[My Sexual Encounters with My Flight Attendant Girlfriend] (Hibari)

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My sexual encounter with my flight attendant girlfriend
: 1.
The first time I met her was in the summer of 2006. It was my first time flying to Xiamen. I was there to discuss
becoming an agent for a local electronics brand. This brand was a very famous brand in Xiamen, and
it was one of the earlier established brands in its field. However, in recent years, it had not been good at planning and promotion,
resulting in its sales of similar products not being as good as those of emerging brands in Guangdong, Fujian, and Zhejiang provinces.
Before I went to Xiamen, I negotiated with their company for a long time. Due to my influence in the local area and the good sales
volume of similar products, they still managed to get me to make concessions and give me a better distribution price.
Tired from a long day at work, I boarded a flight to the south. Since I dislike queuing,
I stood aside while the shuttle bus dropped passengers off at the plane, letting the throngs of people board first. I'm used to being
the last to board. As I lazily walked to the cabin door, carrying my bag, the flight attendant gave me a
professional smile. I returned the smile and turned to enter the cabin. Most passengers were already comfortably
seated, reading newspapers. The purser was the one who greeted me at the door. She didn't lead the way;
I walked in with my boarding pass and bag. A quiet, melancholic-looking girl in the cabin gave me
the same smile, glanced at my boarding pass, and led me to my seat. I noticed
a middle-aged man was sitting in my window seat. Just as I was about to ask him to move, the flight attendant next to me spoke up: "Sir,
could you please help me put my luggage up in the overhead compartment?" I quickly lifted my luggage onto the overhead bin myself. " Of course I don't
need you to move it for me, it's just that my seat is taken." The flight attendant turned to the man inside and said, "Excuse me
, sir, your seat is outside, could you please move it?" But the man inside ignored her, and
after the flight attendant reminded him again, he actually refused to move back, citing airsickness as the reason. Seriously, do you think this is a rural
bus? Airlines are so competitive these days, and ticket discounts are huge. Passenger behavior is also declining
. Thinking about how dark it would be outside the cabin at night and I wouldn't be able to see much scenery, I said to the flight attendant who was in a dilemma, "
Forget it, let him sit there, I'll take this aisle seat." The flight attendant smiled at me regretfully
and said, "Thank you for your support. If there are any seats available in the cabin ahead, I'll help you change."
I said no thanks. This was my first conversation with Yun'er. (Please excuse me for using her online name here. The airline
is small, and I don't want to cause her any inconvenience by checking her flight information.)
I noticed that she rarely smiled, only
offering a sweet smile when speaking to or serving passengers. Her smile was very approachable and comforting, but
her expression when not smiling was equally endearing. The advantage of sitting in the aisle was that I could see the busy staff.
Every time she passed me, if our eyes met, she would give me a knowing smile. Although
it was just a slight smile, it was enough to satisfy me, because I hadn't seen her show such consideration to other passengers
. I think that given my handsome appearance, refined manners, and the generous gesture of giving up my seat earlier,
the impression I left on her must not have been bad.
I have a habit of sleeping as soon as I board a plane. Although it was summer,
the air conditioning in the plane was still quite cool. After the plane accelerated and began to balance, I quietly
fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a blanket covering me. I sat up, knowing
she must have covered me with this blanket; a warm feeling filled my heart. Xiamen Airlines' service was indeed much more humane than China Eastern's. As
the plane approached the brightly lit city of Xiamen and began its slow descent, I knew we were nearing our destination
. This short flight had led me to her—a girl who would later change the course of my life.
The fundamental principle upon which this world stands is the non-existence of return. Because in this world, all
irrationality is ridiculously permitted from the moment it appears.
Although she left a beautiful impression on me, so much so that during my two days in Xiamen,
her gentle smile and graceful figure in her purple uniform remained vivid in my mind,
when she stood at the cabin door to see us off as I disembarked, I didn't abruptly ask her for a kiss. I believe in
fate; I hoped to meet her by chance, sometimes a chance encounter
is more charming than a sincere promise.
