Romantic Encounters While Traveling Abroad (Short Story) Author: Yanggangge

The previous two short stories received much approval from fellow readers, with some even suggesting I write a novella or a full-length serial. However, due to time constraints, and the feeling that recounting every experience might bore readers, I've opted for short stories instead. I'll share each experience in the form of a short story. I also hope that while you enjoy them, you'll do a little favor and give them a thumbs up, not just a reply.
Little by little, we can eventually publish a collection of short stories titled "A Colorful Life."
In the opening of "The Untold Story Between Me and the Young Woman Next Door," I mentioned that the weather in my coastal city is damp and cold in winter, specifically from November to March or April of the following year. This place is quite cold, of course, not comparable to the dry cold of the north. The lowest temperature is only 4 or 5 degrees Celsius, but because it's a damp cold, many northerners find it unbearable. The humid heat in summer is also very different from the dry heat of the north; after sweating, your body feels sticky and uncomfortable.
To make a long story short, one winter, it was constantly raining, and sunny days were quite rare. Driving to work every day was very depressing. At work, I felt listless,
just like most people, always busy making a living. After a year of hard work, my performance at the end of the year was actually quite good. During the Spring Festival, my generous boss gave me an extra big red envelope and two weeks of vacation to relax, recharge, and prepare for next year's efforts.
Many people think that because of their outstanding performance, a big red envelope from their boss is a given. I didn't think that way. A portion of the big red envelope from the boss should be used to give back in other ways; the money should come from the boss. Chinese people have always valued reciprocity; if you treat me well, I'll treat you even better.
Taking advantage of the holiday, and still retaining my youthful spirit, and also to show filial piety to my parents, I decided to take them to Thailand to visit relatives (I forgot to mention, my hometown is a large overseas Chinese community, and I've been to Thailand countless times), and to buy some gifts.
After getting my parents passports, I went to the travel agency to complete the Thailand tour paperwork, pay the fees, and apply for visas. I explained to the travel agency that once in Thailand, my parents would be separated from the group and wouldn't be traveling with us; I would be traveling alone. On the day of our return trip, my parents would go directly to the airport and join the group to return home.
In short, I bought cheap round-trip tickets. The travel agency lady told me that since I was traveling alone, I would have to share a room with other group members, possibly even the tour guide. I jokingly said to her, "How about arranging a young female tour guide? I'd be happy to." "You wish!"
On the agreed departure time, we boarded the bus with the tour group and headed to the airport. I helped my elderly parents onto the bus, settled them in, and then found a quiet, secluded window seat. There were only about 20 people on the bus, so there were still plenty of empty seats after everyone arrived.
The tour guide boarded, and just to be on the safe side, he announced some rules again (which had been handed out during the check-in process). Having been on the bus so many times, I was pretty much ignoring him now;
the bus started moving, and we arrived at the airport in silence. After completing the necessary departure and check-in procedures, we waited in the departure lounge. Only then did I get a glimpse of the other members of the tour group. Most of the group consisted of people in their thirties and forties, a few couples, and a few young men.
One group of women, who looked like sisters, was with an older woman. The sisters appeared to be around 35-40 years old; the older one was slightly fuller, while the younger one was slimmer and taller. Listening to their conversation, I learned that they, like me, had their mothers traveling separately from the group, so only the two of them were on the tour. My parents chatted with the older woman. I only occasionally chimed in with a word or two. I learned that the older sister's name was Lu and the younger sister's name was Wen.
Once on the plane, as everyone knows, short-haul international flights aren't much different from domestic flights; the seats are quite cramped. For me, a relatively tall southerner, it was a bit uncomfortable for three people to squeeze into a row of seats. Luckily, there was a flight attendant I knew on that flight, and she asked me to sit in the front with the security officer. Unable to refuse her kind offer, I swaggered down the seat amidst envious glances from others. I chatted with the flight attendant briefly during her downtime, but I won't go into details.
After several hours of bumpy travel, we finally arrived at Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Airport. After completing the departure procedures, I exited with the group. My relatives were already waiting at the airport exit. After exchanging a few pleasantries with my cousin, my parents were picked up by her and her family, and I began the remaining seven days of my Thailand trip alone with the group.
