The fucking guy in the mountaineering team

Everyone in the western mountaineering team was enthusiastic, and I quickly blended in. They admired my courage in venturing alone to a strange city to find a job, and they also felt sorry for me being away from home. So they presented me with a generous welcome gift: a backpack, hiking boots, and a moisture-wicking shirt, making me feel instantly fulfilled despite having nothing. I immediately took off my sneakers, revealing my fair and delicate feet, wanting to change into the stylish hiking boots my teammates had given me. My feet were slender, with graceful, boneless curves, delicate yet full ankles, slightly high arches, and even the fine lines of skin visible at the heel. My toes were even and neat, like ten slender scallions. Although I wasn't wearing nail polish, my toenails were still like pearls embedded in my fair toes. I stretched out my size 7.5 feet, trembling, and slipped them into the hiking boots, only to be startled to find my male teammates staring wide-eyed at my bare feet. I felt quite embarrassed, becoming one of their little followers in the team.

There was a woman in the team, Mama Huang, who took special care of me, frequently adding food and clothing for me. She was a seasoned mountain guide; her husband had died years ago while helping with a mountain rescue, carrying injured people downhill when he lost his balance and fell into a valley. Though heartbroken, she had no regrets—a lover of mountains, whose life ended in the embrace of the mountains, his kindness and romance would live on forever.

While climbing the mountain, I sat in the back of a truck without even a tent, the bumpy ride making me dizzy, but I always felt like several pairs of eyes were watching me. We moved steadily forward, past Zhuzaki, and began to climb, slowing down. Then, the bright sunlight streamed in, cutting through the sparse, slanted leaves, creating a dazzling, hazy scene. The air was filled with the scent of the mountains; the mountains seemed to be calling out… My male teammates and I were silent, seemingly also captivated by the changing scenery. They looked at me, and my gaze seemed to be fixed on something, so close yet so far, like a dream. Soon, the truck passed through the first tunnel. A sudden darkness descended. A tall male teammate seized the opportunity to grab my hand. At first, I struggled nervously, but then resignedly and submissively let him hold it… My soft, delicate hand was slightly damp with sweat. He smiled slightly at me, and I returned a faint smile. He leaned closer, seemingly wanting to whisper something, but I warily turned my head away. He smiled awkwardly again. Then another dark cave quickly appeared, and my delicate hand was held even tighter. During a rest stop, unsure how to climb off the vehicle, a strong hand reached out to me, and a deep voice reminded me of my footing. Once I was steady, a tall man looked at me with affection.

At the trailhead, everyone was ready to go. Among the twenty people, there were three women, and I was the youngest and a first-timer on a mountain climb. That familiar tall figure approached me, and without a word, helped me adjust the height of my backpack. Just as I was about to turn and thank him, I saw him take the small food bag assigned to me and stuff it into his luggage. At the beginning of the journey, the two aunties patiently accompanied me, walking slowly, but soon disappeared from sight. I followed the backs of my teammates, and the tall man seemed to be waiting for me as well, always hovering in my line of sight. The heavy gear didn't hinder his agility; I hobbled up and down, occasionally using my hands and feet, staggering behind the group. I was panting heavily, exhausted, and just as I was about to sit down, someone suddenly took off my incredibly heavy backpack. It turned out he had appeared behind me without my noticing. Seeing everyone resting together, chatting and laughing, I almost gave up. He handed me an egg, some dry food, and fragrant tea. After a while, he asked me to pull up my t-shirt and roll up my trousers. I awkwardly obeyed, revealing my delicate skin, and he carefully sprayed muscle relaxant on me. I learned from my teammates that he was Huang's mother's only son, working as a computer engineer in Shenzhen, and had come back to help keep up with the group. He then took it upon himself to remove my hiking boots, and in front of everyone, he held my large, white foot in his hand. My five slender toes were neatly aligned, the gaps between them fine and soft, the soles rosy and smooth. The tender, pale pink flesh resembled the delicate petals of a double-petaled flower, beautiful and alluring. My size 7.5 foot faintly exuded a sweet, pungent, and slightly pungent aroma. He carefully sprayed relaxant onto my soft, slightly tingly foot, starting with the sole, then the gracefully curved instep, and finally spraying each of my slender, white toes—my most sensitive areas. "Oh, that's enough, that's enough, it tickles! Oh dear! That's enough," I couldn't help but wiggle my big feet, saying cutely, but a warm feeling also welled up inside me. Perhaps my fellow hikers had a special affection for me, and everyone seemed used to it.

