A close friendship with my neighbor, despite the age difference.

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One summer afternoon, I was at home cleaning up the sewage. I don't know how long I slept, maybe two hours. I was woken up by a phone call from an unknown number. Since answering the phone is free, I just answered, even if it was a wrong number, I wouldn't tell them! They were disturbing my sleep!

It was the auntie from the fourth floor. I was speechless for a moment, and I was also surprised that she had my phone number… She said my dad had just given it to her. Her computer was malfunctioning, and she had my dad's number, so she called to ask if he knew how to fix it. My dad simply gave her my number, saying he had never touched my computer…

A close call…

I changed into a pair of relatively tight-fitting capri pants, just in case… Going upstairs, I think I broke the world record for the fastest stair climber. I knocked on the door a few times, trembling with fear, but it didn't open after a while. Maybe I knocked too carefully and too lightly. Just as I was about to knock a few more times, the door opened, and seeing who it was, I almost blurted out a curse. Damn, her husband was home, a hulking man half a head shorter than me but a hundred times stronger. He had short, slicked-back hair, and a clearly visible scar on the back of his head. He was muscular and had bronze skin, reminding me of Mike Tyson. He had a carp tattoo on his arm. I nicknamed him "Shorty Mule."

His appearance shattered my dreams. I froze, too afraid to go in. He spoke first, "Xiao Qiang? Come in! Can you help me check my computer? It's not working properly. Come in quickly."

I changed my shoes and went into his house, glancing around in his room, hoping to find Auntie. I saw her shoes by the door, her purse on a chair in the living room. Then I went to Shorty Mule's room. There was a locked door opposite his; maybe she was sleeping in there. What was she like sleeping? Did she snore loudly? Did she also stick her big butt out? Hehe!

Then Shorty Mule spoke, "Look at my machine, it keeps restarting after a while." And a bunch of pop-up windows appeared as soon as I opened a webpage.

Restart? Is the CPU overheating?

He asked me back, "Get some beer? Whatever kind of beer you want, we have all kinds!

" No, no, no... it's nothing. Let me check.

I ignored him and started fixing his broken machine himself. He watched for a while, then went to the living room to make a phone call. It turned out this shorty liked visiting porn sites and got infected with a lot of viruses. Serves him right! He has such a beautiful wife and still visits porn sites! Alas, poor Auntie, maybe that shorty was watching porn on the screen while they were having sex. So, if I told her I was thinking about her when I masturbated, would she be happy? Heh, crazy.

The computer was fixed soon after, and I secretly plugged in the hard drive I brought. Looking for Auntie's photos. Later, I regretted this action. Damn it, I got infected with viruses as soon as I got home! A considerable loss. I only found some landscape photos from our trip. Not very interesting.

I just pretended it wasn't fixed, hoping to buy time to see Auntie. After a while, the shorty finished his call.

He seemed reluctant to open the closed door. He whispered something, then quickly came out, grabbed a black jacket and sunglasses, nodded to me, and said, "Uncle had to go out first. Eat here this afternoon, okay? Have your aunt make you something nice. Take your time fixing it, no rush." My blood rushed to my head; this sudden good news almost made me faint. I listened as he put on his shoes, opened the door, closed it, went downstairs, downstairs, away, away…

I tentatively peeked into the slightly ajar door. Suddenly, the door opened. My aunt came out. Her hair was a little messy, and she was wearing loose clothes. This made her look even sexier. I noticed she was still wearing stockings.

I didn't understand why.

She said, "You're here?"

"Ah, I'm here." The computer is fixed, nothing serious.

Was she still half asleep or suffering from a cold? She looked like… she had just been crying.

When she went to the living room, I knew why she didn't know there was semen on her stockings. It turned out she really didn't know I had ejaculated on her stockings. Maybe I was too tired, so I just put on my pajamas and went to sleep as soon as I got home. Because there were some marks on the back of my pajamas…

that stupid woman.

