Lifting up the beautiful young woman's velvet pantyhose

I remember a few years ago when I was studying at university in Wuhan. Summer vacation had started, but train tickets were hard to get, and I could only get one for three days later. July and August are the hottest months in Wuhan; the whole city felt like a giant lantern. I had to stay at school for three days, and because of the heat, I spent all my time in my dorm except for going out to eat. I didn't go anywhere else, just surfing the internet. It was unbearably hot outside.

Summer vacation had started, and the school cafeteria was closed. Around 5 or 6 pm, I walked to the school gate, intending to find something to eat at a street food stall. Just as I reached the gate, I saw Li Jing, our department's Japanese teacher, carrying a large bag of vegetables and meat. She looked like she had just returned from shopping. Li Jing was our department's Japanese teacher and also in charge of student affairs. I interacted with her quite often, and we knew each other fairly well. She asked me, "Why aren't you going home yet?" I replied, "I'm leaving in a few days; I've already bought the ticket."

She said, "You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Come to my place and we'll cook together." I declined for a moment, but then went back with her. She lived in the school's staff quarters on the third floor. I helped her carry her things over and followed her upstairs. It seemed like she was attending some kind of event today. She was wearing a light green suit skirt, which wasn't as stiff as a typical suit. The light green color made her look young and energetic. The material of the clothes was very good, and it was fitted at the waist. Nowadays, suit skirts are getting shorter and shorter. This one was almost 20 centimeters above the knee. The skirt was also very form-fitting, and the outline of her buttocks was clearly visible. If you looked closely, you could even see the marks of her panties. She was wearing transparent light green stockings, which were of good quality and looked smooth and delicate. She was wearing a pair of light green high heels with thin and high heels.

Ms. Li's family is from Wuhan. Her parents are both professors at another university, highly educated intellectuals. So after their daughter went to Japan to study, she returned to China and became a Japanese teacher at another university. Her husband works for a public institution, and they are said to be quite wealthy. She is also very attractive, with a delicate face. Although she is not tall, she has a very well-proportioned figure, with a large bust, a slim waist, and a perky bottom. Therefore, Ms. Li wears different clothes to class every day, and she almost never wears the same outfit twice. Because she is not tall, she almost always wears high heels, and she always wears stockings. In winter, she usually wears black velvet stockings, and in summer, she wears transparent flesh-colored stockings. Every time she teaches, we boys are distracted and have a nameless fire burning in our hearts. Several times, the topic of our dormitory late-night talks has revolved around her. We discussed how exciting it would be to ride on Ms. Li, who is wearing a uniform skirt, high heels, and stockings.

Following the teacher into her home, I learned that her husband was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for about two weeks, leaving her alone. I secretly thought to myself, "Maybe something weird might happen today." When the teacher entered, she pulled on her suit jacket, revealing a white undershirt underneath. Her full breasts were clearly visible; the neckline was low, revealing her smooth, white breasts. As she spoke, her breasts trembled slightly, making my mouth water. She had the allure of a young married woman, and now I was getting aroused.

The teacher took the groceries into the kitchen and told me to sit and watch TV while we waited for dinner. But I couldn't wait any longer!

I went into the kitchen to help out, washing vegetables and such. I frequently passed behind the teacher's pert buttocks. Because the kitchen was quite narrow and the teacher's buttocks were so prominent, I was only wearing a pair of shorts that day, with nothing underneath. My penis got hard because it was rubbing against the teacher's buttocks through her short skirt. Later, I stood directly behind the teacher, pretending to watch her cook, but I gently nudged her buttocks with my penis. At first, the teacher was still talking to me, but she seemed to feel my penis pressing against her from behind, and her face slowly turned red. I almost lost control and did it to the teacher right there in the kitchen. No, calm down, this can't be rushed, take it slow, if I make the teacher feel disgusted, it would be a loss.

