I slept with a girl in the toilet.

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It was nearly evening. In the airport coffee shop, watching the mocha in front of me gradually cool, I tapped my fingers on the counter with the same rhythm as last night in the bar in S city, though the music was completely different.

Still feeling the effects of the alcohol, I shook my neck and looked up at the airport's large screen, trying to decipher the flight information. My fingers continued to tap impatiently on the counter. The mocha in front of me seemed more like decoration.

After all, the drinks I had at the bar last night were still tormenting my stomach and body.

"Still ten minutes until we arrive!" I muttered softly, my thoughts drifting back to the bar last night.

That encounter felt like a dream; the girl appeared like the wind and then mysteriously disappeared, piquing my curiosity. No girl had ever drunk directly with me like that before, and her alcohol tolerance was surprisingly good, almost on par with mine. Then came the frenzied, unrestrained sex, completely uninhibited and 100% engaged.

But afterwards, she pulled up her pants and left, leaving me alone in the hotel.

What's worse, damn it, I couldn't remember what this girl named Yan looked like at all, only her physical features. Flowing long hair, fair and firm skin, a slender neck, seemingly delicate shoulders, firm and perky breasts, sensitive nipples, pink areolas—her half-exposed breasts alone were enough to drive me wild.

Her near-perfect waistline and slender navel perfectly embodied the allure of a woman's fourth orifice.

A little bit of fat on her lower abdomen and sides, accentuated by her firm and full hips, actually compensated for any lack of fleshiness, adding to her sexy figure. Especially when my fingers touched it, the skin around her waist trembled with sensitivity, pores contracted, and hair stood on end, greatly increasing my urge to trespass. Not far below her navel was a thick, neat patch of dark pubic hair, so alluring against her fair skin. Two long, slender legs, smooth and lustrous like white jade, concealed what incredibly tempting secret garden at their juncture?

Her calves extended the curves of her thighs, her jade-like feet sculpted as if by magic, without calluses from wearing high heels, without even a trace of yellowing skin. Oh God, how much effort did you put into creating such a marvelous woman? Her nails were coated with clear nail polish, only the tips painted white, looking so exquisite; I longed to put them in my mouth and caress them.

I remember the instant I parted her legs, a trickle of love fluid already seeped from the base of her thighs, and I had only just finished plunging into her delicate neck. Looking up again at her vulva, the neat, dark pubic hair revealed her youth, and the fair, pinkish skin beneath it exuded girlish energy. Gently parting her labia minora with my fingers, her clitoris, crystal clear like a pearl, peeked halfway out from under the foreskin, glistening with lustrous moisture... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but click my tongue and feel a surge of desire... But, damn it, I just couldn't remember what this girl looked like!

As I closed my eyes, reminiscing about last night's idyllic moments and indulging in fantasies, the airport announcer's monotonous voice rang out, "Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that your flight xxx from xxx City xxx Airport to this airport will be delayed by one hour due to communication issues. The estimated arrival time is 19:10. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused. Thank you!" "Damn it! Delayed by an hour!" I muttered under my breath, making no attempt to hide my anger. I sat up straight, stretched, and looked around. Most of

the passengers from the previous flight had already left the terminal, with a few scattered around smoking and waiting for the bus. A handful of others were searching for the exit to their airport bus. The bus ticket seller looked exhausted, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes vacantly staring at the floor tiles in front of the ticket window. Passengers from the newly arrived flight were already preparing to collect their luggage, and the terminal's loudspeaker kept announcing the flight number. Two foreigners leaned against their luggage carts in the bookstore, flipping through a book with a red cover. The busiest places were the restrooms; a long queue had formed outside the women's restroom, while the men's restroom seemed almost empty.

Suddenly, I saw a young woman with a very reserved expression in the public... She lingered for a long time near the restroom entrance, quite far back in the women's line. She seemed to be a passenger from the previous flight. People from newly arrived flights continued to emerge, a steady stream passing by her. She frowned, occasionally leaning against the wall, gently biting the temple of her sunglasses. She was probably in a hurry to use the restroom but was stuck at the back of the line, struggling to hold it in.

