Is anyone sitting here?

I've lived here since my family moved to this large housing estate when I was in the second year of secondary school—
about ten years now.
Downstairs, there's a shopping mall built by the same construction group,
lined with shops. It's my daily commute by subway, from elementary school through secondary school, university, and now into my working life.
I always pass a real estate agency.
The storefront is very open; behind the glass panes covered with A4-sized property brochures,
real estate agents sit at their computers, facing outwards,
ready to greet clients at a glance.
Several years ago, around my second year of university, a middle-aged female real estate agent came to work.
Being a middle-aged woman, she had long since shed her girlish naiveté; she was pretty, but with a touch of aloofness and arrogance.
Even if I describe her in the most detailed way, it's still just an abstract description,
so to be more specific, she looked a lot like Kwok Siu-wan. She
had fair skin and exuded a middle-aged woman's charm.
To project a professional image to buyers,
she often wore a t-shirt with a black mini-skirt and black stockings.
Ever since she joined (or was dismissed?) the real estate agency downstairs from my apartment,
I've been giving her a constant, respectful look on my way to and from school, and even on my way to and from work.
She, however, is either chatting with her colleagues or engrossed in her computer screen,
completely oblivious to my presence. I vividly remember a few years ago, one time after school, without a date,
I grabbed lunch at a convenience store near my apartment.
It was close to afternoon tea time, so it was very crowded, and there weren't many empty seats.
I finally found an empty two-person table in a corner.
While I was eating, engrossed in my phone and texting my girlfriend,
she suddenly said softly, "Is this seat taken?"
I looked up and was startled—
it was the real estate agent I always secretly watched on my way to and from school. "No, no one's here,"
I said, moving my plate forward slightly so she could put hers down.

She nodded slightly and plopped down opposite me.
She started eating her tomato spaghetti while her right hand frantically played a mobile game.
I'd always just glanced at her, never looked at her face this closely before.
Her chin was pointed, her skin flawless and white, and she wore her usual black skirt and stockings, but
today she paired it with a light pink blouse, making her look incredibly elegant.
Seeing her focused expression, I stared at her intently without restraint.
Her shirt was only buttoned up to her chest, revealing a glimpse of the cleavage between her snow-white breasts—
what a wanton woman!
Suddenly, I felt a nudge on my calf from the tip of her shoe;
she'd accidentally kicked me while crossing her legs.
"Sorry," she said, giving me a disapproving look.
"Oh, it's alright," I immediately looked away.
I turned my head and saw her crossed legs along the table to my right—long, shapely legs with a mature, married air,
her voluptuous calves tightly encased in black stockings.
I really wanted to look closer.
I casually flicked my elbow, knocking the plastic knife off the table, then picked it up.
She seemed oblivious, continuing to play on her phone, while I ducked under the table.
Under the table was another world. It was like a paradise.
Her crossed legs were right in front of me. From this angle, I could see her plump thighs beneath her skirt.
I leaned closer, inhaling the fleshy scent mingled with the smell of her stockings,
admiring the lines that stretched from her buttocks to her heels.
My eyes continued to admire her eating.
Apparently, she had a habit of biting the straw. Watching her take small, delicate bites of the straw,
I wished my manhood were that straw,
being gently sucked and chewed by her.
Then, she picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth: "Could you watch my bag for me? I need to use the restroom."
"Okay, okay."
Only me and two plates remained.
I looked at the straw she had bitten into a shapeless mess. Saliva still clung to the tip.
That was the beauty's secretion…
I watched intently as she turned the corner leading to the restroom,
her hand trembling as she reached in and stole the straw, quickly putting it in her mouth.
Oh!!! And there was a warm feeling. I not only sucked up her warm, moist saliva,
but also deliberately spat out several large mouthfuls of saliva, filling the drink container to the brim, so she could savor it slowly when she returned.
Sure enough, when she came back, she still dazedly drank a few cups of tea,
completely unaware that she had drunk the secretions of a man whose name she didn't even know.
And just like that, she left.
This incident has been deeply etched in my mind ever since. I wanted to possess her.
I wanted to caress her body to my heart's content.
Until an opportunity arose. It was two years later when I started working.
Although I knew that as a real estate agent, I had to constantly go out to meet clients and show properties to buyers,
I was naturally not often at my post in the store. The seat would only have the employee's business card for clients to contact.
One day after work, I passed by the real estate store and saw that the female real estate agent was not at her post.
My heart skipped a beat, and I walked into the store with feigned righteousness to take her business card.
What was her name?
I was only curious, and at that time I didn't even have any ill intentions.
Although there were other staff members at the real estate agency, and I could easily ask

