[The Shanghai girl I'll never forget that Mid-Autumn Festival]

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It's been a long time since I've written anything. Mid-Autumn Festival is here again, and tonight I inexplicably started thinking about things from the past, so I took

the opportunity to put it into words. She was a girl from Shanghai, and our meeting was purely coincidental. It was around 2002, a friend of mine got married,

and of course I had to join in the fun. I borrowed a Mercedes S600 for him as the main wedding car and personally drove it. I

don't know how many classmates and friends had bothered me with this, but what could I do? I'm just being a good friend. Anyway, after a lot of busy work, we finally arrived at

the banquet. The table was full of familiar friends, and we started joking around. The newlyweds were giving their speeches, and we had already

opened quite a few beers to soothe our throats. What surprised me was that an old classmate who went to Guangdong to do business had brought a

strange girl with him. I secretly asked a few friends nearby, but they couldn't quite explain her. I couldn't help but scrutinize her for a while. Her face shape

was average, big eyes, a high nose, and somewhat prominent cheekbones—not my type of delicate beauty. She had a few small pimples and was wearing a

black seersucker dress. I didn't find her particularly striking; at first glance, I didn't feel anything special. Without a word, we

started drinking haphazardly at our table. We were the liveliest group in the hall. The girls at the bridesmaids' table kept smiling at us,

haha, my buddies are pretty likable. Across the table, I joked with my classmate and his girlfriend, figuring he was actually in a one-sided crush.

The Shanghai girl, named Qing, was quite mature and handled herself well at the table, not getting too close to him.

She was very enthusiastic towards us, the guys who were just trying to get us drunk, constantly trying to trick us into drinking. Haha, fine, let her drink, I don't care

about a little bit of alcohol... We drank from 12 to 3:30. The groom spent an

hour toasting at our table and then passed out. The Hangzhou guys at our table didn't get to toast anyone and had to catch their train. Haha, what a waste!

There was no way around it; the newlyweds still had to be sent home. Although I was quite drunk, I still remembered this.

As I was helping the groom into the car, I suddenly saw Qing come over to help. The moment she stood next to me, I suddenly

felt a lot of pressure. I'm 178cm tall, but she was half a head taller than me. Her high

breasts, long legs encased in black stockings, and high heels made her black dress look so

gorgeous . Then it dawned on me that my friend from Guangdong wasn't completely brainless; how could he be so infatuated? Her figure

was too domineering, completely lacking the delicate grace of a woman from Jiangnan. She was like a blooming rose, attracting a swarm of admirers

. In that instant, all the flaws on her face vanished, and I secretly swallowed a big mouthful of drool. After shoving the drunken

groom into the car, I, emboldened by the alcohol, said to Qing, "Don't go back yet. Be my bridesmaid and help me take the bride and

groom home. We'll come back and continue drinking later." She tilted her head, looked at me, smiled gently, and playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Still drinking? You bunch of drunks, you're really something."

She then opened the car door and got in. Back then, drunk driving wasn't heavily enforced, and I was used to driving drunk. However, the groom vomited a huge

puddle in the car. Good heavens, I had to get the whole car cleaned up quickly, or the driver would yell at me. While waiting at the cleanup shop, I

chatted with her quite a bit. She worked in foreign trade and had only met my classmate through business dealings. She had been invited here

by and even been touted as my girlfriend. Haha. I casually handed her a soft cigarette, but to my

surprise she skillfully held it to her lips. I was taken aback for a moment before lighting it for her. Looking at her long, slender, upturned fingers,

her hazy eyes through the smoke, her dark eye makeup seemingly brimming with tears, and her

mature figure beneath her dress, I felt a pang of attraction. At that moment, I thought I might be falling for her too—only for her body. She was a woman with

a story , and I didn't yet have the confidence to keep her by my side. I felt she belonged to a Mercedes S-Class;

even a BMW 7 Series lacked a certain maturity, a certain sophistication, to truly make her willingly open up

… This was my first time meeting Qing. My takeaways were learning some information about her, including exchanging phone

numbers and discovering she was 175cm tall! And she even wore heels!!

A month later, I suddenly received a call from her. It was just about some legal matters at the company.