As evening fell, we reached the summit of Yunling Mountain, found a flat spot to camp for the night, and after unpacking and having dinner, it was already dusk. Night descends quickly on the mountain; gusts of mountain mist rise, the air fresh and pleasant yet carrying a chill. Brother Huang, carrying a flashlight and wearing a coat, and I, unwilling to miss the beautiful mountain night, decided to join him for a night walk by candlelight. The night in the mountains is a strange experience. Familiar paths during the day seem like traps at night. Night is a completely different realm, and of the day, darkness controls half. The giant trees, shrouded in darkness, resemble predatory beasts, exuding a slightly eerie and terrifying aura. Combined with the pervasive mountain mist, dew, and cold wind… our night walk gained a touch of excitement and romantic charm. Walking with him on the trail, because the path was slippery, he went first, holding my hand, slowly discerning the steps. He felt a warmth in my soft, gentle hand. We walked and walked… and suddenly we were alone in the vast forest. Like a lost couple of lovers.

“Aren’t we going to get lost?!” I asked worriedly.

“Hehe…probably not!” he laughed heartily.

“It would be so embarrassing if we had a mountain accident here,” I joked, making him laugh too.

We continued walking, the forest silent except for the low chirping of autumn insects and our increasingly heavy breathing. He noticed my pace slowing and suggested,

“Tired? Let’s take a break.” I nodded and took out a handkerchief to wipe my sweat.

He wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and I handed him the handkerchief.

“Use mine!”

“You still don’t know how to carry a handkerchief,” I scolded.

“You’re such a child,” I couldn’t help but add with a laugh.

He smiled at me, wiping his face with my handkerchief, a delicate fragrance filling my nostrils.

“It smells so good…” he exclaimed in surprise.

“Can I have it?” he asked jokingly.

"Give it to me," I said, pretending to snatch it, but he quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"I'll buy you a dozen tomorrow," he said, playing the rogue.

"Who wants your stuff?" I made a face, a shy expression appearing on my face, making him a little distracted.

The fog slowly rose, covering everything. The surrounding darkness, shrouded in fog, became even more profound. Suddenly, I looked up and saw a bright new moon hanging in the sky. Only then did I notice the pool in front of me, which I hadn't seen before. The moon's reflection shimmered on the water, a truly beautiful sight. By the pool in the darkness, he gently leaned closer to me, then suddenly and forcefully pulled my face up, embracing me tenderly, and kissing me passionately. The steam still rose, filling the air with a hazy mist. After all, I have a strong sense of shame; I'm not some slut. His sudden, intimate gesture of touching me was both embarrassing and exciting. My face flushed red, and I gently pushed him away, rejecting his advances, saying, "You're really too presumptuous! It's late, and I'm a little tired today. We should go home." (Like

a lamb entering a tiger's den in a deep mountain valley .)

In the dead of night, back at the camp, everyone was already fast asleep in their sleeping bags. We tiptoed to a nice, quiet platform, moved slightly away from the team members, and then laid out our sleeping mats. Being alone together, we maintained a proper distance, lying on our sides. He was right next to me, and the scent of his dried sweat actually smelled quite pleasant. After drifting off to sleep, I woke up in the middle of the night needing to urinate, but couldn't find the spot. That warm, large hand pulled me back again, preventing me from embarrassing myself by getting lost. After falling asleep, we leaned closer, back to back, until he slowly turned and embraced me. I noticed he was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I knew that the fragrance of my hair and body was constantly arousing his desire. But I also knew that his physical desire and passion for me were constantly intensifying! Sure enough, soon he secretly rolled up my t-shirt, revealing the back clasp of my white bra. He gently unhooked it, and my bra loosened. He reached into my bra and explored my breasts, soft yet firm, too large to grasp in one hand. I pretended to be asleep. He began to tease and play with my nipples, gently pinching and rubbing them until they hardened... He then went a step further, lightly reaching down to unbutton my jeans and pull them down. I frowned, startled, realizing my genitals were already wet. I tried to pull away, but suddenly felt an unprecedented pleasure surge from my genitals... He climbed down and gently kissed my private parts... A tingling pleasure overwhelmed me... My body began to tremble and contort, but he intensified his assault... Oh... My strong, handsome Brother Huang... The sound of water roared, the mist filled the air, he was ruthlessly playing with me. Was Brother Huang the god of love in the water? Or the devil of the lake?

