The beauty salon next door

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I was unemployed right after graduating from university. Out of desperation, I scraped together some money and rented a storefront along the street to start a home decoration business. At first, there wasn't much work, so I spent all day in front of the computer, either listening to music or renting movies from the video store across the street.

Next door was a hair salon. The proprietress looked to be in her late twenties, not very tall, but quite voluptuous. Her firm breasts jiggleed as she walked, and every time I saw her walk past my shop, my little brother would feel a strong attraction to her restless little rabbits.

When she wasn't busy, she would occasionally come to my so-called office to hang out, asking me to play her favorite songs. We gradually became familiar, and I learned her name—Ali. Ali employed four girls. At first, I thought she ran a brothel because her business was so good.

Later, I gradually learned that Ali was a good hairdresser, beautiful, and had a sweet tongue, and the other girls were also very pretty, so business was booming.

I remember one afternoon, having nothing to do, I went next door. Only Ali was inside, standing next to a massage chair making a phone call. When she saw me come in, she smiled and nodded, then gestured for me to sit in the massage chair next to her. She turned slightly, and I sat down.

She kept talking on and on, even flirting. I wanted to tease her, since her back was to me. I secretly tickled her armpit, but unexpectedly, she pushed my leg back with her buttocks. I gently pulled her, and she actually sat down on my lap. My penis immediately became erect; she must have felt it.

To my surprise, she just sat there nonchalantly, gently swaying from side to side. Three minutes later, her call ended, and I was almost ready to ejaculate.

This could be considered our first intimate encounter. After that first intimate encounter, Ali and I became more natural, and sometimes we would make slightly risqué jokes. Whenever I made jokes like that, my heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat. How wonderful it would be to spend the whole night going crazy with her!

Happiness came much faster than I expected. On New Year's Day, I was having dinner with some friends, and it was already midnight when I got back. From afar, I saw Ali sitting in front of her shop. As I approached, she stood up excitedly and said, "Someone's here! Could you help me pull down the shutter from the outside? I can't do it by myself."

I asked her where the others were, and Ali said they'd all gone home after being given two days off. I asked her, "Aren't you scared sleeping in there all by yourself? Why don't you come to my dorm, and I'll watch over it for you tonight?"

(Hehe, to be honest, I'm not that noble; I only did it because of lust.) She seemed genuinely scared. Seeing my sincere expression, she hesitated for a moment, then took my key and went to my dorm.

(By the way, Ali and I rented apartments from the same company. We both had dorm rooms on the second floor, like in a tenement building. The dorms upstairs were occupied by those girls, and they were next to mine. I'll tell you about my story with another girl later.) I

pulled down the shutter and sat alone in the small room of the beauty salon. The slightly ambiguous space, combined with a little alcohol, made my restless heart start to stir again. I thought, Ali is lying on my bed right now. Is she fully clothed? If I go up now, will she open the door for me? What if she doesn't? Will things get awkward?

After a few minutes of struggle, lust finally won over reason, and I decided to try my luck. As soon as I pulled the shutter down from the outside, my heart started pounding, and my throat felt a little constricted. When I

got to my dorm room door, I knocked. Ali asked who it was. Hearing my voice, she asked what I wanted. I said I wanted to chat, and asked her to open the door. She seemed a little unhappy, saying, "What's there to talk about so late? Let's talk tomorrow." My attempts to coax her failed, and I was starting to feel discouraged. Just as I was about to go back to her beauty salon to sleep, she said, "Why don't you sleep here? I'll sleep in the shop." She opened the door, and I quickly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her towards the bed, coaxing her as I did so. I said, "I didn't mean any harm. I've had a few drinks, so I just wanted to talk to someone. Don't be angry."

Ali reluctantly went back to bed and pulled the covers over herself. There was a book above her pillow. Seeing it immediately made me blush. It was a book depicting the decadent lifestyle of urban men and women, containing not only clear pictures of sexual intercourse but also numerous detailed descriptions. This was the book I used to masturbate when I was lonely. It was originally under the pillow, but now it was beside it, meaning Ali had been reading it.

