Online Romance, Chapter 4: The Lustful Little Apple, Section 2: The Blind Man's Fried Rice

Although "Little Apple" was already covered in sweat from my lovemaking, she complained after catching her breath, "Why so fast? I haven't even climaxed yet!" This made me very embarrassed. Indeed, as a man who had just turned forty, my physical and mental state had passed its peak. In addition, the intense stimulation from our first tryst in the bathroom of a karaoke bar made me ejaculate very quickly, which was certainly not satisfying for her, who was in the prime of her life. Driven by my stubborn male pride, I knelt down and lifted her skirt, intending to pull down her newly put-on panties again, hoping to stimulate myself to quickly regain my energy and get back into the swing of things by licking her vulva. However, she dodged left and right, refusing to let me succeed. Just as we were locked in a stalemate, she suddenly put her index finger to her lips and whispered, "Shh... listen, is someone coming into the private room?" I listened carefully for a while but heard nothing, so I shook my head and whispered, "No." She pressed her ear to the toilet door and listened carefully for a while, still unable to hear anything, muttering to herself, "That's strange, I definitely heard something just now." Seeing that guessing here wouldn't work, I whispered to her, "How about I go out and check to confirm the situation? You can come out later!" She nodded and said, "Okay!" So, like a thief, I quietly opened the restroom door a crack and peeked out. Seeing no one in the private room, I pulled the door open and slipped out. "Little Apple" quickly closed the door, tidied her clothes, boots, and appearance inside before coming out and sitting down beside me to continue drinking and singing. Suddenly, "knock knock..." There was a double knock on the door, and a waiter wearing black-rimmed glasses came in and politely said to us, "Excuse me, just clearing the table for you two." He then efficiently cleaned up the empty beer cans and used tissues before turning and leaving. After he left, "Little Apple" said to me, "Do you think he came in once before? The way he looked at me when he was leaving was weird." I laughed and said, "I don't know, maybe he was peeking under your skirt? From his angle, he probably saw your underwear." Hearing this, "Little Apple" suddenly realized and quickly pulled at her skirt, exclaiming, "Ah, did he see my underwear?" I hugged her tightly and laughed, "It's okay, if he really saw it, so be it. It's not like he'll lose a piece of flesh. It's better if he can see but not have!" "Little Apple" playfully punched me and scolded, "It's all your fault! Of all places, you had to choose a karaoke bar! Now I've been seen naked, so embarrassing!" I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap, laughing loudly, "Otherwise, if he comes in again, I'll just throw you at him!" I said, pretending to throw her towards the door of the private room. Although she knew I was joking, she still pretended to be scared and cried out, "No..." This playful banter made us feel like we were really a couple. So, after our eyes met for a few seconds, we couldn't help but hug each other tightly and kiss passionately again. With my hands on top and bottom, she quickly became excited again, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking her panties. Just as I was starting to feel myself getting hard again, there was a knock on the door of the karaoke room. I quickly separated from her and sat up straight. The waiter with the black-rimmed glasses opened the door again and said, "Sir, Madam, your four-hour karaoke session is almost over. Would you like to continue?" I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost 10:30, so I shook my head and said, "No, we'll go pay the bill in a bit!" The waiter politely said, "Okay, thank you again," bowed to me, turned around, and closed the door. But after being disturbed by him so many times, the desire that "Little Apple" and I had finally rekindled had completely vanished. After singing all the songs we had requested, we went to the counter to pay the bill and left the karaoke room to take the MRT home. While waiting for the train at the MRT station, "Little Apple" was a completely different person from her wild demeanor in the karaoke room. She seemed preoccupied and silent, head bowed. Seeing this, I asked, "What's wrong? Want to sleep?" She remained silent for a while, lost in thought, before finally saying, "Do you think what we did today was okay?" I knew she felt a little guilty after the passion subsided, feeling guilty that she had arranged to meet me, a married man, for sex in a karaoke room. So I told her, "There's nothing wrong with it. We're friends. We just had needs, so we met up to have some fun." Still a little hesitant, she asked again, "So you think it's not a big deal to do this with friends?" I smiled casually and said, "Yeah..." She seemed to want to say something more, but just then the train pulled into the station, and she stopped talking. When the train stopped at the platform and the doors opened, she and I squeezed into the carriage with the many other passengers. In the crowded throng, we were separated. As the train started moving again and swayed violently, in the rapidly shifting light and shadow, we could no longer see each other… ********************************************************************** For several days after the passionate encounter with "Little Apple" at the karaoke bar, I maintained my usual strategy of not taking the initiative or pestering her. I didn't become particularly enthusiastic towards her just because we had sex once, and she seemed to be deliberately avoiding contact with me for the time being, allowing my life to return to the unchanging routine of a nine-to-five job. About a week later, she finally logged into the chat room again to chat privately with me. We talked about our passionate encounter in the karaoke bathroom, and she said, "Although I didn't have an orgasm, it was really quite enjoyable." I asked her, "How many orgasms did you have?" She replied, "Never. Before, he (a male chat room friend I had dated) would just keep thrusting wildly after penetration, without any technique. It could last a long time, but it just made me hurt terribly!" I laughed and said, "A man with such a long-lasting erection is something many women crave." She replied, "I'd rather not have it. Foreplay is more important to me. You touched me so well; I've never met a man who's so good at touching me." I laughed and said, "Foreplay really is important. Like me, I like being sucked. I hadn't showered that day, and you were willing to suck me; it really surprised me." She replied, "Actually, it was okay, there wasn't much of a smell, it's just that your thing was