mom turned around in front of me, looking at me...
Looking from front to back, I said, "Mom, you're so beautiful. Can I see what you look like in underwear?"
"You little pervert, can't you handle it?" Mom said, but she started taking off her top. It came off easily
, revealing a lace bra, her large breasts almost spilling out, a deep cleavage. Then she started taking off her tight
white pants. They were probably quite tight, so it was a bit difficult. Mom unbuttoned them, pulled down the zipper, and pulled
the waistband down hard. I saw the pantyhose follow, but Mom still managed to get the white pants off,
revealing my favorite stockings to me. This was the first time I'd seen a woman wearing pantyhose, and it was
even more stimulating and beautiful than I'd imagined. On Mom's legs, it drove me crazy. The flesh-colored stockings were so
stimulating to my senses—transparent, smooth, soft, like a woman's second skin. "Mom, can I touch
your legs?" I couldn't take it anymore, I pleaded.
"Come and touch me, I'm helping you today, you can do whatever you want." Before Mom could finish speaking, I
pounced on her, grabbed her silk-stockinged legs and started rubbing them vigorously. They were so smooth and soft. I started
licking them with my tongue. Mom's body scent stimulated me even more. I stroked her legs and slowly moved upwards. Soon,
I grabbed Mom's plump buttocks with both hands. "Ah, Mom, I love you," I couldn't help but cry out. "Child,
you're touching Mom so comfortably, don't stop... ah... it feels so good..." I naturally
buried my head between Mom's thighs. Even through her pantyhose and underwear, I could still feel
the fullness and elasticity of Mom's vulva. I sucked on it with my tongue, and a unique, pungent scent from her vulva stimulated me, making me a little
crazy. I also saw that her slightly transparent underwear seemed to be wet. Had Mom been aroused by me
? "Child, although I can let you do anything today, we couldn't do that kind of thing back then because
it was incest, no..." Morality, but we can still achieve our respective goals... Ah... Mmm... So comfortable,
so itchy," Mom, I know, I won't go in, just let me ejaculate outside." Actually, I know that
some women don't need a man to go inside; as long as their vulva receives enough stimulation, they can still reach orgasm.
Mom should be one of those women, and she wouldn't let our behavior be immoral.
At this moment, Mom was already lying on the bed, letting me caress and kiss her as I pleased, while I was only wearing underwear, my penis was
almost bursting, I was playing with Mom's beautiful legs in stockings, almost entirely covered in my saliva, when suddenly I felt
something touching my lower body. I looked down and saw that it was Mom's hand gently stroking my penis through my underwear.
I felt a surge of pleasure; it turned out that Mom was thinking about my penis. I didn't say anything, quickly took off my underwear, and let Mom's
hand directly hold my penis. Mom was even more excited at this moment, and exclaimed, "Good, so big... So comfortable... I really
want to kiss it." "Mom, you really want to kiss it?" "Yes, son." I climbed over and put my penis in my mother's
mouth. She immediately took it in and started thrusting repeatedly. I felt really good, it was so comfortable. Soon
I couldn't control myself and ejaculated all over her mouth. I quickly said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't control
myself." "It's okay, I like it." Although I had ejaculated, I looked at my mother and immediately got up again. I started to
take off her stockings and panties. She was completely naked. We started kissing and caressing each other. Suddenly, my mother rolled
me down and lay on top of me, rubbing my penis hard with her genitals. Her messy hair covered
me, and her whole body kept twisting. "Son, it feels so good... ah... almost there... almost there... ah..."
With a groan, I also came, ejaculating wildly. That's how my mother and I completed our informal act. Later, my mother and I
would do this once a week, but no matter how much I asked, my mother still didn't want me to enter her body.
I knew she was doing it for my own good. My mother is indeed very good. She almost always satisfied my desires, and of course
, I satisfied hers too. She really liked my penis, often stroking it or kissing it.
