The bride's stockings

Last month, I was invited to photograph a wedding. It was a wealthy family; the groom's family were high-ranking officials,

and the bride was a stunning local beauty. Of course, I wouldn't miss such an opportunity. Upon arriving at the bride's house, I bustled around, also taking the opportunity to scout out the house. The balcony led directly to the living room, and the bride's bedroom was at the very end of the balcony—and even more remarkably, there was a door connecting it to the balcony. To be on the safe side, I first excused myself to the bathroom, intending to start with a prelude. Wow! In the bathroom, I discovered women's stockings: a pair of flesh-colored lace stockings and a pair of my favorite white stockings. I quickly and carefully put them away.

Back in the living room, the bride was chatting and laughing with her bridesmaids. When she laughed, her beautiful eyes were incredibly alluring. Her soft little feet, encased in red high heels, shone alluringly in the midday sun.

I couldn't take it anymore! I rushed to the bathroom, pulled out my already throbbing penis, put the flesh-colored stocking on it, and gently sucked on the white stocking, imagining the bride's alluring feet. Soon, a thick stream of semen gushed out… I was so excited when I arrived at the wedding venue. So many beautiful women, so many stockings! I felt dizzy and my mouth was dry. All I wanted to do was take off every single pair of stockings and kiss those beautiful, stocking-clad feet.

Of course, I focused most of my attention on the bride's beautiful legs in her stockings. Ah! Today, the beautiful bride was wearing a pair of white stockings with tiny floral patterns. These were rare opportunities to get my hands on them. I had to have her, I silently vowed.

But I didn't succeed. What a pity!

Many people might not think much of my job, but many others would envy it. Can you guess what it is? —That's right, I'm an obstetrician-gynecologist, and a male doctor at that!

I was assigned to the family planning clinic as soon as I started working. It's a large hospital, and the daily patient volume gives me a headache. You probably know that an internal examination is necessary before a family planning procedure (what we usually call an abortion).

A male doctor performing a gynecological exam? Yeah, is that my job? When I stood in front of the examination bed wearing my white coat, mask, and gloves, I didn't have a single ulterior motive, really, until one day… It was a Friday afternoon, almost time to leave work, and there were very few patients left in the hospital. I was sitting alone in the examination room, bored, memorizing my GRE vocabulary. Dr. Zhang, who sat across from me, had left at noon because his child had a parent-teacher meeting, leaving me alone on duty.

At that moment, Nurse Li came in and said that a patient needed an abortion, but it was almost time to leave, and asked if I would be willing to examine her. I checked my watch; there was still fifteen minutes before I left. "Let her in!" I said, closing my vocabulary book.

A moment later, a beautiful young woman who looked to be in her early twenties walked in, wearing a white, tight-fitting short dress similar to a navy uniform. She wore white socks and casual shoes. She was startled when she saw me, then lowered her head slightly in embarrassment.

"Sit down, what's wrong?" I opened her medical record and asked. "I want to have an abortion. When would be a good time?" I said, skillfully filling out the record. "It's too late today. You need to come earlier for the surgery. I'll write out the procedure form for you; come back tomorrow."

She was just one of many patients I'd seen, nothing special. "Lie down on the bed for some tests."

"Is it necessary? Will it hurt?"

"Of course, it might be a little uncomfortable."

"Oh." She stood up and walked to the examination bed. I continued writing in her record, but my gaze inadvertently swept over her. At that moment, I suddenly realized she wasn't an ordinary patient. Every movement she made seemed different, so graceful. How

many city girls could match her elegance and youth? ...It was her?! —The beautiful bride. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't have the courage to say them. I looked at her, speechless, at a loss for words.

She walked to the bedside, bent down, and untied her shoelaces. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. She revealed a pair of snow-white heels in white socks. She shuffled along in her shoes, stepping onto a small stool, and sat down on the examination table. Her gaze met mine without my noticing, and I felt a pang of embarrassment.

For a moment, I forgot what to say: "Give me your bag, put it in there, be careful not to lose it." This was the first time I'd ever cared so much about a patient! What was wrong with me?!

"Thank you." She handed me the bag, and I turned to put it away. "Snap, snap," I said, turning back to see a pair of beautiful white-socked feet. The graceful silhouette almost stunned me. I actually went over and straightened her shoes, which had fallen to the floor. Good heavens, what had I done? Was this something a doctor should do? Luckily, no one else saw.

She stretched out her beautiful legs, and her bare, white calves made me dizzy. She placed her feet on the examination table, her white socks as pure as an angel's flowing skirt. My heart pounded.

