[The Girl Next Door in Summer] (The End) Author: Unknown

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Last July was unbearably hot. I was busy with work, and my wife and sister-in-law were traveling in Xinjiang. They
'd been gone for three days, and I just spoke to them on the phone; they'd just returned from Kanas Lake and would be gone for a few more days. I told them to enjoy themselves.

I sat alone on the sofa, drinking beer, watching a TV drama on which a group of directors and screenwriters were
chatting about over a hot pot.

I'd wanted to go out, but it was too hot, and after celebrating yesterday's deal until dawn,
I was too lazy to move, so I just passed the time like this.

It was past ten o'clock. I took a shower, put on shorts, and waited for my hair to dry so I could go to bed early. Just as I was
about to finish my cigarette and go to sleep, the doorbell rang. I couldn't help but wonder who could be coming so late. Why
didn't they call? Maybe some guy was drunk and coming to bother me. Reluctantly, I got up and
opened the door without asking who it was. To my surprise, both I and the person outside were stunned.

Standing in the doorway was a woman in a sheer nightgown. Seeing her flushed face, I remembered helping
her pick up some fruit that had spilled from the plastic bags on the stairs once. She was my neighbor across the hall.

Because it was an apartment building, neighbors rarely interacted. My contact with her was limited to that one time I
helped her. We arrived at the same time and went our separate ways. Our conversation consisted of her politely thanking me, and me replying that I was welcome.

After that, we would just nod and smile as a greeting when we met on the stairs.

Seeing her dressed like that now really surprised me, and we were both a little
embarrassed .

She said urgently, "Excuse me, could I use your phone?"

She glanced worriedly at the stairs, afraid someone might come up.

My mind raced; as I answered, I wondered what might have happened to her—maybe she'd
locked herself in.

After I invited her in, she quickly came in. A strong scent of shampoo
and shower gel told me she'd just showered.

I closed the door and told her where the phone was. As she walked towards it, she would pass the floor lamp I'd left on . I'd turned off the main
light in the living room because I was getting ready for bed. The light illuminated her long, slender legs under her sheer skirt, a sight that was
quite a shock. A surge of heat rose in my stomach, and without thinking, I turned the main light back on.

The room suddenly became bright, which startled her. She said urgently, "Could you turn off the light?"

I explained guiltily, "I was afraid you couldn't see clearly," and

turned off the light. In that short time, I had already seen her naked body under her sheer skirt.

Now I'm certain she went out after showering, and it wasn't to see someone off, because no woman would dress like that to see someone
off. Dressing like that means she dresses like this at home. So she must have gone out to take out the trash .
The garbage chute in this building is half a floor down, that's for sure.

She was rapidly pressing the buttons, and I was praying no one would answer, so I wouldn't be
alone . Thinking this, a surge of heat made my body hot, and my shorts couldn't hide my
erection. My eyes were fixed on the flickering screen, all my nerves focused on her.

After a few minutes of her anxious muttering, she hung up the phone in disappointment. I could only ask, "What's wrong?
Did you lock yourself in?"

She moved a little into the shadows and said, "I went out to take out the trash, and I closed the door. I've done it before
, and I never closed the door."

I'd had similar experiences, so I said confidently, "Did you turn on the range hood?"

She was surprised and immediately understood why she was locked out.

"Ah, that's it, what do I do?"

"Who did you call?"

I asked with concern.

"My parents have a key, but no one's home. Where could she be so late?"

She was anxious and at a loss, her expression turning extremely dejected.

"Don't worry, call again later. Sit down for a bit,"

I comforted her.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Could I borrow a coat?"

I pretended to be clueless and asked, "Are you cold?" I

went to the door, grabbed my coat, and handed it to her. She seemed more at ease after putting it on, and came over to sit on
the sofa. Suddenly, she said, "Could I borrow a set of clothes? I'll go get the key."

I chuckled inwardly. At that moment, her anxiety had severely impaired her judgment, and she blurted out,
"How will you get it if your parents aren't home?"

She sighed dejectedly and helplessly.

I started to plan, deciding to try and tell her I could climb over from the balcony. I knew it was
impossible , but I wanted to see her reaction. If she only thought of herself and didn't consider my
safety at all, I would give up, because it would cause trouble.

If she worriedly tried to stop me, it would show her kindness, and even if it worked, there wouldn't be any problems.

Sure enough, I voiced my thoughts. We went to the balcony, and she immediately gave up, saying, "How can we get over here?
No , it's too dangerous."

I said, "I'll try."

I climbed onto the balcony windowsill, and she nervously grabbed me, saying, "No, it's too dangerous, come down."

I went back inside the balcony and said, "Then what should we do? If you can't sleep here, I'll make do in the living room
."

She looked at me warily, seeing sincerity in my eyes, and said helplessly, "I'll make another call."

She went to make the call, and I followed her back to the living room. She sat back down on the sofa, disappointed again. I
poured her a glass of water.

We started chatting. She told me her husband was away on a business trip. Because he was a sales manager, he traveled frequently, and she
had no choice but to go to great lengths to make ends meet.

