The Crazy Night with a Post-90s Tour Guide at the Summer Palace (Short Story by boygirls)

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[A Crazy Night with a Post-90s Tour Guide at the Summer Palace] [Short Story] [Author: boygirls]
The defining characteristics of girls born in the 1990s are their boldness in love and action, and their lack of constraints. They also enjoy life. I've worked with several women who claimed to be born in the 1990s, but their professional traits were so obvious that they lacked any real distinction. It wasn't until I met a tour guide born in the 1990s that I gained a deeper understanding of this generation.
In 2010, my trading partner's company had several important clients, who, to be honest, were Japanese. A friend asked me if I could arrange a two-day trip to Beijing. Since I'm quite familiar with Beijing, we're all from Northeast China, and we have a lot of business cooperation. Besides, these Japanese guys were involved in a project plan of my company at the time. So I arranged for them to go to Beijing, visit the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, and try Beijing's local snacks.
All of that was fine, but the problem was that I only knew how to say thank you and goodbye; I didn't understand any Japanese, and they barely spoke Chinese either. So I asked a friend to have his secretary accompany me for a day. But the next day, the secretary couldn't come, so I had to bite the bullet and go to the Summer Palace.
The Summer Palace is very large, and the Japanese seem to value these cultural sites, like the Tower of Buddhist Incense and Longevity Hill. Unfortunately, these things are completely incomprehensible without a guide, and there are no audio guides in the park. At my wit's end, I asked a staff member if they knew any guides who spoke Japanese, and surprisingly, they did. So they found two, and I chose the one who looked rather cute to be my guide—I don't know why.
I even gave her a 200 yuan tip. Overall, it was a very pleasant and smooth experience; the Japanese guy was very satisfied, and they were chatting away, I couldn't quite place what they were discussing. Later, I learned that this young tour guide was from Heilongjiang, had been working there for almost a year, and was a post-90s generation. This young tour guide was quite shrewd.
The tour guide uniform was rather baggy, making her look even thinner and smaller, but she was very cute, lively, and expressive. I even took a picture of her. During this time, I also ran into one of her colleagues, who was complaining about not meeting her sales target for the tourist maps. I generously bought six tourist maps, a brochure about the Summer Palace, and some books about the Qing Dynasty imperial family, for about three or four hundred yuan. She felt particularly apologetic but also quite touched.
We exchanged phone numbers later, and since we were both from Northeast China, we felt a sense of kinship. That evening, we had dinner near the Nikko Hotel and invited her to join us. I explained that I did need her help with translation and asked if she could spare some time. The young woman shared an apartment with her colleague.
I suggested we come together, but my companion couldn't make it. I happened to see some photos on her phone; the girl was quite pretty, a little chubby. But let's leave that aside for now.
Dinner that evening was also pleasant. She translated everything the Japanese had said for me, and I thought she was much better than the secretary from yesterday. Although the tour guide's Japanese was only so-so, she had a great personality and could even drink a little, which helped liven up the atmosphere. I could clearly feel two Japanese guys leering at her. The tour guide was wearing a low-cut t-shirt with a vest over it, and I could vaguely see her small but perky breasts.
After dinner, we went to karaoke. The tour guide, after considering it, went along too. The karaoke room wasn't very big. I was next to her, and sometimes we could hold hands or pat each other's backs. I could also faintly smell a faint fragrance on her. Suddenly, I felt aroused and got hard. She, on the other hand, was having a lot of fun, singing and playing dice. I, however, was feeling quite uncomfortable and really wanted to drag her into the bathroom and do it right there.
We sang until almost 10 o'clock, then went back because we had to catch an early flight the next day. When I paid the bill, I bought her a big pink plush toy, I think it was a rabbit or a bear, I forget, just as a gift for her. It cost over 200 yuan, but she was surprisingly happy and even hugged me quickly. Damn, I thought to myself at the time...
Back at the hotel tonight, I'm definitely going to find a girl to have some fun with. Getting a taxi was difficult; we took two cars, and she ended up having to hitch a ride to the subway station. I felt it was getting late, so I politely offered to take her home later. But, being the straightforward person I am from Northeast China, she said that was too much trouble, that it would be too late for me to go home, and that I'd have to get up early tomorrow. I said it was okay, the roads weren't congested at night, and it would be quick. So, after settling my girlfriend upstairs, I took a taxi with her to take her home.
After arriving, we made several turns before I escorted her to the building entrance. I suddenly said, "SS (I'll call you that for short), thank you so much today. It's not because you accompanied our guest, but because you made me feel young again. I haven't been this happy in a long time. I probably won't see you again. It must be tough for you in Beijing, so young. Take care." She was surprisingly moved, putting her plush toy aside and hugging me, her body trembling slightly. Later I learned that she had been having some troubles at work, and my words had upset her.
