In fact, I am not a hobby peeping wolf, I just just bought a pair of binoculars that day, ready to go to the horse farm the next day to use, a person bought a new thing, of course, is eager to try, and bought a pair of binoculars, of course, it will not be used to look at the home of the things, but to look at the distance to use.
There is a building across the street from where I live that is quite far away, and all you can see with the naked eye is that one is lit and the other isn’t, and you can’t see if there is anyone walking around, but with binoculars, you can see.
I sat in the hall and looked through the binoculars, window by window, and suddenly I saw Shanshan, and at that time I didn’t know who she was, and of course I didn’t know what her name was.
I just saw a petite, nude beauty jumping around.
She wasn’t completely undressed. She was only wearing a thin pair of pale yellow boxers, and I immediately ran over and turned out the light so she wouldn’t see me looking at her, which was actually a redundant move, just a subconscious reaction.
But it’s always safer to look in the dark.
I wondered why she was jumping around and looked at her for a while before realizing she was doing aerobics on the carpet.
By the way, this is the most popular sport of the moment.
Although I have seen a lot, but still feel not enough, because she is still wearing a pair of panties, although this panties is semi-transparent, I can even see that she has only a very small piece of shadow, but she did such a big action, if there is no such a small piece of cloth to cover the words ……
She obviously thought no one would peek at her, which is why she didn’t even wear those workout clothes anymore.
But why is she still wearing a pair of panties? It’s because she’s a woman, and women wear even sheer panties, because they all often secrete a bit, and it would be inconvenient if they didn’t have something to pocket them.
Anyway, I was mesmerized by her as soon as I looked at her, and I wanted this woman very much, but what could I do but look?
I only know that she lives in that building, but the building is so big, really live in that unit? I can count the floor, but it’s hard to tell from the outside, and I can’t just go to the door and visit her.
I kept watching until she was done.
The binoculars I have are quite good, and I can see even the wet beads of sweat on her body.
When she was done she went into the sleeping room, which also had a window on my side of the room, and I could see her enter the sleeping room and make a move to take her boxers off.
But I could only see her doing it because the living room is not like the bedroom, which has a large floor-to-ceiling window, while the bedroom has half of the wall, and usually when you look at it from the same floor, you can only see the top half of her body.
I now look at the past, but even more can only see above the shoulder, because the window is also installed air-conditioner, this air-conditioner is really outrageous, installed in the middle of the place, and not too high and not too low, and she, but is standing in front of the air-conditioner off.
There is also a cooler in the hall, but it is mounted high up, and the living room is large enough that it does not obstruct the view.
I watched as she bent over, grabbed (apparently from the bed) another towel to wipe her body, and walked out, and I believe she went to take a shower at this point.
I still continued to monitor, but unfortunately, the bathroom was on the other side of the room where I couldn’t see it, so I was just able to wait.
Later, she came back to the room as well, and by this time she, on the other hand, had put on her pajamas and she was going to bed.
Following that she pulled the curtains together so that I couldn’t see anything.
She drew the curtains together, not, I believe, for fear that she might be seen sleeping, but lest the sun should be too harsh for her eyes the next morning, believing that she was not the type to get up too early.
I put down the binoculars, only to feel my eyes get very tired.
I sat in the darkness and stared, I didn’t have a regular girlfriend yet, but it was easy for me to get a woman, going to buy one was the easiest way, and I could afford that kind of money, but buying more than that wasn’t fun because the conquests didn’t feel as good, and I only did that once in a while.
I also know a few women, I know they are interested in me, just a little tease can be successful, but this is more groovy than buy, because buy is already paid the price, after the transaction, without any responsibility, but the other women, you screwed after it is very difficult to get out of it, there are a lot of trouble, I do not like them very much, and I also do not go to screw.
In short, I am a man who is quite conditioned in love, and this is the first time I have met a woman I really, really want, but who is out of reach.
Where am I going to find her? Do I wander around the building all day, hoping to run into her and introduce myself?
But what luck I had, I ran into her the next day when I went to the horse track, she was there with a group of men and women, two of whom I recognized.
A horse farm is like a big party, free to come and go, and people who know each other can get together immediately.
They introduced themselves and her name was Shannon.
Shannon’s impression of me seems to be quite bland.
I quietly asked one of the guys who knew her, Fran, if there was any hope.
Falange laughed, “You!”
“What’s wrong with me?” I said.
“Maybe I’m also considered a flirt, but there are many more flirts than me, and I don’t have a wife, and those who don’t have wives are always a little more flirtatious, and also have the right to be flirtatious!”
“You can try,” Fran said, “I can tell you she doesn’t have a boyfriend!”
Such a lovely woman and no boyfriend? Seems like men are blind, but maybe it’s fate.
