Rekindle the passion with a senior who returned from studying abroad

(Part 1)
Hello everyone! The weather has been so unpredictable these past few days, and I'm sitting in front of the computer with a cold and a really sore throat. Okay, enough complaining, let's get down to business!
Those of you who read my previous post probably already know about my senior's situation, so I won't repeat it. I still can't define what kind of relationship we have. It's definitely not a one-night stand, and friends with benefits isn't quite right either. We've slept together, so that probably isn't quite accurate either. I once asked my senior about our relationship, and after thinking for a while, she replied: "Best female best friend." To that, I can only say: Haha!
After my senior went to study in the UK, we still kept in touch. Of course, for selfish reasons, I paid close attention to her updates, refreshing the page almost every few minutes for a while. When my senior told me she had a boyfriend (also a Chinese student, pictured below), a strong feeling of jealousy welled up inside me. I've never felt this way even when I had a girlfriend. Is this jealousy? Who knows!
For a long time afterward (several months, which felt like an eternity to me), I couldn't eat or sleep properly. I didn't contact my senior for months, nor did I use social media. I didn't even realize when this feeling disappeared. Anyway, when I contacted her again, I was completely at ease. I even teased her occasionally during our chats. To be honest, we even discussed masturbation techniques, though I was actually masturbating while discussing it.
Time flowed like a river, slowly but surely, until graduation year. My senior graduated with her master's degree and found a job at a multinational bank. With her future settled, things became easier. She told me she wanted to visit our alma mater, and of course, I was more than happy to oblige. (Hehe~~) On the day we agreed upon, I got up very early, dressed smartly, and arrived at the school gate well in advance, completely ignoring the stares from others who thought I was crazy.
Around ten o'clock, I met my senior. Surprisingly, she was completely different from the photos I'd seen online. She was dressed... well, not exactly provocative... but definitely alluring, which immediately caught my eye... I'd just describe her as having great style!
She had long, straight black hair, and aside from a light lipstick, she wasn't wearing any makeup, but her beauty was undeniable! She wore a black jacket over a black, lace-like top, and her two slender, straight legs were tightly encased in sexy black stockings, tucked into cute flat ankle boots—her outfit was just right.
I didn't say a word, just went up and gave her a hug (I don't know why I did that). After the hug, my heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't control myself! It wasn't just because her breasts were pressing against me, but also because she smelled so wonderful, that subtle fragrance (she later told me it was a foreign shower gel)!
Perhaps because of her European education, she was more open-minded, and surprisingly, she didn't object to the hug. However, I couldn't keep hugging her in public, so I stopped there. After I let go, we exchanged a few pleasantries, and she invited me to a coffee shop, which I declined (there were so many people in the coffee shop, it wouldn't be appropriate, haha). Instead, I asked her to go hiking with me to see the scenery of our alma mater, and she agreed.
After lunch at the cafeteria, we strolled up the hill behind the school, and naturally, I took her hand, which she tacitly agreed to. After walking for a while, we found a stone bench to sit and chat. We talked about many things, mainly her studies abroad and my university life. I didn't mention her boyfriend, and neither did she.
After a while, I suddenly asked her, "I want to kiss you, will you be angry?" She turned her head away and replied, "I don't know." Only a fool would miss such an obvious opportunity. I turned her face towards me and slowly moved closer to her lips. As my lips drew near, she slowly closed her eyes. I first kissed my senior's forehead and cheeks, and before she could utter a sound of "itch," I silenced her with a kiss, my lips meeting hers. Our tongues intertwined, exploring each other, savoring the sweetness of her saliva. I think this was the first time I'd ever kissed a girl so passionately (though I'd only ever been with one girl).
After a passionate kiss that lasted over ten minutes, my lower body was burning with desire, and my throat was so dry it no longer produced any saliva. I stopped kissing, picked up my drink, and took a sip. However, I didn't swallow; instead, I looked at my senior, who seemed still immersed in the long kiss, oblivious to the moment. I immediately kissed her lips again, transferring the drink from my
mouth to hers. Guided by me, she drank the beverage, her face flushed red to her ears. I continued to suck on her tongue, our teeth gently colliding. My lower body was starting to feel restless; at that moment, I longed to pull my senior onto my erection, but I didn't.