That was the end of it. But two weeks later, I received a message from her, something like asking how I was doing, if I was busy, and to drink less. I didn't really reply, just gave a brief reply. I also sent her two jokes to cheer her up and complimented her on her looks. She then messaged me on WeChat every few days, sometimes with photos.
A month later, I went to Beijing to see a client. After finishing, I planned to return, but I couldn't book a flight. So I stayed another night. In the afternoon, I went to the Dongdan Bookstore and picked out a few books. The girl texted me. Since I had nothing else to do, I found a quiet place to sit and chatted with her. I basically said I missed her and hoped we could visit the Seventeen-Arch Bridge together again, sing songs, and so on. Then she said, "If only you were here with me right now." I asked how much she missed me. She said she missed me very, very, very much.
I said, "Then let me kiss you." She got shy, so I said, "Listen carefully," and then kissed the phone. I said, "This is a kiss on your cheek," then another, and said, "This is your little hand..." Finally, I said, "This is your little mouth," and then asked her where she wanted to kiss me. The little girl was probably touched too; I told her to kiss me, and she did. I said, "Then wait for me, I'll take a plane to see you." It's only an hour from Shenyang to Beijing, and including the airport commute, it'll only take three hours. I said, "I'm going to the airport now, let's have dinner together tonight," and she exclaimed, "I really love you to death!" Her joy was overflowing.
I went back to the hotel, texted her that I'd arrived at the airport and was about to board, then tidied up, took a shower, and rested until around 6 PM. I called her and asked her to find a place for me; I'd come directly from the airport. I won't go into the details. We went to a restaurant that wasn't really Chinese, but thankfully it was quiet. We ate and chatted, and even drank a bottle of Great Wall red wine. I told her I was going back early the next morning because I had a meeting at work, but I could spend the rest of the night with her. The whole dinner was very enjoyable, and I felt a little restless, like I was reliving the feeling of dating back in my school days.
After we finished eating, I suggested she come to my place, but she suddenly seemed hesitant. I accompanied her shopping for a while and bought her two outfits. While she was trying them on, I saw her panties under her skirt, and I got an erection again. I suddenly thought I should do something tonight and deal with things later. She's only 20, not a minor, so there shouldn't be any serious consequences. So, I said I was a little tired and wanted to find a hotel to rest for a while.
She said, "If I don't go back tonight, I can stay with you. But my colleagues at the office are worried, and they'll find out if anything happens." I said, "Then just say a friend from your hometown is visiting, and you want to come see them. It's too late, and the subway isn't running, so it's inconvenient." She still didn't think it was a good idea. Later, she suggested that we bring that girl along, and go to Guijie for dinner. That way, even if it's late, we'd have company. I agreed and said we should find a place to rest first, otherwise it'd be hard to find a hotel later. So we found a hotel nearby and booked a room.
