Unforgettable trip

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Everyone has unforgettable experiences, but not everyone has a woman who leaves a lasting impression, or a wonderful sexual experience—it's a feeling that's unforgettable.
In the spring of 2000, I returned to my hometown. After finishing all my social engagements and visiting relatives in this metropolis, I wandered aimlessly through the crowds. Suddenly, I remembered someone, an older sister I had only met the previous year. I was immediately attracted to her. She had just returned from England and was a friend of my sister's. She asked me to host her. I was captivated by her beauty and sex appeal, and her personality was very open; she always teased me. But at the time, I was too shy. Although I really wanted to sleep with her, I only told her some dirty jokes and didn't dare to get close. I only kissed her cheek when she was drunk.
As I was leaving, she said that I was a man who moved her deeply, but unfortunately, I called her "older sister."
Several months later, she looked a little haggard. We sat down in a restaurant, drinking glass after glass, pouring out our longing for each other. Finally, she drank too much. It was clear that although she was wealthy, her love life was unhappy; I wondered how her sex life was.
I took her home (her husband was often away). Once inside, she collapsed onto the bed and wouldn't move. My heart pounded. I wanted to help her undress and go to sleep, but she pushed me away forcefully, telling me to leave. I kissed her lips and left, full of regret.
The next day, as soon as I woke up, she called, asking what had happened the night before. I said curtly, "Everything happened." She laughed loudly on the phone, her voice very lewd. She said she was going to Taiyuan on a business trip the next day. My heart skipped a beat; I was going to visit relatives in Taiyuan the next day. I said, "I'm going too." She laughed and said she would only stay for half a day and would contact me later.
I missed my train, thinking about that night the whole way, and resisted the urge to call her. I arrived at my relatives' house first. We hadn't seen each other for years. Everyone asked me all sorts of questions, and I felt a pang of sadness. My relatives invited me to stay for dinner. Just then, my phone rang. It was her. I said, "Why haven't you gone back yet?" She said, "I need to see you before I leave. Wait for me at the museum square."
My heart skipped a beat, and all my anger vanished. I made an excuse, ran to the street, and took a taxi straight to the museum. When I got off the taxi, I saw her in the middle of the square. She was tall, with a high, full bust, large, expressive eyes, and a fair neck. I rushed over, grabbed her hand, and felt a surge of happiness.
We drank coffee for a while, and as it got dark, she said she had to go back. I walked her to the station, and we remained silent the whole way. When we arrived at the station, there were only tickets for the 3:00 AM train. I said, "What should we do? Why don't we go to my place and rest for a while?" She nodded and obediently followed me.
My brother has an empty house in Taiyuan, and I took the key when I arrived. It was quite a struggle to find the house. When I opened the door, the room was beautifully furnished; it seemed relatives often came to clean it. I said, "You sleep in that room, I'll sleep in the one across the hall." She said, "Okay, I'll run over."
I lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep, not knowing what I wanted to do, perhaps just indulging in a kind of anticipation, a kind of fantasy. After a while, I was almost asleep when she quietly came into my room, saying she couldn't sleep. I said, "Then lie on my bed." She said, "You're not allowed to touch me." I said, "I won't, I'll just hug you for a moment."
She got into bed, and I hugged her. Even through her clothes, I could feel the softness of her body. I slowly stroked her, kissing her earlobe and neck. She slowly closed her eyes, enjoying our intimacy. I tentatively unbuttoned her top. She struggled slightly, then let me unbutton it, revealing a red bra, half of her breast almost falling out. I stroked her breast, gently pressing her nipple with my fingers. The nipple began to harden, and she let out a soft breath.
Gradually, my hand reached for her waist, trying to unbuckle her belt. She grabbed my hand tightly, preventing me from moving. I whispered, "I just want to look." After a struggle, I finally managed to pull down her pants.
In the night, her two beautiful, long legs were smooth and glossy. I kissed her from her thighs to her calves, kneading them forcefully, and she moaned softly. My courage grew, and I tried to remove her pink panties. She firmly stopped me, so I turned my attention to her upper body. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, and I sucked hard on her nipples. She began to moan and gasp loudly. Taking advantage of
the situation, I reached for her waist again to remove her panties, assuring her that I wouldn't violate her. She yielded. I finally saw her mysterious triangle, the dense black forest, the red crevice tight, with a little white fluid flowing out—it seemed she hadn't had sex with a man in a long time.
I smelled it; the scent was refreshing. I tried licking her labia with my tongue, feeling her tremble. I gradually licked her vulva harder, my tongue penetrating deep into her vagina, and she began to moan loudly. I started to feel the urge to enter her body, but she moaned and begged me not to. I almost pulled down my pants, but I'm a man of my word, and I restrained myself (afterwards, I realized I was afraid of future trouble).
Later, I got tired and lay down on the bed, falling asleep with her two snow-white breasts in my hands. Because of the alcohol, my penis, though erect all night, didn't come in handy.
The next morning, we rushed to the train station, bought our tickets, and were reluctant to part in the waiting room. She said, "Actually, there was a moment last night when I completely surrendered. If you forced yourself on me, I would have given in."
Hearing this, I immediately jumped up and said, "Let's go back now!" She agreed, but neither of us moved; we were both very rational people.
Just before boarding the train, she kissed me, turned, and left.
On the way back, I was very sleepy and felt a little lost. Was it because my sexual desire wasn't satisfied? Or because I had fallen in love with her? I couldn't say for sure. I shouldn't have called her "sister" in the first place; it made us both so hesitant, and ultimately harmed my little brother. But then things took a strange turn...
