Lonely female neighbor

Life is tough these days. I changed jobs, and before I'd even finished six months, the company sent me to the Hangzhou branch for a year-long business trip. Because it was a long-term assignment, the company gave me a sum of money to rent a fully furnished one-bedroom apartment in an upscale residential complex. I began my simple, monotonous life of shuttling between the branch office, clients, and the apartment.

I met this familiar female neighbor two weeks after she moved in. On Saturday, the property management notified us that the elevator would be out of service for half a day. I went out of the complex that morning, had breakfast at McDonald's, bought a magazine called "Harvest" at the newsstand, and leisurely returned to my apartment. The elevator was out of service, so I had to take the stairs. On the third floor, I ran into a charming young woman, about 36 or 37 years old. She looked rather quiet and elegant, but her breasts were anything but quiet—I'd guess they were CC cups. She was struggling to carry a suitcase and a large handbag upstairs. On a whim, I went up to her and offered to help. I have a fairly refined appearance and was dressed in casual business attire for a foreign company. She hesitated slightly, then nodded and handed me the suitcase, thanking me profusely. She said she had just gotten off a plane and it was unfortunate that the elevator was out of service; she lived on the 8th floor, apartment 801.

I quickly introduced myself, saying I had only moved in two weeks ago, lived on the 7th floor, apartment 703, and was on a company assignment to work in Hangzhou for a while. The suitcase was really heavy; I was struggling to carry it up to the 8th floor. When I arrived at her place, I put my suitcase down and quickly glanced around her apartment. The decor was nice, simple yet elegant, but the air inside was stuffy. As she saw me off, she thanked me profusely, saying she hadn't been home for two months and had just returned from visiting relatives in the US. She said there wasn't even hot water in her apartment and she was so sorry she couldn't entertain me.

I politely replied that we were neighbors and there was no need to be so formal.

After that, we often bumped into each other in the elevator of the complex. We would exchange polite nods, but whenever I stole glances at her ample breasts and plump buttocks, a surge of heat would rise in my lower abdomen. It was another Sunday morning at 11 a.m., and I was sleeping in when the doorbell woke me up.

I put on a t-shirt and some beach shorts, opened the door, and there stood the busty mature woman from upstairs. She said, "I'm so sorry, do you know anything about computers? My laptop is having some problems, could you help me take a look?" I nodded and said I would go take a look, and followed her upstairs to her apartment.

This time, I took a closer look at the three-bedroom apartment and found it much cozier than the last time. There were even fresh flowers in the vase in the living room, showing she has a refined taste for life. I asked her why she lived alone, and she said her husband worked in the US, and her daughter had just been admitted to Southeast University last year. I felt a slight pang of sympathy.

The computer was in her study, so I went in to check it. It turned out to be infected with a virus; IE windows were popping up randomly, and audio files had been deleted. After restarting the computer, I found I couldn't even access the system. It seemed I'd have to reinstall the system. I asked her if she had an installation disc, and she went to her daughter's room to get a disc case. I rummaged through it and luckily, the Ghost disc that the store gave me when I bought the computer was inside. So I reinstalled the system. After it was installed, I downloaded Kaspersky antivirus software and cleaned up her system. This whole process took about an hour. During that time, she poured me a cup of tea and cut up a fruit platter for me.

After everything was settled, I was about to leave when she quickly said it was already 12:30 and I shouldn't go back to cook alone. She had just cooked and invited me to dinner to thank me for helping her set up her computer. I was secretly delighted; she clearly saw an opportunity. Even if I was a fool, I couldn't miss this golden chance. :) While we ate, we chatted casually. I took a closer look at her. She was a woman with large breasts and a curvy bottom, wearing a casual black jumpsuit that hugged her buttocks tightly. She wore flesh-colored stockings and white cotton slippers, her legs crossed, revealing glimpses of what lay beneath. I couldn't concentrate on the meal. After we finished eating, as she was clearing the table, she bent down and looked down at her neckline—oh my god, I saw two large, round breasts! I instantly got an erection. She went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. From the living room sofa, I watched her as her pert buttocks swayed slightly with her body. Seeing how impulsive she seemed, I slowly walked behind her, pretending to chat. My hard penis pressed against my loose beach shorts. I gently nudged her buttocks with the head of my penis. So soft! She was talking to me, but when I nudged her, she trembled and fell silent. My plan was that if she reacted strongly, I would pretend it was an accident.

Seeing that she didn't say anything and continued washing the dishes, I boldly pressed my hard penis against her buttocks. I could feel her buttock crevice even through the thin fabric. She didn't say anything either. Seeing that things were looking promising, I started grinding against her.

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