During the time my wife was studying abroad

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. I. Introduction:
I've been married for about two years and don't have children yet. Since my wife, a foreign language major, experienced some setbacks at work, she developed the idea of studying abroad. After more than half a year of preparation, she finally finished her exams and, after applying, received an admission notice from a state university in the United States. However, my family life began to change. First, we no longer needed the entire apartment we had been renting. About half a month after my wife went abroad, we terminated the lease with the landlord early. The landlord was a good person; he refunded the deposit in full and didn't cause any trouble. I then rented another suite. In this hot August, I moved into my new home.
It was a converted apartment with several suites, a total of three bedrooms, a shared small living room and kitchen, and a sofa in the small living room. As for the bathroom, it was an expansion of the original bathroom, then divided into three small rooms with light partitions, each with its own door leading to one of the three rooms. They all shared a single ceiling light, and there was a gap of about 15 centimeters under the partitions. I was the first tenant to move in, so I chose the largest and best room, located in the middle of the two suites. It was the only one with a balcony, and the bathroom was the largest. The other two rooms only had shower facilities, while mine had a sit-down jacuzzi, which the landlord said was left by the previous owner. Of course, the rent was higher than the other two rooms.
After moving into my new home, and three days of settling in, everything was ready. I was the only one on the entire floor, living a very carefree life, but also feeling a little lonely. However, this kind of life didn't last long. Just over a week later, on a rainy weekend afternoon, my sweet afternoon nap was awakened by a lot of noise. I saw the landlord come to open the door with a young woman, who was my roommate, and several moving company workers. I quickly got dressed and came out to greet them. I didn't have much stuff, so in less than two hours, everyone left, leaving only my new neighbor.
The young woman was very beautiful, without makeup except for a touch of lipstick. She had a great figure, perfectly proportioned, with a high waist and long, slender legs. She was wearing a loose black t-shirt and denim breeches, and was about 165 cm tall. However, due to the heavy rain, she was soaked to the bone. Seeing that she looked cold, I brought her a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee and suggested that she take a shower and change out of her wet clothes before tidying up. I also told her that I wasn't available today and that she could contact me if she needed any help. After we met, I went back to my room to freshen up a bit, and soon I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.
About half an hour later, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Can you help me?" I hurriedly opened the door. I was immediately startled by what I saw. I took a breath to calm myself down, but my actions and demeanor were completely normal and unremarkable. She was wearing a sexy white nightgown, with shorts underneath and a cover-up made of what appeared to be silk-like polyester, slightly sheer.
"Sorry! My clothes are all wet, except for some pajamas I had hidden underneath."
"It's alright," I replied with a smile.
I started helping her move some of the heavier furniture and rearrange the items. Because of the moving, she took off her blouse, leaving her in a spaghetti-strap tank top and slightly loose shorts. Looking through the tank top's cuffs, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. She was sweating, and her clothes had become somewhat transparent and clung to her body. I realized she wasn't even wearing underwear. I tried to act naturally, chatting as we tidied up. Sometimes we were very close, only a few centimeters apart, and I could smell the faint scent of her sweat. Sometimes we would accidentally brush against each other, but so far I remained very calm.
I learned that her surname was Shi, and her husband's surname was Chen, so I called her "Xiao Jing." She was three years younger than me, married for two years, and had no children. Her husband was seven years older than her. Because her husband's company had set up a factory in Central America and closed its factory in Taiwan, most of the employees were laid off. A few core managers went to Central America, and her husband also went there. She was a junior high school teacher, but she couldn't bear to give up her job in Taiwan, so she stayed. She rented out her original house and moved to this small apartment. I briefly introduced myself and told her she could call me "Xiao Cheng." The second taboo march:
Because it was so hot, I was helping her move things. Before long, my clothes were soaked with sweat, and my jeans were very uncomfortable. I went back to my room to shower and change into short tennis shorts and a t-shirt. But soon, my t-shirt was soaked again. After working for several hours, I felt hungry and tired. I looked at the clock; it was already 7 pm. I simply cooked two bowls of noodles in the kitchen for dinner. I wanted to rest, but the living room and her room were full of things she hadn't yet organized; there wasn't even a proper place to sit and rest.
"Come rest in my room!" I suggested.
"It's too much trouble for you, but to be honest, I'm really tired and need to rest," she said, looking exhausted.
