Forwarding a full version of a story about shared housing - Part 3

One Sunday noon, my classmate and her husband went shopping. The husband, finding the house too hot, went to his office to practice his computer skills. After showering, thinking they weren't home, I sat on a small stool to wash clothes without a bra. Suddenly, my classmate returned and stared intently at my chest. Apparently, I was sitting low, and the tank top had a wide opening, so from above, my breasts were completely exposed.
He stood there motionless for a while before I realized what was happening. I quickly stood up and, trying to embarrass myself, said, "Could I borrow your basin for a moment?"
He seemed a little embarrassed and hurriedly went into their tent to get me a basin. I changed my seating position and continued washing my clothes, but he kept going back and forth in front of me, going into the kitchen to wash his hands, then back to wash towels. Each time, he would stop in front of me, trying to make conversation. I knew what he was doing, but I couldn't say anything, so I simply ignored him—he could see but couldn't touch.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and shouted at him, "Hey! Have you looked enough?"
He didn't expect me to ask that, paused for a moment, chuckled twice, and said, "Beautiful scenery is meant to be appreciated."
"Want to see? Go see your wife's."
"Her? I've seen enough of her. I never realized you were so feminine back in school."
I splashed him with water, telling him to get lost.
He just chuckled instead: "Old-fashioned! Is it illegal to look?"
"Aren't you leaving?"
"If I leave like this, I'll be distracted all afternoon."
"So, you're planning to watch all afternoon?"
"That's a good idea, but still not exciting enough."
"Didn't realize you came here to be a pervert. Get lost."
"What can I do? Shenzhen is at the forefront of China's reforms. Everyone here has an obligation to explore, don't you think?"
"You? You want to explore? Don't embarrass yourself! Get lost, get lost!"
"Why can't I explore?"
"You? Don't say I look down on you. What can you explore?"
"For example, exploring the ethics and aesthetics of China's new era, and urban sex science, etc."
"Disgusting, I feel like throwing up."
"What an old feudalist! It's people like you who hinder the progress of scientific exploration."
"Oh dear, it seems this humble woman is truly guilty of a grave sin, hindering our greatest contemporary sociologist from conducting explorations concerning the nation's survival!"
"You know you're wrong now! How do you plan to atone for the sins you've committed against the Chinese nation?"
"Die! Die! The more I talk, the more energetic you get."
"You're the one who says you're deeply sinful, how come it's all my fault? It really proves Mencius's words: 'Only petty men and women are difficult to deal with.'
" "Hey, want some water?"
"Looks like we're both proving Mencius's words right. After chatting with you for so long, I'm actually a bit thirsty. Pour me a glass of water, and I'll forgive you."
"Hey, where do I put it?"
My hands were covered in soap, and after looking around, there really was nowhere to put it. I said to him, "Close your eyes and bring it to me."
"You're so unreasonable! Sigh, what can I do, I'm just unlucky!" Saying this, he squatted down and brought the water to my lips. "To be honest, you should close your eyes; that way I'd be more at ease."
I took a mouthful of water and pretended to spit it out. He jumped aside. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Good intentions never get rewarded."
"Good intentions? More like black-hearted! Full of malice. I really don't understand you men, especially you married men." "Is it really that good-looking? Water!"
He said while feeding me water, "You don't understand. This isn't the primitive society anymore. Since people started wearing clothes, a woman's breasts have become her most prominent external physiological feature. She uses them to attract the opposite sex. It would be strange if the opposite sex didn't pay attention!"
While I was drinking, his eyes never left my chest. I no longer avoided his gaze, and his eyes became bolder.
"Pour out my water and get me another basin."
He placed the water in front of me and continued, "You call yourself a highly educated person? Don't say you're my classmate anymore; you know nothing."
"Go to hell! You're full of twisted logic and heresies. Is this how you study modern sociology? Shameful!"
"If you don't understand, just admit it. Don't desecrate science! I don't believe you women don't have that 'exploratory' feeling about men's bodies?"
"You're right. As far as I know, most women don't have any visual desire for men's bodies. Look at all those men's magazines in the world; the popular ones always have pictures of naked women." "How many women's magazines feature naked men? I admit, women definitely have some sensory needs for men, but not visually, but rather in terms of physical contact and emotional connection. Therefore, in terms of sex, women are rational beings, while men are animals." "
Classic! I didn't realize that! What you said actually makes a lot of sense. So, men can't satisfy women by displaying their bodies; they should have intimate physical contact. Women have many ways to satisfy men; sometimes, just letting men look at them is enough. But for true satisfaction, there's no difference between men and women; both need a man's penis inserted into a woman's vagina."
"I agree with that, but you're not entirely right about one thing: women also need visual stimulation. A handsome man and an ordinary man excite women to a different degree. You might say women seek out handsome men to show off, but who would let others see their intimate moments? Also, women get excited watching porn. Anyway, I can't really explain it, but it's true that many women don't like photos of naked men."
"I really don't understand this aspect of women's psychology. " "But societal development does influence women's preferences, don't you think?"
"I admit that. In the past, which woman dared to dress like this? Including their normal sex life, which woman dared to bring it up? Suppressing one's needs seemed to be the 'upright' thing, while actively pursuing them was considered 'heretical.' I've found that Shenzhen is more open and more in line with human nature than our place. Change
my water."
He changed my water, but seemed lost in thought. I didn't know what I had touched on. After a while, he slowly said, "Have you read any books on this topic?"
