A romantic encounter on a rugged mountain road

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Several years ago, one winter, my company sent me on a business trip to the vicinity of Changbai Mountain. Unable to get a train ticket, I opted for a long-distance bus. The bumpy ride was agonizing; I felt like my stomach was about to come up. The bus departed from Changchun, a journey of about fourteen hours, and I had no idea how I would endure the more than 1,000 kilometers. Luckily, before boarding, I bought a pornographic magazine from a street vendor. The photos of naked men and women and the erotic novels inside added a bit of amusement to my otherwise boring journey. I have a peculiar habit: I read serious books very slowly, but I can skim through pornographic magazines and memorize them all. I don't know if it's genetic or something else, but I finished it very quickly.

The bus traveled along the rugged mountain road, the air was oppressive, the atmosphere heavy, and it seemed no one spoke. The only sounds were the wind outside and the creaking of the windows. The bus was originally full, but more than half of the passengers got off midway, leaving very few. My seat was in the middle of the last row, the middle one of the five seats in a row. Originally, there were people on either side of me, but now it was just me and another girl. I'm not usually one to pay much attention to girls, but I hadn't noticed this girl at first. I only occasionally glanced at her out of the corner of my eye; she seemed pretty, but I didn't dare look at her directly. However, due to the bumpy ride, she felt nauseous and vomited. I happened to have some motion sickness pills with me, so I gave her two and offered her some water. She thanked me profusely. It's nothing, as long as you're happy, I'm happy, haha! In the short time we exchanged a few words, I looked at her face. She was indeed quite attractive, around 31 or 32 years old, with a mature, womanly charm. XL likes this type of mature woman the most, so I started to feel a stirring in my heart. However, because I'm not very bold, I didn't dare to do anything out of line, just engaging in friendly conversation.

After a while, she said she felt much better but was very sleepy, so I made room for her to lie down on the chair. She took out some clothes from her bag to use as a pillow. I held back for a long time, finally mustering my courage, and said: "Why don't you lie on my lap?" She hesitated for a moment, a slight blush creeping onto her face, perhaps too embarrassed to refuse me, and then agreed. She lay on my lap for a while. I remained still, listening to her breathing. I didn't dare do anything rash, just stayed still. I wanted to urinate, but held it in.

Then the car jolted violently, and she woke up. I immediately scolded the lousy car, making a face as if I wanted to devour it. She, who had been quite uncomfortable, was amused by my words and laughed, a bright, innocent laugh.

Later, we started chatting, and I learned that her husband had been run off with another woman, and she was raising her child alone, which was quite difficult. Her hometown was in Changbai Mountain, and she was planning to go back. I kept saying that men shouldn't be so fickle, while simultaneously calling the other woman a slut. Her previously low spirits seemed to ease after hearing my words. She became more talkative, and her smiles became more frequent. We got along better and better, talking about everything. She asked if I had a boyfriend, and I said we broke up. She asked why, and I started making things up. I said she was a virgin, and after dating for several years, she wouldn't let me lose my virginity. I couldn't take it anymore, so we broke up. She was a little embarrassed and said, "It's not wrong for girls to be reserved, but it's not right to be so reserved after dating for so long." I said, "Yeah, guys are young and energetic, their sex drive is strong. They want it every day, they can't stand not having it for even a day, let alone after several years." Then she asked me how I usually take care of myself, and I said with my hand. She said that's not good, it can make you sick. I said it's okay, I'm strong." She smiled and asked if I was a virgin. I said no, I've had experience before. Then I asked her about her relationship with her husband. She was a little secretive at first, but after I pressed her, she opened up. She said her husband's family is quite wealthy, and he's had many women pursuing him, but he's not good at sex. He finishes in three minutes, and she rarely gets that... (orgasm) feeling. I said, "At your age, you're at the stage where women need it most. It must be so frustrating not to be satisfied." She didn't speak, lowering her head, probably because I'd hit the nail on the head. She seemed a little sullen. Then I said, "It's probably because of your age; young men are all very long-lasting," subtly enticing her to ask more questions. Sure enough, she started questioning me about how long I could last. I said about half an hour, not counting foreplay. She opened her mouth wide, seemingly shocked: "My God, that long! Hello..." (Impressive!) I suppressed my smugness, maintaining a calm expression, and said, "It's normal; it's just that I don't usually have the chance to show it off, and my partner isn't very good." She smiled awkwardly, perhaps sensing something. So I mustered my courage and suddenly pulled her into my arms. She tried to pull away, but after a moment, she stopped resisting, a shy expression on her face. I held her tightly and said, "It's such a pity that such a beautiful woman like you isn't loved by anyone; God is so unfair." She cried, wrapping her arms around my waist. I held her even tighter.

