An unforgettable romantic encounter

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One summer day in 2010, I had a fight with my then-girlfriend, who is now my wife, at home. I went out to a bar with some friends and drank a lot. My mood improved slightly, and seeing it was past 1 a.m., I decided to go home.
When I arrived at my doorstep in a taxi, my mood suddenly changed. I didn't want to face my girlfriend right then, so I paid the fare and went for a stroll on the playground of a school not far from my house. At that time, the school wasn't a boarding school.
I lit a cigarette, and by its light, I vaguely saw a figure on the steps of the locked exit of the teaching building. Thinking it was another guy who couldn't sleep in the summer heat, I decided to go over and chat. When I got to the person, I realized it was a girl. Although I had drunk quite a bit, I could still distinguish between men and women.
As I approached, I saw that she was indeed sitting on the steps, her legs bent, her hands wrapped around them, and her head buried between her legs. Because she was wearing a skirt, she seemed a little cold; she had covered her legs with the skirt, and she was only wearing a tank top. Even though it was summer, it was still a bit cool late at night.
At the time, I wasn't really thinking much. I was a bit agitated and just wanted someone to talk to. Fueled by the alcohol, I casually sat down next to her. I smoked without saying a word. She seemed to sense my presence, looked up blankly at the stranger beside her, stretched her legs, and spoke her first words: "Brother, can I have a cigarette?"
Her voice was slightly hoarse. I turned around and observed her closely in the moonlight. Her curly hair was a small wave, a little messy. A young but tired face, her eyes faintly bright in the moonlight, though a little small. Her nose was average, and her mouth was slightly protruding and upturned. Her body trembled slightly, probably from the cold.
I naturally took out a cigarette and gave her one, lighting it for her with my lighter. "Snap!" A spark ignited, and in the light, I could see her fair complexion. Her features were rather ordinary, but the blue tank top and white long skirt gave her a certain charm.
Judging from the way she smoked, she was a seasoned smoker. I chuckled, "Why aren't you home sleeping so late? What's up sitting on this run-down playground?" She took a deep drag of her cigarette but didn't answer, which annoyed me slightly.
I leaned back, resting my head against the door behind me, and took a deep breath to ease my dizziness. She turned her head without looking at me and said, "And you? What are you doing here so late at night instead of going home?"
I replied with my eyes half-closed, "I live nearby. I had some things to do and thought I'd take a walk to clear my head. I drank with friends tonight, and I'm probably a little excited; I can't sleep." After hearing my explanation, she chuckled and said, "Even though it's summer, it's quite chilly late at night. I might have caught a cold; I feel a bit cold."
I wasn't very familiar with her, and her health was none of my concern. I just mechanically asked, "How old are you? Are you working or studying? Don't your family care about you?" She just smiled faintly, "I'm not from around here. My family is from Zhuanghe. I work at a chopstick factory in Taoyuan. As for how old I am, how old do I look to you?"
I chuckled, not pressing further, and shrugged, saying, "It doesn't matter how old you are. We're not friends. I should go home after this. Don't you have dorms at your workplace? Go home early." After saying that, I really wanted to stand up and go home to sleep, but for some inexplicable reason, I stumbled and instinctively leaned against her, my hand landing on her thigh.
Her reaction wasn't strong; she just said something that almost made me choke: "Brother, you're not going to take advantage of me with just a cigarette, are you? You're not faking it, are you?" I quickly straightened up, feeling quite annoyed. Being mocked by a country girl made me feel humiliated, and coupled with my already irritable state, I retorted rudely, "Look at you, you slut! You think you can take advantage of me? Damn, you're really sick in the head. You think you're so great?"
After saying that, I turned and walked away without looking back, feeling incredibly frustrated. Women are just so unreasonable, so unfair. When I was about ten meters away, she called out to me, "Brother, could you leave me a couple of cigarettes before you go? You've already touched me, you wouldn't be so inconsiderate, would you?"
