Internet cafe all night

On Thursday, I had some time off and, finding myself with nowhere else to go in the sweltering heat, decided to go to an internet cafe for an all-nighter. The cafe was quite nice, with nearly 150 computers in the lobby and about 6 or 7 private booths. Each booth had 6 LCD computers, boarded up, and had frosted glass sliding doors. Since it
was Thursday night, there weren't many people. With two hours to go before the all-nighter started, I paid and went to find a seat. Several booths had 2 or 3 people playing games together, so I preferred a quieter time and found an empty booth. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Less than half an hour later, the door suddenly opened. Reluctantly glancing at the door, I immediately changed my mind. A young woman entered, around 23 or 24 years old, about 1.62 meters tall, wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt and a white skirt, her hair in a ponytail. She had a small face with large eyes, but what was most striking were her well-developed, perky breasts. Overall, she seemed like a girl with a great figure, not exceptionally beautiful, but definitely with a pure and charming aura.
Now I couldn't concentrate on the game anymore. I figured she was probably staying up all night, and if I could get to know her, maybe things could develop. Just as I was making these plans, I suddenly sensed she was a little uncomfortable. I realized it was because I kept glancing at her, making her embarrassed, so I immediately pretended to look at the screen again. Then, the girl suddenly started calling for the internet cafe manager. Her voice was soft and she sounded a little shy. Her Mandarin was very standard, so I couldn't tell where she was from. She called a few times, but when she didn't hear me, she seemed embarrassed and stopped. Seeing her hesitant look, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?" She looked at me like I'd been saved. "I entered my card number, but I can't log in. Can you help me?" Of course, I was more than happy to help, so I immediately went to check. It turned out she hadn't entered her password. It seemed she rarely came to internet cafes. To get to know her, I had to start a conversation. I took the opportunity to ask if it was her first time at this internet cafe. She told me that at the internet cafes she used to go to, all she had to do was enter her card number, saying it was more complicated here, but thankfully I was there to help. I asked her what she played, and she said she only used QQ and watched movies (which I figured was true; people who rarely go to internet cafes usually do those things). I wanted to ask if she stayed up all night alone, but then I thought it might make her wary, so I gave up. I just chatted with her while playing games, and she opened QQ and started chatting with people.
Based on my years of experience in casual conversation, I managed to get a lot of information out of her. She's from Hunan and graduated from a junior college with a degree in finance. Coincidentally, her relative owns several chain Hunan restaurants in Shanghai and needed an accountant. Seeing that her major was relevant and she seemed honest, plus that it's always best to have someone close to you in charge of money, they persuaded her to come to Shanghai. She told me to call her Xiaotong, saying she really didn't want to come so far, but she felt obligated to give face to her relative. The more I listened, the more I thought she was really nice; being educated makes a difference in one's demeanor, and she's my type. It's just that she's a bit introverted, so it might be a little difficult to get along with her. Luckily, I always look like a gentleman, I'm quite handsome, I speak politely, and I wear glasses, otherwise I would have scared her away long ago. As we were talking, she suddenly pulled out her phone and made a call. The first sentence almost threw me into hell, but the second sentence pulled me back to heaven. "Hey, why haven't you guys arrived yet?" "What? You're not coming? Didn't we agree? I've already prepared to work all night, and you guys are off tomorrow, so you don't have to work overtime. What am I supposed to do? I've already paid!" I immediately asked her what was wrong. She said that she and two friends were off tomorrow, so they agreed to work all night together. She came first to reserve a spot, which explained why she was in this room alone. But now her company is rushing to finish some orders and is hiring people to work overtime, so they're not coming. Thank goodness! I was afraid she might run away too, so I advised her that since she had already paid extra, she could stay until dawn. Shanghai is so safe, there shouldn't be any problems. After our long chat, she seemed to have no suspicion of me anymore and said she would leave tomorrow morning.