them for help with any questions, this action seemed a bit abrupt.
But the agents were all out of sorts, some online, some on the phone, as if I didn't exist.
Holding the card, I thought, "Oh, I've got the name."
But when I turned around, the middle-aged female agent was standing behind me, staring at me. I was startled.
She smiled slightly: "Sir, how can I help you?"
We'd only dined together once two years ago; of course, she didn't recognize me.
What should I do? What was my purpose in going into the real estate agency to take someone's card? How should I explain it?
My mind raced.
"I... am... looking at properties," I lied.
"Oh? Great! What kind of unit are you looking for? Rent or buy?" Her eyes lit up. A customer was right in front of her.
"Oh... rent... I just want one in the same area, my parents live nearby." I was in a panic,
and the snowball of lies just kept growing bigger and bigger.
"How about this building upstairs? It's close to the transportation hub, very convenient. What's your budget, sir?"
"Around 12,000 a month..." Oh dear... what am I saying?! I just want to find a way to get away.
"Great, there are several that suit you." Without waiting for a reply, she sat back down and started browsing the listings:
"Block 13, 6th floor A; Block 12, 22nd floor B; Block 8, 33rd floor A."
"Hmm... I'd better think about it first." As I said before, I was in a panic, just wanting to get away, and I was already halfway there.
"Oh dear... if you don't come to me... other agents won't be cheaper than me... this opportunity will be gone if it slips away..." She grabbed my arm.
"But..."
"But what? Come on, come upstairs with me, you'll definitely like it." I kept nagging and trying to refuse,
but she wouldn't listen, relentlessly promoting this unit as good, that unit as wonderful.
I was dizzy, and she half-heartedly led me to the housing estate.
Along the way, she kept asking me trivial questions, like, "Where do you live?" "How long have you been working here?"
It must be a tactic to open up channels with clients.
I had no intention of buying a house, so I kept making up nonsensical answers,
and she believed me without question, continuing to ask.
To be honest, after secretly watching her for so long, this was the first time we had a proper conversation, and it turned into an in-depth chat.
As we talked for a while, I started to relax, my heart stopped pounding, and I even started asking her questions.
"How long have you been doing this?"
"About ten years, since graduating from university..."
Oh... thirty years old... the most alluring age for a middle-aged woman...
"So, are you married?"
"Oh dear... why would you ask that... not yet..."
A single middle-aged woman.
Before I knew it, we were in the elevator lobby. The elevator had mirrors on three sides. As soon as she entered the elevator, she looked at the button panel, standing with her back to me.
I casually responded to her conversation while simultaneously enjoying the view of this married woman's body from multiple angles behind me.
The beauty of her feminine curves was on full display, and the enclosed space exuded the scent of jasmine.
Wow! I'm actually sharing a room with the object of my sexual fantasies, and we'll be walking into the same apartment together soon.
This feeling