After a short embrace, I began kissing her forehead. She didn't resist, closing her eyes as if savoring a long-lost passion. I could feel her heart pounding rapidly; she seemed to be getting into the mood. So I began with my most proficient technique—teasing.

My lips slid down to her cherry-like mouth, kissing her lips. So smooth, so delicate, so moist. I hadn't felt this passion in a long time; sex with a partner had long lost its pleasure, and sex with a prostitute was just a mechanical piston. But this feeling was almost too much for me to bear. I sucked on her tongue, slowly, little by little, devouring it. Gradually, we lay flat on the last row of seats. Because it gets dark early in winter, the car was dark, and no one would notice. My penis was already rock hard, pressing against her lower abdomen. I deliberately thrust against her, rubbing it little by little. She must have felt it, because she pushed me away, "Don't do this, I'm afraid something will happen." "What's wrong?" I asked. "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back and someone will see me in the car." I thought to myself, oh, so she's almost at her limit. I felt a surge of joy, but I remained calm and resolute, saying, "Don't worry, look, some people in front are snoring. What's there to be afraid of? Besides

, I have self-control. Don't worry, nothing will happen." This time, she seemed to take the initiative and leaned into my arms, continuing to kiss me. This time, my hands started to wander, moving downwards, caressing her neck, her back, and then slowly reaching her chest. She didn't resist or defend herself, seemingly waiting for my advance. So I grew bolder, slipping my entire hand inside her bra, caressing her soft breasts and hard nipples. Her nipples were small and very cute. She began to breathe rapidly. I knew she was burning with desire, and as long as I didn't stop, she wouldn't give up. So my wicked hands continued downwards, reaching her waist, preparing to undo her belt. But this belt was particularly difficult to undo; I tried for ages without success. She seemed a little impatient and took the initiative to undo it, grabbing my hand and reaching inside my underwear. Wow, the pubic hair was so sparse; it reminded me of the legendary "white tiger" (a woman with very little pubic hair). "Are you pubic?" I asked. "No, it's always been this sparse." "Oh, I heard that women with less pubic hair have a stronger sex drive, right?" She nudged me shyly, "You're so naughty, it's all your fault!" "Those words sent a shiver down my spine, like an electric shock. So I continued my assault...

Although there was very little hair, the labia majora were quite fleshy. I stroked her labia, slowly and rhythmically rubbing them. She began to get excited, moaning intermittently, 'Ah, ah.' I told her to be quiet so no one could hear. She tried hard to stifle her sounds. I asked her how long it had been since she last did it, and she said more than half a year. I said that was too long, and she didn't answer, only telling me not to stop. So I continued to stroke her, parting her soft, thick labia majora, and my right index and middle fingers began to probe the two small, lustrous labia minora inside... "

The labia minora didn't seem very big; normally they should be completely covered by the labia majora, but now, due to engorgement, a little bit of flesh was showing. That slippery, tender feeling made my mouth water. I really wanted to stick my tongue in and savor the deliciousness. Her vaginal fluid completely covered her vulva, a thin film of water, making a sloshing sound when I rubbed it. So I said, "You're so wet! You're so horny!" She said in a coquettish tone, "It's all your fault! You made me so wet, what am I supposed to do!" I thought to myself, "So what if I want to have sex with you? That's easy enough!" But matters between men and women should be taken slowly; you can't rush things. That's probably the key. The more anxious she was, the less anxious I became, hehe! (I'm increasingly impressed with myself.) The next target was her clitoris. Her clitoris was fully erect; my fingers could clearly feel the foreskin almost completely retracted, the clitoris fully protruding. Before I even touched her clitoris, she trembled all over, constantly moaning softly. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, please, hurry up, okay?" I figured she was really close to climaxing, so I didn't delay any longer; otherwise, I'd be too insensitive. I pulled her pants down to her knees, laid her back on the chair, legs raised, revealing her swollen, full vulva. I started licking every part of her vulva with my tongue, pulling her labia minora outwards while sucking, then suddenly releasing them, the labia minora springing back in—I did this several times. Then I took her clitoris completely into my mouth and gave her oral sex using a piston-like motion. Finally, I inserted my tongue into her vaginal opening. It was so hot and tight inside, and it felt like it was trying to suck my tongue in. She couldn't resist any longer, grabbing my penis, quickly unbuckling my belt, pulling down my underwear, and pulling out my not-so-long but very thick penis. "Yours is so thick!" "Do you like it?" "Yes." "How does it compare to your husband's?" "Yours is bigger!" So I grabbed my penis and shoved it inside. Because there was so much fluid, it went in easily. The moment it went in, she cried out, and I quickly covered her mouth to stop her from making a sound. She tried to hold it in, but the rise and fall of her lower abdomen and breasts, and the rhythmic spasms of her vagina, told me she wanted it, she wanted an orgasm!!!

