[A taste I can never taste again, a girl I hooked up with at a braised pork restaurant] [Author: arthurwl]

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A taste I can never taste again, the girl I picked up at the braised pork restaurant

Let me tell you about the only time I successfully picked up a girl in person.

The most important thing when picking up girls is looks, because it's the first impression, so it's especially important. But I
lost because of my looks.

Online, I first chatted with girls, using my humor, warm care, and extensive knowledge to win them over countless times.

But in face-to-face interactions, I've never successfully picked up a girl except for this one time.

Most people flirt with girls in bars, nightclubs, or at the very least, by directly approaching them on the street.

The location I used to pick up a girl this time was rather low-class—it was at a braised pork restaurant!

(This is from a restaurant in southern Beijing... ) At a roadside braised pork stew shop.

It happened about six or seven years ago. My wife was away in Canada for a six-month exchange program, and I
was home alone.

It was late October, a little past 1 p.m., and I felt a bit hungry, so I went downstairs to my usual
braised pork stew shop.

The shop wasn't big, with about seven or eight tables, practically crammed together.

It was past lunchtime, and there were only two or three tables occupied. Besides braised pork stew, they also made a
particularly good deep-fried small yellow croaker. I ordered a large bowl of braised pork stew, a serving of deep-fried small yellow croaker, and a small bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

While waiting for the food, a young woman, about 24 years old, sat down at the next table, diagonally opposite me.
She was about 5 years old, with short hair, big eyes, and a good figure—basically, quite attractive.

What surprised me was that she was only wearing a tight-fitting crew-neck short-sleeved shirt; I'd
seen !

The girl also ordered deep-fried small yellow croaker, but the waiter said they were out of it. She seemed really keen on it,
insisting the waiter go to the kitchen to check if they were really sold out.

A little while later, my food arrived, and the girl kept staring at the small yellow croaker on my table. Twice our eyes met
, and she looked away shyly.

The third time I noticed her peeking at my croaker, I quickly spoke up, "Alone?"

The girl smiled at me but didn't say anything.

"Me too, how about we share a table?"

"You live around here?" The girl remained seated.

"Yes, it's xxx community. What about you?"

"xxx community."

"It's pretty close. Come on over, try this little yellow croaker, it tastes especially good today. I
can't eat it ."

The girl didn't say anything, but she didn't refuse either, she just stared at me for a couple of seconds.

"Come on over! Come on over, or should I move over?"

The girl first lifted her bottom, then sat down.

"Hurry up, or it'll get cold and won't taste good!"

The girl finally sat down opposite me.

I quickly added a fish to the girl's small plate. The girl didn't say anything, finished it in a few bites, and looked very
satisfied.

"Delicious! So fragrant!"

"If it's good, eat more, anyway, I can't eat more than a few bites!" I said, picking up the bottle and taking a sip of wine.

"Want some?"

I handed the bottle to the girl. I noticed the hesitation in the girl's eyes.

"Let me get you a glass and pour you some!"

"No need!"

The girl took the bottle, took a small sip, and grinned. Then she quickly grabbed another fish. This
girl was really carefree and unpretentious; she was practically ready to play rock-paper-scissors with me, practically putting her legs up on the stool.

You can't eat without chatting! We're both from Beijing, so finding common ground was easy.

The girl's surname was Zhao, and she graduated from the Physical Education Department of a teachers' college. She'd just graduated, and as we chatted, we discovered we
lived very close to each other—both were relocated due to demolition. Our closest friends even graduated from the same elementary school,
though eight years apart.

The girl couldn't hold her liquor; she ate two small bowls of baijiu, two bowls of braised pork, and two side dishes, finishing every last drop .
Her cheeks were flushed, and she was slightly tipsy.

"What are you doing this afternoon?" I asked.

"Nothing much! How about you treat me to a movie?"

"Sure!" Of course, I'd jump on the bandwagon.

"Never mind! There don't seem to be any good movies to watch lately!"

Oh dear, girl, don't let me down!

"Yeah, how about we go to my place to play games? I just bought a PS3."

"Wow, rich! Let's go!"

I didn't expect the girl to be so agreeable, so I quickly paid the bill, grabbed her arm, and headed home. You know, athletes
really are athletes; their arms are really muscular. Good figure too, just not big breasts.

