The woman I run with in the neighborhood

(I)

A while ago, we were renovating our house, and the construction would take a month. So my wife and I had to rent a place in a neighborhood about 3 kilometers away from our home. I'm already in my early 30s, but I don't forget that health is the foundation of everything, so I insist on running every day. However, I'm a bit lazy, so I usually run in the evening. After moving to the temporary neighborhood, I continued to exercise.

The neighborhood is nice, with a small garden at the back, which is where I run.

Every evening when I run, I see a woman running too. She wears small glasses, is less than 1.7 meters tall, wears a t-shirt and athletic shorts, and

has a pretty good figure. After running for three to five days, I noticed that she almost always ran at the same time as me. She ran in the opposite direction from me; I ran clockwise around the garden, and she ran counterclockwise. We would meet twice every lap. One day, I deliberately smiled at her, and she actually smiled back at me. (I wouldn't dare do that in my own neighborhood.) The next day, I deliberately ran in the same direction as her, slowly following behind her at the same pace, thinking about how to strike up a conversation. Just then, she stumbled and stopped, then slowly squatted down; she must have twisted her ankle. What a stroke of luck! I quickly ran over and stopped in front of her, asking if she was alright. She said she was fine, but after she stood up, she seemed to be limping a little. I helped her slowly to a large step to the side so she could sit down. Hmm, her skin is nice, haha.

"Go to the hospital to get it checked out..."

"It should be nothing serious..." she said.

I squatted down to examine her ankle. Thankfully, it wasn't swollen, so it shouldn't be anything serious. But she definitely couldn't run today, so I pretended to rest and chatted with her.

Through our conversation, I learned that her name was Xiaoli, she was 27 years old, lived in the suburbs, and therefore rented an apartment in this complex. She was graduating in July and currently worked as a clerk at a company. She shared a semi-basement apartment in the complex with two roommates. Her boyfriend had gone to study in Australia and only came back once a year. We chatted for a while, and she felt much better. My time was almost up, so before we parted, we exchanged QQ numbers (I'm a married man, so I didn't dare exchange phone numbers with her, haha).

In the following days, we tacitly went running together, and we got to know each other much better. From some signs, it seemed she even had some feelings for me; I could sense it from the tone of her voice. I usually get off work early, so I can chat with her on QQ after I get home. Since we're quite familiar, we talk about everything. Sometimes I'll use some slightly suggestive language to tease her, and she'll say things like "I hate you" or "you're a bad person," but she's definitely not really angry. One day I worked overtime until after 10 pm. Since it was already late, I wasn't in a hurry to go home. I logged onto QQ and saw she had just gotten home from her run, so I started teasing her. At first, I just sent emojis like "kiss" and "hug," but then I started flirting with her verbally. I don't know if she was shy or unsure how to say it, but she just responded with "hmm" and "ah." Eventually, I got excited, but she didn't say much. I noticed it was getting late, so I decided to go home.

The next evening, I went for a run but didn't see her, and she hadn't been online on QQ for the past two days.

She finally came online on the fourth day, but seemed awkward and didn't say much to me. I took the initiative to "admit my mistake," and she laughed and called me a "bad guy!" Time was ticking away; there was only one week left before our house renovations were finished, and after another week of letting the smell dissipate, we could move back. But Xiaoli and I were still just "friends."

However, perseverance pays off. On the day the renovations were completed, my wife told me she was going on a business trip to the south for over a week. That meant my chance had come! Haha!

That evening, I was jogging. The sky was clear, and I could even see stars I usually couldn't see. The moon was also very round. A wicked thought crossed my mind, so I stopped, took her little hand, and looked at the moon with her.

I said to her, "I have a telescope at home. Let's go to the rooftop to look at it!" (I live on the top floor, so going to the rooftop is very convenient). Xiaoli hesitated for a moment but then agreed.

I took her to the rooftop first, then told her to wait for me while I went home to get the telescope. Then I went back to the rooftop.

