The Neighbor in Summer (Student Campus Adult Novel)

Last July was so hot that it was annoying. I was busy with work and my wife and sister-in-law went on a trip to Xinjiang. They had been gone for three days. I just called them and they said they had just returned from Kanas Lake and would need a few more days. I wanted them to have a good time.

A man sat on the sofa, drinking beer, watching a TV series on TV that was produced by a group of directors and screenwriters while chatting around hot pot. I wanted to go out, but the weather was too hot. Plus, we celebrated the deal yesterday until the early morning and didn’t get back until late at night. I felt too lazy to move, so I just had to kill time.

I looked at the time and it was past ten o'clock. I took a shower and came out in shorts. I waited for my hair to dry and went to bed early. Just as I was about to finish smoking the cigarette in my hand and go to bed, the doorbell rang. I couldn't help but wonder who came to my house so late and why he didn't call if he had something to say. Maybe that guy was drunk and came to harass me. I stood up reluctantly and opened the door without asking who it was. When I opened the door, both the person and I were stunned.

A woman in a gauze nightgown was standing at the door. Looking at her red face, I remembered that I once helped her pick up fruits that were scattered on the stairs due to quality problems of plastic bags. She was my neighbor across the street.

Because it is a commercial house, neighbors seldom visit each other. My contact with her was limited to the help she provided last time. After we arrived at the same time, we went into our own rooms. The only conversation we had was her politely thanking me and I replied that you're welcome. From now on, when we meet on the stairs, we will just nod and smile as a greeting.

I was really surprised to see her outfit at that moment. Besides, it would be embarrassing for both of us to meet each other in such cool clothes. She said anxiously, "Excuse me, can I use your phone?" while looking at the stairs worriedly, afraid that someone would come up.

My mind was racing at this moment. While answering, I was wondering what might have happened to her, maybe she locked the house with her keys. After receiving my invitation, she walked in quickly. As she passed by me, a strong scent of shampoo and bath gel told me that she had just taken a shower.

I closed the door and told her where the phone was. When she walked towards the phone, she would pass by the floor lamp I had turned on. I turned off the main lights in the living room because I was getting ready for bed. The light now reflected two slender legs under the gauze skirt, which gave me a great visual impact. A warm current rolled in my lower abdomen, and I turned on the main lights without thinking.

The hall suddenly became bright, which made her panic. She asked anxiously, "Can you turn off the lights?" I explained guiltily, "I'm afraid you can't see clearly," and turned off the lights. But in just a short time I had already seen her naked body under her skirt.

Now I can be sure that she went out after taking a shower, and the reason was not to see someone off, because no woman would dress like this to see someone off. Dressing like this means that she dresses like this at home. So she must have come out to throw away the garbage. The garbage chute on this floor is half a floor below, so it must be like this.

At this time, she was pressing the buttons quickly. I was praying in my heart that no one would answer, so that I would not be alone tonight. The thought of this made my blood boil and my whole body became hot. The shorts under my crotch could not cover my erection. I stared at the flashing screen and all the nerves in my body were focused on her.

After a few minutes of her anxious chatter, she put down the phone in disappointment. I had no choice but to ask, "What's wrong? Did you lock your keys at home?" She moved herself into the shadows and said, "I came out to throw away the garbage and the door was closed. I did this before and didn't close the door."

I have had a similar experience, so I said with certainty: "Did you turn on the range hood?" She was surprised and realized why she was locked out. "Oh, that's it. What should I do?"

"Who did you call?" I asked with concern. "I still have a key at my parents' house, but no one answered the phone at home. Where could they go so late at night?" She was anxious and at a loss, and her expression became very depressed. "Don't be anxious, call again later. Sit for a while first." I comforted her.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you lend me a piece of clothing?" I pretended to be stupid and asked, "Are you cold?" I went to the door and took my coat and handed it to her. After she put it on, she seemed more comfortable. She came over and sat on the sofa. Suddenly, she said, "Can you lend me a set of clothes? I'll go get the key."

I laughed in my heart when I heard this. At this moment, her intelligence was seriously affected due to her anxiety, and she couldn't help but say, "How are you going to get it when your parents are not here?" She sighed in frustration and helplessness when she heard this.

I started thinking about it in my mind and decided to give it a try. I told her to help her climb over from the balcony. I knew it was impossible to do, but I just wanted to see how she would react. If she only thought about herself and didn't consider my safety at all, I would give up because it would cause trouble. If she stopped me out of concern, it showed her kindness, and there would be nothing wrong even if the matter was accomplished.

As expected, when I told her my idea, we went to the balcony and she gave up and said, "How can we get over here? No, it's too dangerous." I said, "Let me try." I climbed onto the balcony window sill, and she nervously grabbed me and said, "No, it's too dangerous, come down." I went back to the balcony and said, "What should we do? If not, you can sleep here. I'll make do in the living room."

She looked at me warily, and saw sincerity in my eyes. She said helplessly, "I'll make another call," and walked over to make the call. I followed her back to the living room, and she sat back on the sofa in disappointment again. I poured her a glass of water.

