Mr Kwangs Cow

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.

"Ni hao, Mr. Kwang." Zhoulin said, walking by the side of her family's countryside home in Sichaun, China. Mr Kwang's one-story house bordered the Chens. It was 6pm in the afternoon. Just past the hottest point of the day.

"Ni Hao, Zhoulin, have you eaten?"

"I have, Mr Kwang. Thankyou."

Kwang Liujie fixed on the supporting rods for the green beans. The broad countryside of the Jiajiang county in Sichuan splashed with an uncharacteristic clear blue, unspoiled by the dust of non-stop construction ongoing in town across the valley.

"They are growing so fast."

Kwang looked up at his young neighbour, now stopped at the edge of the vegetable garden adjoined to both properties. The day was hot and intolerably humid. The heat was reflected in Zhoulin's choice of clothing; short white jean shorts that left much of her slim golden legs uncovered. A close-fitting grey shirt drew attention to two mounds on her chest.

"What do you do make them so large?" Zhoulin said, bringing Kwang's attention back to the moment. Zhoulin was nodding to the tomatoes.

"Family trick." Kwang said with a smile. "The first point, and last one people seem to follow, is that you have to feed the soil."

Zhoulin's face expressed puzzlement. Kwang carried on: "see the compost bin over there." Kwang nodded to the young girl's left. "All food scraps go into there. Your potato skins, rotten tomatoes, corn cobs, egg shells... Anything vegetation-based can be reused. Once they have partly emulsified, you bury it in the soil."

"It seems all very technical."

"Not really. Quite easy actually. A matter of habit, that's all."

Zhoulin squatted beside the cabbage patch inspecting the leaves. "How do keep the bugs away then?"

Kwang smiled again. His talks with Zhoulin ranged broadly these days as her holidays from University in Leshan extended over the summer break. Her curiosity pleased Kwang, a former professor of biology at Chengdu Institute of Technology. Now a retired widow.

They talked most afternoons now on Kwang's back porch under the shade as the sun went down. It wasn't quite their normal time, but Kwang needed to get out of the heat. "Well, im going to head in to get a drink, come on and I can tell the secret to natural bug extermination."

"Hao de," ok. Zhoulin laughed and locked in behind Kwang as they walked over towards his back porch. The angle of the porch spread in diagonal to meet the side and back of Zhoulin's parents place. Her parent's worked long hours in the city.

Inside Kwang prepared a cold fruit tea with almonds. "These are from Changchang's down the road." Kwang put the almonds on the table outside. "Grows thousands of them each year. Just eats them all. Doesn't even take them to the markets."

"Why do they call him Changchang?" Zhoulin retorted, trying to figure out what was so unique about the man to style his name after the Great Wall of China.

"Not sure, actually. Who knows these things. I met a young lady the other day whose name was Weekend."

At that point Betsy came over, moving ponderously from the small, fenced area that was her home. Betsy the cow stopped within a couple of feet from them and began chomping on the weeds, stopping every now and again to spy her companions.

"She looks very full." Zhuolin was referring to her heavy udders.

"Yes, I will need to milk her soon." Mr Kwang said with fondness. "She has been with me since my wife passed. A beautiful beast, isn't she!" He said. "Never any trouble. Her milk is always perfect."

"That's wonderful, Mr Kwang. She really is a good girl." Zhuolin said. Meaning it. Mr Kwang was very sweet, and she knew Betsy was his pride and joy.

Mr Kwang talked for a while about how smart Betsy was and what type of personality she had. Mr Kwang insisted cows had personalities and that Betsy could be temperamental when she wanted to be.

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Their talk lasted more than an hour, criss-crossing the subjects of vegetable gardens, funny names, and stories about bad driving habits. The afternoon didn't seem to cool down and Zhoulin was sweating visibly in her grey shirt. Her bra suffocated her chest and she sought release from its grasp.

Kwang was still talking about plant splicing. Zhoulin was being polite but her mind was turned towards making herself more comfortable. Could she go free chest in from of Mr. Kwang? She looked over, nodding at another remark. The face that looked back at her was kind, neatly shaven, even handsome. Kwang betrayed an age that was years younger than his 65 years. How would he react? She had noticed his attentions on her legs. She had good legs. She was happy to show them to him.

Zhuolin uncrossed them and sat legs open as she reached for the last of her iced tea. The new position allowed the small breeze to reach her inner thighs and a slight relief came over her. The urge to be rid of her bra and shirt was now too much.