After that, I went to Xiamen a few more times to handle product-related matters, but I never
saw her on the plane again. There are so many flights; although I remembered her name from her name tag, Xiamen Airlines is
so large, I couldn't possibly inquire about her on every flight. Although I had the urge to.
The image of this flight attendant named Yun'er was etched in my mind.
The second time I saw her was in early November when I went to Xiamen to attend a distributor's order meeting for the following year. When I stepped
into the cabin, I saw Yun'er, whom I had once longed for. She still had that melancholic air
, her quiet expression carrying a hint of indifference and arrogance—an aura that made one feel both drawn to her and hesitant to approach.
I stared at her, and when our eyes met, we nodded to each other.
My sudden appearance surprised her a little; when she saw me, I could feel her eyes
light up. We smiled at each other simultaneously, and she took my boarding pass, pointing to my seat. Today
I was in first class. And she was there serving us, so I could watch her bustling about in front of me the whole time
.
I love the spaciousness of first class; I habitually crossed my legs and leaned back in my chair, just like in an office,
reading the newspaper while watching her serve the guests. She seemed to sense my gaze
and looked slightly uncomfortable; whenever she turned away, I pretended to look away.
The guest next to me was a Taiwanese businessman. Although I didn't know what kind of investments he made in our city, I
could tell he was someone important. Besides his designer clothes, his eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at us.
Damn it, if it weren't for the billions of dollars in trade surplus we mainland compatriots gave you every year, would you be so arrogant?
I also gave him a disdainful look. After reading the newspaper for a while, I continued to rest. The bald Taiwanese
man next to me kept complaining in his affected Taiwanese-accented Mandarin as the plane was being towed onto the runway. I
couldn't understand most of it, but I understood some of it. He was saying that the plane was delayed, affecting his business. While I was
resting with my eyes closed, I kept hearing him complaining to the flight attendants around him, like a wronged wife,
criticizing everyone he met, saying that the airline was not professional, the service was not up to standard, and there was so much he needed to learn, etc.
After the meal, the bald man started causing trouble again. He asked Yun'er, who was standing by the cabin door, for some plain water. After Yun'er brought
the water, he asked what kind of water it was. Yun'er said it was mineral water, and then the bald man shoved the water into her hand,
splashing half a cup of water all over Yun'er.
"I told you I wanted boiled water, and you tried to fool me with bottled water."
Then came another round of complaints, saying that bottled water in mainland China is produced with polluted water, doesn't meet drinking
standards, has excessive bacteria, and will cause diarrhea. Yun'er apologized while retreating back to the control room with a wronged look on her face
. The bald man continued to berate her, his attitude rude and unforgiving. His arrogant and unforgiving attitude finally
angered me, who was resting with my eyes closed.
"Damn it, how is our bottled water substandard? Our environment is polluted, aren't you responsible?
How many garbage products do you produce here every year?"
Seeing that I was serious with him, he immediately fell silent. He mumbled in Hokkien that I couldn't understand. Perhaps
intimidated by my tall and burly appearance in a black suit, he didn't cause any more trouble for the rest of the journey. However, when I saw
the damp watermark on Yun'er's purple belly, my anger flared up again. If we weren't on the plane, if we were
in a hotel, with my manly temper, I would have made him apologize long ago. The control room was very close to the first-class cabin, so I'm
sure Yun'er heard my angry outburst at the bald man. Although her eyes were slightly red when she came out,
I could tell from her gaze that she was incredibly grateful.