We started chatting, and she told me that her husband was on a business trip. As a sales manager, he often travels on business. In order to live a better life, there was no other way. She started talking about myself and I told her that my wife was traveling. As we got gradually familiar with each other, I joked, "It seems that we are destined to be together. My wife is traveling and your husband is on a business trip. God arranged for us two lonely people to be alone in a room."

She said shyly, "Don't think too much. This is an accident. But it's true. I don't know what happened today. I usually go to bed early, but today I couldn't sleep, so I cleaned up the room. I didn't expect something like this to happen. I'm really sorry to disturb you so late."

Sure enough, she asked, "And what?" A somewhat lewd smile appeared on my face. In order not to lose this God-given opportunity, I said, "Don't be angry when I tell you." She nodded, and I continued, "And you were wearing such sexiness that I couldn't control myself." After hearing that, she naturally looked down at herself, pulled the front of her clothes on her shoulders, and said embarrassedly, "Don't say it, it's so embarrassing." Her face turned red, but she looked at me with her eyes.

"Stop pulling. Why should you cover up such a beautiful nightgown, especially the body underneath? Let me take another look, okay?" I began to arouse her sexual desire, and she suddenly said nervously, "What did you see? No!" I didn't say anything, but just looked at her with eyes full of impulse.

She understood what I meant from my eyes, stood up gracefully and said, "I'm leaving." I stood up to stop her and said, "How are you going out dressed like this?" "I'll call again, they may be back," she turned around nervously, I grabbed her arms, and she backed away and tried to break free from me.

I didn't hold her tightly. She fell down on the sofa, and I approached her, leaning over her, and put my hands on the sofa armrests to control her so that she couldn't escape. She half-raised her head and looked at me, with a nervous look in her eyes. A hint of reluctance flashed through her mind and she said, "What are you doing? Don't do this."

I didn't say anything, but just looked at her with eyes full of love and desire, and moved my head closer to her. She looked at me approaching, her eyes fixed on me, and her mind kept thinking refuse - give up - refuse - give up. The look in her eyes told me without any concealment that the slender fingers of her hands looked even whiter because of the clothes.

When my head was close enough to her that she could feel the heat of my breath, she turned her head away and gave up holding on to the clothes. She pushed my shoulders with both hands to stop me from getting closer and said, "Please don't do this. I'm not a casual woman. Please don't do this."

She pushed my hand away weakly. Women are really interesting sometimes. Even though they have clearly given up resistance, they still want men to admit that she is not doing it for lust. They push their reserve when wearing clothes to the extreme, and become unscrupulous once naked.

I didn't continue because she gave up holding her clothes and opened her clothes, revealing her breasts. I lowered my head and took a close look at the two bulges under her nightgown and her chest and abdomen that were rising and falling with tense and rapid breathing. She felt me ​​stop and turned to look at me. When she saw where my eyes were, she hummed softly and put her hands back to her chest. I took the opportunity to kiss her and hugged her with both hands at the same time.

After being kissed on the lips, she immediately turned her head and pressed her arms on my shoulders again, saying anxiously: "No, don't do this, I'm going to scream." I whispered in her ear: "Go ahead and scream. You come to my house dressed like this, what will others think? Even if you accuse me of rape, I will admit it. Who made me like you?" After saying that, I didn't give her any chance. I pulled out a hand and grabbed her full breasts.

She twisted her body, but not violently, and her mouth still avoided my kiss. I pressed the bulge in the center of her breast with my middle finger, pressed it into the breast, and rubbed it from slow to fast. When I shook my hands quickly, she made a sound of complete giving up from her throat: "No!" Her hands changed from pushing to tightly grasping my shoulders, and then because she was curled up in the sofa and had no breath, she had to tilt her head back to open her throat, allowing me to force my mouth on it.

I let go of her breasts and reached my hand into her skirt to caress her smooth buttocks. I reached my other hand through the shoulder strap of her skirt to grab her full and smooth breasts. I turned my lower hand to the front and moved it up along the smooth inside of her thighs. She nervously squeezed her thighs tightly and said nervously, "No, please."

I ignored her weak and half-hearted request, and my fingers fell persistently on her hairy mons pubis. I squeezed the soft flesh at the root of her thighs with my middle finger and rubbed her hot labia outside her thin panties. She couldn't control an unbearable moan from her throat, and grabbed my wrist weakly to stop me.

I patiently looked through the cicada-wing-like private parts and searched for the clitoris at the top of the crack that could make her surrender. She intelligently knew my purpose and increased the strength of her hands to try to pull my hands out. Her heart was constantly struggling. Desire was already surging in her body, requiring her to give up resistance and get another kind of stimulation brought by this affair. However, reason and morality required her to resist and not do the behavior that would lead to her being convicted.

The surging emotions in her body were telling her to give up resistance. You are dressed like this, and you come to a house with only one man so late at night. Even if you accuse him of rape, how many people will believe you? You should just give up resistance and feel a passion you have never experienced before. Besides, the sex life with her husband has become dull from the passion in the early days of their marriage. Because of his work, sex is just a routine for them. She has to suppress her sexual desire. She can get satisfaction by giving up resistance. It will not affect her family this time.