That day, we first arrived at the hotel and settled in. Everyone basically knew who was sharing a room with whom. I was assigned to the same room as another male member of the tour group (he had joined the group a couple of days earlier and left later). Lu and Wen's room was one room away from ours, shared by a couple.
After dinner, we all went out to buy some snacks. Thai tropical fruits are incredibly delicious. Although you can eat them in China, they're very expensive. Being
unfamiliar with the area, no one dared to stray too far from the hotel. We wandered around, bought some fruit, and returned to the hotel. At the entrance, we ran into the Lu and Wen sisters. They seemed to have changed their clothes before going out; they were both wearing long dresses. Lu looked a bit plump, while Wen looked tall and slender. Their breasts didn't appear very large, but they were quite perky. After a polite greeting, we went our separate ways.
A woman's cleavage, like time, can be enhanced with effort. Nowadays, there are all sorts of bras, and even things like nipple covers. So, for things that haven't been tested, guys shouldn't take what they see too seriously.
Back in my room, I washed some fruit, ate a little, and made myself a cup of coffee. My roommate from the tour group had disappeared; I'd taken my clothes, showered, and was lying on the bed in my beach shorts, watching TV I couldn't understand, feeling drowsy.
The doorbell woke me up. I opened the door to find Lu ringing.
"What did you buy?" I asked. "Some durian, mangosteen, and some other fruits I can't identify.
" "If you don't want tea, come to our room." "Wait, I'll change my pants first.
" "Change what?" Lu said casually, displaying the boldness of a mature woman.
I locked the door and followed Lu to their room, but Wen wasn't there. The bathroom door was closed, and I could hear running water. It seemed Wen was taking a shower. We chatted casually, and I learned that Lu was 40 and Wen was 38, both older than me. Wen was born in the same year as me, a few months older.
"You have to call us 'sister'." "It doesn't matter, it's just a form of address."
"Who has to call me 'sister'?" Wen asked, just as she opened the bathroom door. "Yuan, he's younger than us, so he has to call both of us 'sister'.
" Seeing it was me, a blush flashed across Wen's face, disappearing in an instant. "I didn't know you'd come." Wen was wearing a tight tank top, and she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She had probably just showered, and the two erect nipples on her medium-sized breasts (probably 32C) stood out as two sharp marks on the tight tank top. She was wearing hot pants, showing off her long, slender legs. Wen said a little shyly.
Lu: "Wen, you make some tea. I'm going to take a shower too." She picked up the clothes on the bed and went into the bathroom. "I'll do it." I quickly boiled water and made tea,
my gaze sweeping aimlessly across the room. A few clothes were piled on the bed. Seeing my gaze on the bed, Wen turned and hurriedly gathered the clothes up. But I still caught a glimpse of her thin red lace bra.
Lu finished showering, and the water was boiling. We made tea, drank tea, and chatted.
Lu: "Why didn't you bring your wife on this trip? Wouldn't it be more convenient if she came alone?" "She came with me a few times, but she didn't want to come anymore. She went up north with the kids to see the snow.
" "Why didn't your husbands come with you? You wouldn't feel comfortable leaving them at home," Lu winked at me. I understood and didn't press the matter further.
After chatting for a while, my roommate from the tour returned and asked me for the key to open the door. Seeing that it was getting late, I said goodbye to the two sisters and went back to my room to sleep.
I had just fallen asleep when a loud scream came from next door: "Ah!" Then I heard someone talking softly. At first, I didn't pay much attention. A little while later, I heard moaning and groaning from next door. "Oh, honey...be gentle...your
...cock...is so hard and big tonight...ah." "Ah, don't...bite my...clitoris." "Does honey's cock taste good, wife?" "Yes, I love...your...glans the most." "Ugh...mmm..." The moaning in the middle of the night was incredibly penetrating.
The couple next door were doing their "homework," probably just starting 69 oral sex. "Slap slap slap." The sound of flesh colliding came from next door again. "Ahhh...ah...fuck me...my pussy...it's itchy...husband...hurry up, use your...big cock to fuck...it's...fuck...my...baby..."
