Qianya's Temptation

I grew up in the countryside, where my parents ran a small business. Later, the business improved, and life got better. So, they bought a house in the city so I could attend a better middle school and so they could expand their business.
When we moved, I was like an excited monkey, following the adults in and out of the new house, helping to move some light items.
After several trips, my forehead was slightly sweaty, and I stood in the hallway, panting.
Suddenly, the door next to me opened, and a girl who looked a few years older than me came out. Seeing me standing there, she seemed startled, her smooth, white skin gently covering her lips, letting out a soft gasp. Then she closed the door, stepped over the clutter on the floor, and went downstairs. Watching her pink dress from behind, and the glimpse of her white legs encased in stockings beneath the hem, I involuntarily licked my lips and swallowed hard.
That year, I was fourteen.
That year, she was eighteen.
Later, I learned her name was Su Qianya. Later, as time went by, we gradually became familiar with each other. We went to the same school, so we started going to and from school together almost every day.
She was cheerful, lively, and generous; her eyes would crinkle into crescent moons when she smiled. In the summer, she loved wearing skirts, long or short, but without exception, she always wore smooth, sheer stockings over her shapely, long legs.
At that time, I didn't have any particular feelings for her; I simply enjoyed being with her, liked the faint fragrance on her body, and liked the gentle tickling sensation when her long hair brushed against my ear.
The following summer, one day near the end of the school term, I saw a light drizzle starting to fall outside the window. I was startled—oh no, I forgot my umbrella!
When the school bell rang, I walked to the school building with my backpack and found that the rain was getting heavier. Just as I was hesitating, I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw her holding a blue umbrella with pink flowers, standing there smiling gently at me, revealing two rows of clean, white teeth.
"Forgot your umbrella? Come on, let's go together!" She walked closer to me and held the umbrella over both of our heads.
I chuckled, "Qingya, thank goodness for you, otherwise I would have been soaked to the bone today." The ground was wet, with puddles everywhere. We walked side by side in the rain, carefully taking each step. At first, she deliberately avoided touching my arm with her shoulder, but as the rain intensified, raindrops would occasionally hit the other side of our bodies if we weren't careful. So our shoulders drew closer and closer, until they were pressed tightly together. But even so, a small umbrella couldn't cover both of us. I saw that some rainwater had already soaked her other side of her clothes, so I grabbed the umbrella handle and moved it towards her, but accidentally touched her fingers, which were a little cold.
"I'm fine." She moved the umbrella closer to me.
I felt a little hurt in my boyish pride; how could I let Qingya get wet protecting me? So I grabbed her hand rather firmly, moved the umbrella to her side again, and said, "If you get wet and catch a cold, my mom will spank me." She chuckled and didn't insist anymore.
The rain was getting heavier, accompanied by a strong wind that made the small umbrella tilt this way and that, with bursts of rain hitting us. To reduce the area exposed to the rain, I held the umbrella handle for her with my left hand, while my right hand naturally climbed up her soft, slender waist. Her body trembled slightly, and a blush rose on her fair face, but she quickly calmed down.
She accidentally stepped on a stone, her body involuntarily staggering, almost falling.
Seeing this, I quickly used my right hand, which was around her waist, to hold her tightly. Inadvertently, my palm touched something soft and protruding, but at first I didn't pay much attention. After I straightened her body, I realized she was looking at me strangely.
For a moment, I didn't quite understand what she meant, but I felt something soft in my palm that felt nice, and I couldn't help but squeeze it lightly a couple more times.
"Ugh...you're so annoying." Her face instantly turned red, and she let out a low moan from deep in her throat.
I immediately understood what was going on and hurriedly moved my hand down. Almost at the same time, my penis instantly became erect in my shorts, forming a small tent.
"Sister Qianya, I didn't mean to," I stammered. She bit her lip and glanced at my lower body sideways. "You little pervert." My penis became even harder.
I was timid and shy. There were several opportunities afterward for me to pretend to touch her newly developed breasts again, but I didn't dare to. Carefully holding her slender waist and feeling her youthful, elastic skin was already enough to excite my heart. Later, I inadvertently discovered that from my angle looking down, I could see her white embroidered bra through her neckline, and the white, rounded mounds of her breasts.
So that was where my hand had been touching—soft, white, and firm; no wonder it felt so good.