Before disembarking, I took the company annual meeting materials and invitations out of my briefcase's inner pocket, intending to place them in the outer
pocket to verify my identity with the company driver who was picking me up. I heard the bald man, standing at the cabin door,
say to the purser, "What's that flight attendant's name? She's the worst flight attendant I've ever seen; I'm going to complain about her." I
turned around and looked in the direction he was pointing; the person he was pointing to was none other than Yun'er, standing at the front of the cabin. The purser
apologized to her while asking him what had happened. The bald man angrily wrote down Yun'er's name and then
walked away with his head held high. Seeing this, I was speechless. Yun'er wasn't far from the cabin door; she had already heard
the Taiwanese passenger's complaint about the purser, and her aggrieved face was filled with helplessness. Without a word, I walked up to her
, took out my business card from my suit pocket, and handed it to her. "I'll testify for you. He's being unreasonable. If the airline
investigates, I'm willing to testify for you." Yun'er took my card and thanked me. I walked back to the cabin
door and said to the purser, "The flight delay caused him to take his anger out on you. I can testify that he
filed a false complaint against her. If you need anything, please give me a call, and I'm willing to testify for you." The purser
thanked me very gratefully for my support. As
I stepped off the plane, I suddenly felt very happy, despite my earlier indignation. I thanked this Taiwanese
brother in my heart. Without your unreasonable behavior, how could I have taken this opportunity to show off? Perhaps other mainland compatriots wouldn't dare
to criticize your actions, but you just happened to run into me. I'm the kind of person who likes to meddle. I think tonight
the incident happened to Yun'er, but if it had happened to another flight attendant, I probably wouldn't have ignored it either. We
Hefei men have this kind of personality, what's it called again? "Rogue," that's right! This word perfectly describes Hefei men
. They have a kind of carefree attitude, a fearless spirit, and a strong sense of brotherhood.
3.
About two weeks after returning to Hefei, one afternoon, November 23, 2006,
Thanksgiving, I received a text message: "I often feel like a lucky person. No matter when or where,
there are always people who help and care for me. I repeatedly experience and confirm that everyone's love and tolerance make up
every aspect of my life. Thank you sincerely!"
Looking at the phone number, I felt it was from out of town, so I replied: "Thank you for your blessing
, and I also wish you a happy Thanksgiving. May I ask who you are?" Because I have many business partners, I was worried that
a momentary oversight might make clients feel that I didn't value them. I would carefully reply to every text message, as long as it wasn't promoting
VAT invoices, prize winning information, or psychedelic drugs. But then there was no more
message. I assumed it was a mistake and didn't reply. Just then, a customer came in to buy some goods, so I
casually put my phone on my desk and went out to help the shop assistants introduce the products to the customer
. Almost an hour passed after I saw the customer off. When I returned to my office, I saw three
missed messages on my phone.
"You don't need to know who I am. You're a good person and deserve gratitude today."
"My problem from last time has been resolved. The customer didn't complain, and the flight attendant didn't criticize me. Thank
you again!"
"Sorry to bother you. I sincerely wish you success at work and good health."
When I saw the second message, I already guessed who it was. It was from Yun'er, the one who had previously annoyed me
. Because I hadn't replied, she must have thought I was too lazy to deal with her.
I picked up my phone and replied, "Actually, I know who you are. You're the beautiful lark flying in the sky!"
"You even know my online name?" She replied quickly. But I really just stumbled upon this by sheer
luck. Although her name doesn't contain a single cloud or sparrow, I don't know why I thought of using the
word "lark" to describe her. Ironically, "lark" is her online name.
"Of course, I could guess you weren't flying today." Men always like to play a little trick, especially
in front of women they like; they have an even stronger instinct to deliberately show off their cleverness. Flight attendants aren't allowed to use
their phones in the air, so the fact that she can text me means she's definitely not flying.
"You took so long to reply, do you know a lot of flight attendants?" Her text message was...
This caught me a bit off guard. Perhaps I was too confident, which made her doubt my ability to use "Lark" to cover for everyone.
"I know a lot of people, but they don't know me. The only one with my phone number and who knows my name is
you." Actually, that was the truth. Although I always have the urge to hand my business card to pretty flight attendants when I fly
, I've only actually done it once, even though I did it with an indignant expression.
There was no reply to my message, so I called the number. The first time, no answer.
The second time, it rang three times before being answered. I said "Hello," but there was no response
.