The meal was ready, and the teacher asked if I wanted to drink. I said I'd like some red wine. The teacher brought out a bottle, and we ate and drank while chatting about school. Suddenly, I deliberately dropped my chopsticks on the floor. I took the opportunity to pick them up from under the table and looked at the teacher's beautiful legs in stockings, slightly parted, revealing a small black panty under her skirt. Even an iron man would get a nosebleed from this sight. Later, during the meal, I stretched my leg over and touched the teacher's stockinged legs. Strangely, the teacher didn't move, but my leg kept rubbing against her stockinged legs, like I was getting an electric shock.

Then I kept urging the teacher to drink. After a few drinks, her face turned red and she looked radiant. It was time to make it work. I put my arm around her waist and picked her up. She didn't resist, her eyes shining as she looked at me. Seizing the opportunity, I carried her to the bedroom. There was a large bed, about two meters long, big enough for us to roll around on. I tossed her onto the bed, took off my shorts and t-shirt, and straddled her. I was so lucky today; I got to sleep with the beautiful teacher I'd been dreaming of without much trouble. My trembling hands unbuttoned her shirt and pushed up her black lace bra. Her pink nipples trembled slightly. I caressed her soft, supple breasts and sucked on her nipples. She moaned softly. I slipped my hand inside her skirt and, through her panties, massaged her labia, slowly feeling her wetness.

Today, the teacher was wearing stockings. I pulled down her panties, down to her left ankle, and lifted her skirt to her waist. Her soft, dark pubic hair lay on her labia, and her delicate, pink labia were tightly closed at the base of her snow-white thighs. They were already wet and warm to the touch. The time was right, and I prepared to mount her. I placed her thighs, still clad in stockings and high heels, on my shoulders, caressing and kissing her beautiful legs while guiding my thick penis. "Teacher, I'm coming!" I thrust my penis in, penetrating more than halfway. The teacher's legs tightened, her stockinged legs clamping tightly around me, and she let out a muffled groan.

It felt so good. My penis was being held tightly by the teacher. Perhaps because she had never given birth, her vagina was tight but soft. I could feel the layers of folds inside, and it felt so good scraping my glans. Watching my usually serious and sexy teacher panting and rolling around beneath me, I began to thrust in and out with great force. Each time, I would pull my penis out and then thrust it all the way in. The teacher became a little unrestrained, and her moans grew louder and louder. After about 30 minutes of thrusting, we both reached orgasm at the same time, amidst the teacher's panting.

After the climax, I hugged Teacher Li and pulled off all her clothes and high heels, leaving her only in flesh-colored stockings on her legs. It was nearly 40 degrees Celsius outside, and I was in an air-conditioned room, hugging the beautiful young woman in stockings as she slept. At night, I hugged the beautiful young woman, one hand grasping her breast, in the air-conditioned bedroom, on the 2-meter-wide bed, on the floor were a skirt suit, a black lace bra, and black panties that barely covered her. On the bed was a charming and lovely married woman, her body limp, like she was made of water. Watching my long-dreamed-of teacher sleeping soundly under my crotch in flesh-colored stockings, this summer vacation was truly worthwhile.

The next morning, I woke up and looked at the wife who was still fast asleep in my arms. I took a closer look at her. She had a very thin waist, and her buttocks were firm, perky, and round, without any signs of sagging. Her legs were straight and slender, but very fleshy. She hadn't taken off the stockings she wore yesterday, and her legs were very fair and pink. Her two small feet were probably size 36, and her toes were all round and cute. There was also red nail polish on her toenails, which aroused my desire again.

I rubbed her still-stockinged feet against my face, it felt so good. My dormant penis, which had been dormant all night, was erect again. Looking at her still fast asleep, I gently parted her legs, spread her pink labia, and probed inside with my finger. It was still wet. Hehe, that saved me the trouble of lubrication during foreplay. I rubbed my penis against the entrance of her vagina, but didn't insert it. She seemed to be awake, but kept her eyes closed. Hehe, with my constant stimulation, her desire was aroused, and her nipples became engorged and hard. While teasing her lower body, I didn't penetrate her, but wrapped my other arm around her waist and squeezed her breast with the other, kneading it vigorously. She finally cried out. I asked her, "Teacher, how was my performance last night?" After hearing this, the teacher started to punch me with her small fists, but not hard. "Have you been thinking about me for a long time?"

