First time having sex in a car at the wetland park

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Every relationship goes through stages of unfamiliarity and familiarity, hesitation and determination, sweetness and bittersweetness, freedom and constraint. As long as we've smiled and experienced it, the memories and recollections afterward will still be beautiful.

This is an experience that has ended, and the main reason it ended was simply because it was "too far to reach."

Don't laugh, it means exactly what it says.

She's gone now, working abroad for the past two years, probably for three or four years.

Because of this, and also because I like Jay Chou's songs, I changed my forum ID to "A Cannon from a Thousand Miles Away."

In reality, a cannon can't travel that far. Although I occasionally tease her on WeChat, and she posts photos, it's not a quick fix, and the time difference has gradually distanced us.

As for whether we'll rekindle our relationship when she returns, that's another story.

That year, we met through work, and our work-related interactions increased. I also helped her with things related to rankings and honors, so we gradually became familiar, and unknowingly, we were attracted to each other. What happened next was a natural progression.

We had many romantic spots together, but most of the time we were quite reserved. After all, it was a third-tier city, not very big, so we had to be careful.

Our usual dates were at the cinema, Western restaurants, cafes, and other places to eat.

Eating was a great way to spend time together. Especially at a Western restaurant, sitting in a corner, listening to live piano music, sitting side-by-side, eating Western food, holding hands, and occasionally feeding each other, our hands would unconsciously wander to... well, you know. Those who've been there know what I mean by that subtle, ambiguous feeling.

However, Western restaurants were usually open around lunchtime, so the time was relatively short, and there was no chance of a casual encounter. Therefore, most of our gatherings were in the evening, and that's where the story began.

A short distance from both our homes, there was a barbecue restaurant called "Qingdao Beer Barbecue City," which was pretty good.

That summer, we went there often. Across from the barbecue restaurant was a famous local river that flowed through the city, a 25-kilometer stretch through the central urban area, beautifully adorning the city.

This area is also a key development area for the city. It was nominally declared a national wetland park, and in reality, funds have been invested in greening and beautification. There's a 20-kilometer running track along the river, and many people go there for walks and runs in the evenings. So this is actually a good choice: first, barbecue and drinks, then a walk along the river, a perfect place for romance.

She's actually a very cunning woman. Every time she goes to a barbecue restaurant, she invites her best friend along. Her best friend has been divorced for several years and is currently single. This way, if she runs into someone she knows, it's easy to find an excuse to introduce her best friend to someone (I guess that's what she's thinking). We've had many barbecues like this, the three of us barbecuing and drinking (draft beer and dark beer), then going our separate ways afterward. However, I was going the same way as her, while her best friend was going in the other direction. This made things much more convenient.

One night, while we were eating together, I deliberately encouraged her to drink a few more glasses of wine. She drank more than usual and seemed a little excited. After dinner, her best friend left. She's experienced; she knows what's going on.

I said to her, "Let's go get some fresh air," and she agreed. Then we deliberately drove a distance away.

Back then, drunk driving wasn't strictly enforced, so I drove along the park road, intentionally drifting downstream.

After parking, I rolled down the window, and the breeze made me a little tipsy. I said, "Let's rest for a bit," and she agreed

. We reclined the seats together. I pulled her into my arms, took her hand, and gently stroked it. I had already taken advantage of her before, so she didn't resist, and being a little drunk, she became somewhat unrestrained. I took the opportunity to kiss her, turning my head to the side, and we kissed passionately—a French kiss.

That day she was wearing a white dress and a loose-fitting top, very comfortable. But I had ulterior motives; I was prepared beforehand, wearing loose sweatpants.

In the summer weather, skin to skin, pressed tightly together, she quickly became aroused. We kissed intermittently, exchanged sweet nothings, and my other hand had already slipped inside her shirt to unhook her bra. She rolled her eyes at me but didn't say anything.

I gently stroked her breasts with my fingers and began to play the piano. Her breasts weren't large, probably a B to C. I don't know much about women's sizes, but strangely, they were quite firm and pink, which is rare.

When I pressed harder, she would wriggle a little, but the more she wriggled, the more stimulation she got; her buttocks were more likely to arouse me. When someone walked by, I stopped.