At the end she jokingly asked me to introduce her to some business. Haha, I also casually called a few classmates. After

that, we kept in touch by text message from time to time, and we got to know each other much better. We joked around and sent each other encouraging and caring

text messages. It always feels good to be cared for. There was a slight hint of ambiguity, a little warmth in my heart.

Until one day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, she suddenly called me at around 7 pm, saying she would be at the station in ten minutes and asked me

to pick her up. Suddenly, an idea struck me. Heh, that should be it! Of course, I immediately went out, got in my car, and headed straight for

the train station. Fifteen minutes later, I met her at the station exit. She was so eye-catching! From afar, I saw a long

-haired girl in brown ankle boots, light-colored tight jeans, and a white shirt, carrying a large shoulder bag , walking gracefully towards me. People around her were basically staring in astonishment at the young woman who was almost half a head taller than them as she walked past. I couldn't stand her; why was she wearing high heels again? Did she want all the men in the south to bang their heads against the wall ?… This time, she was much more skilled. I gently took her hand, helped her through some pedestrians, and got her into the car. 　　I treated her to sashimi and sushi at an elegant Japanese restaurant. We didn't have any particularly interesting topics, just casual conversation and lighthearted jokes. I felt the world was so beautiful. A model-like figure was kneeling at a low table. Qing was only wearing light makeup today, her long, flowing hair gently tousling my heart. I didn't want to go home. Heh… After that, she tacitly suggested going to a bar, as was customary. The waiters in this place, frequented by bars and bars, were astonished by this unusually tall girl, who led us directly to the most prestigious table. I idly guessed that this was the first time I'd ever gotten away with something like this thanks . To my surprise, Qing ordered a cocktail. It was the first time I'd seen a girl so familiar with the names of cocktails. The bartender was clearly surprised too, not understanding several of the English names. He probably hadn't even ordered those items on the menu many times; Chinese people seem to prefer ordering large drinks to pile on the table, or stacking Heinekens to show off their wealth and drinking capacity. Hehe, I actually never ordered cocktails before (back then I always thought they were for ladies), although I'd looked into Western etiquette, I just made do with a Long Island Iced Tea (a strong drink, hehe). The lighting was hazy, and I noticed that the older men at the next table, who were lighting firecrackers, wearing gold chains, and sporting scrubbing brushes while dressed in suits, suddenly became agitated, yelling at the bartenders to bring more drinks—probably trying to show off their masculinity . Haha, after we went in, those affected little women around them clearly paled in comparison. No wonder… After playing a few dice and watching the performance on stage, I discovered that Qing was actually a very quiet girl, not at all like her appearance suggested.

So unrestrained and fiery, yet quietly sipping her drink, exhaling smoke, lightly tapping the back of my hand, gazing wistfully into the distance. She

must be very lonely, a loneliness that comes from the depths of her heart. After a few drinks, the bar's headliner took the stage, Charlie Cho,

haha, the veteran Hong Kong Category III film star, actually coming to my second-tier mainland city to perform. "The old man is really getting old, I

wonder he can still make another disastrous Category III film like Patrick Tse," Qingting laughed, leaning against my shoulder. Watching Charlie

's version of "A Laugh in the Vast Sea," he truly seemed weathered, without some life's ups and downs, he couldn't sing with that kind of youthful arrogance and melancholy.

The old man finally took out a large bag of his own DVDs and handed them out, claiming they were smuggled into the mainland. He said everyone who pointed to one would get one, and the area in front of the stage

immediately crowded with curious customers. I stood in the back row with my arm around Qing's waist, watching. Suddenly, Lao Cao pointed to Qing and said, "Wow, the beauty in

the back row is so beautiful. Here's a DVD for you, old brother." Haha, this old lecher! Qing smiled and shook her head, then suddenly

turned and kissed me. I was startled and waved to the stage. Lao Cao also burst into laughter on stage.

It was truly a rare conversation.

When we arrived at the parking lot late at night, I couldn't hold back any longer. I tightly embraced Qing's slender waist and kissed her deeply

. Qing didn't resist, nor did she particularly reciprocate. She responded gently to me. The faint sweet

scent of wine mixed with the smell of tobacco and the slight fishy smell of saliva between our lips was so wonderful. Qing's waist was very slender and soft. I felt that if I used force,

I could wrap my hands around it. This was unlike her ample breasts and hips, but at the same time, it highlighted

the prominence . Her waist and hips, wrapped in tight jeans, automatically and gently undulated, rubbing against my somewhat aggrieved lower body...