She seemed surprised by what I had done, and just sat there, stunned, on the edge of the bed. I quickly calmed myself down, prepared the examination equipment, and said to her, "Take off your skirt and lie down."

"Oh," she finally realized, and shyly unzipped her skirt, slowly pulling it down. I had to admit her legs were beautiful, very white, enough to make any man's heart flutter, but what attracted me even more were her exquisitely beautiful white-stockinged feet. Without the skirt's embellishment, her feet looked even more beautiful. I really wanted to touch them, but I was a doctor, and I had to control myself. I wondered

where she had hidden her pale pink silk panties somewhere. This little bride was quite cunning! I suddenly realized something; she didn't even know how to lie on the gynecological examination bed. "Lie down a little, please put your feet down," I instructed. She shifted down a bit, but seemed unsure where to place her feet on the footrest.

My heart warmed, and I involuntarily stepped forward, reaching out to grasp her white-stockinged feet. "Put them here," I said, pressing her feet onto the footrest. That moment was wonderful. It felt like holding a small, warm taro in my hand, soft and yielding. Though it only lasted a few seconds, it was a feeling I'd never experienced before. It was like stepping on my heart, so comforting, making my heart itch with desire.

Her feet were sweaty, damp. I turned to put on my gloves, and in doing so, I smelled my own hands, as if I could smell the fragrance of her delicate feet. …I put on my gloves and walked to the examination bed. For some reason, I was a little nervous this time, something I'd never felt before. I carefully performed the routine examination. My technique was flawless, especially now; I felt like I was polishing a precious artifact, extra careful and meticulous, afraid of hurting her.

She lay quietly on the bed. I knew from my position, she wouldn't see my expression, and besides, I was wearing a mask, so it didn't matter if my face turned as red as Guan Yu's. I quietly moved my face closer to her feet, my nose almost touching the tip of her white socks, and took a deep breath.

Unfortunately, even with the mask on, I could still smell a faint fragrance. Oh, the faint scent of a young girl's flesh, the unique body odor of a woman that attracts the opposite sex. If only I could take off my mask, but no, I won't do anything against procedure.

She wore thin white socks, her five toes neatly arranged, flowing naturally within them. Her arches playfully arched upwards, and the socks remained smooth and clean beneath her rounded heels, the treads perfectly intact—clearly a woman who cared for cleanliness and pampering.

My fingers carefully explored inside her vagina, her small lips slightly pursed—she was so beautiful, her delicate skin smooth and white, and from the secret garden between her thighs, sweet nectar slowly flowed.

The examination went smoothly; she seemed to have no discomfort. After scraping away the secretions for examination, I told her she could get up. I took off my gloves and returned to the table to write the examination report. She had somehow already sat down next to me.

"Any discomfort?" I asked as I wrote.

"No, it's quite comfortable."

Looking back now, what kind of question was that? How was anyone supposed to answer that?! She was probably too nervous earlier, because her answer was almost laughable, and I saw her face turn bright red after she finished speaking. However, the atmosphere in the examination room eased considerably.

"All the examinations are done, and I've prepared the surgery form. You can come for surgery tomorrow," I said to her with a smile. She didn't take the form I handed her, but blushed and said, "I've heard this surgery is very painful, I'm scared. Doesn't your hospital have that painless surgery? Can I have that?" "

Oh, you mean painless abortion? Of course, but it's much more expensive."

"It's okay, will I not feel any pain?" "

Of course. First, we'll give you intravenous general anesthesia, and then perform the surgery while you're unconscious. When you wake up, the surgery will be over, just like you're asleep, you won't feel any pain."

"Really? That's great! I'm just afraid of pain."

"I feel a little uncomfortable down there, a bit of swelling and pain, but nothing else."

"That's normal, just rest at home for a few days, don't worry!"

"Hey, where are my socks? I think I came in wearing them!" she suddenly asked.

As I pulled a brand-new pair of white stockings from the drawer, I said to her, "Your stockings got dirty during the surgery, here, wear these. I just bought them especially for you, they might be a little big!" She took the stockings shyly, her face as red as an apple.

"Thank you," she whispered, "You, you're not..." She trailed off.

Not wanting the situation to become too awkward, I quickly said, "Don't be so polite, get dressed quickly and go home to rest! Remember to take your antibiotics on time!"

Before leaving, we exchanged phone numbers. I will never forget her. Beautiful bride—Qiu Mei

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