The Scent of Stealing Fragrance

Under a dark and windy sky with few stars, such a night easily tempts people to commit illicit acts. Last night

, I became one of those criminals.

It all started yesterday at noon with my loose tongue. The polite and dignified

waitress I usually chatted with quite well, casually mentioned that she would soon be leaving her job,

a hint of melancholy in her eyes. I joked, "Oh, going to the big city, huh? Don't forget your fellow townsmen. Let me know when we're having a farewell

dinner." "Of course," she replied, "she gave me her number, I'll call her then." She

took out . Casually, I gave her my phone number.

As night fell, bored, I suddenly received her call, saying her friends were hosting a farewell dinner for her and invited me

to attend. It wasn't easy to refuse, since I had nothing else to do.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I found that everyone at the table, except for her, was a complete stranger. Standing

close was her boyfriend, a burly man with fairly regular features, but his manners and speech were quite vulgar. I secretly felt

sorry for her. Perhaps my arrival aroused his suspicion, displeasure, or even jealousy; he

acted unusually affectionate towards his girlfriend and frequently glanced at me, making her quite embarrassed. I could only smile and

occasionally offer compliments to them to demonstrate my innocence. This tactic worked, and her boyfriend gradually lost

his hostility.

Since I had already mentioned having dinner and declined to comment on my inability to hold my liquor, and since we didn't see eye to eye, they

left me standing there. After several rounds of drinks, when the party was over, she said she wasn't feeling well and needed to go home early.

Although slurring his words, he still generously declared that he couldn't abandon his brother after staying all night and told her to go home alone.

I could see her face immediately darken. I didn't want to stay any longer and quickly excused myself, offering to walk her home.

Perhaps in a bad mood, she insisted on walking. At first, she remained silent, but then a gust of river wind blew, and the alcohol

instantly stung her cheeks. She poured out her grievances to me the whole way, and I had to support her as she staggered. I had no choice but to escort her all the way

home .

As soon as we entered, she cried out and rushed to the bathroom. Since the bathroom door was locked from the inside, and I

was worried about her safety, I sat in the room and waited for her to come out before saying goodbye.

It was a one-bedroom apartment. Apart from clothes hanging to dry, there wasn't even a stool in the living room, but

the bedroom was very neat and cozy. A large half-length portrait of her hung on the wall; it was beautiful. Besides the bed and

wardrobe, there was a bookshelf with a table. I sat down next to it and casually flipped through the books.

"Hey, I thought she was gone." About half an hour later, I heard her voice. I turned around and saw that

she had changed into her pajamas, her damp black hair draped over her shoulders, exuding a faint fragrance after her bath. The drunkenness had subsided,

but a pitiful look remained.

Perhaps it was my gaze, but a blush crept onto her pale face, and she became flustered.

"She's prettier than in the photos," I said jokingly, glancing at the pictures on the wall.

"Those were taken last summer, and they're not very good." Her face flushed even more, and she quietly walked to

the bedside near me and sat down, murmuring softly, "I'm so sorry about today."

Only then did I realize how penetrating the soft light was, illuminating her

curvaceous figure beneath her pajamas. Not wanting to look, I immediately turned my gaze to the desk, changing the subject: "Does she have any more photo albums?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I cursed myself inwardly: Damn it, why didn't I say goodbye?

She bent over, rummaging through the bookshelf, and my eyes involuntarily swept over her,

immediately settling on her low-cut blouse. "Wow…" She wasn't wearing anything underneath; her fair, full breasts swayed from side

to side with her movements, two small, slightly red nipples standing erect, practically bursting out.

I swallowed hard, a restless fire rising in my dry throat. "Tonight I'm going to steal her

to bed," the thought swept away all my reason like a tornado, arriving so swiftly and unexpectedly.

"Where was this taken?" I asked, pointing to the photo. Actually, my heart was pounding; I couldn't even see

the person in the photo clearly, I just wanted her closer.

"It's a friend of mine, taken in the park." Perhaps it was too dim, she had to bend half her body

behind me to see clearly. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I felt the warmth of her breasts on my shoulder, and my crotch

was already throbbing with veins.

"Oh..." I exhaled, straightened my back, and immediately buried my head in her two firm breasts.

I could feel her heartbeat was no less than mine.

The abruptness caused a brief silence between us, and she retreated to the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry," I offered a fake apology. She gave

a shy smile, then abruptly propped herself up on the bed, the soft silk fabric cascading down her thighs. I saw

her inner thighs; she was wearing white, openwork panties with a small, unidentifiable flower embroidered in the center.

The inverted triangle of black hair around the edges must have been her pubic hair, with a few stubbornly sticking out.

Was this her usual gesture? Perhaps she was hinting at something? My mind raced, sifting through various thoughts, my eyes

nearly popping out of their sockets.

I picked up the photo album and sat down beside her, moving closer as I asked her questions. With each

touch , I noticed she no longer resisted, so my hand naturally rested on her waist, and I whispered in her ear, my breath sweet

as orchids. She didn't speak, only nodding and shaking her head.

Her waist was indeed incredibly slender, and I could clearly feel her nervousness. Her face was exceptionally

alluring ; perhaps in this atmosphere, I had already aroused her desire.

I put down the photo album and slowly kissed her earlobe, down to her lips… showering her with tender and loving

words . Half-heartedly, she closed her eyes, her tongue intertwining with mine.

I leaned against her back, gently stroking her spine, then wrapped my arms around her waist; she

didn't resist. Then I caressed her abdomen, slowly moving upwards to her chest.

I slowly moved my hands up to her breasts; she didn't resist, only began to

breathe . So, through the lace, I began to knead them, pressing my lips to her back, kissing

her skin.

