Tang Jing - Divorced Woman

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Author: Tang Jing [I] Half a year has passed since the end of my marriage. I have gradually emerged from a state of numbness. After all, it was a marriage that lasted for ten years. I still live in the old house. When dividing the property, my ex-husband generously left the house and car to me. In his words, between him and me, it was easier for him to make money in business, while I was a civil servant with a fixed salary and had greater financial pressure than him.

I am not grateful to him, because only a month after the divorce, he got a marriage certificate with that woman and found a stepmother for our child.

Divorce is not a glorious thing. Although my ex-husband and I handled it discreetly, the news still somehow reached my colleagues at work. Luckily, I'm well-liked, and they either pretended not to know or offered me friendly comfort, so it didn't cause me too much trouble.

Life goes on, but my daily life has become much simpler, completely revolving around work and home. I only go to the supermarket or have skin treatments at the beauty salon on weekends. To help my son adapt as quickly as possible, my ex-husband and I agreed that he would only live with me one day a month.

After my divorce, several close friends kept trying to set me up with potential partners, saying that this matter couldn't be delayed. Out of politeness, I went on a few dates. There were unmarried men three years younger than me, and divorced single men. Some of them were quite good-looking and seemed to like me, but I felt a kind of wariness, or even fear, about relationships. I felt that I didn't want to rush into another committed relationship, so I politely declined these men.

However, my relationship with one man became complicated.

Old Ke is the foreman of the small property management office. He's from Hainan and must be about five years old. He retired from the Armed Police Force. His wife farms back home, while he came to this city alone to work. He has two children: a son in college and a daughter in her final year of high school. So he also works part-time as a small electrician. With these two jobs, he earns about five yuan a month. He lives in the electrical room of the small underground parking garage. The property management company collects a symbolic one yuan a month for rent and utilities.

Old Ke seems like an honest and kind person. He's hardworking, responsible, and helpful, so everyone in the neighborhood praises him highly. For example, when our circuits tripped a few times due to aging, he would come and fix it immediately after we called. If anyone was carrying heavy items, he would definitely help carry them upstairs.

My close relationship with Lao Ke stems from our parking problem.

To save money, we chose the smallest parking space on the far side of the road. Every time I parked, I had to struggle to turn around and then slowly back into the space. I'm a decent driver, but I've never been very good at reversing into a parking space. Lao Ke's electrical room happens to be right behind our parking space. Whenever I come home from work and park, he's usually cooking at the door with an induction cooker. Seeing me struggling to reverse, he always comes over to guide me. This has become an unshakeable habit between us. If he happens to be busy and not there to guide me, I feel uneasy.

I can't remember when I discovered his little quirk, but it was probably in the summer. When I was backing up, I would usually roll down the driver's side window so that Lao Ke could give me directions. He would usually stand by my window, lean over, and give me verbal instructions: "Turn left, don't move, keep going, turn slightly to the right, and so on." It was simple and direct, much more intuitive than those who gestured left and right.

When a woman drives in a skirt, unless it's a long skirt, the skirt will inevitably ride up while she's sitting in the driver's seat. Plus, when she's not paying attention, her legs are sometimes spread quite wide, and if there's a suitable angle… I noticed this once when I was imitating Lao Ke, directing a female teacher at school to back up. I was standing in the same position Lao Ke usually used when directing me. The female teacher was wearing a short skirt, and as her car moved backward, I could see her two snow-white legs sitting in the driver's seat. More and more of her white thighs were exposed. Just as she was about to successfully park, a red triangle at the base of her thighs was clearly visible inside her skirt, bulging and full. At that moment, I suddenly thought of Lao Ke. He always stood in the same spot. Could it be...? Later, when Lao Ke was directing me to back up, I kept a close eye on things and quietly observed him a few times. Sure enough, my guess was confirmed. At first, I was a little angry. I didn't expect that Lao Ke, who seemed honest and kind, would do such a despicable thing.

But after calming down and thinking about it, I quickly forgave him.

I don't know what motivated me, maybe it was pity. I thought about how Lao Ke was over fifty, still working far from home to support our two children's education. So I pretended not to know about his fetish. Sometimes I would even deliberately wear a very short skirt so he could direct me when I was backing up, intentionally backing up slowly to give him ample time to peek under my skirt.

Of course, at that time I didn't know about my husband's affair, and I felt deeply guilty, feeling I had betrayed him to some extent.

Actually, I had no right to accuse my husband of infidelity. I myself had an affair with my son's elementary school teacher, although it only lasted a month, and we slept together three times, and I wasn't the one who initiated it.

Looking back now, I think it's probably because of that experience that I felt indifferent about my relationship with Lao Ke after my divorce.

Besides sneaking peeks under my skirt while directing me to back up, I also discovered Lao Ke's habit of frequently peering into our house from under our balcony.

When he patrolled, he would pause briefly near our building, glance up quickly, and then continue on his way. One weekend, I happened to be home. He walked by and stood under a tree near the wall, seemingly smoking, but he kept looking up. I glanced at our balcony and immediately understood. It was drizzling and humid. On the clothes rack on the balcony hung two pairs of my thongs, one black and one white, the thin, transparent lace swaying gently in the intermittent breeze.

Was he fantasizing about what it would feel like to wear those thongs on my lower body? The narrow fabric barely covering my thick labia? The thick, messy pubic hair typical of mature women peeked out from the edge? The thin straps were deeply embedded in the middle of my full, round buttocks? Or was I wondering if the female teacher who usually looked so quiet and dignified was wearing such provocative underwear under her skirt? At that moment, I was looking at Lao Ke standing downstairs through the curtains and felt a little hot all over. I couldn't help but put one hand on my lower abdomen and gently stroke it.

