During the time my wife was studying abroad

I've been married for a little over two years and don't have children yet. Since my wife, a foreign language major, experienced some setbacks at work, she's had the idea of studying abroad. After more than six months of preparation, she finally finished her exams and, after applying, received an acceptance letter from a state university in the United States. However, my family life has begun to change. First, we no longer needed the entire apartment we were renting. About two weeks after my wife went abroad, we terminated the lease with the landlord early. The landlord was a good person; he refunded the entire deposit and didn't cause any trouble. I then rented a separate suite. In this hot August, I moved into my new home.

It's a converted apartment with several suites; there are three bedrooms, a shared small living room and kitchen, and a sofa in the small living room. As for the bathroom, it was an expansion of the original bathroom, then divided into three small rooms with partitions, each leading to one of the three rooms. They all shared a single ceiling light, and there was about a 15-centimeter gap under the partitions. I was the first guest to move in, so I chose the largest and best room, located in the middle of the two suites. It was the only one with a balcony, and the bathroom was the largest. The other two rooms only had shower facilities, while mine had a sit-down jacuzzi, which the landlord said was left by the previous owner. Naturally, the rent was higher than the other two rooms.

After moving into the new place and settling in for three days, everything was ready. I was the only one on the floor, living a very carefree life, but I felt a little lonely. However, this kind of life didn't last long. Just over a week later, on a rainy weekend afternoon, my sweet afternoon nap was shattered by a lot of noise. I saw my landlord open the door with a young woman, who was my roommate, and several moving company workers. I quickly got dressed and went out to greet them. There weren't many things, so everyone left in less than two hours, leaving only my new neighbor.

This young woman was very beautiful. She wasn't wearing makeup, just a little lipstick. She had a great figure, perfectly proportioned, with a high waist and very long legs. She was wearing a loose black T-shirt and jeans, and was about 165 cm tall. But because of the heavy rain, she was soaked to the bone. Seeing that she looked cold, I brought her a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee and suggested that she take a shower and change out of her wet clothes before tidying up. I also told her that I wasn't available today and that she could contact me if she needed any help. After we met, I went back to my room to freshen up a bit, and soon I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

About half an hour later, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Can you help me?" I hurriedly opened the door. I was immediately startled by what I saw. I took a breath to calm myself down, but my actions were perfectly normal, nothing out of the ordinary. She was wearing a sexy white nightgown, with shorts on the bottom and a cover-up on top. The material seemed to be imitation silk polyester, and it was slightly transparent.

"Sorry! My clothes are all wet, except for some pajamas I had hidden underneath."

"It's alright," I replied with a smile.

I started helping her move some of the heavier furniture and rearrange the items. Because of the moving, she took off her cover-up, leaving her in a spaghetti-strap tank top and slightly loose shorts. Looking through the tank top's cuffs, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. She had sweated a bit, making her clothes somewhat transparent and clinging to her body. I realized she wasn't even wearing underwear. I tried to act naturally, chatting as we tidied up. Sometimes I was very close to her, only a few centimeters away, able to smell the faint scent of her sweat. Sometimes I would accidentally brush against her body, but so far I remained perfectly calm.

I learned that her real surname was Shih, and her husband's surname was Chen, so I called her "Xiao Jing". She was three years younger than me, married for two years, and had no children. Her husband was seven years older than her. Because her husband's company had a factory in Central America and closed its factory in Taiwan, most of the employees were laid off, and a few core managers went to Central America. Her husband also went to Central America. She was a junior high school teacher, but she couldn't bear to give up her job in Taiwan, so she stayed. She rented out her original house and moved into this small apartment. I briefly introduced myself and told her that she could call me "Xiao Cheng". The Forbidden March:

Because of the heat, I was helping her move things. Before long, my clothes were soaked with sweat, and my jeans were very uncomfortable. I went back to my room to shower and change into short tennis shorts and a t-shirt. But soon, my t-shirt was also soaked. After several hours of work, I felt hungry and tired. Looking at the clock, it was already 7 pm. I simply cooked two bowls of noodles in the kitchen for dinner. I wanted to rest, but the living room and her room were full of things she hadn't yet unpacked; there wasn't even a proper place to sit and rest.

"Come rest in my room!" I suggested.

