Beautiful Girl's Travel Diary

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On June 5th,

Teacher said that writing reports in the local language would help me improve faster, so I'll write my travel diary in this strange local script! But for now, I can only trace it from the translator; I don't recognize a single one of these scribbles. I hope I can understand this script before the end of this trip.

The people here call their planet's shell the ozone layer, so they don't call themselves "Broken-Shell Planet People," they call themselves "Earthlings." Why not "Ozone-Broken People"? The travel guide says their planet's shell wasn't broken before; it only broke recently.

Today, I landed in a department store's women's restroom. Earthling restrooms are divided into two types: women's and men's. The travel guide says it's best to land in the women's restroom, otherwise our beauty will cause a lot of trouble.

Earthling men look very similar to our planet's katana, making them easy to recognize. However, there's another special female race on Earth called "Dinosaurs," who also look very much like katana and are not easily distinguishable from Earthling men. These "dinosaur" creatures might also roam the women's restrooms, so it took me quite a while to pinpoint my landing spot.

After putting on the gear from the guidebook and grabbing my shopping card, I left the restroom and went to the women's clothing section.

Earth's clothes are so complicated, with multiple layers. Following the guidebook's recommendations, I bought tons of sexy pajamas, lace bras, lingerie, stockings, garter stockings, miniskirts, A-line skirts, two-piece skirts, pleated skirts, super short skirts, slit cheongsams, thin shirts, tank tops, short-sleeved t-shirts, as well as boots, sandals, high heels, strappy shoes…

The saleswomen all said I was so pretty, tall and slender, with firm and full breasts; they were all incredibly envious. Two of them even kept secretly touching my smooth, delicate skin, making my cheeks flush red, my face burning, a little shy and embarrassed…

While choosing clothes, I saw a plant called jasmine, which smelled exactly like my sweat. The travel guide said our sweat scent is popular here, but smelling that floral crown felt like smelling my own armpits, it was so awkward…

I changed clothes in the spaceship-like toilet, practicing Earth girl etiquette. On the way to Earth, I learned the runway walk, but wearing the newly bought high heels still took me a while to get used to. How could Earthlings invent such strange shoes? I really can't understand it. But the high heels paired with my long, beautiful legs actually look quite good~

After practicing the runway walk, I decided to go for a walk. Following the guide's example, my top was a half-cup bra with transparent straps, over which I wore a tank top, revealing my snow-white shoulders, collarbones, pink arms, and a 23-inch waist. My bottom was a sexy pair of underwear and a mini skirt. I'm not very good at putting on socks, so I'll skip them for now and practice later~

Earth guys are so friendly to aliens. As I walked, they followed behind me to protect me and even took pictures of me with their phones. Several boys were really impressed with my panties, taking dozens of close-up photos under my skirt. It's a pity there's no postal service between Earth and our planet, otherwise I'd love to hear them send me the photos!

A few boys came up to me, praising my elegant and refined beauty, while their eyes kept darting towards my chest. The travel guide said this was the highest level of etiquette, and you absolutely had to reciprocate. The way to reciprocate was to make your nipples swell and then expose them for them to see.

I didn't know how to make my nipples show, so I just bent over slightly, letting my bra loosen a little with gravity, hoping they would see my sincere reciprocation. I think I was pretty successful, right? Because their mouths were open and they were drooling, just like the guide said. My pretty face remained flushed the whole time, and I was a little tired, but when you're in a foreign land, you have to adapt to local customs.

The travel guide had many useful tips, but I still found some oversights. When admiring shoes in a shop window, it's polite to keep your legs straight, bend over gracefully, and let your beautiful legs, buttocks, and underwear show under your skirt. Squatting down to look and covering your legs will disappoint the guys behind you.

One guy protected me all day, which touched me deeply. The travel guide said I could give him a cheap gift as thanks, so I changed out of my underwear in the restroom, put it in a crystal box, and gave it to him. He loved the crystal box so much he fainted at the restroom door! Today,

July 14th

, it's very hot, so I'm dressed lightly. My top is a sleeveless, tight-fitting V-neck top, revealing my cleavage and sheer bra. My skirt is a two-piece design, with a side opening that reveals glimpses of my lace lingerie, and even my private parts.

On the bus, I met a group of very friendly guys, but they all seemed to be mute, only able to greet me with sign language. The first guy massaged my buttocks, which felt so good. The second boy caressed my breasts and thighs, and it felt so good. But I don't know sign language, so I didn't know how to thank them.

Later, all the boys on the bus greeted me, and I was even more unsure how to reciprocate. But my nipples were constantly erect; they must have seen them, right? My face was also flushed, so I think they were quite pleased with my manners.