We sped to the nearest four-star hotel, booked a large room, and hurriedly went upstairs and

down . This short distance seemed so long. I couldn't help but stop and keep sucking on Qing's

lips deeply. Only her body fluids could temporarily suppress the desire aroused by wine and sex, while at the same time, it was like

adding fuel to the fire making the fire of passion burn even more fiercely. As soon as I opened the door, I immediately pressed Qing against the threshold,

feeling curves and the slight trembling of her body. Qing seemed less reserved after entering the room,

letting out a soft moan from deep within her throat. When I kissed her earlobe, Qing suddenly let out a loud cry,

her long neck arching back against the wall, "Ah, no, it tickles!" Her high breasts heaved rapidly as she

gently pushed against my chest with her hand. What a sensitive girl, hehe. But such cries and reactions only

fueled a man's desire to conquer. I steadied myself, tensed my muscles—thankfully, I still had

the foundation from working out, playing ball, and four years of college soccer—and grabbed Qing by the knees, lifting her horizontally. This clearly surprised Qing; she

clung tightly to my neck, letting out a bright, silvery laugh, her long neck arching back, her beautiful hair flowing

in the air, crying out like a child, "Careful, careful, I'm going to spin around!" "Damn, you're not just 165cm

tall. I'm estimating, this well-developed, or rather, extremely well-developed body weighs at least 60kg. A beauty's

command is law, so I had to obey. I even tossed her into the air a few times, leaving behind a chorus of gasps and laughter. My hard work

is done; now it's time to enjoy myself.

I gently placed Qing on the bed. Her big eyes were fixed on me, her lips slightly upturned, carrying a

slyness as if she'd seen through a child's trick. Hehe, it's okay, we're adults, we know what to do.

I used my breath to lift Qing's chin, gently licking her graceful neck, the sudden..." Collarbone—I don't understand why

such a prominent collarbone would be above such a full bust. I can only guess it's because she has a larger frame. But

it doesn't matter ; I really like this part of a woman's body. The defined shoulder line is sexy, or rather, sensual.

It's a part of a woman's body that a man can observe without worrying about societal judgment.

Qing was already aroused. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her moans were soft and lingering, seemingly near yet far,

swirling in my ears, teasing my senses. I used my mouth to unbutton the first button of her shirt, and she suddenly blurted out,

"You little rascal, have you tried this many times already?" "Haha, I'm too scared to play anymore. I quickly unbuttoned

all her tops, including her bra. Her breasts seemed to come alive, suddenly breaking free from the bra's confinement,

trembling like jelly. Crimson nipples, small areolas, delicate protrusions on her glistening breasts—perfect

breast shape, even lying down, they stubbornly stood proudly, seemingly defying the men observing them. Below

her chest was a taut, straight abdomen, without an ounce of fat, adorned with a small navel. Her waist was slender, tapering

to a widening at the hips, twisting with her rapid breathing, creating ripples. Her well-fitting

jeans were like a second skin, tightly wrapping her beautiful body. Her long, slender thighs

were pressed tightly together, and upon closer inspection, one could see they were squeezing and rubbing against each other." ...This is a body that has tasted the beauty of sex,

mature yet not excessive, waiting for a man to harvest and cultivate it.

I was still slowly licking Qing's lower abdomen, circling around her navel, when suddenly I noticed one of her hands groping

towards my crotch, gently rubbing it, while her other hand unbuttoned her jeans. Ha,

I lightly slapped the back of her hand, "What are you doing? I haven't even reached that point yet, what's the rush?" Qing looked up with a start

, her big eyes glaring at me, one hand squeezing my little brother hard, scolding, "Are you trying to kill me!" "

Completely devoid of the reserved demeanor I remembered. Haha, I stood upright on the bed, tightly gripping Qing's pants, and forcefully

pulled her long legs out. Qing was wearing black lace panties, her pristine white body adorned with that delicate black

triangle , gleaming under the golden spotlight. She seemed slightly embarrassed, her legs pressed tightly together as she lay

on her side. From my vantage point, her legs appeared incredibly long, her perfectly curved buttocks encased in

a lace trim, and her enormous breasts fully displayed their size. This was

the most beautiful body I had ever seen, even more so than my various girlfriends and the various women I'd encountered while casually dating around the world." If

