The Elevator Romance: Little Apple has been updated.

Published on 2007/09/12 by Spring in the Courtyard

This piece originated from an erotic novel I read many years ago, I think the title was "The Story of Being Trapped in an Elevator
." It was in Cantonese, and I could only understand the gist. It mainly described the female protagonist losing control of her bladder in an elevator. After reading this, I suddenly had the urge to write something random.

This piece was previously posted on other websites. I've forgotten when I first started writing it; some parts were already written, but I've revised it many times. I've revised it several more times recently, and I still hope it's passable.

(I) Apple's Elevator Incident

Today, when I got home from work, I had just entered the elevator and was about to close the door when I suddenly saw Little Apple, who lives next door, running towards me: "Excuse me! Wait for me!" I pressed the open button to let her in, and she softly said, "Thank you!"

Little Apple is a very cute girl. I jokingly call her Little Apple because her face is fair and rosy, and her voice is very pleasant, always soft and sweet, like she's being affectionate.

Her baby face looks very cute and has a lot of charm. She has thin red lips, dark almond-shaped eyes, waist-length hair, and soft, fair skin—a pure and beautiful woman. Although her breasts are small, like two fried eggs, they are still firm. Although she is not tall, her proportions are very good. Her legs are very long and beautiful, and her small but full buttocks are indescribably alluring.

Little Apple is twenty years old this year, and I am five years older than her. We have been neighbors for many years and have played together since we were little. Because I had excellent grades and was smart, while Little Apple, though not stupid and even somewhat clever, always did terribly in her studies, her parents insisted that we often tutor each other. We spent all our time together, our relationship incredibly close. She was always clinging to me like a girlfriend, and I even once had her sit on my lap to help her pee.

But after I entered high school, we didn't see each other as often, and our childhood friendship didn't develop into a romantic relationship. We'd only chat occasionally when we bumped into each other, and I rarely called her Little Apple anymore, because it would make both of us feel awkward.

Now I've graduated from university and have been running my own business for two years. Thanks to excellent timing and luck, I've made a lot of money, but I still can't find a good girlfriend. Although I've always had feelings for Xiao Pingguo, her strict upbringing has prevented us from having much close contact. And it seems Xiao Pingguo doesn't reciprocate my feelings; she only sees me as a good friend. So, while I sometimes feel aroused and even have sexual fantasies about her, I don't dare confess, afraid of losing her and ending our friendship.

But over the years, I've never heard of Xiao Pingguo having a boyfriend, and she doesn't have many male friends besides me. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if Xiao Pingguo might actually like girls!

Putting those memories aside, Xiao Pingguo and I are currently in the elevator. She's blushing, looking a little hesitant, as if she's in a hurry to do something, but not like someone in a rush. She seems to be holding back something, with a slightly anxious expression.

"Bang!" Suddenly, the elevator stops halfway up. I press the buttons a few times, but there's no response. "Oh no!
The elevator's probably broken." I press the emergency call button, but there's still no reaction. I guess the building manager is probably out chatting and hasn't noticed the malfunction.

But when Little Apple saw the elevator malfunction, she screamed "Ah!" and looked like she was about to cry.
Seeing how nervous she was, I hadn't expected her to be so timid. Although she was usually a very well-behaved girl, she was always bolder than anyone else when she played pranks on me as a child. I never imagined she'd become so cowardly after all these years.

Seeing how scared she was, I tried to put her at ease by smiling and saying, "Weren't you always fearless? Why are you so timid now?"

I expected her to retort, but instead, she ignored me and glared at me.
Was she paralyzed with fear? I comforted her, "Don't worry, I've pressed the emergency button, someone will find you soon."

Little Apple gave me a strange look. Based on my years of observation and conversation with her, her eyes seemed to be filled with shyness, or perhaps she disliked me and wanted me to get lost, yet she also seemed afraid of something, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to. Did she think I was going to take advantage of her in the elevator? Thinking this, I simply ignored her. It turned out I held no place in her heart anyway, and I felt even more disheartened.
I figured we'd have to wait until the building manager found us before someone came to rescue us, so I sat down in the elevator to rest, while Little Apple remained standing.

Soon, I noticed her legs were tightly crossed, and she seemed unsteady, her heels occasionally lifting off the ground. She was wearing a white dress, looking both innocent and adorable, but now she was clutching it tightly.

Suddenly, she made a soft whimpering sound, as if she were sobbing. I wanted to ask if she was sick, but remembering she hadn't said a word to me since entering the elevator, I said curtly, "Don't worry! I think someone will come to rescue us soon, no need to cry!" She

glared at me again, then turned her head away, saying in a spoiled yet tearful tone, "Idiot! I hate you! Go away!"

Even worse! My good intentions were met with a barrage of insults; I just wanted to comfort her, but instead, I was met with a torrent of abuse. I simply ignored her.
But I saw her holding back her tears, her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her beautiful face. Her legs were trembling, and she was clenching her teeth, making low sobbing sounds.

Suddenly, I thought: Could she need to pee?!

I asked, "Do you need to go to the toilet?"

Little Apple looked at me awkwardly for a moment before nodding sheepishly, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry... please don't be angry, okay?"

I knew she was apologizing for her earlier attitude. Everyone has to pee sometimes, and considering her urgency, I certainly wouldn't blame her: "It's okay! Why didn't you say so sooner? I thought you hated me and thought I was a pervert."
Little Apple hurriedly shook her head, her hands clutching her skirt, nervously saying, "No... it's not like that... I...
I don't hate you... I like you a lot..." As soon as she finished speaking, she realized she had accidentally said what she truly felt, her face flushed, and she lowered her head, looking adorably shy.

Likes me?! At that moment, I was filled with mixed emotions of joy and surprise. After Little Apple shyly confessed her feelings to me, I was about to say something when I noticed her legs, barely visible beneath her dress, were tightly pressed together and trembling uncontrollably. It seemed she was about to lose control of her bladder.

She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, and cried, "I'm really in a hurry... I can't hold it in... I...
I need to pee... what should I do..."