She seemed to know I was spying on her, but didn't say much, just biting her lip the whole way, a faint blush on her face that lingered until we got home.
Back home, while showering and changing in the bathroom, thinking about her soft breasts on the way home, I masturbated thoroughly, ejaculating more and thicker than usual.
For several days afterward, every time we walked to and from school together, I felt a little awkward seeing Qianya, and Qianya always blushed slightly when she saw me. Gradually, she returned to normal. But I could never forget the warm, soft mass in my palm, and those white breasts.
Especially now that it's summer, she loves wearing skirts, and her two fair legs, always clad in white, flesh-colored, or black stockings, make me itch with desire. I especially want to gently touch that silky smoothness with my fingers. Whenever I think of this, my penis instantly becomes hard, throbbing uncomfortably in my shorts.
Time flies, and during summer vacation, we basically stopped seeing each other and didn't need to go to and from school together anymore. She usually stayed in her room studying, while I ran around with a bunch of boys. It wasn't until a little over a week before school started that I realized I hadn't finished a lot of homework, so I started cramming.
One afternoon, after working on my homework for a while, I suddenly got stuck on a math problem. I racked my brains but couldn't figure it out. Just as I was getting frustrated, an idea suddenly struck me: why not go ask Sister Qianya across the street? She's a good student; she's definitely studying at home right now. Sure enough, when I knocked on the door, she was home. It was a hot day. She was only wearing a short white tank top, barely covering her fair belly, her small navel exposed. She wore denim shorts, revealing ninety percent of her long, fair legs.
While she was explaining a problem to me, I sat in her chair, and she leaned over, one hand on the back of the chair, pointing to the problem with the other. From behind, it looked like she had her arm around my shoulder, and we were whispering intimately, like lovers.
As she explained, her fragrance filled my nostrils, and strands of her long hair brushed against my face, tickling me. My heart began to stir, a heat rising from my lower abdomen. I couldn't concentrate on her explanation anymore; my eyes began to wander. She was bending over, and the two round, newly developed mounds under her narrow tank top were clearly visible, even the tiny pink areolas.
Good heavens! She wasn't wearing a bra!
My mind went blank for a moment, as if on fire, my vision filled only with that soft, white flesh. Unfortunately, I had just showered and wasn't wearing underwear, just a pair of loose beach shorts. The sudden erection created a tent-like bulge in the soft fabric. I quickly bent over to cover myself. She seemed to notice, her face flushing, and she straightened up slightly to explain, unaware that two small protrusions were faintly visible on her white tank top.
So, I listened absentmindedly to her explanation, suppressing the throbbing in my groin, occasionally glancing at her shorts; the area near my glans was slightly damp, likely from pre-ejaculate.
Thankfully, her phone rang; it seemed a classmate wanted her to bring a book, so she told me and left. As
I heard her close the door, I breathed a sigh of relief, looking at my erect penis and shaking my head helplessly. It looks like it's not going to soften anytime soon. What should I do? I don't want it to still be in this tense state when Qianya comes back. Maybe I should just take care of it myself? Anyway, it'll take her at least ten minutes to come and go. So, almost without thinking, I walked to the bathroom, my erection still there, pulled my shorts down to my feet, and started masturbating in front of the mirror. Watching my red glans glisten in the mirror, I did
n't seem to be about to ejaculate for a while. Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a few clothes hanging on the bathroom rack, including a pair of flesh-colored stockings. Those...the stockings she always wears!
I reached out and slowly took them off the rack. A soft, light touch landed in my palm. I gently sniffed them, then rubbed them against my face, a faint fragrance filling my nostrils.
Slowly, I moved the stocking down to my lower body, slipped it onto my hard penis, and began to masturbate rapidly.
Oh...oh...so good...Sister Qianya...A silky, pleasurable sensation shot from my lower body to my brain like an electric shock, making me groan involuntarily. It felt as if Sister Qianya's thighs were gently rubbing against my penis, giving me a feeling of ecstasy. The unprecedented stimulation made me feel like I was floating on clouds, gasping for breath and panting softly, as images flashed through my mind: Sister Qianya's small hands, clad in stockings, stroking my hard penis, occasionally glancing up at me shyly, revealing a beautiful and sexy expression.
