Me and my neighbor, Sister Ling

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Xiaoling has been our neighbor for eight or nine years. She moved here to get married. She works at a local mobile company, I think at the information desk, but I'm not sure exactly. When she first moved in, I didn't think much of it, except that she had a large bust and a big butt. Sorry, I was still in school then and didn't have the time or experience to notice.

Her family lives right across the hall from us. Her husband is an engineering technician; he earns a good amount of money, but he's always out and about and rarely comes home. Sometimes my mom would go and keep her company, and that's how we got to know each other.

I was a student back then, and during my holidays I'd go to her house every day to watch DVDs. Life was

like a lazy, sluggish bowl of instant noodles. Then one day, I was watching a DVD at her house when she had to go out to run some errands. She told me she'd be back in the afternoon and locked the door before leaving. That day we were watching a foreign film, I think, but I forgot the name. Halfway through, I needed to pee, and in the bathroom, I suddenly saw her underwear. It was pink with lace on the sides and even had a cutout in the middle. I picked it up and smelled it; it had a strange, unpleasant odor. There was a yellow stain on the crotch, which I think everyone knows is a mixture of her vaginal secretions and urine. I was so excited at that moment!!! I kept playing with her underwear, and finally I put it on myself and went to her bedroom. Hehe… Before, when she was home, she just watched TV in the living room; I'd never been to her bedroom before. Oh, so this is what her bedroom looks like—just a bed and a wardrobe.

I opened it and was absolutely stunned. I'd never seen so many bras before—lace, openwork, and even two thongs! I figured her husband must have bought them for her. I couldn't wait to try them all on; it felt so good. Don't be envious, everyone; I only had this one chance. My penis was already incredibly hard, and some precum was leaking from the glans. I lay on the bed, pulling the pink panties over my glans and stroking them repeatedly, closing my eyes and fantasizing about Xiaoling wearing a thong and ejaculating a stream of semen onto her panties. I lay there with my eyes closed, savoring the pleasure I had just experienced. That feeling was like heaven.

This was different from sex, which is a physical pleasure. But to have someone else ejaculate on her panties, to imagine her wearing panties with my semen on them—what would that feel like! I carefully folded the panties that had spilled on the bed and put them back, of course, still containing my semen. I checked the bedroom doorway to make sure everything was in order, then picked up the unfinished DVD and left her house. After that, I joined the army and served for two years.

Then, naturally, I went to work for a public institution. This May Day, I went home; it had been over four years since I'd been back. It felt so good to be home. Not only could I see my parents, but I could also see what Ling Jie had become. Four years ago, she had just gotten married; I wondered what her husband had done to her. That night, I went to her house, but unfortunately, her husband was home. Damn… Looking at Ling Jie, I felt she had lost the innocence of a young girl, but gained a maturity and charm unique to a married woman. Her slightly full lips still looked so beautiful when she smiled. Her voice was still as pleasant as ever, her skin seemed even more radiant than before, and her breasts were still as large as ever; I still can't tell what size bra she wore. Unfortunately, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. Because she was sitting, I couldn't see her buttocks, but I imagine they were probably even bigger now. Hehe! ...After exchanging a few pleasantries, I went home.

Four days after I returned, I went downstairs to a friend's for dinner and ran into Sister Ling on the stairs. Today she was wearing a blue suit: a tight-fitting blue short-sleeved top, a blue mini-skirt, and long, slender legs paired with purplish-red high heels, perfectly showcasing the charm and sexiness of a young woman. She was also carrying quite a few things. "Sister Ling, where have you been? You're carrying so much stuff, let me help you."

"No need, I'm almost home. Your brother-in-law is leaving tomorrow morning, I'm getting him ready," she said as she walked. "Oh, how long will it take?" I asked.

"Maybe a month," she replied. She was already home when I said this. "I'm going downstairs now," I said as I started to walk down. As I turned back to speak, I saw Sister Ling bending down, putting something down and taking out her keys to open the door. In that instant, I saw it: the underwear she was wearing was the very same underwear I had "used" before.

At this point, some of you might be wondering, "Were you crouching down to see this?" I'll tell you, when she bent over, I was just halfway down the stairs. She was on top, and I was on the bottom, so I saw everything clearly. Okay, back to the story. My head was spinning. There was an immediate reaction. You know, Sister Ling has a lot of underwear, even after four years, I reckon she still keeps them. I think she probably really likes that pair of underwear, it's a good thing I didn't steal it back then. Otherwise, Sister Ling would definitely suspect me, and there wouldn't be the story that follows!

Although I was happy to be at my friend's place, I couldn't muster any enthusiasm. I drank for a while and then went home. Lying in bed, I kept thinking about that moment I saw her in the hallway, how I could get my hands on her. Her husband won't be home tomorrow, Sister Ling must be very lonely. I could drug her, that wouldn't be a no-brainer, it just wouldn't feel right. Slowly, a plan formed in my mind.

The next morning, I went to see her husband off. He told me to take good care of Lingjie while he was away, and of course I readily agreed. Back at Lingjie's house, I didn't leave but stayed with her, chatting and watching TV. The conversation drifted to relationships, which I, of course, initiated. I first asked Lingjie if she was scared while her husband was away, and she replied that she had already found someone. Of course she was scared! Think about it, what's the use of a woman being alone at home all day, no matter how much money she has?

Then I asked, "Sister Ling, why don't you want a child?" Unexpectedly, she asked me, "Do you have a girlfriend? When are you getting married?" I could only answer truthfully that I had a girlfriend, we'd been dating for over three years, and we hadn't decided on marriage yet. She then said, "Since you have a girlfriend, you should know that wanting a child isn't something you can just do on a whim." Hearing this, I realized it

was exactly what I was thinking, so I said, "I'm not exactly a young man, is your husband impotent?" Sister Ling didn't say anything, just sighed. I chatted with her for a while longer, but it felt pointless. I got up, said goodbye, and went home. The next day, my parents went to my maternal grandmother's house, but no one was home.

That evening, I drank with some friends and then went home. When I got to my door, I knocked on Ling's door instead. I was nervous and excited, and my hand trembled as I knocked. With the help of alcohol, I managed to get the door open. Ling was watching TV at home, wearing only a nightgown. "It's so late, why aren't you home? You must have knocked on the wrong door," she said as she opened the door and let me in. I clearly saw a hint of joy in her eyes, but it was fleeting.

"I lost my house key, so I had to ask Sister Ling for help," I mumbled, pretending to have drunk a lot. Sister Ling poured me a glass of water and asked, "Why did you drink so much?"

I continued to act drunk and told her a lot about my girlfriend and me, why we broke up, and all the pressure I was under at work and all the frustrations I had. You can probably tell I was trying to gain her sympathy; women are most vulnerable in this regard, I'm referring to the average woman. As I spoke,

I saw a look of pity and sorrow on her face. Suddenly, I wrapped my arms around her and burst into tears, thinking that this was my chance to succeed. "Sister Ling, do you know, I like you. I've liked you since I was in school, you know?" I said, choking back sobs.

"How could I not know? I could tell from your eyes. But I'm married, I can't do this." I knew I was halfway there, so I continued to reason with her. I told her I wouldn't affect her family, that I would love her dearly. Slowly, she closed her eyes. I looked at Ling's lips. Was this the one I had been waiting for? I thought so. I had waited so long for this day. Slowly, I leaned in and felt her lips were so soft, like a bottle of fine wine that lingered in my memory. I don't know how our tongues became intertwined. Our clothes were peeled off one by one, and what was finally revealed before me was like a work of art. Her snow-white skin was bathed in a golden light under the lamp, making her even more mysterious. I wasn't idle either. I pulled her into my arms and kept circling her nipple with one hand. She let out a soft moan, clearly enjoying the stimulation. I quickened my attack on her breasts, pinching them once or gently biting them with my teeth. Under this stimulation, her soft nipples gradually hardened and turned scarlet.

"Faster...faster...it's so itchy..." Sister Ling moaned incessantly. It was time to attack her mysterious territory. Sister Ling didn't have much pubic hair, just distributed above her vagina. When I touched her enchanting cave, it was already dripping with lustful fluid. Under the light, it shone even more brightly. Her labia majora were a bit dark, not as pretty as a young girl's, but it showed a young woman's desire for sex even more. Parting the labia majora was like opening a door, and the vagina inside was still flowing with fluid, shiny. When I licked it with my tongue, it tasted a little salty, but thankfully there was no odor. Looking at her clitoris, it was already exposed from the foreskin. This was a woman's most sensitive spot, and licking it with my tongue made her feel like she was in heaven. As I licked her, I used my middle and index fingers to probe her vulva. Just as I was engrossed in my work, she suddenly pressed her hands against my head, her limbs trembling uncontrollably. With a cry of "Ah...", a gush of vaginal fluid shot out, landing on my body.