"It's too much trouble for you, but to be honest, I'm really tired and need to rest," she said, her face full of weariness.

"You're too kind. My room has air conditioning; it's too hot here. Oh, by the way, I have a washing machine and a dryer, and I can hang clothes to dry on my balcony," I replied, suddenly remembering that her clothes were all wet and needed washing.

"Thank you so much. You go back to your room and rest; I'll be there in a bit," she said with a smile.

Back in my room, I turned on the air conditioning, took off my sweat-soaked clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I found her there too. Her shower stall was right next to our two bathroom stalls, and I could sometimes see her looking beautiful through the gap under the stall.

Back in my room, this time I was only wearing underwear and a pair of very short athletic shorts. Perhaps because I hadn't exercised in a long time, the afternoon of tidying up and moving furniture had left me feeling sore all over and extremely tired. I drew the curtains, leaned against the bed, and wanted to rest for a bit when I heard a knock at the door. Before I could answer, she pushed the door open and came in, carrying two large baskets of clothes.

"My clothes are all soaked; I need to borrow your washing machine. Hmm, the air conditioning in your room is so nice," Xiaojing said.

"Don't mention it. The washing machine is on the balcony; you can use it yourself," I said, standing up and turning on the balcony light. I led her to the balcony and also helped her collect my clothes.

By this time, she had changed into another set of white pajamas, also wearing a cover-up, both made of imitation silk polyester. I couldn't tell what kind of bra she was wearing, as it was completely covered by the cover-up, but it revealed her beautiful, slender legs. They were very well-proportioned, with graceful lines, without an ounce of excess fat, yet not too thin. She seemed to exercise regularly; I could see the beautiful muscle lines on her thighs. Her skin was fine, without any scars—truly flawless. I returned to my room and quietly admired her through the French windows on the balcony.

After a while, she put all the clothes she had brought into the washing machine and came into my room, sitting down on the sofa by the French windows. "Moving is such a hassle, and with this heavy rain, we really picked the wrong day," she sighed, complaining. "But this is the first time I've dressed so casually in front of someone other than my husband. I hope you won't mind!" she said, looking around at the furnishings in my room.

My room was simply furnished, with only a double bed, a wardrobe, a bookcase, a refrigerator by the door, a desk, a large computer desk/work desk, a few chairs, and three stacks of plastic modular drawers reaching the ceiling. The walls were painted a light rose white, and there was a sofa and a small coffee table by the French windows.

She leaned back into a more comfortable position, then stretched and said, "I'm so tired! My whole body feels like it's falling apart. Xiao Cheng, thank you so much. If I hadn't met you today, I really don't know what I would have done with all that bulky furniture." After she finished speaking, her gaze lingered on me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I'm not bad-looking, with a refined face and a high nose. I was only wearing shorts, revealing a well-defined physique. Being stared at like that made me feel very uncomfortable. "My bathroom has a jacuzzi. You look so tired, why don't you take a soak? It should help you recover." To break the awkward silence, I quickly found a topic of conversation and stood up to walk towards the bathroom.

"I'll fill the tub with hot water for you, just a moment," I said as I walked.

Entering the bathroom, I gently closed the door, turned on the bathtub faucet, and watched the water flow into the tub. I breathed a sigh of relief, but at that moment, those erotic scenes from earlier resurfaced in my mind, and my thoughts surged like a turbulent sea. Just as I was planning my next move, there was a knock on the bathroom door beside me.

"Xiao Cheng!" a soft voice called out.

"Xiao Jing, what's wrong?" I answered, turning towards the door.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Xiao Jing burst in, colliding head-on with me. The floor tiles were slippery, and Xiao Jing, caught off guard, slipped and fell forward, landing on top of me. Reflexively, I grabbed her, and she gripped me tightly. I saw her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and suddenly felt an urge to kiss her, but I restrained myself. Touching her body for the first time, I felt its softness and elasticity. Perhaps because it happened so suddenly, we were both stunned, remaining motionless for a while. Through her thin nightgown, I could feel her burning body temperature.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, the sound of the bathtub overflowing filled the air, like a knife slicing through frozen time. "It's full, go take a bath!" I said softly in a low voice.

"Okay, sure." She nodded obediently.