Perhaps my penis had never experienced such intense stimulation before, or perhaps the image of Sister Qianya in my mind was too alluring, because after a few minutes, my breathing suddenly intensified, my hands tightly gripping my stocking-clad penis, rapidly stroking it back and forth, the smooth stockings constantly rubbing against my penis, a strange stimulation surging through my heart.
Oh…I’m going to cum…Sister Qianya…I’m going to cum…Ah…Oh… The glans, tightly encased in stockings, began to swell violently, throbbing a few times before ejaculating a dozen thick, white semen streams that seeped through the thin stockings, dripping onto the floor.
It felt so good! My heart was pounding after the orgasm; this unprecedented experience of masturbating with stockings gave me immense stimulation. But what to do with the stockings soaked in semen? I started to worry again. I had no choice but to wash them under the tap, but semen is sticky and very difficult to remove. I finally cleaned most of them, and just as I was about to wash them one last time, I heard the door open. Oh no, Sister Qianya is back! I quickly hung the wet stockings on the clothes rack, and as I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Sister Qianya coming in, changing her shoes, and looking up at me, asking, “How did it go? Did you get that problem?” I felt my face burning and stammered, "I...I'll get it..." She looked at me strangely and asked, "What's wrong?" I quickly sat back down, avoiding her eyes, and said, "N-nothing..." She shrugged, indicating she didn't understand, and tossed her long hair, saying, "It's so hot, I'm going to the restroom. You look at the questions below." She then walked towards the restroom. I was startled. I suddenly remembered the wet stocking that had just been hung out to dry; it was definitely different from the other one that had already dried. Would she notice?
Would she scold me? I was so anxious I couldn't concentrate on reading a single word, my mind racing as I awaited the final verdict.
After a while, she came out of the restroom, her face seemingly normal. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Life continued peacefully afterward. She went to a university in the south and began her college life, while I could no longer see her every day like before, only fantasizing about her beautiful face and legs, repeatedly ejaculating my semen in a frenzy.
That was when I was about to take the high school entrance exam, and I was under immense pressure from studying.
It was one day right after winter break started. After breakfast, my parents rushed off to their shop, leaving me to study by myself after closing the shop. I was idly memorizing English vocabulary when I heard a knock at the door. I got up and opened it to find Sister Qianya standing there playfully, wearing a white fitted down jacket and a red knitted hat.
"I'm on break too! I went out to play for a few days and just got back to see you. How's your studying going?" she said as she entered.
"It's alright. With a beautiful teacher like you, Sister Qianya, I can't possibly not study well," I said with a grin. "
You're so glib," she laughed and scolded, taking off her down jacket and hanging it on the hanger, revealing her curvaceous figure under her tight sweater, her two ample breasts pushing the sweater high.
Wow, it's been a while since I last saw her, and Sister Qianya's figure has really gotten better and better.
She picked up my English book from the table, sat down on the edge of the bed, flipped through a couple of pages, and started quizzing me on vocabulary.
Unexpectedly, I encountered a word I didn't know after only a few words, so I leaned over to look at the book in her hand. As a faint, sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils, I suddenly remembered the time I masturbated with her stockings, and my mind
began to flutter again. She noticed I was distracted and reached out to pinch my ear; her smooth little hand aroused my body.
"What are you thinking about? Daydreaming, aren't you?" she said.
Looking at her delicate face so close to mine, I swallowed hard, my brain seemingly blank, and blurted out something I'd never dared to say before: "Sister Qianya, you're so beautiful!" She was surprised by my comment and her face flushed instantly. "You little rascal, still trying to pull that on me! If you don't concentrate, I'll twist your ear off!" I quickly begged for mercy and continued memorizing vocabulary. I kept unconsciously glancing at her face and gently inhaling her alluring scent. She seemed to realize it each time, but ignored me, her blush lingering.
About half an hour passed like this. I felt a bit thirsty, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip. Seeing this, she said, "Give it to me, I'll have a sip too, I'm a little thirsty." So I handed her the glass.
I thought she would take it with her free left hand, but instead, she tried to put down the book in her right hand to catch it. Carelessly, her right hand, which was putting down the book, hit the water glass, spilling about half the water onto her sweater, soaking a large area.
"Ugh, so clumsy! Look, your clothes are all wet," she said, feigning anger.
