A romantic encounter with stolen underwear (adult urban life novel)

I used to rent an apartment at a university in Beijing. It was an old apartment building and the people living there were a mixed crowd, including junior college students from their school, students who took self-taught exams, and people like me who were drifting in Beijing. I had a very exciting experience there. I once got 11 pairs of beautiful panties there, and of course a bra (I wasn't very interested in bras, so I threw them away after masturbating).

Girls always like to hang their underwear in the bathroom, which gives me an opportunity. At night when everyone was asleep, I put a stocking around my neck, imitating what I saw on TV, and then went from the first floor to the fifth floor and stole things.

The first time I got two. One was cream-blue with many small holes, like seersucker, and the vulva had a faint blue color, which might be the trace left by the sanitary napkin. The other was a light cream-green lace. I don't know why girls' underwear often has a small flower made of ribbon on the top. Is it just for decoration? It's always exciting to succeed for the first time. To be honest, I haven't done it for a long time. I was quite scared. Even though I am Cuihua's fellow villager, I still get nervous sometimes.

The second time I got two pairs of shoes, one black lace and one beige elastic, which should be tight-fitting. The most I got was three at once on the fifth floor. The pink lace one was quite special. Not only did it have a small flower made of ribbon, but there were also three beads in the center of the flower, like stamens. The other two are more plain and very old. One of them should be white but may have been stained by other clothes and looks like light yellow. The other one has a white background with small prints on it. Another time, I also got two pairs. One was a sports type, without any small flowers, but with good elasticity. The other was light blue with two small white flowers printed on it. The small flower disc made of ribbon on this pair of underwear looked like a button.

It was a day in late September, around 3 a.m. I was camouflaging myself in the bathroom and preparing to go upstairs to find my prey. I was extremely nervous at that moment and my heart was pounding like it was about to jump out of my chest. It's very exciting. At this moment, I heard the sound of slippers coming from a distance. I was so scared that I quickly hid behind the door, holding my breath and not daring to make a sound. Judging from the footsteps, it should be a girl. She went into the toilet next to the washroom. But this floor is the boys’ dormitory, how could there be girls here? I suddenly understood that the girl must not have gone upstairs and was secretly living with her boyfriend. To be honest, some of the girls here are really indecent.

I hid behind the door and waited until she left before taking action. At this moment, I couldn't help but think of the girl's body and what a happiness it would be to hold her in my arms. It would be even better if I could go one step further. Although I am not ugly, I am thin and small, and my height is less than 1.65 meters. The girls didn't even look at me. I also never mustered up the courage to chase a girl. The boy has an instinctive desire that has been suppressed in his heart. So borrowing things from my sisters is a last resort. At this time the girl had come out of the toilet. She came to the bathroom probably to wash her hands.

The moment she walked in. With the faint moonlight (the light in the bathroom had long been broken), I saw that it was her. The girl who often walks around campus with her boyfriend. She is thin, about 1.63 meters tall. She is not very pretty, but has a good looks. She went to the sink and instead of washing her hands, she lifted up her pajamas and put her feet in the sink. He must have accidentally splashed urine on his feet. Thinking of that little hole that would flow with water, my little brother suddenly swelled up. At this time, my mouth was dry and I couldn't help swallowing my saliva. Our sink was extra high so she had to lift up her nightgown. But at first glance I saw her white panties and her round little butt. I couldn't bear it any longer. I didn't know where I got the courage from. I rushed behind her. She must have realized that someone was rushing towards her in her sleepy state. Before she could even say "ah", my hand covered her mouth. Don't scream, or I'll kill you. I think my voice must have trembled when I said this.

I covered her mouth with one hand and with the other hand I lifted her pajamas and started to take off her panties. She must have been frightened by the sudden situation. It took her a while to react and she struggled desperately. At this time, the girl's strength is much greater than usual. Although I am thin, I am also very strong. Besides, she is a girl after all. I pulled off the hood, dragged her to the wall, and pushed her against the wall. I twisted her hands behind her back and used my legs to pin her legs apart. This way, not only could she not kick me, but she was also firmly fixed to the wall by me. After biting her neck and chest for a while, I pulled off her panties. I also let go of her hands so that I could free one hand to attack her pussy. She began to push me desperately with both hands, but when she found it was futile, she started to dig her sharp nails deep into my flesh, leaving deep scars on my arms and back.

I endured the pain, attacked her pussy at a faster frequency, and tried to kiss her mouth, but she shook her head left and right to refuse me. I just gave up. She had just urinated, so her pussy was wet and I could easily insert a finger into it. When she found out that I had used something to break through her last line of defense, she suddenly stopped resisting. She probably thought that I had inserted my penis into her.

