【Mature Woman Complex】(02) Author: a321283

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-23

Author: a321283
Words: 5431

Chapter Two: First Encounter

"Hello, is this Ms. Tang?"

"Yes, who is this?" The voice was clear and crisp, sounding like a woman around thirty years old.

"It's like this, I saw your rental listing online, and I'd like to see the apartment.
When are you free?"

"I'm free during the day!"

"Can I come over now? It'll take about half an hour!"

"Sure, I'm in Unit 6, Building 501. Please knock on the door when you get there! Be careful on the way!"

"Thank you!"

Half an hour later, I arrived at the agreed address. It was an old and dilapidated neighborhood. The building only had
stairs , with rusty iron bars and discolored wooden handrails forming the stair railings, showing no trace of modernity! It was early
autumn, and the temperature still retained a hint of summer heat. I was carrying a heavy suitcase and was
already !

"Ding-a-ling!"

I was bending over, panting, when the door opened, and the first thing I saw was a pair of pink cotton slippers. The slippers
weren't the thick kind that completely cover the feet in winter; they only covered about half the instep, revealing
the ankle and half of the calf. Her feet were very white and beautiful, with a bit of flesh on them, as were her calves—a little chubby,
but not so thick as to detract from her beauty. For someone like me who likes a bit of curves, it was just right! Looking
up , she wore a white dress with light green floral prints, tied at the waist with a matching fabric belt.
Above that, her high, prominent breasts were quite noticeable; perhaps because the waist was tied up, at first glance, they
seemed a little too large!

The neckline of the dress wasn't as low as I had imagined; only a portion
of her collarbone was visible beneath her fair neck, and only her forearms were exposed on either side of her shoulders.

Aunt Tang wasn't short, about 170 centimeters tall; when she stood straight, her nose touched mine! Her
face wasn't particularly beautiful; in today's terms, she had a youthful appearance—round cheeks with
a touch of baby fat, which was my type. However, there were a few wrinkles around her eyes, a flat nose, and a small
mouth slightly protruding upper lip, making her look like she was biting her lower lip, as if she'd been wronged!

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and Aunt Tang's big eyes paired with her youthful face were indeed quite
"cute." But I couldn't see any "cuteness" in her eyes. Her gaze was
gentle, quietly looking at me, like a spring breeze gently brushing against my heart. Her long, black hair was neatly draped behind
her head. Later, I had the chance to observe her hair closely; even the ends were very well-maintained.

Although she was no longer young and her figure had become slightly plump, as the saying goes, even a middle-aged woman retains her charm. Just looking
at the elegant air she exuded, I knew she was the woman I had always wanted!

"Who are you?"

She glanced at the suitcase behind me, then said, "You're the one who just called, right?"

"Yes, my surname is Xu, you can just call me Xiao Xu! May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Tang! Judging from your appearance, you must have just graduated from university, just call me Auntie!" Aunt Tang
said with a smile.

"Auntie? Does that sound too old? You don't look that old!"

Women probably all like men to compliment their youth! However, we've only just met, so I shouldn't be
too . If I said I looked like I was eighteen, she'd definitely think I was pretentious and glib,
and that would ruin my first impression.

Aunt Tang just grinned slightly and didn't reply. It seems women really don't like mentioning their
age , no matter how much younger they look than they actually are!

"Come in, have a seat. Bring the suitcase in!"

The living room was just inside the door, a small space with a square table and several neatly arranged chairs.
To the left was the kitchen, and further in was a glass-doored partition containing a leather sofa and a wooden coffee table.
Next to the partition were two bedrooms, one large and one small. To be honest, Aunt Tang's house was very outdated. There was no computer, no television, not
even air conditioning! The floor wasn't wooden, but rather square terrazzo tiles. There were no chandeliers,
only two fluorescent lights on the ceiling!

