[Auckland's White-Collar Circle] (01-02) Author: chinanz

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image. Auckland 's White-Collar Circle - Part 1.

Although Auckland, New Zealand is really small, there are quite a few girls who are fun to be had. Perhaps
because it's a rural area, everyone is quite lonely. I know many white-collar workers on Queeen Street
who ... I'm not particularly good-looking, and my physique is average, but I'm low-key and have good character. I've been living in
Auckland for 7 years since coming from Australia, and I know quite a few fun-loving girls. For confidentiality reasons, I won't reveal the specific
information . My principle in my interactions is mutual respect, and I never disclose the other person's privacy.

When I first came to Auckland, I was seconded from Australia to help the company here with some issues.
At that time, I was a workaholic, working more than 10 hours a day. Weekends were spent playing sports and hiking in the surrounding area.
Once, a colleague and I were introduced to a Skykiwiqq outdoor group (WeChat wasn't popular back then).
We arranged to go hiking with some friends, and one of the girls in the group was really unremarkable in appearance—short hair, and a friend told me
she was a university professor. I remember she was wearing very ordinary hiking pants and a short-sleeved shirt that day; you could
tell she a large, perky chest. But her looks were really average, maybe because she wasn't wearing makeup. We
didn't chat much on the hike; I just asked her about studying at a master's program in New Zealand, and we exchanged phone numbers. I
'll call her V.

A week later, she suddenly texted me asking if I could take some photos of her because she saw
my DSLR camera on the hike and thought the photos were pretty good. She wanted to take some
photos of her at school to send to her family. V and I agreed to go to her school on the weekend to take the photos. It wasn't convenient
to take photos in her office during the week because there were people around, but she had after-school access, so we could take photos freely on the weekend.
I saw her at school on Saturday morning. The first time I saw her was during a hike, and
she wasn't wearing makeup. This time, she was wearing a low-cut top and a blazer, a short skirt, stockings, and high heels—she looked very feminine. I asked her if she usually dressed like this for work.
She said her job involved little interaction with students, so what she wore wasn't important; she just didn't usually wear
high heels . Today, she was dressed for a photoshoot.

Her low-cut top had no buttons; she had to pull the neckline up herself to cover her chest. But her C-
cup was impossible to cover; her white breasts were visible from any angle. I usually do portrait photography
, so I know that girls are usually stiff at first and need time to relax and build rapport. So, I joked
around with her, even having her jump down from a flowerbed in high heels. Every time she jumped, I could see her breasts jiggle…

It would be a lie to say I didn't feel anything. Although V's looks are average, her figure is quite good.
She's 168cm tall with long legs. After a few jumps, her low-cut top opened, and I suddenly realized I couldn't see her
bra… My heart was racing; I really wanted to check. So I had her stand on the ground, and I
took photos , which gave me a commanding view of everything. She was standing on the ground, looking up, and through the viewfinder, I
could immediately see that she wasn't wearing a bra; I could even see her nipples! I'd been in Auckland for a few weeks
and hadn't been with a woman yet. So I'd become bolder and immediately snapped a few close-up shots.

For the next half hour, I wasn't focused on taking pictures; I kept thinking about why she wasn't wearing a bra and
whether should tease her. I was definitely too bold then, daring to tease someone I'd only met twice. I
asked V if we wanted to go to her office to take some photos first and then come out later to take pictures of the campus, and she agreed. I thought that if we went to
the office, it would just be the two of us, and maybe there would be some opportunities. V led me to her office, which was in
a very old building. It was quite dark on the weekend because the lights weren't on. Her office was shared by four people; it wasn't
very big, but the view was nice. After we went in, I gently closed the door and asked if she wanted to see
the photos I'd taken before. V readily agreed and looked at the photos on my camera.