Back in the city where I worked, I thought about her constantly. We talked on the phone every day, like lovers. She always said she wouldn't see me again because she was afraid things would get out of control and ruin her life, since we both valued ourselves.
I said I regretted not sleeping with her that night, and I'd definitely do it next time. She laughed loudly and said she wouldn't let me succeed.
I said, "When will you come to my city again?" She said, "It depends on fate."
A month passed, and I was overwhelmed by everything around me—work pressure, relationship problems—so I only found some joy in playing soccer on weekends.
One afternoon, she called, saying she was flying to Shenzhen that night and asked me to pick her up. I suppressed my elation and said, "Really?"
That night, I drove to the airport and waited for a long time in the terminal. Finally, the plane arrived, and she appeared, dressed casually in sneakers. My expression remained calm as I greeted her like any other guest. In the car, she said, "You don't seem to welcome me?" I smiled, then suddenly grabbed her hand. She said, "Drive carefully, it's the highway." But a look of ecstasy crossed her face.
She was there for an exhibition, only for a week, and would be at the exhibition every day. I said, "I'll bring you food every day." She said, "That's the bare minimum."
The next morning, the sun shone brightly. I picked her up, speeding along the coastal highway. The sky was azure, and old songs by Tong Ange played on the stereo. She wore a sexy halter dress, her breasts almost bursting out, and light makeup; her skin was still so smooth and delicate. I stepped on the gas; the scenery along the way was beautiful. With a beautiful woman by my side, I thought: With this kind of happiness, what more could I ask for!
At noon, I brought her lunch, and the lecherous men around me looked at me with envy.
In the afternoon, I picked her up again. After lunch, we went for a drive. I drove to the seaside development zone, a new area with neat and beautiful roads, but no sign of human habitation. I parked the car on the side of the road, and we jumped over the roadside railing to the riverbank. It was very quiet there, with only the sound of cars whizzing by. She looked at me, seemingly unconcerned about the arrangements we were making.
I picked her up and began to kiss her passionately. My hand slipped through her bra and touched her nipple. She didn't resist and even touched my penis. I became aroused. Suddenly, we heard voices. We were both startled. I climbed onto the riverbank and saw several people on motorcycles approaching. I was a little nervous and quickly pulled her onto one of the motorcycles.
I drove deep into the residential area, where there was no one except for passing cars. I parked on the darkest side of the road, turned off the lights, and began to kiss her passionately. She gasped, "Let's go to the back seat!"
I was overjoyed. As soon as we got to the back seat, I roughly ripped off her clothes, revealing her two snow-white breasts. I bit them without hesitation, and she moaned, "Ide, ide..." I didn't know what it meant. Later, I asked her, and she said it was Japanese for "pain."
My hands weren't idle either. I unzipped her pants and put my hand inside her underwear. She was already wet. I gently stroked her clitoris with my middle finger, and she let out a soft moan; it was probably her erogenous zone. My middle finger began to probe inside, where the wetness overflowed, engulfing my penis. I started to quicken my pace, and she kept moaning, urging me to go faster. I simply put both fingers inside, and the pressure increased.
Her eyes were blurry with drunkenness. She used her delicate hands to unzip my pants, grasping my already raging penis in her grasp. A moment later, she took it into her cherry-like mouth and licked it with her tongue. I was losing control and roared, "I want to enter your body!" But at this crucial moment, she started to resist me. The car was too cramped, and I couldn't find a good position. In the end, I gave up, my penis went soft, and my lust gradually subsided.
I asked her, "Have you reached your climax?" She shook her head, "Not yet!" I said, "Do you want me to continue helping you?" She said, "No, thank you."
We drove back, and I didn't say a word the whole way. She kept looking at me sideways and said softly, "I want to leave some space between us so you won't forget me."
I said, "I won't forget you. You're the most charming woman I've ever met. I'll never forget you."
She said, "Whether you're telling the truth or not, I'm happy." As she spoke, her hand reached over and started unzipping my pants, pulling my penis out of my pants, while whispering, "Drive carefully."
My penis immediately became hard under her caresses. I gripped the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead, not daring to be careless for a moment. Suddenly, she leaned over my legs and took my penis into her cherry-like mouth, starting to suck on it. I felt incredibly good. She sucked and licked, deliberately moaning. I was very excited, but my attention was on the road ahead, and my penis remained hard for a long time without ejaculating.
I drove around the seaside road twice, and my little brother was still standing tall and proud. She said, "Wow! How can you be so strong?"
I said, "I'm usually very fast, it's all thanks to your training."
She said, "How will you thank me?"
I said, "From now on, you can do whatever you want, I'll never forget you."
She laughed, "Want to come out?"
I panted, "Yes, of course I want to... I want to, please save me!"
She suddenly opened her bag and took out a small white bottle: "This is my body oil, I'll apply it to you and let you know what real enjoyment is."
My heart was pounding, and I slowed down, driving slowly along the side of the road. She applied the oil around my little brother, starting from my thighs and stroking it continuously, while licking the glans with her mouth. I felt very slippery and incredibly comfortable and pleasurable... Her movements began to speed up, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
Suddenly, a surge of heat spread throughout my body, and I started to shout loudly as my little brother ejaculated, spraying all over her face. I simultaneously slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a screeching halt, finally bringing my blissful journey to a close.
Later, we had a misunderstanding, and she sadly left my city, telling me before she left, "I brought some sexy lingerie that I've never worn before, but it seems I won't have a chance to wear it."
I was filled with regret, but I looked forward to seeing her again.

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