Seeing how anxious she was, I knew she couldn't possibly pee on the floor, because she certainly didn't want the elevator repairman to open the door and find a puddle of urine on the floor.

I opened my briefcase, rummaged through it, and pulled out a plastic bag for her: "You... do you want to use this first? I won't peek!"

She looked at me with teary eyes, looking pitiful and wronged: "No... I... I don't want to... pee... in front of you... please don't use a plastic bag, okay?"

Normally, if she were to act like this with me, I would definitely find a way to fulfill her request, but how could I possibly have any other options at this moment?

I sighed, stood up, and leaned against her, patting her head. "Sweetie, there's really no other way. You can only go to the bathroom now that the elevator is back to normal. And I don't know how long it will take before someone opens the elevator. It'll be very uncomfortable for you to hold it in. I really won't watch you. Can you use a plastic bag for now?"
After comforting her for a while, she obediently nodded, but then lowered her head shyly and said, "But...but...
I...have never...peed...peed outside the bathroom before..."

I understood what she meant. She had always been an extremely well-behaved girl, and urinating outside was naturally an extremely shameful thing for her. Her delicate and lovely face was covered in sweat, and her bladder was clearly nearing its limit. Her small urethra was probably about to overflow, but even at this crucial moment, she still refused to do that shameful thing.

Suddenly, I heard her sigh softly, her expression somewhat unpleasant, yet also as if she had breathed a sigh of relief.
Could she have lost control of her bladder? The first thing that came to my mind wasn't seeing Little Apple wet her pants, but covering the elevator security camera lens. How could I let others see such a beautiful sight? I pulled out a stack of newspapers from my briefcase and covered the lens.

After dealing with everything, I looked at Little Apple's lower body. Sure enough, there were obvious wet stains on her skirt around her private parts, and clear urine was flowing from her inner thighs, down her white thighs to her heels

. The urine was absorbed by her socks, but after a few more streams of urine, there was no more. I figured Little Apple was holding it in. Through Little Apple's slightly transparent skirt, wet with urine, I could vaguely see her pink panties. Seeing this lovely girl lose control of her bladder in front of me, I suddenly had a strong urge to hug her, but I quickly suppressed it because she was crying.

She sobbed, "Don't look! I'm so embarrassed..." As she spoke, her thighs remained tightly pressed together.

I figured she'd only peed a little, then stopped halfway through, so she must be feeling even worse. I said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? You almost peed, and if you keep holding it in, you'll feel even worse, and it's bad for your health. You might even damage your bladder!"

She lowered her head and didn't say anything. I took her cold little hand and placed the plastic bag in it. "Be good, listen to me...
I'll turn my head away and not look at you."

Little Apple held the plastic bag, her face flushed. "But... but... I don't want to... don't want to take... take off my pants in front of you... I... I'll be shy..."

I smiled at her. I said, "Do you remember? When you were little, I once held you while you peed, and when you first started elementary school, you would always run to me crying and asking me to change your underwear after you secretly peed your pants, right? Weren't you ashamed back then?"

Hearing me mention her embarrassing childhood story, she immediately pouted and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying! Don't say that..."
Just as I was about to tease her again, she suddenly sighed softly. I saw that she couldn't stand up straight anymore, bent over, one hand on her lower abdomen, and the other hand tightly holding her skirt. More urine was flowing down her inner thighs, continuously dripping onto her socks and shoes.

She sobbed, "What should I do... I... I can't hold it anymore... Brother... Brother... help... help
me..." She was panicked and helpless, tears streaming down her delicate face, and several streams of urine continued to flow down her thighs like trickles.

I remember when she was in elementary school, she wet her pants at school and ran to me crying, calling "Brother, brother," asking me to help her. It felt like going back to those days, except that little girl is now a beautiful young woman.

I took the plastic bag from her hand, lifted her skirt, and had her hold it between her arms. Her fair and delicate legs were revealed before my eyes, but I didn't have time to think much: "Little Apple, can you spread your legs a little?"

She nodded obediently with tears in her eyes, and her tightly closed legs gently parted, trembling slightly.

Her private area was right in front of me through her panties, but I didn't have time to think. If I didn't hurry, her urine would spray out. I made her squat down, and without taking off her panties, I used both hands to open the plastic bag between her legs. A few seconds later, I immediately heard the sound of her urine spraying into the plastic bag like a fountain.
She seemed to have been holding it in for a long time and had a lot of urine, so the sound of her urinating was very loud. And because the urine was finally being released, relieving her bladder of the agony of almost bursting, Little Apple let out soft sighs of relief from time to time.

Gradually, I was drawn to the sound and couldn't help but steal a glance at her face. Perhaps out of shyness, her eyes were tightly closed, her small face as white and rosy as an apple, very cute.

Listening to the sound of her urinating, I became increasingly aroused, even wanting to see clearly how the liquid came out of her body. The faint smell of urine in the air gave me a strange thrill.

I couldn't help but look down at her private parts. When Little Apple noticed me peeking at her, she didn't stop me from continuing to look; she just looked at me with a shy, embarrassed expression.

I watched as the urine seeped from the crotch of her underwear, spraying into a plastic bag, and some urine dripped from the sides of her underwear onto the ground.

Urine had soaked her panties, making the thin fabric almost transparent. I could see her pubic hair peeking through, and it even seemed like I could see her private parts.

I teased her, "Little Apple, you peed your pants!"

She blushed and pouted, "Ugh! I don't need your help anymore!"

She released her grip on her skirt, snatched the plastic bag from my hand, and continued to drain the remaining urine.

Little Apple's skirt fell down as she let go, the edges of which were wet from contact with the plastic bag. Seeing this, I sighed and reached out to pull up her skirt. "I'll pull your skirt up for you, otherwise it'll get wet

." She didn't answer, probably embarrassed, but sighed a few times, seemingly quite comfortable, perhaps relieved by the urine.

Seeing her like this, I wanted to tease her even more. I called out, "Little Apple!"