So I used my skills, thrusting rhythmically. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. She put the handkerchief in her mouth, making very soft sounds, but her hips and waist twisted violently. I kept thrusting for almost ten minutes, then got a little tired and wanted to change positions. I intended for her to lie on her side and I could thrust from behind, but she very proactively took off her pants completely, pinned me down, and straddled me. It went in easily, without any resistance. She... She then swayed her hips up and down, and it felt like being in heaven. I also let out a brief sound. Her rhythm quickened, and clearly, she was close to climaxing. So I cooperated and sped up my movements accordingly. Afraid she would scream, I covered her mouth with my hand. Her speed was frightening, and I was almost overwhelmed. I figured my penis, which had been going for half an hour, would definitely ejaculate prematurely this time. I asked her, "Can I ejaculate inside?" She said, "Yes, my period just ended." "Great, let's climax together!" I said, and she agreed. ...

Finally, half a minute later, I successfully ejaculated inside, and she slowed down, lying on top of me with a tired but satisfied expression. I asked, "Did you come?" She said, "Yes, just now. You ejaculated inside?" "Yes," I said. She didn't say anything, just pressed her satisfied face against mine.

To avoid being discovered, I made her quickly put on her pants. Then I looked ahead, and everyone really was... While resting, perhaps because of the strong wind outside, no one noticed us. I confidently asked her, "Am I better than your husband?" She said, "Of course it's you. I rarely had orgasms before; I always had to use my hand." I said, "Will you need my hand after I'm with you?" She said, "It depends on whether you want to." I said, "Of course I do! You're beautiful, wet, and have a tight vagina—who wouldn't like that?" She shyly pushed me away, saying, "You're so naughty! You always take advantage of people." I joked, "I wonder who forced my penis inside!" She glared at me and leaned into my arms...

The car continued slowly along the rugged mountain road. It was completely dark outside; I couldn't see anything. It was probably a deserted, uninhabited area. I checked my watch; it was already past eight o'clock. Unbeknownst to me, the car had been driving for eight hours. These eight hours passed so quickly that I didn't have time to process them. I savored every detail. This wasn't my first trip to Changbai Mountain, but it was the only one that wasn't agonizing. Looking at her delicate face, I felt a mix of emotions I couldn't quite describe. Was it gratitude? Or liking? Or regret and self-reproach for my girlfriend's betrayal? To be honest, all these thoughts existed, but I was consciously suppressing them. How could I love a stranger? It was just once, wasn't it? Besides, she needed it too, so what was there to be grateful for? This wasn't the first time I'd betrayed my girlfriend; she hadn't found out after those previous times, and life went on as usual. Besides, I couldn't even be sure if she'd done something like that before, so I just pretended nothing had happened… I was deceiving myself. Although I knew it was self-deception, I was clearly much more comfortable than before.

I held her close as we fell asleep, and several hours passed without me realizing it. Then the driver shouted, "Get off! We've arrived!" I had just woken up with a start, and she was rubbing her sleepy eyes and stretching a few times. We got up, packed our luggage, and prepared to get off the train. Before parting, I asked her name. "Wang Xiaoxiao," she replied. "Oh, my name is Li Xiaobo, Xiao as in 'small,' and Bo as in 'big boobs.'" She glared at me. "You pervert!" We smiled at each other, suddenly feeling a tacit understanding. We exchanged phone numbers and then went our separate ways.

[The End]

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