"Mmm..."
Wang Xiong had only taken off his high heels when Xia Ling couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Hearing this sound, he looked up abruptly and saw Xia Ling's increasingly flushed and shy cheeks. A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips again: "What's wrong, Sister Xia? Can't take it anymore?"
"No...nothing."
Xia Ling's voice was barely audible, but to Wang Xiong, this tone contrasted sharply with her previous aloofness, making him even more excited. He cradled Xia Ling's smooth, silk-stockinged feet in his palm, his eyes watching her actions with great interest.
Sitting at her desk, Xia Ling nervously gripped the hem of her pencil skirt, her fingertips stained with a reddish-white hue from the pressure. The skirt, clinging tightly to her thighs, had ridden up quite a bit, and the hem was wrinkled from her rubbing.
Her head remained tilted to one side, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. The once proud female CEO now appeared so flustered and shy. Although Mom didn't meet Wang Xiong's gaze, a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, even tinging the back of her ears with a rosy hue.
Mom instinctively squeezed her legs together again, her knees slightly turned inward, trying to hide her nervousness. However, her long, beautiful legs, extending from the desk to Wang Xiong's, were even more alluring under the sheen of her stockings.
"Hmm... next, the other foot."
Wang Xiong murmured, first placing Mom's bare, stockinged foot on his lap, then slowly and gently lifting her other foot.
With one hand supporting the high heel, Wang Xiong's fingertips again touched the smooth texture of the stockings. He lingered for a moment, seemingly savoring this precious moment of caress. Mom's ankle trembled slightly, like a startled deer. Through the stockings, Wang Xiong could even feel the warmth emanating from her skin.
He gently grasped the heel of the high heel again, and with a slight pull, the heel separated from Xia Ling's stocking-clad foot. The moment it did, her toes curled slightly, as if an instinctive reaction, or perhaps a silent resistance.
Finally, with the high heel completely off, Xia Ling's other beautiful foot was fully revealed to Wang Xiong.
Wang Xiong gently lifted Xia Ling's stocking-clad foot, one on each foot, and placed her heel against his lap. Then, he brought her stocking-clad feet together, and gazing at her flawless feet, Wang Xiong couldn't help but lower his head to admire them closely.
"Mmm...so beautiful, Sister Xia...absolutely stunning!"
To appreciate it more fully, Wang Xiong gently placed Xia Ling's high heel aside, his fingertips returning to her ankle. Through the thin stockings, he once again felt the warm, soft touch of Xia Ling's skin.
His movements unconsciously softened, as if he were handling a fragile treasure. His fingers slowly traced the curve of her instep, feeling the stockings bloom on his fingertips.
"Mmm..."
The movement of Wang Xiong's fingertips made Xia Ling visibly tremble, like a startled deer. She instinctively tensed her legs, her knees slightly together, trying to hide her unease.
"What's wrong, Sister Xia? We haven't started yet. I'll play around first, then you can give me a footjob later, hehe."
Wang Xiong glanced up at Xia Ling, then quickly looked down again, as if his proud, CEO-like mother, all the rest of her body, couldn't compare to her silk-stockinged feet.
At this moment, a deep blush had spread across Xia Ling's cheeks, even her ears were tinged with a lovely pink, but her gaze remained stubbornly turned to one side, unable to look directly at Wang Xiong. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with nervousness, silently betraying her inner turmoil.
"Don't move, Sister Xia."
Wang Xiong deliberately lowered his voice, his tone soothing, trying to calm Xia Ling down.
His fingers continued to gently caress the instep of Xia Ling's foot, his fingertips slowly sliding down the elegant curve, finally stopping at the arch of her foot. Then, he pressed down, applying a little pressure.
"Mmm...no..."
Xia Ling let out another soft moan. Wang Xiong's actions seemed to have flipped a switch in Xia Ling's body; even during oral sex earlier, her reaction hadn't been this strong.
"Hehe, what's the rush..."
Wang Xiong didn't look up, his fingertips continuing to roam over Xia Ling's stockinged feet. Through the stockings, he could feel the subtle elasticity beneath the soft skin of her feet, and even detect the faint pulse of her blood.