I were to put her on the same bed, in terms of pure animal behavior, it would be incomparable;

the visual impact would be far too great. I could no longer resist teasing her. I quickly stripped off all my

restraints, tearing off the lace panties that covered Qing's last bit of flesh, revealing her bare skin. Qing's

pubic hair was thick, perfectly complementing her lustful body. Tiny drops of fluid were already seeping from the deep folds of her vulva,

reflecting light. I parted the pubic hair and gently rubbed her two protruding labia minora. The labia, saturated with fluid, were

incredibly My fingers lightly brushed against her clitoris, and Qing immediately let out a soft cry, "No, don't touch there." And then...

She mumbled something unintelligible, but her thighs were tightly clamped around my hand, preventing me from leaving. "Heh,

feels good, doesn't it?" I slowly drew circles, gradually increasing the speed. Qing's moans grew louder, her arms opening and closing

unconsciously . Suddenly, her thighs clamped my hand tightly, her hips arched upwards,

and she began to tremble rapidly, letting out a muffled groan. Her thigh muscles twitched slightly. She had reached an orgasm so quickly; it was

unbelievable. Qing clasped her hands together, concealing her expression. I stopped, looking at her with a mocking gaze. Qing's chest

heaved as she breathed deeply, adjusting the ebb and flow of pleasure in her body. A slight

blush had crept onto her skin, and her two nipples were glistening and erect. I couldn't resist leaning over and

gently biting . "Ah!" Qing shuddered violently. "You bad boy, I've come once," she said, biting her lip.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were even more prominent. Hehe, maybe she's just not sexually

satisfied . I believe she'll be fine after tonight.

“It’s your turn to shine,” I patted Qing’s little belly. Qing lazily turned to look at me. “I

don’t know how, what should I do?” Haha, I answered with a slightly heavier pat on her pert bottom. Qing knelt up and

crawled towards my legs, then suddenly stopped and said, “Close your eyes, I’ll be embarrassed.” I obeyed her

and closed my eyes. My penis felt warm breaths approaching, and suddenly I was enveloped in a warm, moist

sensation . I let out a long breath. Ah, so comfortable. This loving caress

was completely different from the routine of sex. I secretly opened my eyes… Watching Qing with her back to me, her head bobbing up and down, waves

of incredibly comfortable warmth emanated from her lower body. Her huge buttocks were high in the air, not far from me.

I carefully observed Qing's genitals; her labia minora were clearly protruding, still a light

pink inside

, I saw a ring of pink folds around the entrance, glistening with a lustful sheen. Drops of

moisture, weighed down by gravity, hung from the entrance and slowly trickled down in thin strands. I couldn't resist

gently touching it, but Qing lightly bit my penis. I felt a slight pain. "I told you not to be naughty,"

Qing mumbled, her buttocks trembling as she moved to a position I couldn't touch. Heh heh,

whatever, I'll just put my hands behind my head and watch Qing's ministrations. Qing's movements were very practiced; her tongue skillfully teased

the urethral opening and the frenulum, sending shivers down my spine. She would occasionally glance at me, and

after , she unexpectedly took my testicles into her mouth, sucking on them. This action gave me even more intense

pleasure, and I couldn't help but sigh. Qing continued, her fingers pressing on my perineum, her tongue

slowly licking downwards. A slender knuckle even slipped into my anus, causing my muscles

to tense involuntarily. She could perform this kind of sexual act so skillfully; I was speechless. If she continued, I was afraid

my first time would end like this. Men aren't like women; they recover much faster.

I straightened up, regaining control, and spread Qing's legs apart, pulling her down close. My rock-

hard penis rubbed against her wet opening for a while, then, with the fluid from Qing's mouth, I gently inserted a little.

Qing closed her eyes, sighed contentedly, and opened her legs to their maximum angle. Her fingers gently stroked my

lower abdominal muscles; clearly, she needed deeper satisfaction. I ignored her hints and continued with gentle in-and-out movements. Qing

's moans gradually increased, indicating a slight dissatisfaction. Suddenly, I thrust in all the way in. Qing

cried out uncontrollably, then immediately wrapped her legs around my waist from behind, her buttocks

moving , her labia tightly gripping my base, leaving no gaps, and drops of fluid already overflowing.

