[Hot Female Motorcycle Rider] (02) Author: sam309

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Author: sam309
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2-1

Brother Xian suddenly called. Hongwen was halfway through repairing his car, using his foot to push
under to pull out the front axle to change the tire. He usually didn't answer the phone when he was halfway through a task
, but after Brother Xian said he'd introduce him to a girlfriend, Hongwen changed his ringtone to "I Love
Taiwanese Girls" to avoid missing any messages due to his habit of not answering calls.

He was halfway through pulling out the front axle, ignoring the already fallen wheel, and rushed to
the table to stop the "I Love Taiwanese Girls" ringtone.

"Hello... Brother Xian, what's up?" Dirty hands smeared his face as Hongwen picked up the phone.

"Ah Wen, why are you panting so much? Are you masturbating?"

"No... I'm taking apart the car. What's up? Is something wrong?"

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

Free?

"Of course I am..." Hongwen quickly processed the thought.

"I should be free! Around what time?"

"Nine o'clock, to the KTV in Ximending."

Hearing Xian-ge say this, Hongwen suppressed his slightly excited joy. He knew Xian-ge hadn't forgotten about
introducing him to a girl, but he still had to ask as usual.

"Why?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to introduce me to Qi-zai? They're going to sing karaoke tomorrow, Friday night. I was thinking,
if you're free, come along, and I can introduce you two."

"Okay! I'll be there."

It wasn't even two in the afternoon yet when Hongwen hurriedly chased away the customers chatting in the shop, planning his
schedule for the day.

Haircut, shower, meticulously cleaning his nails—that's how car mechanics are—
their hands are always incredibly black, which is probably why they often scare away decent girls.

Ximending is bustling at 5 PM, especially the large roundabout on Zhonghua Road.
It 's Friday, and the crowds of people leaving work and those heading out to play are everywhere
. Hongwen, who parked his car at the Emei parking lot early in the morning, stood at the intersection of Hanzhong Street, staring blankly at the large screen on the wall.
He didn't know how many times he'd played the trailer for "Detective Cop 4," but his watch was always far from the agreed-upon 9 PM
.

Every group of girls walking towards the KTV was his focus, and a thousand
thoughts .

"Hi! It's me, Wen! Hello..."

"Could it be that girl in the red shirt and shorts?"

"Will she dislike my type...?"

After about the 177th time Bruce Willis crashed his car into a helicopter on the screen, Hongwen's
Nokia 73 finally rang.

"Ah Wen...you're going to get married soon." After waiting for ages, Ah Wen's mother finally
couldn't resist calling. Her son had closed the door early in the morning saying he was going to a meeting, and hadn't called back by then.

"What's wrong? Is he just pretending to be in a meeting?"

He was over thirty and still hadn't found a wife. It wasn't just him who was anxious; Ah Wen's
parents their son was obediently
busy with work, and since his clients were all men, they didn't know how to help,
as it was ultimately his son's business. Hong Wen was afraid that if anything happened, his parents would nag him every day,
urging him to marry her quickly, preferably getting her pregnant with twins by next month.
So kept quiet for now to avoid any trouble at home.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated again; it was the long-awaited call from Xian Ge.

"Mom... Dig up the VICKEI store, answer it first."

Without waiting for his mother to say anything, Hongwen immediately pressed the call button again.

"Awen... come straight up to 908."

With just that simple sentence, Hongwen waited for four hours.

2-2

? Hi! What are you doing here??

Hongwen looked at Xiaoping riding her Jinzhan at the door with a surprised expression. The KTV party last night
was still lingering in his mind, and in the blink of an eye, the female protagonist appeared in front of his store, leaving him
a little at a loss.

"Come to see your store, and by the way... see... you...?"

A somewhat ambiguous yet playful answer, Xiaoping's last sentence made Hongwen's mouth drop open like
a goldfish trying to breathe but unable to speak.

Seeing his blank expression and shock, Xiaoping walked over and patted him on the shoulder. As if she had thought of something,
her right hand still holding her SBK 3/4 helmet, her left hand on his left shoulder, and her head close to Hongwen's left earlobe
, she whispered, "I missed you last night, so I came...?"