Later, whenever Mom was home, she would wear flesh-colored pantyhose (which I liked) and black high heels,
with only a small tank top on top. This was definitely the happiest moment of my life. When I was in the mood, I loved to
rub my penis against Mom's pantyhose-clad buttocks from behind, rubbing hard until I ejaculated. Mom's buttocks were really full.
This continued until I graduated from high school. When I graduated, Mom was 36 years old. With Mom's
help, I overcame my fetish (actually, I just stopped wearing pantyhose) and successfully got into a university in the province. Mom
continued her job at the hotel, and for my sake, she never looked for another man. I focused on my studies, and my fetish for
pantyhose still existed in my heart, but nothing could arouse my desire. I thought that going to university would mean I
would never wear pantyhose again, but unexpectedly, things turned out differently. 　　 Chapter
Two
My College Stocking Fetish: Now that I'm in college, I feel like my mom doesn't let me touch her as often. Maybe she
knows I'm grown up and should have my own private life. But sometimes when I come home once a month, I still really want
to touch my mom's beautiful legs and buttocks in stockings. I still rub my penis against her from behind to stimulate myself until I ejaculate.
My mom likes to rub my penis against her vulva from the front, then stuff her breasts into my mouth, and finally
collapse on top of me with a moan. So every month I still look forward to going home. My mom says, "You have to study hard. We can't
keep doing this." Even though my mom wants it, I can take care of it myself. Does my mom masturbate too? I promised my mom
I would study hard and not think about anything else. My mom said that if I get good grades, she will buy me something even sexier.
She wore underwear and stockings to reward me. I made up my mind to study hard.
University distracted me from stockings, because most of the students were girls, some fashionable,
but I never felt the same way as with my mother. Maybe I prefer mature, older
women wearing stockings. Eventually, I encountered my desire. There were many adult education and self-study
students in the university. They mostly lived in separate dorm rooms, but in the same building, meaning their living quarters were different from undergraduates
, and boys could freely come and go. Once, a classmate took me to see his sister, who was
studying in adult education. So, when I entered the dorm, I noticed that the girls there were more mature and dressed more
fashionably.
My classmate led me to the girls' floor. As soon as we turned the corner, I knew I'd seen what I wanted,
the pent-up desire. The wire railings in the hallway were covered with girls' clothes—all
kinds of bras, all kinds of panties, cute ones, sexy ones, but what I liked most were pantyhose
. So many pairs of pantyhose hung there, flesh-colored, black, gray, swaying in the breeze. I
… I'd never seen anything so exhilarating. I was completely stunned. My classmate told me to wait at the door while he
went inside to find his sister. But it was at that moment that I made the first mistake of my life. I spotted a pair of pantyhose—
thin, flesh-colored, without a crotch, identical inside out. They were hanging on the same hanger as a pair of lace panties
. Because the pantyhose were quite long, even though the wire fence was high, I stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch them. They were
incredibly soft and silky. My penis was already hard. That was the feeling. I don't know how I got so impulsive, but I grabbed
the toes of the pantyhose and pulled them down. There was a thud, and the hanger fell to the ground. I quickly picked up the pantyhose and
panties and tucked them inside my jacket. They were completely invisible, and no one saw me. I immediately ran like a madman, running and
running until I reached a small grove of trees. My heart was pounding. After ten minutes, I didn't hear anything,
so I finally felt relieved and went back to my dorm.
Finally, when the lights went out at night, I was naked in bed. Using the outside light, I began
to play with my prey. Sure enough, the panties were lace-trimmed, semi-transparent, and elastic. The woman's private parts had some
yellowish-white stains from not washing properly. This woman was definitely not a virgin, and she was quite slutty. Who told you to dress so sexy?
I immediately put the woman's panties on myself. My penis was already hard, and the elastic panties wouldn't be uncomfortable;
on the contrary, they would stimulate my glans. I fantasized about how slutty and beautiful this woman must be. In just
one moment, I ejaculated, all over the panties. I usually don't play with prey like this a second time; I usually just
throw them away after I'm done. I took off the panties. The quality of these panties was not bad, what a pity. But it's inconvenient for me to wash them, so I had no choice.