A thought struck me. "Why don't you take off your sweater and put it on the radiator to dry? It'll dry in a bit." To be honest, as I said this, I was really looking forward to her agreeing and what would happen next.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. After all, we were very familiar with each other; we'd seen each other in the summer wearing very little clothing.
I put her red sweater, which she had taken off, on the radiator to dry. When I turned around, I saw that she was only wearing a tight-fitting thermal top, which made her look even fuller and more shapely.
I put my finger to my nose, took a deep breath, and said with feigned intoxication, "The sweater leaves a lingering fragrance on my hands." Sister Qianya rolled her eyes at me. "Nonsense! Do you want me to twist your ear again?" I walked forward, feigning innocence, and grinned at her, saying, "It really does smell good, it's your scent." She reached out as if to twist my ear again, but I stopped her, grabbing her hand tightly. The soft, boneless touch of her hand made my heart flutter slightly.
She gently struggled but couldn't break free. Seeing me staring straight into her eyes, she seemed a little flustered and confused. My other hand gently rested on her slender waist, and I slowly pulled her into my arms. Her body went weak, but she didn't resist, slowly resting her head on my shoulder.
"Sister Qianya, I like you." I gently inhaled the fragrance of her earlobe and touched her small, lovely earlobe with my lips.
Her body trembled slightly, and she whispered, "You're just a little pervert, I don't believe you." I ignored her and began to gently kiss her long, beautiful hair, her fair neck, and her small ears. I discovered that her ears were incredibly sensitive; each time I gently kissed them, she would let out a soft moan, her body involuntarily tensing, and her hands, already wrapped around my waist, would involuntarily tighten their grip on me.
I slowly leaned forward, and her body followed my movement, slowly arching back until we were lying on the bed, our bodies tightly intertwined. I could clearly feel the softness of her upper body, clad only in a thermal undershirt.
Before I knew it, our lips met, and the soft, moist lips made my first kiss so wonderful and pleasurable. Our tongues began to explore each other's world, eventually intertwining like two nimble little snakes, sucking and savoring each other's exquisite lip juices.
My right hand, already restless, slipped under the hem of her thermal top, caressing her smooth, silky back. When it reached the clasp of her bra, I tried to undo it but didn't know where to begin, so I started moving towards the front. Through the padded bra cups, I quickly reached that soft, incredibly elastic peak.
"Mmm..." she gasped as I captured her tongue.
Finding the padded bra cups a bit cumbersome, I pulled them over her breasts, covering her newly developed, full breasts entirely in my palm. I gently kneaded them, letting them change shape in my hands. Sometimes I abandoned the breasts and turned to her tiny, cherry-like nipples, gently twisting them. With each twist, I could hear her moan of pleasure emanating from her chest.
My lips traveled down, kissing her neck, her chest, finally my tongue reaching for those little red cherries, gently licking and teasing them, occasionally taking her entire nipple into my mouth and sucking hard.
"It hurts, be gentler," she seemed to be murmuring to herself.
By now, her thermal underwear had already been removed, and her bra had been tossed aside with her cooperation. My hand began to wander downwards, unbuckling her belt without her noticing, and slipping my entire hand inside. The first time I slipped in, my fingers were outside her panties, and through the thin fabric, my hand caressed her mons pubis, then further down, to her soft, moist, mysterious area.
I pulled my hand back, then reached down again, this time deep inside her panties, skin to skin, I could feel the sparse pubic hair. Further down, I could feel the wet, slippery cleft.
"You're so wet already," I teased softly in her ear.
Her eyes were a little dazed, and she lightly patted my chest. "It's all your fault." Suddenly, she gave a strange laugh. "You're the same." It turned out that my already hard penis was pressing against her thigh, causing her great discomfort. So I unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants and underwear down to my thighs, grabbed her hand, and placed it on my erect penis. Her hand recoiled slightly, then hesitated before grasping my engorged member and gently stroking it up and down.
"You little rascal, you've grown so big," she murmured, slowly lowering her body and gently kissing the red glans with her lips. Then she lowered her head, enveloping my entire glans in her lips.
An indescribable pleasure surged from my lower body to my brain; my penis felt like it had entered a warm, moist, mysterious space.
"Oh my god!" I couldn't help but gasp.
