He got his hands on the beautiful young woman next door. (0118)

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I live in the Greater Toronto Area, Canada.
Our neighborhood is quite unique; it's
an apartment complex specifically for married students and staff of a university. It consists of two- or three-story buildings, all within a relatively enclosed compound. Therefore, many Chinese people live in our
area , as well as many other new immigrants from other ethnic groups.
At that time, I had just graduated and was looking for a job, but hadn't found one yet, so I
worked in a factory.
Our neighbors, the family diagonally opposite our two-story building, were also Chinese.
We quickly became acquainted. The husband was an engineer, always busy with work. The wife was
a housewife . After we got to know each other, we often visited each other's homes. So we became quite familiar with each other.
At the time, the Rolia website was organizing a party, so we all participated and actively rehearsed. So
, I became increasingly familiar with my beautiful young neighbor. She praised my humor, and I, of course, was also attracted
to her beauty. She was the voluptuous, sexy type. I could often notice her
large breasts. She wasn't tall, only a little over 1.6 meters, but she had a great figure, and her eyes were
bright and expressive. She had a slim waist and a large bottom, which often made me fantasize. Perhaps because of her
slim , her upper and lower body, namely her bottom and breasts, appeared very large and full. Sometimes, like in the summer
when she wore less clothing, her two large breasts seemed about to burst out, which made me hard many times.
So, I often fantasized and masturbated about her. Speaking of which, I'm now a married
man with children, and my wife is an absolute beauty. There are ordinary
beauties and extraordinary beauties, and my wife is the kind of exceptional beauty. However, we've been married
for 10 years, and even with a good relationship, it's impossible to be like newlyweds, right?
When we were rehearsing for the show, I often told her jokes. I could tell she
liked being around me, like chatting with me or asking me to drive her around to run errands or buy things.
Isn't it said that to win a woman's heart, you need one or two of the "handsome, wealthy, handsome, young, and leisurely" qualities?
At that time , besides working, I didn't have much else to do. So I fit the "leisurely" part. Also, I wouldn't call myself handsome, but
my looks are decent, slightly above average for a man, and I've always been fairly popular with women.
On a side note, although there are many posts here about how to pick up women, they're
mostly . For most people, overcoming this psychological hurdle requires a lot of factors. Initially, I was just
the kind of person who had the desire but not the courage; I didn't dare have any improper thoughts.
Rehearsing the show together was an opportunity for us to get closer, become familiar with each other, and understand one another. At that time
, her child was almost a year old and still breastfeeding. One day, at my house, her child kept
calling "milk, milk..." We were watching TV and casually chatting about a program we were going to perform.
Perhaps because we were quite familiar with each other, she lifted her shirt to breastfeed. It was just
a fleeting moment, and I saw about three-quarters of her breast. I acted a little awkwardly, and she
probably noticed.
Later, another time, her washing machine stopped working, so I went to her house to help fix it. Actually ,
I'm not a professional at all, but it happened to be daytime when my wife and her husband were at work,
and I couldn't miss this opportunity to get close to a beautiful woman. So I went to her house, compared it with the instruction manual, and after checking for a long time, I finally discovered that
their washing machine wasn't working because the bottom filter hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and something was clogging it
. I climbed down and carefully gathered all my tools,
cleaning them thoroughly. She mentioned her washing machine was a drum type and quite noisy, so I
adjusted the height settings on the two front legs to keep it level.
While I was working, she sat on the sofa in the living room breastfeeding her baby. Because of the heat, her clothes were
almost completely lifted, allowing me to see everything except the nipple in the baby's mouth. I
'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but I was quite excited at the time. I chatted with her while working,
using the excuse of looking at her many times.
I saw her breasts were large, white, and full—probably a 35D. I was very aroused,
but I restrained myself because I was covered in dirt.
After I finished my work, the washing machine worked normally, and the noise
was . She was very happy and said to me, "My husband is a rough man. He
can't do this kind of delicate work at all. I didn't expect you to be so capable."
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I wrote this online because I was afraid that if I wrote it all at once and the post failed, all my efforts would be
wasted . So I wrote and posted as I went.
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We gradually, at least I felt, developed feelings for each other. We were a good-looking couple, and
more importantly, we had plenty of time together, lived close by, and had many opportunities to see each other.
From our interactions, I learned that this beautiful young woman's marriage wasn't perfect.
A faint, almost imperceptible sadness often lingered on her face. At that time, she wanted to have her parents immigrate to China, but because her
husband didn't like them—actually, he was annoyed by her mother—he resolutely refused, leaving her very
angry and helpless.
Therefore, she often mentioned her complaints about her husband. She didn't intentionally complain to me; for example,
sometimes when I drove her shopping, she would casually mention it.
As time went on, I finally started to like her!
Getting my hands on the beautiful young woman next door (Part 3)
So, I seized every opportunity to get close to her, intentionally or unintentionally praising her. I praised her competence, her intelligence
, her hard work, her kindness, her thoughtfulness and consideration, her beauty, and her elegant and dignified demeanor.
I complimented her on her femininity, even praising her figure and sexiness.
I told her, "You're like the most charming queen of flowers in a garden, the most
captivating , the most beautiful, the most unforgettable, your fragrance reaching deep into the heart..."
In short, my abilities and eloquence are limited, but I treat this as a career,
and do it with utmost seriousness. Before each meeting or approaching her, I would prepare at least one reason to compliment her
.
As a result, I flattered her so much that she was overjoyed, considering me her soulmate. Unconsciously, our hearts
drew closer.
One day, she and her husband had a quarrel. I said, "Come on, I'll take you out to clear your head."
So I drove her north of Toronto. It was early spring in April, and
the northern suburbs of Toronto were covered in green fields and hillsides ablaze with golden forsythia, a truly
delightful sight .
We drove aimlessly, and I listened to her vent. She talked about her husband's
various inconsiderate and bad habits, and she was quite angry. Looking at her beautiful face, I felt a surge of emotion, but
on the surface, I pretended to comfort her, occasionally making excuses for her husband and for us men—
hehe , actually just to show my kindness and make her like me more. When the opportunity arose, I also
tried to help her, pretending not to understand some of her husband's actions. In reality, I was using a "high-level sarcastic
" tactic.
Sure enough, she said to me: "Brother Pan, you're such a good person, even speaking up for my husband. But he's really
hopeless ..."
I continued driving, my heart pounding, comforting her with those words. Seizing a opportune moment, I
gripped the steering wheel with my left hand and held her hand with my right, murmuring a sigh: "
Xiaoying, you've really had a tough time. I'll have to talk to your husband about this and try to get him to understand you better..."
I said some seemingly comforting words, and holding her soft little hand, I was overjoyed!
While pretending to comfort her, I secretly and closely observed her reaction.
She seemed slightly surprised, but didn't react much. Perhaps
she didn't understand the situation, and besides, we were neighbors and close friends, so it wasn't appropriate for her to react.
A hint of shyness unconsciously crept into her eyes. And it was this suppressed
shyness that instantly aroused me, my desire blazing fiercely
... Truly, I love that faint blush!

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