The junior on the third floor

From the very first day he moved in, I had a premonition that something bad would happen. He was a well-built college student. The definition of his muscles suggested that the gym was no stranger to him. His eyes were bright and piercing. He had a bit of a charismatic, edgy vibe, like Zhang Yaoyang. I never knew exactly when he moved in. I only remembered bumping into him in the elevator one day. I was coming home from get off work, looking tired. As soon as the elevator doors opened, I started walking forward and bumped right into him. "Sorry!" he said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I looked up, and our eyes met. "Hello. I'm new here. I live on the third floor. My surname is Wang." "Hmm. Hello. I'm xxx from the fourth floor..." I replied perfunctorily. In the next day or two, we bumped into each other a few more times in the elevator. He was busy moving his things inside. We didn't talk much. The weekend after our first meeting, Sunday evening, my husband went out for his usual social engagements. I was watching TV, bored. Suddenly, the doorbell rang… I opened the door. It was Wang Xiaodi!! (I don't know how to address him, but he was definitely at least five or six years younger than me.) "Hello. I'm from the third floor. I wanted to say hello to all the neighbors…" he said with a big smile. City dwellers are always wary, but his sunny smile seemed to melt an iceberg. "Please come in!" I greeted him warmly. Nothing much happened that day. (I wonder if any lecherous netizens will think we were about to have passionate sex. Humans aren't animals, okay???) From our conversation, I learned he was still in university and renting a place. His family must be well-off! They must be able to afford to rent an apartment for him alone; the clothes and accessories he wears are all high-quality. Honestly, it's hard not to notice his muscular physique, especially with his tank top. However, I still chatted with him casually. After that, we often ran into each other in the stairwell. I would talk to him about my work, and he would tell me about his exciting life. I don't know why, but it seems like college students these days don't attend classes very often. They seem to lead very colorful lives. Then one night, on another night when her husband wasn't home, the doorbell rang again… Sandrea, it's me! What's up? Is something wrong? I opened the door and let him in. He was wearing a sleeveless vest, skinny jeans, and a thick gold chain. He was wearing cologne. "Dressed like that? Going to a pub to pick up girls?" I wondered why he was dressed like that. "No, just got back from karaoke with friends. Want to chat with you." That reason sounded a bit odd. "Why would you think of me while karaoke?" "Want some tea?" I got up to pour him a glass of water. "No. I just remembered. Sandrea, want to come over? You've never seen my place before." "Huh? ...Come on in. You look bored at home alone." He stared at me intently. It seemed he could see right through my restless soul. After hesitating for a moment, I convinced myself: "It shouldn't be anything bad, right? Does he look like a bad guy?" So I agreed. When we got downstairs to his apartment, the furnishings were simple, but you could tell from the small details that his family was quite well-off. He turned on the main light and gestured for me to sit down: "Would you like something to drink?" "Um, anything is fine." He poured two glasses of red wine and came over. "Red wine??" I was startled again. This wasn't something a college student should have. "Um, let me introduce it to you. This is..." He launched into a long explanation of the red wine. The same scene reminded me of my company's vice president, who also rambled on about red wine at a dinner party. But one was an older man with a paunch and a bald head, while the other was a young man whose physique was alluring and provocative. I was mesmerized. He seemed to read my mind and stopped talking (to be honest, I didn't understand his introduction either). He turned and picked up the remote: "Here's a really nice song for you~~" The speakers played... John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman's classic album! I've always loved this one. Hartman's voice, red wine, perfume... it all created a mesmerizing scene... Isn't it great?! Sandrea, please. He walked over. Hmm. I really like this one. You know, this is universally acknowledged as the perfect music for a one-night stand, right? He smiled slightly, put down his wine glass, and looked at me. Huh? A sudden question. I didn't know what to say. I blushed a little under his gaze. I lowered my head and finished my wine. He leaned closer, his hand on my waist… They say that… falling in love… is wonderful… To the sound of Hartman's song, he slowly led me, like a light dance… Of course, I knew this by now. This has crossed the line between neighbors. I know that. If I don't refuse now, things will get out of control!! I pushed his hand away. With all my willpower, I cried out: "We can't do this... I'm married!!" I turned and walked towards the door... In an instant, he followed me from behind. He gently grasped my hands, and his lips approached my ear: "Sandrea, just once..." I felt his thick chest muscles behind me. I also felt something hard against my buttocks. I hesitated... Seeing that I didn't react immediately, he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist. He moved upwards, his gaze drifting to the lower edge of my breasts... Sandrea... You're so beautiful. You know what? You're every man's dream. I love you so much... He whispered those devilish words in my ear again. Suddenly, he half-grabbed, half-touched my breasts with both hands. I felt his erect penis pressing against me from behind. The music was intoxicating, the alcohol was intoxicating. I knew there was no turning back tonight!! After a series of caresses, he turned me to face him and kissed me deeply. From his kiss, I could tell he was definitely an expert!! I was captivated by his kisses. In my daze, he stopped. He quickly took off my pajamas and examined my breasts. So beautiful!! Sandrea. "You're so beautiful..." he murmured. Before I could answer, he kissed me again, skillfully unhooking my bra while one hand caressed my breasts and the other quickly pulled down my shorts, gently stroking my genitals... The simultaneous stimulation from both above and below had me completely soaked! He then pulled my pants down further, followed by his own. I frantically pulled at his vest, helping him take it off. Completely naked, we kissed wildly... He led me, staggering, to his bed and laid me flat. I murmured, clinging to my last shred of reason, "You need to wear a condom..." He nodded, picked up a condom from the side, and (looking back now, it was all pre-prepared.) He held my waist, lifted my legs, and entered me... Ahhhhh! I couldn't help but cry out. His size was huge and thick. The pain only intensified the excitement! He slowly moved in and out, and once I got used to it, he increased the speed. I only remember truly experiencing that feeling of being both alive and dying! As he thrust, his hands kept grabbing my breasts... Ahhhhh! I cried out in a daze. Each thrust felt like it was pushing me towards the peak of ecstasy and orgasm! After a while, we changed positions. I was lying on my stomach, and he was coming from behind. By then, my whole body was numb. I was completely at his mercy! He hugged me from behind, his hands still gripping my breasts tightly. He breathed heavily in my ear and said, "Sandrea, I wanted you from day one! I...finally...ah...so good...it feels so good..." His words were like an even stronger aphrodisiac, overcoming all my reason. I cried out without any regard for my image! He laid me flat again, back in front of me. He grabbed my waist and began thrusting rapidly. As his speed increased... I knew he was almost there. He was making some soft "uh-huh" sounds. His pace quickened. I tried to grab him, but I couldn't straighten my arm. I could only grip the sheets with my hands behind my back, my eyes tightly closed.He kept shouting. I felt my breasts bouncing violently with each powerful thrust… Sandrea. I’m going to cum… Before he could finish, I felt him ejaculate inside me!! Even through the condom, I could feel the ejaculation lingering. It was a feeling of being completely filled!! He held me. We embraced, panting… When we both calmed down, I resumed my role. “What did you bring me here to see?” I asked with a provocative smile. He smiled sheepishly. His youthful smile and his muscular physique made him even more alluring. That night, I went home. Afterwards, we met several times. I remained polite to him. I knew he wanted to ask me out again, but I restrained myself well. One instance could be explained by the atmosphere, but if it continued, things would get complicated. I was also a little afraid that he would tell my husband and blackmail me. Fortunately, he didn't. We moved out of that apartment not long after for some reason.

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