Recalling a true experience

It's been almost 10 years since that real-life experience
, and the past is still vivid in my mind. I've gradually matured from the naive and inexperienced fresh out of college. Perhaps it was this experience ten years ago that gave me a different understanding of relationships and sex. Driven by a sense of curiosity, I searched and read a lot about infidelity and sex swapping, and released my desires countless times. I've always cherished memories and longings about that experience ten years ago. So, I'm writing this down to satisfy my still-present beautiful fantasies. This is just a simple account of events.
In 2009, I graduated from university and rented a single room near my company. The two-bedroom apartment had a partitioned living room, and three other rooms were rented. The master bedroom was occupied by a young couple from Northeast China; the man was named Zhao Gang, and the woman was named Xiao Yan. They were both around 18 years old and worked as hairdressers and nail technicians. The girl in the living room was from Hunan, named Zhou Lan, a year older than me, and worked at a bank. After living together for a few months, we gradually got to know each other, sometimes visiting each other to chat, and occasionally getting together to cook on weekends. I first became acquainted with Zhou Lan because we were the same age and both from the South, so we had a lot in common. She had a boyfriend, and they had been dating for three years, but they didn't live together. We often chatted after get off work. Since we had similar tastes in food, we cooked together, which was a way of taking care of each other in a foreign land. Zhou Lan had a great figure and was quite pretty, about 166cm tall. She often wore business suits with nude or black stockings, which made her very sexy. I was the first one to get home from work every day, and it only took me about ten minutes to get home, so I was usually in charge of cooking dinner. Zhou Lan usually got home half an hour later than me, so she would be in charge of washing the dishes and cleaning up. We often ate dinner together like this, chatting as we ate. As we got to know each other better, our conversations became more and more in-depth. We talked about our past relationships, her experience of being rejected by a male classmate in high school, her relationship with her current boyfriend, and so on. We talked about almost everything. To be honest, I did think about pursuing her, but considering that she had a boyfriend, I didn't take any action. I just couldn't help but fantasize about her every night, using her as an object to release my desires. In particular, she often put on and took off stockings in front of me, and even wore slippers with her stockinged legs crossed while we ate dinner together. In the summer, she would wear low-cut, loose-fitting pajamas and nightgowns, which often made me have impure thoughts and swallow hard. I couldn't resist anymore, and a few times I secretly used her underwear and stockings that were hanging outside to masturbate. As we became more and more familiar with each other, we became less and less reserved, and our behavior at home became more and more casual.
One time, Zhou Lan came home from work and told me directly that she didn't want to eat. After entering the room, she didn't move. I asked her what was wrong, and when I went into her room, she hadn't changed her clothes or taken off her shoes. She lay down on the bed, her hand on her forehead, saying that she felt unwell, had a cold and fever, and felt weak all over. I touched her forehead, and it was indeed very hot. I took her temperature with the thermometer I had at home, and it was 39.3 degrees Celsius. Luckily, I still had some unused fever reducer and fever patches, so I brought them to her, gave her some water, and then put on the fever patch. She kept thanking me, but remained limp. After I finished and stopped, my attention was drawn back to her body. Standing beside her, looking at her long, shapely legs, fair skin, and the backs of her feet, my mouth started watering again. I told her to call me if she needed anything and quickly left her room. Then I went to prepare my dinner. After dinner, I went to check on her again; she said she was sweating a lot. I poured her a glass of warm water and helped her drink it. I don't know where I got the courage, but I asked if she wanted me to change her clothes. I immediately felt embarrassed after saying that. Zhou Lan didn't refuse; she said her nightgown was on the hanger next to her. I felt encouraged. While talking to her, I took off her shoes, intentionally touching her stockinged feet. Then I unbuttoned her top. She asked if she was fat. I said no, I had a great figure. She laughed and said she didn't have much of a chest. Indeed, her chest wasn't large, rather flat. I said, "If your boyfriend likes it, that's fine." I continued to take off her skirt. She lifted her buttocks slightly to cooperate. She said her boyfriend was like an immature child, incapable of taking care of anyone. I took off her skirt, leaving her in only a bra, white panties, and flesh-colored sheer pantyhose. My heart raced, and though I had been trying to slow down, I suddenly froze. She laughed and told me not to get any lustful thoughts. I couldn't control myself. I sat on the edge of her bed, my hands unconsciously moving to her body, first touching her long, silky legs, smooth and delicate, then her waist and breasts, my hands slowly roaming over her skin. Zhou Lan didn't speak, her eyes closed. Seeing her like this, I grew bolder. I placed one hand on her lower abdomen, stroking it, and with the other, I held her foot. I lowered my head, pressing my nose against her thigh, slowly inhaling her scent from her groin to her instep, the faint fragrance constantly stimulating me. I didn't care anymore. I took off my shoes, climbed onto her bed, straddled her, and looked at her. She turned her head to the side, refusing to look at me. I began kissing her face and neck, removing her bra, gently touching her nipples with my tongue, then biting and sucking. Zhou Lan couldn't help but cry out. After licking her breasts, I moved to her lower body. I tried to pull down her pantyhose and underwear, but she initially resisted, so I pressed one hand firmly against her vulva and slowly rubbed it, while the other hand slowly pulled them down as she twisted. Finally, she gave up, lifted her buttocks, and I easily removed her stockings and underwear. I buried my head in her dark forest, inhaling the alluring scent, while my hands continued to caress her stockinged legs. Then, I pulled one of her stockings and underwear off, spread her legs, and began to slowly lick her labia, occasionally gently pulling them apart. Zhou Lan was already panting heavily. My tongue pressed against her vulva, then tried to penetrate her vagina. Zhou Lan's vagina became increasingly wet, and my mouth, nose, and face were all wet. I inserted my fingers and slowly inserted them for a while. Zhou Lan's feet tried to touch my penis. I pulled down my pants, spread her thighs, and slowly slid my hard penis inside her. Zhou Lan let out a long sigh. I continued thrusting, sniffing and licking her stockinged legs and feet. Zhou Lan kept moaning until I was about to ejaculate. I pulled out and made her suck on me; after a while, I ejaculated all over her mouth. After getting up, I gave her some tissue to spit it out, and then wiped her genitals dry. She said, "I'm sick, and you still did this to me." I said I was sorry, I just couldn't control myself; I was just driven by lust. Then she said, "My boyfriend has never licked my genitals; you're the first." Then she said, "I need to rest." I said, "Then I'll go back to my room. Call me if you need anything; I'll get you a glass of hot water and put it by the bed." She turned over, covered herself with the blanket, and said, "Close the door." I went back to my room.
The next day, we felt incredibly awkward when we met. I asked her if she was feeling better, but she didn't speak to me. For the next few days, we didn't speak; she just told me not to wait for her for dinner. When I ran into her and her boyfriend, she even thanked me profusely in front of him, saying how much I had taken care of her. Her boyfriend kept thanking me. Later, we both gradually forgot about it. After work, we still ate together. A few times, I cautiously mentioned wanting to smell her stockings and lick her genitals, but she refused. She even told me to find a girlfriend quickly. We acted like nothing had happened. Although I still had fantasies, I stopped bringing it up. Until her one-year lease expired, she moved out.
Now, she's married with children. We occasionally ask how things are going, exchange likes on WeChat, but everything else is in the past.

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