[Stalking and forcibly groping a beautiful woman's breasts]

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. I know it; it's 1 a.m., but I'm still wide awake. Just

a few hours ago, I did something I'd always wanted to do but never dared to. This is my true story, without a

single lie. The reason I want to tell you is because if I don't, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep.

Today I worked the afternoon shift at work, not leaving until 10 p.m., and strolled home at a leisurely pace. It's Saturday,

so it wasn't particularly busy. On my way home, I felt very energetic, almost excited, and

somehow my steps were a little light. On my way home, the moon was dim and the stars were sparse, but the air was filled with the scent of spring,

which felt strangely comfortable. Exiting the subway, I saw many girls wearing short skirts, having shed their heavy

coats for light spring clothes. A few impatient ones were even wearing early summer clothes. Some people say

you can predict Shanghai's weather by looking at what girls wear, and that's absolutely true. Today I saw several girls

already wearing long-sleeved shirts, with low necklines, revealing half of their proud breasts to enjoy the spring

air. Some were wearing fitted jackets over low-cut t-shirts, all looking quite comfortable.

I wonder if it's because I've been in the sex industry too much, but looking at this spring scenery, I suddenly had a urge to reach out and touch them.

I felt less like just looking and less like I was before. Although I have a girlfriend, as the saying goes, "the one outside is better than the one at home

, and the one you keep is better than the one you steal." I don't know why, but there were so many sexy girls today, and it gradually made

my heart flutter.

Walking home, looking at this spring scenery, my light steps became hurried. I wanted to rush up to those

girls and give them a good squeeze. I really wanted to. I checked the time; it seemed like I still had some time. I decided to try,

but I didn't know how. I vaguely followed a girl, like I was stalking her. I'd never walked alone with a girl at night before

, and the feeling was incredibly exciting. All the way, I kept thinking about how to carry out my

lecherous plan, trying to find a suitable spot to strike—somewhere less crowded, or with a dark alley or side

street where I could escape quickly. As I thought about it, my pace quickened involuntarily. The girl glanced back slightly

; I don't know if she saw me, but it startled me. I quickly stopped and stopped following her.

I wanted to go home, but I felt a little unwilling to leave. The sweet breeze made me slightly tipsy, and I felt that

something should happen tonight. Going home like this felt too unsatisfying. So, when I reached the next intersection, I turned

and walked in the opposite direction from home. This made sense; as the saying goes, "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow."

Although I was familiar with my neighborhood, being too close to home was dangerous

and , as if danger was right next to me. So, I chose an area some distance from home,

a quieter area, but still frequented by people walking home from the city center. I chose my target and headed there.

As I walked, I saw another girl. She was wearing low-waisted jeans—not so low that

the shorts were visible when she walked—but because her jacket was high-waisted and her t-shirt underneath was short, her slender waist

was subtly revealed, making her look incredibly alluring. Underneath her light green jacket, the light-colored t-shirt,

while not extremely low-cut, was very tight, outlining the curves of her

breasts them look quite tempting. I followed behind her, constantly adjusting to her pace,

and realized how tiring it was to keep up with someone. I'd walk faster, then stop, wait for her to walk a distance, and then catch up again.

Hehe, it reminded me of the stalking game I used to play, though I was quite nervous when I played that one too.

After following her for a while, I became even more nervous because I kept looking for a place and opportunity to strike. It was my first

time doing something like this, and I had no experience. I was actually quite scared. However

, it was much better than the last time I touched a woman's breasts while riding my bike. After that last time, I touched many women's breasts that summer,

which I will describe in detail in "My First Experience as a Pervert (Continued)". Following a girl on foot

isn't as easy as escaping on a bicycle. My tension finally manifested in my heavy footsteps. The

girl seemed to hear me and turned around. I immediately slowed down and continued following, only to realize I'd been tricked. We were

walking past a row of shops, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows gave her a good view of what was behind us.

My she noticeably quickened her pace, then suddenly stopped in front of the window.

