Last night's affair

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Meeting her was purely accidental. In a NetEase local chat room, I was reading a guy's novel, *The Peacock*, which was quite good. My lower body immediately started thinking about it, and my penis stood up like an iron rod. My hand involuntarily went to her. Just as I was panting and about to ejaculate, I heard a message notification. I knew someone had messaged me. I didn't want to reply; I was enjoying myself. But then I thought, what if she's a beauty? I should check first. So, I forced myself to open the page: Hmm, nice name, elegant woman. I liked it.
I'm a seasoned chatterbox, and I quickly learned about her: female (obviously), 28 years old, married for three years, no children, 172cm tall (a typical slender figure, which is my favorite), 105 pounds (hehe, practically a devilish figure, though I'm not entirely convinced), a doctor, with straight hair just past her shoulders.
Most importantly, I actually got her phone number! I was overjoyed; there was definitely a chance! My workplace isn't too far from me, only a half-hour taxi ride... Why do I know this so clearly? Because last night after we finished chatting, when she was lounging in my room, I asked her about it. She said it was her fourth time in a chat room, and the people she encountered before were all perverts (hehe, she doesn't know I was one too, because I acted so composed). They'd immediately
ask if she wanted to do it, and how much it would cost per session, which annoyed her to no end. Having this concrete information, I began my careful pursuit. I'd send her text messages every now and then, always with affectionate and tender words. Within a few days, I said I wanted to visit her. That day she was on the night shift, and I had a few drinks before driving to see her. Why a few drinks? To embolden myself, so I could have some excuses for doing something outrageous afterward. When I arrived at her office, my first impression of her was that she was beautiful. She was incredibly beautiful—tall, beautiful, and with a fantastic figure!
I knew I couldn't be too impulsive, so I chatted about all sorts of things. Later, I mentioned I was thirsty, and she went into the inner room to get me water in her own cup. I was secretly pleased and followed her. Her duty room was a suite, with an inner suite further divided into two rooms—a truly ingenious design; I have to thank the designer… I gently hugged her waist from behind. I felt her body tremble slightly, but she didn't resist. I grew bolder, and my hands became restless, slipping inside her clothes and slowly moving upwards…
Her breasts stood proudly erect; I could feel their fullness and firmness even through her bra. I tried to unhook her bra, but she grabbed my hand, starting to pant, and said I couldn't do that, to wait a moment… Then she walked out. I thought she was angry, but it turned out she was locking the door. I immediately became highly aroused.
After she locked the door, I immediately picked her up and carried her into the inner room. She struggled in my arms, hitting my chest with her small hands. Inside, there was a single bed, very short, a bit cramped for my 178cm height. But I figured as long as I could have sex, it didn't matter how short it was; standing up to enter wasn't a bad idea.
I gently laid her flat on the bed and started kissing her forehead and ears. When I got to her lips, I took a deep breath and kissed her deeply. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, accompanied by soft moans… My hands weren't idle either, slipping inside her clothes to knead her firm, full breasts… I felt my penis was about to burst through my pants, so I freed one hand to undo her belt.
But then she firmly grabbed my hand, preventing me from continuing. She gasped, "No, this is the duty room, patients will definitely come soon… and there are so many people in the hospital, it won't work…" I said it was okay, it was almost midnight, there wouldn't be any patients, but she still wouldn't let go. I continued kissing her, feeling her desire growing stronger… Just then, I heard voices and footsteps coming from the corridor.
She immediately got up, straightened her clothes and hair, glared at me, and went out. I quickly followed her out, sat down at my desk, and picked up a book, pretending to read. Sure enough, there was a knock at the door, and she opened it at that moment. Two young men came in. I saw that they were covered in blood, their clothes stained with mud and bits of grass; I figured they must have been in a fight. She asked them to sit down and inquired about the situation.
The two young men said they had fallen off their motorcycle. She gave them a quick check and said they needed stitches and told them to get anesthesia. As soon as they left, I couldn't wait to hug her again. She gently pushed me away and said, "It's not possible today. They need stitches and a simple surgery. You should go home and we can contact each other later." I said, "No, I want to wait until you've finished your surgery." She smiled and said, "Don't be silly, it's so late. Besides, I'm really not feeling well today."