"Mmm…" she finally responded.

I gently unbuttoned her nightgown with my other hand, letting my right hand slide inside.

I firmly grasped her breasts, kneading them back and forth, occasionally pinching her nipples, feeling…

Her breasts were soft and smooth, and her nipples were a deep red, hardening from their softness.

My hands rubbed and kneaded her breasts incessantly, sometimes squeezing the two bright red nipples hard, sometimes

gently the soft flesh on either side.

The sensation of those two sensitive peaks was indescribably comfortable, waves of pleasure

surged through me, her body slowly went limp, lying on the bed in a spread-eagle position, letting me caress her at will, making soft moaning

sounds .

"Mmm...mmm..." Her reaction grew stronger and stronger.

My lips, which had been kissing her back, slowly moved upwards, kissing her shoulders, then up her neck,

her earlobes, and finally her sensitive nipples, causing her body to tremble slightly.

My right hand slowly released her breasts, moving down to her lower abdomen. After caressing her lower abdomen for a while, I explored

inch by inch downwards, touching the edge of her panties. By this time, my lips were already behind her ear,

and my right hand slipped under the edge of her panties, covering her vulva and carefully stroking each pubic

hair protruding from her pants.

Then I started kissing her armpits, licking them until they tickled her, and then I took her breast into my mouth and began to suckle,

while my other hand, which had been holding her labia, began to wriggle along her inner thighs.

I released my mouth from her breast and kissed upwards, from her neck... all the way to her face, her

eyelids, and her eyelashes.

"No...don't...um...ah...don't..." Her voice grew softer and softer, but I

kissed her lips.

She resisted with her lips tightly closed, but I kept trying to pry them open with my tongue. As my fingers rubbed against her,

her vaginal fluids began to flow freely, and her lips relaxed. I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth.

"Um...um...um...sizzle...sizzle...um..."

She gave up resisting, letting my tongue swirl in her mouth, even involuntarily sucking on my

tongue. I kissed her passionately, one hand kneading her breasts, the other fiddling with her vulva through her panties.

I kissed her until she started to writhe, her legs twisting and turning, her hands clamped tightly together, as if trying to stop me from

going deeper, yet also urging me to enter. Her juices flowed continuously, wetting her pubic hair and panties.

I grabbed the thin elastic band of her panties with both hands, about to pull them down.

She seemed to want to stop me, grabbing my hands, or perhaps helping me. Finally, I pulled her panties down to

her thighs, her entire vulva fully exposed before me, glistening with juices and emitting a captivating fragrance

.

I lay down on my side, taking her small hand to grasp my penis. She let out a soft moan, seemingly surprised

by how large my penis had become, but didn't let go, simply obediently holding it.

By this time, I had completely pulled down her panties. I turned over and pressed my lips to her vulva, parting

her labia and beginning to lick it with my tongue.

"Ah...ah...um...ah..." Itchy...itchy, she couldn't help but moan in pleasure and

began to stroke my penis.

But I was turned around, and the position was a little unnatural, so I simply straddled her breasts, licked her

vulva, and brought my penis close to her mouth, teaching her to take it in her mouth. She couldn't withstand my teasing like this, and

under the intense stimulation of my sucking, she finally let go and took my penis into her mouth, beginning to suck and

swallow.

We started oral sex, I bit her crotch, licked her labia and clitoris, and gently

tugged at her pubic hair. With my skillful tongue, I parted her labia and explored inside, making her feel

as if a million ants were crawling inside her vagina. I then stirred my tongue in her vagina, and after each stirring, I licked her clitoris

hard which was swollen with excitement.

And she, with her tongue pressing against my glans, licking that little opening, or using her teeth

to tease my testicles, cleverly learned how to arouse me. My little brother, because of her

teasing , became erect.

So, I had her lie on her back, pulled my little brother out of her mouth, sticky with her saliva, and she could

see the complex curves of my little brother, the veins showing, throbbing like a pulse. She

would feel the lustful nectar filling the core of her uterus reaching her vaginal opening.

I rubbed my erect glans against her lips, making her neck feel itchy; I

rubbed it , making her feel unbearably itchy; I placed it on her nipples, circling them left and right, pressing down on her breasts, did she want it?

Then I thrust my erect penis into her pubic hair, the head sliding down, skillfully playing with it,

the exposed vagina making sticky sounds while constantly pressing against her pubic bone.

I observed her various expressions, massaging her breasts with both hands, my penis carefully teasing the area around her soft

labia , and squeezing her clitoris with the glans, continuing relentlessly.

Now, she was flushed with excitement, reaching the final limit of her endurance. She only wanted me

to penetrate her to fill the emptiness in her body; her body was about to cramp, and her buttocks were constantly swaying back and forth.

As she writhed, I, half-kneeling, saw a trace of red liquid slowly flowing from her vagina,

which startled me. I asked her, and she said that her period was coming in the next few days, and she was really sorry, etc. Instantly, I became mostly

sober . ...

Lying on my back beside her, listening to her fragrant breathing, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Half of my heart was

satisfied my own charm; the other half was full of regret. Why was my self-control so weak? Besides, I didn't

get to eat the lamb, and who knew how much trouble this slut would bring.

No, I have to leave immediately. I got up, left a note on her bedside table, and left a hundred yuan as a deposit,

explaining that I wouldn't have time to buy her a gift before leaving, and that the money was for her to buy some food on her way.

Looking at her, I silently wished

her well, and then tiptoed out the door. A sense of relief washed over me; I couldn't help but feel like a thief who hadn't stolen anything, and thankfully hadn't been caught. How ridiculous.

This morning, she called, but I resisted the urge to answer. I thought to myself, this kind of philandering shouldn't be done too often…

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