My experience on the bus with my neighbor aunt

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My family moved to our current place, on the first floor. My window is directly opposite a flight of stairs, so I always keep the curtains drawn tightly. There's a small garden in front of my father's window, surrounded by a wall, and below it is the road. The reason I mention this garden is because it's where I got my first pair of her stockings.

When our house was being renovated, I was a junior in college. I didn't like studying, but I really loved civil engineering. So I always made excuses to skip school and stay home to watch the adults renovate.

One day, I stood on the long steps opposite my window, watching the workers and the cement. I was a little lost in thought. Actually, I didn't know what I was thinking at the time. Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heels in the hallway. They came step by step from top to bottom. To be honest, I didn't have any hope. Although the sound was quite sexy, what young beauty could possibly live in this old building?

But later I realized I was wrong.

When this woman came out, she looked exceptionally beautiful against the backdrop of bricks and tiles. I saw her exchange a few pleasantries with my father. She walked past me without even glancing at me. But my eyes followed her until she left my sight.

She was at least 40 years old, about 165cm tall, and her figure was indeed quite remarkable. But what attracted me most were her stockings. They

were flesh-colored. Her feet didn't have any calluses or other imperfections. Her buttocks were a bit too big… and her lower abdomen had a bit of sagging. Her breasts, however, were quite large. She had long hair and a very elegant demeanor.

Later, I met her daughter. She was the same age as me. She attended a prestigious university. Wow!

I have to say, her daughter looked exactly like her! Her skin was a bit smoother, and her figure was better.

But overall, they were incredibly alike. If they walked down the street, everyone would notice this mother and daughter. However, I was more interested in the very charming mother.

My house was renovated. My father specially invited the neighbors over for dinner. This helped us, the newcomers, get to know these long-time residents much faster. We didn't drink too much alcohol during the meal, but someone suggested playing mahjong afterward. After the aunt (housekeeper) tidied up the living room, it took me a long time to find the mahjong set. I personally hate gambling.

She was there too. The aunt from the 4th floor. Her clothes were simple, but she seemed to deliberately exude a touch of allure. Stunning. Sigh, even casual clothes look sexy. Hopeless.

While they were playing, I had a chance to chat with her daughter. I told her I wanted her to tutor me. Actually, I wanted to pick her up…hehe. Later, the nanny left. My dad asked me to wash some more fruit. When I put the fruit on the table where they were playing cards, I noticed her beautiful feet. No nail polish, just short stockings. For a moment, I froze. After that, I frequently appeared in the living room, just to see her feet. But I couldn't ignore her daughter, otherwise she'd get bored and go home. Actually, I was relieved later; her mother did let her go home to study because she was taking her English Level 6 exam. The auntie on the fourth floor is a gambler.

After her daughter left, I pretended to be bored and came out to watch them play mahjong, occasionally stealing glances at her feet.

Sometimes she would look at me, but I quickly looked away. But her feet were so captivating. I was always drawn to them. There was a slight hint that she noticed me looking at her stockings. She lowered her raised foot and put on her shoes. I felt a mix of emotions.

Like a hunter, I waited, waiting for her to reveal her beautiful feet again.

Just looking at the instep and heel in stockings wasn't very satisfying. Most of her feet were inside her slippers. I really regretted choosing those slippers when I bought them!

Later, I got to know all the neighbors, and I could exchange a few words with everyone, but I got nervous whenever I saw the auntie from the fourth floor.

It was March again, springtime. We rarely went out during the winter. But at this time of year, on nice weekends, my family would always set up two mahjong tables. Even I, who used to hate gambling, looked forward to this day.

In this season, fashionable women always wore high heels and skirts in advance. To keep warm, they wore stockings.

When she came, she wasn't just dressed casually. She wore a beautiful dress, yellow and green, and the same pair of dark green high heels. And of course, she always wore my favorite stockings.

I was always secretly watching her, and she seemed used to my gaze. She didn't even try to hide it, peeking her feet out from under the table for me to admire. It always drove me almost to the point of collapse.

One Saturday noon, I was sitting in the front garden smoking. My family doesn't allow me to smoke. Even though no one's home, the smell of smoke still lingers. So I hid outside this window in the garden to smoke… As I was smoking, suddenly something wet fell on my head, and it really startled me.

Then I pulled it off and looked at it. My heart blossomed like a flower. Hehe, a pair of pantyhose! Although I didn't know whose they were, I was overjoyed. Instinctively, I looked up and saw someone looking at me with an embarrassed expression.

It was the auntie from the fourth floor.

Apparently, she had accidentally dropped her pantyhose while hanging them up to dry. She was going downstairs to get them. I said, "Here, take them up!" After going inside, I don't know where I got the mischievous idea, but I decisively used a lighter to burn a hole in her pantyhose, about the size of a cigarette butt. Then I sprinkled some ash on it.

I stood in front of her door. She was supposed to be apologizing, but I pretended to be innocent and apologized too. I said I'd accidentally burned a hole in her stockings with a cigarette butt when I took it off—I don't know what it was on my head… I'm sorry, Auntie.

She didn't say anything, just a few more apologies. I came down. My hands still smelled of her stockings.

