young woman

This house was bought with the insurance money from my parents' unexpected passing. I sold the old house to avoid too many old memories and embrace a new beginning. However, this money still isn't enough to cover all my expenses. The house I bought was too luxurious; the insurance money plus the cost of the old house was just enough for a new one. So, I still need to work hard to make a living. I'm 27 years old this year. After graduating from university, I started learning acupressure and massage. I love aromatherapy products and usually sell essential oils, herbal bath products, and massage tools at various night markets. On weekends, I work as an aromatherapist at a beauty salon in a resort, providing essential oil acupressure and massage services to wealthy young women, ladies, and mostly middle-aged women.

Today, I dragged myself home exhausted. The building manager told me that the house across the hall had been sold and I would be moving in soon. He said it might be noisy during the move and asked for my understanding. I casually replied and went upstairs. It's a detached duplex, so there are only two units per floor. It's a new community, and the house across the hall has been empty for a long time. I wonder what kind of neighbors they are.

A while passed, and perhaps because I was always out at night, I didn't have a chance to run into my neighbors across the hall. I also had to travel far away for work on weekends, so I probably didn't see them. It wasn't until the last long weekend at the end of this month that I decided to give myself a long break. Early one morning, I was still awake in the living room, watching a newly rented movie, when I heard noises from across the hall. That's when I realized someone had really moved in. I didn't react much, and eventually drifted off to sleep on the sofa until my stomach started growling. After showering, I got ready to go out and party with friends. Just as I was leaving, I ran into my neighbors across the hall. At first glance, I thought they were a father and daughter. But after a few greetings and small talk in the elevator, I learned they were a couple. My inner monologue was, "What an old man and young woman!" The woman had a beautiful, fair figure, and her breasts were so large they looked like they were about to burst out of her dress, plus that slender, snake-like waist... Wow!

After the party, lying in bed late at night, I thought about my neighbors across the hall, and my mind started racing. If an older man can have such a beautiful wife, then what about me?! I also wanted a beautiful wife.

But fantasies are just fantasies! Back to reality, life goes on. I worked hard day after day until that sudden downpour. I packed up my stall early, put my things back in my rented storage room, parked my pickup truck, and switched to my sports car, thinking about how to spend the night. A short while later at a traffic light, I saw my beautiful wife across the hall standing on the arcade, looking a little disheveled in the rain. "A neighbor, perhaps?" I thought. "A close neighbor is better than a distant relative," so I pulled over and went over to greet her.

"Hi! Down on your luck! Do you remember me?"

"Yes!!! You're my neighbor across the hall."

"You remember me after just one meeting? You have a good memory! Do you mind if I call you 'sister'?" "Not at all, it's more friendly that way! And you have a good memory too." We both burst into laughter. Although soaked and a little disheveled, her beautiful smiles were captivating.

"Sister! I'll give you a ride home!"

"But I already called a taxi!" "They haven't given me a reply yet about whether there's a car." "With this sudden downpour and the traffic so chaotic! Maybe no one will come!" I picked up her suitcase. Wow! "Sister, you managed to carry all that back by yourself? It's a bit heavy!" "I went back to my hometown in Changhua today! The old folks just kept stuffing all the local produce, everything they grow and raise, into the house." "I didn't dare disobey them, so I had to carry it all back for them! I thought the station was just a short walk from home, but then it suddenly started raining. It's true what they say, 'If only I'd known!'" In the car, I gave her some tissues to wipe her face, and we started chatting. It turns out she got married quite early, at 22, and has been married for eight years. Her husband is a naval lieutenant colonel, 13 years older than her. She married him without much thought because she thought a career soldier was stable. I thought to myself: Her husband really doesn't look well.

Back in the building's basement, after parking my car, I offered to help him carry it up. I put it in the entryway and then excused myself to go home. He thanked me with a big smile. When I got home, I quickly showered, ready to go out and relax—not wanting to waste my precious holiday. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Who could it be? I wondered. Which of my friends knew I wasn't working and came looking for me? Why didn't the building manager ask? I threw on a towel and went to open the door. It was the woman from across the hall! Embarrassed, I hid behind the door and apologized, saying I didn't know it was her, I thought it was one of my friends.