The sounds of slapping and thrusting continued. About 20 minutes later, the woman screamed, "Ahhhhh!" The man, panting, continued his thrusting: "Hmm...hmm...ahhh...ahhh..."
After a few muffled groans and some rustling sounds, the night quickly returned to its quiet.
For the next two or three days, everyone chatted and laughed while sightseeing and shopping. I also bought some souvenirs for my wife, son, the boss's wife, and the boss's daughter. I also showed some gentlemanly manners, sometimes helping the two sisters carry their things.
On the fourth day, we arrived in Pattaya. The daytime activities were traditional. In the evenings, we went on the cruise ship for dinner, drinks, and to see a ladyboy show. Wen was sitting to my right, and Lu was next to her. Wen was wearing a white tight-fitting tank top over a red lace bra, and a black miniskirt
. After the ladyboy show, she came down to play with the tourists, pulling them into dancing and partying.
We were still drinking in our seats when a few ladyboys came over and started playfully hugging us from behind. They pressed their ample breasts against our heads, scaring the two sisters into screaming.
The more scared you were, the more excited the ladyboys became. If you didn't touch her, she wouldn't be happy. She'd think you didn't think she was pretty or alluring enough.
One of the glamorous ladyboys said to me, "Look at your wife, so scared. Aren't you scared?" "No, why should I be scared of you?" I said, pulling down the front of the ladyboy's dress, revealing her large breasts. I touched them, and the ladyboy happily cupped them,
squeezing her nipples, and even squirted milk (probably from too much hormones). She then slammed her breasts against my face. To be honest, my head was spinning from all the bumps.
Yao Yao sat sideways on my lap, facing Wen, and reached out to touch Wen's face. Taking advantage of Wen's inattention, she also sneakily groped Wen's breast. I saw Wen's reaction and recoiled in fright. Laughing, I reached out and pulled Wen's right hand, saying, "Wen-jie, she touched you, you touch her too."
As I spoke, I pulled Wen's hand to Yao Yao's ample breasts, and Wen laughed and gently squeezed them a few times. Yao Yao excitedly grabbed Wen's left hand, and I took the opportunity to reach out and put my right arm around Wen's waist, pulling her up to hug Yao Yao. Yao Yao and Wen playfully wrestled, while Lu stood to the side, laughing uncontrollably. Behind them, Yao Yao was using her breasts to push against Lu's head, her hands reaching forward to touch Lu's breasts.
Hehe, now Yao Yao and Wen were sitting on my lap. Because I was wearing a short skirt, after all this play, Wen was basically sitting on my right lap with her skirt lifted up. It was icy cold; I could feel Wen's buttocks pressed against my thigh. This kind of stimulation, I think, is what every wolf dreams of.
Yao Yao pulled Wen up and sat down with her buttocks facing me, performing a few rear-entry positions while moaning with pleasure. She then pulled Wen around, turned her around, and pressed her onto my lap, my hands on her waist, as if I were having sex with her. Wen screamed and struggled.
Yao Yao, sitting down, thought it was just a game and didn't feel anything. But Wen felt something different when she sat down, and her penis instantly became hard. Lu laughed and slapped me. I felt I couldn't keep this up. I said to Yao Yao, "Okay, okay, stop fooling around." I took out a few 100-baht bills and gave one to each of the other girls (actually, I gave too much; the going rate at the time was 20 baht per person, and I also gave Lu and Wen tips. It didn't matter, as long as everyone had fun).
After Yao Yao left, everyone sat down again to drink. When Wen sat down, she pinched my thigh and whispered in my ear, "Yuan, you're so naughty." "I played with Yao Yao." "You even took advantage of Wen." "She slapped my still-erect penis with her hand, then turned to whisper to Lu.
The weather in Thailand is unpredictable; sometimes it suddenly starts raining. On the way back to the hotel, it started to drizzle. Everyone was a little tipsy when we got out of the car and went upstairs. Wen hooked her arms around Lu and me, and we swayed as we walked.
Through her vest, I could feel Wen's soft breasts rubbing against my arm. I put my arm around Wen's slender waist and we entered the elevator. Wen's arm was also around me. Facing the door, with my back against the stairwell, I released Wen's waist and touched her firm buttocks, giving them a squeeze. Wen pressed her buttocks against my hand. I didn't squeeze her anymore." My buttocks and hands were constantly being pressed down. Not being firmly rejected meant there was a chance.