The worst part was that, being a clean freak, I often shaved my thick, fine pubic hair with wax and a razor, leaving it clean, white, and tender. Tonight, he discovered this shameful secret! My vulva was completely bare, without a single pubic hair to protect it, utterly defenseless. His short... attack repeatedly struck the nerve-wracking spot! He ruthlessly and boldly parted my labia majora, pulling out my clitoris. When his short... pierced directly onto my most sensitive clitoral tip, I immediately felt a tingling, numbing sensation. A sudden, dizzying wave of pleasure surged to my head, making me dizzy and trembling. A hot stream couldn't help but leak out... "Ah, oh, I'm coming!... Oh my!" I could no longer pretend to be asleep and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

In an instant, my lust gushed out like a thick, hot liquid... And the mischievous him still wouldn't let me off the hook, using his short... His stubble rubbed against my clitoris, and uncontrollably, I ejaculated continuously, my fragrant, tingling fluids gradually overflowing and soaking the sleeping mat. With each tremor and rub of his chin, the tingling, itchy, numbing sensation traveled from my clitoris down my entire spine. I trembled uncontrollably, a surge of heat that I had never experienced before. Worse still, I dared not make a sound to disturb the sleeping teammates nearby, so I could only tightly cover my mouth with my hand, holding my breath and biting my lower lip until it almost bled. My poor, sexually abused clitoris was already embarrassingly erect, hard as half a peanut, trembling. When he changed tactics, gently nibbling at my highly sensitive, erect, hard clitoris with his teeth, I couldn't help but tremble and gasp, feeling both ecstatic and utterly miserable!

Brother Huang simply flipped me over, doing a push-up and pinning me down, gently removing all my clothes, leaving me completely naked before him. He couldn't help but lightly kiss my pretty face and red lips... and his little brother gently teased and rubbed my vulva... My breathing gradually quickened, and soon I opened my eyes, my expression a half-smile. My lips parted slightly, as if I was begging for mercy because I couldn't breathe.

"My love... baby," he softly called to me.

"Mmm..." I gasped, as if suppressing something, but I couldn't hide it, and my body couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Give it to me, okay?" he pleaded.

"..." I smiled without answering, my expression as beautiful as a flower. His little brother's hard, spongy head kept circling and slowly rubbing against my clitoris, and with each rubbing and stimulation, my juices involuntarily flowed down.

"Do you want to?" he asked teasingly.

"Mmm..." I nodded, my face flushed.

"What 'mmm'? I want you to beg me!" he said mischievously again.

Soon, I heard him say in an almost inaudible, cute voice, "Ptooey! Come in, you little rascal!! I hate you!" "Say it again! Beg me to fuck you to death, you little slut!" he still wouldn't let me go.

"Mmm, fuck me!" I said coquettishly, abandoning my shame.

As if he had received a command, he launched an attack on the entrance to my paradise. Excitedly manipulating his strong, thick, and firm scepter, he reached between my legs, fiddled with the key to my clitoris, and thrust wildly and unrestrainedly into the depths of my palace, like a stampede of horses, like a raging storm… I covered my mouth, my body trembling, enduring the unprecedented ravages and torment, and couldn't help but moan and groan wantonly. I didn't know if this torment was a punishment or a reward for the shameless words I had just said, "Hmm, fuck me!" We both gasped for breath, the air thick with the scent of lust. He lifted me up again, and my legs wrapped around his strong waist, swaying violently up and down, pressing my clitoris against his thick, dark forest… Our intertwined bodies seemed inseparable… A dance of bodies was unfolding, accompanied only by his heavy breathing and my moans and gasps… in this night where lust permeated the open countryside. We were naked, entwined and rubbing against each other, wave after wave, each stronger than the last. His hands kneaded my pink, erect nipples, as if only through physical union could we ensure the unity of our hearts. Beads of sweat seeped from our bodies, condensing on my nose. I shook my long, black hair, brushing away the strands clinging to my temples… My eyes were hazy, my cheeks flushed red, and I lost count of how many times I lost myself! …I seemed completely immersed in this game of desire… I felt my whole body heat up, a warm current surging through me with pleasure… My honeyed cave felt like it was contracting and expanding, about to burst… Suddenly, an unprecedented sensation rushed to my head, my whole body trembling as if releasing all my energy—numbness, exhaustion, pleasure, pleasure, exhaustion, tingling… a tidal wave of sensations followed one after another… I convulsed and trembled, almost paralyzed, but he showed no mercy, continuing to thrust faster and faster!! My slightly musky, warm flowed again and again, filling the air with the scent of human flesh. I covered my mouth tightly, afraid that any sounds of our lewdness would wake the team! He seemed to have reached his climax at the same time, letting out suppressed, pleasure-filled low growls.