We finished two bottles of drinks, and just as my hand started to move from my senior's thigh towards her inner thigh, she suddenly said something that completely killed my interest: "I have a boyfriend!" Although I'm a very possessive person, my senior had already sobered up from her lust, and I had no other choice. We sat on the mountain for a while longer, straightened our clothes, went out for dinner, strolled around for a bit, and then I took my senior home.
That night, after returning to my dorm (a rented apartment, where I lived alone after breaking up with my girlfriend), I masturbated hard looking at my senior's picture a couple of times before I calmed down a bit. The good news is that my senior and I have made plans to go to Luoyang to see the peonies in a couple of days, although my senior told her boyfriend in England that she was going with her best friend.
As the saying goes, "To die beneath the peony is to die romantically." In my eyes, my senior is the most beautiful peony!
(Part 2)
After a normal man has lost his virginity and experienced sexual pleasure, his sexual desire is always unusually strong. After breaking up with his girlfriend, adult forums became my only outlet. Until I touched my senior's skin again, fantasies of youthful flesh constantly surfaced in my mind, to the point that I gradually lost interest in adult websites. Sometimes I wouldn't even miss them for days without going online, something I never imagined even when I had a girlfriend.
At the same time, my fantasies about my senior increased daily, from her voice and height at the beginning, to her figure and measurements later on—everything about her constantly filled my mind.
Ever since that passionate kiss on the mountain, I've been thinking all day about how to take it further, my mind filled with all sorts of wicked ideas. What's that saying? When a man's hormones are running high, his IQ is second only to Einstein! After a sleepless night, I actually came up with a good idea—a trip! This is probably the most effective way to win over a girl.
After making up my mind, I tried inviting my senior to Luoyang to see the peony exhibition. I initially thought it would be difficult, or even impossible, but to my surprise, she readily agreed. Although it was unbelievable, I was so excited my heart was pounding. It's no exaggeration to say that when I learned she had agreed, my penis started throbbing; I was even tentatively trying to book the train tickets.
I volunteered to arrange the itinerary. When booking rooms, I found a three-star hotel and booked a standard double room. The reason I booked it was because it was the only room left. My senior wanted me to book two rooms, but I pretended to be aggrieved, saying we were in a rush and all the rooms were booked, leaving only one. She had no choice but to agree, but on the condition that I promise we would each sleep separately that night. Hehe, you'll see what it means when plans don't always go as expected!
We met at the station around 6 a.m. on the third day. After waiting for a while, I saw my senior running towards me in a hurry. Her outfit today caught my eye. She wore a white, close-fitting bra with a black tight-fitting wool sweater on top. Her black hot pants made her figure look unique, and her slender legs under the black stockings aroused my desire. She also wore a pair of black flat shoes. The all-black theme made my limbs stiffen and my lower body become engorged.
Once on the tour bus, I chose a seat in the second-to-last row. Perhaps because I'd gotten up too early, my senior became incredibly sleepy after only a short while and told me she wanted to lean on me for a nap. Just as she was about to lean her head in, I decisively hugged her. She didn't seem to resist much, only playfully punching my chest and saying, "You're always trying to take advantage!" I ignored her, simply enjoying the warmth of her body and the softness of her breasts—a body so familiar yet so strange. I felt her even breathing, my lower body stiff, but I didn't make a move, because at that moment, she felt sacred and inviolable to me.
About an hour later, she woke up, startling me awake. My body, stiff from so much time, was starting to feel numb. I looked at my senior, not letting go, but tightening my embrace, and whispered in her ear, "Will you be my girlfriend?" She hesitated for a moment, seemingly troubled by the question, and said, "I've always considered you a male best friend, and I already have a boyfriend. We're not suitable." Although I was somewhat prepared, hearing this still left me with a strange feeling. I released her and stopped talking.
