The opposite

That was about six or seven years ago,
when I was a senior in college. I had just started renting a place with a friend.
It was an old-style apartment building, recommended by the department's administrative staff (it was one of their old buildings).
There were two apartments per floor. Across from mine lived a young couple.
We rarely saw each other. Students, after all, sleep late and come home late.
One summer evening, a sudden thunderstorm started, and I was home alone when the doorbell rang.
It was the woman across the hall, holding a baby.
Apparently, she had forgotten her keys. It seemed the sudden downpour had gotten her wet, and to keep her newborn baby from getting wet,
she wanted to stay there for a while and borrow the phone to call her husband and wait for him to return. (Back then, cell phones weren't so common.)
The sudden arrival of this guest caught me off guard; we'd barely even met before.
But I still invited her to sit down and we started exchanging pleasantries.
I learned she was five years older than me, lived in her parents' old house (the one across the street), and
had just given birth to a four-month-old baby boy. She was on unpaid leave to care for the child.
After a while, she said, "Excuse me, could I borrow some toilet paper or a hairdryer to dry my hair?"
Suddenly realizing my carelessness, I quickly grabbed a clean towel and hairdryer.
She asked, "Could you hold my baby for me?"
I replied, "Oh, sorry, I'll hold him for you."
Oh dear, how am I supposed to dry a baby's hair while holding him? Another clumsy mistake!
I quickly reported it, but I hadn't held such a small baby in a long time, so I was a bit stiff.
She watched my awkward way of holding him while drying her hair, laughing.
Her oval face was flushed, and her round lips made her look quite charming. She
was still a little out of breath from carrying the baby up and down the stairs after sheltering from the rain.
When I really looked at her closely, I realized she hadn't gained much weight since giving birth.
I was a little mesmerized when the baby's crying brought me back to reality.
Me: "Looks like he doesn't like me, his older brother, holding him."
Her: "Then I'll hold him.
" Me: "But you haven't dried it yet..."
She: "It's okay, I've already wiped it clean. I can dry it when I get home."
My gaze lingered on her, while her eyes swept over my living environment. Wow,
the boy's doghouse is completely exposed!
Me: "Sorry, boys' places are a bit messy."
She smiled: "Hehe, it's okay. My place isn't very tidy either. You'll see when you come.
" Me: "Yeah, I'll bother you sometime. "
We chatted like this, but the baby's crying seemed never to stop.
"It's probably a wet diaper. Can I borrow a place to change it?" She said that, so
I asked her to come to my room to change. I was in the living room,
and after a while, the baby stopped crying. I thought she must have changed him. I went into the room to help her take out the diaper and throw it away
(otherwise, she probably wouldn't know where to throw it).
But when I looked, I almost fainted
. Several buttons on her chest were undone, and a baby boy's mouth was suckling at her white, full breasts.
"I'm sorry," I quickly closed the door and went back to the living room. My mind went blank.
Although it only lasted a second or two, it felt like the scene was frozen in time. I don't
know how much time passed, but she came out of the room, her face flushed.
"I...I'm sorry, I thought you were done changing him, I wanted to say..." I stammered shyly,
"It's okay, it turns out he wasn't wet in the diaper, he was just hungry, so..."
But boys should study hard and not mess around . Lost in thought, she chuckled, "
It's almost time. My husband should be back soon, so I have to go. Thank you."
That ended our first encounter
. The next day, she invited me to her house for dinner. Her husband was there, so naturally, her gaze wasn't as unrestrained as before,
but whenever her eyes swept over her, the image of her breastfeeding that day involuntarily surfaced.
After that, when we met, we were more friendly and would chat like friends.
I enjoy swimming, and since it was the height of summer, it was a good way to cool off.
One afternoon, I was swimming in the pool near my place. Just after finishing one lap,
someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind. It was her. It turned out she was trying to lose weight; she was five or six kilograms heavier than before giving birth.
Looking at her, I thought she had a great figure. Maybe it's just that I like a fuller figure,
haha, especially her bust, which was quite alluring. Wearing a swimming cap, her face was wet... She looked much more delicate
than a woman who had just given birth.
Although she was wearing a light blue one-piece swimsuit, she looked much better than the last time I caught a glimpse of her.
After chatting for a while, I continued swimming. After swimming a few laps, I noticed she wasn't swimming much.
Apparently, she wasn't very good at breathing. I teased her, saying, "Miss, you can't breathe properly and you're still swimming? Showing off your figure!"
It turned out she just wanted to exercise, but she didn't usually like to exercise and sweat.
Swimming was the best option in the summer, or at least she could play in the water. Plus, it was close to home, so she could exercise while the child was asleep.
I used to love swimming, so I became her coach, teaching her simple kicking techniques and breathing.
Of course, some physical contact was inevitable. This was torture for my impetuous young man, who had previously harbored fantasies. My
unruly little brother started to react. I don't know where I got the courage, but
while teaching her kicking techniques, my hand went upwards... The slightest movement went unnoticed by her focused study;
the thrill of this stealthy touch made my hand, which had been resting on my waist, restless and unconsciously moved upwards.
During the exercise, even a slight change in posture caused my hand to touch what I longed for.
Suddenly, she seemed to notice, blushing, taking a breath, and turning to look at me. I was startled.
She said her legs were a little sore, and that was enough for today's workout.
I said okay, I should go back then. Once ashore, I realized my penis was still throbbing.
Wearing swim trunks, the reaction was obvious; it was embarrassing to be seen. I quickly took off my swim cap
to cover myself, then rushed to change
and went back with her. She invited me to her house for a drink;
my place didn't have air conditioning, so I thought it would be nice to come over and enjoy the cool air.
I sat in the living room, while she went into the bedroom to check on the child, who seemed to still be asleep.