Afterwards, I embarrassingly discovered that I had thoroughly soaked his entire pubic area! He pursed his lips, and I obediently lowered my head, using my luscious red lips to clean him. He held me close, wrapping his arms around me tightly, savoring the afterglow and languor of our passion. I was enveloped in sweetness all night long.

A night spent together broke down barriers, friendships ended, and heartbreak lingered

, making love difficult again. A night spent together shattered the barriers of unfamiliarity. He gently accompanied me, teaching me to identify mountain paths and animal trails, to recognize alpine flora and fauna, and to discover medicinal roots. Watching him speak eloquently, I forgot the previous night's wantonness, the lingering aches and pains in my lower body, and the exhaustion that made walking difficult and my breathing labored. I was completely absorbed in his confident, magnetic, and pleasant voice.

Reaching the mountain's edge, unexpectedly, a light snow began to fall. Some complained loudly that they couldn't reach the summit, that their efforts were in vain. But I was captivated by the unprecedented beauty of the mountains, busily mixing snowflakes with my hiking rations, savoring the unique flavor. For safety, the entire team had to retreat this time. On the way back, I sat close to him. He became silent. I didn't know what to say, but I enjoyed the tranquility and the warmth of being with him. My heart felt warm, and my crotch was wet. I remember my nipples were hard and erect the whole way, and the mountain road no longer felt bumpy or lonely.

That night, he walked me home. Outside my rented apartment, his tall, lonely figure loomed in the moonlight as he spoke softly: "You look so much like my ex-girlfriend. Every gesture you make makes me think she's back." That year, they climbed a mountain together, got lost in a bamboo forest during a storm, couldn't find shelter, and used their hiking poles to shield themselves from the rain. She fell asleep from exhaustion, suffered hypothermia, and despite a desperate descent, she couldn't be saved. From then on, he hated the heartless nature of the mountains. "Oh, she was as beautiful as you. And, wait, she was also a 'white tiger' (a term for someone who is unattractive to men)! No matter what, I can't forget her. I don't want to treat you as a substitute for her. You understand!" He took my hand, patted it gently, and kissed it. I pretended to be indifferent, but realized he truly didn't care. He simply said goodbye.

In truth, I wanted to tell him that all shadows would pass, and besides, I wasn't a real 'white tiger,' and I was willing to change my habit of not shaving my pubic hair for him. But his mind was made up, and besides, it was only one night of passion. What right did I have to comfort him, explain my private matters further, or make any promises? I swallowed the bitter pill, perhaps out of 'willingness to accept what I did.' For years, I still couldn't forget that night. I remained closed off, shutting my heart away from the opposite sex. Waiting wasn't persistence; it was just my extreme curiosity about how much I loved him! Whenever the long nights came to mind, and my dreams were unbearable, I would sleep naked, comforting myself only with my own delicate fingers, from gentle, unrestrained caresses to lifting my buttocks and raising my legs, a perverse, relentless self-inflicted torment, recalling that shameless debauchery and the unbridled pleasure of my overflowing vagina. Thinking of him had another name: self-inflicted wounds!

Often, when I saw someone on the street whose back resembled his, I would stand and stare for a long time. I didn't want to contact him, not because I didn't miss him, but because I didn't want to feel superfluous. Life is unpredictable, time flies, and every day I face only an uncertain tomorrow and an unknown future. Years later, we met again by a mountain lake. I was overjoyed, and he was happy too, but his short, plump wife, with a little boy by her side, looked completely different from me. Facing the painful reality, I realized I was just a passerby.

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