From then on, this became a teasing game between Lao Ke and me. Previously, I would hang my underwear to dry in front of the bathroom window, but now I hung them on the balcony without any restraint. Every day, different styles of lace panties—openwork, tie-up—especially those narrow thongs, and stockings of various colors, fluttered in the breeze on the balcony, becoming the most alluring sight in Lao Ke's eyes.

Imagine Lao Ke seeing me wearing a pair of black panties while directing me to back up the car; those panties would be washed and hung on the balcony that evening for him to see to his heart's content. Only he could probably understand the feeling.

One was a man who had been living apart from his wife for a long time, and the other was a divorced woman who had long since ceased to have a marital relationship with her husband. The phrase "dry wood meeting a raging fire" perfectly describes our situation.

I don't know how Lao Ke usually satisfied his sexual needs. Knowing his character, I guessed he wouldn't go to prostitutes, but he and his wife only had a chance to meet once a year during the Lunar New Year. Later, in his small room, I saw a male masturbator, commonly known as a "flying cup," which was probably his way of relieving himself.

Lao Ke wasn't stupid; he naturally knew I had noticed his little tricks, but I pretended not to know and acted as usual. Although he had thoughts, at that time my ex-husband and I were still married, so he didn't dare to take any action.

Our skirting the line continued until mid-June.

Summer has arrived, and the weather is getting hotter every day. That day, the water dispenser in my house completely broke down. The machine, which I had used for five years, was long past its warranty period, and I was too lazy to call someone to fix it, so I just ordered a new one on JD.com.

The machine was delivered that day, but the deliveryman only took it to the ground floor, saying that water dispensers weren't considered large items and he wasn't responsible for delivering them to my door. He drove off without waiting for me to complain. To make matters worse, the elevator in our building was under maintenance. While I was standing at the entrance of the stairwell, at a loss, Lao Ke happened to be patrolling nearby. Without a word, he picked up the water dispenser and carried it up the stairs.

In the sweltering heat of 37 or 38 degrees Celsius, carrying a water dispenser up to the fourth floor was no easy task. Lao Ke's clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was drenched in sweat. I turned on the air conditioning so he could rest. He asked me where the water dispenser was, then unpacked it and repacked it for me. When I handed him a glass of water, he gulped it down in one go.

For some reason, my heart suddenly started racing. "

Look at you, all sweaty. Why don't you go take a shower? I know you don't have a bathroom there, and it's a long way to get one."

I said casually, but my heart was pounding in my throat.

"Is...it convenient?" Old Ke was clearly surprised, but I also saw his eye twitch slightly. "

What's inconvenient about it? The neighbors don't know."

I glanced at the closed front door; I hadn't run into anyone on the way up.

Old Ke scratched the back of his head sheepishly and chuckled dryly. "

I'll get you a towel."

I retrieved a new towel from my bedroom and handed it to him.

Old Ke didn't refuse again; I could smell the sweat emanating from him, so he must have been really hot.

While Lao Ke was taking a shower, I didn't know what to do, so I just picked up the water dispenser's instruction manual and started flipping through it.

Less than five minutes later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and I heard the door open. "

You're here so soon..." I turned around and froze, only managing to utter half a sentence.

Lao Ke stood completely naked in the bathroom doorway. I saw his lean, muscular body; there wasn't an ounce of fat on his stomach, and I could vaguely see a few abdominal muscles. Below his lower abdomen was a large, bushy, messy inverted triangle. What shocked me most was that beneath that patch of hair stood a dark red penis, already erect.

Although I had anticipated something might happen today, I didn't expect it to come so directly. If there were a video recording, I would definitely want to see what my expression was like. I estimate that I was frozen in place for five or six seconds before I instinctively turned around and tried to escape into the bedroom, as if waking from a dream.

But I had only run a few steps when Lao Ke hugged me from behind.

Although it sounded like a scene from an old-fashioned Hong Kong or Taiwanese Category III film, it actually happened.

I remember Lao Ke's actions were direct and decisive. One hand reached into the neckline of my dress and grabbed one of my breasts through my bra, while the other hand lifted my skirt, revealing my ample buttocks encased in pantyhose. I was wearing a pair of Bonas 2D ultra-thin stockings, and my bright pink panties were clearly visible inside the stockings. Lao Ke's hands squeezed my slightly sagging buttocks forcefully.

I think a normal woman would have screamed at this point, but I didn't. Up until this point, Lao Ke and I hadn't said a word.

I heard Lao Ke's heavy breathing, and I thought it was the sound only a wild beast would make.

Old Ke grabbed my pantyhose by the waist and pulled them down along with my underwear. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I looked at the half-open glass door to the balcony in the living room, the wind making the sheer curtains flutter.

"No..." I stared at the balcony worriedly.

Old Ke followed my gaze, understood my worry, and pushed me into the bedroom, making me put my hands on the big bed that used to belong to me and my ex-husband. My mind went blank. Before I could even hesitate, a hot and incredibly hard object pierced my crotch. I hadn't felt this familiar yet strange sensation for more than half a year. It had been eight months since my husband and I had separated and divorced.

As if just waking up to something, I pushed against Lao Ke's lower abdomen with my hand. "

Go get a condom from the bedside table," I said frantically.

Lao Ke cooperated, withdrawing his penis and going to the bedside table. He opened it and rummaged around; there was a box of Okamoto condoms that my ex-husband and I hadn't finished using.

