Chapter Sixteen: A Date with Sister (Part 3)
It always takes women longer than expected to change clothes. Lu Li waited impatiently, arms crossed, listening to the saleswoman’s idle chatter. She asked if he was a university student or already working, then lamented about how wonderful it was to be young. Thankfully, new customers arrived, and the saleswoman bustled off to greet them, leaving Lu Li in peace. He was a man of curiosity, always eager to delve into the unknown. For example, why did it take women so long to change? Lost in thought, he tiptoed behind the curtains and found a closed fitting room door.
He knocked gently. “Sister Yameng, are you done?”
“Not yet… I’ve never worn stockings before. How do I put them on?”
“Should I come in and show you?”
“…People are watching.”
“It’s okay, there’s no one here right now.”
Zou Yameng opened the door a crack, revealing Lu Li’s grinning face. “Fine, come in. But I’m warning you, don’t try anything funny, or you’ll regret it when we get home.”
“Yes, yes,” Lu Li replied eagerly.
The fitting room was cramped, forcing them to stand close together, each feeling the other’s warm breath. Sister Yameng had already changed into the light gray pleated skirt, her smooth, white legs extending from beneath the hem. It was a hot summer day, and beads of sweat dotted her skin, darkening the panda-printed T-shirt, the damp fabric clinging to her, revealing glimpses of her flesh beneath.
Lu Li instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, enjoying the feel of her firm body. Zou Yameng protested, “It’s hot! Let go!” With her warm body so close, how could he resist? A little heat couldn’t dampen his “passionate heart.” He held her even tighter. “Sister, I’ll teach you how to put on stockings.” Despite his words, his hands weren’t so innocent. He lifted the damp fabric clinging to her skin, his hands wandering over her upper body.
“We’re in public… Don’t you dare try anything!” Zou Yameng tried to assert her authority as his older sister, pushing his hands away. “You can do whatever you want at home, but not here… Do you hear me?”
The words “do whatever you want at home” only fueled Lu Li’s desire. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and reached for the stockings hanging on the wall. “Sister, you have to roll them up first, then pull them up as you go…”
His detailed explanation only made Zou Yameng more suspicious. She suddenly reached down and grabbed his penis. “Have you been putting stockings on other girls?” Lu Li gasped, his half-erect penis twitching in her grip. The tightness of her grasp only made it engorge further. A blush crept up Zou Yameng’s face, either from the heat or from arousal.
“I…”
Sister Yameng seemed to think she’d caught him red-handed. A mixture of shyness and triumph flickered in her eyes. Her slender fingers wrapped around his penis, rhythmically squeezing. Ever since Lu Li had entered middle school, she’d lost her “disciplinary power” as his older sister. He was too big now for spankings or being pinned down. How was a sister supposed to keep him in line?
“Sister, stop it. I’ve only put them on for you. I learned it online.” Lu Li quickly pleaded. It wasn’t pain he felt, but a potent mix of physical and psychological stimulation. He was afraid that if she continued, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
Zou Yameng squeezed the base of his penis, her voice firm. “Good.”
“Hiss…” Lu Li’s body trembled. He could feel his penis hardening, throbbing as if it were about to explode, as rigid as steel.
Zou Yameng pressed against him, her body rubbing against his. Finally, she managed to sit down on the small plastic stool in the fitting room and lifted one leg. “Show me how, Li. I’m afraid I’ll rip them; they seem quite delicate.”
Lu Li swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on her smooth leg. He hummed in agreement and slowly began to pull the black stocking up her leg. His movements were slow, partly from carefulness, partly from desire. His fingers brushed against her skin, tracing the smooth curves of her thigh, moving upwards as her breathing grew heavier, finally stopping at the junction of her thigh and hip.
“D-do you understand now?” he stammered.
“Of course, silly Li.” Sister Yameng rolled her eyes at him, her expression surprisingly seductive. Did the usually athletic and assertive woman also have such a charming side?
Zou Yameng mimicked his movements and put on the other stocking. She stood up and lifted the hem of her skirt slightly. “Done? How does it look? Is it strange?”
Lu Li’s eyes were glued to her legs. The black stockings clung perfectly to her calves, but above the knee, they created a slight indentation in her full thighs. The stark contrast between the black stockings and the white expanse of skin above, the absolute territory, was mesmerizing, the faint lines adding a perfect finishing touch. A light tap on her thigh sent ripples through her flesh, jiggling like jelly.
Lu Li couldn’t resist any longer. He impulsively captured her lips with his. He expected her to struggle, but she didn’t resist at all. Her warm tongue even reached out to meet his. Her willingness was like pouring oil on fire, incinerating the last of his restraint. It had always been like this. Despite her seemingly strict demeanor, Sister Yameng had never been able to refuse him anything. At seven, she hadn’t refused his request to sleep together. At eleven, she hadn’t refused his plea for grilled meat. And now, she wouldn’t refuse his desire for her. She always indulged him, even if it was the first step towards hell.
A wooden door, a thin curtain, separated them from the world. The fear of exposure mingled with her indulgence towards Lu Li, creating a swirling vortex of emotions that pulled Zou Yameng under. She responded to his passionate kiss, her hand gripping the door handle, fumbling for the lock.
“No one will come in,” Lu Li reassured her, taking her hand and guiding it to his pants. He helped her undo his belt and push his clothes aside, his erect penis springing free.
“…Keep it down…” The usually assertive sister could only manage this single plea as Lu Li caressed her stocking-clad legs. He spread his fingers wide, cupping her full buttocks, pushing her panties aside until they barely covered her most intimate area.
Lu Li gazed at the enticing sight before him, her lips swollen and glistening with moisture. He couldn’t resist burying his face between her thighs. Zou Yameng whimpered, trying to push his head away. “What are you doing?… It’s dirty…”
Lu Li didn’t reply; his tongue had a more important task.
Sister Yameng suddenly clamped her hand over her mouth, pressing her tongue against her palate to stifle any sound. Her body trembled, her upper body leaning against the wall of the fitting room, her long legs spread wide, as Lu Li’s tongue worked its magic.
Playfully, he sucked hard, catching Zou Yameng off guard. Her knees buckled, and she almost collapsed.
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