Probably laundry detergent.

Why did I ruin her stockings? I wanted to find a chance to get closer to her. I went to the store and bought her a pair of Langsha stockings. That's what I thought, and that's what I did. I don't know why I was so crazy. She refused. I said, "If you don't want them, what use are they to me? I can't wear them anyway. You should keep them." She accepted them and said I was very thoughtful.

After that, I wasn't home when she came over. I stayed at a friend's house for a month before coming back. My dad told me they'd bought a computer.

I made sure to go running or play ball every morning. This Tuesday, I played ball until around 10 am, then took a shower at the gym. There was a bus going home. I jumped out the door. Because I was holding clothes and change in one hand, and trying to balance on the handrail with the other, the bus lurched, and my change fell to the ground. Damn it. I didn't have any extra. I had to bend down to look for it. There weren't too many people on the bus at that time. I looked left and right, and finally found it. What excited me was that there were beautiful high heels and legs in stockings next to me... Oh?

Auntie?

I put in my coin and staggered over to her.

I said, "Auntie, you're off work so early?"

She said, "No, I felt unwell this morning, and I couldn't stand it at work, so I took a day off and came back."

Oh, you probably have a cold. Just as we were talking, the bus broke down, whether intentionally or not.

We waited for the bus to start again in a not-too-crowded but unnaturally cramped carriage. Although I couldn't see her stockings or her feet, my genitals occasionally brushed against the side of her buttocks as other people moved. She noticed the clothes in my hand, complimented me on my good health, and offered to help me carry some. But how could I let her take them? That was me trying to cover up the deformation caused by contact...

I couldn't control the urge to touch her body. I wanted to immediately crawl down and lick her feet. Little by little, I intentionally or unintentionally touched her with my genitals. It felt amazing. She didn't seem to notice. She chatted with me about everyday things. Suddenly the bus started moving, damn it! But this time the start was sudden, and due to inertia, I ended up behind her from the side. Now I had to deliberately keep some distance, because this position is very sensitive; if I touched her again, it would inevitably touch her buttocks, and I think she would be unhappy and wary.

The bus arrived at the next stop. Many people were waiting at the stop. This made me like this bus that runs every 40 minutes for the first time.

There were so many people coming up, forcing my genitals to press tightly against her buttocks. I was incredibly nervous, afraid to breathe.

Her long hair was right in front of my nose; I gently inhaled its fragrance. Her back was pressed tightly against my chest. I really wanted to hold her tight. My genitals were pressed against her buttocks, which seemed a bit large, but her clothing always managed to conceal any imperfections. Actually, those large buttocks were quite beautiful, soft and bouncy.

Pressing against them felt incredibly good. I don't know when, but the clothes I was holding fell down. I didn't even notice when they slid to her legs. When she bent down to pick them up for me, her entire buttocks were exposed to me. I could see the top of her stockings at her waist. The position was like watching porn from behind. My genitals quickly became erect. I

really wanted to grab her buttocks with my hands and thrust hard. Before, I had been trying to distract myself, afraid that she would notice my erection. Now I was doomed! When she straightened up to give me the clothes, she seemed to notice. I was incredibly nervous.

And I was wearing loose athletic shorts. I quickly thanked her and took the clothes to cover myself. It felt like I was the one acting like a little girl.

She was probably still bothered by her cold and headache. Plus, the bus was swaying violently, so she turned to look out the window again. I realized my genitals were pressed tightly against her buttocks. And one of my legs seemed to be pressed against hers as well. I really wished my legs had sensors that could feel the smoothness of her stockings. Unfortunately, my leg hair was too thick; people said I was wearing wool pants.

I continued to enjoy it but didn't dare to press too hard against her buttocks, and for a moment I almost ejaculated. Why? Because I wasn't wearing underwear. I washed it after playing ball and left it to dry in the gym's locker room… How was I supposed to get off the bus like this?!

There were still four stops to my house, and people would start getting off from the next two stops onwards. I didn't want to leave her.

Every time the bus swayed, I increased the force, pressing my genitals against her. Even when the bus wasn't swaying, I kept pressed tightly against her back. She was always looking out the window, sometimes suddenly turning back to say something. Of course, I was scared, so I would loosen my grip slightly but not pull away. At the second stop from my home… the road was bumpy, and I seized every opportunity, using every bump, even if it wasn't there, to thrust and rub against her buttocks. It was as if she were my wife, my lover, and I could have everything she had. In that instant, I ejaculated. I didn't press myself tightly against her, afraid of soiling her skirt. Because of my pressure, there were obvious creases on the back of her skirt. And when I pulled away from her buttocks, the semen splashed from my pants onto her legs, first onto her stockings behind her knees, then slowly flowing down her calves… ankles… heels… She didn't notice any of this.

We arrived at the station, and I tried my best to cover myself with my clothes. After getting off the bus, I followed her into the building, feeling inexplicably awkward. I casually said, "I'm going home now, Auntie." She told me to come up and visit sometime, and then left.

When I got home, I quickly dealt with the situation and planned to sleep soundly, savoring the wonderful experience.

[The End]

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