My designer online friend

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At the beginning of the year, I started working in sales in the WZ region, going there every Monday and returning to HZ on Fridays. Working in this city teeming with wealthy people, the work was relatively easy. Since the clients were limited, my daily routine consisted of either meetings in client offices or chatting and joking with clients in coffee shops. Life was pleasant, but also quite boring. So I was constantly looking for women on QQ to spark something.

Actually, I met Jing online at the beginning of the year. At the time, I thought she was a fashionable and cheerful girl, a fashion designer. The fashion industry in WZ was quite developed then. When we first met, she had a boyfriend. Due to her profession, she was often online, and we always chatted sporadically. For about two or three months, we maintained a lukewarm, purely online relationship, occasionally joking around and engaging in some flirtatious banter. We chatted quite openly, but things still got a little too far.

One night, she kept trying to video chat with me, which I repeatedly refused. To be honest, I'm quite ordinary-looking, not the kind of handsome guy everyone likes, so I've always been resistant to video chats. She just said she wanted to see what I looked like, she didn't expect me to be such a handsome guy. Hehe, so we video chatted. In the video, she was tall, slender, and had a pretty face, a typical "wz" girl (a term for a girl who is considered attractive but not conventionally attractive). Her voice was soft and she spoke very logically. We chatted a lot that day and had a lot of fun. Suddenly, a handsome guy appeared on the screen, and I nervously closed the video.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's my boyfriend. He's always known about you," she replied casually.

"Oh..." I was speechless.

Ever since I found out she was a pretty girl, I started having more ideas. During our chats, I started bringing up more flirtatious topics, and as a result, she gave me the nickname "Refined Bandit." In April, I went to Yunnan and stayed for a week. That afternoon, I told her that I brought her a small gift from Yunnan and asked her out for dinner. This was our first meeting. She readily agreed, and the location was a seafood restaurant downstairs from my hotel.

At 6 PM, I waited for her at the restaurant. I still remember it clearly; she arrived in a tricycle. She wore a long purple trench coat over a sheer t-shirt with a sheer neckline, revealing a hint of cleavage and a black bra. She wore skinny jeans and short leather boots. She was about 167 cm tall, standing gracefully before me, slender yet sexy—so beautiful.

Once inside the restaurant, I offered to let her order. She was very considerate, only ordering some common seafood, repeatedly mentioning that it was her favorite. Hehe, very understanding. I opened a bottle of red wine, and our first dinner together began. She had a good capacity for alcohol, but since it was our first meeting, I didn't urge her to drink much (my experience in dating: on a first date, constantly urging a woman to drink can give the impression of ulterior motives; even if she wants to drink, gently remind her not to drink too much). Plus, I myself can't hold my liquor. So, I only drank a little, mainly chatting about all sorts of things—work, anecdotes, travel…

After dinner, I told her the gift was in the room and asked her to come upstairs with me. She didn't hesitate and came upstairs with me. Once in the room, I had her sit on the sofa and gave her a bottle of water. Then I took out the gift (a jade ring; I won't go into its value, but it wasn't expensive), sat down beside her, and took her hand, putting it on her finger. Her fingers were long, white, and beautiful.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“It's beautiful, I like it very much, thank you!” she said happily.

“Thank you? How?” I said mischievously.

She playfully scolded me, “You bumpkin,” then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms, and she leaned back into mine. At that moment, I didn't kiss her immediately; I simply held her slender, soft waist with my left arm and gently stroked the hair at the side of her face with my right. After a moment of silence, I said softly, "I've imagined our meeting countless times, guessed countless times how I should feel right now, but I never expected to be so calm."

"Why?" she asked, staring into my eyes.

"Because, until this moment, I realized that you were meant for me by heaven. You are mine, and it's only right that I have you." My tone was firm and steady.

"Bandit..." she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion.

I tightened my grip on her left arm, my right hand caressing her ear. I slowly leaned in and gently kissed her lips. Her soft, red lips, her delicate, fragrant breath—it was so comforting, so alluring. She began to respond, slowly growing more passionate, her breathing becoming heavier. As I kissed her, I began to remove her trench coat. My right hand slid from her cheek to her chest, and through her thin t-shirt, I began to knead her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, probably a B cup, but they were full and firm. She let out a soft hum, her body softening—an encouragement that spurred me on. I lifted her up, letting her straddle my lap. While kissing her, I slipped my hands under her t-shirt, my right hand reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, my left hand pushing it aside to caress her full, firm breasts. Wow, so smooth and firm to the touch, so wonderful. The room was very warm, and our body temperatures rose with it. I pulled off her t-shirt, and her bra too. Her smooth, white upper body was completely exposed before me. I couldn't wait to begin gently kissing her small, red nipples, lightly nibbling at them with my teeth.

"Oh, you little rascal..." she cried softly, her hands tightly embracing my head, as if trying to melt it into her chest.

We lingered on the sofa for a while, then I carried her to the bed. I slowly took off her ankle boots, unbuckled her belt, and pulled down her jeans. She was wearing a black thong underneath, the kind with ties at the waist, quite alluring; I loved that look. I quickly stripped myself naked and pounced on her…

Although I was already burning with desire, I still did plenty of foreplay. I started kissing her red lips, slowly moving down her neck, breasts, abdomen, and navel… leaving no spot untouched. When I untied her thong, it was already soaked, her bright red labia glistening with love juice…

“Bandit, come on…” Her call ignited my passion. I thrust in, and with a “plop,” it went in all the way. So tight, so slippery, so hot—that was my first impression

…

Afterwards, as we lay embracing, drenched in sweat, only our breaths remained.

"I broke up with him last week," she whispered to me. I didn't reply, because I didn't know what to say.

We lay in silence for ten minutes, then she suddenly said, "I really want it, let's do it again." She then bent down and took my penis into her mouth, beginning her vigorous oral sex. Happiness—I felt incredibly happy at that moment. We did it three times that night. The next morning, when we parted, she smiled and said, "I won't contact you first. If you miss me, come find me. You're the second man, and you'll be the last man besides my future husband." Hehe, the implication being that I would be a sexually happy man in Wuhan from now on.

We still keep in touch, but it's been a long time since we've had sex. She's no longer a designer; she owns a clothing store in the HN Leather City and is now a business owner.

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