As we flirted, I sensed the moment was right. While she was still talking, I thrust my penis in again. She let out a muffled groan. As I thrust, I told her, "I'm not leaving for the next three days. I'll stay here and make love with you every day. You're so tight down there!" With each thrust, she was too exhausted to resist. I hoisted her stockinged legs onto my shoulders and began another round of thrusting. A married woman is different from a young girl. Sleeping with female classmates before, but now with a married woman, it felt like a cultivated field. She was very cooperative, moaning when she wanted, wrapping her legs around my waist when appropriate—it felt like she'd been trained.

As I thrust, her vagina contracted, releasing a warm flow. I ejaculated, and we both reached orgasm simultaneously.

I fell asleep again, and when I woke up, it was already 12 o'clock. It felt like I'd just had a wet dream. No one was in bed, but there were two stockings on the bed and underwear and a skirt on the floor. I got up without putting on any clothes—whatever, it was just the two of us in the room anyway. She was in the kitchen making lunch, wearing a casual nightgown. Seeing me, she said, "Tired? I'm cooking, it'll be ready soon." After quickly finishing lunch, she put the dishes in the kitchen and started washing them. After lunch, I felt my energy return, and looking at my erection, I felt a surge of desire. Feeling restless, I strolled into the bedroom, opened her wardrobe, and saw a variety of clothes. Hmm, what's this? It looks just like a bed sheet. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Japanese kimono, probably bought when she was studying in Japan. A blood vessel popped into my head. After she finished washing the dishes, I hugged her and said sweetly, "Sister, I want to see you in a kimono." She couldn't resist me and put it on. I found a pair of silver-gray tights for her to change into, without any underwear, and she wore black high-heeled sandals.

Holy crap, my nose is about to bleed! She looks like a Japanese AV starlet! Looking at her in her kimono, I felt a sense of conquest. I pulled her into my arms, found her luscious lips, and kissed her. This woman is so adorable! Her sweet little tongue darted out, like a little snake wriggling in my mouth. My hands weren't idle either; I slipped inside the front of her kimono and grabbed her soft, white breasts, kneading them vigorously. My other hand slipped inside the opening under the kimono, touching her shapely buttocks encased in stockings. It felt so good! A man with a woman like this in his life wouldn't ask for anything more. Under my three-pronged teasing, the young woman's desire was aroused. She stood on tiptoe, holding my thick penis, and inserted it into her labia through her stockings. When a young woman gets aroused, most men can't satisfy her. She said to me, "Carry me to the bedroom."

Suddenly, a crazy idea struck me. I picked her up and didn't head towards the bedroom. Instead, I carried her to the glass balcony window, made her lean against it, and stood behind her. I unbuttoned her kimono, lifted the back, and pulled her pantyhose down to her knees. My penis pressed against the outside of her vulva, rubbing her labia but not penetrating. I slid it to the entrance of her vagina but still wouldn't enter. The young woman was held captive, unable to move, but her waist kept twisting. Slowly, fluid flowed from her vulva, trickling down her smooth, white legs. The young woman probably couldn't hold on any longer. She kept calling me in, but I wasn't as eager to have sex as I was yesterday when we first started. Now that the young woman was under my control, I could slowly enjoy the stimulation she brought. I sucked on her earlobe while blowing air into her ear canal. This is a very sensitive spot for women, and stimulating it will elicit a strong reaction. Sure enough, the young woman writhed even more in my arms. I thought it was about time, so I patted her beautiful buttocks, which were already sticking up high, and then slowly inserted my penis into her already wet vagina, slowly thrusting in and out.