After getting dressed, Lao Ke came back behind me. Seeing that I was still in the same position, he brazenly and calmly lifted my skirt, then started pulling at the shoulder straps of my dress, first my left hand, then my right. I mechanically let him take off the dress completely, then my bra, then my half-removed pantyhose and underwear, and finally my high heels, until I was completely naked.

His hot, firm penis entered my body again. I lowered my head until my face was pressed against the sheets.

Old Ke breathed heavily, his hands grasping my heavy, drooping 36D breasts, swaying them back and forth with his thrusts.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if I experienced any physical pleasure at that moment. I only know that the process was very short, maybe only three or four minutes, before I climaxed. Old Ke almost immediately followed with a death convulsion, his body pressing heavily against my back, and we both collapsed onto the large bed.

What happened next made me both laugh and cry. After getting off me, Old Ke knelt down in front of me with a thud. "

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Teacher Tang, I was too impulsive."

His voice even trembled slightly.

"Stop talking, just leave."

I didn't know how to handle the situation at the time, so I pulled the air conditioner blanket off the bed to cover my naked body.

Old Ke was haphazardly putting on his clothes in the living room. I wrapped myself in the blanket and walked to the bedroom door. Our eyes met, and I quickly lowered my head, looking at the floor, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, don't let the neighbors see."

It took a while for Old Ke to leave before my thoughts returned to normal. I felt like everything that had just happened was a dream. I started to doubt that I had had this kind of relationship with the junior property manager, until I saw that wrinkled condom on the bedroom floor, the tip full of a tube of cloudy white liquid. How long had this man been suppressing his feelings? I felt a vague sense of regret, but this was followed by a feeling of satisfaction at getting revenge on my ex-husband.

For the next few days, everything between Lao Ke and me was normal, as if nothing had happened. Plus, I was busy at work for a whole week, leaving early and returning late, so I rarely saw Lao Ke, which avoided any awkwardness between us.

After working overtime over the weekend, I had a compensatory day off on Monday. That afternoon, just after four o'clock, I woke up from my nap and didn't want to get out of bed. There was a high-temperature orange alert for 38 degrees Celsius outside. The air conditioning was blowing comfortably when suddenly the power went out. I opened the door and saw that the streetlights in the hallway were still on, but my apartment was without power.

After calling the property management, I realized that the electrician coming to check and repair the apartment must be Lao Ke, since he's the only electrician in the neighborhood.

It had been exactly a week since the water dispenser was delivered, and I couldn't help but recall some details from that day. A strange mix of fear and anticipation stirred within me. Just as I was lost in thought, there was a knock at the door, and sure enough, it was Lao Ke.

It was just a simple blown fuse; Lao Ke quickly replaced it with a new one. The hallway was quiet. The apartment across the hall had been rented out; a white-collar worker lived there and had already gone to work. I said, "Come in and have a glass of water."

When Lao Ke came in, he saw the pink nightgown I was wearing. I was so embarrassed. I knew the electrician was coming, but I didn't change my clothes. Wasn't I just hoping something would happen? I wasn't wearing a bra under the pink silk fabric, and the outline of my two heavy breasts was vaguely visible. My two big nipples were clearly protruding, and my black panties were barely visible below.

Old Ke didn't drink water in the end, but instead got into my bedroom... After the second, third, and fourth time, I wasn't so secretive anymore. To be honest, if it were purely about satisfying my physical needs, I had many choices, even quite a few excellent single men. Why did I choose Old Ke? I asked myself that question. Maybe it was just that I wanted to be shameless, not that I wanted to belittle Old Ke, but the difference in our social status was really huge. Because of that, every time I had sex with him, I felt a sense of pleasure, like I was punishing my ex-husband.

A forty-year-old woman is terrifying, especially a woman harboring resentment.

Old Ke seems to have far more energy than his peers, which surprised me. But it may be related to his military service. In less than a month since mid-June, we have had sex at least twice, which is almost the same frequency as my ex-husband and I had in half a year.

Several times he would sneak over to my house after getting off work at 2 a.m. After we made love, he would sneak back to his electrical substation. He would come up again before I left for work in the morning. Later, I thought it was too risky. What if the neighbor across the hall caught us one morning? So I started leaving an hour earlier and sneaking into his electrical substation when I went to get my car. That location happened to be a blind spot for the surveillance cameras. Often, when I entered, he would be waiting naked. He would quickly strip me naked and we would have sex hastily in his cramped bunk bed.

The most daring time was in the underground parking garage, right in my car. That was my first time having sex in a car. It was a weekend, and I had come from a high school reunion. I had drunk a little, and since I don't have a high alcohol tolerance, I was a bit dizzy. So, a male classmate from high school drove the car for me. He backed the car into the parking space for me. When he said goodbye, Lao Ke saw us. After he left, I sat in the car to rest, and Lao Ke went out for a drive. When he came back, I had locked the car and was about to go upstairs. "

Who was that guy?" Lao Ke asked.

I didn't notice that Lao Ke's tone was a little unhappy, so I casually said, "His new girlfriend." "

So soon you've hooked up with someone else again."

Lao Ke said, grabbing my hand.

It was only then that I realized Lao Ke's unusual behavior. I struggled a few times but couldn't shake off his grip. It was about 1:30 PM, and the underground parking garage was quiet. I didn't dare to make a sound, and Lao Ke took the opportunity to pull me into his arms, kissing me as he did so. "

Are you crazy? Someone might see us here."

I pushed him away a few times. "

Who would come at this hour? Dressed like that, and drunk, you've been out picking up guys, haven't you?" Lao Ke muttered dissatisfyingly, looking me up and down. I was wearing a floral print sundress, a bit short, just past mid-thigh, with black stockings and bright red high heels. "

No, it's just our high school reunion."