While playing with the underwear, I was also caressing the stockings, even deliberately sucking on the crotch area, as if I could smell
the woman's scent, though mixed with laundry detergent, it wasn't too bad. After taking off the underwear, I quickly put on the
pantyhose. These pantyhose fit perfectly; since I'm not very tall or heavy, I could wear them. The stockings
clung tightly to my skin, stimulating my sensitive skin, and my penis was also stimulated by the stockings. I stroked
my genitals through the stockings, as if imagining I was caressing the unseen owner of the pantyhose.
After a spasm, I ejaculated again, the pantyhose covered in white fluid. Satisfied, I cleaned myself up and fell asleep exhausted
. I slept soundly that night and even had a dream: I dreamt of stealing stockings again in my next operation.
From then on, I often used excuses to go see people, and to satisfy my desires, I repeatedly
stole women's beloved stockings. Occasionally, I would hear, "Who's that? Stealing stockings, stealing
underwear, what a pervert!" At those times, I would secretly chuckle, thinking, "You're still complaining? I'll steal yours next time."
My four years of university were spent in this perversion and desire. Luckily, I was never caught.
Because I always only acted when I was sure of success. But now, thinking back, it's a little scary (please don't imitate this).
Of course, I never mentioned any of this to my mother. At home, we always comforted each other. But
after graduating from university, my mother turned 40, and she formally told me to stop this behavior because she was getting old and tired. She
said she would tell me if she really needed something. Actually, I know my mother was afraid of hindering my finding a girlfriend. To be honest,
I... I didn't want to find a girlfriend to satisfy my stocking urges; what if she didn't like wearing stockings?
So I preferred to spend my time in this environment where there were opportunities every day, perhaps even finding great comfort in it.
I majored in mechanical engineering in college, with a minor in hotel management (my mother's idea). After graduation, I heard that
the provincial airport was recruiting mechanical technicians, but the recruitment period was until the following spring. To get into the airport, I
waited for those six months. My goal, of course, was not only the high salary, but also to
get the flight attendants' stockings.
I didn't stay idle during those six months. A few days after graduation, I started working with my mother as an intern in the maintenance
department of her hotel. There was no salary, only meals provided. Of course, this was entirely out of respect for my mother; she wanted to toughen
me up. My mother was too naive; she hadn't considered my past hobby. Wasn't this like inviting a wolf into the house? Haha, this way
I'll have a chance to get close to the hotel supervisor and vent my desires on the ladies' stockings.
Chapter 3: My Stocking Fetish at the Hotel After Graduation. At first, I was very well-behaved, just to leave
a good impression so it would be easier for me later. Also, I needed to figure out the hotel's layout and procedures. After two
weeks, I was basically familiar with it. The maintenance department work wasn't too complicated, and it occasionally honed my practical
skills—changing light bulbs, changing locks, repairing TVs, etc. I could handle it. Everyone told my mom
she had a capable son. My mom was very happy.
About a month later, I basically discovered that the hotel had a separate changing room for men and women, and every day employees had
to change into professional attire before work, including my mom. Of course, female employees needed stockings, and the hotel
stipulated that stockings could only be light-colored, like flesh-colored... Colors of ochre and gray. These are my two favorite stocking colors. Every
month, the hotel distributes stockings, which is practically free, because stockings tend to run after a while, affecting
the hotel's image. So I know where to get the stockings I need, and they're definitely the perfect pair for beautiful women
. Just thinking about it makes me excited and restless. I've been waiting for an opportunity, because I'm
a man, and I can't just barge into the women's changing room. I've only ever looked around; it's nothing special, just lockers,
one small locker for each person.
The opportunity finally came one afternoon when the maintenance department received a repair notice from the administration department.
It said that Liu Sijuan's locker door at the lobby reception was broken and urgently needed repair. One of my technicians was playing a game, and
when he saw it, he frowned and said, "Damn, this is so annoying." I was secretly delighted and quickly said, "Brother Li..."