"Hmm?" She looked at me, probably almost finished urinating; I could only hear a few drops of urine dripping.
Looking at her shy face, I laughed, "You're amazing! I've never seen anyone hold their pee like this, even wetting their pants in the elevator!"

Hearing me tease her, Little Apple's eyes suddenly reddened. "I'm already like this, and you're still bullying me... It's all your fault!"

Seeing her cry, I immediately apologized, "I'm sorry! It was my fault, I won't laugh at you anymore, don't cry, don't cry..."

I took out some tissues from my pocket and wiped her tears. As I spoke, the sound of her urinating stopped; she had probably finished.
Little Apple held the plastic bag full of urine in both hands, looking at me with pleading eyes, probably unsure how to deal with the large bag of urine and wanting me to help her.

I took the plastic bag from her and glanced at it. There were at least several hundred cc of urine inside; it seemed she had really held it in for a long time.

After tying the bag closed, I put it on the ground and took out a pack of tissues, but there was only one tissue left. I said, "Only one left."

She nodded, and I handed her a tissue. She took it and started wiping her calves, then her thighs. Seeing the tissue was soaked, I asked, "Do you have any more tissues?"

She shook her head awkwardly, then immediately said nervously, "I usually bring some, but I ran out when I was going home today."

I understood what she meant; she didn't want me to think she was unhygienic.
I laughed, "Then why did you pee so much earlier? How much water did you drink today?"

Her face flushed, and she said, "Don't ask… my stomach isn't feeling well today…"

I immediately laughed, "Oh! So Little Apple has diarrhea today!"

Holding the tissue in her left hand, she angrily slapped me with her right.

"Ah! Don't hit me! You have pee on your hand!"

She blushed deeply, shyly lowering her head to continue wiping her inner thighs with the tissue, but it was already soaked. She looked up at me pitifully.

If she didn't wipe herself clean, she would definitely smell of urine, and being so clean, she naturally didn't want that.

Seeing I had no other choice, I took off my coat and handed it to her: "Can I use my clothes?"
"Yes!" She blushed, nodded shyly, gave me a grateful look, and then used my coat to wipe her already soaked underwear.

Little Apple was wiping her genitals with the coat I had just taken off in front of me; her movements looked like she was masturbating in front of me, and it almost made my nose bleed!

At that moment, I really wanted to see Little Apple take off her underwear, so I said, "Your panties are all wet, you can't dry them like this, do you want to take them off? Otherwise you'll smell."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then blushed and punched me lightly, "You big pervert! You wanted to peek at me, didn't you? You're so lewd!"

I was startled, she had actually discovered my scheme, so I had to brazenly say seriously, "Am I that lewd? I'm just afraid that when the elevator doors open, someone will smell!"

She didn't say anything, probably hesitating.

I said softly, "Do you want me to help you?"

She said shyly, "No... I can do it myself..."

She put her hands under her skirt and reached up, then grabbed the waistband of her underwear and pulled it down, gently lifting her little legs, and the wet pink underwear came off.

Little Apple's buttocks were pert and pinkish-white, with only a few sparse, soft pubic hairs. Her vulva was a beautiful pink, looking tender and soft, but it was wet with urine.

I was incredibly aroused, my penis erect and pressing against my pants, while Little Apple just stared at me, her face flushed, not stopping me from looking at her.

"Could you hold this for me?" Little Apple handed me her panties, soaked with urine, her fair and rosy face filled with intense shyness.

I took them; the panties still carried a faint smell of urine and the fragrance of virginity, making me want to smell them.

Little Apple probably wanted to dry her vulva, so she squatted down and used my jacket to wipe it. I noticed a few drops of urine on her buttocks, but she didn't seem to notice, so I reached out and wiped them away.

When she felt me touch her buttocks, she cried out and trembled, but she didn't stop me from molesting her.

I knew she had tacitly consented, because her hands were spread out to the side, allowing me to explore her private area. So my hand naturally moved from between her legs forward until it reached her private parts, and I felt her tremble slightly.
I began to slowly caress her petals. At first, she remained silent, but gradually her breathing quickened, and she let out alluring moans.

Little Apple did not reject my caresses, but just looked at me with a resentful expression, her breathing slightly rapid, and said, "Will you take responsibility for me...?"

I was shocked by her words. What did she mean by that?

I asked, "Do you like me?"

She nodded gently, her watery eyes looking at me with infinite shyness, and then whispered, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't let you bully me like this!"

I was secretly delighted and immediately said seriously, "I will definitely take responsibility, and I've liked you for a long time!
I really like you!"

"Really?" She seemed very happy, her smile was sweet, but her face turned even redder, and even her fair neck seemed to be turning red.

Her private parts had already been dried, but now a little sticky liquid slowly flowed from her petals, making her lower area wet again.

"Did you pee again?" I deliberately rubbed her petals, making lewd, wet sounds.

"No, I didn't!" Little Apple only responded with a sound, her breathing becoming more rapid, panting softly, and her vagina flowing out another stream of love fluid.

I knew she was about to climax, so I quickened the pace of my caresses. Her soft, delicate body leaned weakly against me, her hands tightly gripping my shoulders, obediently letting me caress her petals, the clear love fluid sticking all over my hands.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside: "Is anyone in there?"

I was startled and quickly stopped caressing her, answering the person outside: "Yes, someone is!"
"Wait a moment, we'll open the door in a bit!" The voice from outside the elevator door came again.

"Ugh!" Little Apple woke up from her reverie at this moment, shyly pushing away my hand that was on her private parts, my hand was covered in her wet, sticky love fluid.

Ignoring her shy and alluring demeanor, I told Little Apple, "Someone might come in soon, hurry up and tidy up."

I put her panties in my pocket, while Little Apple adjusted her skirt to prevent anyone from noticing anything amiss.
After everything was settled, I saw Little Apple staring blankly at the large bag of urine on the floor.

She looked at me shyly and asked coyly, "Then... what should we do with that..."

I looked at her and smiled, "Just say it's apple juice! And it's very fresh!"
"No!" she cried again, on the verge of tears.

I quickly said, "Don't cry! I was just joking. I'll take care of it for you later. Just say I couldn't hold it in and peed in there, okay?"