"You're too kind. My room has air conditioning; it's too hot here. Oh, by the way, I have a washing machine and dryer, and I can hang clothes to dry on my balcony," I replied, suddenly remembering that her clothes were wet and definitely needed washing.
"Thank you so much, you go back to your room and rest, I'll be there shortly," she said with a smile.
Back in my room, I turned on the air conditioning, took off my sweat-soaked clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I found her there too. Her shower stall was right next to our two bathroom stalls, and I could sometimes see her looking beautiful through the gap under the stall.
Back in my room, this time I was only wearing underwear and a pair of very short athletic shorts. Perhaps because I hadn't exercised in a long time, the afternoon's tidying and moving furniture had left me feeling sore all over and extremely tired. I drew the curtains, leaned against the bed, and wanted to rest for a bit when I heard a knock at the door. Before I could answer, she pushed the door open, carrying two large baskets of clothes.
"My clothes are all soaked; I need to borrow your washing machine. Hmm, the air conditioning in your room is so nice," Xiaojing said.
"Don't mention it. The washing machine is on the balcony; you can use it yourself," I said, standing up and turning on the balcony light. I led her to the balcony and took my clothes there as well.
She had changed into another set of white pajamas, also wearing a cover-up, both made of imitation silk polyester fiber. I couldn't tell what kind of underwear she was wearing, as it was completely covered by the cover-up, but it revealed her beautiful, slender legs. They were very well-proportioned, with beautiful lines, without any excess fat, yet not too thin. She seemed to exercise regularly; I could see the beautiful muscle lines on her thighs. Her skin was very smooth, without any scars—truly flawless. I went back to my room and quietly admired her through the French windows of the balcony.
After a while, she put all the clothes she had brought into the washing machine and then came into my room, sitting down on the sofa by the French windows. "Moving is such a hassle, and with this heavy rain, I really picked the wrong day," she sighed and complained. "But this is the first time I've dressed so casually in front of anyone other than my husband, you probably won't mind!" she said, looking around at the furnishings of my room.
My room was simply furnished, with only a double bed, a wardrobe, a bookcase, a refrigerator by the door, a desk and a large computer desk/work desk, a few chairs, and three stacks of plastic combination drawers reaching the ceiling. The walls were painted a light rose white, and there was a sofa and a small coffee table by the French windows.
She leaned back, assuming a more comfortable position, and stretched, saying, "I'm so tired! My whole body feels like it's falling apart. Xiao Cheng, thank you so much. If I hadn't met you today, I really don't know what I would have done with all that bulky furniture." After she finished speaking, her gaze lingered on me, a mischievous look in her eyes.
I wasn't too bad-looking, with a refined face and a high nose. I was only wearing shorts, revealing a well-defined physique. Being stared at like that made me feel extremely uncomfortable. "My bathroom has a jacuzzi. You look so tired, why don't you go in and soak for a bit? It should help you recover." To break the awkward silence, I quickly tried to start a conversation and stood up to walk towards the bathroom.
"I'll run some hot water for you, just wait a moment," I said as I walked.
I entered the bathroom, gently closed the door, turned on the bathtub faucet, and watched the water flow into the tub. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then the erotic images from earlier resurfaced in my mind, my thoughts churning. Just as I was calculating my next move, there was a knock on the bathroom door beside me.
"Xiao Cheng!" came a soft voice.
"Xiao Jing, what's wrong?" I answered, turning towards the door.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Xiao Jing rushed in, colliding head-on with me. The floor tiles were slippery, and Xiao Jing, caught off guard, slipped and fell forward, landing on top of me. Reflexively, I grabbed her, and she gripped me tightly. I saw her face flushed with embarrassment, and suddenly felt an urge to kiss her, but I restrained myself. Touching her body for the first time, I felt it was incredibly soft and supple. Perhaps because it happened so suddenly, we were both stunned, remaining motionless for a while. I could feel her burning body heat beneath her thin nightgown.
"Splash!" Suddenly, the sound of water overflowing from the bathtub filled the air, like a knife slicing through frozen time. "The water's full, go take a bath!" I said softly in a low voice.
"Okay, sure." She nodded obediently.
