Property Management Young Woman

I want to talk about Fen because she's so important to me. Being with her, I felt no burden, because she already had a son, and I felt like I was the one at a disadvantage. Adopting this self-righteous, pretentious attitude, I wasn't polite to her from the start. She had a somewhat aloof personality; after all, she was good-looking and had a great figure, and her family wasn't short of money, what she lacked was a confidant. This was exactly what I wanted, wasn't it? Being a self-righteous pretentious person was my advantage. The routine was the same: first, we chatted, then she complained about her love life, and after we got to know each other, we'd occasionally talk about 18+ topics.

About a month later, one night she suddenly texted me, asking if I had time to go out with her to a place. I drove to the bar she mentioned, and when I got there, I found her with some friends. I instantly realized she was using me as a figurehead; her husband, a fat, nouveau riche, wasn't presentable, so she was using me to save face. Here's the key point: she said she was dizzy from drinking and asked me to play a few rounds of dice for her. I said I was driving and didn't drink. She said she'd drink if she lost. I said she was drunk and we should go home. She was clearly unhappy, and with the others egging me on, I suddenly stood up, extended my "God's Right Hand," and my imposing aura instantly intimidated the few punks. The feeling of dominating in my youth returned, and I thought, "You bunch of brats, when I was making my name, you were still breastfeeding!" Sure enough, God favored me; a flurry of attacks, and I lost three rounds in a row. She downed three glasses of wine in one go and leaned on my shoulder, I couldn't tell if she was really drunk or just pretending (I later learned it was a mix of both). At this point, most people would probably have started groping her, right? But as a saint of pretense, and more importantly, a saint, I always uphold the principle of not taking advantage of others in distress. How could I so easily lose my saintly aura? I solemnly helped her up and said, "You've had too much to drink. I'll take you home—no, I mean, I'll take you home." At that moment, she suddenly grabbed my arm and said, "Don't move, I'm dizzy." And so, we embraced. The DJ on stage was screaming wildly, but my heart was eerily still. Holding her soft body, smelling her perfume, my sacred left hand finally gave in. The black stockings I'd longed for, her fiery red lips—I couldn't resist kissing her. She opened her hazy eyes, looked at me, and then leaned in for a wet kiss, caresses—everything was so beautiful. My little brother instantly became erect. After what seemed like an eternity, a young guy next to us suddenly shouted, "What are you two doing?" Everyone laughed. She shyly buried her head in my chest. I glanced at the young guy and said she'd had too much to drink, and I was taking her home. More teasing ensued. I helped her to the car, straightened her clothes, and said, "Drink less in the future; it's bad for your health," before driving her home. Downstairs in the parking lot, in the back seat, I started groping her. She was panting heavily, very wet, her breasts fragrant. Having given birth, they were a little soft, not as firm as an A-cup. Her nipples were large and slightly darker. I lowered my head and took them in my mouth, and she started trembling. Then she started touching my burning little brother, exclaiming how hot it was. I said, "Your sister is hot too, should we meet?" She didn't answer, so I took the opportunity to lift her skirt, pulling her stockings down to her knees. I ignored her almost thong panties; they weren't very tight, very wet, and very hot. I went straight in. She let out a soft moan, her body tensing as she hugged me. I said, like a saint, "Did I hurt you? " Her response was a restless writhing. My car finally made its long-lost creaking sound, echoing in the garage late at night…

To be honest, I was pretty good. Up and down, left and right, I quickly couldn't hold back. Could I ejaculate inside? No, not safe. So I pulled out, lowered my head and took it in, my tongue barely swirling around before I came. I was about to hand her some tissues when she suddenly pounced on me and kissed me while I wasn't looking. Holy crap, I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I ended up tasting my own offspring! The fishy smell was intoxicating. I yelled, "What are you doing?" She replied, "I'm not taking advantage of you, we'll share." She swallowed, and I spat it out. That was the only time, and the last. After that, I was always wary of her being so mischievous. She giggled and asked, "Was it good?" I said, "No." Seeing I was a little angry, she came over and hugged me, saying, "I like it." Damn, who could resist that? Another round of passionate kisses ensued… After a long, tender moment, I helped her straighten her clothes, and she went upstairs. I went home too. From then on, we stopped hiding our relationship. She said she hadn't done it in a very long time. I said, "Isn't serving you enough, you fat guy?" She replied, "I'm an impotent man, we've been sleeping in separate rooms for years." I said, "Let's keep in touch."

From then on, we really did keep in touch. Because she worked in the property management office in our community, we could see each other every day if we wanted. At first, we met once or twice a week, mostly for sex in the car. I also adopted a slow and steady approach, enjoying the relationship gradually, since I couldn't put all my eggs in one basket; I had other options. However, I clearly underestimated Fen's potential. A young woman's desires are bottomless. Slowly, she started asking me when I'd be back. If I was late, she'd "voluntarily work overtime" to wait for me, basically five days a week, full attendance… At first, I didn't want to bring her home; I was afraid of gossip from the neighbors, after all, I'm still a handsome virgin. But she was customer service, and she quickly found out my address. One Saturday, before I was even fully awake, she knocked on the door and came in, saying it was a "warmth-giving" event by the property management. Hehe, it was indeed very warm down there—a professional outfit with black stockings, who could resist? From then on, things spiraled out of control, and it started to feel like we were living together. She would do housework and cook for me, and our relationship rapidly intensified. But, that's how men are; if you keep putting all your eggs in one basket, there will always be some regrets. I also started occasionally dipping my toes in other baskets, but after a while, I couldn't keep up.

This went on for about three or four months. She started leaving get off work later and later each day, and rumors started circulating. Somehow, it reached Fatty's ears, and he started picking her up from get off work every day. But her job was to provide comfort, so he couldn't exactly follow her around while doing it. After that, I'd usually come home from work, she'd come over for a passionate encounter, and then she'd go home with Fatty. The most interesting thing was that I liked to have her lean against the window, watching Fatty's car parked on the street, while I penetrated her from behind, singing "The Green Grassland Song"—it was very pleasant. This went on for about half a year. We had sex in the car, at the movies, on the rooftop, in the open, using all sorts of things… except for anal sex (which I couldn't accept). Then something unexpected happened: she got pregnant, though she didn't know if it was mine or Fatty's (we had been intimate once after she was drunk). She wanted to divorce her husband and be with me. At first, I didn't care, but then I chickened out. Although I had developed some feelings for her, she was married with a child, and I couldn't accept it. We had a lot of arguments, leaving me exhausted both physically and mentally. The pleasure I felt from ejaculating inside her finally came back to haunt me. In the end, I had an abortion. She quit her job and refused to see me. Later, I visited her at her house as a friend and we had sex there, from the bedroom to the living room and then to the bathroom—it was quite exciting to think about. Finally, I ejaculated inside her from behind while looking in the mirror. She was incredibly nervous, afraid of her husband coming back, but I was going all out; I wanted to make the breakup sex perfect. She's naturally tight, and the more nervous she was, the tighter she gripped, making it feel like I was having sex with a virgin, causing my penis to hurt. Later, she blocked me. I learned from the property manager that she was divorced and moved to another city. Now, I only have a gray profile picture on my end.

[The End]

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