At this moment, of course, I had to play the hero and save the damsel in distress. Even if she farted, I had to say it was me who farted!
"Okay, thank you!" Little Apple looked at me with grateful eyes, her face flushed, looking very cute, truly living up to her name, "Little Apple."

(II) Apple's Prank

Since that "elevator incident," my relationship with Apple has undergone a strange change. When she's in a good mood, she calls me "brother," and when I make her angry, she yells "bad boy, bad boy!" Sometimes she'll playfully tease me like she did when we were little, but this little girl is usually very well-behaved.

One day, just as I was about to leave work, my phone on the desk vibrated.

Apple: "Brother~ what are you doing?"

It was a text message from Little Apple; she seemed to be in a good mood today.

"Missing you!"

I replied.

Little Apple: "Liar..."

This little girl doesn't believe me? Hmm, I need to teach her a lesson!

"I'm not lying! I miss you so much..."

I quickly typed on my phone to reply.

Little Apple: "Really?"

She's probably secretly thrilled right now!

"Really, I miss you so much!"

I pressed send, sending the message again.

Little Apple: "Yeah, I miss you too!"

I imagine she's beaming right now.

"Little Apple, I have a question for you!"

I quickly sent another message.

Little Apple: "Okay, ask away."

She replied quickly.

"I miss you so much, I can't forget how you looked in the elevator that day, what should I do?"

After sending the message, I burst into laughter.

Little Apple: "You big bad guy!"

Little Apple: "You're so annoying!"

I chuckled. She kept sending me a bunch of "You're so annoying!" text messages. The little girl must be angry; that incident was the greatest humiliation of her life.

"Are you angry?"

I sent another text message.

Little Apple: "Hmph!"

Looks like she's really angry.

"Don't be angry, I'll treat you to dinner later?"

Little Apple: "No!"

Little Apple: "I hate you!"

Another bunch of spam text messages. It seems she's really embarrassed and angry.

"Still angry? I'm sorry! I'll treat you to dinner later, and I have a gift for you!"
After receiving a bunch of spam text messages, I finally managed to reply to her with one.

Little Apple: "You're so annoying! I don't want to eat with you... You're so annoying!" The

little girl is still angry.

"If you come, I'll give you a diamond necklace!"

Hehe, I thought: Giving her a diamond necklace, this little girl will definitely be tricked into coming...

Little Apple: "No!"

Wow! She didn't even want the diamond necklace…

"Really don't want it?"

I quickly asked again.

Little Apple: "No! You're lying to me again!"

This time I really wasn't lying to her! The little girl actually didn't believe me.

"If you don't want it, I'll give it to a female colleague in the office!"

I replied with a text message, threatening Little Apple, to see if she would fall for it?

Little Apple: "No… don't give it to other girls…"

Ah! I didn't expect this trick to be so effective? She actually started to act cute with me!

"Then do you want to have dinner with me later? If you don't come with me, I'll ask a female colleague to have a candlelight dinner!"

I quickly threatened Little Apple again.

Little Apple: "Okay… don't ask other girls…"

In the end, under my coaxing, threats, and inducements, this little girl was so coaxed that she apologized to me and begged me not to have dinner with other girls, which made me laugh out loud.

Then, after agreeing on a time and place with Little Apple, I hurriedly left the company.

****************************

At dusk, I arrived at the place I had agreed on with Little Apple, looked around, but still couldn't find her.

After searching for a while, I spotted a beautiful girl in a snow-white dress sitting on a bench not far away—it was the little girl.

She sat leisurely on the bench, her eyes initially lighting up with joy when she saw me, then immediately turning her head away with a cold expression, deliberately ignoring my presence.

"What's wrong? Still angry?" I deliberately waved my hand in front of her eyes a few times, then pinched her rosy cheek. She remained unmoved, ignoring me…

I chuckled and took her slender hand, gently playing with it, and said with a smile, "My little apple, what brand of skincare cream are you using? Your hands are so soft and smooth, they feel so nice to touch…"

She glared at me, annoyed, but couldn't help laughing.

"Okay! Not angry anymore? Want to see the gift I'm going to give you?" I quickly coaxed her.

"Mmm!" She nodded, looking curious, probably wondering if I really was going to give her a necklace.
I took a jewelry box out of my bag, waved it in front of her, and smiled, "Want some?"
"Yes!" she nodded shyly.

I handed her the jewelry box, and she took it, smiling brightly, "Thank you!"

I chuckled inwardly; she had no idea what was inside!

I urged her with a smile, "Want to open it and see?" She was a very polite girl; she probably wouldn't open it in front of me if I didn't ask.

"Is it okay?" she asked, her watery eyes looking at me expectantly.

"Sure!" I nodded.

She looked excited and slowly opened the jewelry box…

However, just as she opened it, a scream rang out.

"You big lecher, you pervert!" she cried, raising her fist in embarrassment and punching me.

I burst into laughter because inside the jewelry box was the pink panties she had worn in the elevator that day. I had taken those panties home, and now I was giving them to her as a gift. She blushed furiously.

I let her hit me and laughed, "Do you like the gift I gave you?"

She blushed again and scolded me angrily, "No! You big pervert!"

I hugged her to stop her from hitting me, and then whispered in her ear, "I have another gift for you. Do you want it?"

She turned her head away, snorted, and said, "No!"

"Really don't want it?" As I spoke, I secretly reached into my pocket, took out another jewelry box, and opened it. Inside was a platinum necklace with a pendant of a small diamond.

"Hmm?" I gently kissed Little Apple's delicate, white earlobe, slowly taking its rosy tip into my mouth. She let out a soft moan, unable to resist the teasing, her watery eyes filled with a dreamy light, like a white jasmine slowly blooming.

Suddenly, she let out a shy "Ah!" She saw the shimmering necklace.

I put an arm around her slender waist, gently pulling her close, smiled at her, and said, "Do you like it?"
She paused, glanced at me shyly, then looked at the necklace and whispered, "I like it!"
"Shall I put it on for you?"