"Is there something you need, sister?" "

No, nothing! Just some stuff I borrowed from my place. I was thinking of cooking it up and treating you to some later! Would you do me the honor?" "Of course! It's been so long since I've had anything that tastes like home." "Okay, I'll get back to work now! Come over later! I won't lock the door yet, please close it when you arrive!" Oh, fate! I started fantasizing about all sorts of things, as lewd as it gets—a married woman seducing a young man living alone!

Sigh! I've finally discovered my own wickedness!

Entering their house, I was struck by how bright and clean it was, spotless. I called out, "Sister, I'm here!" She told me to sit in the living room. I casually looked around at the furnishings—many ship models, anniversary gifts, mugs—lost in thought until my sister called me back to reality.

"It's ready! Come and eat!"

"Wow! What a lavish meal!"

"These vegetables are all homegrown, and the chicken is home-raised."

"But sister! It's so hot! Even with the heavy rain, it's still hot. Your chicken with rice wine…" "No, it's not! My mother taught me to use cooling herbs." After the feast, I waited in the living room for my sister to clean up, for her fruit, and for the topics we hadn't discussed during the meal. She talked about my pitiful past and my current job, but rarely about herself. I'll ask her about that later.

While eating fruit, I asked,

"Sister! I haven't seen your husband at all!

" "You only thought of him now that we've been eating for so long!"

"No! I didn't have a chance to ask!"

"He went out on a ship, on reconnaissance, and won't be docked until tomorrow!"

"Oh! Does he go out often?"

"Quite often."

"Then you're often home alone!"

"Yes!"

"Why don't you want to have a child to keep you company?"

At this topic, my sister's eyes glazed over, as if she had something difficult to say. I noticed this and was about to change the subject when she spoke up.

"Actually, my uterus is difficult to implant in, it's hard to conceive. I've tried everything I can, plus my husband is often away from home..." "Oh!" "Sister, how about I try what I've learned on you?"

"What?" "

Aromatherapy spa and acupressure massage, these are my specialties! Normally I charge for them, but today, since you're having a big meal, I'll do it for free." "I'll go back and get some tools." The older woman was dressed casually, in sporty shorts and a tank top, effortlessly showcasing her beauty. I had her lie face down on the sofa, poured aromatherapy oil on my hands, and slowly massaged her neck, arms, and legs. However, because of the tank top, the back massage could only be done through her clothes. I repeated this until I heard her soft breathing. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, I realized she must be under a lot of pressure! A feeling of pity welled up inside me as I watched her.

I usually work with older women, but there are still beautiful young women like her! How could she massage me to the point where I couldn't control my desire? My penis was almost bursting out. I really wanted to take advantage of her, but I was too cowardly! It was getting late, so I woke my sister up. She quickly apologized, saying she didn't know she'd fallen asleep. I told her it was because of my superior technique, and that she should try it out when her husband came home tomorrow!

I said she'd be very happy. I told her to quickly take a hot shower, then wrap herself up to sweat and metabolize. I said I was going home now. I reminded her... not to turn on the air conditioning or the fan.

I don't know if it was the chicken soup being too nourishing or... but when I got home, I was still burning with desire. Using the hands that had been on her, I fantasized about her body and masturbated several times before showering and going to bed. Before sleeping, I resolved to slowly seduce her into wanting to sleep with me.

The busy weekend was over. Before I even opened the door, the woman across the street came running over, seemingly waiting for me. Her face was flushed; it seemed our night of passion was unforgettable for her! She immediately asked where I worked! I thought to myself that I also had designs on her, and this was the first step in my seduction plan.