"Lark, Lark, it's Turkey. Happy Thanksgiving! Please reply!" Although I didn't know why she was
n't answering, I deliberately used my humor. I believe a man's humor is
the most powerful weapon to dispel a woman's distrust. Finally, a clear laugh came from the other end of the line. She couldn't hold back any longer.
"Turkey, turkey, are you on the plate or in the oven?" I suddenly realized this girl wasn't
as aloof as I'd imagined. I even suspected that the giggling laughter really came from that haughty, aloof flight attendant.
After teasing her for a while, I suddenly felt an urge to ask her out.
"Let's go out for a turkey dinner tonight, give me a chance to show my gratitude." Not being able to see her on the phone
made my attitude even more ambiguous. Having done business for so many years, I felt I was quite persistent; usually,
when clients were undecided, I'd win them over through various methods.
"I'm not in Hefei, I'm in Xiamen. Why don't you fly to Xiamen and invite me?" she replied on the other end of the line.
I didn't know if she was genuinely not in Hefei or simply didn't want to keep the appointment. Perhaps we weren't very familiar with each other, and my
request was too abrupt. To ease the awkwardness, I agreed to invite her another time, dropping the request for this time
. After hanging up, I was in a state of extreme excitement until I went to sleep that night. I hadn't expected her to call me back when I gave her my business card
. Perhaps it was because I gave her a sense of trust and reliability on the plane.
I want to advise all my fellow men: if you feel you're not attractive enough to women, then you must be a
generous, tolerant, humorous, and confident man. Most women won't reject you then. If
you're also handsome and have some money, that's a bombshell. Unfortunately, I possess all of these physical
characteristics, so Yun'er was doomed!
4.
Time passed day by day. Yun'er and I chatted via text message, and we became more and more familiar with each
other. I learned a lot about her and gained a deeper understanding of her job.
The beautiful profession of flight attendant, with its glamorous exterior, wasn't as mysterious as I had imagined. I learned more about their
hard work and fatigue. What surprised me most was their unimaginably low wages during their internships.
December arrived, and Christmas, the traditional Western holiday, was fast approaching. Strangely enough, even on this foreign
holiday, Chinese people also enjoy the festivities. The streets and alleys were filled with a festive atmosphere, infecting every
passerby on this winter day, including us.
Shops were adorned with white snowflakes and red Santa Claus dolls. At the shopkeeper's request, I
agreed to put up an expensive Christmas tree, decorated with lights and greeting cards.
"Hey, let's have dinner together on Christmas Eve. I've booked a restaurant," I
texted her a week in advance. Although I was still deciding between the Pearl River Delta and Novotel.
"I'm flying on the 24th and 25th, and I have the 23rd off. Can we celebrate a day earlier?" she replied.
Of course, no problem. How could I refuse her request? I was already more than
satisfied that this beautiful woman was willing to spend the holiday with me.
I spent the entire 23rd in anxious waiting and trepidation, unsure if she
would actually show up that night. Basically, I did nothing from the afternoon onwards. I went to a nearby bathhouse, took a
shower, rested all afternoon, shaved, went to the gym for a while, and then closed my eyes to relax.
The masseuses kept urging me to go to a private room and do services with them, but I refused every time. They all left with incomprehensible
expressions. You know, I'm a regular here. Today, I even refused number 37, whom I usually admire the most
. Little did they know, my heart was already occupied by someone else. People's tastes always gradually improve and then begin to
rise in level. In my eyes, these massage girls are just tools for people to vent their desires, with no class whatsoever
.
It was a winter evening, only five o'clock, and it was already getting dark. I called her, and she said she was at the airport hotel
. We agreed to meet at the airport entrance in half an hour. I quickly changed and went out. As I left the bathhouse,
I glanced at the large mirror at the corner of the stairs and saw that after an afternoon of moisturizing, my skin was fair and smooth. Paired with the
new Romon suit I'd bought in Shanghai, I looked like a handsome man – I even doubted my own appearance. Born into a business family
, after graduating from university, I didn't toil away for a job like my classmates. At 24, I
started my own business with a sum of money from my father. With my family's guidance, I owned my own appliance
company before I was 30, holding the agency rights for several appliance brands in Anhui province. While it didn't bring in a fortune, it was enough to
cover my daily expenses. I've had a few relationships and girlfriends, but all ended in heartbreak.