She had a cute, bob haircut, wore a winter hat with embroidered pom-poms covering her ears, and two small pom-poms hung down along with her short hair at her temples. Long strands of yarn tied around her neck draped over her chest, and she wore a red... The black and white wool scarf seemed out of place with the current southern temperatures. She wore a short plaid wool coat over what appeared to be a turtleneck sweater, and a pair of wool gloves, each adorned with a Winnie the Pooh. She wore a black lace-trimmed skirt, supported by thick pure wool tights, and snow boots.

The heavy coat completely concealed her bust, suggesting a petite figure, while the tights revealed her shapely legs—straight, well-proportioned, neither too thick nor too thin, the kind that looked very pleasing. She was likely a girl from the north. A small red rolling suitcase stood beside her. Overall, she was very pure and had a good temperament. Although she seemed anxious, she remained composed. A mischievous thought suddenly crossed my mind: "There's still an hour left, why not use her for a bit of fun?" While I was racking my brains trying to figure out how to approach her, her sudden action made me burst into laughter. It turned out she couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing that the flow of people leaving the airport was almost over, and the line outside the women's restroom was nearly empty (she was at the end of the line, while there was still a long line inside), and with not many people around, she started glancing into the men's restroom. She seemed to be waiting for the last few people to come out.

A golden opportunity! I gulped down my now-cold mocha, letting my tongue linger around my teeth to cleanse the bitterness. Then I chewed two pieces of gum. (As for its purpose, you'll see later.) I placed a 50 RMB note under the cup, got up, and left the coffee shop. I went to the magazine stand, picked up a perfume magazine, and flipped through it casually. My eyes were still fixed on the girl.

Five minutes later, my sister finally put on a mask and sunglasses, pulled up the hood of her short coat to cover her head, and pulled her suitcase into the men's restroom as if going to her execution. I put down my magazine and followed her silently. I

entered the restroom at the perfect moment, and as soon as she stepped into the stall, I used the chewed gum I had just finished chewing to fill the slot on the lock. My sister had just finished tidying her suitcase and was laying toilet paper on the toilet seat. Then I heard rustling sounds from inside the stall; I knew she had taken off her pantyhose and was about to relieve herself! I pushed open the stall door and pressed my other hand directly to her mouth, which was covered by her mask. Through my brown sunglasses, I saw terror in her eyes, but she couldn't make a sound.

I gently pried the gum out of the lock, closed and locked the door with one hand, made a shushing gesture with my left, and watched the steam rising from her urination, smiling mischievously. I also noticed her little Winnie the Pooh embroidered underwear.

The girl was so startled that she completely lost control of her bladder, practically collapsing onto the toilet. The last drops of urine trickled down her thighs, soaking the toilet seat and the tissues. I exchanged a glance with her, first putting on a stern face and making a shushing gesture, watching her nod in terror. But how could that innocent look possibly ignite my desire to violate her?! Then, with a wicked grin, I unceremoniously pulled the tissues from her right hand, lifted her up, and wiped her vulva dry.

While wiping, I gently rubbed her swollen vulva, discarded the tissue, and lightly scraped her vulva with my fingertip. Then, in front of her, I put my finger under my nose and sniffed it, making a blissful expression. The girl's face immediately turned red. Then I removed her sunglasses and mask and pressed my lips to hers.

At first, she resisted, but she couldn't resist my combined efforts—one hand grabbing her breast, the other teasing her—and soon her jaw opened, and she began to enjoy the French kiss, so much so that drool streamed down her face when our mouths parted. Next, I placed the finger that had been teasing her vulva under her nose, intending to use this insulting action to tease her and increase her pleasure. But to my surprise, she misunderstood and took my finger into her mouth!

This was completely unexpected; I immediately became excited, my penis instantly heating up in my pants. When I pulled my drool-covered index finger out of her mouth, a shy blush rose on her cheeks. At this moment, how could I hold back? My body seemed to have been suddenly switched on, and I immediately pulled the girl into my arms, passionately pressing my lips to hers. Like

dry wood meeting a raging fire!

