That summer, my one-night stand with her

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A one-night stand is defined as a sexual encounter between a man and a woman where there is no further contact afterward, it is not based on love or marriage, and it does not alter the daily spiritual or material lives of either party; the sole purpose is to satisfy physical needs. It may even involve not knowing each other's names or phone numbers, parting ways at dawn, and only being together for one night. Now, I'll share my own accidental one-night stand with you guys, and at the same time, reminisce about the beautiful woman I shared a passionate night with. To be honest, although I've had a few relationships and even been involved in several relationships simultaneously, those were all products of long-term, deep-seated feelings. I never considered one-night stands; I thought they were just legendary stories, products of the pursuit of spiritual civilization in developed capitalist countries where material civilization has reached a certain level. However, this incident made me realize that I'm outdated in my thinking and conservative in my behavior, completely unable to keep up with the times, and may have already missed many wonderful moments...
Anyway, back to the point. I've forgotten her name, but I still have her online name on QQ—a very common one—"Lightly Dancing in the Wind."
That day was a summer night in 2008. My girlfriend was away on business trips for a long time, and I was home alone, inevitably feeling lonely and bored. Although I was busy with work, I still had some time to go on QQ. She was my neighbor; we were both in our community's residents' group chat. I rarely spoke in the group, but that day I was discussing playing basketball with a handsome guy in the group, and I casually mentioned that I lived in a certain building and had a certain apartment number. A little while later, a QQ avatar flashed on my computer screen—a private message. She asked if I lived in apartment 1705, and I said yes. She said we were neighbors, and she lived in apartment 905. I said, "What a coincidence! She lives right below mine." Because we had the same apartment layout,
we discussed some interior design styles. Since I was at work, I only answered casually and didn't think much of it. I usually spend some time tidying up my work after work before going home, so I usually get off work very late. Plus, my girlfriend was away on a business trip, so I got home even later. I had the cafeteria make me an overtime meal, and after eating, I worked at the company for a while before going home. It was already 9 pm when I got home. I usually don't go online at home, but that day my girlfriend wasn't there, and for some reason, I logged onto QQ and it showed as online. After taking a shower, I saw my QQ avatar flashing, and it was my neighbor again—"Light Dance Flying."
Light Dance Flying: "Hello, neighbor."
Me: "Hello, beautiful neighbor."
Light Dance Flying: "I rarely see you online, and I don't see you speak in the group chat either. "
Me: "I'm very busy with work, I don't go online much, and I don't have time to chat or anything."
Light Dance Flying: "Are you home?"
Me: "Yes, just got home." Light Dance Flying: "You
must be tired
." Me: "Isn't that how it is with work? If you don't work, you don't have food to eat or drinks to drink."
Light Dance Flying: "You like to drink?"
Me: "It's alright, it's a little hobby."
Light Dance Flying: "Then you often go to bars?"
Me: "I've never been. I like to get together with a few close friends. I've never been to high-class places like bars. Besides, I'm too old for that. Do you often go to bars?"
Light Dance Flying: "Occasionally." We chatted for a while, and it was already past ten o'clock. I called my girlfriend, we let each other know we were safe, and then I hung up. At that moment, I watched the QQ avatar flashing on my computer screen, and for some reason, a ripple of emotion stirred within me… I had a feeling that something might happen tonight. I thought about it and decided I should put some effort into talking to her…
Me: “You’re online so late, where’s your husband?” I decided to find out the situation.
Light Dance Flying: “We’re not married yet, he’s on a business trip today.” Wow, what a coincidence! I chatted with her casually for a while longer before getting to the point.
Me: "Aren't you asleep yet? It's so late."
Light Dance Flying: "I usually go to bed very late."
Me: "I can't sleep. How about I grab a bottle of liquor and we go to the community garden for a drink? It'll help you fall asleep." Light
Dance Flying: "Just drinking isn't fun." I thought I had a chance. Me: "
How about this? I've never been to a bar before. How about you take me tonight to broaden my horizons?"
Light Dance Flying: "Really?"
Me: "Yeah, I've never been. I want to see how you young people live."
Light Dance Flying: "Okay, I'll wash up and change my clothes before going out." I didn't expect young people these days to be so direct and straightforward. Of course, it could also be because we're neighbors, so there aren't many safety concerns.
