The rag is dry.

Meeting Yue'er felt both accidental and destined.

After several years of hard work, I had saved some money and decided to move from the urban village to a residential complex. I rented a one-bedroom apartment in a proper complex near my company. Since I didn't have much stuff, I borrowed an electric scooter from a colleague, but unexpectedly, it started raining heavily. I rode downstairs soaked to the bone. What should have been a happy occasion was ruined by the rain. Luckily, I lived on the first floor, in a building with three apartments per floor. The east and west apartments were two-bedroom units, and I was in the middle, a proper one-bedroom facing south. I grabbed two suitcases and carried them into the apartment. After tidying up my luggage and resting for a while, I suddenly remembered I hadn't brought my computer in the hallway. I opened the door and went out. Just as I bent down to get the computer, I heard a voice say, "Why is it raining all of a sudden? How annoying!" Someone bumped into my head. Already annoyed by being soaked, I was about to lash out.

Before I could even finish saying, "Don't you have eyes?", I looked up and saw her. She wasn't tall, about 1.55 meters. A little chubby, not exactly beautiful, but definitely not ugly. Her skin was incredibly white, and her breasts were shockingly large, almost bursting out.

I said, "Why doesn't it hurt? I bumped into her breasts."

"Sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be here. The rain was so heavy, I was running too fast," she quickly apologized.

I wanted to say it was okay, but seeing her panting and her deep cleavage, my lust got the better of me, and I wanted to tease her: "You're going too far! I only have one head, and you used two…heads to bump into me…" I deliberately drew out the word "head," staring intently at her large breasts.

Her face flushed instantly, but knowing she was in the wrong for bumping into me first, she couldn't retaliate and remained silent. As soon as my lust subsided, I realized my mistake. Making a dirty joke after just meeting was indeed abrupt. I was speechless for a moment, the atmosphere extremely awkward. "

Did you just move in?" she asked first.

"Yes, I live on the first floor, middle unit," I said, pointing to the door.

"Oh, we're neighbors!" "I live on the first floor, east unit."

"Oh, I just moved in. Please take good care of this newbie." I smiled and said.

"Sure, sure. My clothes are wet and uncomfortable. I'll go back now." I went inside. I took my computer inside too. After setting it up and plugging in the internet, I started playing CrossFire. I didn't see her much for several days afterward, even though our apartments were next to each other, our work hours seemed to be different.

But fate is strange like that, like a pre-written script, leading you step by step until you have to appear. One day, I got home from work, cooked some food, took a shower, and started playing CrossFire. Just as I was wiping out the team and getting to the crucial moment, someone knocked on the door. I opened the door and was surprised to see her.

"What's up, beautiful? Missed me?" I blurted out. She probably didn't expect me to say that as my first words, and her face turned red again. I was also surprised after I said it. When did I become so frivolous? "

Do you know how to use a computer?" she finally explained her purpose. "

How did you know?" Although I guessed that the landlord told her. Because the landlord of the apartment I lived in and the apartment to her east were the same landlord.

My computer system crashed. I wanted to ask the landlord to fix it, but he didn't know how. He said, "You're in IT, you must know how." "You're really in IT?" She seemed incredulous.

Seeing her skeptical look, I felt the urge to tease her again.

"I'm not just good at IT, I can also..." I deliberately emphasized the word "can," and then deliberately leered at her breasts. "

You're annoying," she said, feigning anger. "

Let's go," I said, returning to my computer desk, picking up the system USB drive, and going with her to her place. That's how jokes should be—you have to know when to stop, otherwise it won't have the desired effect and will only make her feel uncomfortable.

It was my first time at her place. It was the master bedroom in a two-bedroom apartment. Installing the system was quick; the Ghost image was done in ten minutes, and with some system optimization, it only took half an hour. She stood to the side, amazed by my skillful operation and fast typing speed. "You really are in IT?" she asked with a smile. "

I'm actually not very good with computers, but there's one thing I'm really good at, you'll find out later." I laughed at myself after saying that. I don't know if she didn't understand or was just pretending to be innocent, but she didn't respond to me.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to a meal later as a thank you," she said politely.

