Remembering the policewoman who gave me a ride

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It was the summer of 2008. I was driving my recently purchased Mercedes-Benz from Shantou to Shenzhen. Just as I entered the highway tollbooth, I was stopped by two male police officers. I hadn't broken any rules, had I? Puzzled, I rolled down my window. One of the officers smiled and said, "Sir, could you give me a ride?" Oh, I wanted a ride. I asked, "Where to?" "Shenzhen." I readily agreed, thinking: I'm driving alone for four hours anyway, so having a companion would be good. The officer thanked me profusely and waved, and a female police officer emerged from the air-conditioned tollbooth. Ah, a beautiful woman! So pretty. Over 160cm tall, slender, oval-faced, with large, bright eyes and fair skin. Despite the sweltering summer heat, she was neatly dressed in her police uniform. She sat gracefully in the passenger seat, smiled sweetly at me, and said, "Thank you." "You're welcome." With these greetings, I drove onto the highway to Shenzhen. Through our conversation, I learned that she had just graduated from the Police University a year ago and was interning in Shenzhen. The two male police officers were her classmates, and she was there to attend their wedding. Her boyfriend's father was a leader in the provincial department, and it was through this connection that she was able to come to Shenzhen.
It started raining along the way, and the rain got heavier and heavier. Because we weren't familiar with each other, we talked less and less. After passing Shanwei, we encountered a traffic jam, probably due to an accident ahead. The car moved very slowly. Out of boredom, she took out a Sony laptop. I glanced at it; it had a wireless network card. She smiled at me: "Bored, I'm going online." Her smile was charming and alluring, and combined with her police uniform, it inevitably stirred up some fantasies. I continued to slowly follow the car in front of me. She, however, was engrossed in the computer, typing away. I couldn't help but ask, "Chatting?" "No, I'm writing something." I teased her, "It's not about Huang ****, is it?" To my surprise, she generously replied, "Haha, if I wrote it, I guarantee it'd be number one in clicks." I looked at her mischievously, "Then hurry up and write it. When we get to Shenzhen, I'll be the first to read it." The car stopped again, and we started chatting again. The rain was getting heavier, and dark clouds loomed overhead. Although it was only a little past 3 pm, it was very dark, so I turned on the headlights. The car's air conditioning was cool, and Cai Qin's songs were playing. I took out two cans of Red Bull and gave her one. "It has hormones, I don't drink it," she pouted. "Sorry, this is the only drink I brought. But, a little bit is good for your health," I smiled wickedly. As we chatted, we started talking about relationships. She seemed quite envious of many passionate stories, yet she was bound by traditional values. I asked her, "If given the chance, would you try it?" She seemed to blush immediately; I couldn't see it clearly, but I could sense it. "No, well, it depends on the person. There has to be a connection. What about you?" I didn't react immediately: "Me? I've been longing for it for a long time. But I just haven't met the right person. These things are a matter of chance."
She drawled, "You, really? A handsome, rich man like you would remain celibate? I don't believe it." I laughed: "No, I'm no longer a virgin. I've just seen too much of the world of romance. Better to taste one good peach than a basket of rotten apricots." She sighed, "You're right." ...
Before we knew it, the road ahead was clear. Just as we were about to speed up, we realized it was pouring rain. The wipers were useless; the water was deep, and we couldn't see the road ahead at all. She was a little nervous: "Let's find a place to stop. I saw a sign; there seems to be a rest stop ahead." I didn't dare drive any further and got off at the rest stop a short distance away. We parked the car in a less flooded area. I wanted to get out, but the rain was too heavy. There weren't many cars around. We settled down and sat quietly. She was on her cell phone calling her boyfriend, saying it might be late when we got back. After a while, she said she was a little hungry. I searched everywhere but couldn't find anything to eat. So I drove to a store, rushed out, and bought a whole bag of what I thought girls liked to eat. Even though it was nearby, when I got back to the car, my upper body was soaked, and my shoes were full of water.
She hurriedly took out tissues to wipe the water off my face and body. "Your clothes are soaked, don't wear them, take them off." She said apologetically, "It's all my fault, I made you a drowned rat." I comforted her, "We're both frequent travelers, no need to be so polite. I'm hungry too." I took off my shoes and socks, and drove barefoot to a repair shop with its doors closed on higher ground. It was raining heavily outside, and we started dinner shirtless to the sound of soft music.