After that, I immediately went on the offensive, pestering Shan Shan, speaking to her, and giving her a lot of attention.
Chasing a girl is something that has to be cheeky and articulate, both of which I can do.
Sam was at least not obnoxious to me, so I was able to ask for her phone address, and also made an appointment to meet her for lunch the next day; I was supposed to ask her to have dinner, and she said she liked it earlier so she could walk around.
This is not a bad idea.
By the way, I’ve been exposed to so many nightlife women that I’ve almost forgotten that daytime is also a time when you can be misty.
I also told her where I lived, she knew it was close to her house, but she didn’t know it was relative, and even I could see her with binoculars.
After I had lunch with her, I realized that she wanted to go to the downtown area early, she wanted to go shopping, if we had dinner, it might be too late after dinner, because all the big companies close around 9:30, it was almost time to finish eating; after lunch, there was still a lot of time to go shopping.
Frankly speaking, it is a pain to follow women around the downtown, they seem to have endless energy once they arrive at such places, walking around, choosing this, picking that, comparing this, comparing that.
It’s bearable when you like a woman, but is it bearable when your passion wanes after you’ve gotten it?
But Shannon was the first day that I couldn’t stand it, because she bought stuff, I paid for it, and I paid for a whole bunch of stuff when she bought a whole bunch of stuff.
She seems to take it for granted, buying at will and waiting for me to pay.
It’s not like she’s a woman, but she’s not a woman! And she’s not my girlfriend or my wife, so she’s treating me like I’m a fish out of water, which makes me very unhappy.
I can’t give up though, maybe she’s just too naive and willful, or poorly educated, or poor, but then again none of the three seem to be the case.
Her talk is lovely and she is not that poor, I already know from my friends that she has a good family and a noble profession with a good income, and it confuses me even more that she is doing this.
I had dinner with her and then she said she had to go home early and go to bed because she had to work tomorrow, but we could still have dinner together tomorrow.
I could still see her doing aerobics at home that night, in the same situation as the night before.
It’s really hard to describe how I feel, I’m intrigued by this woman, I’m only just starting to develop with her and yet I’m already seeing her body so clearly.
I had dinner with her the next day, and she still had the opportunity to show me around the downtown area, as she was asking me to pick her up from work.
She bought a bunch, again with me paying, and the stuff was put away in my car before she went to dinner with me.
We had been going back and forth like this for four days, and my offense seemed to be going nowhere, but it wasn’t like she was expressing boredom with me.
On the fifth night, I looked through the telescope and saw secrets that shocked me.
This night she was also doing aerobics, but there was an audience at home, a young woman dressed in a very trendy way, a woman who was just watching from the sidelines, and I could immediately already sense that the woman’s demeanor was a bit off.
Later, when Sam finished her aerobics, the woman courted her with a towel and went over to wipe the sweat off her body, one hand still wrapped affectionately around her waist.
They apparently went to take a shower together.
Later, they came back, not only embracing, but also kissing each other, the air-conditioner covered it up and I couldn’t see much, but I was able to see the general action.
They collapsed on the bed, at which point I couldn’t see much.
After that, I saw just the woman sitting up again, but she was making a horseback riding-like movement. If she were a man, it would have been obvious that she was having sex.
Maybe it’s symbolic? Maybe they are there to use a substitute item.
I hope they are just being symbolic and not using a substitute item.
But what does it matter? Anyway, they were doing a vomit-inducing thing, maybe not as vomit-inducing as man on man, but unpleasant enough.
But I still had an appointment with Sam the following day, an appointment I could have skipped had I decided to give her up.
I went anyway.
Shopping, eating, and afterward drinking some wine and listening to songs at the lounge.
She still talked and laughed and sometimes got rather intimate next to me or touched my hand.
I really don’t understand what’s so great about it, even if she is interested in me, she may only be able to share her with one woman in the future. Why would I want to hang out with her?
But maybe sharing with a woman is still better than sharing with another man, too! And I also have a conquest mentality: that is, to fight her over so that she realizes that a man can give her greater enjoyment.
I am not sure if I can do so, but I really want to win.
After another week of this, I saw her have two more encounters with that woman.
I think it’s my turn too.
That night we went to a disco after dinner, and I held her and kissed her. You don’t have to dance hard in a place like this, you can stand in the dark.
I embraced her and kissed her forehead lightly, then her ear, and she shook and pushed me away gently.
But with the music as loud as it was, she still had to bring her mouth back to my ear if she wanted to speak.
“What exactly do you want?” She said.
I said, “I want you!”
As I again put my mouth to the ear to speak, I took the opportunity to kiss her ear lightly.