If the shop door wasn't still open, if the customers on the sofa in the back hadn't left yet, if the machine oil on his hands hadn't been washed
off , if the stubble from the morning hadn't sprouted another 0.01 centimeters, if the ELF machine oil on the recliner in the back warehouse
hadn't been put away, if the whole box of Autocomm that had just been delivered was still blocking the toilet door, if the boxer shorts he was wearing today, which he had originally planned
to discard but hadn't had time to change, thinking he would just throw them away after wearing them today without washing them, looked very old... Hongwen's mind was instantly
filled with a thousand images of anticipation for more than three years,
thoughts even more exaggerated than the scene in episode 457 of the "Thousand-Man Slayer" series by Sod [Note: Don't ask, it's scary], all came to mind.

Hongwen, his face flushed, was holding a pry bar to pry open the middle cover to balance the twin cylinders when he suddenly froze,
completely at a loss. Fifteen seconds later, Xiaoping, smiling, stroked his right cheek,
her thumb casually pinching the stubble-covered skin next to his dimple.

"Just kidding, you're not mad at me, are you, huh?"

She was still smiling when she said the first sentence, but immediately switched to a pleading tone and manner from the second
. Hongwen was completely caught off guard.

"No...no...no...no way...?"

With a burst of laughter, this time it was Huo Ge on the sofa behind them who couldn't help but laugh. Everyone present
also laughed in unison, only Hongwen awkwardly forced a smile.

"Ahem... you want me to watch the shop for you and give you three hours to 'handle things'?" Brother Huo emphasized
those two words, his smile suggesting he was anticipating something.
Of course, everyone knew he was hinting at something, but Ah Wen wasn't bold enough to do that,
and was also afraid of accidentally offending this hard-won opportunity, which would be a huge loss
.

"Oh my god, this is just a friend..." Ah Wen hurriedly explained awkwardly to Brother Huo.

While Brother Huo was still teasing Ah Wen, Xiao Ping casually placed her helmet on the counter,
turned around to get a bag from her car outside, and handed it to Hong Wen.

"Hey... this is your bento and drink."

"I was going to a client's place this afternoon, and I thought I'd pass by your shop on the way. I guessed you wouldn't have time to buy
food and drinks, so I bought them for you. You won't think I'm being nosy, will you?"

Nosy?

Since opening the shop over the years, he's almost never dared to leave once the doors are open. From lunchtime until
closing time , he's often hungry and afraid to go out or order takeout. This nearly 30-year-old man still has a 28-inch waist,
not because of any special maintenance, but because he's genuinely starving. When a girl brings him food… he's practically in tears; how could he
possibly think she's being nosy?

Ignoring Huo Ge's presence, Hongwen suddenly mustered the courage to say something he wouldn't normally dare to say.

"I'm so touched, thank you for bringing me food, thank you!"

Xiaoping felt a little embarrassed; she hadn't expected such a simple lunchbox to elicit
such a .

"Don't mention it, I'll bring you food next time I'm passing by." A blush crept onto her cheeks,
and the subtle shyness made Hongwen dizzy again.

Although this girl wasn't as beautiful as he'd imagined—she was rather tall (or rather, too tall), and
her shoulders weren't as slender as most women's… she was rather robust—her features were acceptable, though
her skin was a bit dark, somewhat different from the petite and delicate image he'd initially hoped for.

"Maybe… her appearance isn't what I expected, not what I'm looking for!

But at this age, being too picky… is that too much of a superficial thing to do?

Give her a chance to get to know her better… maybe I'll change my mind?"

These thoughts flashed through Hongwen's mind. Actually, seeing the bento in his hand at that moment, his initial doubts had been
completely overwhelmed by the emotion of deciding to pursue Xiaoping.

"I want to be with her!" Hongwen told himself.

2-3

Recently, Xiaoping had been coming to the shop quite often. Hongwen, who was willing and able but tied down by running the shop, was
actually very happy.

She seemed like a very lively girl; she could chat with every customer, whether they were from all walks of life or were local thugs or wealthy people—
clearly a salesperson.

Lately, Xiaoping not only frequently stopped by Awen's shop to chat and buy him food to keep him from going hungry
, but she also started systematically helping him clean up the shop. She neatly categorized the parts
he ordered and effectively sorted and recycled resources, transforming the shop, which had previously resembled a garbage dump,
into something at least slightly cleaner!

This touching gesture was indescribable. Gradually, Awen would also buy her late-night
snacks , take walks and chat with her in the nearby Da'an Forest Park, and even take her to
one-day car club events or gatherings on weekends. Then one day, an opportunity arose.

"Xiaoping, I want to ask you something."

That day, the two were sitting on a bench near Da'an Forest Park, chatting about everything under the sun as usual, when suddenly
Awen became serious and asked a question that left Xiaoping
bewildered .