I immediately flew into a rage, turned around, and threw the remaining cigarettes and lighter at her, saying angrily, "You act like you're being cheated out of cigarettes! If I were your friend, I would have slapped you twice to death. No wonder you have nowhere to go so late; you deserve to have so few friends."
I never imagined that after saying those words, things would turn out so strangely between us, who should have been like parallel lines. I saw her pause for a few seconds after I finished speaking, then suddenly stand up and practically pounce on me.
One hand wrapped around my waist, the other grabbed my head, spreading her fingers and running them through my hair from behind, pulling me forcefully towards her. Then our lips met. She still wasn't satisfied, sticking her tongue into my mouth and frantically swirling it around, emitting soft moans and whimpers. I was completely stunned.
My hands were practically flat on my trouser seams, fingers spread, a bit dumbfounded by the situation. It wasn't that I was pretending to be innocent; it was just too sudden, and I couldn't react in time. My brain seemed to have completely shut down due to the alcohol, leaving me only able to let her French kiss me as she pleased.
Finally, I came to my senses, frantically trying to push her face away with one hand, while my other hand instinctively reached for her chest. When my hand touched her face, I felt a dampness. Was she crying? It was a strange sight; one hand was on her cheek, while the other was on her chest. I had to admire myself for saying something that seemed to have no thought: "I didn't sexually harass you. You kissed me yourself. Why are you crying like that?"
She laughed through her tears at my pointless remark, lightly punching my chest with her small hand, saying, "What's wrong? Are you trying to take advantage of me? I don't have bad breath." Seeing her mood darken slightly after she finished speaking, she continued, "Actually, I had a fight with my roommates tonight. There are a lot of girls in my factory, and when there are many girls together, they tend to cause trouble. My roommates are always ostracizing me. Tonight I got angry and argued with them, so I don't want to go home. That's why I'm sitting here. What about you? Why aren't you going home?"
Perhaps our earlier actions had brought us closer. I reluctantly explained the reason, and she didn't say anything after I finished speaking. She simply leaned closer to me, and my hand naturally pressed against one of her breasts, moving from her face to her back to pull her into my embrace.
Her head rested on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my back, holding me gently. I smelled the faint fragrance of her hair, and my hand roamed restlessly up and down her back. Mustering my courage, I began to slowly knead her breasts with my other hand. My erection only showed a slight reaction, not quite reaching full strength. Perhaps the alcohol had dulled my senses; without significant stimulation, it wouldn't become hard as iron.
We didn't speak again, like actors in a play, performing instinctive actions according to the director's script. First, we kissed and caressed each other. After a few minutes, I clearly got into character faster, lifting her clothes and pushing up her bra, revealing her breasts to me.
My lips left hers, and I slowly kissed my way down her neck, all the way to her breasts. I took one of her breasts into my mouth and began to suckle hard, my tongue playfully swirling around her nipple.
One hand gripped her buttocks and squeezed them forcefully, while the other hand rubbed her breasts back and forth. She could only lean back slightly, letting out muffled moans, her hands gripping my head as I groped her breasts, rubbing it back and forth.
Passion, yes, the passion of lovers in the throes of new love. We savored the pleasure each other brought us, and at that moment, words were superfluous. I unhooked the bra that was in the way, intending to irresponsibly toss it away, but she snatched it back, biting it into her mouth. She gave me a huffy look, and her little hand began to attack my penis. My penis, still
covered by my pants, quickly became unsatisfied. I freed my hand and unzipped the zipper, letting my penis show itself. Then I lifted her skirt and tied it in a knot at her waist. Her white panties were plain and unadorned, rather old-fashioned, but this excited me greatly. My large hand finally touched her vulva from the side of her panties. It was so tender and smooth, with a little bit of vaginal fluid wetting my fingers.
I tilted my head back and nibbled on one of her earlobes, my fingers rubbing and kneading her clitoris and labia. I breathed comfortably into her ear, and whether it was pleasure or ticklishness, her legs clamped around my hand, resulting in my index finger easily slipping into her already wet vagina.
