Rainy Night Romance

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Last May, I was assigned to work in Zhejiang by headquarters. Before leaving, I had a small reunion with my university classmates in Taidong, Qingdao. At the reunion, a boy caught my attention: he looked to be about 175cm tall, had short hair, wore tight jeans, a blue trench coat over a sweatshirt, and had a decent build and was quite cute. My classmate jokingly told me that this boy lived next door to him, was from Qingdao University, and hadn't graduated yet. My classmate jokingly said that if I was interested, he would introduce me, and pulled me over: "Wang Li, let me introduce you, she's my junior from university. Later, my girlfriend and I are going back to Weifang, let K accompany you to the Information City." The boy extended his small hand, and I naturally extended my hand to symbolically shake his: "Hello."
The touch was soft and comfortable. It had been over a year since I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, and I hadn't touched a boy in a long time. Suddenly, I felt a surge of excitement. The smooth feel made me unconsciously rub my thumb against the back of my hand a few times. I secretly saw his face turn slightly red: "Oh, hehe..."
After lunch, my classmate went back to his hometown. Before leaving, he gave me his keys and said, "Stay here for a couple of days, and I'll come back before you leave. We can go back to our alma mater together." I said okay, it wouldn't make a difference if I stayed a couple more days, and besides, I hadn't bought my train tickets yet
. In the afternoon, the boy came to ask me to go to the Information City with him, and I said okay. Then the two of us walked along Taidong Pedestrian Street to the Information City. Luckily, it wasn't far, only about 10 minutes away. The boy wanted to buy a 2GB USB drive. I said, "Let's go to the basement level; it's all the same stuff, and the things upstairs are more expensive." He said okay, and we went downstairs one after the other. He inadvertently glanced at my bra, and there was a white, tender mound inside. His little guy suddenly got aroused, and I smiled helplessly to myself...
After buying the USB drive, it was only a little past 3 pm. The weather was a bit cloudy today, but there was no wind. The weather in Qingdao in May is quite nice. I said, "Where should we go for fun? How about the beach? I haven't been to the beach in a long time." He said okay. Just then, bus number 5 came, so we took it to Zhanqiao Pier.
The pier is where I first hugged my boyfriend; scenes from the past flashed before my eyes like a slideshow…
Today, the pier wasn't very crowded, mainly because the weather wasn't good, and the photos wouldn't turn out well. We walked around the pier, each lost in our own thoughts. On the way back, he told me he was a Chinese literature major, and I said I was a finance major. I could tell he was a humanities student just by looking at how quiet and cute he was. He said he wasn't quiet at all, and for some reason, he didn't feel like being active today. I teased him, saying, "Because you met me, right? Trying to show me your more masculine side?" He said, "No way!" I said, "Of course not!" And so we started playfully teasing each other. When we got out of the car, it had started to drizzle. He mustered up his courage, took my hand, and said, "Let's run!" I was startled, then blushed, but didn't pull my hand away. I said, "Let's take a walk." I couldn't have asked for that. And so, he held (stroking) my hand as we strolled along the pedestrian street. It suddenly felt like first love again, a pure and innocent feeling, so unforgettable.
When we got home, our clothes were soaked from the light rain. We went to our respective rooms. My classmate lives with his girlfriend, and the house has everything they need. With nothing else to do, I started playing games on my classmate's computer. A little while later, I knocked and came in, carrying my laptop, saying the USB drive wasn't working. I said I'd already tested it when I bought it, so how could it not work? I said, "Take a look." He plugged the USB drive into my classmate's computer, found the new hardware, and said, "OK." I said, "That's great!" He said, "It doesn't work on my laptop." He took my laptop and looked at it; only one of the four USB ports was in use. I said, "Try a different port. You plugged it in the one next to the mouse, right?" I said, "Yeah, the back one is inconvenient." I smiled and handed him the USB drive, telling him to plug it into the USB port on the back. Because my classmate rented a place and there were no chairs, he and I sat on the edge of the bed. When I turned to insert the USB drive, my upturned buttocks were right in front of his face. My tight, high-elastic jeans, soaked from the rain, clung to my skin, digging deeply into my alluring cleft, dividing my hips into two beautiful curves. My long, slender legs lightly brushed against his face, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. He really wanted it; his little sister was already unable to resist the temptation and was already wet and erect. I awkwardly shifted slightly, but my foot accidentally touched a power cord on the floor. Suddenly, I cried out and landed on his lap. I instinctively felt his little brother being pressed down hard. I was very embarrassed. He probably knew I was sitting on his little brother too. Moving or not moving didn't work either, but he was in pain, so I had to move. He gently moved my leg, letting his little brother move between my thighs, but his little brother still wouldn't give in. It grew harder and harder, pressing against my thighs, trying to jump out. The room was now silent except for our rapid, heavy breathing. After a while, neither of us moved, perhaps both anticipating something.
He gently embraced my trembling body, then tightened his hold, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Suddenly, he turned around, his soft lips pressing against mine. I was lost in the moment; I didn't know what I was thinking, only wanting to hold his shoulders and kiss him passionately. The instant our tongues met, I felt his body tremble, his chest pressing against mine. All remaining reason in my mind vanished. He lifted me up and kissed me passionately by the bedside. As I reveled in the pleasure of our French kiss, he suddenly groaned, his eyes opening slightly, and he pointed to the curtains. He gently placed me on the bed, got up, closed the door, and drew the curtains. Although it was only a little past 4 a.m., the room was already quite dark due to the overcast sky, so I turned on the bedside lamp as well.