I saw Sister Ling looking very pleased, letting out a deep breath. I looked at her small mouth and said, "Was it good? How was it? Am I better than your husband?"

"He'd be better than you. I've never had an orgasm with him," she said, opening her eyes and looking at my penis. "Yours is so big!" Sister Ling grabbed my penis and started playing with it. Then she stuck out her tongue and stimulated my glans repeatedly. Then she opened her mouth and took my penis in. Because it was so big, she only took in most of it. I stood on the ground while she sat on the lap, watching her head bob back and forth, feeling indescribable pleasure!

I blew on her like that for over ten minutes, and knowing I was about to give up, I knew I couldn't finish so quickly. I took my penis out, composed myself, and looked at her vulva, which was a little swollen from my rubbing. Her labia were pressed against her thighs, and the opening seemed to be defying me, rhythmically contracting and expanding. I spread Sister Ling's legs, aimed my penis at the opening, and thrust forward with all my might. Mmm... Sister Ling let out a low moan. I must say, a woman's vulva is a wonderful thing. After inserting my penis, I felt as if there was a suction inside, gripping my penis with a tingling and numb sensation. Sister Ling probably saw that I was too tired, so she kept cooperating with me, moving up and down, which looked quite beautiful.

Lingjie was muttering something in a low voice, and with each movement I made, she would moan in response. After hundreds of thrusts, I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I increased the intensity to the maximum. "Ah...ah...gentle...I can't take it anymore..." Lingjie cried out loudly, thrusting over a hundred more times. A tingling sensation traveled from my lower back to my feet. At the same time, Lingjie lifted herself up and hugged my waist, letting out a loud "Ah..." We both reached our climax simultaneously. We collapsed in gratitude.

Lingjie had been our neighbor for eight or nine years. She moved in for her wedding. She worked at a local mobile company, I think at the information desk, but I'm not sure. When she first moved in, I didn't think much of it, except that she had big breasts and a large butt. I'm sorry, I was still in school at the time and didn't have much experience to pay attention.

Her family lived right across from ours. Her husband was an engineering technician; he earned a good amount of money, but he was always out and about and rarely came home. Sometimes my mom would go and keep her company, and that's how we gradually got to know each other.

I was still a student then, and during holidays I would go to her house every day to watch DVDs. Life was like a soft, sluggish bowl of instant noodles, until one day, I was watching a DVD at her house when she had to go out to run some errands. She told me she'd be back in the afternoon and locked the door before leaving.

I think we were watching a foreign film that day, but I forgot the name. Halfway through the story, I needed to pee, and in the bathroom, I suddenly spotted her underwear. It was pink with lace on the sides and even had a cutout in the middle. I picked it up and smelled it; it had a strange, unpleasant odor. There was a yellow stain on the crotch, which I think everyone knows is residue from a mixture of her vaginal secretions and urine. I was so excited! I kept playing with it, and finally, I put her underwear on myself and went to her bedroom. Hehe… before, she only watched TV in the living room; I'd never been to her bedroom before. Oh, so this is what her bedroom looks like—just a bed and a wardrobe.

I opened it… I was completely stunned. I'd never seen so many lace bras before. They were all openwork. There were even two thongs among them! I figured her husband must have bought them for her. I couldn't wait to try them all on, one by one—it felt amazing. Don't be envious, everyone; I only had that one chance too. My penis was already rock hard, and some precum was leaking from the glans. I lay on the bed, pulled the pink thong over my glans, and kept moving it up and down, closing my eyes and imagining Xiaoling wearing the thongs, letting a stream of semen shoot onto her underwear. I lay there with my eyes closed, continuing to savor the pleasure I'd just experienced. It felt like I was in heaven.

