Encountering a lewd woman on the Shanghai subway

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(That summer when I was 22, I had just graduated and applied for a marketing job at a foreign-owned edible oil company. I spent almost every day commuting between the east and west sides of Shanghai by subway. One day, something I never dared to imagine actually happened…)

The weekly meeting ended on Thursday afternoon. At 4:10, I walked off the subway with five male colleagues. Since I was going to do marketing work on Friday, I was carrying a small bucket of XX brand sesame oil. Because it wasn't rush hour, there were only about thirty or forty people on the platform besides me and a few colleagues. We were chatting about whether to play mahjong or do something else when the train arrived. We found seats and had just sat down when suddenly a yellow figure flashed before my eyes. Without realizing it, I found a beautiful woman sitting next to me, very close, smiling at me. I felt a little nervous, thinking: Have I encountered a lunatic?! Meeting her gaze, I saw that she was pretty, with long, flowing hair, but her skin was slightly dark. She didn't seem like a patient, so I nodded slightly and moved aside. Because there were hardly any people on the bus, her close proximity made me feel a little flustered... My colleagues were all looking at me with envy, and the colleague sitting opposite me couldn't hold back any longer: "Hey, what's going on? Why aren't I as lucky as you? Why isn't there a pretty girl sitting next to me? It's so empty here!" The other colleagues chimed in, but their eyes were all on the girl next to me. The girl wasn't going to back down and spoke up: "He's handsome, he looks like my husband, so what? I'm willing to sit next to him." As soon as she said that, the whole bus erupted in excitement, and my face flushed red to my ears. To be honest, I could easily flirt with a girl, but I'd never seen anything like this before. This was too much! I lowered my head, speechless, and awkwardly fiddled with the sesame oil in my hand. Maybe I was too unnatural, because I accidentally spilled the bottle, getting sesame oil all over my hands.

I pretended to be calm and looked up to ask my colleagues for tissues to wipe my hands. Everyone either shook their heads or said they didn't have any. Then the pretty girl next to me spoke up again, "I have some, I'll wipe them for you." Amidst a chorus of cheers, she pulled out two ten-yuan bills from her pocket and started wiping my hands. I was stunned; I was incredibly flattered. I opened my mouth, speechless, letting her wipe my hands with the money as she pleased. She told me she'd seen me on the platform and thought I was incredibly handsome from the first moment she saw me. She said she'd been fighting with her husband because he was having an affair, and she wanted to find another man. She also told me that since she didn't have any tissues, she could only use money to wipe my hands, and asked me not to mind... I stared at her, speechless for a long time. Maybe I was too nervous. I thought to myself, today seems to be an extraordinary day. Since she was so direct, I didn't need to be too reserved. I thanked her while looking her up and down. She was wearing a light yellow dress with no extra accessories. The clothes weren't expensive, just average. She had a very large bust, somewhat reminiscent of Amy Yip. She was probably around 1.65 meters tall, with a sexy, full but not fat figure. Her looks were probably an 85 out of 100. She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said yes. She then asked if I had time to go out with her later, and if I could stay overnight at her place. She said she was 24 years old. I was terrified. My mind raced, analyzing: Who was she? Was she trying to frame me? Was she blackmailing me, or was she just sexually frustrated? My mind was filled with questions! My colleagues gathered around us, egging me on, saying things like, "If I don't go, they will," "You can't refuse a prize that's been offered to you," "Don't let me eat alone," "Sharing is caring," and so on. These comments made everyone on the bus laugh, and I couldn't stand it anymore (I'm usually very shy). I told them to go ahead, I was getting off, so I got up and walked to the door. To my utter surprise, this girl followed me, even taking my hand and saying, "Wherever you go, I'll go. I'm sticking with you today, I'm going to get you!" (My face was best described by the title of a song by Cui Jian—"A Red Cloth!")