I noticed she kept covering her face with her hands, and her hair wasn't combed, seemingly to deliberately hide her left side. I thought I should leave; nothing good would come of it today. They probably had a fight, and that bastard had hit her. I couldn't intervene in this kind of domestic violence, and besides, I couldn't beat that bastard. She didn't seem to be in the mood to entertain me, and she certainly wouldn't confide in me. I wisely got up and said goodbye.

My beautiful mood, that damned bastard!

Just as I got home, the phone rang again, the same number. "

Xiaoqiang, you forgot something here."

I stood at the door and took what she gave me. My external hard drive. My head spun for a moment. How could I forget something so important… there are photos of her on it… I pretended to be calm and said goodbye.

I got infected with a virus as soon as I got home! That damned bastard!

That night I stayed at a friend's house until late, I always like to enjoy the streets alone late at night. I had a screwdriver in my bag. It was for self-defense. Just as I got near my house, I saw a man and a woman arguing across the street. I couldn't quite catch what they were saying. Then the man hit the woman. I saw she had several large bags in her hands.

I thought maybe she was going back to her parents' house, haha. Suddenly, I heard the woman shout, "Xiao Qiang!"

Wasn't that me? I turned around and saw it was the aunt from the fourth floor. Had she been in trouble? Damn it, that bastard, I'll teach you a lesson today! I grabbed a screwdriver and ran across the street. The man recognized me too, and said, "Xiao Qiang, take your aunt's bags to your house first. I'll go get them later."

Damn it, it was that shorty. I didn't recognize him because of the hat.

Why was he such a hindrance?

I didn't leave. I blocked the aunt behind me and tried to reason with him. He wouldn't listen and accidentally hit me with a stun gun. I raised the knife—the screwdriver… and said, "Uncle, I really underestimated you." "If you dare fry chicken wings again, I'll... I'll..." I was so angry I threw down the screwdriver, pointed at him, and yelled, "I'll call the police, no doubt about it!"

He calmed down and told me about her faults. She wasn't going to back down and told me about his faults too. The two of them first asked me to judge, then pushed me away and started arguing again, almost coming to blows... I pulled them apart again.

Later, the short mule compromised and told the aunt to go home for a few days. But she couldn't turn off her phone. She couldn't take her clothes with her. She had to come home to change.

The short mule wanted to call a car, but the aunt said she wouldn't take it. She wanted to walk herself. The short mule insisted on taking her, but the aunt insisted on walking herself. Then the short mule saw me rubbing my face and said apologetically, "Xiaoqiang, can you take your aunt home?" Then he gave me money. I first refused, but the aunt said, "Take it if I give it to you!" Damn, the short mule is really rich. He gave me three hundred yuan. I said I didn't need that much, and he said he hadn't treated me well last time he fixed his computer, and now he'd hit me again, and he still wanted to take my aunt... My aunt interrupted him, meaning if it was given to me, I'd take it!

I hailed a taxi, but my aunt sat in the back first. Did she want to sit with me? But my husband was still there, so I didn't sit in the back. Until we disappeared from his sight, my aunt told the driver to stop.

I thought she was going to get out, but she remained unusually calm in the car. Suddenly, she turned to look at a car that had just passed by us; my husband and the driver were searching for a target. My aunt swore.

My husband's car stopped less than 100 meters ahead of us. Then it reversed. My husband got out and walked to the car, looking very puzzled. My aunt said, "Don't follow me anymore!"

My husband was helpless and left. This time it was for real. Then she turned off her phone.

I didn't know where my aunt's family lived. She stopped whenever she wanted, left whenever she wanted, and went wherever she wanted. We arrived at a dark neighborhood, a place I vaguely recognized; it was full of white-collar workers. I asked her which floor she lived on, and if she wanted me to take her up, but she didn't answer. It was as if she hadn't heard me. Maybe that's how women are when they're heartbroken. I followed behind her and saw her large buttocks again, but this time they were dusty, and she seemed to still be wearing stockings. The hallway lighting was too dim. I thought this wasn't the time for me to admire her.

I just kept my head down and walked, forgetting which floor we were on. She took out her key and opened a door.