I stuck out my tongue: "Is my period here?" She said, "Yes, it is." I thought to myself, "What bad luck! Oh well, I'll deal with it another day." These two damn patients, of all times, had to come. And then there's "Aunt Flo," always causing trouble. Oh well, I could only give her a quick kiss on her beautiful little lips and drive home. Back in bed, I couldn't sleep at all, so I had to masturbate to solve the problem. Damn it!
Let me introduce myself first. I'm male (duh), 26 years old, not unconscious (fully conscious), 178cm tall, 136kg, with an athlete's physique. As for looks, nine out of ten people would say I'm good-looking. The other one is severely nearsighted; he needs to get very close to see my features clearly, which might be considered taking advantage of me, so I won't comply. All of this provides me with absolutely advantageous weapons for picking up girls. I have a principle for picking up girls: I generally don't pick up unmarried girls, afraid of being pestered; I don't pick up girls who are too young, they're not interesting; I don't pick up professional service girls ("chickens"), afraid of getting diseases; I don't pick up girls who are too old, afraid I'll break them apart…
Of course, when I was very young, these principles… No, these are lessons learned from painful experiences, offered for your reference only. My first time was with an older woman, damn it, seriously unpleasant, I still regret it now.
Anyway, let's get back to the point. Last Sunday, she texted me asking what I was doing, and I said I was thinking of her. Actually, I was drooling and fantasizing at the time. She said, "If you're free, come pick me up, I'm in a bad mood today, how about we go for a drive?" Of course, she invited me, so I ran faster than a rabbit!
In less than half an hour, I was downstairs at her building. A quick kiss, and she jumped and skipped into my car like a child. Where to go? I was focused on finding a quiet place. I'd tried having sex in the car before, it was incredibly passionate, and it looked like I could try it again today.
We got on the airport expressway, then veered off onto a side road, and there was a small river, not far from the highway... It was incredibly quiet. Plus, my car had tinted windows, so from a distance, you couldn't see anything inside. We stopped the car and tacitly got into the back seat. That's the advantage of an SUV—you can go anywhere, and the back seat is spacious, perfect for M&M.
I held her tightly in my arms, my heart pounding. Her hair was so black, smooth like a waterfall. Kissing her lips, neck, shoulders, and back, she smelled wonderful, it felt amazing. I strictly followed a post a guy wrote: don't go straight to the point, play it safe first… To my excitement, she unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of incredibly tempting breasts. Her nipples were already erect, like two grapes, and I unceremoniously grabbed them with my mouth and started sucking. My other hand caressed her other breast. I could hear her breathing getting heavier in my ear…
Just as I was about to take the next step, she stopped me … She said, "Honey, I'm sorry, today is really my period. I was lying the other day because I was afraid you'd make too much noise in the duty room..." I was so dizzy. She told me to put my hand between my legs, and when I touched it, sure enough, I had put on something like a sanitary pad... and my little D was rock hard. I said, "What should I do?" She saw my disappointment and said, "I'll help you with my hand, and I can even kiss it..." After she busied herself with that, I ejaculated... Then she started working, and I couldn't get a chance to talk to her.
Yesterday afternoon, she suddenly said she had to go on a business trip and might not be back for several days. I panicked. I had finally waited for her "period" to end, and now she was leaving too! Was this going to kill me? I immediately texted: "Are you free tonight?" She texted back: "You're not going to make me do it in the car, are you? I don't like that. I prefer a big bed..." I said, "Okay, I've booked a hotel for tonight. Come over."
Reply: I'm so nervous, please wait until I get back, okay? Of course not… After my persistent pleading, she finally agreed. I jumped for joy! You see, I hadn't had my period for a week, not even a vaginal clitoris. I was determined to give her the perfect experience.
That evening, I went to a banquet. Those guys didn't care that I had an important event that night; they kept pouring drinks for me. But I gritted my teeth and resolutely stopped after drinking about 100ml (my standard alcohol tolerance is 600ml; any more and I feel uncomfortable). Around 8 pm, I pretended to take a call, then told them my boss was looking for me and quickly left.