Some were after my money, others were even more extravagant than me. My mother's attitude was clear: finding
someone who could manage the household and finances was most important. But I'm attracted to women who are beautiful and honest, and I look down on ordinary, honest women
. Think about it, how many pretty city girls these days know how to manage money?
I imagined seeing her soon; it had been almost fifty days since we last met. I wondered
what I looked like in her eyes. In my memory, she was still wearing a light purple uniform with a
colorful striped scarf tied around her neck. I drove at 60 km/h. Hefei's traffic is terrible; there's a lot of construction going on lately,
roads are under construction everywhere, and you can't drive fast even on the Second Ring Road. I waited anxiously at the intersection,
weaving through the endless stream of cars, and finally arrived at Luogang Airport. Our agreed meeting time was 5:30.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and I hadn't told her I was driving to pick her up. She probably assumed I'd taken a taxi. From a distance, I
saw a girl in a white coat and a ponytail standing anxiously by the roadside, constantly glancing
at her watch. If she had walked past me after changing into her uniform, I wouldn't have recognized her;
the difference was too great. Now she was clearly a pretty, stylish girl next door, dressed neatly and cleanly,
a sight to behold. I drove past her, then turned around in the middle of the road and
pulled up beside her.
She didn't expect it to be me, and stared at my car. Because the windows were tinted, she couldn't see inside
, but under the streetlights, her face looked even more radiant, making my heart flutter. I rolled down the electric window and called out,
"Get in, Yun'er." Hearing me call her name, she frowned and bent down to look inside. Since
we'd only met twice, I wasn't sure if she remembered me clearly. Luckily, I was always wearing a suit. It must have left a deep impression on her
. She glanced at me once and immediately recognized me, then opened the car door and got in.
As I shifted gears and started the car, I looked at her again;
she was captivating from every angle, whether front or side. If there was any difference between her on the plane and on the ground, it was that she
felt more real, more approachable, and more relaxed.
"Good evening, you're late!" she said softly, clutching her handbag.
"Sorry, there was a lot of traffic," I apologized, explaining gently as I had to to other passengers on the plane
. We didn't speak again the rest of the way. I didn't know where to begin; perhaps we had already 　　exhausted
all our words in text messages. She remained silent, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. I could smell her 　　pleasant fragrance, and from her attire, I could tell she had put thought into it. 　　From her light makeup to her clothing, everything about her was aesthetically pleasing. 　　5. 　　At the Pearl International Hotel, we got to know each other and talked intimately under the flickering candlelight of dinner. She 　　wasn't interested in any of the other elaborate dishes, except for desserts. After eating a little kiwi tart and strawberry cheesecake 　　, she sipped her coffee while gently tracing the glass tabletop with her beautiful nails. 　　A glance, an encounter, two cups of coffee—all the tenderness melted into emotion under the swaying lights. 　　The girl sitting across from me looked so pure and charming, as if she didn't belong to this noisy world. Even 　　the foreigners passing by couldn't help but stare at her a few more times and then give her a thumbs up, praising, "Nice, pretty!" 　　After dinner, we didn't stay long. She got up to go home; her flight was the next morning, and she needed to rest early. 　　We drove back to the airport. I slowed the Camry to 30 km/h. Although the road conditions from the Economic Development Zone to the airport were good, 　　I didn't want her to leave me so soon. 　　When we arrived at the airport hotel, I watched her get out of the car with reluctance, then waved goodbye. Watching her 　　retreating figure disappear inside, I reclined my seat and lit a cigarette. Her scent still lingered in the car, and I suddenly 　　felt a pang of sadness. 　　