is amazing! I fantasize that she's my wife, and the feeling of taking the elevator home with her.
When we get home, I'll definitely have sex with you.
Once inside the apartment, she immediately adopted her professional approach, launching into a non-stop introduction to the development.
"This window faces east, the most auspicious for wealth..." Indeed, the property was quite nice, with all the furniture and appliances.
But I wasn't here to look at the house.
I was here to see the person.
But I wouldn't give myself away; I checked the doors and windows, inspected the floor, and did everything perfectly.
Then she led me into the room, where I saw a cardboard box on the floor.
"Oh! This is what the previous tenants left behind. They said they wouldn't take it, that it could be left for the next tenant. It's all stationery and tools."
She opened the box; it was full of pencils, correction tape, and super glue.
"I'll take you to the kitchen now."
Every time she stood in front of me, I took full advantage of my gaze to rape her.
In the room with only the two of us, I dared to bend my head behind her hair, even to her lower back,
to admire her closely and inhale her subtle fragrance.
"Come on! Wife! Let's make love in our cozy nest!" I really wanted to shout that.
"Wait for me," she said, going to the bathroom.
I was left alone. Ah... this was a rare opportunity,
but perhaps this wonderful time was about to end.
Suddenly, an idea struck me.
"So, are you satisfied with this unit?" She came out of the bathroom, her hands still wiping with tissues.
"I'm quite satisfied... I'm even thinking about buying it..."
"Really!!!?!?" Her eyes lit up.
"I can rent it right away... but... there's one thing that's really bothering me." I said seriously.
"What is it?"
"Well... I just tried... that window won't open..." I pointed to the window in the master bedroom. "
Is that so... then I'll get a repairman to fix it..."
"Hmm... it's not working now... I need to go home... let me think about it some more."
"No, no, no!! I'll try to open it." With such a big deal in front of her, the real estate agent wouldn't miss it.
The window was on the wall next to the double bed in the master bedroom. She had to climb onto the bed first.
She knelt on the bed modestly, trying to open the window.
Ha! How could she have guessed that while I was sneaking into the bathroom, I improvised and used super glue from a cardboard box to seal the window!
Her buttocks were facing me, and I could see the shape of her ample buttocks beneath her tightly pressed black dress.
While she was focused, I leaned closer, trying to keep my nose close as silently as possible.
Oh!! I really wanted to pinch her! But I didn't dare to.
"Oh dear! How could this be... I really can't open it..."
"I mean... let me try too..." I climbed onto the bed.
The window was narrow, and I pretended to try to open it by clinging to her. She seemed very straightforward and didn't seem to care.
"What's wrong? You really can't open it..." She smiled slightly at me.
"Is that so?" I pretended to prepare to exert force, kneeling on top of her.
Wow! Isn't this the doggy style position?
My stomach and genitals were completely pressed against hers, indistinguishable from each other.
I pretended to exert force, thrusting my body forward, making our bodies press even closer together.
"It's really tight... just like I tried earlier

."
I used the momentum to push a few more times, pushing my body forward several times, and using the opportunity, my lower body bumped against her buttocks.
The large bed creaked. "Let's work together," I said to this seemingly simple-minded middle-aged woman,
then my hands slid from her arms to her delicate hands.
"Come on! One! Two! Three! Push!" A thrust sent waves of pleasure through my lower body.
"Come on! One! Two! Three! Push!" Another thrust sent waves of pleasure through my lower body.
By this time, my penis was rock hard, and I really wanted to burrow into her cleft.
As I performed this lewd act, I felt that the fantasy I was doing
was really excessive, too stimulating.
"Snap!" It opened...
I only regret that she hadn't been in the bathroom long enough, and the super glue wasn't strong enough...
"Oh dear! Look! It's open!"
The beautiful scene was about to shatter in an instant.
"So, sir, you've chosen? This is the only one?" I had no more excuses and moved my body away.
"Hmm...yes, that's fine."
"Ha...great! Let's go downstairs and get ready to sign."
"But I want to ask...is all the furniture and appliances included?"
"Yes! The homeowner left everything! Isn't that appealing!"
"But I just heard a creaking sound from the bed...it doesn't seem very secure..."
"How could that be!"
"Look!" I leaned back with all my might, burying my head in the pillow. "It feels like it's about to collapse."
"No...it's very stable..."
"Try it!"
She leaned back with all her might, then slumped down next to me with a thud.
Although we didn't have any physical contact, we slept side-by-side like a married couple.
"I told you it's okay," she said.
"It just doesn't feel very secure...you know...I'm living with my newlywed wife.
So...a bed isn't just for sleeping...what else is there to do with it..." I never imagined I'd become so bold.
"Of course I know." She blushed.
"So... I just felt this bed wasn't very stable. Maybe it can't hold up."

"I told you it wouldn't!"
"You've been so insistent... why don't you give it a try... Don't worry... there's nothing I'm worried about...
I'm a genuine buyer... I just want to buy a nice house for my wife and me to live in long-term. Do you understand?"
"So what do you want?"
"Just to try it out... don't worry... just to try rocking you a little... to test the bed's strength..." "
How can you!!!" She hugged herself.
"You've got to decide... I really have no ulterior motives... I'm just afraid the house won't be what it seems..."
"Hmm... just to try it out..."
"Hmm... just for a moment." I immediately reached out and climbed onto her other side, pressing my whole body
against hers. She hugged herself, avoiding too much physical contact.
We faced each other, her head turned to the side, awkwardly avoiding my gaze. My penis was pressed against her right thigh, against her black skirt.
"I'm going to start trying..." I breathed in front of her.
She didn't respond. I slowly swayed my hips, exactly like a sex position.
Looking at her aggrieved expression from the side, I felt even more pleasure! What a stroke of luck!
I thought to myself as I tested her limits, increasing the intensity.
"Had enough?" she asked, looking at me with a reproachful gaze.
My hips didn't stop swaying, my glans rubbing forcefully against her thighs through my pants and skirt.
"Not enough... how should I put it... my wife and I don't usually do this... saying it like this isn't honest enough."
"So what do you want!?" she began to provoke me.
Without a word, I moved my elbows off the bed, reached down, and
forcefully inserted my hands into her buttocks and between the bed from both sides.
Without my elbows for support, my chest was pressed against her heart, my head resting on the headboard,
glancing at her beautiful ears.
My hands involuntarily squeezed her plump buttocks.
Middle-aged women really have a unique charm.
"This isn't right... sir..."
"Listen to me... my wife and I are like this all the time... I'm really worried about the bed... I have absolutely no intention of offending you..."
I kept squeezing with one hand, feeling her buttocks twist and deform with my force .
"Really, just once..." She was even more doubtful.
"Don't worry... it's just a test." I was blinded by lust, my waist thrusting against the female agent like a wolfhound,
constantly rubbing against her thighs.
"Hey!! Stop!!!!!!" Finally, I reached her limit, and she cried out.
"Stop!!!!!!!!!!!!" She cried out.
I couldn't care less. My mind was filled with lust, lust, and more lust.
I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled them outwards, tearing her stockings above her knees.

Now my hands could finally see her beautiful buttocks, and I reached into her panties, enjoying the softness of her skin with every finger.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir!!!!! This is against the rules!!!!!!!!!"
"Listen to me...it's just a trial...if the bed is good, we'll buy the house." I unbuckled my belt.
She struggled desperately, but she didn't expect that the more she struggled, the stronger the friction between my legs, the more pleasure it brought me, and
the more she couldn't escape.
"If you don't want to buy, then let me go!!!!!!" My face began to contort, as if I was about to cry.
"Oh dear...how can you be a real estate agent...what kind of agent tells a client not to buy a house?" My zipper was also pulled down at this moment.
"Stop!!!!!!!!!!!!" she shouted.
I ignored her. My mind was filled with lust, lust, and more lust.
I grabbed her arms with both hands and pulled outwards, tearing her stockings above the knees.
Now my hands could finally meet her beautiful buttocks. I slipped my hands inside her panties, savoring the softness of her skin with every finger.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir!!!!! This is against the rules!!!!!!!!!"
"Listen to me...it's just a trial...if the bed is good, we'll buy the house." I unbuckled my belt.
She struggled desperately, but she didn't realize that the more she struggled, the stronger the friction against my crotch, the more pleasure I felt, and the
more trapped she became.
"If you don't want to buy, then let me go!!!!!!" My face contorted, as if I were about to cry.
"Oh dear...how can you be a real estate agent...what kind of agent tells a client not to buy a house?" My zipper came undone at that moment.
I used both thumbs to pull down the waistband of her panties, and they were down to her knees.
"No!!!!! No!!!!!!" she whimpered.
Just as I pulled down her panties, a moment of carelessness allowed her to flip over and try to escape.
Ha! You idiot, this suits me just fine!!
My underwear was already off. I grabbed her eyes and pulled her back, her buttocks catching my penis like a ball catcher,
burying it between her thighs.
I kept pushing and pulling, feeling the woman's cleft with my bulging penis.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me go."
"We'll be done soon."
Our bodies were completely pressed together. Looking at her disheveled yet alluring posture, I deeply admired the greatness of the Creator.
She sobbed loudly and softly. Little wife, why are you crying? We're family now...
I thought it was time, so I gently pulled my penis down, aiming it at her vulva, hovering between her thighs.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her sobs turned into wails. Isn't this a bit too much!? Let's try my penis first before making a judgment!
With a "thud," it went in completely.
She lowered her head, her hands gripping the sheets tightly at the corners of the bed, the corners of the sheets even flying off.
"No...no...no..."
I thrust forcefully, my penis enveloped by the moist, warm inner walls, feeling incredibly pleasurable.
Of course, my hands weren't idle either, unbuttoning her shirt

