Encountering a perverted woman on the Shanghai subway

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One winter day when I was 23, around 11 a.m., I took the subway to Qianmen to visit a business client. I boarded at Changchun Street station. The carriage wasn't too crowded, but there were no seats left. I habitually stood near the door, my gaze wandering over every female passenger, aimlessly—perhaps a conditioned reflex from youth and surging hormones, hoping to admire a beautiful woman. My gaze settled on a girl in a red wool coat, but I couldn't see her face. From behind, she appeared to be at least 1.75 meters tall, with long, flowing hair. I couldn't tell if she had a good figure or not. Winters in Shanghai a few years ago were very cold; men and women alike were bundled up, not as fashionable as they are now. Even in the dead of winter, people dressed lightly and revealingly. To determine if she was beautiful, I stood next to her. Through the reflection in the window, I saw her face! No way, she looks exactly like Taiwanese singer Pan Meichen! You know, back in the early 90s, to see if she was really beautiful, I stood next to her and saw her face reflected in the window! No way, she looks exactly like Taiwanese singer Pan Meichen! Back in the early 90s, Pan Meichen was a huge star in the music scene. Her songs were strong and melancholic, which I really liked, and she looked pretty cool too. I couldn't help but get excited: This girl's got something! If I could get her over here, wouldn't it be great to have some fun…hehe, but how do I start a conversation with her? I told myself I absolutely couldn't fall into the clichés, because after a year of being trained by several womanizers, I had quite a bit of experience pursuing girls. I was no longer interested in traditional opening lines like "Excuse me, what time is it?" or "I think you look a lot like a friend of mine." But how should I start this conversation? ...Right, pretty girls are usually quite vain. I figured as long as I gave her some unique compliments, she'd be won over. With that thought, I prepared my words, turned to her, and said, "Hello, miss, may I bother you for a moment?" She was surprised that a strange young man would speak to her and looked at me with astonishment! She looked so much like Pan Meichen. Long bangs obscured half her vision, her fair complexion contrasted with a slightly flushed face, and beneath her thick, well-defined eyebrows were delicate single eyelids painted with a light blue hue, revealing a cool gaze. Her straight nose and sexy red lips complemented each other perfectly—this "Pan Meichen" was absolutely stunning! What a beautiful girl! "Excuse my bluntness, but I think you look remarkably like Pan Meichen. When I got on the bus, I saw you and thought I was lucky enough to see my idol today, really! But then I realized she shouldn't be as tall as you. Has no one told you you look like her?" She looked at me in surprise, "Oh? Is that so...?" My intuition told me that she was already confused by my sudden opening line, and she had already stepped into my trap. As long as she responded, my chances of winning her over were very high. I quickly continued, "Please don't worry, I have no ill intentions or ulterior motives. It's just that you look so much like Pan Meichen, and out of curiosity, I mustered up the courage to talk to you. If you really are my idol, I will definitely ask you to sign an autograph for me, because I like her so much. I'm glad you didn't call me a pervert, otherwise I would have lost face in front of so many people." After saying that, I smiled slightly at her. At that moment, a look of joy and shyness appeared on her face as I praised her. She said apologetically, "I don't think I look like it, but some friends have mentioned it." And just like that, the most difficult first hurdle was passed smoothly. She told me she was 23 years old, worked in an underground shopping mall in Shanghai, selling things. She took the subway to work every day, working two shifts, and today was the night shift from 12:30 to 20:30. She said her hobbies included watching movies and eating snacks. She couldn't sing but loved listening to music. Her social circle was small; she didn't have many friends, wasn't very sociable, and when she rested at home, she usually listened to music and occasionally went shopping… Of course, I wanted to glean a lot of important information from our conversation.99re Hot Videos - Only the Best Here, so I can control the overall situation later. During our conversation, to leave a good impression on her, I was cautious, keeping my eyes straight ahead, not daring to reveal even the slightest hint of my inner thoughts. My tone was sincere, my demeanor generous, and I added my own unique humor. Her heart was about to be won over, haha. My intuition told me that she already had feelings for me and trusted me to a certain extent, which was what I hoped for. To get her contact information, I pretended to accompany her to the entrance of her workplace, handed her my card, and sincerely told her that in this vast world, meeting is fate, and I was very happy to meet her. But in the end, I didn't get her phone number from her, nor did I ask for it. We parted ways just like that. On the way back alone, I walked and pondered whether I should ask for her phone number. After thinking it over, I decided that not asking would give me a better chance. First, she wouldn't think I had any ulterior motives, and second, it was a classic case of feigning indifference to lure her in. Yes, I believed she would