Xia Ling's breathing became more rapid, her high breasts rising and falling slightly. Her soft, almost inaudible breaths could be heard throughout the entire office.
Xia Ling's fingertips, gripping the hem of her skirt, grew increasingly uneasy. She seemed enveloped by an indescribable emotion, her toes curling slightly beneath the stockings, creating a shallow crease on the instep, which only accentuated the delicate allure of her feet.
Wang Xiong sat in his office chair, his gaze fixed intently on Xia Ling's beautiful feet encased in stockings. As his fingers gently traced between her toes, her lips twitched involuntarily, revealing a shy yet complex emotion.
"Mmm...no...Brother Xiong..."
Xia Ling moaned softly, her voice tinged with shyness and helplessness. She tried to pull her foot away, but found her body seemed to defy her will, allowing Wang Xiong to continue his caresses.
Wang Xiong pressed his thumb against the sole of Xia Ling's foot, while his other four toes rubbed against the instep, the tips making a soft, rustling sound. The gentle movement made Xia Ling's beautiful feet slightly warm, and the surface of her stockings rippled slightly under his touch. The entire office was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"Mmm...it tickles..."
Xia Ling let out another soft moan, her breath delicate and rapid, like a gentle breeze stirring Wang Xiong's thoughts.
"Mmm...Sister Xia's stockinged feet are amazing."
Wang Xiong murmured, his Adam's apple bobbing. Then, he suddenly leaned down, pressing his face against the sole of Xia Ling's foot, his nose close to her stockinged instep, and took a deep breath!
"Ouch—"
Mom let out a shriek. The sensation on her soles made her heart race. She was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground, but at the same time, a strange emotion welled up inside her—a complex, indescribable joy, like the satisfaction of being carefully cared for, or the thrill of some deep-seated feeling being touched.
"Husband… ah… I…"
Mom murmured softly, but Wang Xiong caught her words instantly.
He abruptly sat up, staring at Mom's face, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Sister Xia, what did you say?"
"Ah…" Mom immediately reacted, shaking her head hastily, "N-nothing…"
Seeing this, I, hiding outside the office door, felt a mix of anger and suppressed emotions, along with a strange, bitter feeling.
Why did Mom suddenly call Wang Xiong "husband"? Could it be that Wang Xiong's caressing and playing with Mom's stockinged feet reminded her of the feelings she had with Dad?
I couldn't help but recall past scenes. I was too young to understand then, but I remembered my father's fascination with Xia Ling's stockings. Whenever she wore them, his eyes would light up.
Hearing Xia Ling's flustered explanation, Wang Xiong became even more interested. He continued to stroke her shapely feet in stockings, pressing, "Sister Xia, what's wrong with your feet? They're so sensitive! What's the reason? Tell me!"
"N-nothing...where are they sensitive?" Xia Ling pouted, her face growing increasingly flushed, even her neck turning a faint blush. "You...you asked me to...you know...with my feet, didn't you? Now you're holding onto my feet and won't let go! I...I have things to do tonight, hurry up!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiong's face lit up with surprise.
Before, when Xia Ling gave him a footjob, she was willing to kneel on the ground and perform oral sex rather than show her stockinged feet. But now? Just one more question and Mom relaxed her standards. What's that called? It means if you insist on tearing down the roof, they'll agree to let you open a window!
"Fine!"
Wang Xiong said loudly, forcefully spreading his legs to give the dark python between his legs enough room to move.
"Come on, Sister Xia, clamp it down, give me a footjob."
At this moment, Wang Xiong had released Xia Ling's silk-clad feet, leaning comfortably back in his chair, his hands casually resting on the armrests, striking a pose of enjoyment.
"Mmm..."
Xia Ling took a deep breath, knowing there was no escaping this moment, and began to act, first slowly extending one silk-stockinged foot forward.
The toes of her stockinged foot first touched Wang Xiong's dark purple glans, and instantly, the fiery heat on the glans sent a slight shiver through her.