She finally let out her first moan of the night, her body completely limp against mine, her small hands constantly and rapidly stroking my penis, while her other hand began unbuckling my belt. My index finger moved in and out of her vagina, and when I felt it was about time, I inserted my middle finger, using the "two-finger Zen" technique of the sex fiend world, and began kissing her lips. In this way, her mouth, breasts, and vulva were attacked from multiple angles, until she was finally panting, her lower body overflowing with moisture.
I knew she wasn't a virgin, and I was actually quite happy about it; it would have been so disappointing if she were a virgin at this moment. With my "help," she took off her pants, which I then stuffed into my pocket. I picked her up and carried her to the grove of trees at the edge of the playground. She let go of me then, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately.
Once in the grove, I didn't care about the mosquitoes. I found a suitable tree, one that grew in an "S" shape from bottom to top, clearly well-developed by many men. I had her lean against the trunk, lifted one of her legs, rubbed it against her opening, and then thrust in. We both took a deep breath, and then I began to slowly thrust in and out.
I held her leg with one hand, while the other hand caressed her breasts, my lower body moving rhythmically. The point of contact made a "gurgling" sound, and my testicles made a soft "slapping" sound with each thrust against her perineum and anus, which fascinated me. As my emotions intensified, my movements became faster and faster. She cooperated by raising one leg, allowing me to focus all my energy on "bombarding" her cunt.
After about 20 minutes of fucking, we were both a bit tired, so I suggested switching to a doggy style. She didn't object, turning around, gripping the tree trunk with both hands, bending over, sticking her buttocks up, and spreading her legs wide to fully expose her genitals to me. She even playfully stuck out her little tongue at me, then swayed her big buttocks and whistled playfully.
Provocation! It was a blatant provocation, so I didn't waste any words with her. I grabbed her waist, spat on my hand, stroked my penis, and thrust it into her wet hole. My hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her towards me, and my lower body moved in tandem, ensuring I hit her deepest point every time. Then I pulled out and thrust in again, repeating this endlessly. Anything in the world becomes boring if repeated too much, but this is something that keeps people exploring and enjoying themselves.
"Slap slap slap," her snow-white buttocks slapped against my lower abdomen, creating a monotonous yet incredibly pleasurable rhythm. I was excited too. What a coincidence! I was just relaxing and a woman made me happy. Her wanton moans were unique, not some obscene words, just simple sounds like "ah," "oh," and "uh." Accompanied by timely hissing and sucking sounds, I felt incredibly powerful and amazing. The satisfaction of seeing her almost overwhelmed by my ministrations was incredibly fulfilling, satisfying my vanity. I must say, she's quite savvy, knowing how to please a man in this way.
I vigorously grabbed and shook her breasts, while putting all my strength into thrusting into her vagina, unconsciously letting out soft moans. I was having so much fun! I patted her buttocks, signaling her to move back and forth to meet my rhythm, while I rested my hands on my waist to catch my breath and gather my strength before ejaculating.
She seemed to enjoy herself immensely, even without my help, swaying her hips back and forth to manipulate my penis. She seemed to really like this, occasionally turning her head to try and see our joined bodies, though this position prevented her from achieving her desire.
I rested while watching her wanton behavior, occasionally thrusting halfway up my body. After fucking her like this for about ten minutes, I felt her vagina begin to contract, her head tilted back forcefully, and she let out loud panting. My penis felt enveloped by a warm current, and each time I penetrated deep, the tip of my glans felt like it was being gently bitten, a strange, tingling sensation.
I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I took a deep breath, grabbed her big buttocks with both hands, and started thrusting at the fastest possible frequency. Sure enough, after only a dozen or so thrusts, waves of pleasure surged from my spine to my groin and then to the base of my penis. I couldn't control myself anymore, and streams of hot semen gushed out of her vagina, making me roar loudly with pleasure.