"We're neighbors," I said, "go buy a three-piece bikini and a few large bath towels. I'll prepare the rest." I explained that this would make the massage easier, and there was a price to pay—every massage I'd have to cook a few delicious home-cooked dishes as a reward, and don't forget the beer." "Is this really okay? Massaging is your way of making a living, how can I accept this!" "No problem! Earning a meal and a few drinks isn't bad." "You get ready! We'll schedule a time later!" "And don't tell my husband!"

I thought, how could I possibly tell his husband about my intentions?

"This is my cell phone number, yours! It'll be easier to contact you this way!" "Hmm... let's keep in touch by phone." Two more days passed. This was a famous night market. Although there were crowds every day, it wasn't as crowded on weekdays as it was on weekends. Sometimes, I felt restless while setting up my stall there. There were many hot girls among the crowds, but when I thought of my neighbor, she outshone them all. I estimated her bust size to be between 32 and 33, at least a D cup! A slender waist, a shapely bottom, fair skin, a beautiful oval face, and big eyes—she was the epitome of beauty. Most importantly, she possessed both the honest charm of a simple housewife and the fashionable beauty of a modern woman. Just thinking about her was irresistible. I was so engrossed that I forgot about my work, only to be abruptly woken up by a customer. Although it was annoying, work was still important, otherwise, it would be difficult to make a living. When I was busy until late at night and about to close up shop, my phone suddenly rang. It was my neighbor calling. I was incredibly excited.

"Is this Weijie? This is Wanjing." "—After all this talk, we haven't even introduced ourselves yet. This is the two of us—"Have you packed up your stall yet?" "Soon! What's up?" "

I was wondering if you wanted some late-night snacks. I prepared some side dishes and beer this afternoon and wanted to treat you. I was wondering if you were free?" "Oh! I'll probably get home and shower around 2 PM!" "No problem! I'll wait for you to ring the doorbell at home."

"Okay! See you later."

"Okay! See you later."

Wow! A new opportunity has arrived! I quickened my pace to pack up my stall and returned to the warehouse, thinking: Even stealing a chicken can yield some rice! I selected some relaxing essential oils and equipment, went home, showered, and then went to my neighbor's house.

My neighbor was dressed casually, in a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top.

"Isn't my brother home?" I asked knowingly.

"No! Otherwise, why would I let you come!"

"He only has time off tomorrow night!" "

So this is a deal!" We talked about it in our last chat: there's a price to pay—every time I get a massage, I have to cook a few delicious home-cooked dishes as a reward! Also, regular massage is for promoting blood circulation and is most effective the half day before intercourse, because all the organs relax after being massaged.

"No! I was just thinking you could have a drink tonight! Otherwise, it's not good to drink during the day!" "It's still a deal!" Seeing my sister's blushing face, I didn't want to tease her anymore.

"Okay! Okay! I'll come back to massage you again tomorrow at noon! Let's just drink and chat for now!" "Hey! Sister! I have something for you! Wait for me!" "This is a light-heated essential oil diffuser! And this essential oil! To use it, just put water in this dish, add a few drops of essential oil, and turn on the light. You can use it as a nightlight. Try it out now." Soon, the entire living room was filled with the fragrance of wild ginger flowers!

"This is wild ginger flower essential oil! Every essential oil can regulate and relax the mind and relieve stress, and wild ginger flower is especially highly regarded!" "Trust the professionals!" After a while of joking around, I felt that drinking alone was a bit boring. Although my sister's cooking was good, I ate quite a lot and drank quite a bit as a result. However, I always felt that something was missing, so I started to persuade my sister to drink more. She said that she had a low alcohol tolerance. When I persuaded her to drink more, she gave me all sorts of reasons. Finally, she said that a small amount of alcohol can also promote metabolism and blood circulation and help release body stress. She thought it made sense and agreed to drink a little.

Although my sister didn't drink much, it was only two 500cc bottles of beer. This was the most she had ever drunk. Seeing her flushed face, in the atmosphere full of fragrance, she looked a bit more relaxed and sluggish. Before, she would avoid exposing herself when she moved her hands and feet, but now she seemed to have no guard up. Sometimes I could see half of her large breasts directly. Seeing that I couldn't miss the opportunity, I suggested that she drink more.