She seemed so indifferent to everything. I couldn't see the answer in her eyes between us. It was our 　　first meeting, so of course I couldn't appear too eager, but my teasing still made her laugh. 　　I could sense she still liked me. I wondered if there would be an answer between us, and if so, 　　what it would be. 　　"Aren't you leaving yet?" Just as I lit my third cigarette, my phone received a text from her. 　　"I want to wait until you're asleep before I leave," I replied. 　　"Silly, how can I sleep if you don't leave?" 　　"I'm willing to be your fool!" After sending this ambiguous text, I suddenly thought of her bright, proud 　　eyes. Was it filled with disdain, or was she calling me a lovesick fool? 　　"Want to come in? My phone's almost dead." 　　After parking, I took the elevator to the hotel. Just as I reached the room, the door opened automatically, and 　　a small hand pulled me inside, closing the door behind me. 　　"Don't let my colleagues see; it's not good." The room was hot; she had already taken off her coat, wearing only 　　a pink sweater. Her curvaceous figure made me dizzy. She didn't let me in. We stood facing each other 　　at the bathroom door, her large eyes fixed on me, her long eyelashes fluttering twice. 　　"I don't want to leave. I don't know when I'll see you again after this." I spoke my true 　　feelings. 　　"Do you really like me?" 　　I hadn't expected her to ask me so directly, leaving me momentarily flustered. I nodded frantically. Actually, 　　she probably had feelings for me; from the moment I handed her my business card, I had already secured a place in her heart 　　. 　　"What do you like about me?" She tilted her head, smiling at me, waiting for my answer. 　　“I love your unique charm and everything about you.” I was dumbfounded, unsure how to reply 　　. I think I was truly infatuated at that moment. She smiled happily in front of me, and I mustered my courage 　　to hug her. 　　She struggled a couple of times in my arms before settling down, letting me hold her. I noticed my body trembling with nervousness 　　. I held her tightly, afraid she would fly away from my embrace. She was 　　the lark I could only dream of seeing every day, and now I was holding her tightly. My excitement and thrill were indescribable. Her hands 　　gently wrapped around my waist from behind. Seeing that she didn't reject my embrace, I kissed her ears and cheeks. Her 　　scent was so wonderful; I didn't know if "intoxicating" could describe it. 　　“Okay, stop fooling around, let go, let's go inside and sit down,” Yun'er whispered in my ear. 　　I released her and followed her into the room, a dormitory she shared with another flight attendant. The other one 　　wasn't there today. Besides cosmetics, her bedside table was surprisingly filled with books—authors of Annie Baby, Zhang 　　Xiaoxian, and Yu Hua. The bed was neatly made, and their photos sat on her desk. She looked like a fairy descended to earth.

The room was generally pleasing to the eye, and the various handicrafts she had collected from all over the country convinced me that she was truly a
woman of refinement and taste.
She sat quietly on the bed, watching me admire her room like a visitor. I sat down beside her again,
embraced her, and we lay down together. I kissed her passionately, and this time she didn't resist, responding
to me. We held each other tightly, and as I kissed her, I caressed her body. Her skin
was as smooth as jade. When I tried to put my hand inside her bra, she refused, removing my hand and
only allowing me to touch her through her sweater. Her body wasn't voluptuous, but I estimated her breasts were at least a B cup.
I could easily grasp them through her sweater. I gently kneaded them while kissing her wildly. When I tried to put
my hand down below her waist again, she refused, pushing me away forcefully. I knew I had already exceeded my expectations for the night
and couldn't let her take advantage. I propped myself up, and we gazed at each other.
“Be my girlfriend, I need you.”
I formally proposed to her.
“Will you truly love me?” Her eyes were fixed on me, as if trying to see into my heart.
“I swear I will truly love you, love you for a lifetime.”
A man can do anything for a woman he doesn’t have.
She didn’t speak again, a faint smile on her face as she looked at me.