I realized Lao Ke was losing control and tried to calm him down.

The party was just an excuse, the real purpose was to hook up, right? If he hadn't run into me, would that male classmate have taken him upstairs? I'm so tired, I want to go home.

I pushed Lao Ke away forcefully, trying to get rid of him. If I didn't want to linger with him in this place for too long, some late-night passenger might see us.

Lao Ke was very strong, and he actually held me even tighter. What I didn't expect was what happened next: he grabbed the two shoulder straps of my dress and pulled them down, all the way to my forearms. This exposed my upper body, revealing a half-cup black lace bra underneath, my large breasts swaying violently, barely contained.

I instinctively covered my chest, and Lao Ke seized the opportunity to grab my skirt and lift it up, completely exposing my long legs encased in black stockings. He reached out and groped my taut, silk-stockinged buttocks. "

Lao Ke, what are you doing?"

I twisted my waist more violently, trying to break free. "

What are you saying I'm doing? Don't you just want to find a man to have sex with tonight?" Lao Ke said viciously.

Everyone knows what high school reunions are like. In that age of budding romance, everyone has some inexplicable feelings for the opposite sex. Although we went our separate ways after graduation and are now all married and have families of our own, we are all more worldly and mature at these reunions. After so many years, when we get together again and our spouses aren't there, some of us boldly say things we wouldn't have dared to say back then, fueled by alcohol. I was the prettiest girl in high school, and of course, a few male classmates said some ambiguous things to me at the reunion. Women are vain after all. Being pursued by the opposite sex, I remained outwardly calm, but inside I was feeling a surge of emotions.

Although Lao Ke said it in anger, I thought about it carefully. If I had just given a little hint, this male classmate would most likely have taken me upstairs. The rest would have been obvious. After all, he was the prettiest girl in my high school class, and he had feelings for me back then. However, I didn't accept any of the boys' advances at the time and only started dating in college. But men always seem to hold onto things they wanted but didn't get when they were young, right? Lao Ke pushed me to my bike, near the wall, where it wasn't visible from the outside. He ripped my pantyhose down to my thighs. I don't know if it was because I was drunk or for some other reason, or maybe because I had been teased by those male classmates with ambiguous words at the class reunion. That's when I realized that my underwear was a little wet.

I didn't show any particular resistance to Lao Ke's roughness.

Lao Ke pulled my underwear and pantyhose down to my ankles. I hesitated for a moment, but still complied by lifting my leg so he could take the pantyhose and underwear off one leg and hang them on the other ankle.

I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled and turned to see Lao Ke pull his penis out of his pants, already hard and erect.

I couldn't care less about anything else. I put my hands on the trunk lid of my car, lowered my head, and Lao Ke's thing suddenly shoved into me from behind.

I cried out. He used a lot of force, but my vagina wasn't dry, so Lao Ke didn't have much trouble getting all the way in.

Because of our height differences—I'm 1.7 meters tall, and Lao Ke is only about 1.63 meters—plus I was wearing high heels, the position was quite awkward. Even though I tried my best to bend over, he still had to stand on tiptoe.

Doing such a shameful thing hastily in this place made us both extremely tense, which caused our adrenaline to surge even more. Plus, I was completely intoxicated by then, so I didn't care how shameful this almost wild behavior was.

Do you think that guy would be furious if he knew that a security guard beat him to it? Old Ke spoke recklessly, thrusting his hips forward violently. I don't know if it was my imagination, but he seemed especially hard tonight, so much so that my wet, slippery walls were being intensely rubbed, sending shivers down my spine.

I was experiencing physical pleasure, which instantly dispelled the slight unpleasantness I had initially felt due to Old Ke's domineering nature.

He kept saying crazy things, um... I lowered my head, my messy hair hanging down on either side of my cheeks.

It was already late at night, and the sounds from the contact between the male and female organs seemed particularly lewd and jarring. I felt a little ashamed, struggling to hold onto the trunk lid with both hands to maintain my balance, welcoming Old Ke's rapid thrusts. My full, plump buttocks trembled elastically with each thrust of Old Ke's hips.

Lao Ke moved his hands up from my waist, and grabbed and kneaded my heavy breasts through the black bra. As if this wasn't enough, he pushed the bra down again, completely exposing my breasts, and played with my two nipples with his fingers. His breathing became more and more rapid, and he pushed my body up several times. I had to spread my thighs as wide as possible and stand on tiptoes in the high heels.

Ah... Lao Ke... don't stop... I'm coming.

I moaned shamelessly.

During this time, a car returning home late drove past in the underground parking garage. Although it was far away, the headlights still startled us. In a state of high tension, Lao Ke quickly ejaculated.

Hot liquid flowed down my genitals, reaching my inner thighs.

We quickly separated and straightened our clothes. I found it troublesome and didn't bother to put my half-undone pantyhose and underwear back on. I completely undressed and stuffed them into my handbag. Two people got out of a car that had just parked in the distance and stood by the car getting their things, completely unaware that a couple in the corner had just finished their lovemaking.

You're incredibly bold.

I pushed hard against Lao Ke's chest, pulling up the straps of my dress that had slipped down to my waist. "

I can't help it, I always lose my mind when I'm with you,"

Lao Ke said with a mischievous grin.

I didn't say anything more to him, grabbed my handbag, and quickly walked into the stairwell. There were three missed calls on my phone in the bag, from the male classmate who had just brought me here. I guessed Lao Ke and I were chatting away when he sent me a WeChat message asking if I got home safely and if I was okay. My heart warmed, but then a pang of guilt washed over me.