"Go ahead and ask!" "Well, it's like this, you know next month is our team's annual rendezvous
around the island , and I was thinking...?" A five-second silence followed. Xiaoping eagerly watched his lips,
afraid she'd missed a single word.

"Are you free?" "Would you like to come along?

" "Yes! But I don't have any protective gear. Hiking on mountain trails isn't very dangerous. How many days are you going?" Xiaoping casually
accepted Hongwen's invitation. Of course, a man should have the spirit to overcome all difficulties.

"Three days. I'll prepare your gear." At this point, no matter how difficult, she had to find a way to make it work. She'd been looking forward to this for three years
... an overnight trip with a girl... how could she let something like protective gear ruin everything?

After more than a month of getting to know each other, amidst everyone's criticism of Awen? "Why didn't you confess your feelings before you even went out?" Amidst the clamor,
the two remained in a strange, somewhat awkward situation, unsure how to begin. Perhaps the most beautiful love lies
in ambiguity; their feelings for each other intensified rapidly, quickly transforming them into inseparable
friends. Those around them, however, seemed more anxious than Ah Wen, frequently visiting the shop to ask, "Have you sorted it out yet?" Ah
Wen would always smile wryly and shake his head, neither admitting nor denying, much to the annoyance of the customers who knew the truth, who constantly nagged him.

Ah Wen, still not having asked her out, was in this "more than friends, less
than lovers " situation, inviting her on a trip overnight—a somewhat complicated and strange way of developing
their relationship. In Hong Wen's understanding, this wasn't exactly a standard way to pursue a girlfriend, but… it was
all coward and not confessing, so he couldn't blame anyone else.

Although they seemed like close friends who could talk about anything, looking back, Awen was actually
the one who talked more. Sometimes he would ask Xiaoping about her personal life, and her answers were always very casual,
followed by a smile and then a change of topic. However, there were some things he couldn't avoid asking.

"Does your family allow you to stay out overnight?" After all, she's a girl, and it's
normal man, it's only natural to ask.

"My family stopped caring about me after I graduated from university, so it's fine."

"Didn't you say you were only 21? How come you've already graduated from university?" Awen asked, somewhat surprised.

Generally speaking, university graduates are usually 22 or 23 years old, and Xiaoping saying she was only 20
years old really surprised Awen.

"Oh... I graduated early after completing all my credits." Xiaoping replied.

"Where did you study before?" Awen continued to ask.

"I'm interested in the law department at Tamkang University, but I'm not going down that path. By the way,
what else should I bring for the trip?

" "Medications... a helmet... a change of clothes... that's about it. I'll prepare the rest for you."

Hongwen thought for a moment and listed a few things, secretly planning to buy the young woman a protective jacket, raincoat
, and gloves. Taking someone else's daughter out, it's only right to provide good protection. After all, he's
a man who's been in the workforce for a while and has some financial stability; this little bit of money is nothing.

As for the trip registration fee... of course, he'd secretly help her out so she wouldn't feel embarrassed if she didn't have the money. He was the one
who asked her to go this time, wasn't he?

"Hmm... then I'll only prepare these few things!" "The rest... you... will... take care of...?" She gave him that playful
look and lightly poked Hongwen's chest with her finger.

"No... problem... I... will... handle... it...?" Hongwen patted his chest in return, agreeing. Arranging a motorcycle tour

for 2-4

is a very complicated task.

From route planning, accommodation selection, booking confirmation, restaurant reservations,
coordinating rest stops and rider associations, selecting lead and escort vehicles,
to even the organizer, Hongwen, put in a lot of effort
coordinating with everyone online for this round-the-island trip. Not everyone has time for meetings, so the motorcycle forum became the best way for everyone to
stay connected .

At 4 AM, three hours before departure,

Hongwen sat on his bed, looking at the bag in the middle of the bed and another piece of luggage he hadn't packed away.

"Should I bring it?" A small gold cardboard box with a feather drawn on the bottom and
the words "durex" and "(Durex Ultra Thin Condoms)" in blue on top. What if someone in
the same room found this? It would be embarrassing.

Thinking about it… he put the condoms he had just bought back into the dresser.

An hour before departure

, "Ping, I'm downstairs! Come on down." After waiting downstairs for 20 minutes, Awen finally
called , wanting to tell her to sleep a little longer.