She closed her eyes shyly, letting me place the necklace on her fair neck.

"Shall we go eat together?"

"Okay!" She smiled and nodded gently.

****************************

Back home, I immediately hugged Little Apple tightly, then began to tease her from head to toe.

She broke free from my grasp and whispered, "Wait a minute... I'm sweating, let me take a shower, okay?"

I said lecherously, "Sure! Can we shower together?"

She immediately shook her head, nervously saying, "No... no... you're going to tease me again..."

I stepped forward and hugged her, whispering beside her, "How could I tease someone as cute as you? Besides, I can help you scrub your back!"

She still shook her head shyly, saying, "No... you... you'll definitely touch me inappropriately..."

"Then I promise I won't touch you inappropriately, and showering together will make our relationship better! Besides, we've never showered together before..."

With my coaxing and cajoling, she finally nodded slowly, her face flushed, and let me carry her into the bathroom.
Once inside, Little Apple, like a gentle and virtuous wife, ran hot water for me and even reached into the tub to test the water temperature, which made me feel very comfortable.

"Let's take off our clothes!" I said with a smile, stepping forward as if to strip her naked.

"Ah!" She crouched timidly in the corner of the bathroom like a frightened kitten, looking at me pleadingly, "No...it's so embarrassing...please don't take off your clothes, okay?"

She was so cute, how could she take a bath without taking off her clothes?

I laughed, "Have you ever seen anyone take a bath with clothes on?"

Ignoring her reaction, I quickly took off my own clothes, then rushed over and hugged her tightly. Holding her delicate body, the gentle touch made my penis quickly become erect. I pressed my penis against her private parts through her skirt, and she cried out "Ah!" She quickly grabbed it with her hand, her fair and rosy face filled with shyness, and said shyly, "No...please don't...I haven't...taken a bath yet..."

"Then hurry up and take off your clothes, let's take a bath together!" I deliberately thrust my penis a few times, letting my little brother molest her little sister.

When she saw my penis erect and showing off to her, she secretly slapped my penis.
My penis was erect when she hit it like that, almost fracturing my little brother. I yelled in pain, "Ah! It hurts so much! Are you trying to kill your husband?!"

She looked apologetic and said in a panic, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... Does it hurt a lot...?"

I said angrily, "Of course it hurts! It hurts so much, I don't know if I can still use it, what if my little brother is broken? Are you trying to kill your husband?!"

She choked and sobbed, "I really didn't mean to... Please don't be angry... okay?" As she spoke, her lips trembled, her eyes reddened, and tears fell.

Seeing her tearful face, my heart softened, and I quickly went over to hug and comfort her, whispering, "It's my fault! I shouldn't have yelled at you... Please don't cry, okay? If you don't cry... I'll let you hit me one more time, okay?"
After a while, she finally stopped crying, her eyes brimming with tears, her gaze shimmering with shyness, and she smiled as she said, "Can I hit you one more time?"

I was startled and quickly said, "No, no! What if you hurt me?"

Seeing the tears sliding down her cheeks, I lovingly reached out to wipe them away, and then said, "Let's take a bath together!" "

Hmm..." Little Apple knew she couldn't escape, so she simply lowered her head, looking unwilling, and slowly took off her skirt, which excited me greatly.

She pouted and said, "You're so annoying!" Then, after hesitating for a moment, she said, "Close your eyes, don't look!" Then she continued to take off her top. Of course, I couldn't close my eyes. Then I saw her take off her tank top, and her small breasts jumped into my eyes like two little rabbits. At this point, she was only wearing a cute cartoon panty.

"Don't look..." She covered her breasts with her hands, her watery eyes looking at me shyly.

I put my arms around Little Apple's waist and slowly stroked her delicate body. I lowered my head and kissed her breasts.

"It tickles! No..." Little Apple tried to push my head away, but I held her waist with both hands, and she couldn't push me away at all. I then kissed Little Apple's right breast. Her naked upper body was held tightly by me, and my hands stroked her fair and round belly.

"Do you want me to touch your breasts?"

"No... you bad boy... don't touch my breasts..."

Ignoring her protests, I kneaded her breasts hard with both hands.

"Ah...no...no...be gentle...be gentle..."

"Your breasts are the prettiest, small, beautiful, and smooth. Can I kiss your nipples?"
"No...no...don't...kiss my breasts..."

"Hehe, I also want to kiss your little sister, kiss your little bottom..."

"Ah...I hate it...no...don't...kiss my little sister...it's...so dirty..."
Little Apple's breasts were very sensitive. At this moment, she was already dizzy from my kisses, and could only keep making soft moaning sounds.

Her moaning sounds were very beautiful, and not only beautiful, but also like a sob, it was simply captivating and moving. Listening to her moans, I almost couldn't help but ejaculate.

"Is it comfortable?" I asked.

"Mmm!" Her starry eyes were half-closed, her silver teeth clenched, and she nodded as if in a trance.

"Darling, can you touch it for me?" I pulled her right hand and placed her cool little hand on my erect penis. She trembled at first, then, under my guidance, she began to awkwardly stroke my penis.

I kissed the base of her fair neck, making her pant softly: "You...you're so hard..."

"It has to be hard before I can put it inside your little sister! Ah! You...you go slower!" Little Apple's cool little hand quickly stroked my penis, making me almost ejaculate. I couldn't care less about continuing to caress her; I was just focused on enjoying the pleasure Little Apple was giving me.

"Giggle...you big bad boy...you're so excited..." Little Apple played with my penis like a toy, deliberately speeding up her stroking.

"You little vixen!" I was completely at her mercy.

She held my glans in her left palm, rested her face on my thigh, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Does this feel good?"

I said in a trembling voice, "Very good..."

Hearing this, Little Apple shook her hand even more vigorously, pressed her cheek against my thigh, and breathed softly, "Honey... I love you so much!"

Hearing her call me "honey" almost made me ejaculate with excitement. I gritted my teeth and said, "Wife... I'm going to cum!"
"Mmm!" She smiled sweetly, her hands moving faster and faster, and I was about to explode...