Although we weren't very far apart, I still thought it would be better to find a place somewhere in between. Firstly, it would be safer, and I wouldn't likely run into acquaintances; secondly, the environment there would be nice. I hailed a taxi, gave her the name of a hotel, and immediately texted her.
Almost simultaneously, I received a text from her saying she had just finished and asked where I was. I replied that I was on my way to the hotel. She said she'd be there soon and asked if I could register for a room with my local ID. I was thrilled; it meant she really hadn't been to a hotel with anyone else (men are so selfish). My excitement was just like a first date with a woman. We'd kissed and touched before, but we hadn't actually been together, and soon I'd have her almost perfect body—I was so damn happy!
Because it was the off-season, the room rate was 65% off, which was great; it seemed like this was the perfect season for a room.
Unfortunately, there were no single rooms available, only standard rooms. A standard room it is, anyway, neither of us is overweight, and we only planned to have sex, not stay overnight. Room 209, the innermost room, good, so she wouldn't be too loud and someone would hear. I paid, got the key card, and checked my pockets—only a cigarette, no lighter—so I went out and bought one. I quickly texted her the room number, rushed into the room, sat on the sofa, and patiently waited for her. I
'd only smoked half a cigarette when there was a knock at the door. To me, it was like the most beautiful music. She rushed in, head down, as I opened the door. I stubbed out my cigarette before she came in, grabbed her, and kissed her passionately. She must have dressed up deliberately; she smelled a faint perfume.
I'd smelled that lovely scent in the car that day. She said she'd been in the hospital all day and smelled of disinfectant, so she always showered and sprayed perfume before going out. Her hair was half-dry, vibrant and beautiful.
She was already limp. I carried her to the bed and helped her undress. She blushed. She asked me to run the bathwater. I didn't hesitate and stripped completely naked. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she really liked my body; she kept glancing at me… Unfortunately, the water pressure was very low, so a romantic bath was impossible. I just carefully washed my genitals and called it a day. Then she came in, wearing a bra and panties. The sight of her full breasts encased in her bra made my mouth water. Her panties were even more alluring—black, lace-trimmed ones with a few pubic hairs peeking out playfully—it was irresistible!
He knew I was watching her and blushed, shooing me away. I jokingly offered to take her clothes out, but she said, "Go ahead, I can get them myself." I laughed and backed out, pulling the covers over myself and listening to her showering. I thought, "Why is she showering after just a shower?" Later I realized she must have been touching her sensitive areas; otherwise, why would she be so wet down there as soon as we got into bed? It was practically a vast ocean…
I kissed away the water droplets on her body, kissing my way down her forehead. Her figure was absolutely stunning; besides my third partner, she was probably the best. A rounded bottom, high, firm breasts, a flat stomach, long, slender legs… Her head was tilted back, making her already slender neck appear even longer.
She let out a captivating moan… I kissed her while my hands roamed over her body, and soon she became impatient, forgetting her shyness, grabbing my penis and pulling it down towards her. I mumbled that I hadn't kissed her enough, that I hadn't kissed her down there yet, but she wouldn't let me kiss her down there. She pulled me onto her. By this time, my penis was rock hard, and I thrust it deep into her… After all, she was a woman who had never given birth, and her breasts were very tight.
Before this, she had told me that I should be gentle and slow during sex, that my penis was so big, and that she was scared… But after drinking, I had forgotten that. Perhaps I used too much force, because she suddenly straightened her back and gasped for breath. I didn't dare move, lying on top of her, asking if it hurt. She nodded and then shook her head, saying it was okay, that I could continue. I gently began to thrust… Her moans gradually grew louder, until finally they were almost screams.
I was so frightened that I quickly covered her mouth. She realized it too, grabbed a pillow and bit it... For about ten minutes, suddenly her eyes widened, and she stopped breathing. I felt a violent spasm inside her; I knew she had reached the peak of pleasure. So I thrust deep inside her, motionless, feeling her passion and her climax... I felt my penis was about to explode... I lay on top of her, afraid to move... Maybe half a minute later, she let out a long breath, drenched in sweat. She hugged me tightly, as if afraid I would run away.
