The flight attendant auntie next door to my house

My next-door neighbor is a beautiful woman named Aunt Zhang. She's a flight attendant, her husband is a taxi driver, and her son is studying at a university in another city. Aunt Zhang has a great figure; she's 1.7 meters tall with long, slender legs. Her skin isn't particularly fair, but that doesn't detract from her elegant demeanor. Although she's over forty, she looks like she's only in her thirties because she takes good care of herself. Aunt Zhang loves wearing stockings and high heels. Sometimes I find a few pairs of her worn-out stockings in her trash bags, and if I'm lucky, I might even find her discarded high heels a few months later. Every time I bump into her, I'm captivated by her alluring legs, and whenever I have the chance, I peek through my door to watch her put on and take off her shoes.
There is a corridor outside my house and Aunt Zhang's house. Later, for safety reasons, we jointly added an iron gate outside. As a result, our two families often take off their shoes outside. For me, what's more important is that it's easy to smell Aunt Zhang's shoes. I was excited about this for several days.
From then on, every night after they went to bed, I would begin my activities.
I quietly opened my bedroom door, trying not to make a sound. I knelt down and carried her pair of black high heels back to my room with my mouth. I closed the door and began to savor them. I first gently kissed the toes of the shoes a few times. The scent of leather wafted up, exciting me. But I was afraid she would find out the next day, so I didn't dare to lick the shoes clean with my tongue. I just gently sniffed and kissed the surface of the shoes.
After a gentle sniff, I eagerly buried my nose in the shoe opening, inhaling frantically, afraid that even a trace of the scent would escape my nostrils. I felt my breath quicken, and the smell of feet, mixed with a hint of leather and a faint, refreshing fragrance, permeated my senses. My body began to tremble, as if I had entered another world. The heel area inside the shoe was a bit darker in color, probably from the sweat from walking every day. I licked it a few times; it was slightly salty, but that was enough to give me a strong sensory overload. By this time, my genitals were throbbing intensely. I quickly pulled out my penis, took out a pair of flesh-colored stockings I'd found before, sniffed them—they still had a faint scent—and put them on. With one hand, I gripped my penis and began stroking it repeatedly, while with the other hand, I took another high heel, turned the shoe upside down over my nose, and inhaled deeply. My head spun, and after a while, a thick stream of white liquid sprayed into the stockings. Finally, I put the shoe back, kissed it a few more times, and went back to my room to sleep.
My high school years were spent with Aunt Zhang's stockings and high heels. Later, I got into a local university, so I could only come home once a week to enjoy them. As graduation approached, school wasn't too busy, so I often went home. Recently, Aunt Zhang bought a computer, and sometimes she'd invite me over to teach her some basic functions. For the first few days, her husband was home with me, but after we got to know each other better, she'd invite me over to teach her when her husband was out getting the car. And this changed my life…
One afternoon, I was home alone when I suddenly heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw Aunt Zhang. She was wearing her uniform, flesh-colored stockings, and black high heels, and she was still as sexy as ever! She said that she had temporarily switched shifts with a colleague that afternoon and was free. She wanted me to come over and teach her how to use a computer, and I said no problem.
I stood behind her, waiting for her to take off her shoes and go inside. The moment her shoes slipped off her feet, I longed to kneel at her feet and kiss those beautiful feet I had been dreaming of. Her feet, though not as small as some women's, were still so beautiful, subtly revealed beneath her stockings.
When I entered the house, I found that her husband wasn't home. I felt a strange excitement. She said to me, "Xiao Wang, I'll get you a drink. Could you turn on my computer for me?" "Okay, you don't need to be so polite next time."
She poured herself a glass of Coke and placed it on the table, then pulled up a stool and sat next to me. Actually, Aunt Zhang didn't know any basic operations, so I taught her how to turn the computer on and off and how to type. Recently, our two households have been sharing broadband, and today I started teaching her how to use the internet. She said she didn't want to play games, but she'd heard from colleagues that many websites introduce knowledge about women's health and beauty, and she wanted to check them out.
I randomly clicked on a website, pointed to the search bar, and asked her, "What kind of health knowledge do you want?"
She said, "Show me first." I saw an item about stockinged legs in the popular search results, and on a whim, I clicked on it. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye; she didn't seem to notice anything unusual. Then, many pictures of beautiful legs appeared on the computer screen, along with some product descriptions. I turned to look at her, and her legs seemed to pull back slightly. I said, "Auntie, why don't you sit down and try it out yourself?"
The moment she sat down, I couldn't hold back any longer. My mind went blank, and I knelt before her, my head pressed against the ground beside her feet, too afraid to lift it. "Aunt Zhang, I'm sorry, I have something to ask you. Could you please not tell anyone?" Aunt Zhang was clearly unprepared and hadn't had time to react. She seemed a little flustered. "You, you should get up first," I said, not caring about anything else. I raised my head and blurted out everything that had been buried in my heart. "Aunt Zhang, your feet are so beautiful! I love your feet!"