I thought I didn't need to go in; my task was complete. She didn't let me in.

But she didn't close the door. Instead, she changed her shoes and went in herself. I stood at the door, unsure what to do. With a heavy heart,

I thought, "Fine!" and happily went in. Haha.

My unlikely friendship with the fourth-floor aunt, part 3.

She spoke. She said it was her friend's house. Every time she argued with her husband, she would say she was going back to her parents' home, but she actually came here. Her friend worked in another city and married her boss. The house was left vacant. The reason she didn't go back to her parents' home was because she didn't want her mother to worry. The reason was simple. I think the guy (referring to a man nicknamed "Dwarf Mule") definitely didn't know about this place.

But this place was no different from a hotel. It was too simple. It was the kind of SOHO type. There wasn't much extra space for people to stay. It was just suitable for going to work, coming home, and sleeping. I talked to her, trying to subtly ask her about her relationship with the guy, but she wouldn't answer. Later, I saw that she was much calmer, and she seemed to want me to leave, wanting to rest alone. But I didn't want to leave at all, and I tried my best to find other topics to talk about with her. Later, I noticed the dust on her arms and clothes. I subtly told her. She, this 40-year-old woman, rushed into the bathroom like a madwoman. Later I learned that she had a slight case of mysophobia.

I could only hear the sound of running water; she was taking a shower. I tried to peek several times, but I didn't have the courage and couldn't move from the doorway. Suddenly, I saw the stockings and her clothes by the bathroom door. The stockings seemed to beckon to me, pulling me towards the bathroom.

I reached the bathroom door. She was still washing inside. I could roughly see her body from the outside. It was all blurry and indistinct. I picked up her stockings and smelled them against my face. Some parts of the stockings were dusty—all that damn shorty's fault.

I quickly got an erection, blood rushing to my head! I was considering whether I should rush in! At that moment, my legs were numb. Either I rushed in, or she would come out and find me admiring her stockings. I couldn't hesitate any longer, or I'd be a problematic man.

To hell with that shorty! I suddenly abandoned everything, including everything on my body! I quickly stripped off my clothes and opened the bathroom door. She looked at me in surprise. But I became even more composed and calm.

I walked towards her step by step. She backed away, holding the showerhead and spraying water at me like a gun. One hand covered her chest. As I looked down, the hand holding the showerhead covered her lower body again. I moved closer to her step by step, my already erect penis swelling even more, a little painful.

I put my arms around her waist, and she tried to pull away, saying, "Xiao Qiang! No! This won't do! I'm your aunt!" She was still resisting. Still trying to hide. Still trying to reason with me. But I couldn't hear a word she said. I held her tightly to my chest, her breasts pressing against mine, which felt very comfortable. Her hands, though restrained, were still pushing against me from below, sometimes brushing against my genitals, which excited me even more. She kept talking, writhing, trying to get me to let her go. I thought, how can this damn newbie shut her up?

I tried to kiss her, like in porn, exchanging tongues. I failed, but it did shut her mouth, and she shut it very tightly. My penis was facing her lower body, and I successfully inserted it between her legs, feeling the obvious friction of her pubic hair, which felt good. But I didn't penetrate her vagina. Even this kind of contact almost made me ejaculate. Because she still had some shower gel on her body, she was slippery. Since things had come to this point, there was no need to hide anything; the madness within should be released. So I tried to thrust between her legs. She realized my actions and kept trying to break free. Sometimes, her struggles only excited me more. Soon, I ejaculated. Even as I ejaculated, my hands were still tightly around her, and I continued trying to kiss her lips.

After ejaculation, one calms down; a mature woman knows that a man quiets down after ejaculation. She stopped struggling. She looked at me blankly. I felt panicked myself. I wished time could stop at this moment, so I wouldn't have to think about what to do later, at least I could still hold her like this.

