Hye-Jin's Nuru Night - Sex Stories

Hye-Jin's Nuru Night

My name is Hye-Jin, a Korean-American with an insatiable appetite for sexy nylon stockings. You may have read some of my past adventures on websites such as but this was a totally new experience that blew my mind! It started with a business trip to Tokyo last month. It was a really long day of meetings with corporate executives in Marunouchi, the financial center of Tokyo. My day started with getting ready for the meetings. What should I wear? Conservative, black suits that practically all women wear to the office and meetings? Or, being American, would I dare to wear something more daring? I would be the only woman at the meeting, as far as I knew, and definitely the only non-Japanese. The men would be mostly middle-age or older, having worked their way up the corporate ladder after graduating from one of the top universities in Japan, such as Tokyo University, known as Todai by Japanese people. I bet they would love to see me wear something other than a boring black suit. Decided! I pulled out a two-piece beige-colored linen suit, the skirt ending above the knee—business-worthy, and just enough to tantalize curious eyes. What to wear underneath? The men may never know, but I wanted to feel sexy and hold something over the men who hardly experience anything exciting at work or home, except when they hang out at hostess bars after work with fellow workers. Going through my lingerie drawer, I selected a pretty sky-blue garter belt, matching bra and sheer high-cut panties, ...

... and a pair of Dior stockings. The nylons were super sheer 15 denier, dark coffee color, with reinforced toes. The guys’ eyes are going to fall out of their sockets! I pulled up the left side first, clipped the garters; then I repeated on the right side. Perfect. Forget the slip. I wanted the silvery garter clips and straps to peek through the light linen material, providing a hint of what lay underneath. I then picked out a sheer white blouse with a frilly collar and low neckline. Pulling on the skirt and top, the look was completed. Still somewhat conservative, but much prettier than the standard black suit. Finishing the ensemble was a pair of three-inch slingback heels to show off my nyloned heels. Hmmm, pretty sexy. Out the door and off to the train station in Chiba, the next prefecture to the east, a “bed-town” for the Tokyo metropolis. It was a one and a half hour commute on the express train, but it was worth living in the nicer surroundings out in the suburbs. I arrived at Tokyo Station before my first appointment at 9:00 a.m. typical starting time for Japanese businesses. From the station, it was only five minutes by foot to the Marunouchi Building, home of many top-tier corporations. The 9:00 a.m. meeting was the first of several throughout the day, with only a luncheon meeting to break up the ho-hum meetings. At each of the meetings, it seemed like I was the center of attention as all the men noticed my “daring” outfit - especially a special one-on-one meeting with ...