[To be continued]

Author: Tang Jing [Part 1] Half a year has passed since the end of my marriage. I have gradually emerged from a state of numbness. After all, it was a marriage that lasted for ten years. I still live in the old house. When dividing the property, my ex-husband generously left the house and car to me. In his words, between him and me, it was easier for him to make money in business, while I was a civil servant with a fixed salary and had greater financial pressure than him.

I am not grateful to him, because only a month after the divorce, he got a marriage certificate with that woman and found a stepmother for our child.

Divorce is not a glorious thing. Although my ex-husband and I handled it discreetly, the news still somehow reached my colleagues at work. Luckily, I'm well-liked, and they either pretended not to know or offered me friendly comfort, so it didn't cause me too much trouble.

Life goes on, but my daily life has become much simpler, completely revolving around work and home. I only go to the supermarket or have skin treatments at the beauty salon on weekends. To help my son adapt as quickly as possible, my ex-husband and I agreed that he would only live with me one day a month.

After my divorce, several close friends kept trying to set me up with potential partners, saying that this matter couldn't be delayed. Out of politeness, I went on a few dates. There were unmarried men three years younger than me, and divorced single men. Some of them were quite good-looking and seemed to like me, but I felt a kind of wariness, or even fear, about relationships. I felt that I didn't want to rush into another committed relationship, so I politely declined these men.

However, my relationship with one man became complicated.

Old Ke is the foreman of the small property management office. He's from Hainan and must be about five years old. He retired from the Armed Police Force. His wife farms back home, while he came to this city alone to work. He has two children: a son in college and a daughter in her final year of high school. So he also works part-time as a small electrician. With these two jobs, he earns about five yuan a month. He lives in the electrical room of the small underground parking garage. The property management company collects a symbolic one yuan a month for rent and utilities.

Old Ke seems like an honest and kind person. He's hardworking, responsible, and helpful, so everyone in the neighborhood praises him highly. For example, when our circuits tripped a few times due to aging, he would come and fix it immediately after we called. If anyone was carrying heavy items, he would definitely help carry them upstairs.

My close relationship with Lao Ke stems from our parking problem.

To save money, we chose the smallest parking space on the far side of the road. Every time I parked, I had to struggle to turn around and then slowly back into the space. I'm a decent driver, but I've never been very good at reversing into a parking space. Lao Ke's electrical room happens to be right behind our parking space. Whenever I come home from work and park, he's usually cooking at the door with an induction cooker. Seeing me struggling to reverse, he always comes over to guide me. This has become an unshakeable habit between us. If he happens to be busy and not there to guide me, I feel uneasy.

I can't remember when I discovered his little quirk, but it was probably in the summer. When I was backing up, I would usually roll down the driver's side window so that Lao Ke could give me directions. He would usually stand by my window, lean over, and give me verbal instructions: "Turn left, don't move, keep going, turn slightly to the right, and so on." It was simple and direct, much more intuitive than those who gestured left and right.

When a woman drives in a skirt, unless it's a long skirt, the skirt will inevitably ride up while she's sitting in the driver's seat. Plus, when she's not paying attention, her legs are sometimes spread quite wide, and if there's a suitable angle… I noticed this once when I was imitating Lao Ke, directing a female teacher at school to back up. I was standing in the same position Lao Ke usually used when directing me. The female teacher was wearing a short skirt, and as her car moved backward, I could see her two snow-white legs sitting in the driver's seat. More and more of her white thighs were exposed. Just as she was about to successfully park, a red triangle at the base of her thighs was clearly visible inside her skirt, bulging and full. At that moment, I suddenly thought of Lao Ke. He always stood in the same spot. Could it be...? Later, when Lao Ke was directing me to back up, I kept a close eye on things and quietly observed him a few times. Sure enough, my guess was confirmed. At first, I was a little angry. I didn't expect that Lao Ke, who seemed honest and kind, would do such a despicable thing.

But after calming down and thinking about it, I quickly forgave him.

I don't know what motivated me, maybe it was pity. I thought about how Lao Ke was over fifty, still working far from home to support our two children's education. So I pretended not to know about his fetish. Sometimes I would even deliberately wear a very short skirt so he could direct me when I was backing up, intentionally backing up slowly to give him ample time to peek under my skirt.

Of course, at that time I didn't know about my husband's affair, and I felt deeply guilty, feeling I had betrayed him to some extent.

Actually, I had no right to accuse my husband of infidelity. I myself had an affair with my son's elementary school teacher, although it only lasted a month, and we slept together three times, and I wasn't the one who initiated it.

Looking back now, I think it's probably because of that experience that I felt indifferent about my relationship with Lao Ke after my divorce.

Besides sneaking peeks under my skirt while directing me to back up, I also discovered Lao Ke's habit of frequently peering into our house from under our balcony.

When he patrolled, he would pause briefly near our building, glance up quickly, and then continue on his way. One weekend, I happened to be home. He walked by and stood under a tree near the wall, seemingly smoking, but he kept looking up. I glanced at our balcony and immediately understood. It was drizzling and humid. On the clothes rack on the balcony hung two pairs of my thongs, one black and one white, the thin, transparent lace swaying gently in the intermittent breeze.

Was he fantasizing about what it would feel like to wear those thongs on my lower body? The narrow fabric barely covering my thick labia? The thick, messy pubic hair typical of mature women peeked out from the edge? The thin straps were deeply embedded in the middle of my full, round buttocks? Or was I wondering if the female teacher who usually looked so quiet and dignified was wearing such provocative underwear under her skirt? At that moment, I was looking at Lao Ke standing downstairs through the curtains and felt a little hot all over. I couldn't help but put one hand on my lower abdomen and gently stroke it.