When I touched Wen's buttocks earlier, I felt it was only through her skirt; I couldn't feel any trace of underwear. I guess she was wearing a thong. No wonder it felt so cold when she sat on my lap earlier
. After getting off the elevator, the group returned to their rooms, laughing and joking. After showering, I went straight to sleep. I heard moaning from next door again, but I won't go into details.
On the fifth day, the group took a speedboat to a boat to go parasailing, and then to a small island to eat seafood and swim. While on the speedboat, I told the two sisters, "You two should sit at the very back, don't sit too close to the front." I stood at the very front of the speedboat, holding onto the railing. A few minutes later, we arrived on the boat, went parasailing for a while, and then took another speedboat to the island.
Once on the island, we bought some handicrafts and prepared to go swimming. Lu said, "You guys go ahead, I'll watch your things." "Aren't you coming down to play with us?" "If I go down, I'll have to fight my way through." "
After changing into her swim trunks, I saw that Wen had also changed into her swimsuit. I was practically drooling. Wen came out in a red bikini; the two small pieces of fabric couldn't cover her breasts, revealing her white breasts on the sides, with a shallow cleavage in the middle. Her flat stomach had no excess fat. The swim trunks were tied with small strips of fabric on both sides, forming two bows.
I asked, 'Can you swim?' 'No, you can, right?' 'Of course I can. Here, put on some sunscreen.'
Wen took the sunscreen I handed her and started applying it to her exposed body. Then she bent down to apply it to her legs. When she bent down, her breasts were facing down, hanging upside down in front of her chest. The base of her breasts wasn't big, but they were quite perky.
I watched Wen apply the sunscreen with my eyes fixed on her." Wen looked up and saw me staring at her, looking a little embarrassed. "Have you looked enough? If
you can't swim, you'll need to rent a swim ring." I quickly turned around and rented one. We walked slowly towards the crystal-clear sea, our feet sinking into the fine white sand (the excrement of fish that eat coral reefs). We
played in the water for a while, then gradually ventured into deeper water. When the water was about chest-deep, Wen started to lose her balance and had to hold onto the swim ring to try and swim, but she couldn't lift her legs. "Yuan, why can't I lift my legs?"
"Let me teach you." I said, putting the rope of the swim ring around my waist. I grabbed Wen's hand and pulled her backward, letting her kick her legs
. A big wave came, and Wen choked on seawater. She stood up, one hand on my shoulder, the other wiping the seawater from her face as she coughed. I took the opportunity to pat her smooth back. Wen twisted her body and pushed my hand away.
"Let's go to a calmer spot over there to learn." "Saying this, she pulled Wen to a less crowded area where the waves were calmer. She wanted to get away from Lu's sight."
Wen stopped, using her hands to push against the swim ring and jump up, trying to sit on it. She jumped a few times but still couldn't get on. "Do you want me to carry you up?" "Go away. You're trying to take advantage of me again." I had no choice but to help press the swim ring down, letting Wen sit on it, and then I tied the rope diagonally around her body.
"Push me over." Hehe, I pushed the swim ring slowly with both hands, swimming and pushing at the same time. Wen used her hands to paddle at me, and her legs kicked the water. Taking advantage of Wen's playful antics, I grabbed her legs. Wen no longer resisted, letting me hold her legs and push her. Wen lay on the swim ring with her eyes closed, letting me push her. Her two small breasts rose and fell. There were two small nipples on her wet swimsuit. Wen's feet occasionally touched my shoulders.
When we reached a calmer spot, we stopped and stood in shoulder-deep water. I dived down and, through the clear water, saw Wen's round bottom encased in her swim trunks, which were digging into her thighs. Emerging from the water, I reached down and touched her bottom, startling her so much she tumbled off the swim ring. Wen, who was 165cm tall, couldn't reach the bottom and thrashed about with her arms and legs. I reached out and pulled her closer. Wen pounded on my fists, yelling, "Yuan, you're naughty!" Taking advantage of her kicking,
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her eyes half-closed, and stopped kicking. I pulled her close, belly to belly, one hand supporting her bottom, and kissed her lips. Her legs wrapped around my waist, my penis pressing against her genitals through her swim trunks.