She looked at me, trying to push me away, but I didn't let go. Her eyes were first filled with anger, then instantly filled with a desolate sadness, helplessness, and despair. I, on the contrary, felt like the villain, remarkably calm. As if I had done what I was supposed to do. Full of righteous indignation. I leaned my head against her, gathered her wet hair, and pulled her into my arms. She didn't flinch, looking helpless. As she leaned on my shoulder, she bit me hard. I was in excruciating pain, but I didn't let go.

I said, "Why did you bite me!"

She looked at me, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if she were about to retaliate, and said, "Don't you think I should continue showering?"

I suddenly realized that there was still my semen on her legs that I hadn't cleaned.

This situation was really awkward. I left the bathroom, feeling incredibly pleased with myself. I planned my next move. I carefully examined her panties and bra; they were smooth as silk, thin, and wine-red. I placed her panties and bra in the sink, slightly wetting them so she would think she had accidentally gotten them wet. This was when she pointed the showerhead at me. I didn't wet her stockings, just carefully shook off the dust. I also lightly sprinkled water on her coat. I placed the stockings at the bottom of her clothes.

Then I put on a shirt, but remained naked from the waist down. Anyway, we'd already gone through what happened. I should be bolder! Actually, being a pervert is quite exhilarating! In fact, I later put on my underwear.

When she came out of the bathroom, she didn't even glance at me. As if I didn't exist. She just kept getting dressed. But then she realized her clothes were all wet and unwearable. Only then did she speak to me, "Shouldn't you go home? Don't keep going like this." I shamelessly said, "I'm not leaving, I'm staying here with you." She gave me a disdainful look, which annoyed me. So I decided not to leave, and I had no intention of leaving either. I wanted to see her embarrassed.

The room, except for the front door, wasn't locked. I discovered this after entering the bathroom. It's a small apartment, barely enough for two intimate people. Locks are unnecessary. This way, I can follow her wherever she goes. Being naked wasn't a solution, so she put on the only dry pair of stockings, hesitated for a moment about whether to put her underwear on top, but then decided against it. I overlooked the shirt in the closet. A baggy, loose-fitting sweater. When she put it on, it covered her lower body, reaching just to her thighs, almost like a miniskirt. Looking at her legs in stockings aroused me. I wanted to get close to her and touch her.

She kept her distance, hesitant to speak. I didn't know what to say. I turned on the TV and realized it was already past 3 a.m. She was clearly exhausted. Although I'm usually nocturnal, I should be sleeping

by now. But I hadn't approached her again; she was wary of me. How could I truly become one with her? I approached her little by little, forcing her to the edge of the bed. Then she sat up, looking at me, telling me to behave. Her appearance, the silence she broke, made my blood boil again! I pressed closer to her once more.

She threatened to tell my dad. Tell the short man. Tell the police. Tell… "Just tell me you're mine," I said, embracing her again and looking at her face.

This time, I didn't force her close; instead, I wrapped my left arm around her waist, my right arm around her shoulder, and placed my hand behind her head, stroking her hair. This 40-year-old woman must have been captivated by me. If it were any other young girl, she would have fainted by now, haha!

"Why did you do this...?" she asked.

"Because of you..."

She seemed stunned, waiting for my satisfactory answer. I seized the opportunity and kissed her. And so, I became entangled with this 40-year-old woman. I could boldly caress her breasts, and she would still offer token resistance. She wouldn't dodge when I touched her buttocks. I have to admit, kissing her was indeed very stimulating; she was definitely a master kisser. But when I tried to touch her lower body, she would grab my hand to stop me from going any further.

I finally had the chance to caress her legs. I lifted one leg to my waist, as if she were wrapped around me.

I sucked on her tongue, and my hands frantically caressed her stockinged legs. Did we lose our balance? Or did we both want to fall onto the bed? I took off her sweater. I saw her full breasts. At this moment, I was on her side, she was lying flat looking at me, I looked at her, and then suddenly lowered my head and fiercely sucked on her nipple, like a baby nursing, without any restraint, until she gestured that it hurt a little. I didn't take off her stockings; this was what I had been dreaming of. As I touched her legs, I suddenly moved directly to her genitals. Her pubic hair was being stroked; she struggled briefly at first, but then gave in. I accurately located her G-spot and began to caress it.