This is different from sex. Sex is a physical pleasure, but imagine what it would feel like for her to wear underwear with my semen on it! I carefully folded the underwear that was spilled on the bed and put it back, one by one, of course, with my semen still inside. I checked the bedroom doorway to make sure everything was in order, then picked up the unfinished DVD and left her house. After that, I joined the army and served for two years.

Then, naturally, I went to work for a public institution. This May Day, I went home; it had been over four years since I'd been back. It felt so good to be home. Not only could I see my parents, but I could also see what Ling Jie had become. Four years ago, she had just gotten married; I wondered what her husband had done to her. That night, I went to her house, but unfortunately, her husband was home. Damn… Looking at Ling Jie, I felt she had lost the innocence of a young girl, but gained a maturity and charm unique to a married woman. Her slightly full lips still looked so beautiful when she smiled. Her voice was still as pleasant as ever, her skin seemed even more radiant than before, and her breasts were still as large as ever; I still can't tell what size bra she wore. Unfortunately, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. Because she was sitting, I couldn't see her buttocks, but I imagine they were probably even bigger now. Hehe! ...After exchanging a few pleasantries, I went home.

Four days after I returned, I went downstairs to a friend's for dinner and ran into Sister Ling on the stairs. Today she was wearing a blue suit: a tight-fitting blue short-sleeved top, a blue mini-skirt, and long, slender legs paired with purplish-red high heels, perfectly showcasing the charm and sexiness of a young woman. She was also carrying quite a few things. "Sister Ling, where have you been? You're carrying so much stuff, let me help you."

"No need, I'm almost home. Your brother-in-law is leaving tomorrow morning, I'm getting him ready," she said as she walked. "Oh, how long will it take?" I asked.

"Maybe a month," she replied. She had already arrived home by then. "I'm going downstairs now," I said as I walked down. When I turned back to speak, I saw Sister Ling bending down, putting her things down and taking out her keys to open the door. In that instant, I saw that the underwear she was wearing was the same underwear I had "used" before.

At this point, some of you might be wondering, "You were squatting down to see this?" Let me tell you, when she bent over, I was just halfway down the stairs. She was on top, and I was below, so I could see everything clearly. Okay, back to the story. My head suddenly went blank. And then, I immediately had a reaction down there. You know, Sister Ling has a lot of underwear, and even after four years, I reckon she still kept them. I think she probably really liked that pair of underwear; it's a good thing I didn't steal it back then. Otherwise, Sister Ling would definitely have suspected me, and there wouldn't be the rest of the story!

Although I was happy to visit my friend, I couldn't muster any enthusiasm. I drank for a short while and then went home. Lying in bed, I kept thinking about that fleeting moment I saw her in the hallway. How could I get her? Her husband wouldn't be home tomorrow, and Sister Ling must be very lonely. I could drug her; that wouldn't be impossible, but it wouldn't feel right. Slowly, a plan formed in my mind.

The next morning, I went to her house to see her husband off. He even told me to take good care of Sister Ling while he was away. Of course, I readily agreed. Back at Sister Ling's house, I didn't leave. I chatted with her and watched TV. As we talked, the conversation turned to relationships, which I initiated. I first asked Sister Ling if she was scared while her husband wasn't home, and she replied that she had already seduced him. Of course I was scared. Think about it, what's the use of a woman being all alone at home all day, no matter how much money she has?

Then I asked, "Sister Ling, why don't you want a child?" Unexpectedly, she asked me, "Do you have a girlfriend? When are you getting married?" I could only answer truthfully, "I have a girlfriend, we've been together for over three years, but we haven't decided on marriage yet." She then said, "Since you have a girlfriend, you should know that wanting a child isn't something you can just do on a whim." Hearing this, I realized it was exactly what I was thinking, so I said, "I'm not some young lad, is your husband impotent?" Sister Ling didn't say anything, just sighed.

I chatted with her for a while longer, but it felt pointless. I got up, said goodbye, and went home. The next day, my parents went to my maternal grandmother's house, but no one was home.

That evening, I drank with some friends and then went home. When I got to my door, I knocked on Ling's door instead. I was nervous and excited, and my hand trembled as I knocked. With the help of alcohol, I managed to get the door open. Ling was home watching TV, wearing only a nightgown. "It's so late, why aren't you home? You must have knocked on the wrong door," she said as she opened the door and let me in. I clearly saw a hint of joy in her eyes, but it was fleeting.