Wen slightly opened her mouth to kiss me, then released my arms from her waist and began to knead her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, just the right size to be held in one hand. Wen trembled slightly, her mouth wide open, sucking hard on my tongue. I pushed up her swimsuit and grabbed her breast. Wen softly murmured, "Mmm." Her sucking made my tongue hurt a little. I gently pinched her nipples, which were the size of black beans, and Wen twisted her hips, making soft moaning sounds. I kneaded her buttocks with my hand, then moved down to her cleft.
Wen gasped and let out an "Oh," before leaning her head on my shoulder. I pulled down her swim trunks and kneaded between her legs, my fingers kneading her vulva and thrusting in and out of her. Wen wrapped her arms around my neck, tilted her head back, and bit her lip. Wen lifted herself up, her mouth close to mine, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching down to knead my penis, her eyes half-closed as she sucked on my tongue while kneading my hard penis.
Just as we were entwined, a wave crashed over us. Startled, Wen covered her face and screamed, pulling her swim ring over her shoulder. Turning around, she saw people speeding past in jet skis and banana boats, creating waves.
Wen lowered her head shyly, adjusting her swimsuit. Her face flushed, she whispered, "It's time to go back."
Back on the shore, Lu was lying on a beach chair under a parasol, wearing sunglasses. Seeing us return, she asked, "Where did you go? I couldn't see you for a moment." "Afraid I'd run away with Wen?" "You wouldn't dare!" She grabbed some fine sand and threw it at me.
Wen and I grabbed our clothes and went to rinse off with fresh water. Lu followed us back to rest under the bamboo shed. She
quickly finished rinsing and changing, then came out smoking and waiting for Wen. After a while, she came out, her wet hair draped over her shoulders. Seeing me waiting outside, she smiled sweetly: "Let's go." I leaned close to Wen's ear: "Is it comfortable?" Wen pinched my waist: "If you keep bothering me, I won't talk to you anymore
. I bought three bottles of Ye Qing, one for each of us." The other members of the tour group returned one after another. Everyone joked and waited for the return boat. The boat finally arrived, and we took a bus back to our hotel in Pattaya. The tour guide told everyone to go back to their rooms and rest before dinner. The evening was free time, and the tour guide, with his silver tongue, persuaded everyone to go see an adult show that night.

I asked the two sisters, "Are you going?" Lu replied, "Yes, of course! It's a rare opportunity; it would be a waste of time not to see one!" Mature women are bold indeed. Hearing Lu's bold statement, the others echoed her, making the tour guide very happy, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, thank you."
Back in my room, lying in bed, I relived what had just happened, each scene replaying in my mind. I never imagined that this seemingly quiet woman was so passionate. Before I knew it, I had relaxed and fallen asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a commotion outside and the doorbell rang. I quickly got up and opened the door; it was dinnertime.
I joined everyone in going down to the restaurant for dinner. I sat across from Wen during dinner. She ate silently, only occasionally glancing up at me with a knowing smile.
Later, when it was time for the performance, I watched Wen nervously follow the carefree Lu into the hall. I chuckled to myself, thinking how different the two sisters' personalities were. Wen gripped her hand tightly with one hand, the other on the armrest. I sat next to her, my legs pressed against hers in the darkness.
The performance began, starting with some skits, followed by scenes of women smoking through their vaginas, inserting needles, and then pulling them out. I heard Wen softly say, "This is okay? Aren't you afraid of getting pricked by needles?" I whispered in her ear, "Here are some props, you can practice." Wen slapped my thigh, "What did you say?"
When the scene of men and women having sex came on, Wen's expression was quite complex. Her eyes widened, her face flushed. As the penis entered her vagina, the flesh colliding and making slapping sounds, her breathing became rapid, her firm breasts heaved, her hands gripped the armrest tightly, and her legs trembled slightly. I held Wen's hand, and she gripped it tightly, her palms sweaty and trembling slightly. She whispered, "You're wet," tracing a line across my palm with her fingers. In the darkness, I saw her legs pressed together.