进屋后，也许是有点酒精的作用，她小脸红扑扑的，我让她坐下来，烧了点水。然后就把她抱住了，把头伸进她的头发里，深深的唿吸。又抚摸她的背，然后抚摸她的腿，问她凉不凉，五月份北京天气还不算太热。她的腿很滑，我他妈的又硬了。然后就亲了她的脸，最后两人就吻起来了。90后小丫头，一点都不示弱，舌头伸进我的嘴里，上下挑逗，我也来了激情，就把她放到床上，压了下去，模仿做爱男上女下的姿势，亲她的脖子，
抚摸她的胸，她的胸罩是很薄的那种，我隔着摸到了两团嫩肉，竟然比我想像的大。然后又在她腿上，两腿间抚摸。但我克制住了，没有进一步行动。我说，你真可爱，我都忍不住了。然后用下面的肉棒在她腿上顶了一下
，她哈哈大笑。我佯怒，就把手伸进她的上衣，抓住了乳房，捏了起来。她唿吸沉重起来，有点喘息。我捏她乳头，虽然小，但有点硬了，她喉咙里哼哼了两声，就闭上眼了。我一直在想，她还是不是处女，我上了她，会有什么后果
大概嬉戏了半个小时，我把她扶起来，让她给那个同事打电话。说家里来朋友了，她现在去接，今晚一起出去玩，在哪哪会合，那小丫头可能也是闲得难受，很痛快就答应了。
我心里一阵高兴，又亲又摸了一阵，这时我发现她的内裤中间好像有点潮湿了，于是我一边亲她，一边伸进去，把细小的绒毛分开，摸到了那条缝。的确是出水了，但不多。我又用手掌按了按她的阴阜，享受了一下与阴毛摩擦的感觉，手指在她会阴轻轻的按摩，不时带一下小逼，或者肛门，她腿绷得很紧，有时还哆嗦一下。
时间差不多了，我们就去簋街，在一家什么小龙虾吃了饭，她那个同居的同事很快就到了，果真是个小美女，但是说话的声音不好听，有点像周迅。也不管那些了，我们喝了六七瓶啤酒，因为红酒劲还没过，也喝不动了。边聊边吃，很快就11点了，
地铁没有了，打车还挺远，我说不然去我那吧，我说给她从东北老家带了点东西。那个同事叫希希，ss说那就去吧，希希也没多想就同意了。我说，如果太晚了，你们就住那里，我再开个房间。
到了酒店，我们又玩了一会牌。一点多了，她俩也困了，我说我去再开个房间，那个希希竟然主动说，那个太浪费了。我忘了跟大家说，我住的是个豪华单间，一张大床，旁边还有一个长沙发，
类似罗汉床那样的。我说那我睡沙发。于是我就去卫生间洗漱冲澡。然后光着膀子披着浴巾出来了，我一本正经的说让她们也去冲冲，然后赶快睡觉。ss就让希希先去了，我趁着空，又大上其手，玩了一小会儿，因为希希很快就出来，我俩都有些紧张，像偷情一样。
希希出来时，穿着酒店的睡衣，显然是大了一些，前胸露出了乳沟，希希比ss略胖一些，但个子差不多，1米6吧，短头发，就上床了，一边擦头发一边看电视。ss洗完后，她都躺下了。她俩睡大床，我则在沙发上居心叵测，心怀鬼胎，呵呵。
关了电视，又闭了夜灯，拉了窗帘，我把卫生间留点缝，屋里不至于太黑，也躺下了。有点困，但我睡不着，当然睡不着。我看看手机的新闻，努力让自己平静下来。ss可能是故意的，睡在离我近的那边。我跟她隔着也就1米多。我能看到她白嫩的腿从被窝里露出来，想象着滑嫩的两片小阴唇，我的鸡巴把内裤顶得很高。
一直过了很久，这俩小丫头都睡着了。我光着脚下地，摸到ss床边，凝视着她的面容，突然又觉得很陌生。是啊，谁能想到，我怎么和这么一个小姑娘，如此的接近呢。我发了会呆，
坐在地上，把手伸进去，从她的手臂，到肩，到胸前，开始抚摸。她自然是醒了。但也没说什么，反倒用手抓住我的另一只手。然后又抚摸我的头发。明显的把我向她的方向靠近。我会意的站起来，
轻轻上床，不时的观察睡觉的希希。她也回头看了看，确定希希睡着了，就枕在我的胳膊上，我俩都侧卧着，亲着，然后我把她的手带到我的身上，从胸毛一直摸到肉棒。然后我就开始对她发动攻击，把她放在我的身上，用胸部蹭她的双乳，因为没有穿内衣，是直接接触的，然后又把手伸到她的小逼那，粘了点她的爱液在指头上，又
来回抚摸她的会阴，阴蒂，弄得水越来越多，我就把手指头伸进去了。挺紧的，里面又湿又热。我把我俩的内裤都退了下来，让她在昏暗中观赏了我雄起的大鸡巴，然后分开她的两腿，用龟头蹭她的阴唇。她努力控制着唿吸，但还是忍不住，总是倒吸凉气。
我看她状态也差不多了，就把手指头在她的阴道里来回转了几下，相当于通通路，然后就把龟头顶在她的小逼门上，她一直在我身上，为了让我方便抚摸，她略微抬着屁股，靠两个膝盖支撑着，
我把双手放在她的屁股上，说，往下吧，宝贝。她和听话地，沉了下身，这时我感觉龟头已经进去肉缝一半了。她却停下来了，我双手加了劲，同时，屁股往上一抬，鸡巴就顶进去了。真他妈的紧，我感觉像是处女。勒得鸡巴都有点疼了。她则是一直在哆嗦，眼睛闭着，表情有点痛苦。我又接着使劲，终于全进去了，我用手摸了一下，她的阴唇像个紧口瓶一样，跟我的阴茎严丝合缝，我享受了一下快感，
又按着她的屁股，开始抽插，又不敢动作太大，速度慢，力度也浅。这样弄了大概五分钟，实在是不过瘾，我问她舒服不她说嗯，又问疼不，她说好多了。我翻身起来，把她抱在沙发上，开始用传教士的姿势，发起攻势。还亲她的腿和脚踝。她捂着自己的嘴，
睁大眼睛看着我，表情很夸张。我憋了一下午了，现在想很好地释放一下，于是开始快速抽插，在沙发上灵活多了，我站在地上，一会又变幻方向和角度，一会快，一会慢，还有急停。弄了几百下，有点射的意思，可能是太紧了，再加上紧张。我说我要射了，她点点头，没有让我出来的意思。于是我继续努力，还不敢发出皮肉相撞的声音，总之是比较累，终于在勐操了一阵后，射给她了。
我俩在沙发上搂着，彼此爱抚。她抓着我变软了的阴茎，来回套动。我说你亲亲啊，她不好意思。我也就没坚持。弄了一会儿，我又硬起来了，于是再次作战。她阴道里有我的精液和她的爱液，已经很滑了，而且也不像刚才那么紧了。我让她趴在沙发上，撅起来从后面开干。握着乳房，舔着她的背，
我一下一下的操着，此次到底，因为怕出声，到底后我停一下，然后使劲再顶一下，龟头顶着前面的肉，很是舒服。就这样，干了十多分钟，我又射了。估计ss也接近高潮了，因为有一阵她浑身僵硬，水也一大股一大股的往出冒。#
弄完后，我俩各自回到自己的床上，我看了下希希，还在睡。我是真困了，头天晚上喝酒到很晚。白天也没消停。晚上还放了两炮。所以很快就满足地睡着了。
半夜，我内急了上厕所。完事后，我突然看见好像希希在床上坐着。因为卫生间灯亮，屋里暗，我一下适应不过来。等我确定她是在坐着，我问她怎么了她指指卫生间，我就点点头，准备回去接着睡。可她竟然拉了我一下，让我跟她去卫生间。我这时突然意识到有事要发生了！于是我俩走进卫生间，她轻轻地把门带上，然后以一副大人训斥小孩的口气说，我早就知道你想占ss的便宜，你也太胆大了吧。还整了两次，你当我是空气啊。操，这逼都知道了，原来。
我也不客气，说那你想咋的，你感觉吃亏了呗。希希说，你想得美，还想占我便宜啊。以后你得对ss好点，不然再也不让她跟你好。我一边哼哈，一边打量着她露在外面的大白腿和鼓鼓的胸。