Being greeted in sign language felt so good; I really wanted to moan! But the handbook said not to make a lot of noise on the bus, only to moan softly, which made it so hard for me to hold it in.

In the afternoon, I practiced Earth's "obscene language" at the hotel. The intonation and basic grammar rules were quite simple. The hotel TV had religious ritual lessons; my moans sounded better than those of those AV priestesses, so my pronunciation should be fine, right?

Earthlings refer to religious ceremonies as "making love," "sexual intercourse," "insertion," "cumshot," "wild sex," "car sex," "sexual intercourse," etc., etc., and they're only broadcast on TV during sacred time at night... Luckily, I recorded it last night. After watching religious ceremonies for half a day, I can now use these lewd and obscene words fluently. I only learned today

, June 5th

, that religious ceremonies aren't only for nighttime; they can also be performed during non-sacred times of the day... Earthlings are truly a devout race!

A few days ago, I barely ate breakfast; I was exhausted from dealing with guys who tried to pick me up, and I didn't have time to eat. Today, I called room service to have breakfast delivered to my room, and the staff member enthusiastically gave me instructions on Earth religious ceremonies.

Maybe it's because I was wearing "holy clothes"? When the staff member rang the bell, I was practicing putting on stockings. My upper body was covered in a dark lace bra, which held my firm and alluring breasts high. Two thin shoulder straps accentuated my flawless, white skin, making it appear even more radiant.

I wore extremely light-weight panties, tightly clinging to my fragrant vulva, almost sinking into its narrow crevice. I also wore snow-white silk thigh-high stockings, just finished fastening the camisole, admiring my alluring body in the mirror.

Before opening the door, I remembered the dress etiquette in the travel brochure, so I added a sheer nightgown, concealing my seductive figure in a tantalizing glimpse.

The waiter, seeing me in my full "sacred attire," immediately and reverently locked the door and pounced on me onto the large bed.

I was very hungry and unsure how to react, so I let out a soft moan… Now that I think about it, that must have been the sacred command to begin the religious ceremony?

Soon, I realized I had inadvertently initiated a religious ritual. I was so happy! I spent all night reciting it yesterday, and today I could finally put it to practice! It was wonderful! So I followed the instructions in the travel guide and the TV broadcasts, step by step...

"Mmm...mmm..." I was forcibly kissed by the waiter and couldn't make any other sound.

"No...no...no!!...You...you...what do you want to do???" I tried my best to imitate the voice in the video. However, my voice was too sweet and too delicate, quite different from the AV priestess on TV.

"...Ah!...No...no...no...not there...ahh

...

"...Ah...ah...you...you...do you know what you're doing?...Ah...let go~~" The waiter massaged and licked my breasts, biting my erect pink nipples, giving me a supreme pleasure like being in paradise...Oh~~God~~I'm flying~~~Earth's religious rituals really work!

"...Oh...ah...ah...ya...um...um...no...um..." My body kept getting hot and burning, and my fair skin was tinged with a thin layer of blush.

"...Oh...ah...ah...um...ah...ya...ah...um...oh..." Earth's ritual incantations all sound pretty much the same, and I don't even know if I'm reciting them correctly...

"Ya...ya...it's so itchy...so hot...ah...ah...um...um..." I remembered a few incantations from TV and immediately put them into practice.

"...Oh...oh...uh...uh...oh...um...ah...ya..." I hadn't noticed before, but now I saw that the waiter's "sacred staff" had become so thick and huge.

"Oh...ah...ah...oh...um...um...oh...ya...ya..." The petals between my legs were already soaking wet. My body is very sensitive; as long as it's stimulated, my vagina will spray out a fragrant nectar, somewhat similar to the "squirt" of an AV priestess.

"...ya...ah～～～～～～～～ah～～～～No!～～～It hurts!!!! It hurts so much!!!" The membrane inside my vagina was pierced in an instant, and I curled up in pain, my beautiful legs tightly clamping the waiter. The travel guide said that the "virgin" race on Earth also has this membrane, but they don't regenerate, unlike on our planet.

Hearing my pitiful cries, the waiter stopped his penetration. However, his thick, sacred staff remained inside my tight, secluded passage, sending a strange, full, and swollen sensation through my lower body.

The waiter kissed my lips again. His large hands roamed over every erogenous zone on my body. The pain of the torn membrane quickly disappeared in his affection and caresses.

"...Mmm..." I blushed, too shy to look at him, "...Now...it doesn't hurt so much...can you...continue...?"

Having grown accustomed to the tightness and heat in my vagina, I gradually felt a tingling pleasure: "...Mmm...Mmm...good...it's...a little itchy...Mmm...Mmm

...ah...Mmm...Mmm..." "...Mmm...ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...ahh ...