We were both silent for a while, then she spoke up: "How about this, I'll be your girlfriend for one day, and after that we'll go back to being good friends, okay?" I immediately knew that being a couple was completely impossible; she was only saying this to avoid embarrassing me. At that moment, my heart suddenly calmed down; in Buddhist terms, I felt relieved.
The awkwardness from before vanished instantly, and my senior and I were back to how we were before boarding the bus. I grinned mischievously at her and asked,
"What can we do as boyfriend and girlfriend?" She replied, "I can openly walk arm in arm with you, and you can openly hug me without having to think twice or be coy (my image %>_<%)." But it didn't seem to be the answer I was looking for! Even without any "sex," the kissing was nowhere to be seen. But that was already pretty good; a day can change a lot of things, like… creating opportunities for "sex."
After nearly five hours on the bus, we got off, found the hotel I'd booked, put our luggage in the room, grabbed a bite to eat, and then immediately boarded the bus to the Peony Garden. We transferred twice before finally arriving. During this time, except for meals, my senior was always holding my arm, making me quite distracted.
My impression of the Peony Garden can be summed up in one word: incredibly crowded! There was absolutely nothing to see! Here's another piece of advice: when traveling, never choose two periods: long public holidays and summer/winter breaks. There are more people than scenery; it's just a sea of people.
Back at the hotel, I was exhausted, so I went to take a shower first (of course, the man should explore unfamiliar places or facilities first). By the way, the so-called double room was just a double bed, completely different from the pictures online. This time, I was lucky; I'll never stay in such a rip-off hotel again! By the time my senior finished showering, I was almost asleep.
She came out and sat at the foot of the bed watching TV, but how could a man and a woman (especially a beautiful one) be alone in a room without some impure thoughts, especially when the woman in front of me was someone I'd been fantasizing about for so long?
I asked my senior, "Are you tired?" She said, "A little." I said, "Why don't we get some rest? You can sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa." My senior suddenly laughed, "If you're going to say one thing but mean another, at least come up with a better excuse. There's no sofa here
. If you want to sleep in the hotel lobby, I won't stop you." As she spoke, she placed a pillow in the middle of the bed, "One on each side, no more than this pillow." After I agreed, she turned her back to me and lay down on her side to sleep. Only then did I realize that she was actually sleeping in the clothes she had worn during the day, just without a coat. At that moment, I was obsessed with possessing my goddess, so I didn't care about anything else and reached out to hold her hand. She didn't pull away. A good start is half the battle, and my penis began to quickly transform, and my courage grew accordingly.
My hand slowly slid down her waist, thighs, and then up her thighs, slipping inside her bra strap. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my embrace, and whispered in her ear, "You're so sexy!" She didn't reply, but she pressed my hand down, stopping my upward movement. I forcefully turned her around, face up, and pressed myself against her, looking into her eyes, and said, "Wife... give in to your husband." She hesitated, staring into my eyes, then loosened her grip on my hand, sighing, "I knew I'd regret this today. I didn't expect you to be so shameless." My hand continued to move upward, unhooking her bra and touching her breasts. The feel was wonderful, so elastic, so incredibly sexy. I kissed her passionately, and she kissed me wildly too. I could tell she wasn't thinking about anything anymore, at least not tonight.
I took off my senior's bra and started kneading her adorable breasts, which were now unrestrained. She made "mmm...mmm..." sounds. I said, "Go ahead and moan, it's okay." Hearing this, she started moaning boldly. Listening to her moans was like a natural aphrodisiac; my animalistic instincts completely erupted!
I left her mouth and greedily began sucking on her peach-like breasts, licking her small, pink nipples. She couldn't take it anymore, her waist twisting and turning. I reached down and found that her legs were already covered in her juices. After I circled her clitoris with my finger, she was stimulated and let out a moan, "Ahhh!"
"You're enjoying yourself, but I've been feeling really uncomfortable for a while now. It's time for me to have some fun," I said. I spread her legs apart, aimed my penis at her overflowing vagina, and slid the head of my penis up and down, slowly inserting it.
