[On the Road—A Lucky Encounter with White Steamed Buns] [Author: zhpal1]

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On the Road—A Lucky Encounter with White Steamed Buns

More and more people love to travel these days. But I've neglected my travels due to my busy schedule. However, I
often reminisce about the interesting things that happened on my travels in the past.

Today, I'd like to share one of my romantic encounters in Gannan in 2007.

In those days, three-quarters of the tourists in Gannan were foreign. Many local Tibetans spoke only so-so Mandarin, but they spoke
English , German, etc., fluently.

I like to travel alone. When I did my research beforehand, I knew that
the accommodations . Basically, they were the simplest donkey sheds.

I was quite afraid of that kind of hardship. Later, I learned that the first hotel in the area had just opened.
It was run by a temple!

After getting off the bus, I followed the map (back then, maps were all paper) and went straight to the hotel.

I was amused when I got to the front desk; behind it stood a female receptionist and two lamas.
You can imagine how amusing that scene was.

After checking in, my pleasant journey began. (I later learned that the hotel was in its soft opening phase, and there were only
two guests: me and a German female tourist. It was incredibly peaceful.)

First, I went to a famous local bar to try homemade yogurt and some butter tea. I also
chatted with other travelers and discussed the itinerary.

In the evening, I went to the bar again for some drinks (drinking alcohol is not allowed in the area). Yes, the temple would conduct random
checks . (It's probably not that strict now).

It was during this conversation that I met a girl from Chengdu. A typical plump Sichuan girl.
She majored in foreign languages and worked in a foreign trade company. She and three other people who met online came here together.

The girl was very enthusiastic, perhaps because she had a lot of contact with foreigners. Her style of doing things had a strong
Western flair; she was cheerful and lively!

After chatting, I learned that they had arrived a day earlier than me and were staying at a youth hostel recommended in a travel guide. They also came here
every night to have fun!

When I told her I was staying in a hotel, she seemed a little envious and puzzled, because at that time, people's awareness was still
very simple.

I listened to their itinerary and decided to go with them to see the source of the Bailong River the next day.

I've already rambled on too much, just to make things clear.

I've been writing this down from memory, sorry to take up everyone's time. I won't go into too
much detail about the trip. Anyway, we had a very enjoyable day of conversation and shared a lot of common ground.

It was already evening when we got back. Their dinner choices were different from mine, so we agreed to meet at a bar that night.

I went back to the hotel, took a hot shower, changed my clothes, and went to eat. Then I went to the bar

and found them already there.

I casually asked, "Didn't you go back to take a shower?"

She told me that the hotel has shower hours: 7:00 PM - 2:00 PM. It was 0:30, and it was a public
bathroom. It was basically just a small wooden cubicle. Hot water wasn't guaranteed. Very inconvenient. They
would avoid showering if possible, just fill up with a little hot water, go back to their rooms, and wipe themselves down.

When I heard this, I laughed and told her, "That's easy, just come to my place to shower. It won't
cost much."

After saying that, I regretted it a little, feeling like I'd been too abrupt. Unexpectedly, she readily
agreed to it!

I was excited too and said, "Let's go! It's too late, and the hotel's hot water might not be reliable."

So, without saying goodbye to anyone else, we went straight back to the hotel.

I... I was incredibly excited, thinking that things must be going well... My mind was racing with all sorts of ideas.

When we arrived at the hotel, she looked at the room and said enviously, "You're so luxurious. Staying in such a nice place all by yourself."

I felt quite ashamed, because back then, backpackers generally looked down on my behavior. But then she
looked at the bathroom and immediately said, "Great! There's even a big bath towel. Quick, turn around, I really wanted to jump into
the hot water right away."

I obediently turned around, listening to the rustling sounds of clothes being undressed behind me, and I felt an irresistible urge!

I'd been traveling for many days without clothes, and I just wanted to turn around and pounce on her...

Hearing the bathroom door close, I slowly turned around.

