The best young woman in the lingerie shop downstairs (wife and mature adult novel)

I am 23 years old this year. After graduating from university, I work in other places and usually go home once a month. Before that, by chance, I accidentally walked into a very small store that sold general merchandise while shopping. I met the proprietress that time. It was winter at that time, so I just thought she was beautiful and left without thinking much. Later, when spring came, I hadn’t found a job yet, so I wandered around every day. Suddenly, I thought of the proprietress of that store, so I "by the way"

I went in to take a look when I passed by. It was incredible. Now let me explain it in detail:

That day I was strolling around as usual, and when I walked into the store, the proprietress came over and asked me what I wanted to buy. Wow! ! ! Damn, I was stunned at that time: the young woman was wearing a pink suit with a low-cut chest and her pink bra could be vaguely seen. She had a curvy figure, dyed her hair, and was very sexy. Of course, what attracted me most were the white stiletto-pointed high heels and flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings. I was stunned for a moment, and then I answered her. I walked around and the store was very small. Of course they also sold tights. Of course, I didn’t dare to go and get the tights directly. I first bought a bottle of perfume and then a few pairs of men’s Nike socks (because I felt it would be more convincing if I went to get the tights later. After all, I was here to buy socks, right?). Then I went to the counter where the tights were placed and asked, pretending to be calm: Do you have women’s tights for sale? She was stunned for a moment: "Don't you have one there?" So she walked over to me, and I kept staring at her feet. To be honest, the flesh-colored stockings were very tempting under the white pointed high heels. I guarantee that I was hard to the extreme in less than 30 seconds after I saw them. Plus, that young woman was really the best of the best. She was much more beautiful without makeup than many of the top young women who are said to be made up on the Internet. Let me add a sentence here: I majored in network and was online all day during classes in college, so I saw too many beautiful women and thought I had a very high standard. Okay, back to the topic, she should have noticed that I was looking at her feet, but she didn't say anything. I opened a package of flesh-colored pantyhose and asked her if she had any thin ones.

She said it was almost thin, and I was already confused at the time, so I said, "Is it as thin as your feet?"

At that time I thought she would be unhappy, but she smiled shyly, lifted her feet and said, "These are socks." "Madam boss, your shoes are very beautiful and sexy." I took the opportunity to take a step closer, and then she brought a large bundle of pantyhose for me to choose from. I chose two pairs, one pair of light gray and one pair of flesh-colored, both of which were my favorite colors. When paying, I asked her if there was any discount since I bought several pairs of socks? She took a bottle of floral water and said she wanted to give it to me, but of course I didn't want it. I said, let me put it this way, I think your shoes are very beautiful, but the stockings on your feet are so sexy. Can you give me your stockings? At that time, my face turned red and I thought to myself, no matter what, the worst that can happen is that she will ask me for molestation and slap me. Unexpectedly, she was stunned for a moment: "How can I say that? I have so many new ones here, you can choose a pair and I will give it to you for free." Why would I want new ones, right? I just mean, is the one on your feet okay? I really like it. Finally, she couldn't resist me any more, so she sat there and started to take off her stockings. Wow, although they were short stockings at that time, I was still fascinated by them. After she took off one pair, I panicked: "Don't panic, can I help you with the remaining one?" Before she could react, I had squatted down to help her take off the stocking on the other foot. That foot was neither big nor small, with no special smell and very sexy. Her feet were not like some people with thick calluses. Her feet were very smooth and tender. She blushed and after she took them off, I said: "Thank you, I hope it's your pantyhose next time" and ran away like a flash!

But of course everyone knows what I did when I got home, right? Later I went there many times to buy cologne, until last month, when I drank some draft beer outside at night and came back feeling a little dizzy, I passed by that store. Let me say first that the street where I live is not a main street so there are not many people there at night. She seemed to be about to close the store and go home when I walked in. She looked at me very happily. That day, oh my god, she was still wearing the pink suit but the trousers on her lower body had become a tight skirt that was higher than her knees. That day she was wearing light gray ultra-thin tights and the same pair of white pointed high heels on her feet. She smiled and said, "I'm going to close the store. What do you want to buy?" I looked at her staring at me, so shocked that I couldn't speak.

"What are you looking at? Disgusting!" She actually spoke to me like that. At that time, I thought that something was probably going to happen tonight. I still walked around but I didn't buy anything. That night, she looked at the counter with pantyhose and then looked at me as if she wanted to say something. I also took a look and found that due to the hot weather, some super thin pantyhose had been newly purchased. The leg socks were very tempting! But maybe I drank a little too much that day and I didn't say anything. She was in a hurry to close the door and kept asking me what I wanted to buy. Finally, I took advantage of the alcohol and finally said it again: "Your feet are more sexy tonight than the other day!" She is also a mother of a 6-year-old child and has seen all this before. She just smiled and said, "I hate it. I knew you had no good intentions when you came in. I knew you were staring at my feet!"

Things had come to that point at that time and I immediately blurted out: "I really like your feet and your stockings. I want to touch them and even lick them. Every time I come in to buy perfume on purpose I just want to see more of you. Looking at you gives me a sense of amazement!" She stared at me, said nothing, walked out, closed the rolling door, went into the inner room, and asked me to follow her in. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

Then I couldn't bear it anymore and started to kiss and lick her instep frantically. I took off her high heels and put her five toes in my mouth, sucking and licking them, then slowly touched and licked her calves, knees, thighs, and the other foot. Then I took off her dress and her whole body went limp. Later I learned that she hadn't had sex for more than two years since her divorce. How could a 30-year-old young woman bear this? Then I admired her from a distance: she was wearing white silk underwear inside the ultra-thin gray stockings and pointed white high heels. What a beauty! "Take off your panties and just wear pantyhose. So without waiting for her to react, I used the scissors on the key I brought with me to cut off her panties, leaving only a layer of ultra-thin, slightly shiny gray silk. Wow!!!"

Don't stop, keep kissing my legs." It seems you haven't experienced this for a long time and you're very anxious. I took off her coat and bra. Her breasts were not very big, but they were very plump and there was no sign of sagging. They were very firm, maybe 34C. Not too big, but certainly not small either. They were very tender and white. I touched, pinched, kissed and licked them, and she moaned.

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I don't know what to say except laugh? I don't know what to do except laugh! Push it~~~
I feel uncomfortable if I don't go for a day