contact me. I'm just that optimistic and confident. The following Friday afternoon, my phone rang—"Hello? Is this xxx?" "Yes, who is this?" "I'm the person on the subway who looks like your idol, haha, do you remember me?" This surprise made my heart flutter. We arranged a time and place to have dinner together. I chose a hot pot restaurant near Guohua Shopping Mall, just a few minutes' walk from my place. My apartment was lent to me by a relative a year ago when I was working. It's a small one-bedroom apartment, but I've decorated it with a lot of style. As you can imagine, it's a typical "hotbed," where I've spent passionate nights with many beautiful women. Seeing her again, she was still as beautiful as ever, and her strong personality was irresistible. During dinner, she spoke very little, just as she said, she was not good at socializing. However, she appreciated every topic I brought up and talked about with great interest. Dinner proceeded pleasantly in an atmosphere dominated by my teasing. Little did she know that I had already figured her out completely during our first conversation, and of course, all the topics were things she was interested in. Hehe! As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." A wise saying indeed! After dinner, I invited her to my place for tea, telling her that I lived alone and it was very convenient. She hesitated for a moment, then readily accepted. On the way, I bought her some fruit. This meticulous care made me feel like a model husband. How ridiculous! Do you think it's easy for me to sleep with a beautiful woman?! After arriving at my place, we both took off our coats. I washed the fruit for her and even performed my special talent of playing and singing on the guitar (I was a famous love song prince in college). Accompanied by the beautiful and melodious strings, one tender love song after another echoed in the air and drifted into her heart. Finally, I sang her "All the Way With You," and the whole room fell silent. I didn't receive applause, but when I noticed her eyes were fixed on me, I knew she would give me much more than applause. We sat side by side on the edge of the bed, and she leaned against my chest like a little bird, her hand gently gesturing for me. To be honest, she was absolutely gorgeous, especially when her long, flowing hair covered her eyes. At that moment, her usually cold and strong gaze was replaced by a tenderness welling up inside her, making her incredibly captivating. I really wanted to know what she was like during lovemaking. I gently kissed her face and then moved to her lips. Her lips were so hot, almost melting me. Her slightly fleshy lips were fragrant and sensual, full of mature feminine allure. We kissed like that; our tongues intertwined; our chests pressed tightly together. I asked her if she could stay the night, but she didn't answer and instead buried her head deep in my chest. "Could you turn off the light? I feel a little uncomfortable!" she pleaded shyly. After showering, she groped her way to my bedside by the moonlight. Her white underwear contrasted sharply with the dim light of the room. My heart was filled with longing for what lay beneath that white underwear. Naked and waiting under the covers, I felt my burning desire surge through me, splitting into two streams, rushing towards my heart and my genitals. In an instant, it became so hard, sending shivers of lust through me. I lifted the covers and slowly pulled her into my arms, gently enjoying her lips. One hand encircled her neck, while the other caressed her back. I placed one leg between hers, lifting it upwards to press against her vulva. This provocative action was sure to arouse her desire. Sure enough, she slightly parted her legs and let out a soft moan: delicate and feminine, like heavenly music. My leg rubbed against her vulva, which was soft and warm. I then removed her white bra, revealing the breasts I had long awaited. More precisely, her breasts were bouncy, incredibly large and sexy. My 1.8-meter-tall hand could only cover the top half. While rubbing them, I teased her nipples with my fingers; they were soft and not yet erect with blood. My mouth left her lips and moved to her right breast, kissing it repeatedly. I put her nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, slowly rotating the tip to sway it, occasionally sucking, savoring the delicate nipple gradually rising and hardening in my mouth. Her breathing quickened, and she began to make soft moaning sounds... Mmm... Mmm... Lying on her breasts, I could clearly hear her heartbeat of desire. This feeling was so beautiful, hard to describe in words. Her body exuded the scent of bath gel, and all the allure of niniqu.dom tempted me relentlessly to possess every corner of her upper body with my thirsty lips. "You know what? Beautiful lady, since our last meeting, my heart has been filled with you. I think I might have fallen in love with you," I said, kissing her collarbone. In the dark room, we ignited the sparks of desire within us. My hand slipped under her white panties, tracing the thick forest of desire along her smooth, delicate abdomen, reaching the long-awaited destination. She didn't show any restraint but instead parted her legs to welcome the pleasure I brought her. Her labia majora were thick and incredibly sexy, as alluring as her lips. Her labia minora curled up within them, thin and tender. My hand told me that her entire vulva was completely soaked in love juice. It was the first time I had ever encountered a woman so wet. The moment my middle finger slid upwards from