My Sexual History, Part 4: Romantic Encounters Are All About Lust

page views:1 Publication date:2015-09-15

Earlier, I mentioned that when I was around twenty-four or twenty-five, I suddenly developed a liking for small, tight, thin thongs. Wearing them gave me a subtle pleasure.
Back then, when I traveled for work, I could only stay in guesthouses. My workplace was decent; they allowed us to have single rooms, meaning one person per room. Otherwise, we had to share a room with strangers. So, in guesthouses, those who could afford single rooms were considered to have status, and the staff would often treat them with special regard. At several tens of yuan a night, it was considered high-end and luxurious in the early 1990s.
Most of the guesthouse staff were women in their thirties. They were diligent, efficient, and often quite voluptuous. In my memory, they often had very fair skin. Every time I visited this city, I stayed at this guesthouse because it had several such voluptuous and fair-skinned staff members. Watching them come and go in front of you was comforting. Especially at night, one of them would stay on duty while the others left, which inevitably filled you with anticipation.
I never knew her last name. Strangely enough, I never asked her. Anyway, every time I saw her, she always smiled, a strange smile that was both endearing and unsettling. Sometimes when I ran into her at the front desk checking in, she would always say, "You're here again." So I knew she recognized me.
The guesthouse had three floors. The first and second floors had regular rooms, while the better rooms were on the third floor, which only occupied half of the building. Most guests stayed on the first and second floors. I always stayed on the third floor—it was cool and quiet. More importantly, I noticed that the staff's rooms were also on the third floor, and they were the first rooms after going up the stairs. So I could see them every time I went in or out. Their rooms were the same size as mine, but they didn't have air conditioning. My room was a guest room, which was probably the hallmark of the guesthouse's deluxe rooms.
Early one morning, I got up and went to the bathroom, and I saw her squatting on the floor washing clothes. A quick glance revealed that she was washing her underwear from yesterday. I could tell at a glance that they were those small briefs. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. After washing my face, I stood beside her and talked to her, but my eyes were actually glued to the half of her buttocks that were sticking out. Because she was squatting on the ground, her pants had slipped down quite a bit, revealing the edge of her underwear. I then noticed how incredibly white her skin was. After talking for a long time, her clothes were finished washing. She stood up and said, "Okay, my legs are numb." Apparently, squatting for so long had made her legs numb. She patted her waist, and I could feel her breasts heaving quite a bit. She was a **.**
The next day was Sunday, and I didn't have to go out to work. I lay in bed, enjoying the tranquility of the morning. There didn't seem to be many guests that day. The whole building seemed unusually quiet. I closed my eyes, imagining her without clothes. Small, tight, thin panties stretched across her buttocks, my penis throbbing and pulsating. At that time, the cleaning staff would definitely come to clean the rooms around nine o'clock every morning, and I was waiting for her. Sure enough, a little after nine, I heard the key ring. I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
I lay sprawled on the bed, secretly pulling out a few pubic hairs, the exact shape of my penis clearly visible. I waited quietly. At first, there was no sound. After a while, I heard the soft sound of wiping the table, then sweeping the floor. Normally, that would mean the cleaning was finished. But then I heard the wiping again, followed by sweeping. I could clearly feel her right next to my bed; I could even hear her breathing.
I wonder if anyone has ever experienced this feeling—the feeling of clearly sensing a member of the opposite sex peeping at your genitals. That secret pleasure, you can even feel her gaze caressing your genitals. It's a wonderful feeling. You feel a deep sense of pleasure at your own allure to the opposite sex. A strange sexual pleasure.
After some time, I pretended to turn over in my sleep and casually fiddled with my penis outside my underwear. A while later, I felt her leave, leaving the room.
After she left, I touched my underwear and found it was already soaking wet. Men also experience seminal emission in such moments of excitement. Ancient books call it "sperm flowing like water."
The next day, she wasn't on duty; another waitress was.
The third day, she was on duty again.
Around 10 PM, I bought a large watermelon. A while later, I heard her lock the door downstairs, come upstairs, and go into her room.
I went over and said I'd bought a watermelon and wanted to borrow a knife. She smiled, took a small knife from her drawer, and handed it to me.
I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and only a small, tight, thin pair of briefs.
I said, "Let's eat watermelon together." She said no. I said I couldn't finish it by myself and asked her to help me. She looked at me and smiled. I noticed her lips were very sexy.
I said, "There's no air conditioning here, it's too hot. Let's go to my room." She didn't say anything. I said, "Okay." She said, "I'll be there in a bit."
A little while later, she really did come. Then we ate the watermelon. After we finished the watermelon, I sat in the wicker chair and chatted with her. She sat in the wooden chair opposite me, watching me.
I picked up the newspaper next to me, pretending to read it, and covered my eyes. I knew her eyes were definitely fixed on my crotch. Because I could feel her gaze caressing my throbbing, hot penis.
I quietly lowered the newspaper a little, and sure enough, as expected, her eyes shone with a strange light. A word suddenly popped into my head: so lewd.
I said, "
Isn't it pretty?"
She said, "No, it's not." I
said, "Why isn't it pretty?" She
said, "It just isn't." I said, "Yours is pretty, isn't it?" She said,
"I don't know. "
I said, "Let me see."
She said, "I won't let you see."
I put down the newspaper, walked to her side, squatted down, lifted her skirt, and saw the panties I'd seen her washing a few days ago, tightly stretched across her mons pubis.
I gently pulled open the crotch of her panties and pressed my lips to them. Because she was sitting, I had to tilt my head back high to reach her labia. Through her silk skirt, I saw her head lowered, her eyes slightly closed, looking like she was enjoying it.
I sucked her entire large labia into my mouth. She let out a loud "oh," arched her back, and slid down. I felt much better; I could now suck her labia normally.
This was my first time licking a woman. I'd imagined it many times before. Every time, it was the same plump, fair-skinned woman with large breasts, a big butt, and such large labia, and a huge clitoris. All of this came together in that moment.
Everything that followed was a natural progression. The guesthouse bed was of poor quality; it creaked loudly when we made love. She spread the blanket on the floor and had me lie on it. She squatted down, held my penis, and inserted it, shaking it vigorously. Sometimes she would gently rub it. I felt incredibly good. Looking up at her, I saw her body leaning back, her hands on the ground, her entire abdomen rising, her vaginal muscles rubbing against the head of my penis with wonderful pleasure. Under the light, I only thought her abdomen was so large and sexy. Suddenly, I realized that her thighs and abdomen weren't actually white, but what I later learned was a "wheat tan." From then on, I knew that wheat-colored women had the strongest sex drive. Pure white women were just pretty.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/94894.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=94894&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : My wife has also started paying attention (to my training experience).

Next Page : On her first day at the black stockings club, my wife specifically arranged for a single man to book her services.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

My Sexual History, Part 4: Romantic Encounters Are All About Lust

comment Open a new window to view comments