Picking up female classmates

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I. Background Introduction
Last Friday, I went to the provincial capital on a business trip. After finishing, I took the opportunity to visit a close female classmate and her husband from university. She had just gotten married this year. Because of my frequent business trips, I hadn't been able to attend her wedding, so I took this opportunity to visit them. They treated me to dinner. My classmate and I were university alumni, although not in the same class. We had worked together when we were doing small business at school, and we got along very well. I did have some feelings for her back then, but now I think it wasn't love; deep down, it was more lust. Although she wasn't very tall, probably even 160cm, she had very regular features, a combination of a baby face and an oval face. Her breasts were also very perky, perhaps not a D cup, but very shapely. Her legs weren't long, even a little bowed, but her buttocks were very perky. Because of her height, her waist didn't look particularly slim, but I knew her waist was very sexy—because she had waist dimples. I discovered this after a wardrobe malfunction during a university event, but I won't go into details here.
II. The Friction of Stockings at the KTV
It was naturally a great joy to see an old classmate again. Her husband, a man from Northeast China, worked in the archives. After graduating with a master's degree in literature and history, he passed the civil service exam. He was slightly overweight, wore thick glasses, and had a somewhat nerdy look. However, he was a nice person. Because he worked in a relatively low-level government office and hadn't had much contact with the outside world, he kept urging me to drink while asking me to tell him about my experiences in the business world, seemingly quite envious of my miserable sales job. For three months, we had a great time with hot pot and rice wine, and after dinner, we went to a karaoke bar.
The young couple booked a small private room and ordered some fruit. We sang nostalgic songs from our student days, and I felt like I was back in my youth, leading a group of classmates to earn pocket money—a bittersweet experience. I chatted with my female classmate about the current situation of our group of brothers and sisters, feeling a mix of emotions. Her husband was also very excited to hear our stories and seemed quite admiring of me, so he ordered another dozen beers, and we sang, chatted, and drank together.
My female classmate sat in the middle of the three of us, wearing a thin sweater on top and thin black stockings on the bottom. Fueled by the alcohol and the dim lighting, I glanced at her black stockings a few more times, my breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Karaoke rooms are hard to book on Friday nights, and the small private room was cramped with three people on the sofa. So, my classmate's legs, clad in stockings, were pressed tightly against my thighs. Even through my autumn pants, the warm, fleshy sensation of her flesh was constantly transmitted to my thighs and lower body… Plus, her husband was sitting right next to us, and I found the scene incredibly arousing.
Her husband seemed to enjoy singing, and he sang quite well, a bit of a karaoke hog, with other people drinking and chatting away, mostly men and women, enthusiastically enjoying themselves at the microphone. My classmate and I chatted and drank; the karaoke room was noisy, and we had to whisper to each other to speak. Below, a female classmate's legs, clad in sexy black stockings, rubbed against my thighs. Above, another female classmate whispered in my ear, her breath hot and tinged with the scent of alcohol. I was inexplicably excited (although I've worked in sales and have a lot of experience, I've never had such a close female friend or classmate before; this old wolf of mine was inexplicably losing control!). I consciously started to chat in her ear, feigning drunkenness, occasionally blowing hot breath into her ear, and once even bringing my lips close to her earlobe. Although there wasn't much actual physical contact, I was inexplicably excited, and my penis was already hard. I involuntarily shifted my hips, moving closer to the female classmate, so that our thighs were pressed tightly together. I noticed the young couple was starting to slur their words. Her husband, still drunk and singing, was slumped on the sofa, practically passed out, but still belting out the lyrics… My female classmate, with one hand supporting her chin and her head tilted to the side, chatted idly with me, her eyes drooping. Excitedly yet cautiously, I rubbed my thigh against her black-stockinged thigh. She seemed oblivious, perhaps numb to it. I felt a surge of excitement… Finally, it was time to leave for the private room. Her husband, still slurring his words, insisted I stay at their place. Both of them were practically unsteady on their feet, so I had no choice but to call a waitress to help my classmate outside the karaoke bar to wait for a taxi. As soon as we were outside in the cool breeze, her husband started vomiting violently, covering me in filth. Damn, my clothes and pants were soaked. I grabbed a bottle of water to rinse myself off, and then the taxi arrived.
Thirdly, in the taxi and elevator,
I felt a pang of regret for my expensive business suit costing over 5000 yuan. While grumbling about her husband, I became more cautious. I helped my classmate's husband into the front seat, and then helped my classmate into the back seat. After vomiting, her husband was completely unconscious, slumped in the front seat, snoring. My classmate was also very drunk and mumbled several times before finally giving me the name of her apartment complex and unit number. With a hint of revenge, I placed my left hand on her waist, ostensibly to prevent her from slumping, but actually to feel her soft waist. I tentatively touched her lower abdomen; it was flat and without any excess fat, which excited me even more. The taxi was about to pass through a dimly lit tunnel. Fueled by alcohol and a moment of impulsiveness, I placed my other hand on her black-stockinged thigh. There seemed to be no reaction… I trembled with excitement. I boldly and gently slipped my hand to the inner thigh of her upper thigh. She still didn't react; her head was already tilted to one side. So, I excitedly stroked her inner thigh with my hand; the stimulating scene made my penis incredibly hard.