If I was attacking her will, then at this moment I suddenly stopped my assault on her upper body, though my hand continued to caress her G-spot. She looked at me, this 40-year-old woman. The woman I had always dreamed of.

She knew what I wanted to say and waited. I smiled and said, "Your hands seem quite free." She smiled mysteriously, then grasped my penis with her right hand. Her hand was warm, making me feel as if I were inside her. At this moment, attacking from both ends simultaneously, she enjoyed the pleasure and responded with heavy breathing, her chest rising, her chin arched, her abdomen tightening, and her buttocks lifting… I thought she was about to reach orgasm. I carefully observed her expression. She closed her eyes, enjoying it. About 20 minutes later, she was clearly about to climax. I quickly abandoned her breasts, lunged down at her, wrapped my arms around her legs, pressed my penis against them, and then licked her genitals. This unexpected action excited her. My tongue skills were on full display. She convulsed, pressed her hands to my head, and clamped my face between her legs. I licked and sucked her G-spot intensely. Soon, the most intense convulsions proved that she had reached orgasm. Her genitals, except for a little bit of my saliva, were already overflowing. Before she could react, I spread her legs, raised my penis, and prepared to attack her genitals. She began to resist again, saying no, no, absolutely not. But it was still just a formality. In this way, I became one with this woman for the first time. To be honest, her genitals weren't as elastic as a young girl's, but at least it was hers, and I liked it. Most importantly, I liked her legs and her feet even more. I lifted her legs, and when her legs were straight, her toes were right at my chin, allowing me to admire them however I wanted. As I thrust in and out, I caressed and admired her legs and feet. Then I licked her toes—it was the first time I'd ever licked a woman's feet, the beautiful feet of a woman wearing stockings. She looked at me with surprise, completely bewildered. I answered her questioning gaze as I thrust, my words a little frantic: "What's wrong, baby…don't you know?…I love your legs…your feet…from the first day I saw you, I've fantasized about licking your toes…you're so alluring, baby." I felt a little embarrassed, a little awkward, calling her "baby." She muttered "pervert," but after a few hard thrusts, her voice trailed off.

There are many advantages to having sex with a woman like this. First, I don't need a condom; I can ejaculate inside whenever I want. Second, she doesn't care too much. She also enjoys various positions. For example, now that she's on top of me, it's not like in the movies where she moves; I'm controlling the thrusting. I finally got my wish, penetrating her from behind. My buttocks felt incredibly comfortable, and my hands could caress her large breasts; she was still wearing stockings. Her voice was beautiful, like a petite girl…

“Can I ejaculate inside?” I was about to ejaculate.

“No! Don’t…!” she said in a panic.

But before she could finish speaking, I had already ejaculated inside her. At this moment, she was lying flat on her back beneath me, and I held her stockinged legs and licked her ankles as I ejaculated violently. She wanted to pull out quickly, but I didn’t want to. She said she could get pregnant. I was dumbfounded… but I thought to myself that this was impossible… I was woken up by my phone alarm, and I should have gotten up and gone for a run. But I wanted to smash that damn power cord for hours. I recalled the scenes from a few hours ago… like a dream.

The only thing real was her sleeping next to me, the auntie from the 4th floor. 40 years old. And her flesh-colored stockings.

Thinking of this, I felt energized and wanted to have another round of intercourse. But she was too tired, so I had to give up and could only stroke her stockinged legs. After a while, I fell asleep again.

Later, our relationship developed wildly. After graduation, I was hired by a state-owned enterprise and wanted to rent an apartment outside, but my dad wouldn't allow it. He said that moving to our current home and renovating it was all because of me, and he wouldn't be able to stand the loneliness if I lived elsewhere. He was also worried about me.

Now, as I sit in front of the computer telling you all this, my hands are swollen like eggplants, purple eggplants… I injured my left little finger while playing sports. I should stop here for now. Bye-bye.

My aunt said you can't have sex when your hand is injured. I can only chat with her.

[The End]

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