I curled up on the bed like a little white rabbit, my eyes tightly closed, my body still trembling. He gently walked over, stretched out his arms and helped me up. Softness... that was all I felt. I didn't need to ask anything more; silence spoke louder than words!
He slowly took off my coat, revealing my spiderweb-patterned tank top. He kissed me, gently, kissing my chin, lips, eyes, and forehead. At the same time, my hands were constantly caressing, pinching, and kneading his waist. When I pressed my lips to his nose, I giggled, then reached out his arms. He took the opportunity to remove my tank top, leaving only my pink bra, white and tender, full yet elastic. Without the protection of my outer clothing, my face flushed, and I went limp in his arms, my hands tightly wrapped around his neck. He quickly took off his coat and slowly pressed himself against me.
My breasts were medium-sized, but quite full and firm. His lips lingered on the edge of my breasts outside my bra, his hands secretly reaching under me to find the clasp. The moment he lifted his arms to unhook my bra, I felt his trembling; he dared not do anything more. He leaned forward, pressing me completely beneath him, wanting to give me a sense of security. He pressed down on me, listening to my panting, rhythmically moving his body back and forth, his hard penis rubbing against my lower abdomen and inner thighs. He deliberately used force, ripping off my bra in one swift motion, sucking my tongue tightly and frantically, giving me no chance to reason. His kisses covered my neck, earlobes, and every sensitive area I could reach. Suddenly, I felt a salty taste. He slowly looked up and saw the tears in my eyes, his thoughts becoming complicated again. A woman's tears at this moment are the most lethal, the most moving—he had to admit!
He licked away my tears with the tip of his tongue, holding me tightly, pressing me down. My body trembled and I convulsed, yet I was burning with desire. This was all he could do now, gently kissing me and holding me close.
Unable to resist the temptation, his hands gently unbuttoned and zipped my jeans. My shoes had already been removed with my feet during our kiss. He slowly pulled down my pants, his tongue relentlessly licking my sensitive areas, giving me no chance to think rationally.
When a woman is left only in her underwear, lying on the bed, I believe no man would resist that temptation. My long,
disheveled hair lay on the pillow, my slender eyebrows, clear eyes, cute little nose, cherry lips glistening with saliva, and the faint blush on my neck—he lost all reason, wanting only to possess me. His thoughts were that simple, without any other ulterior motives.
He pressed himself against my body once more, kissing my lips. A sudden, intense excitement made us both tremble. He sucked on my tongue, feeling the saliva welling up inside, while his hands caressed my full breasts, sending a jolt of electricity through my brain and body. I felt my desire subside; I gently pushed him away a few times, then finally gave in, clinging tightly to his neck. I rubbed my breasts against his chest, seeking that subtle stimulation. He lowered his head, taking one of my full, soft, and firm nipples into his mouth, his tongue gently licking and caressing the tender, proud tip, my most sensitive "bud." His right hand grasped my other, lonely, soft breast, his thumb lightly flicking the dazzling, rosy, delicate, and shy "strawberry." He didn't have much experience; he just kept circling and rubbing. He didn't dare to rub too hard, afraid of hurting me. It felt like a long time had passed, and his arm was numb. He needed to rest and change positions, otherwise he would embarrass himself. He kissed my two "buds" heavily again, then took my lips into his mouth and teased my tongue. When he felt suffocated, he tried to pull his tongue out, but I bit his tongue with my teeth and kept licking his tongue with my own. He was overwhelmed. He held my body with one hand, and his other hand wandered to the edge of my underwear, lightly tracing the edge with his fingers, then his whole palm rested on my underwear. Wet, still wet.
He pressed, rubbed, and massaged my underwear hard. The small underwear couldn't cover the thick pubic hair, and the itchy feeling made him suddenly stick his fingers into my underwear, his middle finger just inside my vagina. "Ah..." I suddenly woke up, hugging my arm tightly, and didn't move.
He was startled, then realized he might have accidentally hurt her. He gently rubbed his face against my cheek, teasing me with his tongue, and slowly pressed it against my cherry lips. The intense heat within me finally erupted, my defenses crumbling completely. I responded with gasps, utterly lost in the moment. He knew he couldn't stop again, or it would be a wasted effort.
He held me tightly, kissing me passionately, his right hand quickly pulling down my underwear. My penis was already throbbing with desire. I kept wriggling my hips to find that eagerly awaited member. He hurriedly unbuckled his belt, pulling down my underwear along with it. With a soft moan, he slowly entered me.
He saw my tears again. I was still nervous, my vagina contracting with pleasurable sensations. He could only thrust gently, using all his limited sexual experience to tease me, his tongue entwining with hers. He held me tightly, covering us both with a blanket.
That night, he remembered my two tears. All he could hear was the patter of rain outside and my moans. He's never experienced that intoxicating feeling again, perhaps because he's too busy with work and has lost that passion. I wish you happiness!

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