Looking at the clothes on the bed—bras, underwear... Haha, she really is a very open-minded girl.

Listening to the rushing water in the bathroom, I really wanted to open the door and peek, but I didn't.

She was probably enjoying her shower; fifteen minutes had passed, and there was no sign of it ending. In fact,
I could hear cheerful singing every now and then.

At this point, my excitement subsided somewhat.

Was the girl simply open-minded, or just trusting? If she just trusted me a lot, then if I… well, wouldn't I be
looked down upon? After all, we'd only known each other for a day, and I wasn't very confident. When you're out in the world, saving face is important!

The more I thought about it, the more uncertain I felt. So, I took out my notebook and started writing in my travel journal.

As I wrote, my mind finally calmed down completely. I was focused on recalling the day's events.

I don't know how much time had passed when the door opened and she came out of the bathroom. I glanced up at her; she
was wrapped in a large bath towel. To be honest, she looked incredibly sexy!

She was surprised to see me writing. "Oh, you're writing?" she said.

I smiled and replied, "I'm writing in my travel journal."

"What a wonderful habit!"

she praised, clearly excited about my habit. "

You flatter me!" I said politely, but at that moment, my gaze couldn't help but linger on
the snow-white skin of her chest peeking out from above the towel.

She noticed where my gaze was and said shyly, "What are you looking at? Focus on writing!"

My face flushed red, and I lowered my head, but I couldn't write anything more…

With me there, she couldn't untie her towel to change. She had no choice but to stay wrapped in the towel and simply walked over,
saying, "Can I see your footprints?"

Of course, no problem. I desperately wanted him to come and see.

I moved my chair aside, and she came over, one hand holding the towel to her chest, the other flipping through my
notes .

I didn't get up, but instead put my arm around her waist. I could feel her flinch slightly, but nothing
more …

I put one leg behind her and said, "Sit down and look."

She didn't refuse, sitting directly on my lap, intently looking through my past footprints.

Holding this fragrant, warm body through the towel, I felt a little intoxicated. "

You've been to so many places…" she seemed to be talking to herself.

I couldn't resist anymore and began to stroke her exposed arm.

The smooth, delicate skin characteristic of Sichuan women. When my lips lightly touched her skin, she straightened up,
raised her head, and closed her eyes.

At that moment, I knew everything was about to become a reality…

When I picked her up, placed her on the bed, and unfolded the towel I had been itching to tear off, besides her
snow-white, proud breasts, there was another huge surprise before my eyes.

Her pubic hair was thoroughly trimmed; although there were a few short stubbles, perhaps from a few days,
they were visually negligible.

Her breasts were high and rounded, like tiny white steamed buns. They felt soft
and thick to the touch. The feel was indescribably wonderful.

She kept her eyes closed, letting my hands and lips roam over her body. Only when I kissed her
lips did she respond with particular enthusiasm. She seemed to be a cheerful yet shy girl—my
favorite type.

Everything unfolded smoothly, and she gradually became more and more into the mood.

From relaxed enjoyment, she transformed into gentle initiative. Riding on me, the pace wasn't fast, but
every thrust was perfectly timed. The plump breasts hitting me intensified the pleasure.

And during her orgasm, especially when she suddenly sat down at the end, a gush of hot water would spray out.

My lower abdomen and inner thighs were soaked. She held on tightly, eyes closed, her body occasionally
convulsing violently. It felt so good!

When I was clearly losing control, she must have felt it clearly.

Instead of thrusting, she quickly withdrew, putting it directly into my mouth for the first time, while her hand continued to stroke me rapidly,
so I barely felt any pause before I ejaculated.

My whole body trembled as if electrocuted, and it took a long time to calm down. It was truly indescribable!

For the next two or three days, after a day of fun, we would also have a great time at night.

Afterwards, I took her back to the hotel. Although it wasn't far, there were no streetlights there at that time. Walking hand in hand under
the stars was a unique kind of comfort!

[The End]

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