With another jolt, she squeezed my sleeve hard and said, “Don’t do this! We’re not going to make it.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Doesn’t my daily shopping scare you?” She said skeptically.
“Did you buy something just to scare me away?” I acted incredulous.
She shrugged lightly and said, “Maybe you’re rich and you don’t care, maybe you know women who are used to this.”
I affirmed, “I know you’re not that kind of woman.”
She said, “Maybe I need to scare you off another way instead!”
I suggested, “Maybe you should try my method.”
She said, “What method?”
Eyes fixed toward her, “Do you think women are really better than men?”
She said, “What does that mean?”
I said, “You know what I mean, why would you want to go and play that dysfunctional game?”
She suddenly jerked around and went back to the table, grabbed her glass of light wine, finished it in one gulp, and followed it to the door.
I followed them out.
These places are ticketed entry and you can leave anytime you want.
We went out the door and I said, “You’re going home, I’ll drive you home!”
She said, “No need, just ignore me, I’ll just take a little walk around the neighborhood myself!”
I still follow her around and she doesn’t object.
Later she said, “How did you know?”
I couldn’t reveal the truth to her, I just said, “Paper can’t hold fire, you may keep secrets yourself, that girlfriend of yours may not be so secretive!”
It’s a ploy to play intrigue, but it’s hard to prove that I’m lying, and as love is a battlefield, I think I’m entitled to use a dysfunctional maneuver in my treatment of a female adversary as well.
She sighed, “If you know I’m such a person, why are you still after me?”
I said: “You are not rare I buy you things, you actually do not need to use this method to scare me away. If you don’t want to hang out with me, just don’t say yes to my dates in the beginning, and if you’re willing to go out with me, then it’s obvious that you have a number of good feelings for me. Isn’t it?”
She took out her handkerchief to wipe her tears.
I lightly wrapped my arm around her waist and said, “We can be friends, you can’t talk to anyone else about this, but you can talk to me if you know about it. How about we go back to the car and talk about it?”
We went back to the car, which was parked in the parking lot, and we sat in it.
She kept shedding tears.
She’s crying now.
I gently embraced her and let her cry. With women, it’s best to wait until she’s done crying before talking to her.
I said, “If you know it’s wrong, then you should try to change it.”
Later she wiped away her tears. I said, “How could you love someone like that? I’m sure you’re not like that per se.”
She said, “Loneliness! A female friend came to comfort me and I welcomed it, but gradually it developed into this.”
I said, “You shouldn’t be lonely! There must be a lot of men after you!”
Shannon said, “At that time, I was in a bad mood after I broke up with my boyfriend, then I met her and developed with her as the same very good friend, but she wouldn’t let me have other boyfriends ……”
She doesn’t make a sound, just gets next to me, which is certainly a sign of acceptance.
My hands began to move over her body, most likely the same way that woman of hers did, because there wasn’t much of a separate way beyond that, this initial contact, which was supposed to be the same for both men and women, only differed in the final step.
But she must have felt differently in her psyche, first of all she knew I was a man, and she had another feeling for me, because she had never been interested in men, and now she was willing to give me this.
It’s not a great environment to be in a car, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
It would be better if I took her home, of course, but by the time I get home, she might change her mind and I’ll have to touch the most important part of her.
I kissed her very gently, very gently caressing her first through her dress before I started to put my hand inside.
There was no need to undo the buttons because her upper body dress was worn over her head and the legs were loose and long, so it was easy for my hands to get in, all I had to do was reach in and undo her bra buttons.
I unraveled it and my hand cut into it anyway.
When I touched it, she shuddered and followed it with a moan.
My hands, I don’t know if I can beat that “rival”, but I’m sure I’m pretty good at it.
I followed and moved my hand under her skirt again.
The two most important places I am trying to touch as fast as possible.
I still touched the panties first, and it was good that she wasn’t wearing hosiery, otherwise that hindrance would have been huge.
The trunks were all snug, but the side green was elasticized, allowing me to reach in as soon as I pulled them apart, and I did so quickly as I touched how wet they were already.
I touched the most important point and it was slippery since it was already wet.
She shuddered, too, and gave a low, “Yikes.”
I said, “Are you still not ……”
“Of course it is,” she said, “watch your hands!”
She told me to be careful with my hands i.e. not to stretch them, not for fear of breaking them, but for fear of hurting them.
This worry about getting pain is not hard for me to solve.
As she said, keep your fingers out of the way and it won’t hurt.
I believe her female opponent had attempted to do so, hence her warning, and I had no problem not attempting to break in.
I’m sure I did as well as my “rival” because she reacted very strongly.
She moaned constantly, staying close to me, sometimes pinching me and tugging at my shirt, and then finally, after a shudder, she let out a long sigh.