"

Ah

...

On June 5th,

after watching the religious ceremony broadcast last night, I realized that not all the men on the bus were mute; they were just greeting me with bus sign language. However, neither the TV nor the travel guide taught sign language, so I still didn't know how to return the greeting. Therefore, I decided to take a taxi instead of the bus this morning.

Today, I dressed like an AV actress. My top was a ruffled off-the-shoulder blouse, completely exposing my collarbone and a large expanse of my fair skin, which was very eye-catching. Because the bra straps were a bit intrusive, I took them off, only wearing nipple covers on my nipples, which were a gift from the women's clothing department saleswoman. I

put on a mini-skirt that revealed half of my thighs and strappy high heels that cinched my calves, and twirled lightly in front of the mirror, admiring my sacred yet alluringly sexy outfit. Hmm… actually, I don't think it's very sacred, but since AV actresses dress like this, it must be another form of "holy clothing," right?

The taxi the hotel front desk had called arrived. The travel brochure said girls wearing short skirts should always sit in the front seat, and being such a docile alien, I naturally obeyed!

Following the brochure's etiquette guidelines, I sat down with my legs tightly pressed together, my hands resting on my skirt, maintaining a model's elegant demeanor. However… the front seat in this car was so low, and the seat was so soft that my skirt slipped back with my posture, almost exposing my entire thigh! So… where should I put my hands?

I tried wiggling my hips and tugging at my skirt, but the skirt wouldn't listen to me… it was still so short… Oh
well , I'll just put my hands on my thighs. At least judging from the driver's drooling, showing my thighs is a very polite posture.

I quickly realized that I was indeed wearing "holy armor" again! Because I saw the driver's holy staff already raised high, even more magnificent than the hotel staff's! Earthlings' holy armor is truly diverse! I had absolutely no idea how to identify "Saint Cloth"...it wasn't mentioned in the travel guide at all.

When the car stopped at a red light, the driver's hairy hand landed on my thigh! Oh no! Sign language again! How am I supposed to respond?

"Driver...your hand...um...um...ah...um...oh..." Since I didn't know sign language, I could only thank him with my most familiar "dirty talk."

Sure enough, the driver was very pleased with my politeness. His large hand slowly slid across my leg, gently pressing and kneading, giving me a very warm and sweet feeling of happiness.

"...um...um...oh...um...driver...brother...um~...oh...um..."

Suddenly, a thought struck me. The driver must be a very noble AV bishop! Look at his enormous, erect cane, and his seemingly slow yet fast, subtle, and masterful flirting techniques! Oh my god! His hands felt so comfortable, so good, so happy!

"Mmm...mmm...a little...a little higher...mmm~~Driver...mmm...mmm..." My sensitive little hole, stimulated by my beautiful legs, flowed out fragrant juices, soaking my short skirt and the cushion.

"...Mmm...mmm...oh...ah...ah...it's so itchy...mmm...hehe...ouch~~~" The driver's fingers slid to the base of my thighs, sending a tingling, itchy pleasure through my excited nerves, making me involuntarily twist my waist, and my tightly closed legs slightly opened...

"...Ah~~~I hate it! Driver~you...you're so bad~~mmm~~~ah~~~ah~~~" Taking advantage of my momentary daze, the driver immediately occupied the most sensitive spot under my skirt, rubbing my already soaking wet rose petals through the thin fabric!

"...Ugh... Hmm... Ah... Ya... How could you... bully me... Ah... Ya..." The car had stopped by the roadside sometime earlier. The driver leaned over, reclined the seat, and skillfully untied the bindings on my chest, licking away the breast covers one by one with his tongue...

"...Ya... Driver... Brother... It's not... appropriate... here, is it?... Ya... Hmm... Hmm..." Although I know Earthlings don't care about time, we're on the side of the road... Can religious ceremonies be performed on the side of the road?

The driver responded to me with the most enthusiastic action. He had already pulled down my skirt and ripped off my panties, and with his nimble and elastic tongue, he was licking the sacred pool he was about to penetrate … “