Time flew by, and it was almost 11:30. I went to the restroom and bought some drinks and cookies—double the usual amount, of course. When I returned to give them to her, she refused. I jokingly said I was afraid I'd drug her. She kept saying no, no, and quickly accepted them; her expression was so cute. After a while, she asked me why I was playing MP3s while chatting on QQ. She said her friend had taught her before, but she'd forgotten. Another opportunity arose. I sat down next to her, reached across her computer to the other side to get the mouse and showed her how to use it, while casually touching her hand. The first time I touched her hand, she flinched. I pretended to be embarrassed and moved the mouse closer to me, also trying to bring my arm as close to the screen as possible, since her chest was now very close to my hand. This made her even more embarrassed, and she put her hand back in its original position. I guess she thought I was helping her, and that her actions might make me think she was a pervert. When I touched her hand again, she didn't react. I deliberately acted like a gentleman to lower her guard. Feeling the time was right, I bent my arm and touched her chest. She naturally pulled back, but seeing me awkwardly lean my hand towards the computer screen, she immediately returned to her original position. I took the opportunity to touch her chest a couple more times before finishing the other steps. About half an hour later, she said her QQ friends had all logged off and asked me to turn on a movie for her (unbelievable, her friends always turned on her internet). This time, I didn't sit down; I stood behind her and turned it on, casually peeking down at her breasts through her t-shirt neckline. They were so beautiful! A white bra accentuated her two fair, plump breasts, and the deep cleavage made me want to reach out and touch them. After turning on the movie, I recommended a very funny American film with many passionate scenes. I said I really wanted to watch it, but she said she only had one earphone and couldn't watch it with both of us. I said that was easy, so I moved the machine next to hers, and we watched the same movie simultaneously with two machines and two headphones. She said it was really fun, her face beaming. We watched like that, and then a scene of a man and a woman making love appeared on the screen. Although there was no nudity, the man's well-developed muscles and the woman's lewd moans made me notice her blush. I suggested fast-forwarding, but she said it wasn't necessary, it was nothing. But her flushed face told me what was going on. After that scene, she was too embarrassed to look at me. Then came a really funny scene, and we both burst into laughter. She laughed so hard that she suddenly bumped her head on my shoulder. She immediately apologized, and I looked into her eyes and deliberately remained silent for almost 30 seconds before saying, "You're really beautiful." Haha, she was really shocked by that. The blush that had just faded returned immediately, even redder than before. She quickly turned her face away from the screen and wouldn't talk to me. I deliberately said smugly, "Sorry someone's here," and continued watching the movie. She gave me a playful glare and said, "You're so annoying," then deliberately ignored me. Judging from her expression, I knew I had a chance. I planned to ask for her number later and keep in touch; I also thought she was probably still a virgin, and it would be amazing to sleep with her. After a while, she turned around and said she was going to the restroom, then got up, opened the door, and left. Haha, I'm not your boyfriend, why are you telling me where you're going? Now I was even more confident. Suddenly, I remembered something. This internet cafe was on the fourth floor of an office building. The restroom was at least 10 meters ahead, then another 5 or 6 meters after turning a corner in the narrow, dark corridor. It looked deep and scary. She came back in less than a minute, sat down silently, and continued watching the movie. Judging from the situation, she was definitely too scared to go. I asked her softly if she was afraid to go to the restroom, and she nodded slightly through gritted teeth. Of course, I volunteered to go with her, but she said it wasn't a good idea. I had already gotten up and pulled her along, saying it was alright, I'd be happy to protect a beautiful woman. She had no choice but to follow me to the restrooms. At the end of the corridor, the men's and women's restrooms were side by side on the left. There was a window on the gable wall, and the dim light from outside shone in, looking very gentle. I leaned against the window and waited for her to come out. After a while, she came out. I could tell she had splashed some water on her face and head while washing her hands, and