“You’re handsome and so rich, I’m afraid you won’t take responsibility for your actions.”
“None of that matters, what matters is that I like you.”
“When did you
start liking me?” “From July 9th, the first time I flew on your plane.” I still remembered
the day I first flew to Xiamen for negotiations. When I said that date, I noticed her eyes seemed to brighten suddenly;
I could tell she was very happy. Women always care about how much a man values them; anniversaries
mean more to women than men. Seeing how clearly I could say that date, she completely believed me.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“I don’t, but I believe in fate.”
She chose silence again, then smiled at me. I loved the two dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled.
"Do you hate me?" I suddenly asked such a stupid question, even though I believed she liked me
.
"No, you're special. I like your outgoing personality, but you're very considerate and attentive to women."
As she said this, I suddenly realized that she had been secretly
observing me all evening, from the moment we met until now. Luckily, I had been behaving well.
"You have to promise me that you won't come to my dorm when I'm not looking for you. I'm only allowed to ask you out."
"So, do you agree to be my girlfriend?" I asked another idiotic question. She smiled happily and
shook her head at me. "I need to think about it some more."
Before she could finish, I pressed her head down and kissed her. The kiss lasted for a good ten minutes, until I felt a little
suffocated.
6.
The next time we met was another two weeks later. This time, as soon as she got off the plane and returned to her hotel, I picked her up and took her to
my villa on Tongling Road. In those two weeks, the frequency of our text messages had increased significantly compared to the previous fifty
. The candlelight dinner before Christmas became a turning point in our love story. Although she was exhausted from her flight and wanted to rest
, she was still very happy to see me. I think I had completely won her heart. Sitting in my car,
she seemed very excited, chatting with me about the interesting things that happened on the plane these past few days.
After arriving home, we sat in the living room for a while, and then I suggested going upstairs. There was
a maid in the living room; she's a distant relative of mine, and I felt uncomfortable being affectionate with a girl in front of her. Yun'er was very considerate and
went straight to the bedroom with me. Once inside, I picked her up and spun her around twice.
She let out a happy yet nervous cry and held me tightly. I tossed her onto my bed and
pounced on her like a hungry tiger. We snuggled close on the bed, and I kissed her passionately. For so many days,
we'd often texted until late at night, completely disrupting my biological clock. She flew at night, and I
waited for her to land, then we'd text each other late into the night. Whenever she flew to a different city during the day, she
would text me to let me know she arrived safely.
In the midst of our passionate kiss, I had unknowingly removed her shirt and skirt. Despite
her slight resistance, I stripped her of her underwear as well. She curled up
on the bed like a shy lamb, her hair, which had been styled in a bun, now loose and obscuring her face. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could
hear her rapid breathing.
I quickly stripped off my own clothes, pounced on the bed, and we embraced tightly, caressing each other.
I lay on top of her, gently pinching her nipples while lightly kissing her neck. Her neck
was smooth and soft, and perhaps because she usually wore a silk scarf, it appeared even whiter and more delicate.
Yun'er couldn't resist my onslaught; she was already panting, her eyes glazed with desire,
the haughtiness and aloofness I had seen on the plane long gone. Now, she lay in my arms like a lamb to the slaughter,
giving up all resistance. Perhaps my mouth was more experienced, making her feel better, because she held my
head tightly in her arms. I sucked hard on her pink nipple, making a smacking sound. I
turned to the side and touched her genitals with my right hand. As soon as my hand slid down, she obediently opened
her legs slightly to cooperate with my hand. I ran my hand up her thighs, and her genitals were already a wet, slippery
expanse. I gently traced the cleft with my hand, then lightly rubbed her breasts above the entrance.
Looking at her expression, she was already in ecstasy, her eyes closed and unable to speak.
I parted her legs and bent down. Her genitals were just as alluring as her vulva. Her thin labia
were slightly parted, with a sticky fluid secreted at the entrance. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking it,
while simultaneously squeezing and kneading her breasts with both hands. I had been with many prostitutes outside, but I had never helped her.