"Sorry Mr Kwang, but I have to go. I have some things to take care of home." She said, standing up, the sweat trickled down her back. She needed to change her shirt.

"Meishi," no problem.

As she got up Zhoulin felt suddenly dizzy. She tried to move but her legs wouldn't walk and then she collapsed. She stayed on her hands and knees for a moment, catching her breath. It was hot. She was suffocating. And then for a moment everything was black.

A few minutes later, Zhoulin was breathing normal again. "There, there." Mr Kwang had caught the young girl and got her back into her seat. He held her tight until she regained her consciousness fully.

Zhoulin was flushed, breathing deeply. It really was hot outside. She was seated, bending on her arms against the table. "Sorry, I'm not sure what happened." Was all she could say.

"Take in deep breaths. There, there. There is nothing to worry about." He was patting her lightly on the back. A slight breeze was offering some aid.

Zhoulin was feeling better, and then she noticed why. The straps of her bra at the back had been unfastened and her cups were now hanging loosely at her front.

Mr Kwang anticipated the girl's embarrassment. "Don't worry, my wife used to have the same problem." He said. He was still patting her on the back. The girl looked slightly more reassured. "I think it best on days like this to go without a bra. They are so constraining. Don't you think?

Zhoulin's response was noncommittal. Her mind was firing signals, but they weren't being caught. Mr Kwang's voice was soothing. His touch was helping.

"We have known each other a long time, I think we can less formal around each other. eh?." Mr Kwang said.

Zhoulin nodded. She wasn't sure why, but she was feeling better, lighter. It was Mr Kwang after all, who was a sweet man. And he did have a nice touch. She had known him for a long time, before she had a bra. Of course, it would be fine.

"May I suggest something." Mr Kwang said and received a nod. "I used to do this to my wife. Why don't you take the bra off and turn around. Trust me, it will feel all the better soon."

Zhoulin did as she was asked, feeling more comfortable. She was now free under her shirt.

"I'm going to lightly scratch your back. Treat it like a massage. It will help with the breathing." Mr Kwang began moving his fingers up and down the girls back and the girl reacted immediately. "Amazing isn't it?"

Zhoulin went into ultimate relaxation. The pressure from the straps was being stroked away. "Oh yes." She said. A few moments later she began to moan. The sensation had been unlike anything she had ever experienced and she didn't realise it when Mr Kwang's hand moved under her shirt and began needling her sore joints on bare skin.

Mr Kwang was following the indentations from the straps on the girl's back. They were deep and he rubbed them thoroughly. "You let me know when you want me to stop. Ok." He said. "I used to do this to my wife for hours. She loved it."

Zhoulin relaxed her head on her arms. She was beginning to settle down. She felt Mr Kwang's hands move into a rhythm. He was talking about something. She enjoyed his voice, it's soothing texture. She wasn't sure what he was saying, but Zhoulin didn't want him to stop.

After a few more minutes Zhoulin's body was totally relaxed. The soreness from her skin was gone. The sensation of soft rubbing and touching of Mr Kwang's hands was charging her skin, and Zhoulin sighed with a big smile.

At that moment Betsy moved into her frame, her swollen udder moving from side to side under their weight. "What do you call her milking things?" Zhoulin said, suddenly curious and forgetful.

"I'm sure they have a proper term, but I call them cow tits." Said Mr Kwang.

Zhoulin giggled at the phrase, and as she did so her chest wobbled in her front. Mr Kwang reached further to the side of the girl's back and began to finger another strap mark, working with one finger and then using his whole hand along her rib cage.

"They are very prominent cow tits" Zhoulin said, and giggled again. She had never heard Mr Kwang use such language.

"They are lovely cow tits." Mr Kwang said, massaging the girl's sides with his hands.

Zhoulin giggled again.

"A lot of people would love to have cow tits like Betsy." Mr Kwang said.

Zhoulin smiled. The language was weird, but she liked it. It gave her pleasure to hear it come from Mr Kwang. She thought that Betsy liked it as well. She continued to listen to Mr Kwang's voice. The soft and gentle tones of his Sichuanese dialect were soothing. They were taking her away into the clouds where there were lots of colours. Every time she stepped on one, a soft jolt motioned through her body, circled around her soft pointed mounds.

She ran along the clouds taking shorter steps, each one charging her more. She kicked off her shoes and undid her bra and the sensations tripled. She was sweating, and she could hear her breathing labour, but she wanted more. The shocks were coming like lightening bolts. Zhoulin decided to sit down, and when she did the sensations covered her legs and her backside all at once. She wanted more. She began rolling around and everywhere she was tingling.

