[Repost] The pretty neighbor who knocked on the door wearing a sheer dress

July's scorching heat is unbearable, but thankfully I closed a big deal yesterday. Because of this deal, I couldn't take my wife and sister-in-law on their trip to Xinjiang three days ago. They've been gone for three days, and I just spoke to them on the phone; they just got back from Kanas Lake and will be gone for a few more days. I told them to enjoy themselves. I'm sitting alone on the sofa, drinking beer, watching a TV series being broadcast—a show where a group of directors and screenwriters are chatting around a hot pot. I wanted to go out, but it's too hot, and we celebrated the deal until the early hours of the morning. I'm too lazy to move, so I'm just killing time.
It was past ten o'clock. I took a shower, put on my shorts, and waited for my hair to dry so I could go to bed early. Just as I was about to finish my cigarette and drift off to sleep, the doorbell rang. I wondered who could be coming so late, and why they hadn't called. Maybe some guy was drunk and harassing me. Reluctantly, I got up and opened the door without asking who it was. To my surprise, both I and the person outside were stunned. Standing in the doorway was a woman in a sheer nightgown. Seeing her flushed face, I remembered once helping her pick up some fruit that had spilled from the plastic bag on the stairs. She was my neighbor across the hall.
Because it was an apartment building, the neighbors rarely interacted. My contact with her was limited to the time I helped her. When we arrived at the same time, we went our separate ways, and our conversation consisted of her politely thanking me, to which I replied, "You're welcome." After that, when we met on the stairs, we would just nod and smile as a greeting. Seeing her attire this time really surprised me, especially since she was dressed so lightly; we were both a little embarrassed to meet. She said very urgently, "Excuse me, could I use your phone?" while anxiously looking up at the stairs, worried someone might be coming up.
My mind raced at that moment, and as I answered, I wondered what might have happened to her—perhaps she had locked herself out. After I invited her in, she quickly came in. The strong scent of shampoo and shower gel as she passed me told me she had just showered. I closed the door and told her where the phone was. She would pass the floor lamp I had left on as she walked towards it. I had turned off the main light in the living room because I was going to sleep. The light illuminated her long, slender legs under her sheer skirt, which was quite a visual shock to me. A surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and without thinking, I turned on the main light.
The room suddenly became bright, which startled her. She said urgently, "Please turn off the light!" I explained guiltily, "I was afraid you couldn't see clearly," and turned off the light. But in that short time, I had already seen her naked body under her sheer skirt. Now I'm certain she went out after showering, and it wasn't to see someone off, because no woman dresses like that to see someone off. Dressing like that means she dresses like this at home. So she must have gone out to take out the trash. The garbage chute is half a floor downstairs, that must be it.
At this moment, she pressed the buttons rapidly. I prayed in my heart that no one would answer, so I wouldn't be alone tonight. The thought made my blood boil and my whole body heat up. My shorts couldn't hide my erection. My eyes were fixed on the flashing screen, and all my attention was focused on her. A few minutes passed as she anxiously muttered to herself. Disappointed, she hung up the phone. I asked, "What's wrong? Did you lock yourself in?" She shifted further into the shadows and said, "I went out to throw out the trash, and the door closed. I've done that before without closing the door."
I'd had a similar experience, so I confidently asked, "Did you turn on the range hood?" She was startled, realizing why she was locked out. "Oh, that's it! What should I do?" "Who did you call?" I asked with concern. "My parents have a key, but no one answers the door. Where could they be so late?" She was anxious and helpless, her expression turning very dejected. "Don't worry, call again later. Sit down for a bit," I comforted her. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Could I borrow a coat?" I pretended to be clueless and asked, "Are you cold?" I went to the door to get my coat and handed it to her. She seemed more at ease after putting it on, walked over and sat on the sofa, and suddenly said, "Could I borrow a set of clothes? I'm going to get the keys."
I laughed inwardly. At this moment, her urgency severely impaired her judgment, and she blurted out, "Your parents aren't here, how are you going to get them?" She sighed dejectedly and helplessly. I started to plan in my mind and decided to try. I told her I would help her climb over from the balcony. I knew it was impossible, but I wanted to see how she would react. If she only thought of herself and didn't care about my safety at all, I would give up, because it would cause trouble. If she worriedly tried to stop me, it showed her kindness, and even if things succeeded, there wouldn't be any problems.
Sure enough, when I told her my idea, we went to the balcony. She immediately gave up, saying, "How can we get over there? No, it's too dangerous." I said, "I'll try," and climbed onto the balcony windowsill. She grabbed me nervously, saying, "No, it's too dangerous. Come down." I went back onto the balcony and said, "What should we do then? If it doesn't work, you can sleep here. I'll make do in the living room." She looked at me warily, seeing sincerity in my eyes, and said helplessly, "I'll make another call," as she went to make a call. I followed her back to the living room, where she sat back down on the sofa, disappointed again. I poured her a glass of water.
The two of us started chatting. She told me that her husband had gone on a business trip. Because he was a sales manager, he often had to travel for work, and he had no choice but to do so in order to make ends meet. Gradually, she started talking about me. I told her that my wife had gone on vacation. As we became more familiar with each other, I jokingly said, "It seems that we are destined to be together. My wife is on vacation, and your husband is on a business trip. Heaven has arranged for us two lonely people to be alone in a room." She said with a slightly shy tone, "Don't overthink it, it was an accident. But then again, I don't know what happened today. I usually go to bed early, but I couldn't fall asleep tonight, so I tidied up the room. I didn't expect this to happen. I'm really sorry to bother you so late." "
It's nothing. Who told us to be so lucky? When I opened the door, I thought it was one of my best friends who was drunk. I didn't expect it to be a beautiful woman, and..." I paused, considering how she would react. If she was angry, then I had no chance. If she wasn't angry, then I had a great chance. Sure enough, she asked, "And what?" A slightly lewd smile appeared on my face. Not wanting to miss this golden opportunity, I said, "Don't be angry when I tell you." She nodded, and I continued, "And you're dressed so sexily, it makes me lose control." Hearing this, she naturally looked down at herself, pulled down the front of the dress draped over her shoulders, and suddenly became embarrassed, saying, "Don't say it, it's so embarrassing." Her face turned red, but she looked at me with her eyes.
"Don't pull it down, why cover up such a beautiful nightgown, especially your body underneath? Let me see some more, okay?" I began to arouse her desire, and she suddenly said nervously, "What did you see? No!" I didn't say anything, but just looked at her with eyes full of impulsiveness. She understood what I meant from my eyes, stood up reservedly and said, "I'm leaving." I stood up and stopped her, saying, "How can you go out dressed like that?" "If I call again, they might be back," she said nervously, turning around. I grabbed her arms, and she tried to break free by stepping back. I didn't hold her tightly. She slumped onto the sofa, and I moved closer, leaning down to look at her. I placed my hands on the sofa armrests, preventing her from escaping. She looked up at me, her eyes showing tension, a fleeting hint of coy resistance. She said, "What are you doing? Don't do this."
I didn't speak, just looked at her with eyes full of love and desire, inching closer to her. She watched me approach, her eyes fixed on me, her mind racing between rejection and surrender. Her eyes told me without reservation that her slender fingers appeared even whiter under her clothes. When my head was close enough to feel my breath, she turned her head away, simultaneously letting go of her clothes and pushing my shoulders with both hands to stop me from getting closer, saying, "Please don't do this, I'm not a casual woman, please don't do this."
Her hands pushing me were weak and powerless. Women can be really interesting sometimes. Even though they have given up resisting, they still have to make such a confession, wanting the man to admit that she is not doing this for lust. They take the restraint they have when they are dressed to the extreme, but once they are naked, they become completely uninhibited. I didn't continue because she let go of the clothes she was holding onto, revealing her breasts. I looked down and stared closely at the two protrusions under her nightgown and her chest and abdomen rising and falling with tense, rapid breathing. She sensed my cessation and turned to look at me. When she saw where my gaze was, she let out a soft moan and returned her hands to her chest. I took the opportunity to kiss her and at the same time embraced her.
After being kissed on the lips, she immediately turned her head, bent her arms and pressed them against my shoulders again, saying urgently, "No, don't do this, I'm going to scream." I whispered in her ear, "Go ahead and scream. You came to my house dressed like this. What will people think? Even if you accuse me of rape, I'll accept it. It's because I like you." After saying that, I didn't give her a chance and pulled out one hand to grab her full breasts. She writhed, but not violently, her mouth still avoiding my kiss. I pressed my middle finger against the protrusion in the center of her breast, pushing it into her breast and kneading it slowly at first, then faster. As I rapidly trembled my hand, she let out a sound of utter surrender from her throat: "No!" Her hands went from pushing to gripping my shoulders tightly. Then, because she was nestled in the sofa and her breathing became labored, she had no choice but to tilt her head back and open her throat, letting me force my mouth on it.
I released her breasts, reaching my hand under her skirt to caress her smooth buttocks. My other hand reached under the strap of her skirt to grasp her full, smooth breasts. My other hand moved to the front, running up her smooth inner thighs. She tensed up and squeezed tightly, saying urgently, "No, please." I ignored her weak, half-hearted requests, my fingers persistently landing on her pubic hair-covered mons pubis. I parted the soft flesh of her inner thighs with my middle finger, rubbing her burning labia against the outside of her thin, cicada-wing-
like panties. She couldn't help but let out an unbearable moan, her hands weakly gripping my wrist to stop my actions. Patiently, through the cicada-wing-like covering, I searched for the clitoris at the top of the cleft that could make her submit. She knew my purpose, and tried to pull my hand away with increased force. An internal struggle was raging within her; lust was urging her to give up resistance and obtain the other kind of stimulation this affair brought her, while reason and morality demanded that she resist and not do anything that would be considered a betrayal. The surging emotions within her were telling her to give up resisting. Dressed like this, coming to a house with only one man so late at night—even if she accused him of rape, how many people would believe her? She should give up resisting and experience a passion she had never felt before. Besides, her sex life with her husband had become mundane after the initial passion of their marriage. Because of his work, their sex life felt like a routine, and she had to suppress her desires. Giving up resisting would bring her satisfaction, and this one time wouldn't affect her family.
As lust gradually gained the upper hand, her resistance weakened, and I could sense the change in her mind. I quickened my teasing movements, and to pull her completely out of her rationality and into the sea of desire, I increased the pressure on her already hardened nipples. The pain aroused her subconscious desire to be conquered, and she said weakly, "Gently, it hurts." I relaxed and used gentle caresses, and my fingers below had already parted her modesty, directly using the constantly flowing, slippery fluid in the cleft to easily find the already swollen clitoris. My rapid, teasing fingers made her weak all over. I knew it was time, so I picked her up in one swift motion. The sudden weightlessness made her instinctively wrap her arms around my neck. I carried her tightly into the bedroom.
I placed her on the bed and, without giving her time to react, removed her skirt and underwear. Then I stopped and looked at her with loving eyes, my hand resting on her full, soft breasts without making any further movement. Surprised and unsure of what was happening, she opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed in shyness. When she saw my gaze, she panicked and ashamed, quickly turning her head away and closing her eyes again. I whispered seductively in her ear, "Open your eyes and look at me." She shook her head. I grasped the tip of her breast with my fingers and slowly increased the pressure. She sensed my persistence and said, "No," but still opened her eyes and looked at me. As I slowly approached her tense, panting lips, she suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue licking her lips, searching for mine. I met her tongue, and we intertwined.
I knew she had completely given up resisting, so I began to caress her beautiful skin intensely. I reached between her legs, and she wisely parted them. I inserted my fingers into her wet, slippery vulva, pressing my thumb against her clitoris. While digging into her hot vulva, I vigorously rubbed her clitoris, and she couldn't help but let out joyful moans. I slowly moved away from her body and between her legs. She knew I was looking at her aroused and parted labia, and she covered her genitals with her hands in shame. I pulled her hands away, and she couldn't help but say, "Don't look." I used my hands to gently separate her pubic hair, which was wet and sticky with her bodily fluids, and gently parted her two small labia. She looked up at me in confusion and said, "What are you doing?"
I smiled mischievously and kissed her. She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!" I knew she had never had this experience before, and her words after her exclamation confirmed my judgment. She said, "No, it's dirty." I looked up and said, "How could it be? This is my way of showing that I like you." After saying that, I took her clitoris into my mouth and licked it with my hot tongue. She trembled all over from the stimulation and kept making various uncontrollable noises. Soon her whole body stiffened, her hands gripping my head, her hips responding to my licking, and she let out a suppressed, joyful moan. I knew she had climaxed. To make her remember it, I gently bit her clitoris to prolong her orgasm. "Ah, I'm going to die, ah!"
After she calmed down a bit, I climbed on top of her, holding her head with both hands and asked, "Was it good?" She no longer avoided my gaze, looking at me with an incredulous yet infatuated look, nodded, then turned her head away shyly, her hands embracing me and pressing her smooth breasts between our chests. I reached out and guided my already erect penis, sliding it between her labia, and softly asked, "Can I go in? Are you willing to give yourself to me?" She turned her head and looked at me with eyes full of desire and love, nodding and gently lifting her hips to signal her acceptance.
When I entered her, she no longer held back, embracing me with both arms, moaning softly, showering my face with kisses, and wrapping her legs around mine, intelligently responding to my thrusts. Twenty minutes later, after a climax of exhaustion, she held me tightly, not letting me off, tears streaming down her face in a contradictory way. Reason returned to her mind, and as I wiped away her tears, I gently asked, "Was it good?" She softly murmured, "Mmm." After a long while, she pushed me away, got up, and went to the bathroom. I watched her beautiful back, the swaying of her hips as she walked, and my groin stirred again. I didn't follow her. I lit a cigarette and watched the bathroom door, waiting for her to emerge from the bath. She
didn't come out for a long time, and I got up a little worried. I went into the bathroom and saw her sitting on the edge of the tub. When I came in, she hugged her full breasts with both hands, one hand covering her crotch. She looked at me with tear-reddened eyes, looking aggrieved and resentful. I felt a pang of heartache and went over to hug her, saying, "Don't do this, be careful not to catch a cold." I took a towel, wrapped it around her shoulders, and helped her out of bed. After we got into bed, she didn't say anything. When I hugged her, she obediently snuggled into my arms. After a long while, she gently pushed me away and said, "How am I supposed to face my husband after this?"
I hugged her tighter. "You'll still be a good wife when you go back tomorrow. This is a blessing from our past lives. Don't make her feel guilty. Any man would be moved by a woman as outstanding as you." Women are always happy to receive praise. The next day, she left wearing my shirt and jeans. I looked forward to our meeting when she returned the clothes. 　　(
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