Ali noticed I'd touched the book, and her face immediately turned awkward. Blushing and stammering, she said, "You...you're shameless, reading this kind of thing yourself!" "Hehe, it's harmless to look at it when you're lonely, right?" I said half-jokingly. "

You men are all the same, two-faced," Ali retorted playfully.

Seeing Ali's expression, I felt a surge of excitement. I sat on the edge of the bed. "It's a bit cold, can I cover myself with a blanket?" I asked tentatively. "It's

your own bed, why are you asking me? Just don't do anything inappropriate!" "Ah! Don't worry," I promised the lamp, "I'll warm up in a bit and then go to sleep." Saying this, I slipped into Ali's blanket.

The room fell silent. To be honest, it was a strange feeling. Ali lay motionless, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. After a brief silence, I whispered, "Are you cold?" "Your feet smell awful, I can smell them even through the blanket," Ali replied. "Isn't this a non-answer?" My heart skipped a beat, and I grabbed Ali

's hand, which was resting on her chest. "Heh, that's why you're called a stinky man, right?" I replied awkwardly. Ali tried to pull her hand away, but how could she be stronger than a man driven by lust? After a few futile struggles, the atmosphere in the bed became ambiguous. I took advantage of the situation and rolled over, draping my leg over her. When my leg curled up, my knee landed right on her pubic bone, and Ali's body stiffened instantly. "This is working!" I thought to myself with secret delight.

I released Ali's hand and slowly placed it on her high, firm breasts, gently stroking them. Even through her thermal underwear and bra, I could still feel the elasticity of her breasts. My penis instantly swelled, pressing against the outside of her thigh. She immediately grabbed my hand and turned her face to the other side. I didn't care what expression she had. We'd come this far; if I kept pretending, I'd despise myself.

I began to gently rub my knee against her pubic bone in a rhythmic motion. With each rub, Ali's grip on my hand tightened, and sweat began to seep from her palms.

As the pressure of my knee gradually increased, Ali's breathing became rapid, clearly a result of her restraint. Her grip on my hand weakened, and I, intensifying my efforts, slipped my hand under her bra. Her bra was now practically useless; it turned out she had unhooked it before going to bed. What a stroke of luck!

When my hand truly touched her breasts, I couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "Ah, this feeling is so wonderful!" Ali's full breasts, under my ravaging hands, had already hardened at the nipples. Her breasts were so large, and unfortunately, my hands weren't big enough to fully contain them.

Ali's earlier panting had turned into soft moans. Heh heh, it seems the skills I honed with my girlfriend in college haven't gone to waste. I flipped up Ali's bra, and as I took her nipple into my mouth, she cried out. My tongue had barely begun to move when Ali grabbed my hands, trying to break free. But I couldn't back down now. I released her nipple, pressed my face against her breasts, and arched my back. My hot breath combined with my tireless tongue completely overwhelmed Ali. Her hands, which had been holding my head, slid down to my back. Suddenly,

I felt like a boar in heat. People say even cabbages are eaten by pigs—is that where the saying comes from? Heh, I couldn't waste this opportunity; I had to make sure the beauty beneath me felt it wasn't in vain.

Just as I was caressing Ali's body without restraint, she suddenly said, "Stop! If you keep doing this, my underwear will get soaked, and that will be too uncomfortable. Take it off, okay?" "I promise I'll be honest," I said, secretly pleased. "I don't believe you anymore. Be good for

a moment," Ali said. "Really, I'm not lying to you. Take it off. Wearing it wet isn't good for your health." "I'll believe you one more time," I said, "you'd better be honest." Hearing Ali say this, I hurriedly started to take off her clothes. She obediently lifted her buttocks to cooperate. I simply pulled off her thermal underwear along with her bra. By the time she realized she had no underwear, it was already down to her ankles.

Looking at Ali's naked, fair lower body, I could no longer restrain myself. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pounced on her. My erect penis rubbed against her lower body, the contact so close, with no barrier between us. Ali began to moan, no longer caring about the view beneath her. I grasped my penis and rubbed it against her vaginal opening a few times, her vaginal fluids instantly soaking my glans.