As lust gradually took over her body, her resistance became weaker and weaker. I could feel her psychological changes and I speeded up the teasing movements with my hands. In order to completely pull her out of her rationality and into the sea of ​​desire, I twisted her already hardened nipples harder. The pain stimulated her subconscious female desire to be conquered. She said weakly, "Be gentle, it hurts." I relaxed and used gentle caresses instead. The fingers below had already lifted the covering and directly found the swollen clitoris in the crack, using the constantly flowing wet and greasy body fluids.

The quick teasing of my fingers made her whole body go limp. I knew it was time, so I picked her up. The sudden weightlessness made her nervously hug my neck with both hands. I held her tightly in my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

I laid her on the bed, and without giving her time to react, I took off her skirt and panties, then stopped and looked at her with loving eyes, with my hands on her plump and tender breasts, without making any movements. She was surprised and didn't know what was happening. She opened her eyes that were tightly closed because of shyness, but when she saw my eyes, she turned her head away and closed her eyes in panic and shame.

I whispered in her ear with affection and temptation, "Open your eyes and look at me," she shook her head. I grabbed the top of her breasts with my fingers and slowly increased my strength. She felt my persistence and said, "No," but still opened her eyes and looked at me, watching me slowly approach her nervous and gasping lips. She suddenly hugged my neck with both hands, put her mouth close to me and kissed me tightly, stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, looking for my tongue. I met my tongue and entangled it with mine.

I knew she had completely given up resistance, so I began to caress her beautiful skin fiercely. I reached my hand between her legs, and she intelligently spread her legs. I inserted my fingers into her wet vagina and pressed my thumb on her clitoris. While digging into her hot vagina, I rubbed her clitoris fiercely. She couldn't help but let out a happy hum in her throat.

I slowly withdrew from her body to between her legs. She knew I was looking at her labia that had been opened due to arousal. She covered her vagina with her hands in shame. I pulled her hands away. She couldn't help but said, "Don't look." I used my hands to spread her pubic hair that was wet and stuck together by her body fluids, and gently separated the two not-so-big fleshy lips. She looked up at me in confusion and said, "What are you doing?"

I smiled mischievously and kissed her right away. She screamed "Oh" in surprise. I knew she had never had this experience before. Her words after the scream confirmed my judgment. She said, "No, it's dirty." I looked up and said, "How could it be? This is a way for me to show that I like you." After that, I took her clitoris into my mouth and licked it with my hot tongue. She was so stimulated that her whole body trembled and she kept making all kinds of uncontrollable noises from her mouth.

Soon her whole body became stiff, she grasped my head with both hands, her hips responded to my licking, and she let out a cry of joy suppressed by a woman's instinctive reserve. I knew she had an orgasm, and in order to make her never forget it, I gently bit her clitoris with my teeth to prolong her orgasm. "Ah, I'm going to die, ah!"

After she calmed down a little after her orgasm, I climbed on top of her, held her head with both hands and asked, "Are you comfortable?" She no longer avoided my gaze but looked at me with incredible and lustful eyes, nodded, then turned her head away shamefully, holding me with both hands and pressing her soft breasts between our chests.

I reached out and held my erect penis, slid it between her labia, and said softly, "Can I come in? Will you give yourself to me?" She turned her head and looked at me with eyes full of lust and love, nodded and slightly raised her hips, giving me the message of welcome.

When I entered her body, she was no longer reserved. She hugged me with both hands, moaning non-stop, and showered kisses on my face with her lips. She wrapped her legs around mine and cooperated with my thrusts intelligently.

Twenty minutes later, she hugged me and wouldn't let me get down after her exhausting climax, while tears of contradiction flowed out of her eyes. Reason returned to her brain, and I wiped away her tears and said gently, "Are you comfortable?" She said softly, "Yeah."

After a long time, she pushed me away, got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at her beautiful back, her hips twisting when she walked, and her crotch raised again. I didn't chase her. I lit a cigarette, looked at the bathroom door, and waited for her beauty after she came out of the bath.

She didn't come out for a long time, so I got up a little worried and went into the bathroom. I saw her sitting on the edge of the bathtub. When she saw me come in, she hugged her plump breasts with both hands, covered her crotch with one hand, and looked at me with her red eyes from crying, aggrieved and resentful. I couldn't help but walk over to her with a little heartache and hugged her and said, "Don't do this, be careful not to catch a cold," I picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, and helped her out.

After we got into bed, she said nothing. When I hugged her, she obediently snuggled into my arms.

After a long time, she gently pushed me and said, "How can I face my husband in the future?" I hugged her tighter, "You will still be a good wife when you go back tomorrow. This is the fate we cultivated in our previous life. You don't have to blame yourself. Any man will be moved by a woman as outstanding as you." Women are always happy to accept compliments.

The next day she left wearing my shirt and jeans. I was looking forward to meeting her when she returned the clothes.

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