When we arrived at the apartment building, my lewd hand continued to lick the inside of my female classmate's thighs, which were clad in black stockings, all the way. After paying the fare and helping them out of the car and into the elevator, the effects of the alcohol had
completely vanished, replaced by my lust. The moment the elevator doors closed, my wicked desires were unleashed. I positioned her husband against the elevator wall,
then pulled her back against me, so my penis was perfectly positioned between her buttocks—it was incredibly stimulating. Leaning against the elevator's security camera, I pressed the button for the top floor, the 22nd, and slowly savored the wonderful sensation of my erection being enveloped by her shapely buttocks, especially with her husband right beside us. I became a little perverted and pressed the button for -1 floor after the 22nd floor, going up and down like this countless times. I kept adjusting the position of my erect penis between my classmate's pert buttocks and cleft, holding her slender waist with both hands, enjoying the thrill of molesting her in front of her husband, just like in a doggy style.
Fourth, after the elevator thrill on my classmate and her husband's bed
, I dragged the couple into their new home, threw her husband onto the wedding bed, and then returned to the entryway. I helped my classmate up, called out a few times, and shook her vigorously, only to find she was truly unconscious. So I simply had her lie face down on the shoe cabinet in the entryway, her firm breasts pressed against it. I inserted my hands between her breasts and the shoe cabinet, enjoying the feeling of holding the woman's firm breasts. My lower body continued to grind against the deep cleft of her buttocks. Looking back now, I realize how wicked I was, but also incredibly aroused. Although I drank quite a bit that night, I wasn't numbed by the alcohol, but rather blinded by lust.
I unbuckled my classmate's belt, pulled down her denim shorts, unzipped my own pants, and exposed my penis, which had been hard for over an hour. I thrust it directly into her buttocks and the inside of her black-stockinged thighs, sometimes churning it against her full thighs, sometimes wedging it into her deep buttocks, her firm buttocks enveloping my penis. I felt an intense, pleasurable stimulation.
Like a madman, I slipped my hands under her clothes and grabbed her breasts, one in each hand. The soft yet firm feel of her breasts almost made me ejaculate. I buried my face in her long, wavy hair, the unique stimulation making me feel incredibly comfortable, like I'd eaten a ginseng fruit. After playing with
her body for half an hour, I took her to the kitchen, where I kissed her for the first time… At that moment, my penis went limp; I was moved! I kissed her for a long, long time, memories of my youth flooding back. I shed inexplicable tears and sobbed for a while. Lost in thought, a surge of hatred welled up inside me. Why? Why was I so stupid back in school? I clearly sensed her affection for me, yet I remained indifferent? No, tonight, even if it means ruining my reputation, I must have her!!
I helped her to their wedding bed, where her husband lay unconscious. Their wedding photo hung above the bed. Looking at my classmate's delicate features, my anger intensified! In a few swift movements, I stripped her clothes off, removing her sexy black stockings. I pulled down her light blue lace panties and bra. I'd already tossed her pants, soiled by her husband's vomit, aside. I exposed my monstrous penis, rubbing it against her vulva. Her husband lay just ten centimeters away!
But I couldn't care less. I kneaded her firm breasts, my penis thrusting haphazardly against her erotic vulva. After playing with her breasts for a while, I carefully and slowly inserted my middle finger into her vagina. It was already quite wet. A sudden surge of anxiety hit me—had she sensed it? If she woke up, it would be all over. I stopped all movement, leaving only my middle finger inside her warm, moist vagina. After a few minutes, more and more of her vaginal fluid flowed down my finger. I steeled myself and slowly withdrew my finger. As I pulled it back, I clearly felt the many folds of her tight vaginal muscles. None of the many masseuses I'd encountered had ever given me this feeling. Could it be the legendary "masterpiece"? Or perhaps I was amplifying my sensations under extreme excitement and stimulation; I couldn't care less anymore.
Composing myself, I knew this was a rare opportunity. So I turned her over, making her lie face down on the bed like her husband, and lifted her slender waist with both hands. Her round, firm buttocks immediately rose high, instantly revealing her sexy waist dimples, which excited me even more. My erect penis pressed against her pink vulva, slowly grinding inside... The slippery juices instantly enveloped my swollen glans and shaft, fitting perfectly. Because I dared not move too much, I could only insert at an extremely slow pace. The layered folds of her vaginal walls brushed against my sensitive glans. The stimulating scene, combined with the pent-up possessiveness I'd harbored for years, almost made me ejaculate again. My penis isn't long, you could even say it's rather short, but it is indeed thick, so I didn't expect to reach the very core of her vagina. After slowly thrusting in and out of her juicy, folded vulva less than ten times, I felt I was about to climax. So I gripped her hips tightly and slowly pushed my nearly ejaculating erection deeper into her secret cave. But just as I was fully inside her overflowing, honey-scented flesh, I clearly felt a soft, fleshy mass at the tip of my penis. Could this be the core of her vagina? Her vagina was so short! My head was about to explode with excitement. After pressing against the inner folds of her vagina, I stopped thrusting. I freed one hand to grasp one of her perky breasts, kissed her smooth back, and used my waist to drive my penis to circle and grind inside her wet, gushing vagina. After only three circles, I could clearly feel the tight vaginal muscles begin to contract violently. The inner folds of my penis sucked at my engorged glans like a warm little mouth. I couldn't grind it a few more times. The hot semen that had been building up for so long shot out like a torrent from a bursting dam at her clitoris. Her vaginal muscles contracted even more intensely, turning into short spasms. My mind went completely blank. I ejaculated for nearly ten seconds. I felt completely drained, utterly exhausted. I rested on my classmate's back for several minutes before I came to my senses... After releasing my pent-up desire, my mind cleared up. When I pulled out my penis, the "pop" sound startled me. Seeing that my classmate didn't react, I relaxed. After returning to the living room and putting on my dirty clothes, I calmed down for a while. Then I went back to their bridal chamber and carefully took off her husband's clothes. My classmate's husband, who was sleeping like a log, was completely naked after I stripped him down to his underwear. I rolled them both up together and quietly left my classmate's house.
[The End]

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