I showed her how to use the jacuzzi, gently closed the door, and returned to my desk, wanting to read, but I couldn't settle down. I opened the refrigerator, took two ice cubes, put them in a glass, and poured myself an iced cola. Since my wife went abroad, I haven't had any contact with women for almost a month, and this beautiful neighbor's impact on me was quite strong. However, I thought, perhaps she's in a similar situation!

The cold drink seemed to clear my head, reminding me that I hadn't unpacked the clothes I'd just collected. I pulled out a t-shirt and put it on, then folded the pile of clothes and put them in the closet. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door opening. I looked towards the bathroom and saw Xiaojing peek out from behind the door, only her head visible.

"I didn't bring a towel!" Xiaojing said softly, her face flushed.

"I'll get you a clean towel in a moment." I said, taking a clean towel from the drawer and handing it to her.

Soon, she came out of the bathroom. "Mmm, that feels much better. Thank you so much." She returned the wet towel to me with a sweet smile, then went back to the balcony to hang her clean clothes to dry.

Afterward, I turned off the air conditioner, and we went back to her messy room together. I first brought out my dehumidifier, then helped her find it, as her mattress and the others in the dorm room were soaked from the rain. I hoped this would help. We tidied up and chatted, growing closer together. Although we had only met today, we seemed to hit it off immediately. We admired each other and talked about everything, as if we were old friends. Two hours passed quickly.

Because we had just come from an air-conditioned room, and the room was very humid, combined with the high September temperature and the heat from the dehumidifier, we were soon drenched in sweat. It felt like even the fan was blowing hot air, making it unbearable. By this time, we were completely sweaty. I asked her if she minded if I took off my t-shirt. She said it was fine, so I took off my soaking wet shirt, leaving me in only shorts. Her situation was worse than mine. She was wearing a long-sleeved, thick cover-up made of polyester, which doesn't absorb sweat and was already incredibly uncomfortable. Not long after I took mine off, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you mind if I take off my outer garment? I'm unbearably hot," she said.

"It's just the two of us, no one else around, so it should be alright. It's driving me crazy," I replied while tidying my things.

She thought for a few seconds, then turned her back to me and took off her cover-up. I then realized she was only wearing a short, white, semi-transparent polyester one-piece tank dress underneath. It was very short, only covering her hips, and was already soaked through, completely transparent, and clinging to her body. Because of her earlier movement, it had rolled up slightly, revealing half of her buttocks, making it clear she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. She tossed her pajamas onto the chair beside her, trying to pull them down as far as possible, then turned around. The clothes clung to her body, almost transparent, clearly revealing her nipples and a patch of dark skin below. Instantly, I felt my heart race, and I felt a physical reaction down there.

"Don't stare like that, it makes me shy," she said, blushing as she noticed me looking at her.

"Sorry! But you're really beautiful," I said, turning my head away shyly.

We continued tidying up, and I kept stealing glances at her. Many times, there were quite a few revealing glimpses, which were really unbearable. At first, she seemed very reserved, but after a while, she seemed to forget about her clothes, and her movements became more and more natural and bold. But at this moment, I was really feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Finally, I finished tidying up a section. Her room and our living room were almost filled with damp items hanging out to dry. I glanced at the clock; it was nearly midnight. I turned around, grabbed my t-shirt, and went back to my room. I turned on the air conditioning, went into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub tap, and dragged my tired body back to my room. I took out two wine glasses, put an ice cube in each, and filled them with red wine. I knew Xiaojing would definitely come looking for me again. Before I even sat down, I heard Xiaojing knocking on the door. I hurriedly went to open it.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Xiaojing standing at the door with a huge pile of clothes, still wearing that sweat-soaked nightgown. "Please come in!" I said, taking the large pile of clothes from her. In a short time, we threw them into the washing machine and started washing, then returned to the room.

"Hmm, a little wine helps with blood circulation and can help you recover from fatigue. This is French red wine, it tastes quite good." I picked up two glasses of red wine from the table, handing one to her as I spoke.

She took a small sip. "Very good!" she said, then touched her glass to mine, and we each took a large gulp. Her cheeks soon turned pink. I suddenly remembered the bathtub was still running, so I finished my glass of red wine, went into the bathroom to check, and found the water was almost full, so I turned off the tap. Turning back into the room, I found Xiaojing's face even redder; she had finished her drink.