I then walked to the side, while she continued walking. At the next shop, she turned and went inside. I looked down—it was a

lingerie store! I was stunned. I could only lower my head and keep walking, inwardly cursing myself for my failure. Following her to this extent was quite

an achievement. I walked with my head down, but I could faintly hear the sound of leather shoes clattering behind me. Seeing

a , hoping to wait for her to pass by. But after waiting for a long time, I didn't see her. I knew I

'd lost her.

As I emerged from the alley, I still felt unwilling to give up. I also reflected on my mistakes. With

the experience , my heart gradually calmed down, and my inner impulse was temporarily suppressed, allowing me to calmly

search for my target. To be honest, I wasn't panicked at all—that would be a lie—but it was much better than my previous rash and impulsive actions.

Suddenly , another girl appeared in front of me. She seemed to be an office worker who had just finished work, wearing a

gray and white fine-check suit, which looked very appropriate. She was wearing what appeared to be a skirt suit, but I wasn't particularly interested because it reached

below the knee. Such skirts are really rare; I've only ever seen office skirt suits that end 15cm above the knee.

What impressed me most was her top. The coat was nothing special, just a regular wide-necked, fitted style.

But the inner garment—I don't know what to call it, anyway—had a flat neckline but a slightly low neckline

, revealing a glimpse of cleavage. It wasn't too low, so no breasts were exposed, only

the , but it was still very alluring. Because this garment didn't seem to be part of a set,

but rather an accessory, it hugged the woman's breasts perfectly. This woman's breasts weren't very large,

more of a medium size, almost spherical, but that's exactly what I liked. I followed her without hesitation…

I

carefully followed her through street corner after street. After about three intersections, she turned into a

quieter area, which excited me greatly. I knew my target had finally appeared; my

chance to feel her soft breasts with my hands had finally arrived. There were hardly any people on the road ahead, and time was running out.

It was 11 o'clock, and there weren't many shops around, which reassured me. It seemed to be a residential area, with a few small

alleyways along the roadside, and fewer streetlights than in the previous sections. I steadied my pace, gradually increasing my speed

while controlling my breathing to avoid ruining everything. As I followed, I calculated the distance I would need to suddenly close the distance,

imagining how my hands should reach down to touch her. I was behind her, deciding to start from behind,

groping down . If things went smoothly, I could touch her soft, warm breasts that excited me. After walking a short

distance, I suddenly felt the time was right. I looked around; there was no one around, or if there were, they were quite far away. At least

there wasn't anyone behind me, which was crucial. I quickened my pace a few steps. She didn't seem to notice me yet. I suddenly rushed up behind

her, reaching over her shoulders and groping down her neck. The moment my hands touched the skin below her neck,

they felt incredibly smooth. She let out a soft moan, but I ignored it and quickly moved my hands down, aiming for her breasts.

Just as I reached the upper third of her breasts, I felt her hands protect her chest. I don't know where I got the courage,

but I relentlessly pushed my way down, finally touching most of her breast.

To be honest, I don't know if I touched her nipples, because I was too excited. The only feeling I remember is the warmth and

smoothness of her breasts; her skin was wonderful, and her breasts were so soft, comfortable, and elastic. This was incomparable

to the feeling That was through her clothes; although I could sometimes grab the entire breast, I

didn't experience that delicate, subtle sensation.

I felt her arms pulling inward to protect her chest, and she bent over to shield herself.

Unlike grabbing her breast while riding a bike, I didn't linger for more than a second or two before running away. My hand remained on her soft, smooth breast.

I wanted to grasp it entirely, but she was almost squatting down; if my hand went down, I'd be straddling her,

which was too dangerous. I continued to enjoy holding most of her breast, desperately savoring the

pleasure and stimulation of this lewd act, and the incomparable warmth and smoothness. Every time I pinched it, she cried out, "Ahhh!"

This lasted for about ten seconds. I felt I had to leave, so I reluctantly pulled my hand away from her

breast and ran in the opposite direction. Behind me, I heard her yell, "Are you trying to die?" Compared to her earlier cries of pain when I grabbed

her breast , she seemed to have recovered considerably. I thought I had managed to escape in time.

I sped along, turning at several intersections, and only when I was sure she wasn't following me did I head home

. My heart was still racing the whole way, so I turned on my computer and wrote this.

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