Although Qing had a large frame, her vulva was only about the same size, without any hollow feeling. The layers of folds and fleshy protrusions

tightly held my penis, writhing as if alive. Waves of pleasure surged from my lower body,

making . I squeezed Qing's body tightly, my lower abdomen heaving, repeating

the piston-like motion repeatedly. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, like splashing water, echoed continuously. "So good...so good...I want

it...I want it..." Qing murmured, unconsciously twisting her hips. Her breasts trembled and shook wildly,

scattering into different fleshy shapes and then constantly returning to their towering mounds, a scene of ecstasy and infatuation. I held my breath and

charged wildly. Qing began to let out high-pitched cries, her long, entwined legs scattered to her sides. She gripped her hair tightly with both

hands , her elbows clamping down on her breasts, making her two large, round mounds

appear even more exaggerated in size. I lowered my head slightly and took one of her rosy nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. Her breasts,

pulled by my movements, revealed sharp, pointed shapes. Qing frowned, supporting her other breast with one hand and kneading it

forcefully , feeling the semi-liquid, gelatinous substance. Her breasts overflowed from between my fingers, her nipples became even more erect,

and her areolas enlarged. I could no longer resist. I pressed my right hand against Qing's head, gripped her buttocks tightly with my left, and

took her nipple into my mouth. I thrust into her at top speed. Because I had drunk quite a bit, my penis

was noticeably numb. I thrust at top speed for a full five minutes before my penis finally ejaculated deep inside Qing's body.

Qing was no longer able to speak, and the sheets, her pubic hair, and my hands were all covered in

the love fluid that had flowed from her buttocks. I pressed myself against her, letting my penis tremble and breathe slowly return to normal.

Our sweat mingled like a layer of essential oil. Qing's eyes were tightly closed, her breathing rapid, and

she occasionally frowned, seemingly savoring the surging pleasure within her. Perhaps she wasn't satisfied yet, haha (

later she secretly told me she could still contract, and I experienced it myself. Sitting on top of me, her vagina contracted rapidly

, indeed allowing me to ejaculate very quickly. However, her pleasure wasn't strong, so I had to coax

her a bit to get me to truly enjoy it :). My feeling was that I couldn't fully subdue such a body

unless I used drugs. Qing was so easily brought to orgasm; such a voluptuous body had immense potential.

As I guessed, her husband was an extremely tall and strong man from Northeast China.

After showering together, Qing clung to me like a submissive wife, resting her head on my arm

, chatting away about her experiences. It turned out her boyfriend had gone abroad to study, and her parents had returned to her mother's

hometown, so she had been working alone in Shanghai. Although Shanghai was bustling,

She was a typical Shanghainese from a modest background, living a very difficult life. Although her job was good and her income

was decent, the work pressure was quite high. She heard from my classmate that my girlfriend was also studying in the US,

and their similar experiences seemed to make her want to get closer to me. Haha, it makes sense; being separated by oceans, their relationship would naturally

have its ups and downs, and it was difficult to talk about it with outsiders. She and I clearly had something in common, though I didn't

feel anything for her. The two years my wife was studying in the US were the freest time of my life. My parents didn't interfere with my relationships, and

I was completely unrestrained, having a great time. But now, after all, I have a family.

Getting back to the point, that night, Qing and I were constantly caressing each other, gratifying her physical desires. Obviously, many men

around her might have been eyeing her body, and she probably had many unpleasant experiences, but that night, I believe

it was simply an attraction between two bodies, without any burden, without any further intentions, just

mutual comfort and satisfaction. Qing's body was very flexible, and I could manipulate her in any way I wanted. During our subsequent

meetings, she told me many interesting stories about the office. Her sexually active female companion even

carried anal sex toys with her, secretly meeting her lover whenever she had a spare moment away from her husband. Haha, interesting Shanghai, decadent

Shanghai… Just some thoughts. Qing, please don't be offended if you see this… I really miss that beautiful body. She's

married now. Sometimes I think that when I can afford a Mercedes AMG, I must go to Shanghai

to see her. I trust my intuition; she belongs to the Mercedes lifestyle, not just a high-level

white-collar worker in an office building.

(The End)

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