Suddenly, Little Apple's hands stopped moving.

"Ah!" I cried out in agony. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly stopped. I wanted to ejaculate but couldn't, and it was incredibly painful. I couldn't help but beg for mercy: "Little Apple... Little Baby... Darling...

Please help me... I want to cum..."

She giggled and let go of my hand, saying, "I don't want to help you!"

I stepped forward and hugged her tightly, resting my head on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "You naughty apple! Help me ejaculate quickly, or I'll rape you!"

She breathed softly in my arms, "Mmm... No... Don't rape me... I'm not a bad apple
..."

I said urgently, "Then help me ejaculate quickly!"

Little Apple smiled slyly and said, "That's dirty! I don't want to!" This little vixen not only wouldn't help me ejaculate, but she also teased my ears and lips with her sweet tongue. I was almost at my breaking point.

I had no choice but to beg again, "Good boy... please help me... I can't take it anymore..."

She smiled sweetly and said, "Then you have to call me sister..."

To release my desire, I had to force a smile and say, "Sister, good sister..."

Little Apple smiled, "Good boy... sister will reward you!" She kissed my neck, and her soft hands grasped my penis again, gently stroking it.

"Ah..." As soon as her little hands touched my penis, I couldn't help but cry out. After a few moments, I ejaculated all over her hands.

Little Apple looked at the semen on her hands as if she was startled, and said in surprise, "How strange, why is it sticky..."

"Of course it's sticky, that's my essence, it can nourish your skin! Do you want to try it?" I laughed, and then kissed her blushing face.

She laughed and said, "No way! You're lying to me again."

At that moment, I suddenly remembered that she had just made me call her "sister," so I grabbed her and said fiercely, "Hehe, what did you do to me just now, sister?"

Seeing my malicious gaze, Little Apple immediately put on a pitiful look and pleaded, "Brother, please don't bully me, okay?"

I laughed, "Aren't you my sister? Good sister, do you want me to spank you?"

She struggled, saying, "No...don't spank me...I'm afraid it will hurt...brother...please...
I'm sorry...I'll be good from now on..."

I gently blew into her ear, and immediately her fair ear turned pink. She seemed afraid I would really spank her, looking at me like a little girl who had done something wrong.

I asked with a smile, "Will you really be good from now on?" As soon as I finished speaking, I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and licked her erect nipple, then gently bit it with my teeth.

Little Apple trembled and said coquettishly, "I'll be good...don't spank me...okay?"
I hugged her and kissed her: "Then help me again later!"

"Okay!" She nodded shyly.

(III) Apple in the Bathroom

After Little Apple agreed to help me again, looking at the beautiful woman in front of me wearing only a cartoon panty, I immediately became erect again. So I took Little Apple's hand and made her squat in front of me and hold my penis and stroke it up and down. The liquid flowing from the meatus of my glans wet her little hand, making it easier for her to stroke it. She was so embarrassed that she kept saying that I was a pervert.

Little Apple's fair face was flushed, and her snow-white breasts rose and fell slightly. She was panting softly while shyly helping me masturbate. Feeling the pleasure brought by her cool little hand, finally a wave of pleasure flashed by, and I thrust hard and shot my semen onto her body.

"Ah..." Little Apple seemed startled. The last time I ejaculated, because my hands were covering my penis, it all ended up on her hands. Although she was a little surprised, she didn't seem to mind. But this time, it happened without warning, directly onto her body.

She stared wide-eyed as my semen shot all over her chest, slowly flowing down her cleavage to her abdomen. Some of it went into her navel, while the rest dripped onto the edge of her panties.
Just then, I saw her shiver. I wondered if I had frightened her, so I quickly squatted down and hugged her, asking softly, "Did I scare you?"

Little Apple buried her head in my neck, her dark hair emitting a faint fragrance. I could feel her delicate body trembling slightly. She looked very ashamed and said to me, "Um... I feel so strange...

I feel so embarrassed..."

I hugged her petite body tightly and laughed, "Weren't you unafraid last time?"

She said like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, "Ugh... you suddenly ejaculated on me... it's sticky... so disgusting!"

I laughed, "Okay, next time I'll tell you before I ejaculate!"

She smiled and stuck out her tongue at me, saying, "No way... there won't be a next time..." At this moment, her little face was flushed, she was just as adorable as could be.

"Really? Then I'll help you release too!" I reached out and pulled her into my arms, pressing her flawless, jade-like body beneath me. I kissed her red lips fiercely, my hands caressing her body.
Little Apple's virginity couldn't withstand this stimulation, letting out alluring moans, which further fueled my lust. My left hand traced along her flat stomach, slipping between her legs, rubbing against her through her thin cartoon panties. Startled

by my sudden attack, she grabbed my neck, her face flushed, and lightly pounded my chest, pleading, "Let go of me... I hate it! I hate it!..."

"Bad apple, I'm going to spank you!" I reached out and picked up Little Apple's delicate body. With a soft cry, I placed my right hand on her pert buttocks, raising it sharply, ready to strike. But when I reached her firm, beautiful bottom, I felt Little Apple's body tremble slightly. So I gently lowered my right hand, deliberately and mischievously caressing her fragrant, soft buttocks, pretending to be fierce as I said, "I'll let you off this time, but I'll spank you next time!"

She playfully stuck out her tongue, looking adorable and mischievous: "I knew you wouldn't hit me..."
I laughed: "Who said that? Next time you don't help me ejaculate, I'll spank you!"

she said coquettishly. "No! No! ...You're so horny!"

I pulled her into my arms, lowered my head and gently bit her almost transparent earlobe, then grabbed her fair hand and kneaded it carefully, laughing as I said, "Don't want it? Then I'll take off your panties, kiss your little sister, and then rape you!"

Little Apple started to lose her senses, her body limp against my bare chest, her breathing
becoming rapid: "Okay...okay...I'll help you...you...no...don't kiss my little sister...
okay?"

After getting a satisfactory answer, I put my arm around Little Apple's slender waist and whispered, "Are you cold? Let's take a hot bath together!"

She nodded gently in my arms.