"Let me do it, don't trouble yourself." He glanced at me and said, "Are you sure you can handle it? Go ahead and try
. Call me if anything happens." I quickly grabbed my tools and went to the changing room. Once inside, I locked the door from the inside and
hung a sign on the door: "Do Not Disturb, Under Repair, Approximately One Hour."
I gave myself an hour to find my prey. I figured I'd have some success. First, I went
to Liu Sijuan's locker. Sure enough, the door wasn't locked; the lock was broken. I figured I could finish what I was doing first and then move on. Quickly and
smoothly, I changed the lock. After getting everything ready, I started. First, of course, I opened Liu Sijuan's locker. It
was already open, but there weren't any valuables inside; she must have taken them all with her. I started searching carefully
and found a business suit, a shirt that had just been washed, and a pack of sanitary napkins—she looked like she was on her period. Let me tell you
about this Liu Sijuan. This woman was around 25 years old, a receptionist in the lobby.
She always had that flirtatious look in her eyes when she saw guests, especially men. She had a good figure, curvy and her buttocks jiggled as she walked. She
liked to wear those boxer briefs that hugged her hips; I could tell from the outline of her briefs on her skirt that this girl must
have done too much sex, resulting in a loose buttocks that needed to be lifted with her underwear. "Slut," I cursed inwardly. "Damn it
, didn't she even keep a spare pair of stockings?" The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Just then, something
rolled off a towel at the back and onto the floor. I turned around and saw—haha, I'd finally found it!
It was indeed stockings, flesh-colored, and looked like they'd just been worn and hadn't been washed. Sure enough, when I unfolded them, they were pantyhose,
with a little blood at the crotch. Could this slut…? I held them to my nose and gently inhaled. Damn, so slutty, but the more I
smelled, the better it smelled. Strange. I didn't care anymore.
I took off my pants, put on the stockings—this was the most exciting way. While thinking about Liu Sijuan's body, I stimulated my penis, and soon I ejaculated, the stockings a mess.
I deliberately put them back in their original place, thinking, what will Liu Sijuan think when she sees this? Haha.
After putting the stockings away, I locked her locker. I still had half an hour before my repair time, and I thought there might be some unexpected gains
. I started using the repairman's master key to open each locker one by one, hoping to find some women's items
. The hotel staff were all very beautiful, so it was easy to arouse my desire.
Before long, I did indeed have a good haul, finding many pantyhose. I noticed some lockers had several pairs, and
I decided to take one pair. In total, I acquired ten pairs of pantyhose, all flesh-colored,
differing only in shades, and all clean. I quickly stuffed the pantyhose into my clothes, tidied myself up, and left. Just as
I opened the door, I found Liu Sijuan standing there. I hurriedly said, "Your locker is fixed," and "Oh, thank you
," giving me a fawning smile. In my heart, I cursed, "Slut, go look at your pantyhose, hahaha."
That night, I went home and slowly played with my prey alone on the bed. I don't know
how many times I came that night, but I lay on the pantyhose, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.
Stealing pantyhose didn't attract much attention because I controlled the time and frequency, not going too far.
I don't know how many women's pantyhose I ruined this way. But my actions were eventually discovered, and that
person was Liu Sijuan. And she left me with a memory I'll cherish for a lifetime. It was
a week before I was leaving the hotel. Because my mother had to work overtime until 10 pm, I waited for her. I was playing on the computer in the repair room
when the phone rang: "Hello, this is Liu Sijuan from the lobby department. I forgot my key and can't open
the locker. Could someone please come?" "Oh, okay, I'll be right there." I was bored anyway, so I decided to help
her out. I took the key and went to the women's changing room.
Liu Sijuan was standing next to the locker. She hadn't changed out of her work clothes yet; she was wearing tight white jeans and
a loose black sweater, looking very sexy. I looked at her and said, "Sister Juan, going to work?" "Yes,
waiting for you to open the locker." I quickly and skillfully opened the locker and suddenly saw a pair of very
familiar pantyhose in a very conspicuous place inside. I looked closer—weren't these the pantyhose I had played with last time? My heart pounded; I
felt like a thief.

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