An unexpected romantic encounter

Not many apartments in our neighborhood are finished being renovated yet. I'm one of them. Their apartment started renovations after mine, and surprisingly, they finished before me, giving me the opportunity to visit and meet the woman who would become the subject of this romantic encounter. She was about 168cm tall, slim, so she was probably quite tall as well. Her hair was permed and draped over her delicate shoulders. Actually, we only met once.

Then one day, I came home from work and found the area around my apartment covered in red confetti from firecrackers. Puzzled, I looked up and saw she had gotten married and moved into her new home. A strange fantasy crept into my mind, wondering if there would be any exciting sounds that evening. Passing by her apartment, I even felt a surge of desire. This woman was about to be with another man; just thinking about it was satisfying.

So, every day when I passed her apartment, whenever I saw a light, my mind would wander. The small windows of the bathrooms in each apartment in our neighborhood open onto the stairwell above. Sometimes, when I heard light or the sound of running water coming from her bathroom, I even had the urge to do something, and it kept escaping to my doorstep. It was quite arousing. Because I paid close attention to her home, I noticed that she lived almost entirely alone, and I really didn't know what her husband did for a living. What

captivated me most was that day when I skipped work to go home, and I unexpectedly ran into her at the entrance of the complex. She was dressed so beautifully, absolutely stunning. I didn't dare look directly at her for too long, just glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. She walked quickly, her graceful figure dancing in the cold autumn air. I really felt a surge of lust. When I got home, I turned on my computer and went on a spree!

Yesterday, the power company sent me a text message saying I owed money. Damn it, I was furious—how could that be? My electricity bills are paid by the bank. So I went to question them. What a coincidence! The staff asked if my number was ************, and I said yes. Then they asked if I lived in ** Elementary School, Building *, 4th floor. I immediately realized the problem—I live on the 5th floor! That was the mistake. Suddenly, I remembered that she lived on the 4th floor, and suddenly even this mistake seemed beautiful. So, I kindly told the staff that I would go back and inform the homeowner on the fourth floor.

Haha, what an opportunity! My hands were trembling a little when I knocked on the door; I was so excited. The door opened, and she was wearing cotton pajamas, or maybe loungewear, her permed hair still draped over her delicate shoulders. She warmly asked what I needed, and I said the electricity company wanted me to tell her about the overdue bill. She politely invited me in for a short while and offered me tea as a thank you. She was the only one in the house—perfect! Everything seemed premeditated. I felt the air in the room become more romantic. Ah… tea, tea, casual conversation. I won't go into the small talk/

the crucial moment came when she got up and went to the master bedroom's bathroom. "Let me watch TV." I watched her go into the bedroom, then exclaimed, "I'll just take a look around!" And so, a bold plan was born… My blood boiled, and I steeled myself, quietly opening the door to the master bedroom and directly onto the bathroom door. She was sitting on the beautiful toilet, frozen there… Neither of us said a word. I thought to myself, if she got angry, I'd just say I'd been visiting and accidentally come to the wrong place. Time passed eerily, as if an eternity had elapsed. Unexpectedly, she didn't make a sound. She picked up the toilet paper, wiped herself clean, and quietly got dressed, her face flushed. I don't know where I got the courage, but I rushed forward, picked her up, and threw her onto the soft new bed. Good heavens, I suddenly cupped her face in my hands and kissed her lips… At first, she was a little reluctant, but as I kissed her slowly, her little tongue began to cooperate. I saw her breathing become a little rapid… My hands began to caress her. Even through the fabric, I could feel her nipples gradually hardening. The lower half of her breast, supported by my palms, was as soft as cotton, and the parts my fingers touched were incredibly elastic. I couldn't bear to let go of these youthful breasts. Everyone knows that a woman who has just had sex feels amazing... I gently caressed her, kissing her softly... Her pajamas were easy to remove, and she was revealed before me, perfect, utterly captivating, just as I had hoped. Under my caresses, she finally breathed heavily, and I ran my hand down her long, slender thighs to her genitals. There were full mounds, sparsely veiled pubic hair, and a few fine hairs on her labia, cutely curled, yet the vulva was tightly closed, forming only a slit that left much to the imagination. Most unbearable of all, it was oozing a slippery substance. I couldn't hold back any longer... Everything happened quietly. Like a dream.

I almost forgot how it was over, how I left, how I got home. What a perfect dream, I didn't want to wake up. I wonder if this is just the beginning, foreshadowing more stories... God, how could this day have come? I still can't understand! >

[The End]

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