Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction only. All characters and names have been fabricated for the purposes of this story. References to actual places are real. Chinese language inclusion, in Pinyin, is also real.
Zhoulin tried to live the next few days as if nothing had happened. She caught up on reading. Did some long-forgotten house chores and made dinner for her parents. Friends came over and Zhoulin went out again.
Nothing was able to distract her from her milking on Mr Kwang's back porch. She was ashamed. She argued with herself that she shouldn't have allowed it to happen. But there was always the other side, and that was poor Mr Kwang, who must be getting worried that she hadn't been over to see him since the incident. What if she gives him the wrong impression?
It wasn't Mr Kwang's fault. He is a sweet and loving man. He only ever helped, and it was this shame that was eating at her. Should she have allowed herself to let him touch her like that? Was it wrong? She wasn't sure. They are both adults. It was consenting. Oh. Poor Mr Kwang she thought.
The rest of the week passed without Zhoulin and Mr Kwang meeting. Zhoulin had tried to persuade herself that it was a one-time affair, that it couldn't happen again. But from then on, her chest had been forever empty as if someone had removed their purpose. The only time she felt good was when her tits were out of their bra. She deeply wanted to see My Kwang, to tell her that it was ok. It was her. Her emotions were all over the place and she didn't' know why. He must be upset with me, she considered. She didn't know what to do.
It was on the sixth day since the event that Zhoulin worked up the courage to go see Mr Kwang. This time she wouldn't wear a bra under her top. She had to show him it wasn't his fault, that she was the weird one. She owed him that much. She was nervous. But it had to happen.
"Ah, Zhoulin." Mr Kwang said, as if he had seen the girl yesterday. "I've had a chance to visit Changchang's again and he gave me a whole bunch of Cashew nuts this time." He said, getting up from the garden. He motioned the girl to their usual spot on the back porch while mumbling to himself that Changchang was crazy for not selling his wears.
Zhoulin greeted Mr Kwang and followed him under the shade. She sighed internally and then apologised for not seeing him these past days. She was happy that Mr Kwang had not said anything. He was his usual self. Oh, he was such a nice man.
"Nonsense!" Mr Kwang shut her down immediately. "You don't apologise to me love. You are a young and lively girl. You should be out there having fun, not worrying about little old me." He said. "Anyway" I have been at my sons these past few days. He wanted help with something, so I was obliged to go." He finished.
Zhoulin was relieved. "Oh Mr Kwang. You truly are amazing." She said giving him a big hug, her braless boobs rubbing into Mr Kwang.
"Na li na li," Mr Kwang said, using the Chinese saying to politely deny the compliment. Inside he was delighted. Zhoulin had grown on him these past couple of months, and he had come to secretly enjoy their encounters. But he had wanted more, and her return indicated that she did too.
Zhoulin didn't want to be conflicted anymore. Mr Kwang was so nice. She had been so worried. She was glad she didn't wear a bra. Mr Kwang was visibly impressed. "Mr Kwang. I've been thinking." She worked up the courage. The idea had only just come to her, but it felt right. "I would like to be freer around you, to enjoy the heat of the afternoon without my top. Would you mind?" She said, knowing he wouldn't. But she wanted him to say it all the same, to give her permission.
"Of course, my dear. I hope you can feel as free here in my home as you do in yours." Mr Kwang said, delighted that his young neighbour had fallen for his charms.
"Oh yes. I really do." Zhoulin said.
"You know, I remember when you used to run around naked. You were so free back then. It is so easy to get lost in the rush the life and the pressures of society to act as one unhuman mass. Don't you think?" Mr Kwang said, standing in the doorway. He was about to get their afternoon tea.
Zhuolin blushed at thought of her being naked in front of Mr Kwang, but her body twitched with excitement. She was so happy things were back to normal; that Mr Kwang was not upset. Zhoulin removed her white top and revealed her tits to Mr Kwang. She wiggled her chest again and was pleased to hear him groan. She wanted him to be happy and pleased, like she was.
It was as if the past week hadn't happened at all. That all the indecision on her behalf had been lifted from her. The shame was gone. It was Mr Kwang after all. So she decided to go further. She reached down and slipped her thumbs into her shorts and push them down, revealing her small white underwear. Mr Kwang grunted again with pleasure. She knew she had made the right decision. "I thought I would take your advice, Mr Kwang, and be freer." She said. He really was a wise man.
Mr Kwang looked at his beautiful young neighbour standing before him in only her underwear and shoes and sighed with joy. She was a gorgeous girl. Not traditionally pretty, but handsome. Her eyes were small, but her mouth was full and her teeth were straight and white, and when she smiled, her face transformed.
She was smiling at him now, her smooth body tanned except for where she wore shorts and a shirt. Her underwear was small and her hair peaked out at the sides. Oooh, he thought, how he would love to see inside there. Her heavenly flower must be richly covered. He looked again at the soft tanned areolas and considered her labia must be the same or even a darkened colour. He knew that some girls were pink down there while others were dark. Zhoulin must be the latter, he thought.
Just then Betsy moved her way over and stood once more before the pavement and eyed the two humans.
Mr Kwang came back out with the tea and cashews. He wasn't wearing a shirt any longer. And he felt much cooler for it. "I hope you don't' mind, Zhoulin." He said. "But you have convinced me I should also feel more free to relax here. Especially in this heat!"
"Of course, Mr Kwang. You should free yourself." Zhoulin said happily. Mr Kwang really needed to relax more. "I thought that's what people did when they retired?" She said, nonchalantly.
"Oh no. Some do, Guess." He said. "But many get caught up in the lives of their children and society, and all of that. You have reminded me that I should be free." He said with a laugh.
"You have good body for a retired person." Zhoulin said. Meaning it. My Kwang was quite handsome she thought. She liked the pleasure her comments gave him.
"You are too kind my love." He said, smiling and loving his neighbour even more.
They talked for while about the lives of retired people and the pressures of society. The afternoon was still hot. At first Zhoulin had been nervous. Awkward even. But Mr Kwang's stories had soothed her. After a while she felt more natural, as though she was in her element in his presence. There was no judgement, only open admiration. Why couldn't all of society be more like this she thought?