I added, "Besides, you're covered in my semen, you have to wash!"

She blushed and punched me with her little pink fist, "You're so annoying... so annoying... it's all your fault..."

I could only say, "Okay, okay... it's all my fault... hurry up and take a shower! You should take off your panties, right?
Do you want me to help you?"

"No... I can take them off myself..." she said shyly, shaking her head.

Watching her slowly pull off her thin panties, the edges still stained with my semen, and the crotch area still damp with moisture, probably from the arousal I had caused her to produce some vaginal fluid! Her panties had a Hello Kitty pattern on them; this little girl always wears such cute panties, even at her age she still acts like a little girl.

When the panties came off her buttocks, I looked closely at the untouched vulva of this young girl, very close, much more stimulating than the last time in the elevator.

Little Apple's vulva had a very soft curve, with only sparse pubic hair on the mound and no hair growing on either side of her pink labia. Her lower abdomen was very flat and smooth, sloping down, curving slightly into a beautiful arc where it met her slender thighs, with two tightly joined pink labia forming a deep, folded groove that protruded above the mound. The groove looked very deep, the two sides joined very tightly, and I couldn't see what was inside at all. I thought it must be very narrow inside, and it must feel very comfortable to put my penis in.

After taking the showerhead and washing off the semen on her body, I lay down in the bathtub first, and Little Apple followed me in. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her face against my chest, nestled in my arms, and closed her eyes. Looking at
Little Apple's delicate and luscious face, I didn't hesitate to kiss her lips. She
made a soft "ooh," and awkwardly let me hold her red lips. She was a little nervous, her teeth were tightly closed, making it difficult for me to find an entrance, and her body was trembling slightly from nervousness.

My hands began to roam over Little Apple's body, tracing the curves of her waist to her small breasts. She nervously reached out and pressed my hands against hers, but the pressure sent a tingling pleasure through her, causing her to let out a soft moan.

My tongue seized the opportunity to invade, touching Little Apple's fragrant tongue. The instant my tongue touched hers, I felt an indescribable pleasure, as if electrocuted.
I withdrew my tongue and then sucked hard, guiding Little Apple's tongue deep into my mouth. Her sweet saliva flowed into my mouth along with my tongue, which I sucked continuously until she was slightly out of breath.

At this moment, Little Apple's baby face was flushed with shyness, like a budding flower, so endearing. Seeing my teasing gaze, she shyly buried her head in my chest, her soft, boneless body leaning gently against me, exuding an alluring fragrance, her face as beautiful as a flower, breathing softly.

Gently stroking Little Apple's cascading hair, I couldn't help but think, "What a beautiful sight it will be when I deflower this little girl?" Thinking of this lewd thought, I unconsciously chuckled. Turning my head, I saw Little Apple looking at me with her beautiful eyes wide open, blinking curiously.

I chuckled and pinched her delicate nose. "How does it feel?"

Little Apple nodded unconsciously.

Soaking in the hot water, I held her tenderly for a while, almost falling asleep. Little Apple, also sleepy, leaned against me contentedly with her eyes closed. But then she suddenly murmured sweetly, "I need to pee..." "

Really? Then I'll carry you to pee!" I immediately woke up, stood up, and carried her sideways in my arms. She was covered in water droplets, looking like a beautiful woman just emerged from a bath.

"Ah! No!" Little Apple woke up, her long legs kicking slightly, her little fists landing on my shoulder. But it seemed like just a symbolic resistance. She buried her face in my chest, probably just shy, not really rejecting me. She obediently let me carry her to the toilet and sat down. I immediately stared at her genitals, examining them closely.

Little Apple's pale pink labia were tightly closed. She nervously reached out to protect her private parts, looking at me shyly.

"You're so cute! Can I take a look?" I whispered seductively in her ear.
Little Apple blushed, her eyes tightly shut, turning her head away, too embarrassed to look at me. Then, she slowly moved her hand away, revealing her beautiful private parts again.

This little girl knew, of course, that I was just teasing her, but even knowing it, she would still obediently do things that made her feel shy for the sake of her beloved.

After a while, "Mmm..." she groaned.

A "drizzling" sound rang out, and Little Apple urinated. A small, slightly yellowish waterfall gushed from her urethra into the toilet, and a warm, slightly pungent odor rose from her private parts.

"Phew..." Little Apple seemed quite comfortable, letting out a soft sigh.

Before long, the small waterfall gradually weakened, the flow becoming a thin stream, intermittent, with only a few drops of urine flowing out when she strained. Eventually, even the flow disappeared, the urine gradually diminishing until it dripped silently into the toilet.

At this moment, I noticed several silvery threads appearing on her vulva, slowly dripping into the toilet along with the drops of urine. I figured it was probably because I was watching her urinate that the little girl even started to produce vaginal fluid.
Little Apple's ears turned bright red. She covered her face with her hands and said shyly, "Don't look...it's dirty..."

I comforted her, "No, you look cute when you pee!"

She looked adorably shy, blushing as she said, "But it's so embarrassing..."

I gently combed her hair and said with a smile, "It's okay, we'll get married in the future, right? So you'll get used to it."

"Mmm..." Little Apple nodded shyly, her face full of radiance.

I picked up the showerhead and helped her wash her genitals. She leaned against my chest affectionately, so I had to hold her while washing her.

(IV) Apple's Incontinence Incident

Since that time Little Apple helped me ejaculate twice in the bathroom and let me touch her entire body, our relationship has made leaps and bounds. Although I didn't break her virginity, she started calling me "husband
." She's a very traditional and obedient girl who already had feelings for me. Although we didn't lose her virginity, she probably felt that I had taken it from her, and that she would marry no one but me.

That day, I had arranged to go out with Little Apple. When I opened the door early in the morning, I saw her waiting for me outside.

She was wearing a sexy tank top that revealed her milky-white skin, and a very alluring bubble skirt. Her long, beautiful legs were covered in sheer white stockings. I almost had a nosebleed looking at her; she was such a stunning beauty.

I stared at her intently: "You're going to make my nose bleed!"