Unexpectedly, the pleasure it brought her was even greater. Suddenly, despite being penetrated, she sat up beside me, hooking one arm around my neck, turning her head to kiss my lips. Her tongue frantically shoved into my mouth, swirling back and forth, pulling my hand to press hard on her breasts. Only sobs, almost like weeping, could be heard from her nose, and her thighs trembled violently, as if she were about to collapse backward. I held her waist, placing my hand on her lower abdomen. I could feel the muscles in her abdomen twitching slightly with each breath; her orgasm was truly intense.
We held each other like that until our bodies gradually calmed down. I kissed her ear and stroked her, and then, out of the blue, she said, "My name is Xu Meijiao, I'm 21 years old. What about you?" I also gave her my name and age. It was quite absurd that we only learned each other's names after having a relationship that went beyond friendship.
During our conversation, I learned why she had come from Zhuanghe to Dalian to work, but I won't go into details here. We both felt the atmosphere was great, and our most primal passions ignited. She even suggested we do it again.
Because of the many mosquitoes in the woods, we hadn't paid attention during the passion, but now they were quite bothersome, leaving us with no emotional connection. I lit a cigarette and put it in her mouth. She took a deep drag and then passed it to me, letting me inhale her secondhand smoke. I exhaled a smoke ring, then suddenly grabbed her hand and headed out of the school.
Don't doubt it, folks, we walked out of the school almost naked. I thought of the hospital less than 50 meters from the school. I was naked, carrying my clothes, while she was disheveled, naked from the waist down, walking with me. It was almost 3 a.m., and there was practically no one on the road. Cars rarely passed through the school area. We walked into the hospital naked, emboldened by alcohol and thick-skinned, not caring at all. I don't know what she was thinking.
We went to the hospital's inpatient ward, which was quite a distance from the outpatient building. At two or three in the morning, there was hardly anyone moving around in the inpatient ward, so we entered smoothly, though we were still careful, afraid someone would see us. I found a room without any patients (I won't go into the details), and after we went in together and locked the door, we lay down on the single bed and cuddled together. We talked for a while, smoked a few cigarettes, and then started groping each other, our breathing becoming short and rapid.
Now that we had the means, I became more unrestrained. I rolled over on top of her, pinning her down, and my hands began to roam over her body. My lips met hers, and my hands, of course, weren't idle; they had already started kneading her breasts. Without any warning, one finger suddenly slipped into her vagina. Perhaps it was a bit rough, because she said, "Be gentle, you're hurting me. Your fingernails are so long."
Hearing her complaints, I slowed my pace slightly, gently rubbing her clitoris with my thumb while my fingers continued to move in and out of her vagina. My mouth held one nipple, gently biting it, and my tongue licked her areola, making her moan.
After a while, seeing her getting into it, I rolled over and spread her legs. There was a light in the room, so I could observe her vagina more closely. She seemed to know my intentions, only feigning resistance before obediently spreading her legs, turning her head away from me, and gently stroking her breasts with her own hands. She probably misunderstood that I was going to give her oral sex! Ugh~
I started observing her vagina. I have to say, although she was terrible and not very pretty, her assets were absolutely top-notch. How to describe her 21-year-old vagina? The hair around it wasn't very thick; only unevenly long hairs grew at the very top of the small mound. The labia majora were flawless, and the labia minora were a clean, white color, not darkened by the wear and tear of its owner's many experiences (I suspect).
Gently parting it with my fingers, an extremely cute little clitoris appeared, along with two delicate labia minora, glistening with a few drops of fluid. The vaginal opening was closed, indicating its internal structure was relatively tight. Near the urethra, there was even a tiny mole, adding to its charm. The entire structure was a pinkish-green, like a little bun nestled on the lower abdomen.
Releasing my fingers, the labia majora slightly closed, enveloping the clitoris and labia minora—truly a fair and rosy vulva. I gently inserted a finger and mischievously teased her from top to bottom, intentionally rubbing her clitoris with each thrust. I did this for a few minutes until she grew impatient, her moans echoing in my ears, seemingly reminding me that my finger couldn't conquer her. (Of course, I wasn't going to give her oral sex; we'd already had sex, the smell must be strong.)