"No need, we're neighbors, it was nothing." "If you have any computer problems in the future, just ask me," I said generously. However… looking at her deep cleavage, a plan formed in my mind. I deliberately knocked over the mousepad. Sure enough, she didn't realize it was a trick and squatted down to pick it up. I sat in the computer chair, looking down at her, her breasts clearly visible through her neckline. They were indeed large; I guessed it was a D cup, or at least an E cup.

She picked up the mousepad and saw my staring gaze. She instantly understood I was doing it on purpose. Just as she was about to lash out, I stood up and ran away. As I closed the door, I left behind six words: "So big, so white, so beautiful."

While helping her download software, I casually added her as a QQ friend. I didn't intend to play games; I just greeted her directly. I didn't want her to think I was scheming. After that, we started chatting. That's when I found out she was married, just like me. Her nickname was Yue'er. The difference was, my wife stayed in our hometown taking care of the kids, while her husband worked here with her, one on the night shift and the other on the day shift, so I almost never saw them together.

After that, we chatted on QQ during work hours, and after work, when her husband went to his night shift, she would chat with me for a bit. One time, she suddenly asked me: "Your wife isn't here, do you often go to prostitutes?" Wow, I knew my chance had come! I was actually thinking about how to steer the conversation towards sex. I didn't expect her to walk right into my trap. "

Of course not! Those women are dirtier than shit, I wouldn't go to them." "You're the same, your husband is here, but one works the night shift and the other the day shift.

You men, you get so impatient after two days. Don't you see he always waits until I get off work before going to work?

Ah, he always takes advantage of that time to have you? Just those three or five minutes, no wonder you're sexually frustrated," I teased.

"Who says I'm sexually frustrated? I'm fine. You, on the other hand, must be dying of frustration, haha." "

Then save me, I'm really about to burst. There won't be anyone to chat with you or fix your computer anymore," I said tentatively.

She typed a few dots and then went offline. I didn't understand at the time, thinking she was angry and ignoring me. I regretted it for a long time. I blamed myself for being too hasty; haste makes waste.

Later, when things got really heated, I specifically asked her about it, and it turned out her husband had just suddenly come back. Many things are like this; when faced with a situation, you need to ask more questions and think more, and never make decisions based on subjective assumptions, otherwise, you'll regret it when you miss your chance.

For the next few days, she didn't go online or leave a single message. She even almost never appeared at work in the mornings. I thought it was over between us. Gradually, I forgot about it. Every day, I went to work, came home, cooked, played games, and slept as usual. A week later, just as I finished playing a game and was about to shut down my computer and go to sleep, my QQ suddenly buzzed. I only use QQ for playing CrossFire; I rarely chat, except with her. I opened it, and sure enough, it was her. "

Are you there? I have a cold, runny nose and sore throat." Seeing the message, I quickly asked, "Are you home? Did you buy medicine?" "Yes

, I'm home. It's so late, never mind. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I could tell from her weak words that she was in a lot of pain. "

No way, I can't delay even for a moment when I'm not feeling well. Wait for me." I immediately shut down my computer and went out. There was a pharmacy on the street outside the neighborhood; hopefully, it wasn't closed. Luckily, they were just about to close, and I caught them. I bought a box of compound acetaminophen capsules, a box of amoxicillin, and some anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicine. Amoxicillin is a prescription drug; I had to beg for ages before they sold it, but I knew that medicine was incredibly effective for sore throats.

I quickly delivered the medicine to her house, texting her beforehand to open the door. She looked terrible. Seeing her distressed state, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Could I really believe I'd fallen for her? Or was it just attraction to her breasts and body?

When I got to her room, I poured her some water and took out the medicine. She looked at me incredulously: "You really bought medicine? We've only just met, why are you so concerned?"