I walked to her side, took the empty glass from her hand, placed it on the table, and looked at her. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged me, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed my cheek. Then I lowered my head and kissed her cheek. At that moment, I looked into her eyes; they seemed to hold a burning, expectant gaze. We didn't say anything, because at that moment, any words would be meaningless. Then our lips met, and we remained together for a long time.

Then, we went into the bathroom.

I gently helped her take off her pajamas, and then she helped me take off my shorts. I tested the water temperature first; it was just right. Then I added a few drops of perfume. It was something a friend brought back from Europe; it was said to be very effective at relieving fatigue. I gave her a dry towel to wrap her hair, and helped her into the bathtub. The tub filled up quickly, and we sat facing each other. I reached out and pressed the motor, creating several jets of massage water around us.

The small bathtub felt cramped with just the two of us, and our legs were intertwined. After a while, she got up and sat in my lap with her back to me. I held her for a while without moving, watching her entranced state with her eyes closed. My hands began to wander. First, I kneaded her nipples, and she giggled and wriggled. Then I moved down to her pubic area, touching some sparse pubic hair, and finally finding her clitoris, which I gently massaged with my fingers. Soon, Xiaojing's breathing became heavy and rapid...

After a while, we got out of the water. She looked at my erect pubic hair and swollen, purple glans, and playfully pinched it. I grabbed a large bath towel and dried ourselves off. We kissed as we walked to the bed and lay down together. I placed a towel under her to prevent the sheets from getting dirty. I rolled over and pinned her down. She cooperated by spreading her legs, and I pressed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening. Finding her ready, I thrust my hips forward and penetrated her fully. It felt incredibly tight, and the head of my penis seemed to have reached its limit. I saw her frown and roll her eyes back.

I first moved slowly a few times, then displayed my superior waist strength, almost pulling out and then thrusting in all the way back each time, making piston-like movements at a frequency of two to three times per second. Her moans were loud, and after more than ten minutes, the towel under her was soaked.

"I can't take it anymore, stop!" she managed to squeeze out the words through her teeth. Seeing her pitiful state, I inserted it all the way in and then remained still for about 2-3 seconds to let her catch her breath. I noticed she was panting heavily, and some tiny beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead. Then I changed to another method, inserting it all the way in. At this point, my glans was completely against her clitoris, and the skin at the base could touch her clitoris. I didn't pull out, but pressed down hard. My penis moved in and out, but not very much, and the speed was fast. My glans kept rubbing against her clitoris, and her clitoris was constantly being stimulated. Seeing her reaction become more intense, I held on for another ten minutes or so. She was completely limp, her legs, which had been raised, were now completely flat, and she felt her vagina tightening in waves.

"Why haven't you ejaculated yet? It's safe today, you can ejaculate inside," she said in a weak voice, her brows furrowed.

At this point, I switched to my most intense attack, and the muscles in my lower abdomen were a little sore. Her vagina tightened more and more, and finally, after five or six minutes, I ejaculated deep inside her, convulsing more than ten times. I didn't pull out immediately, but lay on top of her for a while, savoring the afterglow of our passion, before we kissed passionately again. Then I took a piece of toilet paper, placed it at the vaginal opening, and pulled it out to prevent the semen from leaking out. We then went to the bathroom to wash ourselves thoroughly.

After resting for a bit, we started hanging up the laundry. It was already late at night. "Oh, right, I just remembered something. My mattress and sheets are soaked from the rain. Looks like I'll need to stay at your place until they're dry," she said, looking at me with that mischievous look and smiling.

"Oh!" I frowned slightly and smiled at her. I knew that at least for the next few days, my bed and blankets wouldn't be lonely. I lowered my head and kissed her lips again, my body touching her hot, soft, smooth, and elastic body. We hadn't put on any clothes since then. My penis hardened again; she felt it, pinched it with her hand, and then gave me a seductive smile. Of course, we went back to bed and made love again.

Because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted even longer, almost an hour. She was already limp on the bed, barely breathing.

"Are you okay?" I asked her softly.

"Mmm, okay, very comfortable, but a little too much."