From then on, this became a teasing game between Lao Ke and me. In the past, I would hang my underwear in front of the bathroom window, but now I hung it on the balcony without any scruples. Every day, I would wear different styles of lace panties, openwork ones, tie ones, especially those narrow and small thongs, and stockings of various colors. They fluttered in the breeze on the balcony, becoming the most tempting sight in Lao Ke's eyes.

Imagine Lao Ke seeing me wearing only black underwear while he's backing up the car. That night, those underwear will be washed and hung out to dry on the balcony for him to see. Only he can truly understand the feeling.

One is a man who has been separated from his wife for a long time, and the other is a divorced woman who has long since lost her marital relationship with her husband. The phrase "dry wood and raging fire" perfectly describes our situation.

I don't know how Lao Ke usually satisfies his sexual needs. Given his character, I guess he wouldn't go to prostitutes, but he and his wife only have a chance to meet once a year during the Lunar New Year. Later, in his small room, I saw a male masturbator, also known as a "flying cup." This must be his way of relieving himself.

Old Ke wasn't stupid; he naturally knew I'd noticed his little tricks. But I pretended not to know and acted as usual. Although he had his own ideas, my ex-husband and I weren't divorced yet, so he didn't dare take any real action.

Our skirting the line continued until mid-June.

Summer was in full swing, and the weather was getting hotter every day. That day, our water dispenser completely broke down. The five-year-old machine was well past its warranty period, and I was too lazy to call someone to fix it, so I just ordered a new one from JD.com.

The machine was delivered that day, but the deliveryman only took it to the ground floor, saying that water dispensers weren't considered large items and he wasn't responsible for delivering them to my door. He drove off without waiting for me to complain. To make matters worse, the elevator in our building was under maintenance. While I was standing at the entrance of the stairwell, at a loss, Lao Ke happened to be patrolling nearby. Without a word, he picked up the water dispenser and carried it up the stairs.

In the sweltering heat of 37 or 38 degrees Celsius, carrying a water dispenser up to the fourth floor was no easy task. Lao Ke's clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was drenched in sweat. I turned on the air conditioning so he could rest. He asked me where the water dispenser was, then unpacked it and repacked it for me. When I handed him a glass of water, he gulped it down in one go.

For some reason, my heart suddenly started racing. "

Look at you, all sweaty. Why don't you go take a shower? I know you don't have a bathroom there, and it's a long way to get one."

I said casually, but my heart was pounding in my throat.

"Is...it convenient?" Old Ke was clearly surprised, but I also saw his eye twitch slightly. "

What's inconvenient about it? The neighbors don't know."

I glanced at the closed front door; I hadn't run into anyone on the way up.

Old Ke scratched the back of his head sheepishly and chuckled dryly. "

I'll get you a towel."

I retrieved a new towel from my bedroom and handed it to him.

Old Ke didn't refuse again; I could smell the sweat emanating from him, so he must have been really hot.

While Lao Ke was taking a shower, I didn't know what to do, so I just picked up the water dispenser's instruction manual and started flipping through it.

Less than five minutes later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and I heard the door open. "

You're here so soon..." I turned around and froze, only managing to utter half a sentence.

Lao Ke stood completely naked in the bathroom doorway. I saw his lean, muscular body; there wasn't an ounce of fat on his stomach, and I could vaguely see a few abdominal muscles. Below his lower abdomen was a large, bushy, messy inverted triangle. What shocked me most was that beneath that patch of hair stood a dark red penis, already erect.

Although I had anticipated something might happen today, I didn't expect it to come so directly. If there were a video recording, I would definitely want to see what my expression was like. I estimate that I was frozen in place for five or six seconds before I instinctively turned around and tried to escape into the bedroom, as if waking from a dream.

But I had only run a few steps when Lao Ke hugged me from behind.

Although it sounded like a scene from an old-fashioned Hong Kong or Taiwanese Category III film, it actually happened.

I remember Lao Ke's actions were direct and decisive. One hand reached into the neckline of my dress and grabbed one of my breasts through my bra, while the other hand lifted my skirt, revealing my ample buttocks encased in pantyhose. I was wearing a pair of Bonas 2D ultra-thin stockings, and my bright pink panties were clearly visible inside the stockings. Lao Ke's hands squeezed my slightly sagging buttocks forcefully.

I think a normal woman would have screamed at this point, but I didn't. Up until this point, Lao Ke and I hadn't said a word.

I heard Lao Ke's heavy breathing, and I thought it was the sound only a wild beast would make.

Old Ke grabbed my pantyhose by the waist and pulled them down along with my underwear. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I looked at the half-open glass door to the balcony in the living room, the wind making the sheer curtains flutter.

"No..." I stared at the balcony worriedly.

Old Ke followed my gaze, understood my worry, and pushed me into the bedroom, making me put my hands on the big bed that used to belong to me and my ex-husband. My mind went blank. Before I could even hesitate, a hot and incredibly hard object pierced my crotch. I hadn't felt this familiar yet strange sensation for more than half a year. It had been eight months since my husband and I had separated and divorced.

As if just waking up to something, I pushed against Lao Ke's lower abdomen with my hand. "

Go get a condom from the bedside table," I said frantically.

Lao Ke cooperated, withdrawing his penis and going to the bedside table. He opened it and rummaged around; there was a box of Okamoto condoms that my ex-husband and I hadn't finished using.

