I got her house key.

Xiao An is my good buddy. After being discharged from the army, he came to work as a security supervisor at a high-end residential complex in our city. The story begins here. The first time I went to see him, I was awestruck by the magnificent building even before entering. It truly lived up to its reputation as the city's top residential complex. The structure of the building, the staggered floors, every tree and blade of grass, and the clear river surrounding the artificial hill all contributed to the affluent environment. However, what attracted me most were the stylishly dressed men and women. Guided by the security guard, I found Xiao An's office.

Xiao An was very excited to see me and started boasting, "Working here is so pleasant. The workload isn't too heavy, and the office environment is great. Most importantly, there are so many beautiful women here every day!" As he spoke, he walked to the window, looked around, and the phone rang. He picked it up, said a few words, and put it down, saying, "Have a seat for a while. I don't know what kind of meeting the property management department is having." I glanced at it and said, "Then I'll go now. I'll contact you again tonight." "Okay, I'll treat you tonight. Pick me up at six." At six o'clock sharp, I arrived at "XX Garden" and called him. "Come on up first." I sped into the gate, when suddenly a red Hyundai Capel accelerated sharply and pulled up alongside me, then immediately overtook me and drove off at a leisurely pace. "Is that how you drive?" I yelled angrily. "Whose wretched woman drives such a shaky old car?" The Capel slowly pulled into the parking space, and my car was also driving slowly. By the time the Capel came to a stop, my car was already coasting in neutral, almost at a halt. The red car door opened. "Wow, my expectations weren't in vain!" I clearly saw a white, pointed high-heeled foot emerge from the door. I swallowed hard. A second foot followed, and the two legs were gradually revealed. So beautiful.

Those delicate feet, encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings and white high heels, stepped out of the red sports car. One second, two seconds, three seconds—I really wished time could stand still, wanting to drag those legs onto my car and play with them. I felt my face burning, like boiling water in my heart. But those feet seemed to be very cooperative, not rushing to stick their bodies out, but instead reaching inside, as if to get a bag from the passenger seat. Their legs lifted slightly, and wow! I could vaguely see the shimmering lines of their crotch—pantyhose! Although it was only for a second, I caught that moment clearly, and my little one couldn't help but twitch. The woman who had been the tutor of the two feet finally appeared: a woman of exceptional beauty, around 28 or 29 years old, 1.65 meters tall, with a superb figure, long flowing hair past her shoulders, and dressed in a well-fitting business suit—I think it was Ports, definitely not lower than Air. What was unacceptable was her disdainful gaze, but what was most unbearable was the shy flesh-colored stockings covering her long, slender legs. She closed the car door, and the headlights flashed in response. At that moment, Xiao An came downstairs and walked towards me. He reached my car door, opened it, and smiled at the approaching beauty. "Oh, you're back so early today!" Xiao An's words carried a hint of slickness. "Yeah, nothing to do today, so I came back early, which is rare." I immediately became excited and asked before he could close the door, "You know her!?" "Yes, this woman has a certain charm, doesn't she! If only I could get her!" Xiao An said, a smug smile on his face.

A typical man, not very bright, which matched his 1.8-meter height and burly physique. I thought to myself, "I don't want her body, just that silk stocking on her leg would be enough." "You're such a lecher!" "Men are men!" he retorted. "Do you believe I have a key to her house?" "No!" But my heart still skipped a beat! "Fine, no need to argue with you," he said, a little annoyed. I started the car. "Let's go, let's eat and talk." The car turned and drove to "XX Mansion Spicy Crab," a good place to eat, chat, and kill time. After ordering, I brought up that question, "What does this woman do? She seems so flamboyant!" Later, I learned from him that the woman's surname was Chen, and she was a freelancer, supposedly in the medical device business, working as a distributor. Rumor had it that she was being kept by a Taiwanese businessman, and some said her husband was a high-ranking executive at a foreign company who was often away from the country. They had no children, and no one was ever seen visiting her home. She often left early in the morning and drove back very late at night. Because she always honked her horn and knocked on the door around 2 or 3 AM, the security guards all knew her. She was a completely independent woman; no matter how much she drank at night, no one ever brought her home. She was also the neighborhood's undisputed beauty, and her most distinctive feature was that she wore skirts all year round. She probably didn't own a single pair of pants (I'll have to search and verify that later). So, regardless of the season, people could admire her alluring legs.