I taught her how to use the jacuzzi, gently closed the door, and returned to my desk, wanting to read, but I couldn't concentrate. I opened the refrigerator, took two ice cubes, put them in a glass, and poured myself an iced cola. Since my wife went abroad, I haven't been in contact with anyone of the opposite sex for almost a month, and this beautiful neighbor's impact on me was quite strong. However, I thought, perhaps she's in a similar situation!
The cold drink seemed to sober me up a bit, and I remembered that I hadn't unpacked the clothes I'd just collected. I pulled out a t-shirt and put it on, then folded the pile of clothes and put them in the closet. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door opening. I looked towards the bathroom and saw Xiaojing opening the door a crack, hiding behind it, only her head peeking out.
"I didn't bring a towel!" Xiaojing said softly, blushing.
"Just a moment, I'll get you a clean towel." I said, taking a clean towel from the drawer and handing it to her.
A short while later, she came out of the bathroom. "Mmm, much better, thank you so much," she said with a sweet smile as she handed the wet towel back to me, then went back to the balcony to hang her washed clothes to dry.
Afterwards, I turned off the air conditioning, and we went back to her messy room together. I first brought my dehumidifier, then helped her find hers, as her bed and the rest of the room were soaked from the rain. I hoped this would help. We tidied up and chatted, growing closer together. Although we had only met today, we seemed to get along very well. We admired each other, talked about everything, as if we had known each other for years. Two hours passed quickly.
Because we had just come from an air-conditioned room, and the room was very humid, combined with the September heat and the hot air from the dehumidifier, we were both drenched in sweat in no time. It felt like even the fan was blowing hot air, making it unbearable. By this time, we were both drenched in sweat. I asked her if she minded me taking off my t-shirt, and she said it was fine. So I took off my soaking wet, clinging shirt, leaving me in only shorts. Her situation was worse than mine; she was wearing a long-sleeved, thick cover-up made of polyester, which doesn't absorb sweat, and she was already incredibly uncomfortable. Not long after I took off my shirt, she couldn't stand it anymore.
"Do you mind if I take off my outer clothes? I can't stand the heat," she said.
"It's just the two of us, no one else, so it should be okay. It's really driving me crazy with heat," I replied while tidying up my things.
After thinking for a few seconds, she turned her back to me and took off her cover-up. I then realized that she was only wearing a white, semi-transparent, spaghetti-strap tank top dress underneath. It was very short, barely covering her hips, and was already soaked through, completely transparent, and clinging to her body. Because of the movement, it had rolled up slightly, revealing half of her buttocks, making it clear that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. She tossed her pajamas onto the chair beside her, tried to pull them down as far as possible, and then turned around. The clothes clung to her body, almost transparent, clearly revealing her nipples and a patch of dark skin below. Instantly, I felt my heart race, and I felt a physical reaction.
"Don't stare like that, it makes me shy," she said, blushing as she noticed me looking at her.
"Sorry! But you're really beautiful," I said, turning my head away embarrassedly.
We continued tidying up, and I kept stealing glances at her. Many times, there were quite a few revealing glimpses, which was really unbearable. At first, she seemed very reserved, but after a while, she seemed to forget about her clothes, and her movements became more and more natural and bold. But at this point, I was really feeling incredibly frustrated.
Finally, we reached a certain point. Her room and our living room were almost filled with wet items hanging out to dry. I glanced at the clock; it was almost midnight. I turned around, grabbed my t-shirt, and went back to my room. I turned on the air conditioning, went into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub tap, and dragged my tired body back to my room. I took out two wine glasses, put an ice cube in each, and filled them with red wine. I knew Xiaojing would come looking for me again. Before I even sat down, I heard Xiaojing knocking on the door, and I hurriedly went to open it. As soon as
I opened the door, I saw Xiaojing standing there with a huge pile of clothes, still wearing that sweat-soaked nightgown. "Come in!" I said, taking the pile of clothes. In a short time, we threw them into the washing machine and started washing them, then went back to my room.
"Hmm, a little wine helps with blood circulation and can help you recover from fatigue. This is French red wine, it tastes good." I picked up the two glasses of red wine on the table, handed one to her, and said.
She took a small sip. "That's wonderful!" she said, then touched her glass to mine, and we each took a large gulp. Her cheeks soon turned pink. I suddenly remembered the bathtub was still running, so I finished my wine in one go, then went into the bathroom to check. Finding the water almost full, I turned off the tap. Returning to the room, I found Xiaojing's face even redder; she had finished her wine.