She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, sitting next to me in a tank top and beach shorts. As
we chatted,
she said, "You should have a girlfriend now, right?"
I replied, "Yeah...we broke up about six months ago...
" She said, "Yeah, I guess so, otherwise we'd be going on dates or something!"
I nodded
. She laughed, "And then I wouldn't be having these kinds of wild thoughts."
I exclaimed in surprise: "Ah............!!!
Could it be that she really found out what I was doing?" Just as I was about to explain and confess,
she laughed: "Last time I was in your room, I peeked into some things I shouldn't have seen. I'm sorry."
I said: "Peeked into................???"
She replied: "Just some magazine pictures, you know
how it is." It was like a bolt from the blue! I felt like a character in a comic book suddenly freezing and cracking. Damn
it, I was doing DIY that afternoon and didn't put things away properly. Maybe even the toilet paper on the bed was seen.
I was embarrassed and forced a smile
, but to save face, I generously said, "Boys are all like that, right? It's okay."
She also looked curious, and we started talking about this topic.
We sat closer and closer, and her expression became more and more charming and excited.
She seemed to notice this change and suddenly fell silent. The previously warm atmosphere instantly cooled down.
She got up and said she was going to check on the child. I don't know where I got the courage, but
I grabbed her hand and sat down, saying: "Can I hold her for a bit?"
While she was still hesitating, my hand was already on her. "Such a warm feeling,"
I touched her through her t-shirt. I could still feel that warm, rapid heartbeat.
She struggled a little, but I didn't pull her hand away forcefully. She
turned her head and said, "We can't do this... I'm already..." Before she could finish speaking,
I sealed her lips with mine. Her struggle intensified, but I felt like a wild beast unleashed, showing no fear.
To be honest, my kissing skills are pretty good; most girls I've dated have found them quite irresistible.
Under this onslaught, my hands didn't stop, roaming over her body. Her struggle gradually calmed down, turning into rapid breathing.
My hand slipped inside her loose t-shirt, exploring the breasts I'd been dreaming of. She gasped, and I was startled too. Her
nipples were already erect, with an unprecedented softness and size.
I pulled up her t-shirt, and our kiss ended. She said, "No, we can't... Ah..."
My lips immediately pressed against her breasts. They were really big
. Slowly, her hands, which had initially tried to push my head away, began to hug my back.
To be honest, I was a little timid at first, but now... At that point, I didn't care about anything anymore, not even afraid of someone suddenly coming back.
Looking back now, I was really fearless...
Soon, I took off her top. I playfully moved her hand to my crotch, stroking my already hard penis,
pressing it down to keep it from slipping away. Then I took off her beach shorts, enjoying the real touch of her jade-like hands. Before long
, our naked bodies were intertwined on the sofa, accompanied by low, panting breaths.
Under my caresses, her private parts were already wet. I breathed into her ear and said, "You're so beautiful, give it to me... please..."
She just panted and shook her head, but was still rubbing. "Ah..." When I went in a little, she let out a sound,
but that feeling wasn't enough. At that moment, I slowly slid the whole thing in.
"Ah," "Ah, so big and full." Both of them cried out in pleasure.
Compared to the girl's, it was quite tight, but the elasticity, heat, and moisture inside were far superior.
There was no turning back now; the movements became more intense and frequent.
My lips pressed against hers again, and she began to move in rhythm with my movements, her arms and legs wrapped around me.
I don't know how long it took, but seeing that she was close to her climax, I was close too. Due to our position, I couldn't pull away, and
a surge of heat flowed into her body.
I lay on her soft breasts, panting, continuing to kiss and caress
her. After a while, a child cried out. She said, "You're pressing down on me so hard. I need to get up and wash. I need to check on the child
." I replied, "Oh, I'm sorry." She quickly got up, covering herself with her clothes, and went into the bathroom.
In the living room, I was thinking about how to explain
when I came out. I said, "I'm sorry, how should I put it? I couldn't control myself, I hope you can forgive me..."
She said, "What's the use of saying all this now... It's already too late..." Actually, I was wrong too...
It turns out that since she became pregnant several months ago, her husband hadn't been intimate with her. Before,
he was worried about the fetus; after having a child, it would be inconvenient to take care of them, and their interest couldn't be matched with time.
She couldn't openly say so.
But after we had physical contact at the pool, her desire started to stir. Plus, her previous impression of me was quite good,
so she made a mistake.
Although neither of us said anything about this, we both knew it was a secret. Afterwards
, she avoided me a bit, but after some coaxing, she went out with me and we had sex once.
From then on, we maintained this physical relationship for over a year until I joined the army.
Because of the location, most of our time was spent with her. As a student, I didn't have much money to go to hotels.
However, after she returned to work, we had less time together.
But compared to her husband, she did have sex with me more often during that period.
Perhaps it was the pleasure, plus I was young and my desires were high, so I often
gave her different kinds of satisfaction (that's what she told me...).
Of course, there were also sex in every corner of her house (dormitory, bathroom, living room ). There are traces of both of us in everything.
My place is also there, but because it's a bit messy, she prefers to stay with me.
When I was on leave from the military and went back to Taipei, I would visit her. Not long after I was discharged, she got pregnant with her second child,
and I started working and got a girlfriend, so we gradually stopped having sex. But I still miss that time.
Of course, we did some fun things together and tried many different things. I'll share them with you if I have the chance.
PS1: That time was purely accidental, but I later found out that I
didn't have my period while breastfeeding, so I couldn't get pregnant. So I enjoyed this carefree time until I weaned her,
and it was also the first time I tasted "breast milk." To be honest, it didn't taste like much...
PS2: Seriously, don't ask me if the second child was mine. To be honest, I don't know. I've had
my doubts, but even if you ask me or she asks me, she probably won't admit it...

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