from top to bottom .
I'd seen her unbutton her shirt up to her chest before, this slut, now she got what she wanted!
In the blink of an eye, her shirt was completely undone. I pulled up her bra, my fingers roaming over her breasts.
"Ugh!!!!...Ah!!!...Ah..." She was overwhelmed by the sensations, unable to speak coherently, so
I took the opportunity to circle my fingers around her nipples.
"Sorry...it'll be quick...it's just a trial...my wife and I are like this all the time."
"Ugh!!!...Ugh!!!...Ah!!!..."
I was afraid I would ejaculate too quickly, so I pulled out my penis and forcefully turned her body around,
performing missionary-style intercourse from the front.
After inserting my penis, I pressed down on her from the front.
Drops of saliva, a symbol of my lust, fell onto her fair face.
I used my warm tongue to wander over her cheeks, tasting her flavor,
making her face wet.
I thought, what difference is there between me and a jackal?
"Down...down...down..." The thrusting made me groan.
My hands played with her beautiful thighs.
"No...stop...no..." Her face contorted even more.
Suddenly, I pulled up her long, slender thighs, grabbed her toes with one hand, and
pressed her body into a lying V-shape.
As I feasted my eyes on her beautiful legs, still clad in remnants of her silk stockings below the knees,
I let my penis run rampant, devouring her soul bit by bit.
I felt a surge of energy about to burst forth from my lower body.
How could I let such a once-in-a-lifetime experience slip away so easily?
I stopped.
"Hmm... this bed is fine..."
She thought I was remorseful, and turned away from me, showing a slightly surprised expression.

You're really stupid for a middle-aged woman! How could I let you off so easily!!!
"Let's try the bathtub. I know we use bathtubs every day."
"No!!!!!!!!!!"
I picked her up with one hand. Although she was tall and slender, she wasn't overweight, so I lifted her up easily.
I continued to thrust into her, staggering step by step towards the bathroom.
To maintain her balance, she had no choice but to wrap her legs tightly around my waist. It felt so good, so good!!!!!!!!!!!!
I lifted her onto the sink, and with her gentle struggles, I removed all her clothes.
"Ah...stop...young man...don't do this to me."
Young man!? This is too exciting; I feel a sense of treacherous insubordination.
I also took off all my own clothes.
Several times she almost escaped, but I, a man, caught her with my arms.
She scratched me several times, but blinded by lust, the physical pain only fueled my desire.
I finally managed to turn on the bathtub tap, and when it was full, I wouldn't miss her. Our
bodies were joined, and I sat down on the toilet with the lid closed, and she couldn't help but sit down facing me.
Our bodies moved back and forth like horses,
and I looked at my reflection in the large mirror in front of the dressing table; it was just like an adult film.
"Ah...woo...ah..." She seemed to have lost her strength, and her voice became weak.
I forced my tongue into her mouth and swirled it with hers.
The tub was full, and I threw her in. "Splash!!!!!!!" I submerged myself at the same time.
Two naked bodies thrust in and out of the water, creating ripples on the surface. With each thrust, water gushed out from the edge of the tub.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,"
I murmured, my mouth on her breast, my lower body pounding wildly like a bullfighter.
I was having sex with a woman seven or eight years older than me, a complete stranger!!!!!!!!!!
Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I felt a surge of fluid welling up from my penis.
Of course, I wanted to do things my girlfriend wouldn't let me do.
I immediately pulled out, stood up, and with a wave of pleasure, my semen sprayed all over her face and mouth. Tears and semen mixed together, flowing down her chest.
My whole body went limp, but I immediately regained my senses. Considering her mental and physical trauma, she hadn't recovered yet. She quickly put on her clothes and ran away.
When I got home, I was extremely worried! I was now a rapist!!
I was constantly afraid of the police coming to my door, but the days kept passing by.
Every day, I would take a detour to avoid the road that passed by the real estate agency.
One day, I was having lunch at a crowded Cafe de Coral.
"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"
a familiar face asked me.

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