Aunt Tang said she was going inside to get something and asked me to sit on the sofa. The sofa's leather was
badly , and there was a significant dent in the middle, clearly indicating frequent use. In the center of the coffee table were a
teapot and several cups. Near the sofa, an upside-down book was titled "The Complete Poems of Li Qingzhao,"
next to which was a copy of "The Romance of the Western Chamber," and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Aunt Tang walked to the other side of the coffee table with a contract in her hand. Before she could speak, I asked her, "Auntie,
you seem to enjoy reading, don't you?"

Aunt Tang seemed surprised by my sudden question, paused for a moment, and looked a little awkward. "Ah,
yes, yes! Well, didn't you want to look at an apartment? It's on the sixth floor. Why don't we go up now?"

Clearly, she didn't want to say much more about this, and I didn't press the matter further.

The apartment on the sixth floor had the same layout as the ones below. Although it was sparsely furnished and looked rather empty, it was fully equipped with appliances!

"This room has a stove, refrigerator, TV, water heater, and air conditioner! Come on,
the internet is already installed in this bedroom. You young people like to go online, just go downstairs and register! It's a thousand a month, utilities are extra.
What do you think?"

"Okay, a thousand yuan is already a bargain, thank you, Auntie!"

"Hehe, don't mention it, it's a waste to leave it empty anyway!"

"By the way, Auntie, why don't you have a TV or air conditioner in your own room?"

"Oh, I live alone, I don't need them!"

"You live alone? Don't you have any relatives?"

"I have a daughter, she moved out after getting married. My husband probably felt it wasn't interesting here, so he lives with our daughter and
son-in-law !"

"Then why didn't you move in with them? Don't you feel lonely?"

"Me? There are things here that I cherish, I don't want to leave!"

Aunt Tang's eyes revealed loneliness and sadness as she said this. Suddenly, she realized she had talked
too much and led me back to the fifth floor.

"How long do you plan to rent it?"

Aunt Tang asked as she sat on the sofa, filling out the contract.

"I need to find a job here, how about I rent a place for a year first!"

"Okay! Here, sign this!"

After I signed, Aunt Tang tore off a slip of paper and handed it to me, saying, "Keep this safe. It's not very formal,
but it'll serve as proof! Hmm, you young people never seem to know how much money you have. If you have any difficulties paying the rent
temporarily , just let me know, and you can pay later!"

"Okay, thank you, Auntie. Don't worry, I'll pay you the rent as soon as I have the money!
I won't trouble you anymore. I'll go upstairs now! Don't get up, I'll close the door for you!"

The moment she closed the door, I saw Aunt Tang put on her glasses and open the poetry collection!

Lying in bed that night, I kept thinking about it. I still know too little about Aunt Tang. From what
I've seen , she seems to be a very conservative person, quietly keeping company with her books.
I can hardly see any desire in her. Of course, maybe I just don't know enough.

However, the problem now is, how do I get my hands on her?

Drug her? Force her?

That's definitely not an option! Even if I succeeded, so what? Even if she didn't report it to the police afterwards, what about the future? It would be a waste to only sleep with
a woman once!

A woman with such a cold personality can't be solved with just a penis. Don't believe what's shown in AVs, where
women become addicted after being raped and brutally fucked—that's all lies. It's a miracle she didn't report it to the police! And those
stories about training her into a sex slave—that's utterly fake, just wishful thinking!

Since that's the case, to completely win over Aunt Tang, I need to find a way to get into her heart. Luckily,
she lives alone, so there will be plenty of opportunities to get to know her!

So, starting the next day, I began to "keep an eye on" Aunt Tang. After about a month of surveillance, I finally figured out her habits. She goes out to buy groceries every morning at six, a round trip that takes about half an hour. She mostly
buys vegetables and rarely buys fish or meat.
After Aunt Tang returned home, she would start making breakfast. After eating, she would clean the house.
If it was still early, she would read for a while. Around 11 a.m., she would start making lunch. In the afternoon, after washing the dishes, she would read until evening. After dinner,
she would go for a walk in the neighborhood.