"There are so many stars today! Give me the telescope!" Xiaoli seemed very eager and excited, snatching my telescope and looking at the moon and stars.

I quietly hugged her waist from the side. She trembled slightly and said in a coquettish voice, "You're so annoying~" Little slut, still being stubborn at a time like this. It seems my chance has come... After hugging her for a while, I started to slowly rub my face against the top of her head, and gently scratched her face and ears with my stubble. I could clearly feel her leaning back. Hmph, little slut, still pretending to look at the stars? Let's see how long you can keep it up! I reached out and took his hand off the binoculars. I could see her eyes were closed, as if she were expecting something. Without hesitation, I kissed her lips, feeling her breathing quicken. Of course, my hands, which were around her waist, weren't idle either. They slowly roamed over her lower abdomen through her t-shirt, gradually moving to her chest. By this time, she could no longer stand. I took it a step further, holding her with one hand and slipping the other under her t-shirt, feeling every inch of her smooth skin. Although one of her hands tried to resist, it was weak and powerless; she was only standing because I was holding her. My hand slowly moved down to her smooth thigh, then slowly moved up, gently pressing against her crotch through her athletic shorts. Her legs clamped shut; maybe that made her feel better! You little slut, you seem quite enjoying it. I pulled my hand away, and she remained weakly against me, panting heavily. I quickly slipped my hand inside her shorts—oh my god! Her panties were completely soaked!

"You're so mean... I can't take it anymore... I'm tired... Let's go back..." she mumbled incoherently.

With my help, she barely managed to get down to the top floor with me. I opened my door, scooped her up, rushed inside, and placed her on the bed. She only offered weak, symbolic resistance. I quickly stripped off her clothes. Her breasts weren't large, but her nipples were a pale pink, and she didn't have much pubic hair. I pounced on her like a wild animal, kissing every part of her. Her face was flushed, her eyes were closed, and she kept moaning. Her vagina was already overflowing, and my penis was already rock hard. I eagerly aimed my penis at her vagina, but something seemed to be blocking me. I couldn't care less; with a thrust, my penis broke through the barrier and went in. She screamed, "Ah!" and went limp. Her vagina was tight and slippery. As I thrust in and out, I noticed blood on my penis! Ignoring that, I ejaculated after only five minutes (I was using a condom).

Xiaoli cried. I lay beside her, gently holding her and comforting her. She nestled in my arms, and we fell asleep. That night, we had sex six times. The next morning, I was exhausted. For the next few days, I brought her to my house every night to play with me until I moved back to my own home and gradually gave up contact with her… It was an unforgettable memory. She was a reserved, secretly passionate woman; though she didn't say it, she was fiery inside. I still have her contact information, but I don't plan to contact her again. Now I lie to her and say I'm away on a long business trip, so sometimes we only make love on QQ. Later, I gradually stopped using QQ altogether, afraid something might happen, haha. Can any of you gentlemen help me check how she's doing lately? Send me a private message on the site, and I'll give you her QQ number, haha, but don't mention me, haha! Don't forget to tell me how she is when she gets back.

(II)

Saturday, my wife went to her parents' house and won't be back that night. I was bored at home alone, playing games on my phone. Suddenly, a phone number flashed on my screen, but the phone didn't ring. I looked closely and realized it was Xiaoli calling (she knew my number before we broke up, but I had blocked her number, so it wouldn't ring or vibrate). I hesitated for a moment but still answered.

Xiaoli's voice came through the phone, mumbling and incoherent. She said she was at a classmate reunion at a karaoke bar, had drunk too much, and wanted me to pick her up. She said everyone except two classmates who were waiting for me had already left.

To be honest, I didn't want to go, but out of consideration for our past friendship, I was worried something might happen to her—there had been reports of alcohol poisoning deaths recently… The place she mentioned shouldn't be too far from here, so I took a taxi and left.