After a storm of kisses, her clothes were in disarray, one bra strap had slipped down to her arm, revealing her small, pink, and perky breasts. My lips were now covering her cheeks, ears, back of her ears, neck, and chest, so much so that I could see my saliva on her face. Her kisses were equally passionate, even leaving a hickey on my neck. (Of course, I only noticed it afterward, that wicked slut.) I picked her up and sat her on the toilet, placing her on my lap, savoring her nipples.

She held my head in her arms, breathing heavily, the suppressed moans in her throat like those of a little female leopard.

Soon, her small hands groped for my belt, freeing my penis, and with a surprised look, she took it into her mouth!

While enjoying her oral sex, I continuously stroked her shoulders and kneaded her small breasts. One hand teased her small, round vulva. I hadn't expected this girl, with her innocent appearance, to have such impressive oral skills. I felt my glans hitting the very end with every thrust, the urethral opening being scraped by the fleshy walls that felt like a washboard—it was indescribably pleasurable.

After a while, the girl stood up, one hand on my penis, spreading her legs to sit down. She'd barely sat down when her brow furrowed. She bit her lower lip, her buttocks slamming down, and my penis was almost fully inside. The girl gasped. I smiled slightly, thinking, "This is just the beginning!" I held her hips and pressed down, fully penetrating her. It was incredibly pleasurable! Her vagina was tight, but it felt surprisingly deep, because even though my penis couldn't go any further, I couldn't feel her clitoris. I just held her like that, moving up and down on her lap.

The girl bit her lower lip while rubbing her small breasts, suppressing her moans, but those suppressed whimpers only fueled my desire to conquer her. I didn't hold back and increased the intensity of my thrusts. Gradually, I felt I had reached the limit. It wasn't that I hadn't reached her G-spot, but rather that her G-spot had been opened up. With her vaginal opening tightening, I couldn't help but feel secretly delighted: "A jade clam holding a pearl!" Ah! I had actually encountered a masterpiece! After thrusting dozens of times, I felt the girl's waist becoming more and more limp, her upper body swaying back and forth on me. I held her waist firmly with both hands, completely controlling her movements. I maintained this for more than ten minutes until the girl finally couldn't help but open her throat.

"Mmm...mmm...faster...faster...it's coming!"

I hadn't uttered a sound the whole time. Hearing this, I only sped up. Suddenly, I felt the girl stop breathing heavily and start gasping for air, her body stiffening. Then I felt her vaginal fluid spurt out. Just as my penis was withdrawing and then thrusting in again, her vaginal fluid hit my glans perfectly. A warm, wet stream—it felt incredibly good. My own ejaculation came in a torrent.

Even more amazingly, the girl, who had been relaxed, stiffened up again as if injected with adrenaline, her head held high, letting me kiss her sweaty neck. Her tense body remained hard like that for a long time. Then, she collapsed weakly onto me.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over me. For the first time ever, I tenderly stroked her short hair, straightened her hat, and after a short rest, I got up from the toilet, picked up the girl whose pantyhose were still pulled down to her calves, and placed her on the toilet seat. I gently patted her cheek, "Get dressed, you'll catch a cold!" The girl blushed and responded.

That was the only thing I said to her at that moment.

With a dazed look in her eyes, she pulled a pen from the side of her suitcase, fumbled around to the cuff of my shirt, and wrote a row of numbers and the character "茜" (Qian), not forgetting to draw a little face sticking out her tongue. Then she leaned lazily against the toilet tank, completely forgetting that she was half-naked in the men's restroom.

I usually mind people marking my clothes, and in the past, I would have thrown this shirt away in a fit of anger. But for some reason, I looked at the writing, then gently rolled up the cuff and tucked it inside the cuff of my suit jacket.

The girl was still wearing a mask and sunglasses, completely covered up, so I couldn't see her expression. But she didn't look back in my direction once she left the airport.

Watching her back as she walked away, I hurried to the arrivals exit. Ah Jian was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, carrying a sports bag; he didn't look like he'd just gotten off a business trip, but rather like he'd just returned from a beach vacation. (

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