Me: "Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs." Fifteen minutes later, I went downstairs and waited for her at the elevator. While waiting, a question suddenly occurred to me: what if she's ugly? I really have no experience... Before even checking her out, I didn't bother looking at photos before making a decision. I tried to recall all the girls I'd seen in the building; none seemed particularly unattractive. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I watched the elevator ascend to the ninth floor and then slowly descend. As the numbers on the floor indicator jumped, my heart raced.
The elevator doors opened, and a long-haired girl stepped out with a smile. She said, "Neighbor, let's go." I carefully examined her appearance. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful; if I were to rate her, I'd give her a 7 or 8. She had big eyes, looked to be around 25, and was over 1.6 meters tall. She was wearing a stylish jumpsuit—clearly the attire of a professional bar-goer.
I joked with her, "I'm sticking with you tonight, so don't lose me!" She laughed and said, "I'll definitely take good care of you."
We got in the car and drove to one of the larger bars in the city. (Here, I should clarify...) I've never been to a bar before because I'm busy with work, and even when I have business dinners, it's usually at nightclubs. I've never been to a bar like this, which is mostly frequented by young people, because I hate noise. Entering the bar was an eye-opener; groups of handsome men and beautiful women filled the place. I realized then how vibrant and lively the nightlife in our city is. We found a seat and I ordered a bottle of red wine. The waiter wanted to add Sprite, but I refused, as I really couldn't stand the taste. I just added some ice and started chatting with her. I learned that she worked as a
supervisor in a jewelry store, and her boyfriend was a salesman. Thankfully, they weren't in the same industry, haha. We finished the bottle quickly, and seeing that she didn't seem to have any reaction, I assumed she could hold her liquor and ordered another. But after only a couple of drinks, she said she needed to go to the restroom, saying she felt dizzy and wanted to throw up. I was devastated… but she was still conscious. With such a low alcohol tolerance, she was actually at a bar! Puzzled, while she was in the restroom, I had a few drinks with the waiter and then a few with the two older men and women next to me. We chatted quite a bit, and the two men and women ordered some more drinks, which
we all drank together. When she came back from the restroom and saw the situation, she was confused. I was too lazy to explain, so I just put my arm around her and said, "This is my girlfriend." She didn't refuse, and we all drank and chatted together. I ordered some more drinks, and the more we drank, the more lively it became. Amidst the noise, she whispered in my ear,
"How can you talk nonsense like that? Saying I'm your girlfriend
?" I said, "Then how am I supposed to introduce you? Say I'm your neighbor? Besides, 'girlfriend' just means female friend, don't overthink it." She said,
"They're your friends?"
I said, "No, we just met while chatting." She
said, "You're really something, you can drink together even if you don't know each other." I thought to myself, we don't know each other either, but we're still hugging. I was a little dizzy by then, and when I talked to her, I would intentionally or unintentionally put my arm around her or hold her hand. She didn't resist at all. I knew that tonight was going to be interesting.
I quietly asked her, "We've both had too much to drink, so let's not drive. Let's just stay here tonight, okay?"
"Hmm, but I need to be home by 10 am tomorrow to change for work," she said, her directness shocking me once again.
Hearing this, I immediately placed a hand on her shapely buttocks and gave it a light squeeze. "You're my girlfriend now, right?" I asked. She lowered her head, speechless. While drinking with my buddies, I began to assess her body. Her buttocks were pert, and she wore a lace-trimmed panty. Her tummy was perfectly flat, and her legs were neither too thick nor too thin. Because there were other people around, I couldn't directly touch her breasts, so I couldn't feel their condition. As I touched them, I
felt a slight arousal in my penis. I took her hand from under the table and placed it on my penis. She glanced at me, gave it a light squeeze, and pulled her hand away. At this point, my mind was no longer on drinking. I exchanged business cards with the men I knew, ordered them a bottle of champagne, and then, finding an excuse, dragged her away.
Back in 2008, drunk driving wasn't checked as strictly, so we just got in the car and headed to a hotel. On the way, I saw her sitting in the passenger seat, her face slightly flushed from drinking, and the faint scent of her perfume made me lose control.