I went to her side, took her empty glass, placed it on the table, and looked at her. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged me, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed my cheek. I then kissed her cheek. Looking into her eyes, I saw a burning, expectant gaze. We didn't say anything; words were meaningless at that moment. Then our lips met, remaining locked for a long time.
Then we went into the bathroom.
I gently helped her remove her pajamas, and she helped me take off my shorts. I tested the water temperature; it was just right. Then I added a few drops of fragrance. A friend brought it back from Europe; it's said to be very effective at relieving fatigue. I gave her a dry towel to wrap her hair, and helped her into the bathtub. The tub filled up quickly, and we sat facing each other. I reached out and pressed the motor switch, and several jets of massage water swirled around our bodies.
We sat facing each other, and the small bathtub felt very cramped with just the two of us. Our four legs were intertwined. After a while, she got up and sat in my lap with her back to me. I held her for a while without moving, watching her look so blissful, her eyes closed. My hands began to wander. First, I kneaded and rubbed her nipples, and she started giggling and wriggling. Then I moved down to her pubic area, touching some sparse pubic hair, and then found her clitoris, which I began to massage gently with my fingers. Soon, Xiaojing's breathing became heavy and rapid...
After a while, we got out of the water. She looked at her erect pubic hair and the swollen, purple glans, and playfully pinched it. I grabbed a large bath towel and dried ourselves off. We kissed as we walked to the bed and lay down together. I placed a towel under her to prevent the sheets from getting dirty. I rolled over and pressed myself against her. She cooperated by spreading her legs, and I pressed the glans against her vaginal opening. Finding her ready, I thrust my hips forward and penetrated her fully. It felt incredibly tight, and the glans seemed to have reached its limit. I saw her brow furrow and her eyes roll back.
I first moved slowly a few times, then displayed my superior waist strength, almost pulling out completely before thrusting in all the way back in each time, making piston-like movements at a frequency of two to three times per second. Her moans were loud, and after more than ten minutes, the towel beneath her was soaked.
"I can't take it anymore, stop!" she managed to squeeze out these words through gritted teeth. Seeing her pitiful state, I thrust all the way in, then paused for about two to three seconds to let her catch her breath. I saw her panting heavily, with small beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. Then I changed to another method, thrusting in completely all the way in. At this point, my glans was completely pressed against her clitoris, and the skin at the base could touch her clitoris. I didn't pull out, but pressed down hard. At this point, my penis was thrusting in and out, but the amplitude was not large, and the speed could be fast. The glans was constantly rubbing against her clitoris, while her clitoris was constantly being stimulated. At this point, seeing her reaction become more intense, after another ten minutes or so, she was completely limp, her legs, which had been raised, were completely flattened, and she could feel her vagina tightening in waves.
"Why haven't you ejaculated yet? It's safe today, you can ejaculate inside." She said in a weak voice, her brows furrowed.
At this moment, I switched to my most intense attack, my lower abdominal muscles a little sore. Her vagina became tighter and tighter, and finally, after five or six minutes, I ejaculated deep inside her, convulsing more than ten times. I didn't pull out immediately, but lay on top of her for a while, enjoying the afterglow of passion, and then we kissed passionately. Then I took a piece of toilet paper, used it to block the vaginal opening before pulling it out to prevent the semen from leaking out, and then we went to the bathroom to wash ourselves thoroughly.
After resting for a while, we started to hang the clothes to dry. It was already late at night. "Oh right, I just suddenly remembered something, my mattress and sheets are all wet from the rain, it looks like I'll need to stay here until they dry." She looked at me with that mischievous look and said with a smile.
"Oh!" I frowned slightly and smiled at her. I knew that, at least for the next few days, my bed and blankets wouldn't be lonely. I lowered my head and kissed her lips again, my body touching her hot, soft, smooth, and elastic body. We hadn't put on any clothes since then. My penis hardened again, and she felt it, pinching it with her hand and then giving me a fawning smile. Of course, we went back to bed and had another passionate encounter.
Because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted even longer, almost an hour. She was already limp on the bed, barely breathing.
"Are you okay?" I asked her softly.
"Mmm, okay, very comfortable, but a little too much."
"Ah! What a tiring yet passionate night!" I thought to myself, and then we fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

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