During my first love, I would secretly watch my girlfriend while we were having sex.

Foreword: Time flies, and more than a year has passed since I joined the June Literature section. Looking across the various sections of June Literature, a thriving and prosperous scene unfolds. However, some articles are of varying quality, with many pieced-together pieces that are often bland and uninteresting to read. On the other hand, original works, narratives, and discussions of personal experiences are few and far between, lacking authenticity and a sense of mystery. Therefore, I've written down some experiences from my own life journey, as a way to share long-buried memories. I don't strive for the best, but for the most genuine.

One summer night that year, I was chatting with my girlfriend in her room. She had just been assigned to work at the Construction Bank; she was nineteen. I loved her bright and sweet smile. We had known each other for a year, but had only made love three or four times. That night, neither of us wanted to go out, so we didn't want to miss the opportunity. It was hot, and we were sweating, so we went to wash up first.

It was the first time I had stripped naked in a male-female bathroom, which was quite novel. I remember feeling a strange sensation when I used her soap to scrub my genitals; my penis felt incredibly comfortable. When I came out of the bathroom, I found my girlfriend standing by the window, carefully lifting a corner of the curtain, seemingly looking at something. As I quietly approached her from behind, she hurriedly pulled the curtain down, her cheeks flushed, which surprised me. After a moment of silence, she lowered her eyes and shyly said, "Turn off the light."

After I turned off the light, she remained silent, but gently pulled me to stand with her at the window, lifting the curtain again. What I saw startled me: through the glass, I could clearly see the scene inside the apartment on the third floor opposite. A young couple was standing naked, their bodies pressed together, seemingly swaying their hips rhythmically in the center of the room. The woman had long, black hair, a slender figure, fair skin, round buttocks, and a slim waist—very sexy. However, because they were passionately kissing, I couldn't see their faces clearly.

My girlfriend's apartment was separated from the building across the street by only a narrow alley, a mere three meters away. As far as I could remember, her window was never open, not even the curtains. I guess the people across the street thought it was safe, or perhaps they were momentarily careless, and given the heat, they didn't bother to draw the curtains. Little did they know someone was secretly watching them. In the darkness, my girlfriend leaned softly against me, her smooth, fragrant skin pressed against my skin, her body slightly cool and trembling. I'd never seen anything like it before. My blood boiled, and I held her waist, afraid of being discovered, we both held our breath as we watched the passionate scene unfolding across the street.

The couple kissed passionately, their hands constantly roaming over each other's bodies. The woman's legs were tightly wrapped around the man's penis, her waist twisting like a snake; the man was caressing her breasts. They were even rubbing their breasts together, teasing each other. A moment later, the man lowered his head and began to suckle at the woman's nipple. The woman had delicate features and was quite beautiful, very pretty. She giggled as her nipples were stimulated. The man took turns sucking on her breasts, sucking and spitting for a while, making her very happy, with a satisfied look on her face. Then the man squatted down and kissed her navel, licking her inner thighs. The woman's upper body was completely exposed to us. To be honest, her breasts were much more mature, full, and alluring than my girlfriend's. Her breasts were round and firm, her areolas even more rosy, and her nipples were now engorged with blood, so much so that the surrounding pores swelled up, resembling the red lychees displayed at a fruit stand. Combined with her snow-white skin, she was a natural beauty. The woman gradually couldn't withstand this teasing, her body trembling as if she were about to collapse.

The man didn't stop; from the side, it seemed he was about to continue licking the pubic mound hidden beneath the dark hair. The woman, unable to hold back any longer, lifted the man's head, uttered something, and he immediately stood up, swept her up, and laid her diagonally on the sofa against the wall.

Stunned, I realized my girlfriend's body had gone from cool to burning hot, her face flushed, and her breathing rapid. I felt the same way; the visual impact was indeed intense, and my desire was fully ignited. Without a word, I lifted her skirt, running my fingers up her legs to her soft thighs; my other hand unzipped her zipper and unhooked her bra, touching her newly developed breasts. I could clearly feel her heart pounding and her breathing quickening. The moment my fingers touched her sensitive nipples, my girlfriend shuddered, then felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, letting me do as I pleased.

Meanwhile, the man across from us wasn't finished, kissing her smooth, creamy thighs. The woman's hands rested loosely on the man's head, her head tilted back, eyes slightly closed, occasionally licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, and she couldn't help but let out low moans from her throat.

Over here, I noticed that my girlfriend's underwear was hot and damp, sticky and wet. So, I simply stripped myself naked first, then removed my girlfriend's skirt and underwear, and hugged her from behind. My erect penis pressed against my girlfriend's buttocks, rubbing against her genitals. My girlfriend spread her legs, clamping it between them; her mons pubis was incredibly slippery, hot and comforting.

Meanwhile, over there, it was truly a scene of boundless spring. The man, having reached his climax, occasionally slipped his tongue inside. The woman, who had been half-lying down, in less than ten minutes, arched her legs, clamped her buttocks, and her head thrashed from side to side. At the moment of her orgasm, her facial expression froze, and her limbs stretched out as if dead. My lovely girlfriend was facing me, her shapely legs holding my penis between them, her hips rubbing against it with frantic back-and-forth motions. Her labia majora and minora were engorged with blood, and I could feel their hard texture. Almost simultaneously with her orgasm, she also convulsed and climaxed, their expressions identical.

Both women were blissful, but my lower body was throbbing, and my nerves were pounding with excitement. I remember my girlfriend holding me, panting, and whispering, "I feel like I'm flying through the air, it feels so good!" I didn't bother to grab a condom or get to the bed; I stood there and thrust my penis into her vagina. Because of her intense orgasm, her vaginal cavity was convulsing, enveloping my penis—it felt so wonderful for the first time! However, such a difficult maneuver was ultimately hard to execute, so I quickly told my girlfriend to turn around and lean against the windowsill, still penetrating from behind, my hands able to squeeze her dangling breasts. Looking back, the key reason for my extreme excitement was that I seemed to be fantasizing about the beautiful woman across from me while having sex with my girlfriend.

The man on the opposite sofa had already lifted the woman's legs onto his shoulders and was thrusting in and out. When the movements were fast, I could clearly hear "plop, plop" sounds coming from her vagina, which I found quite amusing: I wondered if the woman had been doing it too much, as her opening was somewhat spacious and airflow was good. Later, the man got tired, and the woman took her place, facing us. The feeling of voyeurism was truly thrilling; my girlfriend and I were immersed in the spectacle and our sexual hunger. The woman's waist was slender, her breasts like two gourds bobbing up and down in the tide, her nipples a deep red. Watching their genitals move in and out, I felt an intensely itchy pleasure, and with a shudder, my semen suddenly gushed deep into my girlfriend's uterus. Unexpectedly, my girlfriend had another orgasm that very moment, her whole body trembling like a sieve.

Later, she told me that watching them make love was already incredibly stimulating, and the scalding heat of my semen inside her, combined with the stimulation from both inside and out, aroused her again. That night in bed, she confessed to me: she had accidentally seen a couple having sex in the building across the street, and the next day she was so ashamed she didn't dare look up at the dinner table at home. But she couldn't resist her curiosity and secretly watched several more times. She had always been obedient and well-behaved, raised under strict family rules, and had never dated a man before she met me; she was definitely a lady. Hearing her confession, I felt a pang of pity, so I jokingly asked her, "Did you masturbate while watching?"

The
young woman smiled but didn't answer, deliberately

changing the subject. No wonder she seemed more proactive than me during our previous sexual encounters
.

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