My movements became more vigorous, and I used more techniques. After all, we'd been to hotels many times, and I knew where her sensitive spots were. She started to moan softly. I continued to tease her, intermittently, my hand slipping from her shirt, from her waist to her skirt. Through her underwear, I could feel it was already a little wet.

I whispered in her ear, "You're already wet."

Then I gently touched her underwear with my fingers. She patted my hand through her skirt and said, "You're so naughty."

I chuckled and didn't say anything.

By this time, it was quite hard, pressing against her through her skirt. I took her hand and made her touch my big thing. She touched it a couple of times, blushing and not saying anything.

I asked her if she wanted to try it here.

She said no, there were people here.

It was already past 9 pm, and the place was downstream, relatively secluded, with very few people around.

I said, "It's okay, there are very few people now. And everyone is walking back, there will be fewer and fewer people."

She didn't say anything.

I knew this was already extremely rare; women always have to be reserved.

So I continued to tease her, slipping my hand under her skirt, through the seam of her bra, and immediately found her G-spot. She trembled all over, which startled me so much that I didn't dare move.

We paused for a while and then continued. She's sensitive and gets wet easily. Soon she was quite aroused, and I said, "Take it off, or you'll be completely wet."

She turned away, and when the people walking by had passed and there was no one within about 10 meters, she quickly took off her panties, put them in her bag, and didn't forget to give me a dirty look. Her expression was absolutely captivating, so tender and gentle.

I had her change positions, sitting on my left lap, while I leaned back in my seat. We faced the river, the sound of flowing water constant, though the current wasn't fast.

I pulled my Okamoto 003 from my pocket, pulled down my sweatpants a little, and quickly put them on. I had her lift her skirt, letting it drape over me, and she slowly sat down. This position immediately reached her depths, and she involuntarily let out a soft "Ah!"

Then I began to thrust gently, supporting her waist and moving in sync, while keeping an eye on the surroundings. If anyone came, I would stop. Occasionally, I would get excited and thrust harder inside her, the tension causing her to tremble slightly.

We were both a little nervous, after all, it was our first time "outdoors," and I guessed she had never had this experience before. In short, it felt incredibly exciting. Proceeding quietly like this, the sense of fulfillment, the tension, the thrill were truly incomparable to any other experience.

About ten minutes later, I suddenly heard footsteps and voices behind me. I didn't hear what they were saying carefully, but I sensed that she suddenly became very tense, her thigh muscles tightened, and then she inexplicably squeezed me tightly—with great force, as if it were intentional.

Caught off guard, I lost control and ejaculated instantly, hitting her again through her raincoat. She moaned softly a few times, her voice suppressed, deliberately held back. I held her from behind, not pulling out of her body, patted her shoulder, and we cuddled together for a while.

After waiting a while, I checked my phone; it was getting late. I helped her up, pulled out of her body, and helped her put on her underwear. We talked for a bit more, then walked back to the street.

That's when she told me that something had happened earlier; she'd heard a familiar voice—her office manager, who lived in a nearby residential compound. She hadn't expected him to be out so late.

I said, "No wonder." I then walked her home, turning back at the traffic light near her house.

In a dark corner, we kissed for a while.

We didn't talk much on WeChat that night, since she was home. She was quite clever; after getting home, she made an excuse about drinking and went to shower, thinking that any traces would disappear afterward.

Later, when I wanted to rekindle the experience, although she enjoyed it, she was worried about running into acquaintances and refused. So, we mostly did it in hotels. Hotels have their own unique smells, but it was a different experience altogether.

Later, due to work, she went to work abroad, a long distance away. She might not even come back once a year. I've measured it on a map; it's several kilometers as the crow flies. We mainly communicate via WeChat. She sometimes sends me photos—various photos of herself—which I've deliberately hidden away on my phone, but it's still a long distance. Plus, other things have come up, so I've gradually reduced my flirting with her.

Flirting without getting anything in return is always dry and tasteless. Just indulging in empty words is pointless.

As for how we'll get along when she comes back, I haven't thought it through yet, and I'm not planning to think that far ahead for now. Maybe we'll rekindle our relationship, maybe we'll drift further apart, maybe we'll maintain an ambiguous relationship—anything is possible. Life goes on, and we need to look forward and make new friends.

(The End)

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