Mrs. Li’s crotch, neighbor’s slut

Author: rinigemmp
Word count: 8770
Since I was a child, I have been machismo, and I have always believed that men should be stronger than women. But since I gradually became an adult, on the one hand, I have a strong yearning for women because of my maturity, and on the other hand, I have never bowed my head to court them. But, in the end, my instincts got the better of me…

I am a young man in his twenties, working a decent job. Although I don’t hold any position, I am always proud of myself in my heart. I care more about the moral restraint of myself than those who are willing to abandon everything including self-esteem in order to get rich or get promoted. In the eyes of my neighbors and colleagues, I am gentle and noble, bookish, sometimes a little idealistic, and of course I am a little naive because I am young.

This morning, when I returned to the penthouse apartment I rented alone, a tall woman was standing in the corridor waiting for someone. I took a look at her, her wavy long hair was dyed a little yellow, she was wearing a red tight top, short leather skirt and flesh-colored stockings, the feeling of leather stirred something in my heart, she turned her head and glanced at me, only then did I realize that her shoulder-length hair was unstoppably smeared on her face, she was about thirty-four or five years old. I was too panicked to see what shoes she was wearing, so I asked, “Who… are you looking for?”

“I’ll wait for someone.” She pointed to the door opposite me, speaking Mandarin with an obvious foreign accent, which seemed very vulgar. But this vulgarity combined with her whiteness and coquettishness became an indescribable temptation.

“I’m their friend,” she added. I opened the door of my room, deliberately looking for an opportunity to look at her again, and said, “Why don’t you come over to my house?”

“No need, I’ll be right back.”

Although I knew she would not accept it, I was still a little disappointed. In the later days, I always peeked at her coming in and out of the opposite door through the cat’s eyes, and kept an eye on her situation. It turned out that she was the prospective wife brought back from other places by Mr. Li, who was in my thirties. Mr. Li was in his thirties and divorced.

The women who often played mahjong with Mr. Li’s lover said that she was also surnamed Li, and she seemed to have been a lady for a while. I thought to myself, no wonder I couldn’t get rid of my coquettish posture, so I said, no wonder I didn’t look like a decent woman, and walked away.

And Mrs. Li doesn’t seem to care that others know her details. She always combs her hair very stylishly, and when she wears clothes, she either shows her dazzling white arms, or catches your gaze with her slender and eye-catching legs. In fact, her temperament is more attractive than the housewives around her. Mrs. Li, a stunner in the romantic arena, also knows that men are always willing to please women like her in their hearts. Therefore, her expression is always like that with a bit of contempt.

Although usually a few neighbors said: Mrs. Li is a slut, I also echoed and scolded: whore. But I always hoped for a chance to see her when I was going up and down the stairs. But even if it happens,Can’t say anything again. Yes, it is really hard for an image like me to strike up a conversation with a woman like her.

It was noon, I came home, noticed that the door was closed, I went into my room, and just closed the door. I heard someone coming upstairs. I immediately lowered my head and put my eyes on the cat’s eyes, and saw Mrs. Li walking up to the door step by step carelessly. Her wavy long hair was hanging on her back, and her two bare arms were surprisingly white and very sensual. She was wearing a short leather skirt and a pair of red bow sandals.

Taking advantage of her knock, I quietly opened the door a little bit, then lay on the ground and looked out through the crack of the open door: Mrs. Li didn’t knock on the door, so I had to squat down to get the keys hidden under the alloy door.

My dick hardened involuntarily, rubbing against the floor through my pants. I simply took off half of my pants, exposed my buttocks, and grabbed it vigorously.

A noble young man like me, under the inadvertent temptation of the alluring Mrs. Li, made such a shameless and degrading act. I deeply felt the humiliation and shame, but I heard Mrs. Li panting for the keys. Under the double stimulation of shame and sound, I erupted like a dog. I watched Mrs. Li open the door pitifully and walked in. With endless sorrow and shame.

Since then, I have been hopelessly infatuated with Mrs. Li. Every three to five days, he would hide behind the door and make a fool of himself in the various voices made by Mrs. Li. Even when I saw some shameless prostitutes in the alleys of the city, I couldn’t help but wonder if Mrs. Li was like them? I even blushed at the thought of being toyed with by these dirty whores, while my body erected revealing its true nature.

This day was like this all day long, and I went to bed early in the evening, and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I was suddenly woken up by the sound next door. Listen carefully, it turns out that Mrs. Li is arguing with someone. After listening for a while, it should be said that Mrs. Li is scolding a man loudly. Mrs. Li’s voice is a mezzo-soprano, sexy but stern. The male voice only muttered a few syllables now and then, but it immediately drew harsher reprimands. But this man is not Mr. Li!

It’s so late, is Mrs. Li really a whore? My half-dream body stiffened strangely for some reason. The dark horizon seems to stimulate my pursuit of desire. I took off my underwear, got off the bed naked, gently opened the door, lay down in front of Mrs. Li’s door, raised my bare buttocks, and listened to the reprimands in the room.

I didn’t catch a word of what Mrs. Li was saying, I was only absorbed in her stern and master-like tone. stimuli that may be exposed outdoors and are never normallyI’m reeling from the sense of inferiority I’ve experienced. Mrs. Li and the man seem to be behind the door, the man’s voice