After the performance, the lights came on. Lu stood up, her face flushed. Everyone followed the bustling crowd out.
Back at the hotel, seeing it was still early, Lu suggested going for a walk and getting some fresh air. I joked, "Calm down, calm down."
Pattaya's nightlife is truly vibrant and diverse, with numerous bars lining the beach, brightly lit and bustling. Many small shops rent out motorcycles along the streets, with many high and low-seat motorcycles parked outside. Wen said, "I haven't ridden a motorcycle in ages. Can you drive?" "I dare to drive, dare to ride?" "Who's afraid of who?"
She chatted with the shopkeeper in broken English.
"How much rent ten minutes?"
"Ten minutes
." "Yes."

"Tow hundreds."
"One hundred. Okay?"
"No. At least one hundred and fifty. Okay?" "
Okay. Give me five. "
(A high five to complete the deal.)
Lu and Wen watched as I chatted away with the shop owner, even high-fiving him to complete the transaction. They both looked completely bewildered.
You guys might think I'm bragging about daring to drive in Thailand. Actually, Chinese and Thai driver's licenses are mutually recognized; you just need to complete the formalities before going abroad. It's just that in China, motor vehicles drive on the right, while in Thailand, they drive on the left.
I took the keys, got in, and Wen followed, leaning against my back, her arms wrapped around my waist, her firm breasts pressed against my back, warm and cozy. I
inserted the key, saw it was in first gear, tightened the clutch, shifted the gear to neutral, and released the clutch. I started the engine, gave it a quick throttle, and the motorcycle roared. I released the throttle. I retracted the kickstand, tightened the clutch again with my left hand, and while increasing the throttle with my right hand, I slowly released my left hand. The motorcycle seemed ready to spring. I released the clutch a little more,
increased the throttle, and the motorcycle started moving. I fully released the clutch, and with a roar from the engine, the motorcycle sped off, shifting gears swiftly the moment I eased off the throttle.
After driving a few kilometers along the coast, we turned back. Wen clung tightly to my back, her hair billowing in the wind, her short skirt billowing, revealing her fair thighs. Back at the shop, after giving the owner 150 baht, the three of us walked back.
"Do you guys drink? I'll buy some to take home if you want," Wen asked Lu. Lu replied, "Sure." They bought beer and went back to their room. The three of them started drinking, one can after another. Lu was gulping it down, a stark contrast to Wen's slow sips. I, on the other hand, was drinking at a leisurely pace. Soon,
after several cans, Lu started to feel tipsy. Looking at Wen, whose face was slightly flushed, she glanced at Wen with a wandering gaze. Wen smiled knowingly and said to Lu, "Sister, don't drink too much," while opening another can for her.
Lu took it and started drinking again.
"I've had too much, I need to go to the bathroom," Lu said, unsteadily entering the bathroom. Wen followed her in to check on her. A moment later, Wen helped Lu out. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine. You guys keep drinking. I'm a little sleepy." She then collapsed onto the bed.
Wen looked at Lu for a moment, then at her lying on the bed. She stood up, walked behind Wen, reached out and caressed her breasts, then lowered her head and kissed her. Wen returned the kiss passionately. Wen stood up, pointed at the sleeping Lu, and whispered in my ear, "Go wash up first, I'll come over to your side later."
Reluctantly, I suppressed my desire and returned to the room, leaving the door ajar. I grabbed a pair of underwear and went into the bathroom.
Lying on the bed in my briefs, I wondered if Wen would stand me up. After a while, the door was gently pushed open, and Wen ran in barefoot, then immediately turned and closed the door tightly. Leaning against the door, she was panting, patting her chest.
Seeing it was Wen, wearing loose clothing, I quickly jumped off the bed and went to greet her. We embraced and kissed passionately, my arms around her slender waist, caressing each other while kissing, rubbing her breasts through her clothes. Wen wasn't wearing a bra, and her small nipples were erect.