As we gradually got to know each other, I told her my wife was on vacation. We chatted a bit, and I jokingly said,
"Looks like we're destined to be together. My wife's on vacation, and your husband's away on a business trip. Heaven has arranged for us two lonely people
to be alone one room."

She shyly agreed, saying, "Don't overthink it. It was an accident. But then again, I don't know why
, I usually go to bed early, but I couldn't sleep tonight, so I tidied up the room. I didn't expect this to happen
. I'm really sorry to bother you so late."

"It's nothing. It's just fate. When I opened the door, I thought one of my best friends was drunk."
"I didn't expect her to be so beautiful, and..."

I paused, considering her reaction. If she got angry, I'd have no chance; if she didn't,
my chances were much better.

Sure enough, she asked, "And what?"

A slightly lewd smile appeared on my face. Not wanting to miss this golden opportunity, I said, "Don't get angry."

She nodded, and I continued, "And you're dressed so sexily, it made me lose control."

Hearing this, she naturally looked down at herself, pulled down the front of the dress draped over her shoulders, and suddenly became
embarrassed saying, "Don't say it, it's so embarrassing."

Her face flushed, but she looked at me.

"Don't pull it down, why cover up such a pretty nightgown, especially your body underneath? Let me see some more,
okay?"

I began to arouse her desire, and she suddenly said nervously, "What did you see? No!"

I didn't say anything, just looked at her with eyes full of desire.

She understood my meaning from my eyes, and stood up demurely, saying, "I'm leaving."

I stood up and stopped her, saying, "How can you go out dressed like this?"

"I'll call again; they might be back."

She turned around nervously, and I grabbed her arms. She backed away, trying to break free.

I didn't hold her tightly; she slumped into the sofa. I moved closer, leaning down to look at her, my hands
on the armrests, preventing her from escaping. She looked up at me, her eyes showing tension,
a fleeting hint of coy resistance, and said, "What are you doing? Don't do this."

I didn't speak, just looked at her with eyes full of love and desire, inching closer to her. She
watched me approach, her eyes fixed on me, her mind constantly thinking, "Reject—give up—reject—give up…
"

This thought was undisguised in her eyes, and her slender fingers, gripping her clothes,
appeared even whiter.

When my head was close enough for her to feel my breath, she turned her head away, simultaneously letting go of
her clothes and pushing against my shoulders to stop me from getting any closer. She said, "Please don't do this. I'm not a
promiscuous woman. Please don't do this."

Her hands were weak and powerless as she pushed me away. Women can be really interesting sometimes. Even after giving up resisting, they still
make such confessions, wanting a man to acknowledge that she's not doing this out of lust. They take their reservedness when clothed to the extreme, but
become completely uninhibited once they're naked.

I didn't continue because her breasts were exposed after she let go of her clothes. I looked down
closely at the two protrusions under her nightgown and her chest and abdomen rising and falling with tense, rapid breathing. She sensed my cessation
and turned to look at me. Seeing where my gaze was, she let out a soft moan and returned her hands to her chest. I took the opportunity to kiss her and embrace her
at the same time .

After being kissed on the lips, she immediately turned her head, simultaneously bending her arms and pressing them against my shoulders again, urgently saying,
"No, don't do this, I'm going to scream."

I whispered in her ear, "Go ahead and scream. You came to my house dressed like this,
what will Even if you accuse me of rape, I'll accept it, because I like you."

After saying that, I didn't give her a chance, pulling one hand out and grabbing her full breast.

She twisted, but not violently, her mouth still avoiding my kiss. I pressed my middle finger against the protrusion in the center of her breast,
pressing it into her breast, kneading it from slow to fast. As I rapidly shook my hand, she let out
a sound of complete surrender from her throat: "No!"

Her hands went from pushing to tightly gripping my shoulders, and then, because she was huddled in the sofa and couldn't breathe, she had no choice
but to tilt her head back and open her throat, letting me forcefully press it against her.

I released her breasts, slipped my hand under her skirt, and caressed her smooth buttocks. My other hand
reached under the shoulder strap and grasped her full, soft breasts. My other hand moved forward, tracing upwards along the smooth inner thigh.
She tensed and squeezed her thighs together, pleading, "No, please."

I ignored her weak, half-hearted pleas. My fingers persistently landed on her mons
pubis, covered in dense, soft pubic hair. I parted the soft flesh of her inner thighs with my middle finger, rubbing her hot labia against the outside of her thin panties
. She couldn't help but let out an unbearable moan, weakly grabbing my wrist
to stop my movements.

I patiently peered through her delicate, barely concealed body, searching for the clitoris at the crevice that could subdue her.
She knew my intentions, and tried to pull my hand away with increasing force… I could feel
the internal struggle within her. Lust surged within her, urging her to give up resistance and revel in the thrill
of . Reason and morality, however, demanded resistance, forbidding her from committing a crime.