I slowly flipped through a few photos before quickly jumping to the ones of the flowerbed, showing her the close-up shots I'd taken.
Her face flushed instantly. I whispered in her ear, "You're not wearing a bra, that's naughty." She looked at me without saying a word.
For a moment, I wasn't sure if she was angry or startled, and I didn't know what to do. After at least
half a minute, she suddenly said, "I'm only wearing stockings under my skirt." I hadn't fully grasped what she
meant yet. She moved closer and asked, "Have you ever had sex at school?"

That's when it really dawned on me—this woman was so forward! I hadn't noticed at all. I
immediately put the camera aside and slipped my hand under her skirt. Sure enough, she was only wearing stockings, and they were open-crotch
stockings! I gently scraped her vulva with my fingers. She was so wet; her buttocks were already sticking up.
I hadn't used a condom and never imagined this would happen. Not sure if it was safe, I
teased her with my hand. My exes all said my hands were magical; they could make them wet in minutes, and my fingers could
skillfully tease their breasts and vulva to bring them to orgasm. One of my exes even made me give her orgasms with my hand every time…

V’s vagina is very narrow; when I gently scraped it with my index finger, she trembled and moaned, her buttocks sticking up high
. She reached behind me with her other hand to pull down my pants. I dodged her hand, and with my other hand, I reached inside her
clothes and pinched her nipples, repeatedly squeezing and releasing them, while my right hand rhythmically touched her clitoris.
After about a few minutes, V started moaning and tried to pull away from my hand. How could I let her escape? I pressed her against the table,
whispered in her ear, “What’s wrong with you? Didn’t we agree to take pictures? Why are you so wet, so lewd?”
She said, “Hurry up and fuck me, I can’t take it.” I ignored her, pinching her two nipples with one hand and
inserting the other into her vagina. V was so wet; her stockings were soaked in such a short time. I
stimulated her clitoris with one finger and inserted the other into her vagina. She turned her head to kiss me, and I took her
tongue into my mouth. Her hands moved faster, and she suddenly bit my lip, her whole body trembling…

It took a long time before I pulled my hand away. I was incredibly hard then, and I pressed my penis against my genitals.
She obediently knelt down and licked me…

That night she came to my house, and I finally had a chance to ask her. She said she actually had a very strong sex drive, using a vibrator every night
and going to pubs on weekends. On the day of the hike, when she heard I was from Australia, she thought I…
I'll be staying in NRZ a lot, so I figured I could have some fun without it affecting my life. That's why I dressed like this today.
The original plan was to flirt at a bar tonight, but I'd accidentally expose myself during the day…

V was the first girl I met in Auckland. If you met her normally, you wouldn't
imagine she'd be like this. I remember a few months ago, when a few friends and I were having dinner, she
was seriously talking to them about studying abroad and university courses. I stared at her, and she rolled her eyes at me.
A few minutes later, she sent me a WeChat message: "I really want to put my underwear in the menu for you and see your
expression." The content of

Jiajia's Auckland Moments - Part 2

is all true, based on my experiences in Auckland over the past few years. However, to protect privacy,
the names and times have been misplaced; please don't take it personally. Auckland is truly a fascinating city. Although
Melbourne has many beautiful women, relationships in Auckland tend to be simpler. Many beautiful women look like ordinary
office workers, but once their inner desires are unleashed, they can be absolutely unstoppable!

Although Jiajia (hereinafter referred to as J) is called "Sister," she is a true 90s generation.
She's connected to the top figures in almost every industry in Auckland. Everyone, regardless of age, calls her Sister Jiajia. This is because she
has a very powerful background; she doesn't rely on her body, but on her connections and family connections.
A aptly described her: "Rich kids are at most rich, and officials' kids are at most rich and powerful until retirement.
Sister Jiajia's family is an absolute tycoon in China, with influence in both the legal and illegal worlds!"

I won't go into how I met Sister Jiajia, but it started with normal work-related interactions.
I interacted a lot with her assistant, and later, I needed J's help to introduce me to some people. That's how I started attending
banquets , and afterwards, I would drive her home. Every time J finished a function, at least three cars would be waiting for her outside,
the lowest class being a Q7. But every time, she rode in my car. Her answer was always direct: "You're not in my
circle , so I just treat you as my driver for peace and quiet on the road."