"Ah! What a tiring yet passionate night!" I thought to myself, and then we fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

(Prologue:

I had been married for a little over two years and didn't have any children yet.) My wife, who majored in foreign languages, developed the idea of studying abroad after experiencing some setbacks at work. After more than half a year of preparation, she finally finished her exams and, after applying, received an acceptance letter from a state university in the United States. However, my family life began to change. First, we no longer needed the entire apartment we had been renting. About half a month after my wife went abroad, we terminated the lease with the landlord early. The landlord was a good person; he refunded the deposit in full and didn't cause any trouble. I then rented another suite. In this hot August, I moved into my new home.

It was a converted apartment with several suites, a total of three bedrooms, a shared small living room and kitchen, and a sofa in the small living room. As for the bathroom, it was an expansion of the original bathroom, then divided into three small rooms with partitions, each leading to one of the three rooms. They all shared a single ceiling light, and there was about a 15-centimeter gap under the partitions. I was the first guest to move in, so I chose the largest and best room, located in the middle of the two suites. It was the only one with a balcony, and the bathroom was the largest. The other two rooms only had shower facilities, while mine had a sit-down jacuzzi, which the landlord said was left by the previous owner. Naturally, the rent was higher than the other two rooms.

After moving into the new place and settling in for three days, everything was ready. I was the only one on the floor, living a very carefree life, but I felt a little lonely. However, this kind of life didn't last long. Just over a week later, on a rainy weekend afternoon, my sweet afternoon nap was shattered by a lot of noise. I saw my landlord open the door with a young woman, who was my roommate, and several moving company workers. I quickly got dressed and went out to greet them. There weren't many things, so everyone left in less than two hours, leaving only my new neighbor.

This young woman was very beautiful. She wasn't wearing makeup, just a little lipstick. She had a great figure, perfectly proportioned, with a high waist and very long legs. She was wearing a loose black T-shirt and jeans, and was about 165 cm tall. But because of the heavy rain, she was soaked to the bone. Seeing that she looked cold, I brought her a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee and suggested that she take a shower and change out of her wet clothes before tidying up. I also told her that I wasn't available today and that she could contact me if she needed any help. After we met, I went back to my room to freshen up a bit, and soon I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

About half an hour later, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Can you help me?" I hurriedly opened the door. I was immediately startled by what I saw. I took a breath to calm myself down, but my actions were perfectly normal, nothing out of the ordinary. She was wearing a sexy white nightgown, with shorts on the bottom and a cover-up on top. The material seemed to be imitation silk polyester, and it was slightly transparent.

"Sorry! My clothes are all wet, except for some pajamas I had hidden underneath."

"It's alright," I replied with a smile.

I started helping her move some of the heavier furniture and rearrange the items. Because of the moving, she took off her cover-up, leaving her in a spaghetti-strap tank top and slightly loose shorts. Looking through the tank top's cuffs, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. She had sweated a bit, making her clothes somewhat transparent and clinging to her body. I realized she wasn't even wearing underwear. I tried to act naturally, chatting as we tidied up. Sometimes I was very close to her, only a few centimeters away, able to smell the faint scent of her sweat. Sometimes I would accidentally brush against her body, but so far I remained perfectly calm.

I learned that her real surname was Shih, and her husband's surname was Chen, so I called her "Xiao Jing". She was three years younger than me, married for two years, and had no children. Her husband was seven years older than her. Because her husband's company had a factory in Central America and closed its factory in Taiwan, most of the employees were laid off, and a few core managers went to Central America. Her husband also went to Central America. She was a junior high school teacher, but she couldn't bear to give up her job in Taiwan, so she stayed. She rented out her original house and moved into this small apartment. I briefly introduced myself and told her that she could call me "Xiao Cheng". The Forbidden March:

Because of the heat, I was helping her move things. Before long, my clothes were soaked with sweat, and my jeans were very uncomfortable. I went back to my room to shower and change into short tennis shorts and a t-shirt. But soon, my t-shirt was also soaked. After several hours of work, I felt hungry and tired. Looking at the clock, it was already 7 pm. I simply cooked two bowls of noodles in the kitchen for dinner. I wanted to rest, but the living room and her room were full of things she hadn't yet unpacked; there wasn't even a proper place to sit and rest.

