My female neighbor

I have a rather careless habit; I tend to leave the oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar in the kitchen lying around after using them. Their lack of attention to detail often results in them taking everything I own. I'm mentioning this not because I'm stingy, but because the story I'm about to tell is somewhat related to this. Young people are generally easy to get along with, and when cooking together in the kitchen, we always chat and laugh, so I learned a bit about the couple's romantic relationship. My female neighbor's sister used to live in my room, and it was her sister who introduced her to her husband. Her husband is quite hardworking and handsome. That's why they got together.

But after Xiao Yi and I moved in, her husband's shortcomings became apparent. Although he's hardworking, he's not diligent, lacks education, and his conversational skills are somewhat lacking. Once, during a casual chat, the topic came up, and she said, "If only my husband were a little as hardworking as you." I replied, "Not necessarily. Everyone has their own preferences. My wife tells me that my husband, Xiao Zhou, is good; he does all the housework. I just read when I get home, expecting to be waited on hand and foot, and I don't do any housework." She said, "What kind of man does housework all day long? My brother-in-law transferred him from the collective to the Industry and Commerce Bureau a few years ago. If he were successful, he wouldn't be like this today. A grown man doing housework all day long, like a concubine. It's annoying to see him like that. In the future, if he can't speak or write, he'll have a hard time getting by anywhere."

It's true that every family has its own problems. Perhaps because of this, or other reasons, when I took the opportunity to make advances on her, she didn't resist much. That night, her husband went off somewhere (there were no pagers or cell phones back then). In the middle of the night, her child suddenly developed a fever, and she woke me up in a panic, asking me to accompany her to the hospital. I hurriedly dressed, rode my bicycle, and took her and the child to the hospital for emergency treatment. It took me more than two hours to get home. After we got home, the child was asleep, and she was leaning against the bed, wrapped in a coat, watching over him.

I tried to comfort her, telling her not to worry. She said, "I'm not worried, I'm just upset." She said, "Look, what kind of man doesn't come home in the middle of the night? If it weren't for you, how could I, a woman, have taken her (the child) to the hospital in the middle of the night, keeping you up at night? I'm so sorry." I said, "It's nothing, it's only right for a neighbor to help out. Xiao Zhou hasn't come home yet tonight, where could he be?" She said, "Who knows where he's gone? Besides playing cards, what else does he have to do?" I said, "That's true, what's so great about playing cards all night?" Seeing how worried she was, I felt bad about going to sleep, so I stayed and talked to her, first standing and then sitting on the edge of the bed.

She didn't say anything, just moved a little further in. She had also gotten up from sleeping to go to the hospital, and now she was leaning against the bed, looking languid, her outer garment draped over her shoulders, revealing her two round breasts bulging beneath her close-fitting undershirt. For some reason, I suddenly became aroused, and incredibly bold. Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms with one hand and reached for her breasts through her clothes with the other. Perhaps it was because my action was sudden, or perhaps because I felt embarrassed for bothering her in the middle of the night, but I squeezed and kneaded her breasts for two or three minutes. She pushed my hand away without much reaction, only saying, "It's getting late, we should go to sleep." This was the first time; it was just a coincidence.

The next day, she didn't say anything either, everything was as usual. I didn't think much of it, deliberately looking for an opportunity. But as people say, once something like this happens, it will happen again. Before I knew it, it was hot. Because of exams, I studied until midnight every day, and because it was so hot, I always left my bedroom door open. That day, it was past midnight when she came running over to me asking for mosquito coils. Too lazy to get up, I told her to go get them herself from the inner room. She went in but couldn't find them and asked me to help her, so I got up and went in.

That's when I noticed she was only wearing underwear and a sleeveless top, her arms and legs exposed, so white. My mind immediately went astray. Taking advantage of the opportunity to find the mosquito coils, I pressed my legs against hers, squeezing her against the counter. While reaching for the coils, I slipped the other hand under her armpit and groped her breast. She noticed my intentions and dodged to the side. As my lower abdomen pressed against her round, upturned buttocks, my penis hardened. With lust in my heart, I didn't think twice and pressed myself against her. If she had asked me, "What are you doing?" or said, "Never mind, I don't need the mosquito coils," perhaps I would have stopped.