Although my senior wasn't a virgin anymore, her vagina was still incredibly tight. Her warm, moist opening gripped my glans tightly as I slowly pushed in, gradually inserting my entire penis. At this moment, I was kneading one breast with my left hand, while sucking on the other, making soft "sizzling" sounds. After
a few seconds of this, I began to slowly thrust into her tight, goddess-like vagina. My senior's hips started to twist, and I felt my penis being squeezed even tighter. Her expression was one of extreme enjoyment. Then I increased the speed of my thrusts, fucking this woman beneath me hard—this woman of my dreams, this wanton, rich, and beautiful woman, this incredibly sexy goddess!
I hoisted my senior's beautiful legs onto my shoulders, fucking her forcefully, enjoying the sensation. Her buttocks made "slap!
slap! slap!" sounds as they hit each other. It was so perfect; I was about to climax.
I restrained myself from erupting too quickly; such wonderful intercourse should last a little longer. I told my senior to lie on all fours like a bitch, and I thrust into her wet, cunt from behind like a male dog.
Her moans mingled with the sounds of our hips colliding, and the "slap slap" of my hands on her round buttocks—the three sounds blended together, creating a truly erotic symphony!
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. My senior was also close to her climax, so I picked her up and used the "train bento" position to finish the day perfectly. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and I supported her buttocks with both hands, swaying up and down. My hips moved in rhythm, and my senior let out another hysterical moan. I knew she had reached orgasm. With the tightening of her vagina during orgasm, my volcano erupted too—it felt so good! My
senior, exhausted, clung to me. I put her back on the bed, and we looked at each other. We were so tired that we actually fell asleep.
The next day, I had planned to visit the Longmen Grottoes and Shaolin Temple, but when we woke up it was already 11 o'clock, so we had to give up. After lunch, as soon as we got back to the room, I immediately snatched my senior's bag and threw it on the ground, then hugged her domineeringly. My tongue skillfully pried open her teeth, and soon my lower body was engorged with blood. My big cock pressed powerfully against her lower abdomen. She felt my erection, and her cheeks turned slightly red.
After last night's passionate lovemaking, my senior didn't refuse again. We kissed passionately, my hands roaming over her body, skillfully undressing her. She gently closed her eyes, waiting for my touch. Moments later, the sounds of our bodies colliding echoed throughout the room… After the "slap slap slap" sounds, she went to shower, while I lay on the bed, silently savoring the passion she had given me. When she came out of the shower, I pulled her into my arms again. The room was quiet. I had so much to say to her, but I didn't know how to begin. She lay obediently in my arms like a little lamb. Listening to her heartbeat and smelling her fragrance, I drifted off to sleep… When I woke up again, it was past five o'clock, and it was getting dark. Looking at her in my arms, I shamefully lifted her clothes, admiring her soft breasts. This action woke my senior, and I kissed her. After a passionate encounter, I thrust in again, followed by another round of loud "slapping" sounds.
This passion released the fatigue of the past two days. The moment I ejaculated, I was instantly swept to the heavens. My senior stopped moaning at that moment, happily climbing onto me, enjoying the warmth between our skin.
I was still not satisfied. Admiring my senior lying on top of me, I touched her curves and thrust in again... And so, after a whole afternoon of passion, the room was filled with the smell of hormones. The trash can already contained my billion-dollar project. The two people on the bed were exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, we took a car back. My senior left a few days later to report to her workplace. Her boyfriend was also about to return from abroad. We kept in touch afterward, occasionally exchanging slightly ambiguous messages, but neither of us mentioned the passion we had shared in Luoyang.
However, many times, when I lie in bed with my eyes closed, the image of my senior always appears in my mind, quietly reminiscing about our intimacy. Although I know we won't have a future, and I know I should let go of my feelings for her and treat her only as a casual sex partner to regulate my hormones, I'm trying to do so. But now, whenever I see her posts on social media, I still feel a faint sense of loss.
However, I believe that as time passes, these feelings will eventually fade, becoming just memories, and we will both eventually find our own happiness. Just now, as I'm typing this, a sentence suddenly popped into my head: "If you leave, love will have no future."

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