The door finally opened. I remember the stop was Muxidi. I quickly got off and found that behind me were not only that girl, but also my colleagues. It seemed they were serious! As I walked, I suddenly thought of a perfect solution—to go to the movies. This way, I wouldn't hurt my colleagues' enthusiasm and I could turn the tables, so even if this girl tried anything, she wouldn't succeed. (Don't you think I'm brilliant? The movie theater can become my stage, haha!) My suggestion was immediately approved. We took a taxi to the Shanghai Exhibition Center Theater and went inside. The girl sat next to me, snuggling close, her large breasts pressed against my arm, and my little brother immediately stood up. :) (I can't remember the movie's name or plot; that's when I truly understood what "the real intention is not the drink" meant.) That girl asked me to touch her! I was actually too scared to do it. It was probably the first time I'd encountered such a proactive girl. It truly reflected the saying: "The bold are cowardly, the penis is hard but the hands are soft!" Just then, my colleagues had already started touching her. The girl didn't get angry; instead, she told me, "If you want to touch me, I won't let them touch me." At that moment, I didn't think too much about it. I told myself that not taking advantage of a good deal is foolish. I gritted my teeth and squeezed out two words: "I'll do it!!" To be honest, I'm not a cowardly person; I just had never encountered such a proactive girl before, and with so many people around, I didn't know how to handle it. Anyway, I just... Once outside, ignoring the mannequins around us, the girl yelled at my colleagues, "Take your hands off, or I'll scream!" Her words were quite intimidating; who wouldn't be embarrassed if she really screamed? So they all withdrew their hands and waited to see what would happen. The girl pulled my hand over and placed it on her breasts. They were fucking huge! It was the first time I'd ever touched breasts that big, like basketballs, and so bouncy. She kept kissing my face and neck, and I felt a tingling, electric sensation running down my body. My desire rose like mercury on a thermometer, level by level. I slowly unzipped her dress from behind, and she very cooperatively pulled the top of the dress down to her waist. There was nothing on her except her bra. I didn't care anymore; let whoever wanted to look! I removed her bra, and two large breasts immediately stood out. I could barely cover one breast with both hands. As I fondled them, her breathing quickened. So, I encouraged her by taking her other nipple into my mouth and sucking on it incessantly. Such a large nipple, like a big grape, it tasted really good. Her moans grew louder and louder, as if she couldn't control herself. I moved my hands from her huge breasts to between her legs, using my fingertips to hook open the edge of her panties and go straight to her honey pot. Wow!! It was practically flowing like a river; her panties were completely wet, sticky and slippery. She was so excited!

Suddenly, she took my hand from her vulva, turned to the side, and used her hand to cover my penis through my pants, stroking it up and down repeatedly. It felt amazing; my penis was swollen and hard as an iron rod. She brought her mouth close to my ear, licked it a few times, and whispered, "Handsome, I want it, I'm so aroused..." Actually, I didn't know how to have sex in a movie theater, and I had no experience. Anyway, it would be easy for her to make me feel good, so I thought I'd just enjoy myself first and worry about her later. I half-jokingly said to her, "Sure, I'll give it to you!" "This half-naked beauty immediately unzipped my pants, bent down, and took my penis into her mouth. The sudden warmth of her mouth at that moment is still unforgettable. She kept stroking my penis up and down, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes forceful, sometimes gentle, making me feel like I was in heaven. I experienced a level of professionalism I had never felt before. My sensations gradually reached their peak with her oral sex, and I started to gasp. I think she was a master, seeing everything about me clearly. She looked up and asked if I was enjoying it. I smiled in response. I was probably already in a state of ecstasy, completely oblivious to the colleagues around me. Suddenly, one of my colleagues spoke up, 'Come on, give me a blowjob too, I'm about to cum just watching.' The beauty was unmoved and used her basketball-sized breasts to give me a blowjob. That feeling was truly a first for me (to this day, no other woman has ever given me a blowjob, probably because they're not big enough). After a while, I felt that she was covered in sweat, sweat pouring down her face." Describing her is not an exaggeration at all. She turned sideways and sat diagonally in her seat, sticking out half of her plump buttocks towards me. She grabbed my penis and said, "Come and fuck me." — It was really exciting. In front of all my colleagues, I didn't care and picked up my penis and thrust it into her wet hole. It was so incredibly pleasurable. It was so slippery and warm. Because the position wasn't quite right, I couldn't penetrate very deeply or move too vigorously, but the feeling was indescribable. Her hole was just the right tightness, and waves of pleasure hit my glans. I thought my penis was about to burst. At this moment, her moans grew louder and louder. I felt that everyone must have heard it, so I immediately covered her mouth with one hand. You can imagine how seductive she was, actually sucking on my finger and moaning. In this situation, fellow horny folks, tell me, which man could resist? Instantly, my semen gushed out like a torrent, once, twice, three times, a full fifteen or sixteen times, not a drop wasted, all of it poured into her vagina. It was absolutely amazing.