"Where would I read them? I'm just casually sharing my feelings. It seems there aren't any books on this topic in China yet. Think about it, during the Cultural Revolution, who dared to study these things? It's only been a few years since things opened up, but even now, sex is still a taboo subject. Who studies it?"
"Then, for you, a woman of this new era, what is your biggest concern right now?"
"What do you mean?"
"The relationship between men and women, both physiological and psychological. " "
The psychological aspects are hard to explain, but the physiological ones are many: fear of gaining weight, bad skin, and then there's the breasts you men are interested in, anyway, there are many. Everyone's situation is different, so the things they care about are different too.
What about you?"
"The psychological aspects are also hard to explain, and the physiological ones are mainly about sexual function. Believe it or not, whether it's good or bad depends largely on your women's reactions."
"When have you ever cared about our feelings? You're always just satisfying your own needs."
“You’re wrong about that,” he said. “A woman’s arousal is the best encouragement for us.”
I suddenly noticed that while we were discussing these issues, he seemed to have lost interest in my breasts and was only looking at my face as he spoke. Men are so strange. Then he continued, “The more a man loves his wife, the more he cares about satisfying her.”
“Change the water for me. You’re really acting like a pseudo-scholar studying social issues.”
He put down the water and said, “What are you talking about? Here, let me rinse it for you.”
I was really tired, so I stood up. He sat on the stool and started rinsing the clothes. I suddenly regretted it—my bra and panties were in there, but there was nothing I could do, so I had to let him do it.
I was a little thirsty, so I went to get some water. Just then, I heard him say, "Pour me a glass."
I returned with two glasses of water, and he continued, "Researching these issues is absolutely impossible without the cooperation of women. Like what you said today, I could never have imagined it, and I would never have known how women view these issues."
"Your flattery is so clumsy. Here, have some water," I said, squatting down and bringing the water to his lips. He drank the water in one gulp, his gaze then focusing on my chest.
"To be honest, your breasts are really perfect, I really want to touch them."
"Vulgar!" I said, pouring the remaining half glass of water from my glass down his neck.
He exclaimed dramatically, "You're too ruthless! I was just saying!"
"You deserve to be punished for saying the wrong thing!"
"You wait, don't fall into my hands."
"So what if I fall into your hands? Hey, is your wife's big?"
"About the same size as yours, but not as white. Okay, all done washing, how are you going to thank me?"
"Dream on, hang it out to dry."
After we finished hanging the clothes and went back inside, I brewed a pot of tea and said to him, "Here, have some tea, consider it a thank you."
"You're thanking me like this?"
"Then how else do you want me to thank you?"
"Let me touch it."
"Get lost."
"Sigh, I've wasted my whole afternoon."
"You really want to touch it?"
He paused for a moment, then grinned at me mischievously and said, "Of course I do."
We argued back and forth like this for a while, laughing and joking, and finally, I don't know how, we agreed. We agreed that he would be blindfolded and could only touch me once, and he agreed. So, he took a towel and blindfolded himself, and I grabbed his hand and slipped it under my tank top, placing it on my breast. He gently grasped my breast, kneading it. I asked what it felt like, and it was indeed quite comfortable. He was the first man besides my husband to touch my breasts. He greedily slid his hand over my breasts, refusing to let go. Although I was enjoying it, I was also very clear-headed, afraid he would ask for more, so I said, "Hey, is that enough?"
"We agreed on just one time, it's not over yet."
"Okay, okay, let go." I said, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him away, but he gripped it even tighter, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The more I pulled, the tighter he gripped.
"You're hurting me, let go, I'm going to get angry."
He still didn't let go, but used his other hand to pull down the towel over his eyes, looking at my breasts and saying,
"I'd only ever heard of snow-white skin before, and thought it was nonsense, but today I finally believe it."
"Stop talking nonsense, let go."
"Let me kiss you one more time and I'll let go."
I had no choice, and besides, I wasn't really disgusted by him, so I nodded and let go of his hand.
He bent down, pressed his face against my chest, and pulled down the strap of my left shoulder, sucking on my nipple. It was tingling and itchy, so comfortable, that I involuntarily took a deep breath. He sensed my consent and suckled intently. I looked down at him, instinctively stroking his hair. His suckling awakened my natural maternal instincts, and I comfortably enjoyed his caresses, stroking his hair. My consciousness began to blur; I don't know how he did it, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself topless, my nipples being suckled back and forth. Feeling that I couldn't take it any longer, I gently said to him, "Okay, get up." At the same time, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his forehead. He looked at me obediently, stood up, and slowly pulled me into his arms.
We stood there, embracing quietly, for what seemed like an eternity before we separated, but my clothes were soaked with sweat.
I said softly to him, "Look at you, you've gotten my clothes all wet."
Even I was surprised at how gentle my tone was. Women, you really are made of water.
"I'll help you wash them," he said gently in return.
"Get lost!" I laughed, then returned to normal.
That was our first intimate encounter.
From then on, our relationship underwent a subtle change. In his presence, I seemed to have lost my feminine shyness, no longer avoiding his gaze, and he became bolder. Sometimes, in the crowded kitchen, when he passed me from behind, he would even reach out and pinch my breast; at that moment, I would retaliate with a punch.
The relationship between men and women is like a thin sheet of paper; once it's broken, there are no more taboos, especially for married couples.

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