She seemed very happy, yet a little shy, and hurriedly ran to my side, grabbing my arm tightly: "Don't look..."

I looked at her with a smile. This little girl is only now getting shy. Why didn't she think of that when she was wearing it?

I went downstairs first and drove the car over. Little Apple immediately opened the car door and jumped in. From the moment she got in, she was excited, acting like a little girl, sometimes whining and sometimes chattering non-stop.

Halfway through the drive, she suddenly fell silent. I turned my head, wondering why she was quiet, but I saw a strange expression on Little Apple's face, her brows furrowed, and her voice trembling as she said, "H-husband…"
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" I asked quickly, noticing her odd expression.

"Can…can we go back?" she said haltingly, finally managing to finish the sentence.
Her face looked a little pale. I thought maybe she had started her period, so I immediately asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to get out of the car and rest for a bit?"

"Um..." She nodded slightly, looking a little sad.

"But we're on the highway, so we'll have to wait a bit, okay?"

At this moment, Little Apple clutched her stomach in pain and said sadly, "But...I...I feel so bad..."

I asked worriedly, "Are you sick?"

She just shook her head.

"Is it your period again?"

She shook her head again, her eyes filled with tears.

I asked again, "Is your stomach upset?"

She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Could this little girl be having the same problem as that time in the elevator?

I asked, "Do you need to go to the toilet?"

"Um..." Little Apple nodded shyly. Suddenly, her expression changed, and I heard a gurgling sound coming from her lower abdomen.

"Don't look at me, don't..." she said weakly, her face pale and her head down.

It turned out that this little girl had a stomachache and needed to have diarrhea. This is really bad. How am I supposed to get her to use the restroom on the highway? And there's still a distance to the next rest stop.

After racking my brains, a brilliant idea suddenly struck me. Last time in the elevator, I used a plastic bag to help her with her bowel movement. I smiled wryly, thinking, "I'll have to use

a plastic bag again this time. This little girl is really good at getting into trouble." With great difficulty, I parked the car on the shoulder, rolled up the window, and found a plastic bag. I originally intended it to prevent Little Apple from getting carsick and vomiting, but now it's being used to help her with diarrhea.

I smiled and took out the plastic bag. She understood what I meant, and her face turned red.

There was another "glug" sound. She was almost dying of embarrassment, but she couldn't hold it in any longer. So, blushing, she reached into her short skirt, hooked her fingers around the ends of her underwear near her waist, and slowly pulled it down. The underwear slowly moved down until the fabric left her private parts, and then she pulled the pale yellow underwear down to her calves.

I handed her the plastic bag, and she took it, nervously saying, "Don't look at me... please?"
I said helplessly, "Your skirt is covering it, I can't see."

She looked pitiful and aggrieved, suppressing her urge to relieve herself, and gently lifted her little bottom to adjust her position on the seat before placing the plastic bag between her inner thighs.

The thought of her not wearing underwear under her skirt, looking so shy, holding the plastic bag inside her skirt, preparing to relieve herself in front of me, made me laugh, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You...you...don't...laugh at me..." she stammered, her eyes tightly closed, her legs trembling, as if she was about to burst.

I suppressed a laugh and said, "Okay, okay, I won't laugh at you anymore!"

Little Apple finally couldn't hold back any longer. I heard a "poof" sound as she farted. Her pale face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment, her eyes filled with endless tears, and she pitifully lowered her head.

Finally, she burst into tears with a "waaaah," and crystal tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, "Waaah...husband...waaah...you...don't...don't listen..."

A few seconds later, there was another "poof" sound, and a thick gas was expelled from Little Apple's private parts. She was so ashamed that tears kept falling, and the air was filled with the smell of grains.

I didn't dare laugh at her then. Seeing her crying her eyes out, I felt a pang of heartache. So I leaned over and let her sit on her side in my arms, gently comforting her, "Little darling, don't cry... I won't laugh at you..."

At that moment, Little Apple was trying hard to clench the muscles of her anus to prevent the filth from flowing out. Her face streaked with tears, she leaned against me, choking out, "Am I... so dirty?"

I kissed her flushed cheek and said, "Everyone has moments when they can't help themselves. It's normal!"

Little Apple nestled softly in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, tears streaming silently down her face. "Waaah... Waaah... But... this is so embarrassing... Will you hate me?"

I comforted her, "I love you so much! I don't think you're embarrassed because of this. Besides, my little darling is the cleanest, right?"

Perhaps because of my comfort, she relaxed. The muscles around Little Apple's anus loosened, and a thin liquid mixed with yellowish substances spurted out of her anus and fell into the plastic bag.

"No..." she cried so softly, probably exhausted from crying. I could only stroke her long hair and soothe her gently in her ear.

A few seconds later, I heard a "hiss...hiss..." sound of urination. Little Apple had urinated; a stream of urine dripped into the plastic bag, some of it flowing down her thighs, making her white stockings slightly transparent.

"Waaah...waaah...husband..." she sobbed in my arms, unable to stop the excrement. I could only comfort her, trying to distract her from the shameful discharge.

After a while, Little Apple had probably finished. She straightened up from my arms, pulled the plastic bag out from under her skirt, and looked at me with a flushed face. A faint stench filled the air.

It seemed this little girl was at a loss again, and it was time for me to help her out. I took the plastic bag from her; it felt heavy in my hand. I didn't look at it for long; if I did, she'd be mortified. I grabbed a paper bag and stuffed it all in, sealing it up.

This reminded me of the time she lost control of her bladder in the elevator, and I ended up having to help her with that too. I couldn't help but chuckle. She probably knew what I was laughing at, and just shyly lowered her head, whispering, "Ugh..."

Because of this "incontinence incident," our date had to be canceled at the last minute, as I had to go home and deal with Little Apple's problem.

[Last edited by duan567]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/48207.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=48207&aspx=1

Previous Page : An Ambiguous Outcome (The End)

Next Page : Fang Yaoying Series: Naked Night Angel Part 1

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The Elevator Romance: Little Apple has been updated.

comment Open a new window to view comments