Female athletes having sex in cars

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My acquaintance with Jo began when I was bored after work in Wuxi, and QQ became my main form of entertainment. Jo, like many others, was one of the few who replied to my messages. After chatting for a few days, I managed to arrange a meeting. She worked at Carrefour and finished work around 9 PM. I timed my wait and waited for her at the entrance, mostly out of curiosity about her appearance—I wondered if she was unattractive!

A light spring drizzle pattered against the car window, making the night lights appear even more hazy and dreamlike. A wave of people leaving the mall surged out and quickly disappeared into the night. Among the remaining sparse figures, Jo appeared. Thank goodness, she didn't look unattractive in the lamplight. She looked to be around 25 or 26 years old, with a round face and a relatively robust build. I welcomed Jo into the car, and our friendly opening remarks prevented any awkwardness or unfamiliarity in our subsequent conversation. We drove a little further away to a late-night eatery to warm up. The conversation mainly revolved around our first impressions. Don't expect success on the first meeting. After dinner, I took her home, hoping to leave a good impression.

The second meeting was similar, with more conversation. Jo had previously represented Wuxi in the provincial games' track and field events, but her brief marriage lasted less than a year before ending in divorce; she had no children. Jo mentioned her upcoming birthday and her wish for a Pixiu pendant. Whether Jo said it intentionally or I was listening, I happened to be on a business trip and saw a jade sale, so I bought one for a few dozen yuan; the packaging was exquisite and classy.

The third meeting was after her night shift. I deliberately drove to a secluded spot in the lakeside woods and pulled her out of the car. My right arm naturally wrapped around her from behind, and before she could react, my left hand swiftly presented her with a small gift box, whispering "Happy Birthday!" Women, you know, get excited over a little romance. I didn't care that I was already holding her; she sweetly thanked me. I opened the packaging, hung the pendant around her neck, and continued to embrace her, gradually launching my advances. I smelled her hair, touched her ear with my lips, and after a token attempt to avoid me, she gave in and kissed my lips directly. This time, she didn't resist; she slowly responded, our tongues swirling together, and Jo slowly became intoxicated. Since there weren't many good places to go nearby, I pulled Jo into the back seat. It's worth noting that the car windows were tinted, making it impossible to see inside from the outside, especially at night – a perfectly private space. Once in the back seat, I pulled her onto my lap and we continued our intimate moments. She didn't resist as we undressed. Perhaps because she was an athlete, her skin was full, smooth, and elastic. Her breasts were at most a B cup, and running my fingers down her sparse pubic hair, I didn't feel much moisture, but that was enough for penetration. After a brief foreplay, I entered her directly. Jo responded enthusiastically, her body and the car body moving rhythmically. Within ten minutes, the inside of the car windows was filled with steam, a white mist, making the space even more private. After a period of intense activity, I ejaculated. I rested on her for a moment, my penis still enveloped by Jo, and I could clearly feel the rhythm inside her. Strangely, Jo became increasingly wet towards the end, leaving a large wet patch under the seat. Luckily, it was genuine leather; otherwise, I don't know how I would have cleaned it.

For a year and a half, we met once or twice a month for sex. Each time, Jo would take the initiative, giving me oral sex and actively engaging in foreplay. We always had sex in the car. Sometimes, during sex, Jo would complain while moaning, "My girl's been waiting for you for a month and you still haven't come. It's making her so itchy." Sometimes, after the first time, when we went outside for some fresh air, Jo would expose her lower body, spread her legs, and place them on the front seat. She would occasionally open the back door, stick her head out, and ask, "Want more? If not, I'll clean up."

We were both perfectly aware that we were just friends with benefits; there was no other contact, we only met when we needed to. Until October 2008, when Jo found a new boyfriend and didn't want to continue the relationship, and my work location changed, the friends with benefits ended. I knew it would end sooner or later. Actually, in early 2008, while maintaining a friends with benefits relationship with Jo, I had already started dating Jane.

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