I thrust into her vagina, and Ali immediately grabbed me, letting out a cry. Ali's vagina was warm, the walls tightly gripping my penis. After a few tentative thrusts, I was about to thrust harder.

Suddenly, Ali's hands gripped me tightly, and she said, "Please don't move, okay? Ah… don't move, what's wrong?" I asked Ali.

"Keep it inside me, let me enjoy it," Ali moaned in response.

At this moment, I felt Ali's vagina begin to contract. "Damn, she's so horny! She's already orgasmed before I've even really penetrated her," I thought to myself. Each time her vaginal walls contracted and gripped my penis, I deliberately contracted my anus to make my penis thicker, and Ali's moans intensified, her body trembling more noticeably.

After two minutes, Ali said breathlessly, "I want it. Start moving now." I'd been waiting for this sound, so I began to thrust violently. The sounds of our genitals slapping together filled the air. With each thrust, her hands pressed down hard on my buttocks, as if trying to shove me inside her. "

If I'd known she was willing to let me fuck her, would I have been masturbating these past few months just thinking about her?"

I thought, secretly pleased with myself. About thirty minutes later, Ali's wanton moans and writhing lower body aroused me to the point of wanting to ejaculate. I let out a suppressed groan, "Ejaculate inside me, don't pull out." Ali sensed I was about to ejaculate. Hearing this, I felt relieved. I thrust wildly a few more times, and my semen gushed into Ali's body. She had another orgasm, moaning and clinging to me tightly.

After the passion subsided, I pressed my face against her breasts, breathing heavily. "Are you happy now? I knew you'd do this," Ali said, stroking my hair. "

Hehe, you knew that, so why did you come to my room?" "Get lost, you're taking advantage and still acting innocent."

Ali chuckled and slapped me on the back.

After a short rest, I parted Ali's legs and began to use tissues to clean the semen that had flowed from her vagina. She stared at me without moving. Now I had a chance to look closely at her vulva. The pubic hair, not very thick, was matted together. Her labia were quite thick due to engorgement, but the color was still quite nice, although not as pink as described in novels. I used my hands to part her labia and carefully wiped away the semen that had flowed out.

Actually, I quite like you, otherwise you wouldn't have succeeded. The blush on Ali's face hadn't faded, making her look incredibly alluring under the warm light. "

Baby, I promise I'll cherish you from now on. Shall we make love often?" I asked, touching Ali's breasts nestled in my arms. "

Sure, but you can't tell anyone. If my husband finds out, it'll be all over. You know he's not exactly honest, haha. Don't worry, I'll be careful," I gently patted her breast. "

You're not pregnant, are you?" I asked her. "What if I really get pregnant?" Ali countered.

"Then we'll get married and have the baby," I said without hesitation. "Come on, if you really got pregnant, you'd definitely disappear," Ali mocked. "No, I wouldn't, I couldn't bear to," I said sheepishly.

Ali continued, "To be honest, I don't know if it's a safe period now. Even if I am pregnant, I'll keep it. Anyway, we're getting married soon..." Oh dear, isn't this green hat I'm giving her husband a bit too big? I was so surprised I secretly stuck out my tongue. "Why do

n't you sleep in my room tonight? I'll go downstairs and watch the shop for you later. Can't you? If we weren't like this, it would be fine, but now that we're in this relationship, we can't be too blatant. What if someone sees us? We're doomed." After saying this, Ali started putting on her clothes one by one. I was a little reluctant, still thinking about a second chance. She removed my hand from her breasts and said firmly, "Tonight isn't possible. How about tomorrow? Come to my house tomorrow at noon, and I'll cook you something delicious. Really? That's great!" I was so happy I almost jumped out of bed.

The next day at noon, I rode my motorcycle with Ali to the market to buy some groceries. Hehe, of course I insisted on paying. We'd already gotten such a good deal, how could I let her pay again? Ali's boyfriend worked in Beijing, I think he was driving for the boss at a private company, so I wasn't worried about anyone suddenly knocking on the door. I calmly sat down on the sofa and started watching TV.