The rain was still pouring down. The distance between us seemed to shrink considerably. She became more talkative, telling me about her childhood, about her time at police academy… I looked at her, gazing at her for a long time. An impulse gradually rose within me. I couldn't resist the urge to embrace her, to kiss her lovely cherry lips. My heart pounded wildly; I could hear it myself. I made an excuse: “You look so weak, how could you be a police officer? How was your training at the academy? Come on, let’s arm wrestle.” She generously extended her right hand and placed it on the center armrest, and I gently grasped her delicate hand. Smooth skin, long, slender fingers. Of course, she was no match for me. After the arm wrestling, she withdrew her right hand. I took the opportunity to grasp her left hand; her hand hesitated, but she didn't pull it away. I seized the opportunity to lightly trace her palm and the back of her hand with my fingernail. She lowered her head, silent. Her palms were sweaty. “Your hands are sweaty,” I said. “I get nervous when others touch me,” she said softly. Seeing her incredibly shy expression, I could no longer resist. I pulled her close and kissed her cherry lips. She kept her mouth tightly shut, struggling, "No, don't do this, it's not right." I held her tightly and slowly reclined her chair, pressing my entire body against hers. I kissed her earlobe and her neck repeatedly. She pushed me away forcefully with both hands. I pressed her hands behind her back and held her tightly. I breathed heavily and kissed her face again, this time her lips were not tightly closed. They were half-open, exhaling fragrant breath. I gently extended my tongue to her soft lips, lightly sweeping it back and forth between her upper and lower lips, tracing its path over her teeth. She stopped struggling, and her hands were already on my shoulders. Her tongue began to actively enter my mouth, and I suddenly opened my mouth wide, completely engulfing her fragrant mouth. I thrust and swirled my tongue in and out of her mouth. Her petite body writhed as I touched her. I seized the opportunity to unbutton her police uniform blouse. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, preventing me from unbuttoning it. I didn't force her, but instead used my left hand to massage her breasts through the uniform. Her breasts weren't very large; I could just hold them in one hand. I slowly massaged and rubbed them. Below, I used my right leg to spread her legs apart, pressing my thigh against her crotch, rubbing up and down. I continued like this, kissing her from above, massaging her in the middle, and stroking her from below. Gradually, she began to moan softly, raising her hips higher and trying to push against my leg. I unbuttoned her uniform again, and this time she didn't resist. The buttons came off easily, and I whispered in her ear, "Take it off." Perhaps because there was something hard pressing against her chest, making us both uncomfortable, she hesitated for a moment, but still took it off. I took the opportunity to remove her bra. In the darkness, her entire breasts were exposed before my eyes, erect and white like small snow-capped mountains, her nipples standing proudly like mountain peaks. I pounced on her, passionately kissing her breasts, which were now mine. Her moans grew louder, and she held my head tightly in her arms. Her long hair, which had been tied up, was now loose. I took her breasts into my mouth, sucking deeply and then releasing them. She kept lifting her head to kiss my shoulders. I moved down her chest, kissing her soft abdomen. Her skin was as smooth as silk. I kissed her navel, and she held my head, breathing heavily, her chest heaving. I poured the Red Bull next to me onto her navel, sucking on it in small sips. I could feel her whole body trembling. I freed my right hand to unbuckle her belt, but she held on tightly, pleading softly, "Please spare me, please spare me." At that moment, it was like a battle cry. I wasn't going to stop. Finally, she couldn't resist me and let go. I unbuckled her belt and pulled down her underwear, and she willingly lifted her hips to cooperate. At that moment, she was completely naked in front of me. I instantly removed both my underwear and my pants. At that moment, we hugged each other tightly. She excitedly said, "You rascal, you've really gotten me into trouble this time." I reached for her vulva; it was already soaking wet. I kissed her tenderly while gently rubbing her clitoris with my middle finger. Her little thing was erect and throbbing. As my pace quickened, her cries grew louder. Suddenly, her body arched back, stiffened, and she cried out loudly, "Ah, ahh, ahhhhh..." The entire leather seat was covered in her fluids. She had climaxed. Suddenly, she collapsed. She closed her eyes, motionless. I lifted her legs and pressed my pent-up erection against her. After several attempts, I couldn't penetrate. She murmured, "I can't take it anymore, stop." Even so, she guided my penis into her vagina. Although she had just climaxed, it was still very tight inside. I was enveloped tightly, warmly surrounded. At that moment, I felt like I was on a cloud. I didn't thrust immediately. I lay on top of her, trying to support my weight with my elbows so as not to make her uncomfortable. She wrapped her arms around me again, one foot against the window, the other on the window sill. I took a deep breath and inserted my penis all the way into her vagina, remaining motionless. Then I used my muscles to gently throb my penis inside her. With each throb, she cried out. Later, she slowly contracted her vaginal muscles. We cooperated like this, fully enjoying each other's pleasure and genuine giving, at least in that moment. She bit my ear: "I love it when you do this to me, I'll never forget it." I said, "Baby, the best is yet to come." After saying that, I pulled my penis out a little and gently rubbed it up and down, left and right, back and forth at her vaginal opening. After a few dozen strokes, her breathing became rapid again: "I want it, I want it, I want you." I teased her deliberately: "What do you want, my baby?" At first she didn't answer, so I continued to thrust into her. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" She was already in a daze of passion: "I want you in." "What are you doing here?" "Ah, ahh!" She spread her legs wide, "I want you to penetrate me." I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust in recklessly. She screamed "Ah!" as I thrust rapidly, her cries growing louder. Just as I was about to reach my climax, I felt her vaginal muscles tighten. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" she screamed wildly. The sound of rain hitting the car mingled with her blissful shouts, like a passionate symphony. At that moment, I used the last bit of strength in my body to paddle one last time, finally reaching the crest of the wave... We held each other tightly. At that moment, I believed we were both truly giving, both acting with our hearts, both experiencing with our hearts. Afterwards, on the way to Shenzhen, we didn't say much to each other. I drove slowly, wanting to hold onto the time we spent together. I knew I couldn't. On the road of life, we were destined to meet. We didn't care about forever; we cared about what we had... When we arrived in Shenzhen, we parted ways. I watched her figure gradually recede into the distance, disappearing under the streetlights of the residential area. We didn't know each other's names or contact information. As she got off the bus, she said, "I'll miss you." Me too. No matter how many years later, even if I bury her deep in my heart, I will still miss her. I wish her well.

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