"Come rest in my room!" I suggested.

"It's too much trouble for you, but to be honest, I'm really tired and need to rest," she said, her face full of weariness.

"You're too kind. My room has air conditioning; it's too hot here. Oh, by the way, I have a washing machine and a dryer, and I can hang clothes to dry on my balcony," I replied, suddenly remembering that her clothes were all wet and needed washing.

"Thank you so much. You go back to your room and rest; I'll be there in a bit," she said with a smile.

Back in my room, I turned on the air conditioning, took off my sweat-soaked clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I found her there too. Her shower stall was right next to our two bathroom stalls, and I could sometimes see her looking beautiful through the gap under the stall.

Back in my room, this time I was only wearing underwear and a pair of very short athletic shorts. Perhaps because I hadn't exercised in a long time, the afternoon of tidying up and moving furniture had left me feeling sore all over and extremely tired. She drew the curtains, leaned against the bed, and wanted to rest for a bit when she heard a knock at the door. Before she could answer, she saw her push the door open and come in carrying two large baskets of clothes.

"My clothes are all soaked, I need to borrow your washing machine. Hmm, the air conditioning in your room is so nice," Xiaojing said.

"Don't be shy, the washing machine is on the balcony, please use it yourself." I said, standing up and turning on the balcony light, leading her to the balcony and collecting my clothes.

By then, she had changed into another set of white pajamas, also wearing a cover-up, both made of imitation silk polyester. I couldn't tell what kind of bra she was wearing, as it was completely covered by the cover-up, but it revealed her beautiful, slender legs, very well-proportioned, with beautiful lines, without an ounce of excess fat, yet not too thin. She seemed to exercise regularly, as I could see the beautiful muscle lines on her thighs. Her skin was very fine, without any scars, truly flawless. I returned to my room and quietly admired her through the balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows.

After a while, she put all the clothes she had brought into the washing machine and then came into my room, sitting down on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window. "Moving is such a hassle, and with this heavy rain, we really picked the wrong day," she sighed and complained. "But this is the first time I've dressed so casually in front of anyone other than my husband, so you probably won't mind!" she said, looking around at the furnishings in my room.

My room was simply furnished, with only a double bed, a wardrobe, a bookcase, a refrigerator by the door, a desk, a large computer desk/work desk, a few chairs, and three stacks of plastic modular drawers reaching the ceiling. The walls were painted a light rose white, and there was a sofa and a small coffee table by the French windows.

She leaned back into a more comfortable position, then stretched and said, "I'm so tired! My whole body feels like it's falling apart. Xiao Cheng, thank you so much. If I hadn't met you today, I really don't know what I would have done with all that bulky furniture." After she finished speaking, her gaze lingered on me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I'm not bad-looking, with a refined face and a high nose. I was only wearing shorts, revealing a well-defined physique. Being stared at like that made me feel very uncomfortable. "My bathroom has a jacuzzi. You look so tired, why don't you take a soak? It should help you recover." To break the awkward silence, I quickly found a topic of conversation and stood up to walk towards the bathroom.

"I'll fill the tub with hot water for you, just a moment," I said as I walked.

I entered the bathroom, gently closed the door, turned on the bathtub faucet, and watched the water flow into the tub. I breathed a sigh of relief, but at that moment, those erotic images from earlier resurfaced in my mind, my thoughts churning. Just as I was calculating my next move, there was a knock on the bathroom door beside me.

"Xiao Cheng!" came a soft voice.

"Xiao Jing, what's wrong?" I answered, turning towards the door.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Xiao Jing burst in, colliding head-on with me. The floor tiles were slippery, and Xiao Jing, caught off guard, slipped and fell forward, landing on top of me. Reflexively, I grabbed her, and she gripped me tightly. I saw her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and suddenly, I had the urge to kiss her, but I restrained myself. The first time I touched her body, it felt incredibly soft and supple. Perhaps because it happened so suddenly, I froze, and for a while we remained motionless. I could feel her burning body heat beneath her thin nightgown.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, the sound of water overflowing from the bathtub filled the room, like a knife slicing through frozen time. "It's full, go take a bath!" I said softly in a low voice.

"Okay," she nodded obediently.