Ah ... " Ah ... So all that foreplay the driver had just done was a prelude to this blissful moment… My heart fluttered, and tears of gratitude and joy welled up in my eyes. I gently raised my slender hands, my soft fingers encircling the back of the driver's neck, cupping his rough, nectar-covered face before me, and kissed him passionately. " Mmm…mmm…gurgling…mmm…hmm ... Her delicate body writhed and thrashed with all her might, her vagina opening and closing, sucking at the sacred staff; the walls of her vaginal canal enveloped and squeezed her layer upon layer; her tongue, like a little bird clinging to its master, wouldn't leave him for even a second… The two consecutive days of sacred experiences on June 57th were certainly very interesting, but my assignment was a linguistics report, not a religious one. "Obscene language" isn't a systematic language; it can't be used to describe "higher multidimensional stream of consciousness," and it's not even suitable for writing a diary. If I submitted a research report on "obscene language," it would definitely fail. To properly learn Earth's languages and earn some pocket money, I decided to find a short-term job to practice my speaking skills. The hotel receptionist quickly introduced me to a job: working as a beer promoter at the hotel's Chinese restaurant. In the morning, I received my new uniform, listened to the supervisor's explanation of the job, and started practicing with my seniors at noon. Hmm… that uniform… it really looked like a "sacred garment." The tight-fitting, low-cut top barely covered my pink areolas. A bra was out of the question, and even nipple covers were impossible…it would ruin the look… Although the supervisor was accommodating and let me wear an extra short jacket, that wouldn't stop the guys' hot, blazing gazes… The light, super-short pleated skirt only blocked upward-looking stares. If a guy's line of sight was level with my skirt, he could just see my lace panties underneath…And with every slight step, the short skirt would billow in the wind, revealing the most beautiful sight to every guy in front of me…And if I accidentally sat down, it would be even worse. The short skirt barely covered my buttocks, and my private parts were completely exposed, allowing the boys to fantasize about my lush pubic hair and flowing valley, watching my panties gradually become wet, wetter, and more transparent… Actually, I really like this beautiful outfit… but I really don’t want to continue indulging in the pleasure of a religious ritual… I still have a linguistics report to hand in! Fortunately, there were too many people in the restaurant, so no one dared to offend the crowd and pin me down. Hmm… but… now that I think about it, apart from the actual penetration, it doesn’t seem that different from a religious ritual… “…Hello~ Want to try our new product? It’s very fragrant and smooth~” Based on previous experience, I kept my legs straight and together, elegantly bending over, allowing the boys at the other table behind me to admire the beautiful scenery under my skirt. The protagonists in front of me were not at a loss either; they all saw my excited and engorged nipples, and their gazes even followed my cleavage to my belly button~ The boys in front of me were all stunned. They couldn't utter a word. Then, a warm finger slipped between my legs from behind, gently hooking at my already slightly wet vulva! A soft moan escaped my lips. My body trembled slightly with the stimulation. A gush of fragrant fluid immediately welled up from my vulva, soaking through my panties, which couldn't absorb much liquid. I turned around with a playful glare, my pretty face deliberately showing a hint of anger, but my eyes revealed a deep surprise and encouragement. With my tacit approval, the boy grew bolder, gently twisting my panties to squeeze out a few drops of fragrant, rich, yet clear nectar. "It smells good, doesn't it?" I smiled sweetly at him, seeing his eager, almost intoxicated expression as he sucked on my nectar. "You've already tasted it, so you have to support me!" The men in front of me were still staring blankly at me. Since they were so obedient, I decided not to be polite. "How about two bottles for everyone? If you like, we can add more later." I filled in the quantities on their drink list and winked at them playfully. The other guys at the table behind me also "tried" my nectar, so I filled in four bottles of beer for each of them.

Soon, every table with male diners was filled with my beer cans. Many men sampled my fragrant nectar, and I no longer needed to walk around, only occasionally dealing with a few difficult customers.

"Is the beer too cold? I'm sorry... can I warm it up for you?" I apologized sweetly to a male customer, then picked up the beer bottle, placed it inside my low-cut top, and squeezed it tightly with my deep cleavage.

"...I don't know... is this... the temperature to your liking?" I sat down close to him, took his large hand, and guided it to my chest to receive the warm beer.

Another table of customers complained that the beer wasn't flavorful enough.

"Oh? I'm so sorry..." I bowed deeply, letting him admire my breasts and body, then picked up his half-empty bottle, slipped it under my skirt, and thrust hard into my vagina!

A large amount of nectar gushed out, covering my hand and filling his bottle.

"This is a small token of our company's respect. We hope you can give us another chance next time." I handed him the bottle, wiped the nectar off my fingers with his napkin, and then gave the napkin back to him. "However, this kind of apology can only be used once per person."

Hmm... I won't write about what happened after that in my diary. I never thought working would become as tiring as a religious ritual.

Postscript:

I found this diary in my deceased wife's locked drawer. I did indeed meet her, who was selling me beer, in a restaurant at a five-star hotel...

My wife was indeed exceptionally beautiful. More beautiful, pure, and elegant than some top model. And I'm 100% certain that she was still a virgin when we married.

Maybe... she didn't really die, but just went back to school to submit a linguistics report?

That should be it, right?

I deeply hope so.

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