Everyone knows that after a man ejaculates, he doesn't want to touch the woman next to him anymore, and I was no exception. I immediately got dressed and went to the bathroom. Once there, I felt a chill run down my spine about what had just happened. I thought, what if she had AIDS? I'd be dead! And I hadn't even used a condom. I was so regretful. What could we do together when we got back? Would we have another round? I didn't want that. I was being rational now! This time it was a stroke of luck, I was satisfied. So I called a colleague and told him I was outta here, and the guys could keep the girl for themselves. That way, I could get away and get favors from my colleagues—why not?! Run! Run! (Because I ran away in such a hurry, I forgot my sesame oil at the movie theater, haha)

Postscript: The next day at work, I asked my colleagues how things ended. They told me that the girl was furious after she found out I had sneaked away. She refused to watch the movie and left the theater. Only one of the five colleagues chased after her relentlessly, and after much effort, he finally won her over that night. The girl did indeed own her own place, but my colleague said he could tell it was probably where she and her boyfriend lived; she was just alone now. We said he was too bold; what if her husband came home and caused a scene? Guess what my colleague replied: "Even if it causes a scene, I'll still sleep with her! Last night she ripped me off with a 246 yuan meal!!! I fucked her five times in one go!!!" Haha~~~~~

Absolutely personal experience! Believe me! Tonight I can't sleep, so I'm writing this down. As a member of the morok forum, I contribute to its development and wish to exchange and discuss with fellow enthusiasts.
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Although It feels like a legend, but it all really happened. If you don't believe it, maybe you're still a relatively naive person, lacking understanding of today's society. That's okay; it might actually be a good thing. Time changes everyone's perspective on everything: from nothing to something, and from something to nothing; from disbelief to tentative trust; from incomprehension to acceptance...

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 by the door, my gaze wandering over every passenger of the opposite sex, without any particular purpose. Perhaps it was due to youth and an overactive hormone, a conditioned reflex hoping to be admired by beautiful women. My gaze searched, finally settling on a girl in a red wool coat, though 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 discern her figure; Shanghai winters a few years ago were very cold, and men and women alike wore bulky clothing, unlike the fashionable winters of today. 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 looked exactly like the Taiwanese singer Pan... Meichen, you know, in the early 1990s, Pan Meichen was a huge star in the music scene. Her songs were strong and melancholic, which I really liked, and she was pretty cool too. I couldn't help but get excited: this girl has something special, if I could get her over there, wouldn't that be great? ... Hehe, but how do I start a conversation with her? I told myself I absolutely couldn't fall into the clichés, because after being trained by several womanizers over the past year, I had quite a bit of experience pursuing girls, and I no longer cared about traditional opening lines like "Excuse me, miss, what time is it?" or "I think you remind me of a friend of mine," etc. But how should I start this conversation? ... Right, pretty girls are usually quite vain, I thought as long as I gave her some unique compliments and praise, I could definitely win her over.

Thinking it through, 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 blush, and beneath her thick, well-defined eyebrows were delicate single eyelids painted with light blue, 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 she praised me. She said apologetically, "I don't think I look like it, but some friends have mentioned it before." And just like that, the most difficult first hurdle was passed smoothly.

She told me she was 23 years old and worked in an underground shopping mall in Shanghai, selling things. She took the subway to work every day, working two shifts, and today she was on 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. She had a small social circle, not many friends, and wasn't very sociable. On her days off, she usually listened to music and occasionally went shopping… Of course, I wanted to glean a lot of important information from our conversation so I could control the situation later. During our conversation, to leave a good impression, I was cautious, keeping my eyes straight ahead, not daring to reveal even the slightest hint of my true feelings. My tone was sincere, my demeanor generous, and I even added my own unique humor. I was about to win her heart! Haha, my intuition told me she already had feelings for me and trusted me to some extent, which was exactly what I hoped for. To get her contact information, I pretended to walk with her to her workplace, handed her my business card, and sincerely told her that meeting her in this vast world was fate, and that I was happy to meet her. But in the end, I didn't get her number, nor did I ask for it; we parted ways just like that. On my way back alone, I pondered whether I should ask for her number. After much thought, I decided that not asking would give me a better chance. First, she wouldn't think I had any ulterior motives; second, it was a classic case of feigning indifference to lure her in. Yes, I believed she would contact me; I'm that optimistic and confident.