Before going to bed at night, Aunt Tang would lean against the headboard and continue reading for a while. How did I know this? It's from
the experience I gained as a child by spying! Aunt Tang's bedroom was right downstairs from mine. All I had to do was turn on my phone's video recording function,
tie it to a bamboo pole, and secretly extend the pole to the downstairs window! Unfortunately, I couldn't capture
Aunt !

In order to have more contact with her, I deliberately created many "chance encounters." However, no matter
how many times or how wide the topics we discussed, she always only saw me as a tenant! Of course, I
pretended very well during this time, and she never realized that I had ulterior motives towards her!

Until about three months after I rented the room, everything changed!

This was a real chance encounter!

Back then, many households used liquefied petroleum gas (LPG), and some still do today, including my rural hometown!
That day, I came home from work and saw Aunt Tang struggling to carry a LPG cylinder up
the stairs . You know, no matter how beautiful or elegant a woman is,
she's still no match for such heavy work. Aunt Tang looked so disheveled to me, covered in sweat,
her face flushed, trudging unsteadily up the stairs with the cylinder!

I couldn't miss this opportunity to prove myself!

I rushed over to help her lift it up, asking, "Auntie, why are you doing this all by yourself today?
Where's the gas delivery guy? He's always the one who brings it up."

With my help, Aunt Tang finally caught her breath and said, panting, "He called me and said he had
an emergency , so he left it downstairs!"

"Isn't that putting him in a difficult position? Even if it's urgent, you can't do this.
What if ? Can he take responsibility?"

"Alright, alright, he must really have had something to do! But luckily I ran into you. How about this, come to my place for dinner tonight
as a thank you!"

I declined, "No need for that, it's what I should do!"

"No trouble at all, I need to eat anyway!"

"Oh, okay then, I won't be polite, Auntie, please don't mind if I eat too much!"

"Eating more is good, you're still young and need to grow!"

As we talked, we reached the fifth floor. I opened the door and went in. I took the old bottles off and put them away for her.
"Auntie, I'll go upstairs for a bit, I'll be right back!"

"Okay, Auntie will cook you a few more dishes, Xiao Xu, eat more later!"

"Okay!"

At dinner, we chatted as usual about what we had seen and heard during the day. Suddenly, I remembered something.

"Auntie, I've lived here for so long, and I still don't know your name!"

Aunt Tang sat across from me at the table. Hearing this, she looked at me with great suspicion and asked, "I signed the contract,
didn't you see it?"

"Huh? I didn't even glance at it before putting it away!"

"Pfft!"

Auntie laughed and said, "You didn't even look at it? If Auntie sold you, you wouldn't even know!"

"Hehe, how could I? Auntie is such a good person, how could I do such a thing? Besides,
I wouldn't be worth much money even if I were sold!"

"Stop joking! My name is Tang Shuhua, you know?"

Aunt Tang rolled her eyes and said to me irritably.

"Shuhua? That's a good name, really good!"

Aunt Tang put down her chopsticks, looked at me seriously, and asked, "What's so good about this name?
Tell me!"

"Shuhua, these two characters should come from Su Shi's 'Farewell to Dong Chuan,' specifically the line 'A belly full of poetry and books naturally exudes elegance!'
Later generations wrote 'A chest full of ink and brush, yet as empty as a valley,' often using this phrase together!"

I actually saw these two lines by chance, thought they were good, and remembered them. I never expected to be able to use them! After listening,
Aunt looked at me with newfound respect and praised, "I didn't expect you to know so much about classical poetry.
Not many young people these days like this!"

"I do like classical poetry; the words are beautiful and concise. I read some when I was little, but as
my studies got heavier, I gradually forgot them! Actually, last time I saw that poetry collection on your table, I wanted to
borrow it!"

Aunt Tang said, "Don't you find it strange that I read these kinds of books?"

"What's strange about it? Reading classical poetry is perfectly normal!"

"Suppose, I mean suppose, a woman
spends all her time reading from morning till night, except for doing housework. What would you think? Wouldn't you think she's out of touch with the times, a bit unrealistic?"

