A romantic encounter in a car in Shanghai

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Last year when I returned to Shanghai, my buddy gave me a simple welcome-back dinner, taking me to Bund 88 for a drink.

He also brought a female friend.

Bund 88 is quite upscale; the bar's receptionists are all foreigners, and there's a dress code.

Unfortunately, my brother was wearing athletic pants and a tracksuit, and the foreigners wouldn't let him in. I tried to talk to them, since I wasn't wearing shorts, and in other countries, easy-going guards usually let you in.

That didn't work out, so we went to the rooftop bar at the Ritz-Carlton in Pudong, where the movie *Tiny Times* was filmed.

We ordered a drink and drank for over an hour, chatting casually.

She was almost constantly on her phone, so we didn't actually talk much. We exchanged WeChat contacts when we parted.

That was it.

The next day, she messaged me on WeChat, asking if I wanted to have dinner together.

I was on vacation in China and didn't have much to do, so I agreed, thinking it would be like meeting a friend.

Dinner was simple, at a Hong Kong-style fast food restaurant—I forget the name. She also invited one of her friends.

After dinner, her sister left, and she suggested we take a stroll, maybe watch a movie or something. I agreed.

It's convenient in China; restaurants and movies are almost always in the same building. Since there weren't many good movies at the cinema, she suggested we go for a drink.

I said that was fine too, as we hadn't drunk anything at dinner.

There was a KTV right next door.

We went and asked, and it was over 200 yuan an hour! I gasped – that's expensive!

Then Reception said, "If you top up 1000 yuan, you can get two hours of free karaoke and a bottle of whiskey, anyway – it's basically a top-up for free karaoke and drinks."

I thought, "Damn, I'm only back in China for a few days; it'll take forever to spend 1000 yuan."

Just as I was thinking this, she said okay, took out her card, and started swiping. I couldn't stop her; I thought, "Even if I'm a man, I have to pay."

She was very forceful, so forceful that she pushed me away, preventing me from paying. It made me feel really embarrassed.

We went into the private room and started drinking and singing.

I can't sing, so I just sipped my drink and listened to her sing.

She sang with great enthusiasm, and after a while, seeing I was bored, she sat down to drink with me. Seeing I was drinking too slowly, she suggested playing dice.

I said, "Okay." I don't gamble, and I'm not good at cheating; I usually don't play these kinds of games because I'm sure I'll lose. Out of politeness, and since I had nothing else to do, I played, treating it as drinking.

Sure enough, I only won one out of ten rounds, drinking half a glass at a time.

My goodness.

Everyone knows that in China, whiskey is mixed with green tea in a large container and drunk one glass after another. My goodness, after two rounds of this, I wasn't drunk, but my stomach was already incredibly bloated.

After two more rounds, it was eleven o'clock.

I said, "Let's go home, leave the rest of the liquor here, and come back next time."

She said, "It's still early, let's play a little longer."

So I went to the toilet two or three times, but my stomach couldn't keep up with the speed of drinking; after a while, my stomach was so bloated I couldn't even bend over.

I couldn't take it anymore. I said, "Let's go. I really can't drink anymore. It's not that I'm drunk, it's just that my stomach can't take it.

" She said, "Just a little more."

I'm a rather dull person, not good at reading people, let alone understanding girls' thoughts. But at this point, even a fool would understand—tonight, I either had to have something happen with her, or finish the drinks.

No need to think about it anymore; my stomach had already declared that anything I drank would come right back.

I was also a little tipsy.

I grabbed her and started kissing her, then laid her down on the sofa in the private room, not caring whether the people at the karaoke bar would care. After kissing for about ten minutes, I knew I couldn't do anything reckless here.

I said, "Let's go. We can go to your place."

She agreed this time, saying, "Okay."

I straightened my clothes, left the karaoke bar, and went to her house.

Her house was within walking distance. As soon as I stepped out of the mall, the wind blew, the alcohol hit, and my head started to throb.

When we got to her house, she was sharing a room with her niece, but her niece hadn't returned yet.

She said, "You can't sleep here tonight. I'll just come back and quickly wash up."

That put me in an awkward position.

She said there was a hotel near the entrance of the complex. I said

that was fine.