We got home in no time, got her a drink, and just as I turned on the game console, Zhao said she felt dizzy.

"Want to lie down on my bed for a while?"

"No, no!"

"Come on, just don't mind that I'm dirty!"

I practically dragged her into the bedroom.

I helped her lie down, leaned over the headboard, and grinned mischievously at Zhao's face! Her face immediately turned red.

"You're so annoying! What are you laughing at?"

Without saying a word, I leaned down and kissed her. We both smelled of alcohol, so neither of us had to complain.

At first, she pushed me away a couple of times, but then her tongue came out.

While my mouth was busy, my hands couldn't be idle either. I'd barely touched her breasts through her clothes, and after a couple of gentle rubs, Zhao started
moaning .

"No, no!" I

couldn't stop, and I rubbed even harder. She pushed me away with a sudden force. Was this a sure thing about to slip away? 　　The girl sat up, her face even redder, her small breasts heaving. 　　"Don't touch my breasts, they're very sensitive there!" 　　"I'm so sorry, so sorry!" I quickly apologized.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I quickly pulled open the bedside table drawer. "Look, Durex or Okamoto 003,
which do you like? Or how about the ribbed ones?"

"You pervert!"

"You are a pervert, but you don't smell bad. Want to smell it?" I said, and then brought my mouth closer.

The girl had a great figure, without an ounce of fat. Her skin was a healthy tan. Her breasts were at most
B-cup, and they were extremely sensitive.

When I was sucking on her breasts, I rubbed her vulva back and forth with my thighs.
My thighs got wet after just a couple of licks, even through her underwear.

The first time, neither of us had showered. She wouldn't let me lick her genitals or give me oral sex, so the foreplay
wasn't very thorough. With the condom on, it was easy to penetrate her. It felt very tight, especially when she intentionally squeezed,
my penis was practically immobile.

During sex, I was basically afraid to touch her breasts. Touching them a couple of times would cause her vagina to tighten. I suspected it was
an orgasm , but the girl said no, it was just a reflex.

"How long has it been since you last did it?" I asked her.

"Not long. Does it feel especially tight?"

"Like a virgin." I wasn't being complimentary.

"My ex-boyfriend said the same thing. His wasn't even as big as yours!"

"How long has it been since you broke up?"

"Eleven minutes." It really wasn't that long.

"Can't even handle a few days? Let me fuck you properly!" I said, speeding up.

"You pervert! Slow down, it hurts!"

I ignored her and sped up, suddenly my penis was firmly stuck, the girl's body arched upwards, and
her moan turned into a long "Ah~".

Then I ejaculated.

After resting on the bed for a while, I took the girl to take a shower. In the bathroom, I witnessed how capable the girl was; she could
lift her legs up to the wall and let me lick them. After

showering, we went back to bed, and after a while, we started again.

I started from behind, but unfortunately, the girl's ass wasn't big, so it didn't feel good. Then I tried having Zhao on top, and
unexpectedly, she said it was her favorite position. The girl kept squatting, moving continuously for about 10 minutes. People who are good at
sports have good stamina.

Miss Zhao thoroughly enjoyed the process of my penis going in and out. The pace varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I
enjoyed it . She wouldn't let me touch her nipples, giving me a couple of kisses before pulling me away. She said she wanted to have some fun and didn't want to
climax so quickly. This showed how sensitive her nipples were.

This girl had the tightest vagina of all the women I'd ever slept with, even the two virgins I'd deflowered,
none of them were as tight as her. Not only tight, but also warm and very wet.

Normally, if I adjusted well, I could last 30-45 minutes, but with Miss Zhao, I never lasted more than
20 minutes. She was also very sensitive and climaxed easily, which satisfied me.

We dated for about two months, and our secret code for meeting up was always "Want to eat braised pork?" I called
her "Little Yellow Croaker," and she called me "Fatty Intestine."

Before Christmas that year, her crush confessed to her, and she broke up with me. A clean break.

About a year later, one day my wife and I went to eat braised pork, and Miss Zhao and her boyfriend were also in the restaurant. Ms. Zhao and I
only exchanged a glance. Nothing else happened.

You know, a woman's intuition is always right; when I got home, my wife interrogated me for ages.

[The End]

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