I showed her how to use the jacuzzi, gently closed the door, and returned to my desk, wanting to read, but I couldn't settle down. I opened the refrigerator, took two ice cubes, put them in a glass, and poured myself an iced cola. Since my wife went abroad, I haven't had any contact with women for almost a month, and this beautiful neighbor's impact on me has been quite strong. However, I think, perhaps she's in a similar situation!

The cold drink seemed to sober me up a bit, and I remembered that I hadn't unpacked the clothes I had just collected. I pulled out a t-shirt and put it on, then folded the pile of clothes and put them in the closet. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door opening. I looked towards the bathroom and saw Xiaojing opening the door a crack, hiding behind it, only peeking out her head.

"I didn't bring a towel!" Xiaojing said softly, her face flushed.

"I'll get you a clean towel in a moment." After saying that, I took a clean towel from the drawer and handed it to her.

Soon, she came out of the bathroom. "Mmm, that feels much better. Thank you so much," she said with a sweet smile, handing me the wet towel back. Then she went back to the balcony to hang her clean clothes to dry.

Afterward, I turned off the air conditioning, and we went back to her messy room together. I first brought my dehumidifier over, then helped her find hers, as her mattress and the rest of the dorm room were soaked from the rain. I hoped this would help. We tidied up and chatted, growing closer together. Although we had only met today, we seemed to click instantly. We admired each other, talked about everything, as if we were old friends. Two hours passed in a flash.

Having just come from an air-conditioned room, which was also very humid, and combined with the high September temperatures and the heat from the dehumidifier, we were soon drenched in sweat. Even the fan seemed to be blowing hot air, making it unbearable. We were already drenched in sweat, so I asked her if she minded me taking off my t-shirt. She said it was fine, so I took off my soaking wet shirt, leaving me in only shorts. She was in worse shape than me, wearing a long-sleeved, thick polyester cardigan, which doesn't absorb sweat and was already feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Not long after I took it off, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you mind if I take off my outer clothes? I'm so hot," she said.

"It's just the two of us, no outsiders, so it should be fine. It's unbearably hot," I replied while tidying my things.

She thought for a few seconds, then turned her back to me and took off her cover-up. I realized she was only wearing a short, white, semi-transparent polyester one-piece tank dress underneath. It was very short, barely covering her buttocks, and was already soaked through, completely transparent, and clung to her body. Because of her earlier movements, it had rolled up slightly, revealing half of her buttocks, making it clear she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. She tossed the cover-up onto the chair next to her, trying to pull it down as much as possible, and then turned around. The dress was almost transparent against her body; her nipples were clearly visible, and below, a dark patch was also visible. Instantly, I felt my heart race, and I felt a physical reaction down there.

"Don't stare like that, it makes me shy," she said, blushing as she noticed me looking at her.

"Sorry! But you really are beautiful," I said, turning away shyly.

We continued tidying up, and I kept stealing glances at her. Many times, there were quite a few revealing glimpses of her skin, which was almost unbearable. At first, she seemed very reserved, but after a while, she seemed to forget about her clothes, becoming more and more natural and bold. But at this point, I was really feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Finally, we reached a point where her room and our living room were almost completely covered in damp clothes. I glanced at the clock; it was nearly midnight. I turned around, grabbed my t-shirt, and went back to the room. I turned on the air conditioning, went into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub tap, and dragged my tired body back to the room. I took out two wine glasses, put an ice cube in each, and filled them with red wine. I knew Xiaojing would come looking for me again. Before I even sat down, I heard Xiaojing knocking on the door, and I hurriedly went to open it.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Xiaojing standing at the door with a huge pile of clothes, still wearing that sweat-soaked nightgown. "Come in!" I said, taking the pile of clothes from her. In a very short time, we threw the clothes into the washing machine and started washing them, then went back to the room.

"Yes, a little wine can help with blood circulation and help you recover from fatigue. This is French red wine, it tastes quite good." I picked up two glasses of red wine from the table, handed one to her, and said as I did so.

She brought the wine glass to her lips and took a small sip. "Very good!" she said, then touched her glass to mine, and we each took a large gulp. Her cheeks soon turned pink. I suddenly remembered that the bathtub was still running, so I finished my wine in one go, then went into the bathroom to check. Finding the water almost full, I turned off the tap. Returning to the room, I found Xiaojing's face even redder; she had finished her wine.