But she didn't say that. When I approached her and pulled her into my arms, she struggled fiercely, but she said, "Don't mess around, there are people outside the window." (We lived on the first floor, and the window was open. There were indeed people outside enjoying the cool air, but the lower half of the window was covered by curtains, so we couldn't see anyone). She spoke so softly, like a mosquito, as if afraid the people outside would hear. This didn't stop me; instead, it emboldened me. In the struggle, she retreated step by step to the bed. I took the opportunity to push her down onto the bed, pounced on her, and wrapped my legs around her body. I reached into her clothes and squeezed one of her breasts. She struggled but didn't make a sound.

How could a woman resist a man? I pressed her down, using one hand to block her struggling arms, and the other to lift her clothes and fondle her smooth breasts. During the struggle, she didn't shout loudly, but just whispered that this was wrong and asked me to let go. There were only the two of us in the room at that moment (her child was young and already asleep). Having been celibate for a long time, I was burning with desire and unwilling to let go. She struggled to sit up, and I pulled her tightly to my waist, sitting her in my lap. One hand caressed her breasts, while the other slipped inside her shorts, covering her genitals and sliding and rubbing my middle finger between her legs

. Soon I felt her wetness and her labia swell. I flipped her over, pinning her legs together, struggling with her with one hand while pulling down her shorts with the other. Her shorts had an elastic band, loose and easily pulled down to her thighs. I was also wearing shorts, which I quickly pulled off as well. Now I had one leg of her shorts off, and she was on her back, lying on the edge of the bed. I stood below the bed, using my body to spread her legs, my rock-hard penis pressing against the base of her thighs. She suddenly changed her expression and said, "You're too bold! If you don't let go, I'll scream!" Her voice wasn't loud, but her tone was fierce.

I don't know why, but I wasn't really scared at the time. However, seeing that she seemed very serious, I didn't dare to force myself on her. I stopped and leaned down to whisper to her, "Don't scream, please don't scream, I'll only touch you once." Of course, she didn't scream; she was held down in that position. I pounced on her, grabbed her hands, and pressed them flat on the bed. I didn't dare move my lower body, but I tried to find her lips with my mouth. She dodged

away from me. I don't know how, perhaps it was because my body kept moving as I searched for her lips, or perhaps it was because her body twisted as she dodged my kiss, but my penis actually went inside her vagina. She felt it too, and cried out in panic, "It's over, it's over, you're really going to kill me." At that moment, I felt my penis was incredibly hard and swollen, and her slippery vagina was warm. For a moment, I kept my penis inside her, but I didn't dare to move. I held her hands firmly down, her body motionless. After a while, I finally silenced her with my lips, feeling her burning lips and rapid breathing. Her hands, which I had held down, were now limp and powerless.

I held her tightly, placing her arms over my shoulders, and while my tongue entered her mouth, I gently lifted my hips, tentatively sliding my penis slowly into her vagina, rhythmically moving in and out according to the nine shallow thrusts followed by two deep ones. Although the inner room was dark, the light from the outer room and the daylight streaming in through the window made the view clear. I saw her eyes closed, her body limp and reclining, her legs hanging off the bed, hooked tightly around my thighs. I felt as if all the trouble had vanished, and I boldly began to do it.

Sometimes I thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, sometimes I stopped and gently embraced her chest and back with my hands. She kept her lips tightly pressed together, not making a sound, but I could feel her body writhing beneath me, her vagina releasing a torrent of fluid. My little brother really did me justice, lasting a good twenty or thirty minutes before I ejaculated. I felt pleasure deep in my bones, and she was completely exhausted.

The first half was front-entry, with her lying on her back on the edge of the bed. The second half, I flipped her over and entered her from behind, thrusting in and out while fondling her breasts. As my penis began to violently thrust in and out of her vagina, rubbing against it, she had become a docile lamb. When I wanted to switch to rear-entry, she didn't resist and quickly adjusted to my position. As I ejaculated rapidly, I felt her vaginal muscles contracting rhythmically.

After that, I pulled her onto the bed, lay her on her side, gently wrapped one arm around her neck and kissed her, while continuing to squeeze and play with her breasts with the other, pinching and hardening her nipples, then sucking on them. After a short while, she suddenly broke free, quickly pulled on her underwear, and fled back to her room. I chased after her and handed her mosquito coils; she took them and tightly closed the door. For over a month

afterward, she didn't say a word to me. Of course, I would occasionally find opportunities to be attentive to her. Eventually, our relationship returned to normal, and we continued to chat and laugh together, but neither of us mentioned the incident. It was like a shooting star, fleeting and gone forever into the dark night sky.

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