After getting dressed, Lao Ke came back behind me. Seeing that I was still in the same position, he brazenly and calmly lifted my skirt, then started pulling at the shoulder straps of my dress, first my left hand, then my right. I mechanically let him take off the dress completely, then my bra, then my half-removed pantyhose and underwear, and finally my high heels, until I was completely naked.

His hot, firm penis entered my body again. I lowered my head until my face was pressed against the sheets.

Old Ke breathed heavily, his hands grasping my heavy, drooping 36D breasts, swaying them back and forth with his thrusts.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if I experienced any physical pleasure at that moment. I only know that the process was very short, maybe only three or four minutes, before I climaxed. Old Ke almost immediately followed with a death convulsion, his body pressing heavily against my back, and we both collapsed onto the large bed.

What happened next made me both laugh and cry. After getting off me, Old Ke knelt down in front of me with a thud. "

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Teacher Tang, I was too impulsive."

His voice even trembled slightly.

"Stop talking, just leave."

I didn't know how to handle the situation at the time, so I pulled the air conditioner blanket off the bed to cover my naked body.

Old Ke was haphazardly putting on his clothes in the living room. I wrapped myself in the blanket and walked to the bedroom door. Our eyes met, and I quickly lowered my head, looking at the floor, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, don't let the neighbors see."

It took a while for Old Ke to leave before my thoughts returned to normal. I felt like everything that had just happened was a dream. I started to doubt that I had had this kind of relationship with the junior property manager, until I saw that wrinkled condom on the bedroom floor, the tip full of a tube of cloudy white liquid. How long had this man been suppressing his feelings? I felt a vague sense of regret, but what followed was a feeling of satisfaction at getting revenge on my ex-husband.

In the following days, everything between Lao Ke and me was normal, as if nothing had happened. In addition, I was busy at work for a whole week, leaving early and returning late, so I rarely had any contact with Lao Ke, which also avoided any awkwardness between us.

After working overtime over the weekend, I had a compensatory day off on Monday. That afternoon, just after 4 PM, I woke up from my nap and lingered in bed, reluctant to get out of bed. There was an orange high-temperature warning sign outside, indicating a temperature of 38 degrees Celsius. The air conditioning was blowing comfortably when suddenly the power went out. I opened the door and saw that the streetlights in the hallway were still on, but my apartment was without power.

After calling the property management, I remembered that the person coming to check and repair the apartment must be Lao Ke, since he was the only electrician in the neighborhood.

It had been exactly one week since the water dispenser was delivered, and I couldn't help but recall some details from that day. I felt a strange mix of fear and anticipation, and while I was still lost in thought, there was a knock on the door. Sure enough, it was Lao Ke.

It was just a simple fuse blown. Old Ke quickly replaced it with a new one. The hallway was quiet. The apartment across the hall had been rented out; a white-collar worker lived there and had already gone to work. I said, "Come in and have a drink of water."

Old Ke came in and looked at my pink loungewear. I felt embarrassed for myself. Knowing the electrician was coming, I didn't even change my clothes. Wasn't I just hoping something would happen? I wasn't wearing a bra under the pink silk fabric, and the outline of my two heavy breasts was vaguely visible. Two large hickeys were clearly protruding, and my black panties were barely visible below.

Old Ke didn't drink water in the end, but instead got into my bedroom... After the second, third, and fourth time, I wasn't so secretive anymore. To be honest, if it were purely about satisfying my physical needs, I had many choices, even quite a few excellent single men. Why did I choose Old Ke? I asked myself that question. Maybe it was just that I wanted to be shameless, not that I wanted to belittle Old Ke, but the difference in our social status was really huge. Because of that, every time I had sex with him, I felt a sense of pleasure, like I was punishing my ex-husband.

A forty-year-old woman is terrifying, especially a woman harboring resentment.

Old Ke seems to have far more energy than his peers, which surprised me. But it may be related to his military service. In less than a month since mid-June, we have had sex at least twice, which is almost the same frequency as my ex-husband and I had in half a year.

Several times he would sneak over to my house after getting off work at 2 a.m. After we made love, he would sneak back to his electrical substation. He would come up again before I left for work in the morning. Later, I thought it was too risky. What if the neighbor across the hall caught us one morning? So I started leaving an hour earlier and sneaking into his electrical substation when I went to get my car. That location happened to be a blind spot for the surveillance cameras. Often, when I entered, he would be waiting naked. He would quickly strip me naked and we would have sex hastily in his cramped bunk bed.

The most daring time was in the underground parking garage, right in my car. That was my first time having sex in a car. It was a weekend, and I had come from a high school reunion. I had drunk a little, and since I don't have a high alcohol tolerance, I was a bit dizzy. So, a male classmate from high school drove the car for me. He backed the car into the parking space for me. When he said goodbye, Lao Ke saw us. After he left, I sat in the car to rest, and Lao Ke went out for a drive. When he came back, I had locked the car and was about to go upstairs. "

Who was that guy?" Lao Ke asked.

I didn't notice that Lao Ke's tone was a little unhappy, so I casually said, "His new girlfriend." "

So soon you've hooked up with someone else again."

Lao Ke said, grabbing my hand.

It was only then that I realized Lao Ke's unusual behavior. I struggled a few times but couldn't shake off his grip. It was about 1:30 PM, and the underground parking garage was quiet. I didn't dare to make a sound, and Lao Ke took the opportunity to pull me into his arms, kissing me as he did so. "

Are you crazy? Someone might see us here."

I pushed him away a few times. "

Who would come at this hour? Dressed like that, and drunk, you've been out picking up guys, haven't you?" Lao Ke muttered dissatisfyingly, looking me up and down. I was wearing a floral print sundress, a bit short, just past mid-thigh, with black stockings and bright red high heels. "

No, it's just our high school reunion."