J was born in Jiangnan, possessing the charm of a Jiangnan woman, especially her soft, pleasant voice. She
had a great figure and loved wearing cheongsams to banquets. Although she had some freckles, she always wore light makeup.
I loved her hair, especially when she wore a cheongsam with a thigh-high slit, leaning casually against the bar while holding a glass of red wine. How to put it... her
hips and figure were particularly attractive. I tried to secretly touch her
buttocks during a function, but she didn't seem to react. I also secretly touched her thigh with the back of my hand, and she didn't pull away.
No one usually talked about her private life, so I didn't know if she was open-minded or had a boyfriend.

Our relationship changed when she called me while she was back in China, saying she urgently needed a large sum
of hoped I could lend it to her, promising to pay it back in two days. At the time, our relationship was very ordinary, and I couldn't understand why she was asking
me for money. I asked her on the phone why she didn't borrow from other friends, but she didn't explain. She
sincerely asked if I could borrow the money, promising to help me with anything I needed in the future. I hesitated for a long time
before finally agreeing. However, since the amount was quite large and I was abroad, I couldn't transfer the money online. So, I had
a friend in China send her my ID card and bank card by express mail so she could pick them up herself.

She kept her promise and returned the money within two days, even giving me a little extra. She even used my ID
to book a domestic OpenCheer account for me so I could visit her anytime I was back in China. From
then on, we kept in touch privately, chatting about very personal topics. I'm quite humorous and
always take the initiative in our online chats, which always made her happy, often saying she wished we had met sooner. I even asked if I
could be her boyfriend, and she seriously said that if I wasn't married by 30, she would consider me. Our online
chats sometimes touched on adult topics, and she was somewhat evasive, never responding, which left me feeling disappointed.

Two months later, I returned to China for vacation. She immediately wanted me to visit her city, saying she had arranged a travel itinerary.
I half-jokingly said, "Let me see the power of this local tyrant!" She lived in a culturally rich
city in Jiangnan, which I had visited several times and really loved. The plane landed, and as soon as I exited the jet bridge, I saw someone
holding a sign with my name on it. This really shocked me; usually
, someone picks you up after you collect your luggage and exit the airport. This was the first time I'd seen someone pick you up right at the jet bridge. The person was very polite and asked for my baggage tag
, saying he would arrange for someone to collect my luggage. I then took his car directly to the hotel.

On the way, J called to check on things and said we could meet in the hotel lobby and go out to play.
I hadn't seen her for several months. She was wearing a tracksuit, and I immediately recognized her sports bra—
her chest was very perky, and I could vaguely see her nipples. She wore a short sports skirt, revealing her long, white legs. She said she'd take me
hiking to test my stamina. I half-jokingly said I'm not fit enough during the day, but
I can't stop at night.

She laughed and said she needed to tire me out during the day so I could have some peace and quiet at night. I don't remember the name of the mountain,
but it would take about three hours to climb to the top. I thought I should at least buy some water, but J said not to worry, someone would bring
food and drinks and follow us. I... I'm speechless...

What kind of life is this? I've always felt that my approach to picking up girls has a particular characteristic: it starts very suddenly and
rarely has any planning involved. Throughout the journey, I didn't ask her why she spent so much money or why she chose me. I
just kept making her laugh. When we encountered difficult sections, I naturally reached out my hand to help her across and then let go. She didn't
object or say anything. By the time we reached the summit, I could naturally hold her hand anytime.
The view of the lake below from the top was stunning. She suggested we take a picture together, so her driver came over to take photos for us.
I naturally put my arm around her waist…

The waist is a very sensitive area for women. You can touch her hand, you can touch her leg, but once she allows you
to hold her without letting go, it basically means she accepts that you can provide her with a sense of security. She didn't object, and after the photo was taken
, she didn't leave immediately. I knew she was mine now; whether we could sleep together was just a matter of time.