Actually, Awen had been so busy these past few days that he barely had time to sleep. Before the car team's trip, everyone was busy asking
him to fix the cars—changing the oil, changing the tires, fixing the brake pads, patching the blown-out screws. These past few days,
the shop 's cars were always lined up, and he was busy until one or two in the morning every day before he could go home to rest. Last night
, he was unconscious for less than two hours, and when the alarm rang, he immediately jumped up and rushed out to pick up Xiaoping to go to the meeting.

"Good morning... why are your eye bags so... big?" The girl's keen observation made Xiaoping quickly notice
Awen's tired face. Based on the need to maintain his male pride, Awen immediately perked up, opened his eyes wide, and straightened his chest.

"It's nothing, I've been busy lately, you know. Are you settled?" Xiaoping carried a simple backpack and got on the car,
and Hongwen started the engine.

"Okay! Let's go!" Xiaoping excitedly urged the driver in front to hurry up and start riding. The journey from

2 to 5 wasn't quite what Awen had expected. A scooter isn't suitable for riding with someone on the back, so there was no "massage" service. After all, a scooter isn't a racing scooter, and with a large Givei 52 suitcase on the back, Xiaoping happily leaned against it, enjoying the scenery. However, sometimes when he talked to her, he inevitably felt a slight touch from behind. Awen often forgot what he was going to say, simply enjoying the pressure from behind. He hadn't had such an opportunity in years of riding, and he was very grateful to God for making this trip so wonderful. They arrived at the Zhiben Hotel at 5 PM. Hongwen, who rushed into the hotel to the front desk to help everyone with check-in, asked Xiaoping to take out the room arrangement sheet from his backpack so he could distribute room cards later. "My name isn't on this?" Xiaoping came over and asked Awen quietly. "Yeah, no girl can share a room with you tonight, so we'll have to share one." Awen gave a ridiculous excuse and turned to talk to the front desk to ease his guilt. Although it's common for organizers to share rooms with single cyclists on car trips to split the cost, this arrangement was obviously a calculated move . "Oh, what's our room number?" Xiaoping asked. "1208. Here's a room key for you, I'll go up in a bit." Unlike the rapid sprint before, Awen slowed down. After arching his back, Hongwen bent down and deliberately tried to kiss Xiaoping's magnificent breasts, but at the peak, he deliberately avoided touching them with his tongue, only gently circling around them. Because it was the missionary position, this position only allowed for a shallow . The momentary calm amidst the turbulent waves, the slow, gentle rhythm, once again gave the woman a sense of excitement and euphoria. It was like falling from the sky to soft grass—a blissful sensation. However, this slowness didn't lower Xiaoping's involuntary , primal moans. She gripped Hongwen's back tightly, craving deeper sensations. Hongwen, unmoved, continued his teasing, his tongue and right index finger launching attacks from both sides, greedily sucking and rapidly flicking, his waist gently and ceaselessly moving in and out, trying to use the dissonant rhythm to prevent her body from adapting to the stimulation, thus generating a wilder, more exhilarating feeling. [Knock knock knock knock knock knock…] A series of rapid knocks startled the two people entwined in their lovemaking. "Ah Wen… which porn are you watching? Why haven't we found any sounds that are so beautiful?" As Huo Ge asked his question, the laughter of a group of people nearby had already disrupted the quiet restaurant corridor. Hongwen turned around and looked closely at the door, only to suddenly realize that the hotel room door... damn it, the gap was huge... Behind that gap of about five centimeters, he saw a left eye, a right eye, and half an eye sticking in... but the phone was recording... At this moment, years of accumulated bestiality had long since replaced Hongwen's original rational thinking. The laughter affect his actions. On the contrary, knowing that the onlookers were so close only fueled his explosive impulse. Suddenly, he used his arms to lift Xiaoping's legs, making her body form an unusual U-shape.

The entire tempo, which had started as a raging storm, suddenly became calm and solid,
penetrating and colliding, rhythmically like the beating of a drum, one thrust after another… each time penetrating deeply
to the very bottom. Unlike the impact of raging waves on Xiaoping, this method
completely shattered her already emptied soul. With each thrust, the core of her lower abdomen spread from her uterus to
every By the fourth attack, her cervix could no longer withstand such torment and began to
twitch and tremble involuntarily. Xiaoping's eyes, which had been tightly closed from the beginning, suddenly opened. She unconsciously
looked at the bedside, which was clearly close at hand. All the sensations in her body were magnified in an instant: the wrinkles of the sheets behind her,
the powerful pressure of Hongwen's arms pressing down on her knees, the pulling of his fingernails digging into her back muscles,
the hot sweat dripping from the man's forehead and the contact of the flowers. Time seemed to stand still and rush forward.

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