During the meal, Ali kept piling food onto my plate, urging me to eat more. I suddenly felt so warm and cozy, like I was at home. But then I thought to myself, how despicable of me! I slept with someone's fiancée, and now I'm even mooching a meal from their marital home. After dinner, I'll definitely sleep with her again. Isn't that going too far?... Sigh, never mind. I'm already here, so I won't worry about it anymore.

Ali finished clearing away the dishes and wiped her hands as she said, "You go back first. I'll take a nap at home, and I'll go to the shop myself later."

I agreed, but didn't move, my eyes still glued to the TV. "Okay, you can watch TV for a while. Just close the door when you leave," Ali said, before going into the bedroom.

I really wanted to do it again. I decided to leave as soon as I was done.

When I entered her bedroom, I found that Ali had already taken off all her clothes. Her bra and panties were neatly arranged on the bedside table. I quickly took off my clothes and pounced on her. "

You're so bold! This is my house! Aren't you afraid of people coming back?"

"No, I'll leave right away after I'm done. Nothing will happen. I can't hold it in anymore."

Seeing my eagerness, Ali parted her legs to cooperate. I touched her, and wow, her vagina was already soaking wet. She even told me to leave. We'd already done it once last night, so I wasn't worried anymore. I thrust in and started pumping vigorously. Ali's moans weren't as reserved as last night; we both cried out in pleasure.

Just when we were reaching our climax, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw: Oh no, it's your brother calling! Ali's brother, Xiao Jin, often visits my office when he's at his sister's shop. They got to know each other and exchanged phone numbers.

"Ah, what does my brother want? Answer him quickly!" Ali urged me anxiously. I nervously pressed the call button. "Hello?"

"Brother Meng? It's Xiao Jin. Have you seen my sister?" I heard from the shopkeeper that you took her away

. I took your sister to buy groceries, and after I dropped her off at the entrance of the complex, I left. You can just go to your sister's house to find her,

right? Oh, okay, you're busy, Meng-ge. Thank you. After hanging up the phone, we didn't even bother to wipe away the semen from our lower bodies, and hurriedly put on our clothes. "

Hurry up and go, go through the south gate of the complex, and whatever you do, don't run into my brother."

"Okay, don't be nervous, it's okay," I said, shuffling my shoes to the door. "

Look, you've buttoned your shirt wrong! Hurry up and put your shoes on properly, how can you face anyone like this?" Ali caught up with me, fixing my clothes as she spoke.

I hurriedly grabbed my shoes, dashed downstairs, hopped on my motorcycle, and sped off towards the south gate of the complex.

Only after I was outside the south gate and on the street did I finally relax. "Damn, that was close! If I'd been caught red-handed, I'd be in big trouble," I muttered to myself, turning in the opposite direction from my office. "Heh, better walk a bit more, safety first."

After wandering around outside for over two hours, I returned to my office, feeling a little apprehensive. Just as I opened the door, Ali came out.

She loudly asked, "What have you been up to? We invited you to our house for dinner, but you wouldn't come

! A classmate came over, and we ate out together.

Heh, what classmate? Is she your girlfriend?" Ali joked loudly.

"Haha, keep it down, keep it down. My wife and I will treat you to dinner when we get back," I played along with Ali's teasing.

Just then, customers came into Ali's shop, and I took the opportunity to return to my office, sit down at my computer, and let out a long sigh of relief.

This is my story with the beauty salon owner. The story is over, but my sexual escapades with Ali didn't end there. Before her marriage, we were inseparable whenever we had the chance—saunas, her home, my dorm room—our wanton figures could be found everywhere. After Ali got married, we never had sex again. In her words, after marriage, she belonged only to one person. Hehe, but that didn't stop me from enjoying my sexual bliss. Two weeks after Ali's wedding, a long-haired girl from her shop became my captive. That's the next story; I'll organize it and post it later for you guys to enjoy.

This is my personal experience, with no fabricated or fanciful elements. It's just that my writing isn't good enough to fully express my feelings. If there are any shortcomings, please use your imagination! Hehe, don't be stingy with your likes; your support is my greatest motivation!

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