After we descended the mountain, she suggested we go to a restaurant for dinner. I asked her how long it had been since she had Chru
Chroad, and she suddenly looked very happy and asked if I had brought it. I said it was in my checked luggage
and should be at the hotel. She immediately asked someone to bring it over, but I said let's eat at the hotel instead; the important thing is to enjoy the wine, nothing else
matters. Actually, what I really wanted was to have dinner and wine in a hotel room. Otherwise, her driver always...
Following her was so annoying…

Two hours later, we arrived at the hotel, a presidential suite with an unbeatable night view. I was still basking in the glory of how
good she was to me when J said it was her family's hotel, and this room had been theirs since the hotel was built…

I was speechless. The meal lasted a long time; the two of us ate for four hours and drank two bottles of red wine.
I was out of the two bottles I brought, and she said the wine cabinet was full, so I could take whatever I wanted. I went to the wine cabinet, which was
actually a wine cellar—quite large. J came in and asked what I wanted to drink. I said I'd drink anything she fed me.
She opened a bottle, took a sip, and held it in her mouth…

I immediately picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I drank from her mouth, and she
fed me another sip. After about ten minutes, my arms were exhausted, so I pressed her against the living room
glass. The suite had panoramic glass, angled outwards, so she was essentially leaning against the glass. My specialty
is teasing and foreplay; I love seeing a girl's heart slowly race, her vagina constantly wet,
her expression yearning for penetration. I supported J's buttocks with one hand, and with the other, I made circles on her sports bra. I
patiently and slowly circled, occasionally brushing against her nipples, which I could see slowly hardening. She
remained silent; I could probably feel her genitals starting to heat up.

With my other hand, I used my index finger knuckle to press on her clitoris through her panties. I know many women are
very sensitive there, and through panties, the sensitivity diminishes, allowing the sensation to develop gradually.

I saw her start biting her lip, and I smiled and asked her what was wrong. Were you uncomfortable? She grabbed my arm
but still didn't speak. I laid her on the carpet and unhooked her bra. J's nipples were a pure, vibrant pink;
even today, I hadn't seen anyone with nipples as beautiful as hers.

Her breasts were probably a D cup, very firm. I took a sip of red wine and bit her nipple. J reacted
strongly, arching her back and letting out a groan. My tongue traced across her nipple, still wet with
the cold red wine. Each time the wine warmed up, I swallowed it and took a fresh sip.

J quickly became very agitated. She grabbed the carpet and my hair, saying, "You're so skilled! I can't take it anymore!"
I asked her, "Why can't you stand Jiajia? What do you want a little brother for?" She sat up and pounced on me,
stripping me naked. I didn't want to start making love so soon; I wanted to take it slow and build up the foreplay. I
picked J up, grabbed a few bottles of wine, and went to the bedroom.

I put J on the bed and started kissing her ears. I kept stroking her vulva with one hand, but didn't
penetrate her; I just ran it over her clitoris and touched her pubic bone. J was really wet; her fluids didn't have much of a smell but
were very sticky. She grabbed my penis and started stroking it with her hand. I'm 19cm, not too big, but my technique is excellent.
I usually find positions that bring my partner to orgasm first or we orgasm together. When I thought it was about time, I
moved my penis to the entrance of her vulva and slowly rubbed it. J started moaning and lifted her buttocks for me to put it in. I thrust in all the way in; J's
vulva is short, so it went in quickly. Her vulva was so wet and hot. I started thrusting rapidly, and J
kept screaming while holding my buttocks.

I asked, "Jiajia, do you do this during the day too?" She yelled and called me "little sister," "Brother, keep fucking me!" I pulled
out and made her lie down. I like making love like this; I can squeeze each other's buttocks or breasts. It's easy to control
the rhythm . J's buttocks are very tight with little fat. I slapped her buttocks until they were red, and she kept screaming, "Don't stop
, brother, keep fucking me!"

This was my first time with J, and for the next few days, our itinerary changed. We looked around the neighborhood during the day, but from
dinner onwards, we stayed in the hotel until the early hours of the morning…

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