Our lower bodies rubbed against each other as we moved. I reached up and lifted her clothes to touch her smooth buttocks. Wen was wearing a thong. I pulled the thong aside and touched her vulva; it was already wet. I touched her crotch, and Wen trembled, letting out soft moans. Wen's hand slipped inside my pants and started stroking my penis. When she reached the glans, she pressed her thumb against the urethral opening. Each press sent a tingling sensation through my glans, causing my buttocks to involuntarily thrust forward. My penis grew harder and harder. I pulled Wen's clothes up from the bottom,
and she raised her hands. I removed her clothes, leaving her only in a black thong. I picked her up and placed her on the edge of the bed, pressing down on her and kissing her neck. "Oh, it tickles." I kissed her while kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, and kissing downwards, my tongue licking her smooth belly. I licked her vulva through her thong, then pulled it down with my hand. Wen's buttocks lifted in response.
Wen lay naked on the edge of the bed. I lifted her legs and extended my tongue, licking her vulva from bottom to top. It was wet inside, the labia minora slightly dark, but thankfully the tender flesh between them was still pink. Wen's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, not a single
hair on her labia majora or minora, only a thin tuft on her mons pubis, so it wouldn't show even when she wore a thong. Licking and sucking Wen's clean vulva, Wen let out a muffled moan: "Mmm..." Sucking on her clitoris, "Ah, so... good... I want... your cock... faster..." Wen screamed, lifting her head, her legs clamping together, trapping my head.
I stood up, lifting Wen's legs, grabbing them with both hands. Wen rubbed her breast with one hand, and with the other, she reached down, using her index and ring fingers to pry open her labia, her middle finger rubbing her clitoris as she moaned, "My... pussy... itches, source, fuck... me, with your... big cock... fuck... hard... fuck... oh oh..." Her buttocks thrust upwards, utterly seductive.
The large penis was aimed at the vagina, the glans pressing against it. A few drops of clear liquid from the glans mixed with the vaginal fluid flowing out of the vagina, acting as a lubricant. With a thrust of the buttocks, the glans was swallowed up, and the labia minora were also inserted into the vagina. "Ahhh... such a big... penis... head... fuck
me... harder... fuck... fuck me... to death... this little slut..." The erect penis head pressed against the front of the vaginal wall, and the buttocks thrust forward again (everyone should know that a woman's G-spot is a few centimeters deep in front of the vaginal wall, so this kind of fucking will cause the glans to hit and scrape the G-spot back and forth), the strong man pushed the cart, the large penis thrusting hard into Wen's slutty vagina. "Ahhh... oh oh... fuck me... to death." Wen cried out while rubbing her breasts and clitoris with her hands, twisting her buttocks. "So good...my...pussy
is so...comfortable...harder...harder...ahhh...it's been...so...long...since...not...being...fucked...by...a...cock...my...pussy is...itchy...I can't...take it...ahhhhhh." The lewd moans and the sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room.
After a few minutes of vigorous thrusting, both of them were panting, and their movements slowed. I knelt down and kissed Wen, my cock slowly throbbing, and Wen held me tightly.
Wen pushed me up, making me sit on the sofa, and I knelt down. My cock, sticking out of my mouth and hard as a board, was in front of Wen. Wen looked up at me, licked her lips with her tongue, lowered her head, opened her small mouth, and took the glans in. A wave of pleasure surged up from below. Her nimble tongue slowly circled the glans, her mouth sucking on it, then pressing her tongue against the urethral opening as she released the glans
. She caught the saliva and precum flowing from her mouth, smearing it on the glans. As she stroked the penis downwards, she took the entire shaft into her mouth, releasing it with her hand while simultaneously stroking it upwards. The up-and-down motion of her hand and the penis in her mouth continued, her entire shaft held tightly, sucking hard. She gripped the penis tightly and slowly stroked it upwards, then slowly released it, sucking on the glans. With a quick twist, she pulled the penis forward, and with a pop, the glans sprang out. Her
incredibly hard penis pressed against my stomach. Wen got up, turned around, and straddled my legs, her back to me, her penis sandwiched between my labia. Wen raised her buttocks, pulled the penis out from between her legs, spat the saliva and vaginal fluid she had been holding in her mouth onto her hand, smeared it on the head of the penis, aimed it at her
vaginal opening, and then sat down abruptly. "Ahhh..." The penis was swallowed up again by her vaginal opening. Wen supported herself on my legs with both hands, moving her buttocks up and down, using her vaginal opening to manipulate the penis. She kept shouting, "Fuck...your...big penis...my...vagina...so...good...ohhh..." The fluid flowing from her vagina soaked the pubic hair of my penis.