We went to the hotel, but it turned out to be an internal hotel of a certain group, not open to the public.

She then said, "Then you can sleep in my car."

I said, "Okay."

She led me to her car, a white BMW. I thought, "This girl is so rich."

Anyway, I got in and lay down in the back seat. The whiskey was too strong; my head was throbbing after drinking it.

She said, "Wait a minute, I'll go upstairs and get you a blanket."

When she came back, she got in the car and sat next to me.

At this point, there was no need to pretend to be a gentleman. She pulled me up and pressed me against the back seat, giving me a series of passionate kisses and groping me.

She made me stop, picked up the blanket, cushions, etc. from the car, and hung them on the front seat to block the view from the front.

Actually, there wasn't anyone around; firstly, it was late, and secondly, her car was parked close to the bushes, with cars in front and behind, making it quite secluded.

Anyway, the story continues.

I started kissing her face and neck, my hands slipping under her waist to caress it, then I pulled them out and slowly moved them to her breasts through her clothes.

She was very eager, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, her arms tightly wrapped around me, her legs clamped around me, and she made soft moaning sounds as I pressed her down.

After massaging her breasts through her clothes, I moved my hands back to her waist, slowly moving upwards.

My mouth moved down her neck, kissing her stomach, and as my lips roamed, I pulled her shirt up and slowly took it off. It

was dark in the car, so I couldn't see the color of her bra. Her breasts were a slightly larger than medium size, very soft, and they trembled when I squeezed them through the bra.

I started kissing her breasts and pulled the bra down, revealing her nipples. Her nipples were already a little hard.

I took one nipple into my mouth, kneaded one breast with one hand, and gently pinched her other nipple with my fingers with the other hand. She was clearly even more excited.

I lifted her upper body again to unhook her bra and take it off.

The car was cramped and dark, and with the alcohol on her face, it took me a while to unhook it.

After taking off the bra, I began my full-scale assault on her breasts. They were firm and moist, barely covering them with one hand. I squeezed her breasts with my hands, pressing her nipples to their highest point, tracing circles on them with my tongue, while my other hand vigorously kneaded her entire breast.

Her body trembled slightly.

I also took off my t-shirt. I remarked: men's t-shirts are so much easier to take off than women's bras.

Then I continued to caress and kiss her.

I started kissing her mouth, while my right hand slipped inside her panties and began to caress her genitals.

Needless to say, she was already very wet. After caressing her genitals for a while, I knelt on the back seat and took off her panties. She was wearing a short skirt, saving me the trouble of taking off her pants, thank goodness.

Then, more kisses, kissing her nipples, while simultaneously inserting my fingers into her genitals to stimulate her G-spot. Her genitals were incredibly wet.

I was starting to feel it too. I started taking off my shoes…

I was wearing lace-up leather shoes that day, and while busy caressing and kissing her, I tried to untie them, but in the dark, I couldn't get them right.

After about two minutes, I gave up, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and then my underwear.

She reached out and grabbed my penis, stroking and stroking it; she clearly wanted it intensely.

I lifted her legs slightly, pressing my upper body completely against hers, kissing her lips, my penis near her genitals, her hand directly placing it at the entrance.

Her genitals were incredibly wet; entry was effortless, like a smooth path.

Once inside, I held her tightly, kissing her passionately. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs clamping around my waist, and I attacked with all my might, thrusting in and out at top speed.

Under the influence of alcohol, I only wanted my own pleasure, and within two minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate.

I hugged her tighter, pressed down harder, and thrust faster. Her legs rose higher, and my penis entered her vagina with all its might.

She was breathing heavily, her mouth wide open. I kissed her neck.

Soon after, I surrendered.

After ejaculating, my penis lingered inside her for a few more moments, thrusting a few more times.

Then I collapsed onto her, calming down. She also slowly calmed her breathing. We hugged for about five minutes, but my head was still throbbing.

There were tissues in the car, so I wiped myself clean.

She said she had to go back to sleep, otherwise her niece would ask, so

she put on her coat, grabbed her jacket, and went back to sleep.

After she left, I was finally able to reach my shoes, untie the laces, take off my shoes, pull up my pants, put on my t-shirt, curled up in the seat, covered myself with a blanket, and fell asleep.

I was quite drunk.

[The End]

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