Because of her busy work schedule, she often forgot to bring her keys home or left them at home. So one day she went to the property management office and asked them to store a spare key. Knowing that she had a habit of coming home late, the property management office simply handed the key over to the security department, and Xiao An ended up keeping it. "The key! The key!" My heart skipped a beat, a subconscious urge surged within me. After dinner, I went home, itching to possess her. Lying in bed that night, I began to fantasize. I thought of her fair and pretty face, her tall figure, her long legs, and the fact that she was still a "virgin." Most importantly, she wore skirts and thin stockings all year round. I felt an urge to devour her. The image of seeing her kept flashing through my mind: her legs slightly raised, her stockings fully exposed, even revealing her crotch (confirming they were a pair of shapewear stockings with a crotch and lifting effect). Suddenly, that pent-up heat erupted, like that "key," piercing through her door, opening her wardrobe, pulling out the drawers, facing those breathtaking stockings and pantyhose, splashing them all over her body. I fell asleep with that dream.

I made up my mind, I would definitely get that key! As I wished, within three days, I finally seized the opportunity, took out the key to Xiao An's office, quickly made a copy, and put the original back. Most importantly, I learned the specific address from the note card where the key was kept: "Chen ××a1202". With the key in hand, my mood became uneasy, just like the key in my pocket. That day, the weather was very good. I got up early and parked my car in the parking lot. It was very close to the car, which was perfect for observation. I waited and waited. At 8:20, the female protagonist walked over unhurriedly from a distance. She was still as radiant as ever, still walking with a light and graceful gait. The sound of her high heels on the ground became more and more rhythmic. She was wearing a black long-sleeved formal suit on her upper body, but what remained unchanged was that she was wearing a gray-black short skirt that did not reach her knees. The most deadly thing was that it was worn on her legs, revealing glimpses of transparent stockings that made us stocking lovers faint at the mere touch. She still gazed confidently ahead, her right hand delicately taking out the car keys from her new LV handbag, pressing the button on the key, and then getting into the car. I watched her legs in stockings being pulled into the car and then the door closing as she left, my heart pounding! The accelerator revved, and the car gradually drove away.

"She's gone. I'm sure no one's home. I have her key. A woman like her must have tons of stockings she's taken off and need washing, piles of stockings in the closet, and even lots drying in the bathroom—what am I waiting for?" "If I break in now, no matter what I'm doing, if I get caught, I'm just a thief, right?" "But what have you been thinking about all these days? What are you preparing all this for?" "Are you really willing to give up all those lovely stockings and pantyhose in her house?" "But if I get caught, it's not as simple as stealing a pair of stockings from someone's yard or picking up a can from their doorstep." "Forget it. For Zhongzhen's stockings, for the stockings I love, for getting what I love, it doesn't matter. I'm going to drink. At most, I'll get caught and sentenced to three years, go to a mental hospital to see a psychologist, and suffer people's scorn." My heart was reeling from countless earthquakes, and I also felt sorry for Xiao An. Fine, for this time, I'll risk it all! I closed the car door and went straight to Block A, heading straight for the 12th floor. I didn't take the elevator; I arrived at the female tutor's door, rang the doorbell, but no one answered. I took out my exciting key, inserted it, and sure enough, it turned. One turn, two turns, three turns—the door opened. What a careless woman; she only locked the security door, making my second key seem redundant. I peeked inside first, and the French perfume that greeted me told me this was a woman's residence. Confirming no one was home, I quietly entered and gently closed the door. The first thing that caught my eye was the shoe cabinet.

The three-tiered wooden shoe cabinet held eight pairs of colorful high-heeled women's shoes in various styles: sexy pink sandals, white and black boots, black boots, and European-style shoes with pointed toes and heels—all featuring stiletto heels over 5 centimeters. They were all perfect for pairing with stockings. This was a two-bedroom, one-living-room split-level apartment. The living room was designed in a Japanese style, with a corner sofa on the mahogany floor and a home theater system opposite—a 42-inch Sony LCD TV paired with a full set of BOOS speakers, clearly showing the female tutor loved life. Under the sofa was a large round rug, a small bar, and an aquarium—nothing more to say. I glanced around and headed straight for the bedroom. Entering the bedroom, I saw huge photos of the female tutor hanging on the walls. Rather than being beautifully photographed, these photos were more like incredibly seductive; words like "graceful" and "naturally beautiful" couldn't capture her beauty.

Rather than calling her a businesswoman, it's more accurate to describe her as someone who understands life and art, or a master at navigating the business world with ease, leveraging her beauty. Just then, a triangular clothes rack appeared before me. Two pajamas hung casually on the corner of the rack. Hmm! What's that? It seems like what I'm looking for is hanging behind the pajamas. I quickly lifted the pajamas, revealing a pair of completely black pantyhose, supported by a clothes rack and hanging behind it. I gently pressed my face against it and inhaled. A strong scent of "Poison" perfume filled my nostrils. However, these weren't frequently worn, as the sides were slightly deformed from being stretched by the rack. I didn't rush to put them down. I stuck out my tongue and licked from the bottom up, from the toe to the crotch, and then to the waist. Wait, there couldn't just be one pair. I jumped up and went straight to the wardrobe. It was a huge closet. I opened the side door, and a fragrance I couldn't quite place wafted out. It was full of outerwear and skirt suits, all high-quality items, freshly washed and stored away. I opened the left side, but still nothing. Just a bunch of clothes. I randomly pulled out a few pieces to see if they were there—no!