the vaginal opening, I could clearly feel the ripples of love juice I had created. The overflowing love juices excited me immensely. My penis instantly hardened like a rock, unusually long and thick, as if it were about to burst. I longed to thrust freely into her honeyed depths. I told myself I had to endure, I had to capture her climax tonight… My fingers wandered through her “river of love,” occasionally venturing into her wetness. How could she bear such repeated movements? Her moans grew louder and louder, even becoming somewhat hoarse. The moment I touched her clitoris, her clenched fist suddenly gripped my penis, stroking it incessantly, while her other hand gripped my chest tightly. Her clitoris, like my penis, was large and hard, becoming exceptionally prominent as I rubbed it with her love juices. I sensed she was on the verge of climax, about to lose control. I rolled over and straddled her; a silent war was about to begin. This straddle felt completely different; we were almost the same height! I felt like I was riding a magnificent foreign horse; whether I could tame her was already a question mark in my mind. I held my penis and rubbed it between her slits a few times, then gently inserted it into her opening. Warmth and moisture immediately assaulted my penis, making me shudder involuntarily. As I thrust in, her arms hugged me tightly, her legs instinctively closing together. With each thrust and penetration, her moans turned into cries of pleasure, even more enticing and arousing... Ah... Mmm...I lifted my head to kiss her, kneading her breasts forcefully with one hand, increasing the speed of my penis thrusting. I could clearly hear the "sizzling" sounds coming from her vagina, along with the sounds of our lovemaking: the sounds of the bed, the moans, the impacts—all audible; you were wet, I was wet, sex was a constant concern. After about five minutes, she climaxed, crying out in a mixture of pain and excitement. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her hips rising and falling to meet my fierce assault. Her fingers, gripping my back, almost dug into my flesh. I thrust my penis into her honeypot with all my might, each stroke hard and precise, each one a complete annihilation. I could feel her intense climax: gushes of hot fluid spraying onto my glans, about twenty times, lasting for about a minute. I told myself I absolutely mustn't ejaculate now, to persevere, to persevere, even though my own desire was burning. I was drenched in sweat. Taking advantage of her closing her eyes and catching her breath, I rested for a while, cooling down my urge to ejaculate. "Shall we try a different position?" I said smugly. "Can you be gentle? You're too good, I can't take it anymore!" Her reply was full of provocation. Without waiting for her approval, I turned on the wall lamp, lifted the blanket, pulled her up, and switched to the doggy style, starting a new round of fierce attacks. I grabbed her full, round buttocks tightly. In the light, I saw how white and large her buttocks were. The curves of her entire body were laid bare before my eyes, incredibly sexy, incredibly perfect. Because of the missionary position, her vaginal fluid had flowed past her anus and reached her tailbone, milky white and thick, thicker than a man's semen. My "bullet" was also stimulated by the sight before it was loaded into the "chamber." My penis thrust wildly in and out of her vagina, as if I wanted to fuck her through. My pubic hair was completely soaked with her love juices, which carried the unique scent of a woman's secretions. Her buttocks were plump and elastic, and despite the overwhelming force of my thrusts, she didn't feel any pain. I kept fucking her, letting the sweat flow freely; she kept moaning, letting her juices overflow. I smeared the juices she left on her buttocks with her plump buttocks, and the juices that flowed down her thighs onto her breasts. In this way, her whole body was covered in juices, and my hands were covered in juices. After about fifteen minutes, I couldn't hold on any longer. My semen pounded against my glans, accompanied by the sounds of lovemaking and her moans. I suddenly pulled out my penis, ejaculating my pent-up semen completely onto her buttocks, back, and hair. After that night, we had sex three more times, and each time I drove her wild. The second time... She told me she had five orgasms that night. Actually, she was the kind of woman who was like a slut in bed, not reserved at all, very open, and I almost couldn't handle it. I clearly remember that the last time we made love was in the morning. I was fast asleep when I felt someone playing with my penis. When I opened my eyes, I found her giving me oral sex. Because I was too sleepy, I couldn't get into the best state for sex, so I used three fingers and my penis at the same time to push her to orgasm. A week later, I distanced myself from her. She sensed it and cried, asking me why. If you didn't want to be friends long-term, why did you say so many sweet words when we met...? I was very honest. I told her I didn't say anything false, and that what I said was for what I had done for her... Even now, I still think of her occasionally, and I hope she is happy! An older brother once told me that a man should enjoy his life while he is young and energetic, otherwise, when he gets older, he will find that he is not up to the task. But while it's fun to play around, you absolutely mustn't let your own feelings get involved, because men can't afford to play with emotions.

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