I've only ever given oral sex to my ex-girlfriends. I found Yun'er's genitals smelled wonderful, without any
unpleasant odor, just a faint smell of urine. With my tongue, she was already in heaven. She was groaning,
completely exhausted.
I dragged her to the bedside. I stood there, my penis already rock hard. I gripped my throbbing
member and rubbed the head against her labia. A tingling sensation immediately spread throughout my body.
It had been a long time since my last girlfriend had left me; I
never dared to go without a condom when I hired prostitutes. I had
complete confidence in Yun'er. Flight attendants are carefully selected and
have regular checkups; she was sure there wouldn't be any problems. Just as I was about to penetrate her, Yun'er twisted her hips and dodged
me.
"You need to wear a condom, I'm scared," she said nervously, squeezing her legs together.
"Baby, I'm a bachelor, I don't have one." My mind raced. I told her I was single, and
if I had one, wouldn't she call me a playboy? Actually, I
had the latest Durex polka-dot style in the cigarette case at the very back of my bedside table.
After saying that, I tried to force myself on her. "No, I won't let you in." Yun'er's attitude was firm, which surprised me
.
"Then can I ejaculate outside?" I had no choice but to compromise.
After a combination of persuasion and coercion, she finally agreed to let me penetrate her without a condom. I spread her legs, gently
aimed my glans at her genitals, and with a gentle thrust, my glans went in. I didn't insert it all the way in, just
halfway in, slowly pumping in and out. This way, I wouldn't be too impatient, and it would be easier to control
the speed of ejaculation.
The pleasure from the friction of my penis going in and out was incredibly satisfying. Looking at the beautiful woman, she had already lost consciousness under the thrusting of my large penis
. She was panting heavily, her eyes tightly closed, experiencing the pleasure I was giving her.
Just as I was getting into the swing of things, the beautiful woman woke up from her pleasure and pushed my waist away.
"Brother, you can't ejaculate! I'm so worried, I don't want to get pregnant!"
"I'm enjoying myself, I don't want to ejaculate yet. Can you hold on a little longer? I promise I'll ejaculate outside."
After saying that, I pushed my big penis in a little further. My little brother was getting thicker and thicker, and my breathing was getting heavier and
heavier. I was only one step away from ejaculating.
Yun'er had seen all of this. Just when I was about to give up, she pushed me away again
.
I stood by the bed with my erect penis, and she had already sat up with her legs together. Seeing how uncomfortable I was,
she said she would help me with her mouth. I had no choice but to lie down and let her lie on top of me and give me oral sex. However, her oral sex skills
were really bad. She didn't know how at all and just stared blankly. I had her lie down again, and then, while touching
her genitals, I used my hand to masturbate my aggrieved little brother. Seeing this, she looked shy
and apologetic, and had no choice but to lie down and let me touch her. I vigorously stimulated her while rapidly
rubbing her with my hand, and soon I ejaculated on her stomach. This time, I had a long period of abstinence, and I ejaculated a lot; her
pubic hair and belly were covered with my thick semen.
I lay down, panting heavily. Yun'er covered me with the blanket and ran into the bathroom in the bedroom to
clean herself. This was our first sexual experience. Although it ended with my masturbation, it still
excited me. After all, she was now my girlfriend, and the feeling of having sex with prostitutes was different.
The fake moans of prostitutes only made me feel empty and bored.
It felt wonderful to lie together in each other's arms after making love. She gently kissed my face, stroked
my penis, and kept apologizing. She told me that
she had an orgasm when I gave her oral sex, and then another shortly after I penetrated her.
Eileen Chang said that the shortest path to a woman's heart is through the vagina. I tend to agree. At least Yun'er
is now completely conquered by me. She slept contentedly in my arms, soon emitting soft snores.
I knew she must have been exhausted from her flight, so I let her sleep on my shoulder without disturbing her. My only
slight regret was that Yun'er would have been perfect if she were a virgin.

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