I also stopped. I’m glad she’s the type that can enjoy this service, otherwise I’d have trouble.
As she snuggled up next to me, I whispered in her ear again, “Let’s not go on here, let’s go back to my house, okay?”
She said quietly, “My house! I have some exercise to do.”
“What sport?”
“I do rhythmic gymnastics every night.” After she said that she seemed intent on boasting about her plump and very curvy body, and her waist twisted.
I couldn’t wait to get in the car and drive straight to “our” house.
Back at home, as usual, she removed as much of her tired body as she could; perhaps I was not as familiar to her as the woman was, and she looked a little shy while I deliberately wandered away to avoid her shyness and unease.
A few moments later, she was walking towards me, clad in a sheer pink gauze nightgown, of course! There was still only a short pair of boxer shorts underneath.
Walking up to me, she smiled sweetly.
She said, “Am I beautiful?”
She was less shy and lively again now, perhaps because in her home, the thing, she had really been ripe for the picking as well, except that her previous opponents had not been men.
I sat up and admired it under the light, what the binoculars couldn’t see was now visible, not too dense, that’s because she was young, and the center was light and flat in color, with a sense of detached cleanliness.
My hands were not free, and she reacted by closing her eyes, and the intensity of the sensation made her hands wander over my body, and then to places where my “rival” was not.
She pulled her hand away as soon as she touched it, and she touched it because I had taken off my towel as well.
She looked at it with open eyes and said, “This …… this is terrible!”
That’s because at this point I’m in a heightened state of arousal.
I wasn’t particularly huge, but it was still quite shocking to the eyes of a woman who had never experienced it before.
I reassured her that everyone does it and everyone can enjoy it, and that resilience can be accommodated.
She also understands.
My hand finally brought her to another peak, and then I practiced actually possessing her.
When I finally reached the end, I stopped for a moment and asked her what she thought.
She said it was bloated, but she also had a sense of fulfillment that she hadn’t had before. She had always felt lacking before because of the emptiness within.
Her girlfriend attempted to use her fingers, which she refused to do, and the woman had offered to bring a substitute tool, which she also refused to do.
Now she’s enriched.
I backed away slowly, then in again, and after this it was smooth sailing.
In the end, people are resilient and being petite isn’t that big of an issue.
I could also feel that she was enjoying herself and that she was having an orgasm.
Then, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
When I can’t help it, I do jump wildly as a rule, and this is a natural reaction, a reaction of the involuntary muscles, which can’t be controlled.
It might have made her bitter, but she was holding me so tightly that it didn’t seem that hard for her, and she knew it was the best moment ever.
After this I quieted down, also like a bowstring pulled very tightly, relaxed, and after relaxing, I also naturally shriveled up and later slipped away.
I finally left with her, but she started the problem by saying, “I’m afraid …… I won’t be as enjoyable to you as those experienced women!”
She’s also competitive and not conceited, so maybe she wouldn’t have said that to that woman.
I told her that it’s hard to make a comparison about these things, and it’s not like it’s so much about that when you like someone.
But she was calculating.
She told me that if there was anything she needed to improve, she would teach her.
It was wonderful, and it was clear that she was definitely hoping for a next time.
And I did not disappoint her, I taught her that she could do so and so, but that perhaps this would interfere with her enjoyment if she was not yet accustomed to it, and so she was no longer going to force the issue.
She said, “I’m comfortable enough now, come on, let’s try it again!”
I explained to her with a bitter smile that I would have to rest for at least a while before being able to try again, and that men are usually not able to do it so quickly and continuously.
After I rested for a while we tried again, but it was she who found it hard to take, in fact it was quite difficult, she had only just started and was not used to doing it consecutively, she said I made her feel a little hot and bothered.
We were sketchy on this one.
Seems like she’s a pretty decent person after all.
She told me still men are better, with men at least she doesn’t commit crimes!
But how to get rid of that woman?
I said, “Does she have any special way of controlling you?”
She said no again, the woman just begged bitterly and she offered to break up but got soft and went on.
I said, “That’s easy, all you have to do is tell her that you’ve been with a guy and she won’t be interested!”
This worked, but in fact, the inside story was more complicated than Shannon knew, I had personally approached this woman, I had found out who she was, and I had long ago taken pictures of her at Shannon’s house with a telescopic camera.
She was a rich daughter who loved to look good, and I told her that if she didn’t give up on Shannon, I would send the photos to her father so that she couldn’t help but give in.
After this I could monopolize Shanshan, later, I married Shanshan, people laughed at me as a flirtatious prodigal son was conquered by Shanshan, maybe it’s true, she has not been touched by other men, pioneered and guided by me, I have to marry such a woman to be assured.