I quickly found a decent hotel nearby, booked a room, and we went inside. I closed the door, put one arm around her neck, the other on her waist, leaned her against the wall, and kissed her. The faint scent of her perfume quickly filled my nostrils and filled my brain.
I loved that fragrance. "I was so happy," I said, kissing her neck as I moved one hand to her thigh, gently slipping it under her skirt. Her lace-trimmed panties clung to her body. I lightly touched her genitals; the water had already soaked through them. I stopped there. I moved my hand up and noticed she was wearing a skirt suit, so I couldn't remove her bra. I said, "Let's shower, then go to bed. I want to kiss you properly."
I showered first. There were condoms in the bathroom; I grabbed a box and casually took it to the bedside. I said, "I'm done showering, you can go now." At that moment, she walked up to me and suddenly said something I'll never forget, something that completely shocked me: "Let's do it again later, and again tomorrow morning, otherwise I won't be satisfied." I was stunned. I didn't even react; I just stared blankly as she went into the bathroom… Guys, have you ever encountered such a freak?
I turned on the TV, lay on the bed, and started thinking, "This must be what they call a one-night stand. We don't know each other's names or ages. We're about to start our battle in bed. This is really my first one-night stand.
And this young lady not only wants quality, but she also wants quantity!" I thought to myself, "If you're not in good health, you really can't go out like this. You'll be scorned..." Lost in thought, my beautiful neighbor came out of the shower. She was wrapped in a towel and had removed her makeup. She looked even more comfortable. Maybe it's just a personal aesthetic preference, but I prefer natural beauty. She sat down next to me. I pulled back the covers. "
Come in, don't get cold from the air conditioning, I set the temperature low," she said. She turned off the lights, pulled off her towel, and quickly slipped under the covers. I turned around and began to admire the beautiful woman beside me. Her skin was very fair, and her long black hair, spread across the snow-white pillow, added to her
allure. Being a young woman, she was still a little shy and kept her eyes closed. I just looked at her face, and with my right hand, I gently lifted a corner of the covers. Her firm breasts stood before me, the nipples small and pink—just my type. I moved my left... I wrapped my arms around her neck, leaned down, and gently kissed her lips. Mmm, the scent of fresh toothpaste—a clean girl. I slipped my tongue into her mouth; her tongue didn't immediately respond. No problem. This was the time for the man to take the initiative. I moved my tongue a little further in, swirling it around hers, then guiding it into my mouth. I greedily sucked—so fragrant! My right hand caressed her breasts, sometimes stroking them, sometimes gently teasing her nipples. Her nipples quickly became hard and erect. Reluctantly, I pulled my lips away from hers and continued kissing her ears. I thought her ears must be her sensitive spot, because her body writhed and she let out soft moans as I kissed her.
I moved my right hand away from her breasts and guided her left hand to my lower body. She grasped my erect penis and gently played with it. I whispered in her ear, "It feels so good, your hands are so soft, so comfortable." Encouraged, she caressed my penis even more tenderly. I could feel the intense psychological and physical stimulation making my penis wet. She gently tapped my glans with her index finger and said with a smile, "You're leaking." I said, "That's because you're so beautiful, I couldn't control myself..." Women, they're all vain. I rolled over and straddled her, slowly moving my mouth to her breasts. I greedily took a bite of her left breast, then teased her nipple with my tongue. This woman smelled wonderful, and her skin was beautiful. When I kissed her breasts, I could smell a faint, virginal fragrance, which greatly aroused my desire. I placed my already hard penis on her vulva and stimulated her clitoris with the head of my penis. I could clearly feel a lot of fluid. I reached down with my right hand, and sure enough, the fluid had flowed to her anus. I asked her if she wanted it, and she hummed in response. I asked her again if she wanted it, and she still hummed in response. I said, "Do you want me to go in? You have to say it." She looked at me with a smile and said, "You're so naughty." She put her hand down there, one hand holding my penis, and the other hand spreading her vagina apart, and then she shoved my penis inside. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I stopped teasing her, thrust my hips forward, and went straight in. She let out a soft moan. There wasn't anything particularly special about her vagina; it was just right, not too tight or too loose. After thrusting for a while, I noticed she wasn't making much noise, so I asked her
, "Don't you usually moan?" She
replied, "I'm afraid the neighbors will hear."