Heh, well, not exactly just met, right? We've been chatting on QQ for so long, we're practically friends. Besides, we're neighbors, so close, you know, proximity breeds affection.

" She burst out laughing. "Affection?" Do you have a mother complex?

Of course not, I explained seriously: "Maybe I was constantly nipped in the bud as a child, and now seeing a real one brings back memories."

Haha, you're such a good actor. You make it sound so real. She laughed heartily. Laughter always seems to lift your spirits.

Okay, take your medicine first. I can cheer you up, but cheering won't cure a cold. I handed her the medicine I'd dug out. Watching her take it, I turned to leave, trying to maintain my gentlemanly demeanor.

Wait… though her voice was soft, I still heard her call me.

What's wrong? The medicine didn't work, so you need a "shot"? I turned back, smiling, and made a forward thrusting motion with my stomach. You're so annoying! Didn't you say proximity was key… what did you say? I didn't hear her clearly, so I pretended not to hear and put my ear close to her mouth. Then I suddenly kissed her. Her tongue almost clung to mine the moment we started to intertwine, and I nearly spat it out. But she had my neck wrapped around hers, so I had to grit my teeth and keep it wrapped around her. Suddenly she let go and burst out laughing.

How was it? Did the medicine taste good? She was so naughty; when she was taking her medicine, she deliberately left one pill unswallowed, chewed it up, put it in her mouth, and then kissed me. I wasn't prepared, and the bitterness made me want to vomit. She drank a few sips of water to swallow the pill.

"Hey, we shared the bitterness, but what about the sweetness?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

A brief pause, then we kissed passionately. She still had a mouthful of water in her mouth, which perfectly neutralized the bitterness in mine. It was like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, like newlyweds after a short separation; we seemed to want to devour each other. We frantically consumed each other's saliva, our tongues entwined fiercely, inseparable. I don't know how long we kissed, but I felt my lips were bleeding, a faint metallic taste of blood.

I kissed my way down her cheeks and neck, then pushed off her pajamas. Finally, I saw the truth about the breasts I had longed for day and night. Although I already knew her breasts were large, seeing them unadorned still shocked me. They were probably an E cup; one hand couldn't even grasp half of them. Normally, something that big, lying on the bed, should have spread out. But those breasts seemed to be undergoing military training, standing straight up, round and full. Newton must be turning in his grave: What the hell, what happened to universal gravitation?

Her nipples weren't big or small, not as pink as a virgin's, but definitely not dark either. Adorning her large breasts, they were truly the finishing touch.

I greedily began to suckle her breasts; such beautiful breasts deserved to be enjoyed. I used every trick in the book: sucking, licking, sweeping, picking, pressing, circling, biting—using every technique imaginable. Her breasts were already very sensitive, and under my ultimate assault, she nearly fainted. If I hadn't been worried about the people in the second bedroom hearing, she probably would have screamed like a pig being slaughtered. I played with her breasts for a full half hour.

Then I licked down her stomach, heading west. When I reached her navel, her entire abdomen trembled violently. I hadn't expected her to be so sensitive there, and combined with the aftereffects of her breasts, she had a complete orgasm. Before my hand even touched her panties, her buttocks arched up to make it easier for me to pull them off. Goodness, I could barely lift her panties. She was soaking wet, as if she'd just been pulled from a basin of water, her weight increasing several times over. I reached out and, wow, her entire upper thigh, buttocks, and the blanket beneath her were soaked. Her genitals were a muddy swamp.

I examined her vulva closely; it was one of the top ten most beautiful vulvas. Her labia were small, not too dark. Her vulva was tightly closed, like a sliver of sky. Only her vaginal fluid kept gushing out. Neither her vagina nor the fluid had any smell. Many women have been with many men before marriage (a vagina with more than three men will leave a permanent, incurable stench), and their vaginal fluid is incredibly foul-smelling. The smell of her vagina is nauseating, and you can't wash it off.