I didn't know how to answer, because I was just trying to show off; I hadn't really thought that far ahead!

"Actually, this woman's family is quite averse to it. Her husband thinks she's always whining and
has no sense of humor; her daughter thinks reading is useless and advises her to stop daydreaming and go find a job to earn some money; her son-in-law
treats her like a freak; and the neighbors think she's arrogant and don't associate with her much!"

"Auntie, are you talking about yourself?"

Although I knew the answer, I think my expression was pretty convincing!

Aunt Tang's eyes flickered, and she tilted her head slightly to the side, seemingly unwilling to answer the question. After a while, she
stammered, "That's right, it's me! And you, do you think so too?
Do think Auntie is crazy?"

At this moment, I absolutely couldn't say yes, otherwise it would be difficult to get any closer to her. So I
racked my brains and came up with some words of praise!

"No, Auntie, you're overthinking it! Although you spend a lot of time reading, you haven't
neglected or bothered anyone. Reading may not earn you money, but it can improve one's inner qualities.
Women who love reading are especially unique and refined; there's a saying, 'The most charming woman is a scholar!'
As for being aloof, I've been here for almost three months and haven't seen it in you at all! Although there's an old
saying, 'A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent,' talented women in ancient times were actually very popular with men.
For example , Du Shiniang!"

Aunt Tang's previously gloomy face instantly brightened, and she couldn't help but laugh and scold,
"Pah, what are you saying?"

"Hehe, inappropriate example!"

"But why don't my relatives understand me? My husband is one thing, but even my own daughter won't think of me
!"

"There are two kinds of people in this world! One kind, like us, lives in the spiritual world; the other kind
lives in the material world, pursuing only material possessions! So, Auntie, you don't need to
worry about this at all! Besides, I think you still have a relative who supports you!"

"Who?"

"The person who named you! He definitely hopes you can read more!"

Aunt Tang thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to realize something and ran to the bedroom.

I followed her, and saw her pull an old wooden box from under the bed. After opening it, she rummaged through it for a long time and
took out a black and white photograph! Aunt Tang stared at the photograph for a long time, lost in thought. In the photograph, an old man was sitting in a chair,
holding a child in his left arm on his lap, and holding a book of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in his right hand, teaching her to recite the poems!

"This photo was taken when I was three years old, at my grandfather's request. I saw it later when my father passed away and I was sorting through his belongings,
but I was too heartbroken to pay much attention at the time. I never expected this..."

I patted Aunt Tang's shoulder to comfort her, "You should be happy!"

Aunt Tang placed the photo on the bedside table, pushed the wooden box back under the bed, and said, "Yes, you're right! Okay,
let's not talk about this anymore, let's eat first, it's getting cold!"

Back at the table, Aunt Tang's attitude towards me had noticeably improved, constantly putting food on my plate. "
Little , do you like Auntie's cooking?"

"Yes, I love it, your cooking is delicious!"

"Then eat more! If you like it, Auntie will cook for you again in the future. Don't be
shy okay? Oh, and you like reading, take a few books home to read later!"

"Mmm, thank you, Auntie!"

Today's events have significantly shortened the distance between Aunt Tang and me, and have also
piqued . Unlike people today who chase fame and fortune, Aunt Tang is more like
a pampered young lady who "doesn't care about the world outside, focusing solely on her studies." Her heart is already open to me; all I have to do is try
to squeeze in!

Imagining Aunt Tang's beautiful body writhing beneath me soon, I'm so excited
I can't fall asleep!

To ensure a good night's sleep, I can only masturbate while I'm at it!

[To be continued]

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/178182.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=178182&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : [Designing Wife to be Raped] (02) Author: nightwolf5211

Next Page : [You Can Never Have Too Many Husbands, Meimei's Blissful Sexual Life] (H Extra Chapter) Author: Lvyy0411

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

【Mature Woman Complex】(02) Author: a321283

comment Open a new window to view comments