Through the glass of the balcony, one could clearly see people coming and going on the street. If someone outside looked closely, they could see a young woman in a kimono with a man embracing her from behind. However, the front of the kimono was down, so others couldn't see anything from the outside. What they didn't know was that the young woman standing at the window looking at the scenery had her back exposed, and the man's penis was inserted into her vagina. Because they were having sex standing up, and the young woman was still wearing pantyhose, her vagina was very tight. Every time the penis went in and out, it felt very tight, but the penis was being scraped by the layers of folds inside, and the feeling was indescribable. It was amazing! With my continuous thrusting, the young woman reached her climax. Her already tight vagina became even tighter, like a whirlpool, constantly drawing you in. Her labia were like the flesh inside a clam, their small mouths constantly contracting inwards. I didn't even need to thrust; just standing there, her pink labia were constantly sucking you in. Closing my eyes, it felt even better than a beautiful woman giving me oral sex. I comfortably ejaculated, feeling so good that my brain was being sucked out. Every pore on my body opened, and every hair stood on end. It felt amazing!

After this intense battle, the young woman could no longer stand and was about to sit on the ground. I gritted my teeth and carried her to the bed in the bedroom. She fell into a deep sleep, and I lay down beside her, but I was too excited to sleep. Looking at the young woman in her kimono, one nipple sticking out from under her disheveled clothes, pantyhose still on her knees, her pink labia still dripping with vaginal fluid, it felt so fulfilling as a man.

I rested in the living room for a while and went online. A few hours later, it was time for dinner. I took some things from the refrigerator, cooked something simple, and called the young woman to eat dinner. After dinner, she asked me if I was still okay. I told her not to mess with women in their 30s. They are generally not aroused, but once their desire is aroused, it's hard to extinguish. I, this little wolf, have always played basketball in school, so my physical condition is pretty good.

I replied, "Sure, but you have to dress provocatively so I get aroused." The young woman said, "Then wait here," and went into the room. When she came out a moment later, I was surprised to see her wearing a winter trench coat—a beige, belted trench coat that barely covered her buttocks. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, just black velvet stockings and over-the-knee high-heeled boots. It was winter attire! In the sweltering summer heat, in an air-conditioned room, seeing a beautiful white-collar worker dressed in such a sexy winter outfit almost made my eyes water. My penis immediately became erect again, and like a wolf pouncing on its prey, I pounced on the young woman, pinning her to the living room floor and kissing her. My hands weren't idle either, constantly caressing her beautiful legs encased in velvet stockings. The material of the stockings was wonderful; they felt amazing. I couldn't resist any longer and started kissing her right at the crotch of her stockings. I made a small opening and shoved my penis inside. Since we'd already done it several times that day, my glans wasn't as sensitive as it had been at the beginning. I lifted her beautiful legs, clad in stockings and over-the-knee boots, onto my shoulders and began thrusting in and out relentlessly, like a marathon runner sprinting a hundred meters. I'd never had such frenzied sex before. I untied the belt of the woman's yellow trench coat, grabbed her soft, white breasts with both hands, and squeezed and slapped them hard, leaving several finger marks on her tender nipples. This time it felt so good. Actually, we'd already done it several times today, and I was exhausted, practically utterly drained. But for this rare opportunity, I still thrust with all my might. The woman beneath me was about to foam at the mouth from my fucking. I also ejaculated in my exhaustion, but this time there wasn't much semen, just a little water; the semen was severely diluted.

I need to rest now.

For the remaining three days, the young woman and I spent our time at her house making love, except for meals. The kitchen, balcony, and living room were our battlegrounds. At my request, the teacher wore different outfits with different colored stockings and pantyhose, sometimes with high heels, sometimes with boots, and sometimes with high-heeled sandals. These three days were crazy. Outside, the sun was blazing, but inside, I was in an air-conditioned room with a beautiful woman panting and rolling around beneath me. These three days were truly amazing. The only downside was that when I went out after three days, my back was so sore I could barely straighten up.

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