Seeing Wen sweating profusely, I patted her buttocks: "Get on the bed." Wen got up and climbed onto the bed, panting.
"Lie on your stomach, raise your buttocks high, spread your legs."
Wen obediently did as I said, lying on her stomach with her buttocks high and her legs spread, her chest pressed against the bed, Wen's cunt almost facing upwards. Looking at the slightly parted labia minora, I stood on the bed, my feet on either side of Wen's buttocks. First, I held onto the headboard with one hand, and with the other, I aimed my penis at the entrance and inserted it. "Ahhhhh...
you're...so...deep...ah...my...pussy...is...all...torn...by...you...my...big...penis...brother...I...am...being...fucked...by...you...so...good...to...die..." Later, holding onto the headboard with both hands, I bent over and vigorously thrust my penis up and down into her vagina.
“I’ll fuck you… this… little slut, see… are you still slutty?”
“I… am going to be slutty… if my… cunt… isn’t slutty… then… it will be… fucked… by your… slutty… cock… your… cock… feels… good… my… slutty cunt… feels… good too.”
He fucked Wen’s cunt hard, and every time he thrust all the way in, Wen would scream. The thrusting motion became faster and faster, and sweat dripped onto Wen’s back. Wen’s screams grew louder and louder. “Fuck me… faster, I… am coming, I… am… ascending… to… heaven… ah… ah ah… ah ah ah.” With Wen’s screams, Wen’s vagina contracted strongly, and her vaginal opening tightened around his penis with each thrust.

Wen climaxed, trembling all over, and I thrust harder. "Oh...oh...ah..." I thrust my penis deep into Wen's vagina, ejaculating streams of semen. My penis slowly softened and slid out of Wen's vagina. I collapsed onto the bed, and Wen turned over, lying on her side with her head against my chest and one leg wrapped around my lap. We
lay there, both exhausted, without moving. Neither of us spoke, and we rested in each other's arms for a while.
Wen got up: "I have to go over after I wash up, don't let my sister find out. You should wash up too."
We even took a bath together afterwards, but I won't go into details. Wen gave me a deep kiss before leaving.
I slept until dawn, then got up to wash. I rang Wen's doorbell, but no one was home. I went to the dining room for breakfast alone, but the two sisters weren't there either. Just as I was anxiously looking around, the two sisters returned carrying a bag of fruit. "Going out to buy things so early in the morning? Have you eaten yet?"
Idiot, asking a question you already know the answer to when you see someone coming back from shopping. People often become incoherent when they've done something wrong.
"Yes, I ate. I drank too much last night, and my head was a little throbbing this morning, so I thought I'd go for a walk
. But Wen was sleeping like a log; it took me ages to get her out of bed to come with me," Lu said. "I don't even know what time you left last night." "I left a long time ago." I thought to myself, if you know, there's no chance.
After breakfast, everyone busied themselves packing, checking out, and taking the bus back to Bangkok. On the bus, Wen and I sat on opposite sides of the back, exchanging knowing smiles. Wen smiled radiantly, her face flushed. She even secretly made faces at me on the way, scratching her face shyly with her fingers.
A lady in public, a slut in private; a gentleman in public, a lecher in private.
After lunch, it was shopping again, a shopping spree. I spent over 20,000 baht on Lao Lang (Old Wolf), and I even bought an extra stingray-themed women's handbag. Back in the car, I carefully handed it to Wen. Wen blushed and whispered, "Thank you." She also gave me a small pendant in return.
That evening, I went to their room for tea again, and while Lu was showering, I kissed Wen. It seems like Lu won't drink, so it's hopeless. Because I had to catch an early flight back home the next day, I said goodbye early and went to my room to pack and sleep.
The next morning, on the way to the airport, I exchanged phone numbers and email addresses with Lu and Wen, planning to send them photos from my camera when I got back.
As for what happened with Wen after I got back, I'll write about that later.
[The End]

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