the light shining on her head made her even more attractive than before. I stared at her blankly (partly pretending), and she stood there motionless. We were frozen like that for about a minute. I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into my arms. She struggled for a moment but then stopped resisting. I held her tightly in my arms, brought my mouth to her ear, and whispered, "You're so beautiful." I couldn't help myself, and then gently breathed on her ear. I felt her hands, which had been hanging down, wrap around my waist. I started to gently kiss her ear, because most women's earlobes are erogenous zones, and she was no exception. Her hands were already around my back. Seeing my chance, I slowly moved my lips from her forehead, across her eyes, down her nose, and finally to her cherry-like mouth. Just as I was about to lean in, she blocked my way with her hand, saying someone would see. I said, "What should we do then? Just a light kiss, please." She said, "No, let's go back." Reluctantly, I put my arm around her waist and started walking back. Halfway there, I suddenly remembered the downstairs floor was empty, so I stopped her and said, "That floor is rented by companies; no one's here at night, and the security guards are on the ground floor watching and won't come up. Why don't we go downstairs?" She hesitated, and I immediately said, "No, thank you. I just couldn't resist kissing you. Let's go to the internet cafe." I started walking and realized she was still standing there. Good heavens, she had agreed! I immediately whispered, "Let's go downstairs." She nodded, and then I took her hand and walked towards the stairs. Since we had paid for the all-night session upfront, the internet cafe manager didn't say anything when we went downstairs, assuming we were just having a midnight snack.
We arrived at the third-floor restroom, and sure enough, it was empty. I pulled her into the women's restroom, and she obediently followed. I turned on the light, found the innermost stall, went in, and closed the door. She probably sensed that what was about to happen was more than just a kiss, and said, "Just a kiss, okay? Don't do anything bad." I ignored what she said and my lips were already on hers. I kissed her lips first, my tongue skillfully tracing patterns on her upper and lower lips. After a while, I moved my tongue into her mouth, and she cooperated by welcoming it with her soft tongue. We kissed for a good two or three minutes. My hands started to wander. The hands that had been tightly holding her began to stroke her back with feigned excitement. Her hands also started to hold me tighter. I moved my hands towards her chest and touched her right breast. She trembled, and I immediately kissed her more intensely. After her body softened a bit, my palms began to circle her breasts, occasionally giving them a light pinch, while our lips never parted. Her breathing began to quicken. My hands began to move down, encircling her waist, then slipped inside her clothes, inching upwards until I was almost at her bra. My excitement grew, and suddenly her hand grabbed mine. How could I let go at this point? I pushed her breasts up, cupping them in my hands and gently kneading them. Soon, her grip loosened. Then, with my left hand, I reached behind her and unhooked two back clasps before she could react. With my right hand, I pushed up her bra and grasped her right breast. She went limp, as if electrocuted. I began to tease her nipple with my fingers; it was already hard. My left hand quickly grasped her left breast and began to work on it with both hands. Her mouth left mine, her head tilted back, and she breathed softly. Seeing that it was time, I pulled off her t-shirt and bra, leaving her upper body completely naked before me. When she realized her clothes were off, she immediately covered her chest shyly, saying, "Don't look, don't look!" This only fueled my desire. I pried her hands open and greedily gazed at her still-firm breasts—so beautiful! They were almost too big to hold in one hand, the nipples a deep, slightly dark red against her snow-white breasts. I couldn't wait to suckle them. She actually started moaning, softly but incredibly arousing. Just as I gently licked her nipples with my tongue and lightly scraped them with my teeth, she grabbed my head and pressed it forcefully against her chest. I was stunned; she was already this excited after only a few strokes! I picked her up and placed her on the toilet. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, and she leaned motionless against the wall. It seemed I could achieve my goal tonight. I knelt beside her, continuing to tease her breasts with my mouth, my right hand already slipping under her skirt. I encountered only a little token resistance before reaching her lace panties. I could feel how wet she was through her panties. I used my middle finger to gently squeeze her clitoris through the fabric, and she trembled. She gripped my right arm tightly but didn't try to push me away. I slowly slipped my hand inside her panties, and it was incredibly wet. After massaging her for a while, she was in a daze. I started to take off her panties, and she even slightly raised her hips to help me. Wow, no wonder people say the more introverted a girl is, the more lewd she is! I easily took off her panties and couldn't wait to lift her skirt to see her vulva. There wasn't much hair, especially on her labia, which were sparse. There was a little bit of dark pigmentation on her labia. I parted her labia with my fingers, and a tender pink patch was revealed before me—it was breathtaking! She tried to cover her vulva with her small hands, saying, "Brother, no, no!" But I just gently pulled her hands away, and she immediately moved her mouth to lick her clitoris. Her white clitoris was already beckoning my tongue. I started licking her clitoris incessantly, and her moans grew louder, and she began to convulse. Ugh! A girl who gets excited too easily isn't good either. I wanted to tease her a little longer, but what if she had an orgasm and then stopped? My little brother would definitely complain. Forget it, I quickly unzipped my pants, releasing my long-erect penis, and then quickly moved it to the entrance of her vagina, rubbing it up and down to let them get used to each other. She actually grabbed my penis and tried to push it into her vagina. Look how anxious she was! I was just lubricating it; it's not like I couldn't find the entrance. Because I was worried she was a virgin, I pushed in very slowly, and she was indeed very tight. When the head of my penis went in, she cried out in pain. I stopped, moved back and forth a few times, and saw her close her eyes and moan again before continuing. Finally, it was fully inside, and I started thrusting. At first, it was very slow; she frowned with every thrust, but her vagina became increasingly lubricated. After a few dozen thrusts, she started moaning, so I sped up. That's when I truly felt pleasure. My penis was tightly enveloped by her, and each thrust made me want to scream. We thrust for nearly 30 minutes, changing positions twice: I sat on the toilet while she was on top, then we switched to doggy style. She had already orgasmed the first time we changed positions. Just as I felt I was about to ejaculate and was about to pull out, she convulsed again. This convulsion caused my penis to rub against her, and before I could pull out, I ejaculated inside her. Damn it, I hadn't brought a condom today, and now I'd ejaculated inside her.
I held Xiaotong in my arms and rested for about fifteen minutes before she spoke her first words, telling me to treat her well in the future. At that moment, I could only agree. Then she suddenly asked if I would be angry that she wasn't a virgin. That's when I realized there was no blood on my penis. Xiaotong told me that when she graduated from school, her ex-boyfriend couldn't resist having sex with her once. Because neither of them had experience, seeing the bleeding and Xiaotong constantly screaming in pain, the guy was scared and didn't dare to continue. Later, after graduation, they separated and broke up after a few months. Damn, if I had known, I would have kept it for myself! After
getting dressed and returning to the internet cafe, I didn't make her wear underwear, saying it was because she was in pain and I was massaging her genitals, but actually I just wanted to apply some more lubricant. We closed the door and had her sit on a chair with her legs on mine. I gently squeezed her genitals with my palms, and after a while, she forgot all the pain, closed her eyes, and started moaning softly. If I hadn't seen that her genitals couldn't withstand a second time, I would have already dragged her downstairs and done it to her again. Because we spent quite a bit of time downstairs, it got light soon after, and I offered to take her home to sleep. Since she was staying at a relative's house, I couldn't go, so I took a taxi to drop her off and then went straight home. Watching her repeatedly tell me to call her as soon as I woke up at noon as she left, I felt incredibly despicable. The number I gave her was fake (because I never bring my phone or wallet when I stay up all night, only a little cash), the address and name were all fake, and I definitely wouldn't come to that internet cafe again. Fellow horny guys would probably understand; a pure girl like that, after being with her once, would definitely want you to take responsibility, especially since it was internal ejaculation—what if she got pregnant and I'd have to marry her? That was that unforgettable all-nighter.

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