I closed the door and went straight to the bedside table. I opened it, and wow!!! I froze. Stockings and underwear filled the entire drawer. Even though I had mentally prepared myself, I was still stunned by what I saw. A whole drawer full of stockings!!! Since I'm not interested in underwear, I pulled them out and laid them on the floor. Then I took out the stockings one by one. They were all light-colored, almost all flesh-colored and sheer. This might be related to my upbringing. Some pairs were almost transparent, feeling like skin to the touch. I checked the labels inside—South Korea, Japan. They must have been quite expensive. There were also two pairs of this year's new large-mesh stockings with black garters, which were even more breathtaking. For the first time, I felt that thigh-high stockings were more alluring than pantyhose. You could tell at a glance that most of them were pantyhose. I could hear my own breathing. I picked them up and kissed them incessantly, kissing their scent, their soft, delicate skin, and their tutor's natural body odor.

You can imagine the excitement of kissing your beloved stockings in this suffocating state! Holding them in one arm, I casually took the black stockings off the hanger and quickly released my urge, which was even more rapid than my breathing. I then realized it was already soaking wet. I put them on the bed, separated the black, pink, and flesh-colored stockings, and lifted the blanket. Good heavens! The blanket was still warm, still carrying the lingering warmth of the stockings after the tutor had gotten up. It was easy to imagine the tutor just getting up, dressed, and stepping out of the house, and I had already possessed everything here! No, nothing could control what was about to happen. That impulse solidified into a warm current, which, in the instant everything happened, was evenly sprinkled on these lovely stockings! I was finally satisfied, satisfied with the fantasy I had when I first met this female tutor, satisfied with all the preparations I had made these past few days. I evenly smeared xx on these stockings, because I knew that xx would dry on stockings very quickly and wouldn't leave too many marks. I wanted to make that woman who thought she was unattainable wear what I thought were clean stockings or pantyhose while accompanying her; that would make me even more satisfied. But I really couldn't bear to part with these treasures, because I loved them so much. I even felt that taking them with me would save them from their misery!

Then I went to the bathroom. Wow! There were still several crumpled pieces of underwear in the bathtub, and three days' worth of crumpled stockings lay there helplessly. On the balcony in the corner of the bathroom, two pairs of clean pantyhose were hanging to dry. Wow, this woman is amazing! My little guy is on high alert again. I quickly pulled out the three pairs of pantyhose lying in the bathtub, all rolled up. She probably wears one pair a day, maybe even the ones I've been longing for ever since I first saw her! My body temperature is on fire again! A gentle sniff reveals a clean, slightly sweaty scent mixed with a unique feminine fragrance—what we call "original scent"—entering my body through my respiratory tract. My hormones surge like magma! I got it! I got it! My heart is pounding. I'm sure one pair is the one she took off and left there last night. I unfold the three pairs, stretch them out—so transparent, so smooth. I put them on my arm—so smooth, so cool! I couldn't take it anymore, I'd reached my breaking point. Without thinking, I ran to the balcony and quickly took down three pairs plus two more, pressing them against my chest, letting the dangling parts and soles freely touch my penis. Instantly, a "second orgasm" came, my suppressed climax completely released. I almost screamed in that unfamiliar room! Even though I was reluctant, I had to finish what I started. An hour passed in the blink of an eye. I chose the pair from the three used ones that I thought most resembled my "first love." From the pile on the bed, I took two pairs of pantyhose and three pairs of stockings, all flesh-colored. Seeing that wasn't enough, I also took the black casual stockings hanging on the hanger, because for some reason, I felt they looked lonely hanging there alone. Everything else was put back in its place. I took a fashion bag from the closet and took all my beloved treasures with me. I dared not admire the scenery any longer, and left after thinking everything was tidied up.

In the days that followed, every night I would take out my beloved stockings, which I had gambled my life on, and caress them. The black stockings on the shelf looked lonely hanging there by themselves, for some reason. Everything else was back in its place. I took a fashion bag from the closet and packed all my beloved treasures with me. I dared not linger over the beautiful scenery any longer, and left after deciding everything was tidied up. In the days that followed, every night I would take out my beloved stockings, which I had risked my life for, and caress them.

[The End]

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