I said, "It's okay, my TV's on. Don't suppress yourself. I want you to enjoy yourself." She started moaning, her eyes closed. With each thrust, she seemed to enjoy it, moaning rhythmically with my movements. After a while, I said, "Let's change positions." She hummed in agreement. I asked, "
What do you like?" She didn't answer about the position. I pulled my penis out, stood on the floor, and said, "Come to the edge of the bed and lie down." She got off the bed, spread her legs, and lay down. I held my penis, trying to insert it into her vagina from behind. Damn, because I'm not very tall, only 174 cm, I couldn't get it all the way in. I used my legs to spread her legs wider. Hmm, now I could get it all the way in. So good! I noticed her anus was all wet, and it was pink, very sexy. Because her legs were spread wide, her upper body was almost touching the floor. On the bed, she looked incredibly lewd, and I found it very arousing. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and thrust hard. There's nothing more pleasurable than watching my penis
go in and out . The sounds of our bodies colliding, the moans of her writhing hips, filled the room with a wanton atmosphere. After a few more thrusts, she suddenly lifted herself off the bed, reaching behind her to touch my penis, occasionally touching her anus. I asked her if she was about to come, and she hummed in agreement. With a sound, she began to actively sway her hips, coordinating with the in-and-out motion of my penis. I felt I was almost there, so
I held her buttocks and began to thrust powerfully, each time going all the way in, and then I slapped her buttocks with my hands. Each slap seemed to hit her heart, and she would speed up her hip movements. I thrust for a while, feeling extremely stimulated, and my penis was throbbing. Knowing I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out my penis and pressed it against her anus. My penis trembled, and I ejaculated onto her anus, which was very stimulating...
After we finished, we all washed up and went to sleep in each other's arms. Around 8 a.m., I felt her stroking my penis. My penis was even harder because of morning erection. I rubbed my eyes and looked at her. The morning light shone on her face, and her alluring appearance was incredibly lewd. I gently supported her waist and whispered, "Come on, sit on me." She obediently straddled me. I reached out and touched her. Damn, she was such a slut, already soaking wet. With a "plop," she swallowed my penis whole. Clearly, my morning erection was even more "impressive" than usual. She sat down hard, penetrating all the way in,
hitting her G-spot. She cried out "Ah!" and immediately sprang back. I asked what was wrong, and she said, "It hurts." I said, "Serves you right for being so greedy," and then chuckled mischievously. She placed her hands on my chest and began rhythmically moving her hips up and down. I wasn't idle either; I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them. Perhaps because air was entering her vagina, the "plop plop" sounds grew louder, and her face became increasingly red. I could even see her wetness scalding my pubic hair. Her moans and panting blended together, filling the room with a passionate atmosphere… After a while, she slowed down. I asked, "Tired?" She hummed in response. I said, "Let me do it." I mounted her again, spreading her legs wide, and thrust straight in. This time, I wasn't as tipsy as I had been the night before, and the room was brighter. Looking at the incredibly wanton girl beneath me, even more sensory stimulation washed over me. This kind of sex—nameless, anonymous, without responsibility or payment—gave me a completely different feeling. She was very fair-skinned. She placed her hands on her breasts, caressing them, looking completely absorbed.
I asked her, "Is it good?" She hummed in response. I asked again, "Want me to go faster?" She hummed again. Looking at her wanton expression, I quickened my thrusts. I leaned down, bracing my arms against her shoulders so she would fully absorb my impact. As I thrust, I said, "Fuck, so good! I'm going to fuck you to death, you slut! I'm going to fuck your mother's cunt! Are you enjoying it, you slut?"
I like to use vulgar language during sex; it's a habit of mine. Unexpectedly, she responded, "Brother, you fucked me so good, I came again, you've killed me!" I rambled on again, felt myself ejaculating, pulled out, mounted her, and ejaculated on her breasts… I didn't use a condom either time, ejaculating outside, saving money on condoms, haha.
After breakfast, we went home together. At the entrance of the apartment complex, I dropped her off. In the days that followed, we occasionally exchanged a few words online, but for various reasons, we never met up again. We bumped into each other twice in the elevator; she was with her boyfriend, her face flushed red…
That was my first one-night stand.
[The End]

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