Suddenly she cried, tears streaming down her face. I was startled, thinking I had done something wrong or hurt her. Unexpectedly, she said that in all her years as a woman, and three years of marriage, she had never experienced such a near-death feeling... I lowered my head and kissed her... After a while, she felt my penis still throbbing. She pushed me off her, turned around, knelt on the bed, and guided my penis back in with one hand. She encouraged me, saying, "Fuck me with all your might!" I love this position the most, thrusting straight in…
Holding her round buttocks, listening to the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the wet sounds of our bodies merging, her beautiful moans, I was almost going crazy… Probably not even five minutes later, I heard her almost hoarse screams again, and I surrendered all my savings from the week… After the passion subsided, she nestled in my arms, and I lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. I found that post-coital cigarettes were incredibly comfortable. One hand around her slender waist, the other holding a cigarette, puffing out clouds of smoke, that feeling was truly exquisite.
She said, "Baby, you must be exhausted, you're so amazing, I feel a little pain down there now…" I laughed and said, "After I finish this cigarette, I can make you feel that pain again." Her mouth formed an "O": "Really? You're really that amazing?" I grinned mischievously, "Of course." She said, "You're really amazing, baby, I've never felt so good before, it's worth dying for." I told her she was a silly girl (I have a habit of calling any beautiful woman, whether older or younger than me, a term that gives me a sense of accomplishment), and that she would feel even better if I kissed her down there. She shook her head firmly and said no, she didn't like it.
She said, "Baby, you smoke first, I'll go wash up." When she finished washing and appeared naked in front of me, my little penis immediately started to stir again. She lifted my blanket, lowered her head, and suddenly took my penis into her mouth. I was startled and quickly pushed her away: "I haven't washed yet, it's dirty!" She removed my hand and stood by the bed giving me a blowjob. My penis,
which wasn't very hard before, suddenly became incredibly hard again. After a while, she let out a long breath and lay down by the bed. I jumped off the bed, hugged her from behind, and entered her beautiful body again... This time it lasted even longer, probably half an hour. I don't know how many times she had orgasms; her voice seemed a little hoarse from moaning. There wasn't much water left inside, and it felt even tighter. I gave her all the remaining "bullets" again...
Afterwards
, I was too weak to get into bed, and she collapsed on the carpet. I pulled the blanket off the bed and covered us both. We just stayed like that, neither of us strong enough to speak. I felt like my legs weren't even mine anymore, trembling and unresponsive... After a long time, she said, "Baby, let's go, it's getting too late." I said, "Okay, you go first, I'll check out in a minute." I quickly cleaned up the mess and found a large wet patch on the sheets. I covered it with the blanket and went to the front desk to check out.
Without a word, the service girl rushed into our room. I knew she was checking to see if anything was missing. What really annoyed me was that she came back with a grim face and said there was blood on the sheets. Either you wash it yourself, or you can't get your ten-yuan room key deposit back.
I opened my mouth, wanting to say it wasn't blood, but how could I explain that to a young girl? Damn it, I casually tossed the room key onto the counter: take it or leave it! My legs trembling, I went downstairs and left. Damn it, I didn't have the energy to wash the sheets! As
I stepped outside, I saw her standing not far away, the wind ruffling her medium-length hair; she was still so beautiful. I offered to take her home. She resolutely refused. I pulled her into a taxi, saying, "How can I not take you home? It's so late, what if something happens?" But she hadn't walked 50 meters when she told the driver to stop. No matter what I said, she wouldn't let me take her home, telling me to just remember the license plate number. She texted me as soon as she got home.
Less than 20 minutes later, the text came: "Baby, I'm home. Thank you for such a passionate night. Goodnight, kisses!"
This morning, she boarded a plane to Guangzhou for a business trip… I've decided that I will never sleep with anyone else before she gets back, and I won't touch another woman. I want to experience that crazy pleasure with her again…

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