"I lost my house key, so I had to ask Sister Ling for help," I mumbled, pretending to have drunk a lot. Sister Ling poured me a glass of water and asked, "Why did you drink so much?"

I continued to act drunk and told her a lot about my girlfriend and me, why we broke up, and all the pressure I was under at work and all the frustrations I had. You can probably tell I was trying to gain her sympathy; women are most vulnerable in this regard, I mean, most women. As I spoke,

I saw a look of pity and sorrow on her face. Suddenly, I wrapped my arms around her and burst into tears, thinking that this was my chance to succeed. "Sister Ling, do you know, I like you. I've liked you since I was in school, you know?" I said, choking back sobs.

"How could I not know? I could tell from your eyes. But I'm married, I can't do this." I knew I was halfway there, so I continued to reason with her. I told her I wouldn't affect her family, that I would love her dearly. Slowly, she closed her eyes. I looked at Ling's lips. Was this the one I had been waiting for? I thought so. I had waited so long for this day. Slowly, I leaned in and felt her lips were so soft, like a bottle of fine wine that lingered in my memory. I don't know how our tongues became intertwined. Our clothes were peeled off one by one, and what was finally presented to me was like a work of art. Her snow-white skin was bathed in a golden light under the lamp, making her look even more mysterious. I wasn't idle either. I pulled her into my arms and kept circling her nipple with one hand. She let out a soft moan, clearly enjoying the stimulation. I quickened my attack on her breasts, pinching them once or gently biting them with my teeth. Under this stimulation, her soft nipples gradually hardened and turned scarlet.

"Faster...faster...it's so itchy..." Sister Ling moaned incessantly. It was time to attack her mysterious territory. Sister Ling didn't have much pubic hair, just distributed above her vagina. When I touched her enchanting cave, it was already dripping with lustful fluid. Under the light, it shone even more brightly. Her labia majora were a bit dark, not as pretty as a young girl's, but it showed a young woman's desire for sex even more. Parting the labia majora was like opening a door, and the vagina inside was still flowing with fluid, shiny. When I licked it with my tongue, it tasted a little salty, but thankfully there was no odor. Looking at her clitoris, it was already exposed from the foreskin. This was a woman's most sensitive spot, and licking it with my tongue made her feel like she was in heaven. As I licked her, I used my middle and index fingers to probe her vulva. Just as I was engrossed in my work, she suddenly pressed her hands against my head, her limbs trembling uncontrollably. With a cry of "Ah...", a gush of vaginal fluid shot out, landing on my body.

I saw Sister Ling looking very pleased, letting out a deep breath. I looked at her small mouth and said, "Was it good? How was it? Am I better than your husband?"

"He'd be better than you. I've never had an orgasm with him," she said, opening her eyes and looking at my penis. "Yours is so big!" Sister Ling grabbed my penis and started playing with it. Then she stuck out her tongue and stimulated my glans repeatedly. Then she opened her mouth and took my penis in. Because it was so big, she only took in most of it. I stood on the ground while she sat on the lap, watching her head bob back and forth, feeling indescribable pleasure!

I blew on her like that for over ten minutes, and knowing I was about to give up, I knew I couldn't finish so quickly. I took my penis out, composed myself, and looked at her vulva, which was a little swollen from my rubbing. Her labia were pressed against her thighs, and the opening seemed to be defying me, rhythmically contracting and expanding. I spread Sister Ling's legs, aimed my penis at the opening, and thrust forward with all my might. Mmm... Sister Ling let out a low moan. I must say, a woman's vulva is a wonderful thing. After inserting my penis, I felt as if there was a suction inside, gripping my penis with a tingling and numb sensation. Sister Ling probably saw that I was too tired, so she kept cooperating with me, moving up and down, which looked quite beautiful.

Lingjie was muttering something in a low voice, and with each movement I made, she would moan in sync. After hundreds of thrusts, feeling myself about to ejaculate, I increased the intensity to the maximum. "Ah...ah...gentler...I can't take it anymore..." Lingjie cried out loudly, thrusting over a hundred more times. A tingling sensation traveled from my lower back to my feet. At the same time, Lingjie lifted herself up and hugged my waist, letting out a loud "Ah..." We both reached our climax simultaneously. We collapsed into each other's arms.

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