She'd been married for over a year, yet her body was still so well-maintained, her genitals almost perfect. Either her husband was impotent, or she was a virgin before marriage, and only her husband had been with her, and not many times. Later, I asked her, and she confirmed my deduction.

I have a principle: I only lick two kinds of vulvas: 1. A top-quality vulva, and without any odor. 2. Virgin. She met the first criterion. I originally wanted to lick her vigorously, but there was just too much fluid, like a vast ocean, and I couldn't find a place to start. I've heard that many guys like to eat vaginal fluid; I really admire them. I haven't reached that level of self-forgetfulness yet. I stripped off all my clothes in three seconds and thrust in directly. She finally couldn't hold back and cried out. I was also afraid that the people in the second bedroom would hear, since everyone knows her husband works the night shift, and I heard groaning at night. What did that mean? So I just kissed her mouth. I thrust in and out vigorously and rapidly. Every time I thrust in and out, I could feel a large amount of fluid spraying out. After forty or fifty thrusts, her abdomen contracted violently again, and she had another orgasm.

To make sure I could fuck her to a pulp in one go, I kept thinking about war scenes in my mind, bloody and violent battlefields, to distract myself from the pleasure. Otherwise, with a cunt like this, I'm afraid I wouldn't last a minute before ejaculating. That would be incredibly embarrassing.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, I no longer cared about the possibility of her moans being heard. I moved my mouth directly to her breasts, pressed her legs against her chest, and shoved both nipples into my mouth. This action requires at least a D-cup or larger. Under my two-pronged attack, her vagina completely broke free. She mumbled incoherently, and I couldn't understand what she was saying. Her vagina was overflowing like a Yellow River; the flow was so great that I couldn't tell if it was vaginal fluid or urine.

After another hundred or two thrusts, a tingling sensation shot from her buttocks to my head, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. Just as I was about to pull out and ejaculate, she gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands: "Safe period, give it to me..." Perhaps she had been holding it in for too long, because I ejaculated eight or nine times. As my penis quickly shrank and slid out of her vagina, I felt old. Just a few years ago, after ejaculating, I could stay inside her vagina for at least five minutes without slipping out. Now, it shrank as soon as I ejaculated. Watching the semen flow out of her vagina was my favorite sight. I couldn't help but say to her, "Can I film this? I like to see it." I just mentioned it casually, not expecting her to agree.

She hesitated for a moment, then surprisingly agreed. I pressed my luck and said, "Can you film my face? I want to see it when you're not around." She neither agreed nor objected. I took out my phone and filmed her large breasts and her vagina still wet with semen, turning it into a short video. She even made a funny face in front of the camera.

After the storm, we both regained our senses. Looking at the messy bed and the sheets that were so wet they could be wrung out, I couldn't help but laugh. "No wonder the books say women are made of water, it's truly true," I teased. "It's all your fault, and you still dare to say that?" She pretended to be angry and came over to hit me. I grabbed her and kissed her again. If the previous passionate encounter was impulsive and unexpected, this time it was definitely in a sober state, a genuine mutual attraction. Because a kiss represents more emotion than sex. This is also why many prostitutes don't kiss their clients.

After kissing for a while, I suggested we go to my room. After all, she shared a two-bedroom apartment with others. She had to wear clothes when going in and out, and showering wasn't very convenient. She couldn't even speak too loudly. That's why I never share an apartment with anyone. She told me to go first, in case our roommates saw us going out together, it would be troublesome. I put on my clothes and tiptoed back. She followed. As soon as we entered my room, before even turning on the light, we kissed. In the darkness, we desperately sucked on each other's tongues and lips. My left hand kept kneading her breasts, while my right hand played with her clitoris and probed her vagina. Her body was even more sensitive after her orgasm. Less than five minutes later, she climaxed again and collapsed in my arms.

"Sweetie, let's take a shower together." I whispered in her ear. She was too weak to respond, only nodding. I turned on the light and carried her into the bathroom.

[The End]

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