"Zhoulin?" Mr Kwang patted the girl on the back again. "Zhoulin?"

Zhoulin awoke, surprised she had nodded off.

"Are you feeling better now?" Said Mr Kwang.

"Oh. So much better thank you." She was momentarily lost in her surroundings, but then she remembered what had happened. Betsy was still there eating the weeds. Her back was feeling amazing. She was still tingling all over. Zhoulin felt wonderful.

She hugged Mr Kwang.

"That's ok. As I said, I used to do it all the time. I'm happy to do it again if you need it." Mr Kwang said.

"Really? Wouldn't it be too much? I should really be taking care of you." Said Zhoulin.

"Nonsense. I'm not that old. Besides, I have no one now to give my attention to. It wouldn't be a bother at all."

"You are too kind." Zhoulin got up and she noticed Mr Kwang eyeing her chest, which, free from a bra, was pointing proudly towards him. She decided to let Mr Kwang look and she gave them a small wiggle. Mr Kwang lit up at their movement. He was a sweet man. It was the least she could do.

"I should get going." Zhoulin said after a while. She picked up bra and went to pat Betsy. "She really is very polite. I think she needs milking though."

Mr Kwang admired his neighbour's pointy tits a little longer and got up. "I will play with her cow tits in moment. She will like that." He said smiling.

Zhoulin giggled again. There was a tingling sensation in her chest.

Mr Kwang saw Zhoulin turn red in her cheeks. "It is good to see you smile. I will say it more if that's what it does."

"Hao da" she said. See you later. Zhoulin turned and bounced toward her house. It was getting late. The sun as going down. She needed to take a shower.

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"Mr Kwang?" Zhoulin knocked on the back door to her neighbor's small house. It was three weeks since they Zhoulin had first experienced Mr Kwang's backrub. Over the next few weeks it had become a regular afternoon treat of theirs. The hot weather of Chongqing and the long days were tiresome and she had looked forward to their gatherings. At first she thought it was too bothersome for Mr Kwang, but he insisted. She got the feeling he looked forward to their time together. He was a lonely man. And so nice. And she really enjoyed the massages.

"Ah. Zhoulin. You are off." Mr Kwang came out. "Would you like some tea before you go?"

"No thanks Mr Kwang. I'm heading into the city with some friends. Would you like anything? We are going past the Mr Wen's fruit house on the way. I hear they have a new barley and chamomile mix."

"Thank you, Zhoulin. That's lovely. Actually, I was there the other day. You just look after yourself." He said. "It is going to be another record hot day. Make sure to drink water." He nodded to her dress, which looked a little tight.

Zhoulin said she would. "What do you think?" She said, showing her dress. It was a short white dress with straps that came over her shoulders and covered her chest while displaying cleavage. The hem was cut short and showed plenty of leg.

"It looks wonderful." Said Mr Kwang. He took a good look. "Are you sure you will be able to breath in it?" His concern showed on his brows.

"I know, it is a little tight. I will be fine. Perhaps I will need another massage after." She said giggling, playful.

"Well, Ill be here. Just come over." Said Mr Kwang.

"Oh, you are too good Mr Kwang." She said. Meaning it. When she walked away Zhoulin gave a twirl forcing the dress to ride above her hips. She smiled and liked the idea that Mr Kwang would be thinking about her. He was a nice man. He was really good to her.

Zhoulin spent the day with her friends in the mountains along the Yangze River. Across from Chongqing proper were the day markets and up further were the older temples. The jungled mountains gave some reprieve from the daytime heat. The fountain above warrior statue allowed them to splash in the water. They ate cold noodles for lunch and on the way back watched a street busker play the piano by a shaded park.

By the time Zhoulin returned she was sunburnt and weary. She decided to go straight to Mr Kwangs, who was in the garden again.

"How was it today?"

"Great. The Yangze this time of year is beautiful. The jungle is so green over there." Zhoulin said, feeling breathless. Her legs were tired.

"Come over. I will get you some tea and you can tell me more about it."

Over tea, Zhoulin traced through her day, the stories of the fallen ancient warriors who used to harangue the waterways hundreds of years ago.

There was a lot of history along the giant river. Mr Kwang added his own stories, some of them passed down from his family. At some point Betsy wondered over and joined them, chomping on the weeds.

"You look tired. It sounded like a busy day." Said Mr Kwang.