I went to her side, took her empty glass, placed it on the table, and looked at her. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged me, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed my cheek. Then I lowered my head and kissed her cheek. At that moment, I looked into her eyes; they seemed to hold a burning, expectant gaze. We didn't say anything, because any words would be meaningless at that moment. Then our lips met and remained together for a long time.

Then we went into the bathroom.

I gently helped her take off her pajamas, and she helped me take off my shorts. I tested the water temperature; it was just right. Then I added a few drops of perfume. A friend brought it back from Europe; it's said to be very effective at relieving fatigue. I gave her a dry towel to wrap her hair, and helped her into the bathtub. The tub filled up quickly. We sat facing each other, and I reached out and pressed the motor switch, creating several jets of massage water around our bodies.

We sat facing each other; the small bathtub felt very cramped with just the two of us, and our four legs were intertwined. After a while, she got up and sat in my lap with her back to me. I held her and didn't move for a while, watching her look so blissful, her eyes closed, and my hands began to wander. First, I kneaded and pinched her nipples, and she started to giggle and wriggle. Then I moved down to her pubic area, touching some sparse pubic hair, and then found her clitoris, and began to massage it gently with my fingers. Soon, Xiaojing's breathing became heavy and rapid...

After a while, we got out of the water, and she looked at my erect pubic hair and the swollen, purple glans, and mischievously pinched it. I picked up a large bath towel and dried ourselves off. We kissed as we walked to the bed, and we lay down together. I put a towel under her to prevent the sheets from getting dirty. I rolled over and pinned her down. She cooperated by spreading her legs, and I pressed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening. Finding her ready, I thrust my hips forward and penetrated her fully. It felt incredibly tight, and the head of my penis seemed to have reached its limit. She frowned, her eyes rolling back.

I first moved slowly a few times, then displayed my superior hip strength, almost pulling out completely before plunging in again, performing piston-like movements at a rate of two to three times per second. Her moans were loud, and after more than ten minutes, the towel beneath her was soaked.

"I can't take it anymore, stop!" she managed to squeeze out through her teeth. Seeing her pitiful state, I thrust all the way in and then remained still for about two to three seconds to let her catch her breath. Seeing her panting, with tiny beads of sweat on her forehead, I changed tactics. I inserted myself fully, my glans pressing against her clitoris, the skin at the base touching her clitoris. I didn't pull out, but pressed down hard. My penis moved in and out, but not vigorously, quickly, the glans rubbing against her clitoris, stimulating her clitoris. Seeing her reaction intensify, I held on for another ten minutes or so until she was completely limp, her legs flattened, feeling her vagina tighten.

"Why haven't you ejaculated yet? It's safe today, you can ejaculate inside," she said weakly, her brow furrowed.

Then I switched to my most intense attack, my lower abdominal muscles aching. Her vagina tightened more and more, and finally, after five or six minutes, I ejaculated deep inside her, convulsing more than ten times. I didn't pull out immediately, but lay on top of her for a while, savoring the afterglow of our passion, before we kissed passionately again. Then I took a piece of toilet paper, placed it at the vaginal opening, and pulled it out to prevent the semen from leaking out. We then went to the bathroom to wash ourselves thoroughly.

After resting for a bit, we started hanging up the laundry. It was already late at night. "Oh, right, I just remembered something. My mattress and sheets are soaked from the rain. Looks like I'll need to stay at your place until they're dry," she said, looking at me with that mischievous look and smiling.

"Oh!" I frowned slightly and smiled at her. I knew that at least for the next few days, my bed and blankets wouldn't be lonely. I lowered my head and kissed her lips again, my body touching her hot, soft, smooth, and elastic body. We hadn't put on any clothes since then. My penis hardened again, and she felt it, pinching it with her hand and then giving me a seductive smile. Of course, we went back to bed and made love again.

Because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted even longer, almost an hour. She was already limp on the bed, barely breathing.

"Are you okay?" I asked her softly.

"Mmm, okay, very comfortable, but a little too much."

"Ah! What a tiring yet passionate night!" I thought to myself, and then we fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

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