Aunt Zhang was startled again, but quickly regained her composure. "I thought something was wrong. Actually, I'd noticed something before. Every time you bumped into me, you stared at my feet. I didn't think much of it then, but now I see. I've heard stories of people stealing women's underwear and stockings before, but I never thought I'd run into someone who likes women's feet today."
I thought Aunt Zhang would kick me out, but she was so calm that I became even bolder. "Aunt Zhang, I admire you so much. Can I smell your feet?"
Aunt Zhang sighed. "I used to think of you as a pretty obedient child, but I never imagined you'd like this. However, liking women's feet isn't anything vulgar."
As she spoke, she stretched her foot, clad in leather slippers, in front of me. "Smell it if you want."
Faced with this sudden surprise, I was a little flattered and quickly kowtowed to Aunt Zhang several times. "Hehe, don't kowtow to me, I can't accept it."
I smiled and said, "I can take it, I can take it."
I held a silk-stockinged foot in my hands. It was so beautiful! This was the first time I had ever been so close to a woman's feet, let alone the feet of such a sexy and beautiful flight attendant. The delicate veins were clearly visible, and the five adorable toes were encased in transparent, shimmering stockings. Holding such a beautiful pair of feet in my hands, I was a little overwhelmed, and my hands and feet went weak.
I first sniffed the instep of her feet; the scent was faint. Then I moved closer to her toes and sniffed again. Perhaps because I had walked a bit to work that morning, the scent was stronger there. I took a few deep breaths, and the aroma of a mature woman's feet filled my nostrils. I trembled with excitement. This was much better than the smell of high heels I usually smelled. It was warm and cozy. I wanted to lick it with my tongue, but I was afraid of getting her stockings wet, so I pulled my tongue back. Aunt Zhang saw this and said, "Go ahead and lick it if you want. I'm going to take a shower later anyway. Come and lick it yourself. I'm going online."
As I spoke, I put my feet back under the computer desk, crawled over, and slipped next to the computer chair. I lay on the floor and continued licking those stockinged feet. Because Aunt Zhang usually loved to dress up, I could always smell perfume whenever I passed by her. She probably sprayed some perfume on her feet too. The feet I was kissing now had a fragrance mixed with a little sweat, leather, and the unique scent of a woman's feet. I thought this scent could make any man instantly fall asleep. Soon, one stockinged foot was wet from my licking. I turned around and licked the other one. At this moment, Aunt Zhang lifted her foot and said, "You've licked my stockings so wet, it's kind of uncomfortable. Let me take them off first."
I nodded, thinking to myself, "Now I can have close contact with Aunt Zhang's feet, completely naked?"
Since Aunt Zhang's stockings were pantyhose, she couldn't take them off in front of me, so she went to the bathroom to change them herself. I just knelt on the floor and waited quietly. When Aunt Zhang came out of the bathroom, I was once again captivated by her alluring legs. Every time I looked at a woman's legs, I would just look down, but this time I was kneeling on the floor looking up from below, and I could see the charming curves of her long, slender legs more clearly.
"Look at you, so impatient!" I quickly leaned closer, and before she could even sit down, I kissed her feet. "What's your rush? I haven't even settled in yet." This time, I didn't hold back, sucking on her little toes. She patted my head with her other foot. "Is it good?" "Yes, yes... good," I mumbled, my mouth full of her toes. I had just kissed a pair of stockinged feet, and now a pair of bare feet was in front of me. I was so happy I felt like I was in heaven! Her feet were very well-maintained; although she was often out and about, there was almost no dead skin. I sucked on each of her toes one by one. The flesh between her toes was very tender and had the strongest flavor. I licked it continuously with my tongue; it was more delicious than any food in the world. Every time I licked between her toes, I could feel her body twitching; perhaps this is a woman's erogenous zone.
I licked even more diligently, constantly moving my tongue between her toes. After licking her toes, I lay flat on the ground, face towards the soles of her feet, holding her heel with one hand and supporting the instep with the other, and began licking the arches of her feet. Aunt Zhang was probably ticklish, because she kept squirming, which made her giggle. "Okay, okay... that's enough, stop licking," she said.
Before I knew it, my genitals were soaking wet, and I had licked her feet clean. I was completely exhausted and collapsed onto the ground. She kicked me with her foot and said, "Feeling better now, my little puppy?"
I quickly scrambled to my feet, knelt down properly, and kowtowed several times to Aunt Zhang. "Thank you, Aunt Zhang, no, thank you, Master. If needed, this little dog is willing to go through fire and water for you." "Hehe, there's no need to go through fire and water. It's just that sometimes, when I stand for a long time at work, it's nice to have someone massage my feet when I get home."
"Yes, Master! It is my honor to serve you." "You have a sweet tongue. Alright, my husband will be back soon. You can go back to your room now. I'll call you if I need anything."
I slowly retreated to my room, unable to calm down for a long time as I thought about everything that had happened that afternoon.
From then on, I no longer had to secretly smell Aunt Zhang's high heels.
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