Seduced by Neighbor wife（Completed)

Chapter 2 Intimate Contact

I was a little embarrassed for a while.

After she took an inexplicable look at me, she went downstairs with her things in her arms.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Watching her leave, I quietly brought the hand that had just taken her panties to the tip of my nose and sniffed hard.

Lying in bed at night, I was still thinking about the scene during the day, and I couldn't help but wonder how coincidental it was that her panties fell out when I was about to pass there.

It wasn't anything else that dropped, but something as private as her panties.

What did she mean when she saw my strange reaction and offered to help?

Could it be that she was really suggesting something to me on purpose?

When I went downstairs the next day, I saw her walking in front with a big bag. But to my disappointment this time, no panties fell out and she got on her battery car while I was walking behind with my bike.

The road in the community had been in disrepair for a long time, and many floor tiles were cracked and uneven.

In addition, the large bag on her car caused the center of gravity to be unstable, so when she rode onto a floor tile, she fell directly to the ground with her car.

The battery car fell on top of her, and her knees and ankles were bleeding. I could see the pain on her face. Obviously it hurt. But to my surprise, she didn't call out during the whole process, but bit her lower lip and tried to push away the battery car and get up from the ground.

The several old ladies around who were strolling in the community all looked at her with schadenfreude, as if she deserved it, and no one went to help her.

Her strength suddenly flooded me with sympathy, so I stopped the bike, pulled up her battery car, and reached out to her.

She looked up with surprise in her beautiful eyes, as if she hadn't expected me to help her.

After hesitating for a moment, she put her hand in my palm.

Her hand was cold and thin with two scars on it, but the skin was delicate.

I pulled her up and asked, "Are you all right?"

She stared at me for a moment, and then calmly took her hand out of mine and shook her head, "I'm fine."

Although her movements suggested shyness, there was no shyness on her face at all. In my opinion, it was a kind of playing hard-to-get.

"Your legs are bleeding. Would you like me to take you to the hospital?" I said, pointing to her legs.

"No, thanks. I don't need to go to the hospital for this minor injury." She put her fingers painted with red nail polish on her lips, and rubbed the wound on her leg gently.

Her actions of healing herself were full of temptation to me, so I was lost for a while.

After a simple adjustment, she went to ride the battery car again.

Just after taking a step, she gasped in pain, and she staggered and almost fell.

I quickly supported her, grabbed her arm with my right hand, and inadvertently touched the side chest beside her arm.

This time, she didn't dodge, but allowed me to inadvertently take advantage of her while supporting her. She looked down at the injuries on her legs and feet.

"Look, you are badly injured. You need to treat the wound, otherwise it will be infected. If you really don't want to go to the hospital, then you stand here and wait for me." I persuaded.

She turned her head and looked at me calmly. The two of us were very close at the moment, and I could clearly see her long eyelashes flutter, and I could even feel the breath from her mouth spraying on my face.

When our eyes met, it was me who was shy first.

After a moment of hesitation, she nodded.

I quickly ran to the pharmacy at the gate of the community and bought some ointment.

She glanced at the ointment in my hand, and then looked into my eyes, and said softly, "Thank you."

Then she took the ointment from me, and bent over to apply it.

However, she was already unsteady on her feet, and the severe pain caused by her bending over made her center of gravity unstable and she almost fell.

"Let me do it."

She looked up, and her beautiful eyes met mine. She hesitated for a moment, and then handed me the ointment.

I hadn't expected her to agree so readily, and I couldn't help but suspect that her slightly weak posture while applying the ointment just now was deliberate.

But whether it was intentional or not, it was enough to get me excited.

I squatted down in front of her, turned my face to her sexy legs, squeezed the ointment on my fingers and slowly rubbed the wound on her knee.

"Ouch." She gasped in pain.

I looked up at her and saw that she was biting her lower lip tightly again and frowning slightly.

"It's a little painful, but it's effective. You have to bear it."

I continued to enjoy the delicate touch from my fingertips when I applied the ointment, and I couldn't help thinking that a man would be lucky if he could blatantly touch such a leg.

I squeezed some more ointment and applied some on her feet. She was wearing sandals, and part of the wound was hidden inside the shoe upper, which made it inconvenient for me to apply it.

At this time, she pulled her foot out of the slippers and took the initiative to offer it to me.

My heartbeat suddenly beat faster again. I lowered my head and continued to apply the ointment, while she was staggering on one leg. Her foot suddenly showed in front of me, and her toes with red nail polish directly pressed against my lips.

She still didn't speak, and when I looked up at her, she was looking down at me too.

I tentatively stretched out my hand and carefully supported her foot, holding the sole of her foot in my palm while resting the pulp of my thumb on her delicate and cold instep.

She still didn't mean to dodge, and just looked down at me very calmly, like a queen waiting for her footman to serve her.

I finished applying the ointment for her and handed her the rest of it.

"Take this and apply it twice a day."

"Thank you. How much is this? I'll give it to you." She took out her wallet.

"No, we're neighbors." At this time, I had to pretend to be polite.

She gave me a meaningful look, and then put her wallet away, "If you need me in the future, just tell me." With that, she got onto the battery car and left.

I began to guess the meaning of her words. What did it mean when she said I needed her? Why should an adult man like me need her? It was nothing more than to solve a certain need for restlessness.

That night, when I was passing downstairs, I happened to hear some old ladies chat together.

"When it comes to seduce men, I don't think anyone is as good as the woman on the third floor."

"Yeah, she's really a vixen. There's not a man in this building she hasn't hooked up with."

"If I had such a shameless daughter-in-law, I would have driven her out of the house long ago."

Hearing their discussions, I thought about her performance, I was even more certain that she was a feisty woman. Was she deliberately seducing me?

But these behaviors were just a little ambiguous, and they were not technically unveiled seduction, so I couldn't draw a conclusion.

Just when I was struggling with it, there came an opportunity for me to come to a conclusion.

On Sunday afternoon, I was surfing the Internet at home when I heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I found that the person standing outside was actually the woman on the third floor.

She was wearing a dark green camisole, and her delicate skin was largely exposed. When I glanced over her chest inadvertently, I found it was wet with water and stuck to her body, so I could clearly see the two bumps there. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra!