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I've known a flight attendant for a long time. She occasionally flies to the US, always staying with the team and returning home every night. So, we've only met a few times and had dinner together a few times. I feel she's a rather aloof beauty, someone with a story and worries. But her model-like figure is a sight I've always unconsciously admired.

It was winter, and that was our first time. Before she came, she chatted with me on MSN, saying she was always bored with the team and this time she was staying for five days, wanting to go out and have some fun. I assumed it meant hanging out, maybe some clubs, or the beach. I even teased her, saying, "There's also Strips dance, a place for men, I doubt you'd want to go." (Actually, I've taken female companions there before, I'll tell you about that later.) She said it sounded good, and she wanted to see it too (I'm not surprised, women often have a secretly sexy side, which is good, a charming character). I said no, the women there are all too sexy, you'll be jealous. She snorted. I didn't say anything more, afraid of scaring her away. In the end, she decided to go to Vegas and stay overnight. She told the group she was visiting relatives. So I booked a hotel.

When I met her, I saw a slightly impulsive smile on her face. She was dressed very fashionably; her legs and hips, encased in jeans, were the best sight of the day. We started chatting along the way, discussing the itinerary. In the afternoon, we'd go shopping, then have dinner, then visit the casinos (on the Strips—the main street; each casino is a large hotel, a tourist attraction), then go to a club, and then go back to sleep.

I kept telling her that since we were going out to have fun, she should relax and not be too shy, so she could fully enjoy herself. Otherwise, she'd waste the opportunity. This was very important. Actually, I had two points: one was to really relax and have fun, and the other was that if everyone was on the same page, friends with benefits, and had a wild and enjoyable time together, it was a kind of enjoyment in our youth.

First, we went to the forum shops at Caesars Palace. Everything there was high-end and expensive, but my younger brother still bought her a cashmere scarf to cheer her up.

After dinner, we visited several large hotels. The fountain at the Bellagio (the one inside Ocean Eleven) is still beautiful every time I see it. I asked her if she wanted to see a show or strips dance (I said it was a joke, but I knew she might be interested. Strange, I've met many women who do this). Actually, I thought for a first visit, we should see a proper show, even if it's topless. In the end, she said she wanted to go to the strips. Wow, the women there were really sexy, and their makeup was excellent. (I prefer Asian women. Their skin is better; foreigners' skin is rougher than mine.) Seeing her so engrossed, I comforted her, saying that her natural features and qualities were better than theirs. She gave me a strange smile. I insisted on booking her a private lap dance. She initially refused. I directly called a sexy stripper and told her, "My friend is way too shy, but she's so gay, she's so into it. Just give her a lap. Be gentle and horny babe, she loves it. Make sure to turn her on, I'll take care of the rest." (They have to shout in your ear to speak inside, and my friend's English isn't good.) After saying that, I smiled and gave her a very generous tip. The woman then took her hand and led her to an inner room (this was all just flirting and dancing, nothing more). She looked at me in surprise, and I said, "Since you're here, give it a try, relax. Don't worry, I'm here, there's no danger." I waited for her to come out on the dance floor alone. Several strippers came over one after another to ask me questions, and finally I found an Asian one, very sexy, gave her a tip, and said, "Just give me some hippy hop here." She rubbed against me. That ass was really sexy. You can touch a woman's butt; her skin is truly a gift from the god. Even through her jeans, I got hard (my penis is a bit on the larger side for an Asian, 15.3 cm, which I'm quite satisfied with). Because I paid a good amount, the stripper noticed my erection and smiled at me, rubbing her butt against me even harder. I grabbed her buttocks tightly with my hands (that's all I could do; I couldn't do anything more, there was security).

After a while, I said, "Oh holy babe, hold on, I almost came." Actually, it was still early; I just wanted to say something exciting to flirt, thinking it would be more thrilling that way. That's when she came out. She smiled when she saw me. After the stripper left, I asked her, "How was it?" She said, "Not bad, she really knows how to dance, very alluring, very sexy." I said, "You didn't get aroused by her choices, did you?" Haha. She laughed loudly and said, "No, you did get aroused, didn't you?" I said, "That stripper insisted on dancing for me, I didn't mind, but I felt bad refusing her, after all, she's making money. I just let her choose a few." "I just felt my jeans were too tight after the dance." We both laughed after saying that. (Anyway, we're both adults, so these kinds of jokes aren't too much; they even added a touch of flirting.) As we were leaving, I deliberately said, "Wait, let me catch my breath." I couldn't help it, it was a physiological reaction. My brain wasn't processing it. She smiled, pursing her lips. (Actually, the jeans didn't really matter, but I like those subtle, teasing moments before the real action.) After we left, in the car, I asked her again, "Did you really like it?" She shyly hummed in agreement. I continued, "Even though they do this kind of work, women really need to be multifaceted. Having these sexy poses and movements is very alluring. Don't think it's shameful; it's not at all. Be serious at work, but when enjoying life, let your feminine charm shine." She listened without saying anything. I felt I was slowly opening her up. (But I think that's really life. Women need to know how to be sexy; it's not something you can learn, it's about awakening that inner strength. A real woman is one who can work, live, and be sexy.)

Afterwards, we went to a nightclub. Some of the women there were practically naked. Everyone was dancing and drinking wildly. I ordered a shot of B52 for the two of us, and then an apple martini for her. You have to shout to talk here, and after shouting for a while, we were both in good spirits and started dancing. She was really into it too. She said she'd been to clubs in China. I held her waist from behind and watched her wiggle her hips. Her hips weren't as perky as some foreigners', but because she was tall, had wide hips, and was thin, her hips were big. Just what I like most. Her waist was very flexible. As we danced, her hips would accidentally bump against my big cock. Later, I realized she didn't mind at all. So I kept my hips against hers, one hand on her lower abdomen as I danced. Maybe it was the alcohol. She didn't seem bothered; on the contrary, after dancing for a while, she turned around, put her hand on my shoulder, and laughed as she danced. I was a little embarrassed. I pulled my waist back a bit. But she danced even more energetically, so I put one hand directly on her buttocks. Even though she was wearing jeans, they were still soft and elastic. With each climax of the DJ, we completely let loose (although I knew I couldn't go too far), recklessly thrusting our hips against hers and twisting together. What excited me most was that she also grabbed my buttocks and thrust her hips against me. Her gaze was fixed on my hot, erect penis inside my jeans! After a while, we'd danced enough. She needed to go to the bathroom. I said okay, but she said let's go back to the hotel, it's close by, she'd need to use the bathroom soon. So

we went back. We calmed down a bit and bought some food and beer at a convenience store on the way.

Our hotel was also on this main street. The room had two queen-size beds. The view from the window was of Vegas at night. I said, "Are you tired? Take a shower and go to sleep." She said she didn't want to sleep yet; she was jet-lagged from flying here. After showering, we could either chat or she could watch TV; we still had food to eat anyway. I said okay.

The room was hot, so I took off my shirt, leaving only my jeans, and went to the shower room (I'm not very tall, about 1.77m without shoes, but because I exercise regularly, I'm in pretty good shape—good abs, good waist muscles, and especially a perky butt, which I'm very confident in). After showering, I was only wearing my underwear—Celvin Klein bikini-style men's underwear, very small and tight. My big penis was already at its peak, the lines clearly visible. I had a towel and other clothes in my hands. I put the clothes on the floor beside the bed, dried my hair with the towel, and sat down in bed. I won't go into the restlessness I felt at that moment; I wonder what she was thinking. When I came out, she was watching TV. I pretended nothing was wrong and told her to go shower. She agreed, grabbed a small bag, and went inside. The room was dimly lit, and I watched TV under the covers. I was so excited. There was a slight sense of unfamiliarity, and the pre-contact thrill was wonderful. A little while later, she came out. She was also wrapped in a towel, and her long, freshly washed hair was incredibly sexy. Her breasts were of medium size, and her skin was flawless. Suddenly, she told me she'd washed her underwear, dried it, and hung it in the bathroom, asking if I minded. I pretended to be calm and casually replied, continuing to watch TV. She went to the window, took something out of her bag, and put it on herself. It was dark there, but I have good eyesight, so I saw it was underwear. Then she came over and sat on the edge of her bed facing me. I started having all sorts of wild thoughts. Why didn't she take her underwear inside to change? Was she deliberately showing it to me? Damn it. I told myself to stop speculating. What happened next? I admit I had lustful thoughts, but since we were friends, I wouldn't force anything if nothing happened. I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere.

She was sitting on her bed, still wrapped in a bath towel. I asked her if she wanted something to eat. So, we chatted over beer. We talked about adult topics, our pasts. I like to joke, and she kept laughing. As we chatted, when we were about to exchange food, she said, "Why don't you sit over here? It'll be easier to talk and eat that way." I said okay. Then I realized I wasn't wearing underwear. I said, "Oh, wait a minute, I'm naked right now, I'll go put some on." She was slightly surprised and laughed, saying I was disgusting. I said, "No way, I'm used to sleeping naked, it's comfortable, and this bed is quite comfortable, it would be a waste not to sleep naked." She said, "Then sit under the covers." I said, "Turn around, or close your eyes." She said, "Who wants to see?" I pulled the covers back, covered myself with my hand, and went over with my butt sticking out. She moved to the side, then got off the bed on the other side, grabbed a tank top, took off the bath towel, and put on the tank top. That's when I saw that she was wearing a thong, royal blue. Holy crap, that ass!!! She turned around and sat down in the blankets too. I asked her if she had a good time tonight. She said, "Yeah, it was pretty exciting. I didn't expect that the stripper dancing on me would get me excited too." I said, "Oh, no wonder you had to change your underwear." She laughed and said, "You're so annoying." Her smile was already starting to become seductive. Later she said she had just walked too much and was a little tired. Her legs were a little sore. I immediately said, "Really? Do you want me to give you a massage?" She said, "Really? Do you know how?" I said, "No, absolutely no problem." (I'm really considerate of women. I used to massage my ex-girlfriends, of course, it was a proper massage with a touch of eroticism.) She said okay. I had her lie face down while I turned off the bedside lamp, turned on a corner lamp, and changed the TV to an MTV channel. I was completely naked the whole time, and my big dick was sticking up really high. I admit I did it on purpose so she could see, even though the light was dim. (My little brother's penis was very white, and the head wasn't dark either, leaning towards pink. It looked clean and wasn't scary to look at.)

When I got back to bed, I pulled back the covers and said, "Won't it be too heavy for me to sit on you?" She said, "You're not fat, it shouldn't be heavy." Actually, I knew that the romantic scene could unfold at any moment. But I still preferred to take it slow; the subtle changes and feelings during the process were no less than real intercourse, a different kind of enjoyment for the soul

. Looking at that sexy buttocks, everything was clearly visible except for a thin line in the middle. I still tried my best to control my wild side. Actually, I really wanted to lean in and smell it, to kiss it. (I always feel that beautiful women are never dirty.) So I sat on her buttocks and thighs. My warm testicles were between her thighs and buttocks. Of course, she knew, but neither of us said anything. At first, I really gave her a good massage, and she started to moan comfortably, but this was the real comfort of a massage. I massaged for quite a long time, her shoulders, neck, back, arms, waist, and legs. (I felt that making a woman feel comfortable was a kind of enjoyment; seeing and hearing it made me feel especially good.) Then I started massaging her buttocks. Oh my god. It was less of a massage and more of a playful act. I slowly kneaded her sexy buttocks, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. Sometimes I deliberately pinched her buttocks apart, making her feel like her vagina was being unintentionally pulled open. She couldn't take it anymore; I could hear her moans becoming weak. I continued, circling around, making her feel like her vagina was being pulled open. Although it was dark, I could already see her labia peeking out of her thong while I was kneading, and she seemed to enjoy it. I asked her if it felt good. She hummed twice. At this point, I noticed that her buttocks started to wriggle uncontrollably.

I thought she must be feeling uncomfortable and wanted more caresses. So, I pinched harder, and her labia opened wider and wider, the thong almost completely inside. I could see her moist bud. I sat down and started caressing her back and shoulder blades. This time it wasn't a massage; it was purely caressing. I gently used my fingernails to slowly sweep down her shoulders, back, and all the way to her buttocks. Even with just a few strokes, her body twisted and trembled, her panting and moans telling me she was about to break down. Then I said, "Could I pull your panties down a little? It's uncomfortable stuck here." She said "Mmm." So I took the opportunity to pull her thong down to her calves. She readily took off her panties. I then lay on top of her and slowly licked her ears, neck, and shoulders with my tongue, gently biting with my teeth as I did so… her back, sides, all the way down to her buttocks, kissing back and forth several times. I stroked her back for a while, saying I'd massaged her thighs. This time, I only massaged the inner thighs. I told her to stick her buttocks up a little. She obediently did so. My fingers pretended to accidentally brush against her clitoris. And while pinching her thighs, I used my fingers to massage her clitoris back and forth. She was already exhausted. As I massaged her, her buttocks kept wriggling, actually trying to press her clitoris tightly against my hand. Moreover, her buttocks were sticking up higher and higher, almost like the position of an old man pushing a cart. Her entire vulva and anus were presented before me.

Seeing her, that slowly melting, seductive allure, I was incredibly excited. My cock was already drooling, slowly dripping onto her calves. She reached out and grabbed my cock. She said, "You're so naughty, I've never felt this good before." Panting, she stroked my cock and balls, smearing her saliva on the head of my cock, playing with it slippery. At this point, I simply started playing with her clitoris, using all my best techniques. The music video on TV was gone; her moans gradually loosened, becoming completely unrestrained. I said, "Scream, just like that. If it feels good, scream. Tonight I'm yours, enjoy my service." (I like to say a lot of dirty talk during sex, not really dirty, just very provocative things, I won't go into details here.) Hearing what I said, she screamed completely unrestrained. I told her not to move, and slowly moved my mouth closer to hers. She flinched at first, then said, "No." I said domineeringly, "Don't move, just enjoy it." I gently slapped her buttocks and continued to savor her clitoris. Her clitoris, her petals—I used every inch of her body with all my might, swirling my tongue, teasing, sucking, and gently biting with my teeth (this is recommended: gently biting her clitoris will make her feel very comfortable; never use force! Hehe, free experience). Because she was truly a beauty, and had already showered, my tongue slowly moved upwards, teasing her anus. She cried out, and I said, "No, don't move, don't move, close your eyes, just enjoy it." Finally, after a frenzied assault on her clitoris, she came. One hand grabbed my testicles, the other gripped the sheet. That posture, the cry, the trembling—wow, the most beautiful sight in the world! At this point, I could clearly see that her buttocks were truly beautiful, without even any marks from sitting on them. Her clitoris and anus were already soaking wet.

She hesitated for a moment, and I waited for her to calm down before gently kissing her clitoris again. I lay down next to her and asked, "Are you comfortable?" She slowly lowered her raised buttocks and said, "Hmm, I can see her face is red." I said, "Then what are we going to do about this hard thing?" I said, "It's okay, I'll just abort it myself, or wait for it to rest on its own." Hehe. She smiled and said, "I've never felt so good, you almost killed me." I said, "Do you want more? I like it..." (Another barrage of provocative and vulgar words, but under the Party, that's a sacred decree.) I know women are multiple orgasms. She stroked my large penis with her hand while French kissing me. We kissed for a long time, then she rolled onto me. Slowly, she began kissing my body, ears, chest, belly button... I turned her body around, and she lay on top of me with her buttocks facing me, slowly licking me. My mouth and hands weren't idle either, holding her large buttocks. I served her again with the best technique. She became more and more excited as she licked. I slowly raised my legs, and she seemed to understand, slowly licking from my testicles down. At that moment, I couldn't help but cry out…

Then, she turned around and continued kissing me, grabbing my large penis with one hand. I suddenly calmed down and said, "Wait, I'll bring a condom." My wallet already had one. Even if I didn't necessarily have a chance to use it, it was better to be safe than sorry. She still flipped over and sat on top of me. We both cried out simultaneously. She was very proactive on top, and I kept encouraging her, telling her to loosen up a bit. She was on top, twisting her waist back and forth forcefully. This was my favorite way for a woman to be on top. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breasts. I gently pinched her nipples back and forth. She couldn't take it anymore, moving more and more wildly. I sat up and frantically sucked on her nipples. Her breasts were medium-sized, but very tender and firm, and her nipples were also very erect. I supported her back with one hand and touched her buttocks with the other, my fingers still fiddling with her anus, because it was already wet. Very slippery. However, I didn't penetrate her because some girls experience pain. I didn't want to hurt her. She hooked one arm around my neck and reached behind me to touch my testicles with the other. After a period of intense activity, I saw she was very engrossed, and I felt the climax approaching, so I immediately told her to stop and change positions. At first, she said no, feeling like she was close to climaxing. But I wanted to prolong the night a bit longer. So, we tried several positions (I won't go into details here), said a lot of teasing things, and she became more open, responding to whatever I said. In the end, I had her on top, saying it would make it easier for her to climax that way. Finally, we both came. Not completely at the same time, I came first, letting out a roar. Because we had been going at it for a long time and were very satisfied, my climax lasted longer. Just before I finished, she also came. Wow, it was another addictive scene. I was really happy that she came on top of me, and I had a lot of fun. Plus, I made her climax twice, so I felt she must be quite satisfied with the trip.

After saying a few gentle words, we went to sleep.

We did it again the next morning. I woke up early this morning, and I was particularly interested in the way women look when they're just waking up, transitioning from a hazy state to aroused. I'm not going to write anymore this time; damn, I've never written anything this long before. I'm tired. If you guys are interested, I'll write again next time.

After Vegas, I took her back home, letting her off the bus quite a distance away, saying it wouldn't be good if her team saw.

As she left, she asked me, "Don't you want to find a girlfriend now that you're single?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "I do want to find someone I'm satisfied with, but some people only come once or twice a year." She smiled and said, "You're lying." Then she went back.

Perhaps we both understand that this kind of relationship is hard to maintain, perhaps she didn't believe I really liked her and thought I was just playing around. Actually, I wrote her a letter later, really wanting to pursue her. But I'm not 19 anymore; I have to think about practical matters. Later, she stopped flying to America and flew to Europe instead, and we didn't contact each other for a long time.

Sometimes I think about it and feel very lost… There are many reasons. Life isn't just about momentary pleasure and enjoyment; as we grow up, we need to consider responsibilities and reality more.

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