Of course, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. Although anal sex wasn't an option, I at least had to make her give me oral sex. Fueled by alcohol, I straddled her chest, holding my penis up, and made her give me oral sex. Under my relentless nagging, she finally gave in. I closed my eyes, waiting to enjoy it.
She grabbed my penis with one hand and slowly put it into her mouth. Seeing her open mouth and slightly hesitant look, I suddenly thrust forward, the entire head of my penis entering her wet mouth. Before she could react, I held her head still with both hands, making the head of my penis rotate back and forth inside her mouth.
She made "mmm" sounds, but was powerless to resist. She could only push against my thighs with both hands, as if afraid I would pierce her throat with my penis. I felt her mouth slowly relax, and she stopped resisting my penis, so I started thrusting. I thrust for a few minutes before pulling my penis out of her mouth to give her a chance to catch her breath.
As soon as I pulled out, I saw her dry heaving, her face turning red, and her eyes filling with tears, as if she was about to cry. After about ten seconds, she looked at me and said, "What's that weird smell coming from you? It's sour and salty, and your pubic hair smells like filth. It's disgusting! Get away from me!"
I was a little embarrassed, but didn't think much of it. With some coaxing, she agreed to continue giving me oral sex. Her oral skills were quite good, and her tongue was very skillful. Her lips would occasionally suck hard on my glans, making a sizzling sound. Her little tongue would sometimes slip into my urethra, gently stirring before continuing to lick my groin, circling and licking my glans. Later, I lit a cigarette, and only let her serve me for the duration of that cigarette before letting her go.
I stroked my penis, letting her swallow the fluid secreted from my urethra, then turned her around, spreading her legs, aiming my glans at her vagina, and thrusting in smoothly. She seemed to have finally obtained her treasure, clamping her legs around my waist and pulling me close. I thrust vigorously, giving this slut beneath me the greatest satisfaction.
Anyone who drinks knows that sometimes after drinking, it takes a long time to ejaculate, and some people can't even ejaculate at all. I was clearly in the former situation that day. In the following hour or so, I gave her three orgasms. Her legs were too weak to close. I suspected she would be able to jerk off the next day. I checked the time and it was getting cold, so I lay on top of her and tried my best to ejaculate as soon as possible.
The frequency and force of my thrusts were definitely the fastest and most intense I had ever experienced. I saw her biting her lower lip, her head shaking back and forth, moaning. It felt incredibly good. Finally, her body tensed up and arched back again, and she murmured something indistinctly. As waves of heat washed over my penis from her vagina, I also thrust my penis in and out wildly a few times. Then I pulled out my penis and masturbated in front of her. Streams of white semen sprayed onto her face and breasts (I did it on purpose), and even the first stream of semen flowed into her eyes.
Amidst her laughter and scolding, I rubbed my penis against her face, then got off her and lay down on the bed, breathing heavily. I was indeed very tired. She actually used the sheets to wipe the semen off her face and body. I laughed and called her a bastard. We jokingly got dressed and prepared to slip away. The nurses in the ward started their rounds around 5 a.m. to give injections and distribute medications, and we didn't want to be seen.
I took her to the nearest hotel and booked a room. After showering, we cuddled and slept for a whole day. I didn't even answer my girlfriend's calls. When I woke up, I had sex with her twice more. This time, if conditions allowed, I also anally penetrated her. However, the price afterward was that her anus and stomach hurt for several hours. She insisted that I stay in the room with her and wouldn't let me go home. I don't know if she was faking it.
We said goodbye again that night. I exchanged phone numbers. She didn't have a cell phone at the time, and I couldn't reach her. She was the one who called me and we booked a hotel room together. It wasn't until she quit her job and returned to Zhuanghe that our relationship gradually faded.

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