I realized Lao Ke was losing control and tried to calm him down.

The party was just an excuse, the real purpose was to hook up, right? If he hadn't run into me, would that male classmate have taken him upstairs? I'm so tired, I want to go home.

I pushed Lao Ke away forcefully, trying to get rid of him. If I didn't want to linger with him in this place for too long, some late-night passenger might see us.

Lao Ke was very strong, and he actually held me even tighter. What I didn't expect was what happened next: he grabbed the two shoulder straps of my dress and pulled them down, all the way to my forearms. This exposed my upper body, revealing a half-cup black lace bra underneath, my large breasts swaying violently, barely contained.

I instinctively covered my chest, and Lao Ke seized the opportunity to grab my skirt and lift it up, completely exposing my long legs encased in black stockings. He reached out and groped my taut, silk-stockinged buttocks. "

Lao Ke, what are you doing?"

I twisted my waist more violently, trying to break free. "

What are you saying I'm doing? Don't you just want to find a man to have sex with tonight?" Lao Ke said viciously.

Everyone knows what high school reunions are like. In that age of budding romance, everyone has some inexplicable feelings for the opposite sex. Although we went our separate ways after graduation and are now all married and have families of our own, we are all more worldly and mature at these reunions. After so many years, when we get together again and our spouses aren't there, some of us boldly say things we wouldn't have dared to say back then, fueled by alcohol. I was the prettiest girl in high school, and of course, a few male classmates said some ambiguous things to me at the reunion. Women are vain after all. Being pursued by the opposite sex, I remained outwardly calm, but inside I was feeling a surge of emotions.

Although Lao Ke said it in anger, I thought about it carefully. If I had just given a little hint, this male classmate would most likely have taken me upstairs. The rest would have been obvious. After all, he was the prettiest girl in my high school class, and he had feelings for me back then. However, I didn't accept any of the boys' advances at the time and only started dating in college. But men always seem to hold onto things they wanted but didn't get when they were young, right? Lao Ke pushed me to my bike, near the wall, where it wasn't visible from the outside. He ripped my pantyhose down to my thighs. I don't know if it was because I was drunk or for some other reason, or maybe because I had been teased by those male classmates with ambiguous words at the class reunion. That's when I realized that my underwear was a little wet.

I didn't show any particular resistance to Lao Ke's roughness.

Lao Ke pulled my underwear and pantyhose down to my ankles. I hesitated for a moment, but still complied by lifting my leg so he could take the pantyhose and underwear off one leg and hang them on the other ankle.

I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled and turned to see Lao Ke pull his penis out of his pants, already hard and erect.

I couldn't care less about anything else. I put my hands on the trunk lid of my car, lowered my head, and Lao Ke's thing suddenly shoved into me from behind.

I cried out. He used a lot of force, but my vagina wasn't dry, so Lao Ke didn't have much trouble getting all the way in.

Because of our height differences—I'm 1.7 meters tall, and Lao Ke is only about 1.63 meters—plus I was wearing high heels, the position was quite awkward. Even though I tried my best to bend over, he still had to stand on tiptoe.

Doing such a shameful thing hastily in this place made us both extremely tense, which caused our adrenaline to surge even more. Plus, I was completely intoxicated by then, so I didn't care how shameful this almost wild behavior was.

Do you think that guy would be furious if he knew that a security guard beat him to it? Old Ke spoke recklessly, thrusting his hips hard. I don't know if it was my imagination, but he seemed especially hard tonight, so much so that my wet and slippery walls were being intensely rubbed, making me feel numb and tingly.

I was physically aroused, which instantly dispelled the slight unpleasantness I initially felt due to Lao Ke's domineering behavior.

He kept saying crazy things, um… I lowered my head, my messy hair hanging down on either side of my cheeks.

It was late at night, and the sounds of the genitals pressed together between a man and a woman sounded particularly lewd and jarring. I felt a little ashamed, struggling to hold onto the trunk lid with both hands to maintain my balance as I welcomed Lao Ke's rapid thrusts. My full, plump buttocks trembled elastically with each slam of his hips.

Lao Ke moved his hands up from my waist, and grabbed and kneaded my heavy breasts through the black bra. As if this wasn't enough, he pushed the bra down again, completely exposing my breasts, and played with my two nipples with his fingers. His breathing became more and more rapid, and he pushed my body up several times. I had to spread my thighs as wide as possible and stand on tiptoes in the high heels.

Ah... Lao Ke... don't stop... I'm coming.

I moaned shamelessly.

During this time, a car returning home late drove past in the underground parking garage. Although it was far away, the headlights still startled us. In a state of high tension, Lao Ke quickly ejaculated.

Hot liquid flowed down my genitals, reaching my inner thighs.

We quickly separated and straightened our clothes. I found it troublesome and didn't bother to put my half-undone pantyhose and underwear back on. I completely undressed and stuffed them into my handbag. Two people got out of a car that had just parked in the distance and stood by the car getting their things, completely unaware that a couple in the corner had just finished their lovemaking.

You're incredibly bold.

I pushed hard against Lao Ke's chest, pulling up the straps of my dress that had slipped down to my waist. "

I can't help it, I always lose my mind when I'm with you,"

Lao Ke said with a mischievous grin.

I didn't say anything more to him, quickly grabbing my handbag and heading up the stairs. My phone had three missed calls from the male classmate who had brought me there. I guessed Lao Ke and I were chatting away then; he'd even sent me a WeChat message asking if I got home safely and if I was okay. A warmth welled up inside me, but a pang of guilt followed.

[To be continued]

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