But the churning passion within her told her to give up. Dressed like this,
coming to a house with only one man so late at night—even if she accused him of rape, how many people would believe her?
Give up resistance, experience a passion she'd never felt before. Besides
, her sex life with her husband had lost its initial passion and become routine due to his work. She
had to ; giving up would bring satisfaction, and this one time wouldn't affect her family.

As lust gradually gained the upper hand, her resistance weakened.

I could sense the change in her mind, so I quickened my teasing movements. To completely
pull her from reason into the sea of desire, I increased the pressure on her already hardened nipples. The pain stimulated her subconscious desire to be conquered
, and she weakly said, "Gently, it hurts."

I relaxed and switched to gentle caresses. My fingers had already parted her modesty, and using the
constantly flowing, slippery fluid, I easily found her swollen clitoris... The rapid
teasing of my fingers made her limp all over. I knew it was time, so I suddenly picked her up. The sudden weightlessness
made her tense up and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I held her tightly in the bedroom.

I placed her on the bed and, without giving her time to react, removed her skirt and panties. Then I stopped
and looked at her with loving eyes, my hand resting on her full, soft breasts without making any further movement.
Surprised and confused, she opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed in shyness. When she saw my gaze, she panicked and
ashamed, quickly turning her head away and closing her eyes again.

I whispered in her ear, full of affection and seduction, "Open your eyes and look at me."

She shook her head. I grasped the tip of her breast with my fingers, slowly increasing the pressure. She sensed my
persistence and said, "No,"

but still opened her eyes and looked at me. As I slowly approached her tense, panting lips, she suddenly
wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me tightly. Her tongue licked her lips, searching
for mine. I met her tongue, and we intertwined.

I knew she had completely given up resisting. I began to caress her beautiful skin intensely, my hand reaching
between her legs. She instinctively parted her legs, and I inserted my fingers into her wet, slippery vulva, pressing my thumb against her clitoris.
While probing her hot vulva, I vigorously rubbed her clitoris, and she couldn't help but let out
joyful moans.

I slowly moved away from her body and between her legs. She knew I was looking at her already aroused and parted
labia, and shamefully covered her genitals with her hands. I pulled her hands away, and she couldn't help but say, "Don't look."

I used my hands to gently separate her pubic hair, which was wet and sticky with her bodily fluids, and gently parted her two small labia. She
looked up at me in confusion and said, "What are you doing?"

I smiled mischievously and kissed her. She

gasped in surprise, "Oh!" I knew she had never experienced anything like this before, and her words after the gasp confirmed my judgment.

She said, "No, it's dirty."

I looked up and said, "How could it be? This is a sign that I like you."

After saying that, I took her clitoris into my mouth and licked it with my hot tongue. She trembled all over from the stimulation, and kept
making various uncontrollable moans.

Soon her body stiffened, her hands gripping my head, her hips responding to my licking, emitting
suppressed cries of pleasure from her primal instincts. I knew she had climaxed. To make her remember it, I
gently bit her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm. "Ah, I'm going to die, ah!"

After she calmed down a bit, I climbed on top of her, holding her head in my hands, and asked, "Was it good?"

She no longer avoided my gaze, looking at me with an incredulous yet infatuated look, nodding,
then turning her head away in shame, her hands embracing me, pressing her smooth breasts between our chests.

I reached out and guided my already erect penis, sliding it between her labia, softly saying, "Can I
go inside ? Are you willing to give yourself to me?"

She turned her head, looking at me with eyes full of spring tide and love, nodding and gently lifting her hips,
giving me the signal to welcome her.

As I entered her, she lost all restraint. She wrapped her arms around me, moaning softly,
showering my face with kisses, her legs entwined around mine, responding instinctively to my thrusts.

Twenty minutes later, after a near-exhausting climax, she clung to me, refusing to let me off,
tears streaming down her face. Reason returned to her senses, and I gently wiped away her tears, asking softly, "Was it good?"

She gave a soft "Mmm."

We remained like that for a long time before she pushed me away, got up, and went to the bathroom. Watching her beautiful back and the swaying
of her hips as she walked, my erection returned. I didn't follow. I lit a cigarette, watching the bathroom doorway,
waiting for her to emerge from the bath.

She didn't come out for a long time. A little worried, I got up and went into the bathroom. I saw her sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

Seeing me come in, she immediately clutched her full breasts with one hand and covered her crotch with the other,
looking at me with tear-reddened eyes, full of grievance and sorrow. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as I went over and hugged her, saying, "Don't do this, be careful not to
catch a cold ."

I took a bath towel and wrapped it around her shoulders,

then helped her out of bed. Once in bed, she didn't say anything. When I hugged her, she obediently snuggled into my arms.

After a long while, she gently pushed me away, saying, "How can I face my husband after this?!"

I hugged her even tighter, "You'll still be a good wife when you go back tomorrow. This is a blessing from our past lives.
You don't need to blame yourself. Any man would be moved by a woman as outstanding as you."

Women are always happy to accept praise.

The next day, she left wearing my shirt and jeans. I looked forward to our meeting when she returned the clothes.

(The End)

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