When I got to the KTV, I found the private room. Pushing open the door, I was stunned: there were two men inside, probably in their early twenties, a chubby guy and a bespectacled man. They were sitting side-by-side, and Xiaoli was slumped over their laps, like a lump of mud. The chubby guy was holding her head, passionately kissing her mouth and face. Xiaoli's eyes were tightly closed, but she seemed quite intoxicated. The bespectacled guy was lifting Xiaoli's t-shirt and kissing her lower abdomen, groping her all over. One hand was already between her legs, inside her skirt. I'd only ever seen this scene in porn; it was too tempting. All I could do was stay calm, calm, and calm again.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled, rushing forward and slapping the bespectacled guy hard across the face, then preparing to hit the chubby guy.

The chubby boy stopped and covered his head with his arms. The bespectacled boy stammered, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Who...are you?" I slapped him hard across the face again. "I'm his brother!" The two brats seemed stunned by the sudden attack; neither dared to do anything, just watching as I helped Xiaoli away. I straightened Xiaoli's clothes, helped her to a place in the lobby to sit down, and borrowed a damp towel from the cashier to wipe her face. Xiaoli slowly opened her eyes, smiled slightly, and then closed them again. Just then, the two boys from before staggered out from the side, ready to run away. The chubby boy came over and explained that they were her classmates, drunk, and apologized. I felt a surge of anger, but I restrained myself, turned around, and yelled at them, "Get the hell out of here! Don't let me see you two bastards again!" Then they staggered away.

I wiped Xiaoli down for a while longer, and she seemed to wake up. I helped her out and hailed a taxi to take her to her place—none of those kids had come back! I got the key for Xiaoli, opened the door, and carried her to the bed. I wiped the sweat from her face with water, made her a pot of tea, and sat on the small sofa in front of the bed watching her. I was going to leave once she was alright, but unexpectedly, I fell asleep there.

When I woke up, I found Xiaoli wearing pajamas, straddling my lap, her head wrapped around my arms. Her hair was wet, as if she had just showered, and she still smelled faintly of fragrance. My face was pressed against her chest; this kind of stimulation was unbearable for a normal man.

I gently lifted my head and kissed her fragrant lips, from her lips to her ear, breathing into her ear. My hands slipped under the hem of her pajamas and cupped her small breasts. Xiaoli's small mouth was also breathing heavily. She wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning back.

And so, Xiaoli straddled my lap, and I took the opportunity to stand up, holding her waist, and passionately kissed her little mouth.

Unable to resist any longer, I placed her on the large dining table in the living room, unbuttoning her pajamas one button at a time, sucking on her pink nipples. I slowly kissed my way down her chest, and when I reached her lower abdomen, her whole body trembled. My hands, through her pajama bottoms, slowly explored upwards from her thighs, reaching the groin. I felt a dampness, and looking down, I saw that the crotch of her pajama bottoms was completely soaked. Because of the white pajamas, I could vaguely see her sparse pubic hair through the wet fabric.

I continued to caress her private parts through her pajama bottoms, feeling the warmth. Xiaoli moaned softly. I slowly pulled down her pajama bottoms; due to the wetness, a sticky string stretched between the middle of the bottoms and her private parts as I removed them.

She lay there on the table, and I couldn't resist any longer. Standing there, my penis thrust directly into her clitoris. Xiaoli cried out, "Ah!" Perhaps I had thrust too hard, reaching all the way in. Xiaoli cooperated with my thrusts. Because we weren't wearing a condom, it felt incredibly pleasurable. After a few minutes, with Xiaoli's cry, a stream of hot liquid flowed from her vagina. Then, with a spasm in my penis, I ejaculated.

I lay on top of Xiaoli. She opened her eyes and slowly whispered, "Thank you for picking me up today. I know you're married now. I won't bother you anymore. Tonight is our last night..." A few tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Okay, I'll buy you medicine tomorrow morning," I said, unsure what to say. "

You're so annoying, you stud! My period just ended yesterday..."

That night, Xiaoli's roommate didn't return. This was the first time we had passionate sex at her place, and it might be the last. Who knows? We indulged ourselves wildly, leaving our mark on the table, bed, sofa, and kitchen.

[The End]

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