Dongguan female neighbor

Fortunately, I ran into her again two weeks later. It was around eight or nine in the morning. I went downstairs to the supermarket to buy some things, and when I returned to the lobby, I saw her waiting for the elevator. She was carrying a delivery box, and there was a rather large package at her feet. Her hair looked a little messy, probably because she had just woken up. She was wearing a very loose short-sleeved shirt, long enough to cover her hips, and I couldn't tell if she was wearing anything underneath. I went up to greet her, and after a few words, the elevator arrived. We were the only two people in the lobby, and she asked me to help her with her things, which I readily agreed to. When the elevator reached my floor, I stepped out and was about to leave when she said to wait a moment and asked if I could help her carry it to her door. She said no one was home, and it would be inconvenient for her to open the door and carry her things by herself. I said yes, and I helped her carry it up and put it inside. She then added me on WeChat, saying that neighbors could help each other out if needed. After that, we often chatted on WeChat, talking about work, hobbies, exchanging our thoughts, and sharing interesting things we saw. Gradually, we became familiar with each other. Occasionally, after dinner, if we were both free, we'd meet up for a walk along the river. She's from Hunan and has been living in Dongguan for several years. She's been divorced for a year and now has a child in elementary school. She said she married too young, married the wrong person, wasted her youth, and now that she's old, no one wants her. I said, "No way! You still look like a young girl." She said I was being glib, but I wasn't. Although she's not particularly beautiful, she maintains a really good figure because she goes to the gym regularly. The turning point came on a hot night. I was writing at home that day, and because I was in a rush to finish a manuscript, I didn't finish until 2 a.m. Just as I was about to brush my teeth, wash up, and go to bed, I suddenly received a WeChat message from her. She asked if I was asleep, and I said no, and asked if something was wrong. She replied that nothing was wrong, she was just feeling down and couldn't sleep because of the heat, and wanted to talk to someone. I wasn't really keen on it at first; I was feeling sleepy after finishing my writing and wanted to rest. Just as I was about to find an excuse to refuse, she suddenly suggested, "How about we go up to the rooftop and get some fresh air?" Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind: her wearing black jeans that day, her buttocks tightly encased. My drowsiness vanished instantly, and I felt a surge of energy rushing up my groin. Without a word, I agreed, even grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge on my way out. When I got to the rooftop, she was already waiting for me, wearing a thin black nightgown. We found a place to sit, enjoying the breeze and our drinks. I asked her what was bothering her, and she said nothing, seeming hesitant. I kept pressing her, and finally she said she'd been divorced for over a year, focusing all her attention on her child, but sometimes she felt tired and longed for companionship, feeling empty and wanting someone to talk to. I didn't know how to comfort her; I was speechless. This was the first time I'd encountered something like this, and we remained silent for a while. I took out a cigarette from my bag (I still smoked back then, a mild menthol cigarette), lit it, and started smoking to ease the awkwardness. She looked at me and offered me a puff. I gave it to her, but she choked after taking a puff. I laughed and reached for it, grabbing her hand in the process. Our eyes met, and I chickened out, avoiding her gaze and taking the cigarette back. She laughed, teasing me, asking if I was shy. I said no, but she kept laughing. I got impatient, threw the cigarette away, and grabbed her, showering her with kisses. She was initially surprised, but gradually relaxed and started to reciprocate. I reached for her breasts with one hand and started groping her buttocks with the other. Suddenly, I remembered there were security cameras on the roof. I told her there were cameras there and we should find another spot. She looked around and noticed them too. So we walked around the roof, but couldn't find a suitable place. Many people grew vegetables there, and the food didn't taste very good. I was incredibly hard, and my lust was overwhelming, so I suggested going to her place. She said no, her son was sleeping. I said what was there to be afraid of? It was so late; he was fast asleep. Half-heartedly, I coaxed her downstairs. As soon as we entered, I hugged her, kissed her, and groped her buttocks with my hands. She said, "Not here, let's go to the room." We didn't turn on the lights, tiptoed into the room, and she turned on the bedside lamp. It wasn't too bright or too dim, just enough to see, very romantic. We started undressing each other. I was impatient; it had been almost six months since we'd done it. I spent ages unhooking her bra, almost tearing it off completely. She told me not to rush, to lie down on the bed first. She slowly took off her clothes, climbed on top of me, and started kissing me, then moving downwards. She was very skilled; I almost couldn't hold back during oral sex. When it was time, she put a condom on me. We started with her on top; because she works out regularly, she had good waist strength and kept rocking on top. Because we hadn't done it for a while, I quickly ejaculated, feeling a little embarrassed. After resting on the bed for a while, under her constant teasing, after about ten minutes, I got back to it. This time, I stood by the bed, and she bent over on the bed with her buttocks raised. I was thrusting wildly from behind. From this angle, I could clearly observe her big buttocks; the fleshiness, shape, and the feel of impact were almost perfect. Watching my penis going in and out, creating waves of flesh, felt unparalleled. I couldn't help but slap her buttocks hard with my hand. She cried out, but immediately held it back, afraid her son would hear from the next room. She kept quiet the whole time, not daring to shout. That night, we did it three times. The last time, halfway through, her son got up to pee, and we both stopped and held our breath, my penis still inside her. After her son finished peeing, I sped up because it was getting late, and the cleaning ladies in the neighborhood would be coming to collect the trash soon; I didn't want them to see us. After that time, the young woman became even closer to me, constantly flirting with me on WeChat. She'd send me voice messages and flirtatious selfies of her legs during the day. Every weekend, we'd go wild, and I'd release all my pent-up desire on her. She usually waited until her son was asleep before coming out, around 9 or 10 pm. We mostly went to hotels, so she wouldn't feel reserved and could moan freely; her moans were incredibly seductive, and we always had the TV blasting in the hotel. We really went crazy during that time, trying many positions, but doggy style was still the most enjoyable. It would be a shame not to use such a big ass for doggy style. I also bought some toys and stockings. I'd tear the stockings every time I did it; I liked to wear them while doing it, tearing them open and inserting directly. Our relationship lasted for several months, until I changed jobs and moved away. We stayed in Dongguan, but much farther apart, so we saw each other less often. Last Chinese New Year, she told me she wasn't coming back to Hunan because her son couldn't get a degree there and had to go back. Apparently, she'd found someone back in her hometown who was also divorced. I wished her well and thanked her for the wonderful experience. She laughed and said it wasn't a life-or-death situation, and she'd come back to Dongguan sometime, and then...hehehe. I said okay, but I knew in my heart it was impossible. Now I still occasionally see her update her WeChat Moments, mostly posts about her son and family. I'll like them sometimes, but I don't talk to her anymore; I don't know what to say anymore.

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