To be honest, her oral sex technique was still quite clumsy at that time; her teeth often scraped against my penis, sometimes causing a little pain. But this didn't diminish the mental stimulation it gave me.
Sister Qianya was giving me oral sex! She was licking my penis between my legs!
Just thinking about it made me incredibly excited.
As she continued to lick and tease me, how could I, a virgin, withstand such stimulation? Finally, my body tensed up, and I held her head tightly with both hands.
"I can't take it anymore, Sister Qianya, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..." "No..." she mumbled, spitting out my penis, as if worried that I would ejaculate in her mouth. The moment my penis came out of her mouth, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my ejaculation came out in waves, most of it landing on her face and lips.
"Ugh, you're so annoying." She caught it with her hands, afraid that the semen would flow onto the bed and her body, and bent over to run to the bathroom to wash her hands and face before coming out. When she came out, she saw me still lying on the bed with my penis exposed, and she spat, "Shameless." But she picked up a tissue and helped me clean the remaining semen off my penis. By the time she wiped it clean, my young penis was already erect again. (Looking back now, youth is truly wonderful.) But this time, the treatment wasn't as good as before. It was almost noon, and my mom was going home to cook. If we were caught, we'd both be too ashamed to live. So she quickly tidied up and secretly went home.
That holiday, we went on about ten dates. Whenever we had the chance, we'd be together, hugging, kissing, and masturbating each other. But she never let me actually penetrate her; everything else was fine.
The real breakthrough came when she was a sophomore in college, during the National Day holiday. One day, she called me, her voice low, and asked me to meet her at a hotel.
When I got to her room, I saw she was only wearing a towel, obviously having just showered.
"Hold me! Kiss me!" she said, looking at my face, her voice still low.
I didn't think much of it; it had been a long time since we'd had sex together. I pounced on her, ripped off her towel, and rolled onto the bed with her in my arms. We kissed passionately, frantically kneading her long-lost full breasts.
Until I was completely naked, my penis was erect and throbbing.
"Come in!" she whispered.
I was taken aback: "Huh?" "Haven't you always wanted to have it inside me?" she said softly.
My lust got the better of me, and I knelt on the bed, guiding my penis to her wet, fleshy opening, and thrust it in all the way.
Ah!
We both cried out involuntarily.
I never imagined that real sex would feel so good, so much better than using my hand. I started thrusting hard, breathing heavily, each thrust accompanied by a squelching sound, juices flying everywhere. Because she had already "expanded" me with her hand and mouth, I didn't ejaculate immediately on my first time having sex; instead, I became more and more vigorous.
She suddenly hugged my back tightly and shouted, "Do you like me?" While I was fucking her, I shouted back, "Yes, Sister Qianya, I love you to death! I've been masturbating with your stockings since I was little!" She kissed my neck, "I knew it was you! You little pervert!" Suddenly, my penis felt spasms inside her vagina. Knowing her body very well, I knew she was about to climax, so I fucked her even harder.
"Little pervert, say you love me!" she shouted between breaths.
"Sister Qianya, I love you! I'll always love you!" "If you love me, fuck me hard!" She was acting crazy now.
"Sister Qianya, I'm going to fuck you hard, will you enjoy it?" I asked loudly as I fucked her.
"So good...so good...oh...my little brother's cock feels so good...ah..." She suddenly bit my shoulder, holding on tightly, and at the same time, her vagina, gripping my penis, convulsed a few times before collapsing onto the bed like a limp lump of mud, panting heavily.
My penis couldn't withstand the stimulation either, and after a couple of thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate inside her.
"So good!" We lay naked on the bed, snuggling together.
She rested her head on my shoulder and whispered, "In this world, maybe only you won't lie to me?" I was stunned. Why would she say that out of the blue? Later, I realized there was a reason for her unusual behavior today.
She had a boyfriend this semester, but it turned out he was just playing around, cheating on her with several other girls almost simultaneously.
So that's why. No wonder she was like this today.
I gently patted her smooth back and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll marry you after I graduate from university!" Hehe. She smiled softly.
Looking back now, her chuckle meant she knew all along that things wouldn't work out.
That National Day holiday, we made love passionately.
Now, more than a decade later, we live in different cities, both married with children, our lives rarely intersecting.
Yet, I still deeply cherish those vibrant, youthful days.
And that older sister next door who taught me so much.

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