"It was. And look, I got sunburnt. Mom is going to annoy me about it." Said Zhoulin. White skin was considered beautiful in China and Zhoulin's skin was already naturally tanned.

"Rub some aloe vera on it. That should help. Here, I have some in the house." Mr Kwang got up and went inside. He was out a moment later with a green bottle, sat down and dragged a stool in front of him. "Here. Sit down. He said patting the chair.

Zhoulin sat down. At first Mr Kwang rubbed the cold substance on her arms. Then he moved down to rub it on her legs. Mr Kwang was so nice. The feeling was sensational. The cold liquid dissolved into her skin. She could feel every trace of the rubbing, cooling her in the hot weather. It felt different that they weren't her own hands touching her legs. Mr Kwang moved up to her thighs. He was talking about the Yangze again. His voice was perfect for storing telling and she wanted him to keep going.

"Turn around I will rub some into your shoulders and back."

"Hao de" ok, she said.

"Let's take this off here, shall we?" Mr Kwang removed both shoulder straps and began rubbing straight away.

Zhoulin appreciated Mr Kwang's efforts. The day was so hot and no one was around so she allowed her straps to fall down below chest, exposing her to Betsy. It was only Mr Kwang and Betsy. The slight breeze answered against her skin right away and she immediately relaxed. The soft needling on her back made her muscles both dance and unwind at the same time. "You really are good at this, Mr Kwang."

"Aye ya, really? Perhaps I should run a small massaging clinic?"

"Great idea. I will be your number one customer!" Said Zhoulin, meaning it.

Mr Kwang laughed. "I doubt I will be able to attract many young bodies like this. So supple and soft they make my hands smoother! Probably get some of the older ladies with a lot more meat. Aye ya, my poor hands."

"Mr Kwang!" Zhoulin laughed. "Is my skin really like that?" She said a moment after, enjoying the compliment.

"Oh yes. I have massaged your legs, your arms, and your back now, and they are all equally smooth."

Zhoulin giggled. Betsy had moved back into view, swaying her udders as she moved. They looked swollen. "I think Betsy needs milking again. Her... cow tits look very full." She had gotten used to using the term. It was Mr Kwang's term after all. It had become common over the weeks, like a secret they shared. It made her feel good.

"Yes, her cow tits need some release. They are very tender and smooth as well. Sometimes I rub the aloe vera on her, you know. She can get sun burnt too."

Zhoulin smiled. The rubbing was pleasing. Hearing Mr Kwang talk endearingly about Betsy's cow tits was sweet and stimulating.

"Betsy likes a good rub too. We are all the same." He said, reaching around to the sides, rubbing slowing up and down.

Zhoulin sat up and turned around, her front top still open and her boobs pointing outwards. She had been thinking about it for a while. She wanted to repay Mr Kwang for his massages and for his wonderful company. They made her feel so relaxed. He didn't have to do it. She knew he liked to look at her chest. But she also wanted him to know what she looked like. She wanted to hear him talk about her. "Mr Kwang, thank you for doing this. Do you mind if sit like this for a while, it is so hot?" She said, her young chest open and on display.

Mr Kwang smiled and nodded, trying to hide pleasure at the site. "Of course. I wanted to say you should be more free, but I wasn't sure if it was appropriate." For a moment he took in the lovely sight in front of him. His young neighbour's beautiful chest sat proudly, pointing straight out as if they were two cones supported by strong rods. Each was capped by a large light brown areola. He had never seen such a sight.

Zhoulin was pleased. She had made the right choice. It was Mr Kwang after all. She had been nervous at first, but the butterflies were gone. That meant it had to be right.

"If I can say, Zhoulin, you have a truly beautiful body and two wonderful tits."

Zhoulin giggled, Betsy moo'd, and she and shook her chest a little for him. She was pleased he liked them. Her cheeks were blushing, but she was also hot.

"Shall I continue the rubbing? I can put some on your chest too if you like." Mr Kwang said.

Zhoulin smiled and nodded. It felt right. He was so kind and she had decided to repay in this way.

"Lets change the position, then. Why don't bend over and lay on your arms like before on the table, that way I can do the back and the front eh?"

"Hao de." Ok. She said,

Mr Kwang went to work like before. He began talking again, slowly, about gardening and then about looking after Betsy. He squeezed more aloe vera onto his palm and began to rub the girl's sides. He was moving slowly, each hand rubbing closer to the girl's mounds. Sometimes he would shift up and massage her shoulders, he would then come down to her armpits and down in front.