"It's still early for me. I'm an owl, nocturnal. Are you tired, sister? How about I give you an oil massage now?" 'Okay! Do I need to change clothes?' "If it's convenient, that would be wonderful."

I watched as the older woman staggered into the master bedroom and emerged less than five minutes later. Her face was flushed, and a large pink bathrobe clung to her body, her curves still alluring. I asked her to bring two towels so I could spread them on the sofa. Then I asked her to untie the bathrobe, revealing a pure black bikini. The bra seemed almost too big for her chest, the knot at her neck about to unravel. I stared, speechless. Though slightly tipsy, I dared not be presumptuous. I let her lie down on the sofa and covered her from the hips to the waist with a towel. She then began to inquire about her well-being, as if serving a customer at work, asking if the air conditioning was too strong, and so on. She then gently massaged her neck, shoulders, back, arms, waist, hips, thighs, and calves, applying extra pressure to acupoints beneficial to the female reproductive organs. During the massage, I maintained a professional and orderly approach, answering questions until my sister stopped responding. I kept calling her name in her ear, but there was no response. I guessed that she hadn't been staying up late and had drunk some alcohol. The fragrant essential oil aroma and the comfortable massage had put her into a deep sleep. I, who already had a bit of a wicked thought, slowly pushed and slid towards her large breasts while still drunk. But she still didn't react, so I simply grabbed her huge breasts with both hands and gently rubbed them. My sister was still sleeping with her head turned to the side. Only when I rubbed her nipples with my fingers did her breathing become more rapid, but she still didn't seem to wake up. I gently picked her up and laid her flat on the sofa. After a while, she was still asleep. I gently pulled up her bikini, and her huge breasts immediately appeared before my eyes, with pink areolas that were irresistible.

I gently rubbed her nipples with both hands to satisfy my desire. I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked her nipples. My blood was surging, and my penis was about to burst out of my jeans. I really wanted to take off her panties, but my rational mind didn't want to make a mistake that would lead to another. I wanted him to willingly let me have his way with her. I glanced at her beautiful vulva. There was a faint wetness mark on her black panties, which I thought was evidence of pleasure. I reached down and touched her vulva with my fingers, and sure enough, it was wet with her juices. I took a few pictures with my phone, then straightened her clothes, covered her with a large bath towel, kissed her on the lips, took her front door key, locked the door, and went home. I kept looking at her pictures on the computer, fantasizing about her body, until thick semen shot onto the merciless floor before I cleaned up, took a shower, and went to bed.

The next day at noon, the doorbell rang. I was suddenly awakened and suddenly remembered what had happened in the early morning. I wondered if he had found out. I quickly went to open the door. She was smiling and seemed to be fine, so I was relieved.

Coming to my senses, she said, "Sister, you fell asleep again yesterday. I didn't dare carry you into the room, afraid you'd misunderstand, so I let you sleep on the sofa all night." "No way! Thank you so much! I believe you're a very upright person!" My inner monologue: You just didn't realize what I did to you!

"Oh, by the way, here's your key back!"

I said, handing it back to her. "I'll come back later!"

Before closing the door, she suddenly said, "Actually, you're quite naughty too," pointing to my genitals.

I slammed the door shut! I was incredibly embarrassed! Because I woke up in shock! I was only wearing boxer shorts, and there was a huge tent in my pants.

When I went over, I apologized first, but she kept saying it was okay, it's a natural reaction for young people! Then she asked if I had a girlfriend.

I said, "I'm too busy with work, I don't have time. Let me introduce you to someone!" "If possible! Someone as beautiful as you, sister!" Seeing her radiant smile, I felt a surge of resentment, because she was going to have sex with her husband that night. After the massage, I started my day at my stall. While doing business, I kept thinking about those things. I kept plotting how to seduce her. I had so many ideas, so naturally, I finished my business hastily today.

[The End]

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