就搭在她双肩上，说，我保证。我会常来看她，她需要什么我会尽量帮助。然后就把她推到洗手台上，这时我的下面又起来了。于是就强吻了她。手一下就伸进她的内裤了，这丫头，竟然还穿着丁字裤，裤裆很细很薄。我发现她下面湿
It's gotten quite a bit sticky, looks like it's been through a lot. I told her, "I made you suffer earlier, let me treat you now." She said, "You're pretty good." As she said that, she grabbed my penis. The strength, speed, and agility—she's definitely a pro. Wow, this 90s girl isn't even 20 yet, and she's already so skilled. Well, I won't hold back either.
I turned her over, made her face down on the sink, pulled off her pajamas, and went straight in. Her breasts were truly amazing. Looking at her in the mirror, her expression was incredibly lewd, and my penis quickly swelled. So I sped up and started thrusting.
She started moaning softly, and I said, "What are you yelling about? What if you wake her up?" I quickly crumpled up a small handkerchief and stuffed it into her mouth. Then I started fucking her again. This time it lasted surprisingly long; I usually ejaculate quickly in doggy style. But this time it went on for a long time, and she started to feel weak, her legs going limp.
She couldn't stand anymore and collapsed onto the table. I grabbed a large bath towel, spread it on the floor, then put a thick nightgown on top, laid her down, raised her legs, and started thrusting. She must be sexually aroused often; she seemed to be enjoying it, and her vagina was quite loose. This made it even harder to ejaculate. I was on top of her for about 20 minutes, my penis twitched twice, and I realized I hadn't ejaculated much. After all, it had been 3 or 4 hours, and I had ejaculated 3 times, the first time being particularly heavy.
I took the handkerchief out of her mouth, wiped my penis, and then wiped her. I said, "Did you enjoy that?" She said, a little out of breath, "You pervert, you rapist! You killed me!" I said, "So, were you satisfied?" She said, "I just saw me having sex with SS, and I couldn't help myself. I didn't dare touch myself too hard; it was so uncomfortable." I said, "Who told you to pretend? If you had come over then, the three of us could have done it together." She said SS would have been embarrassed, and besides, you can't steal someone else's husband in front of them.
I inserted my fingers into her for a while, looking for her G-spot, and played with her for a bit before saying it was getting late and we should go to sleep. She reluctantly left.
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When we woke up in the morning, we both pretended nothing had happened, ate at the buffet, and then went our separate ways. Later, I met with SS a few more times, and she gave me oral sex. I didn't contact Xixi; since I didn't have her phone number, I couldn't easily ask SS. I suspect she knew about Xixi and me and was intentionally avoiding me. Then, last year, SS got a boyfriend and they started living together, while I met a guy born in 1993 who was even more outgoing, so my relationship with SS faded.
Born in the 90s, a dreamlike age, a dreamlike adventure.
【over】

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