Put her down and start wiping the mixture of love juice and semen between her legs with her white panties. Blood, yes, blood. She is still a virgin. My hands shook even more violently, and I didn't know whether it was out of excitement or fear. I raised my head and looked up at her. She didn't say a word but just stared into my eyes. I lowered my head and carefully wiped the remaining bit. Then, with a sacred feeling, he deeply kissed the little girl hidden behind the lovely black curly hair. I slowly stood up and asked, "Can you leave it to me as a souvenir?" I couldn't believe I was asking her that, looking her in the eye.

Maybe it's because of my sincerity, or something else. She didn't speak or cry. Just stared into my eyes for a full minute. Then he left without looking back. I stood there for a long time before I put the precious panties in my pocket and returned to my bed. It all felt like a dream... I couldn't even believe it was real, but it was happening. The little pair of panties stained with virgin blood was in my hand. I didn't get up that morning, recalling every detail of what happened a few hours ago. I am also a little scared. Will she call the police? Will she tell anyone? How is she now? I don’t know if she still feels pain... I actually raped her! ! !

Everything was so unreal and uncertain until I ran into her again on campus a few days later...

It was noon, and this time she was alone, carrying two lunch boxes, walking towards the dormitory. She must have brought food for her boyfriend. I walked towards her. She saw me but didn't avoid me. She just lowered her head and continued walking forward. The moment we passed each other, I whispered to her: I'll wait for you downstairs. She raised her head, seemed to want to say something, and then walked away. In this way, no one noticed the transmission of information between me and her.

I stood downstairs, and I didn't know if I was waiting for her. Because I didn't think she would come at all. Just stand there. About twenty minutes later, she appeared at the door of the apartment building. Her hair was tied up and her jeans were replaced with a skirt. I turned and walked towards the school's hotel. I thought she was following me. Although she was far away, I could feel her.

I booked a room. She followed in. I wanted to find a place where no one could see me and apologize to her. Unexpectedly, she threw a coin-operated condom on the bed after I locked the door. Hurry up this time! Then he turned around and stared at me like he did last time. I was really surprised, I...I...I was a little speechless. What about me? I have something to do this afternoon, please hurry up. She walked towards me, and I had already retreated to the door. She stared into my eyes, her nose less than two centimeters away from mine. I could smell the fragrance coming from her mouth. The air condensed for thirty seconds. She suddenly kissed me, kissed my mouth. I instinctively picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pounced on her...

This time I am already familiar with the route, and I am in such a safe environment. There was no panic at all like last time. Of course, there is no longer the excitement of last time. I think this is real sex, and it's beautiful. I put my arms around her shoulders and held her against the bed, kissing her passionately. I sucked her tongue and swallowed her saliva. I put my right hand into her T-shirt, but couldn't find the hook of her bra. She also felt my embarrassment. Idiot, this one is in front, she said softly with a faint smile.

He sat up and took off his T-shirt with great grace. Then, like a teacher demonstrating to a less intelligent student, she slowly unbuttoned the front of her bra. Just like that, the two naughty little rabbits jumped out. It was the first time for me to observe a girl's breasts so realistically. A flesh-and-blood, breathing, completely real girl with her upper body naked was sitting in front of me. And I knew what we were going to do in the near future...Her breasts were not big, let alone full. But they are full of youthful vitality. They are slightly upturned, and the two little cherries are so tempting. She held me in her arms like she was breastfeeding a baby, and I was completely immersed in the enjoyment. My hands began to gently massage her lower back, because I knew this would get her pelvic cavity engorged and take care of her little butt from time to time. She began to moan slightly. I pushed her down on the bed, and then I understood why she changed her skirt. It turned out that……… .

While I was working hard she was not idle and started taking off my clothes. Finally we met in the most primitive way. She leaned back against the quilt. So I went to meet him. Deep kisses, neck, shoulders, breasts, lower abdomen, finally I spread her legs and buried my head in the girl's private parts, in the weeds... Her hand stroked my head and she moaned even more joyfully.

She, who rarely communicated with me verbally, finally spoke at this moment: Can you come in? I looked up at her. She also looked at me, but with a completely different look in her eyes, full of affection, completely different from the cold feeling she had before. You know, sometimes it’s hard for boys to resist the temptation of girls because they are too gentle. In fact, my little brother has not fallen down since entering the door. She used both hands to carefully guide me into her body. It was still not smooth. Although it was very slippery, it was still so tight. When I made up my mind and thrust my waist hard to insert it. This time she screamed out completely. I blocked her mouth with my tongue and began to thrust slowly and tentatively. And keep trying those techniques that I only had a theoretical basis for but never put into practice. She also began to warm up to me.