The next day, 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 there. It's a small one-bedroom apartment, but I've decorated it with a lot of charm. As you can probably imagine, it's a typical "hotbed," where I've spent many passionate nights with beautiful women.

When I saw her again, she was as beautiful as ever, and her strong personality was irresistible. During dinner, she didn't talk much, just as she said, she's not good at socializing. However, she appreciated every topic I brought up and talked about with great interest. The evening went smoothly in an atmosphere dominated by my teasing. Little did she know that I had already figured her out during our first conversation, and of course, we only talked about things that interested her. Hehe! As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." What a wise saying!

After dinner, I invited her to my place for tea, telling her that I lived alone and it would be very convenient. She hesitated for a moment, then readily accepted. On the way, I bought 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?! When we got home, we both took off our coats. I washed the fruit for her and even performed my special talent—playing and singing on the guitar (I was a famous love song prince in college). Accompanied by the beautiful strings, one tender love song after another echoed in the air, landing in her heart. Finally, I sang her "All the Way With You." 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. To be honest, she was incredibly beautiful, especially when her long, flowing hair covered her eyes. At that moment, her originally cold and strong gaze was replaced by tenderness, making her extremely charming. I really wanted to know what she was like during sex. I gently kissed her face and then moved to her lips. Her lips were so hot, almost melting me. Slightly fleshy, they were fragrant and sensual, exuding a 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, instead burying her head deep in my chest. "Could you turn off the lights? 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 up to press against her vulva. This provocative action undoubtedly aroused her desire, and 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 grasp half of them. While kneading 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 gently suckle, savoring the delicate nipple gradually rising and hardening in my mouth. Her breathing quickened, and she began to moan softly… 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, enticing me to relentlessly claim every corner of her upper body with my thirsty lips. "You know what? Beautiful, ever since we last met, 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, sparks of desire ignited between us. My hand slipped under her white panties, tracing her smooth, delicate abdomen, passing through her lush forest, and 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 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 battle 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 subdue 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 held me tightly, her legs instinctively closing together. With each thrust and penetration, her moans turned into cries of pleasure, becoming even more seductive. ["Temptation~~~ Ah~~~~ Mmm~~~~"]
I lifted my head to kiss her, one hand kneading her breasts forcefully, increasing the speed of my thrusts. At this moment, I could clearly hear the "sizzling" sounds coming from her vagina, as well as the sounds of our lovemaking: truly, the sounds of the bed, the cries, the impacts, all entered my ears; you were wet, I was wet, sex, everything was a concern. After about five minutes, she climaxed, screaming with 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 honey pot 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 hold on, to hold on, even though my own desire was burning fiercely.

I was drenched in sweat, and taking advantage of her closing her eyes to catch 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 consent, I turned on the wall lamp, lifted the blanket, pulled her up, and switched to the doggy style, beginning a new round of fierce attacks. I grabbed her full, round buttocks tightly, and in the light, I saw how white and large they were. The curves of her entire body were laid bare before my eyes, incredibly sexy, incredibly perfect. Because of the missionary position earlier, 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, I 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 bottom, 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 again and again, accompanied by the sounds of lovemaking and her moans. I suddenly pulled my penis out, ejaculating my pent-up semen completely onto her buttocks, back, and hair...

Since that night, we've had sex three more times. Each time, I drove her wild. The second time, she told me she had five orgasms that night. She's the kind of woman who's like a slut in bed, completely uninhibited and open, which almost overwhelmed me. I clearly remember 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 ended up using three fingers and my penis simultaneously to bring her to orgasm...

A week later, I distanced myself from her. She sensed it and cried, asking me why. "If you didn't want a long-term relationship, why did you say so many sweet words when we met...?" I was honest with her. I told her I hadn't lied; everything I said was for what I had done for her... Even now, I still think of her occasionally. I hope she's happy and content!
An older brother once told me that a man should enjoy life to the fullest while he's young and energetic; otherwise, when he gets older and wants to enjoy himself, he'll find he's not up to the task. But while enjoying life is fine, you must never let your emotions get involved, because men can't afford to play with emotions.

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