a little soft." I laughed and said, "Actually, I was really hard at first, but I only went soft after smelling your underwear." She laughed and said, "Hehe... I'm so sorry, I went to the gym after get off work that day and rushed over to our date, so I was still wearing my sports bra and underwear. The sweat was trapped inside, so it didn't smell very good. What did you think it smelled like?" I suddenly realized and replied, "Oh, I see. It smelled like a damp rag that had been sitting for a long time." Knowing that the unpleasant smell from her genitals wasn't caused by an STD, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and felt much lighter. So I said to her, "But I still wanted to lick your genitals, but you absolutely wouldn't let me." She replied, "Of course I can't let you lick me, because if you lick my genitals, my legs will cramp. My boyfriend once licked my genitals, and I immediately got a leg cramp, it hurt like hell!" I laughed and said, "Looks like you're sensitive. Okay, then I won't lick you next time we meet." To my question, which subtly hinted at a trap to lure her into a hookup, she either didn't realize it or did it intentionally, replying, "That's good. Otherwise, if you really licked me and I got a cramp, it would really hurt like hell!" I immediately pressed my advantage, asking, "So, where do you want to meet next time?" She replied, "He (the guy she had hooked up with online before) and I used to go to a motel in Xindian City. What do you think?" Seeing that she was already in my trap, I was overjoyed and quickly replied, "Xindian? I once stayed at a hotel near Bitan. You can see Bitan directly from the room. The night view is beautiful. What do you think?" She said with interest, "Really? That sounds great!" I pressed my advantage, asking again, "When do you want to meet?" After thinking for a moment, she replied, "Next Thursday is fine. I don't go to the gym on Thursday nights." I was delighted and said, "Great! Then next Thursday at 7 PM, let's meet at Xindian MRT station." "Little Apple" replied, "Okay, I want to take some photos. I'll bring a Santa hat and some props. Christmas is coming soon." I was quite surprised and said, "You're going to take photos? Aren't you afraid the photos will accidentally get leaked?" "Little Apple" replied, "So what if they get leaked? There's nothing to be afraid of."I couldn't help but admire her daring and risk-taking courage, but for safety's sake, I said, "How about this, since we're celebrating Christmas early, I'll buy two masks. We can each wear one when we make love. Even if our faces are accidentally captured in photos, we won't be recognized if they get leaked. What do you think?" "Little Apple" exclaimed excitedly, "Great! That sounds like so much fun!" I laughed and said, "Then we can dim the lights and do it while wearing masks, making it a true 'Blind Man's Fried Rice'!" "Little Apple" laughed loudly, "Hahaha… 'Blind Man's Fried Rice'… I can't wait!" And so, "Little Apple" and I eagerly awaited the arrival of this "blind man's fried rice" day. To prepare for this day we were so excited about, I searched everywhere for the masks that I had agreed to wear with "Little Apple." But after visiting several large stores, I either found Halloween monster masks that were completely unsuitable for us, or they weren't even sold. Finally, through the all-powerful Google, I found a department store on Chang'an West Road in Taipei that specialized in gifts and accessories that sold them. I rushed there immediately after get off work and found two European classical style masquerade masks: one was a bright green butterfly-shaped mask, and the other was a golden cat-shaped mask. After everything was prepared, I went to meet her on the appointed day with great excitement. Stepping out of Xindian MRT station, the December wind blew in my face, making passersby shiver. I quickly scanned my surroundings and soon spotted her slender figure, wearing a gray coat and a gray wool hat, standing beside a large pillar in the station. I hurried over and asked, "Have you been waiting long?" She glanced back at me and said, "I just arrived." So I led her across the road to the famous Bitan Suspension Bridge. With Christmas approaching, the entire bridge was already decorated with colorful Christmas lights, twinkling in the darkness, creating a strong Christmas atmosphere. Seeing couples walking on the bridge, all embracing intimately, I couldn't resist wanting to take "Little Apple's" hand, but she seemed unable to overcome the guilt of having an affair with a married man like me, and stubbornly avoided my hand, leaving me somewhat taken aback. To ease the awkwardness, I casually told her about my past work in this area when I first entered the workforce. I mentioned that I had often dined with my colleagues at the restaurant we were going to later, and after getting completely drunk, we would go to a karaoke bar across the river and sing and fool around all night. During our casual conversation, we unknowingly arrived at the hotel. After getting the key at the counter, we took the elevator to the fifth floor. Upon entering the room and seeing the stunning night view of Bitan through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her previously aloof and distant attitude immediately underwent a complete 180-degree change. She smiled warmly and said, "This hotel is nice, the view is really great!" I took off my heavy coat and hung it in the closet along with her coat. Then I went over and hugged her from behind as she stood looking at the night view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I whispered in her ear, "I wasn't lying to you, was I? This used to be my territory!" As I spoke, I gently kissed her hair and neck, and my hands also unknowingly unbuttoned her white shirt and slipped inside to caress her breasts. She continued to gaze at the night view outside the window with a nonchalant smile, letting me caress her as I did so. She seemed to enjoy my touch and kisses, and the faint fragrance emanating from her hair, along with the ambiguous atmosphere of our tryst, made my penis unconsciously harden, pressing tightly against her buttocks clad in a gray pencil skirt—she was a perfect clothes hanger, especially since she was dressed in a standard office lady outfit of a white shirt, gray pencil skirt, and black stockings, which only fueled my burning desire. She quietly enjoyed my caresses for a while before pulling away from my embrace and saying, "Let's take a shower first!" She then began to remove her clothes one by one in front of me, quickly becoming completely naked. Since she had undressed, I naturally couldn't resist following suit, quickly stripping myself naked as well. We went into the bathroom together, turned on the shower, and washed each other, applying shower gel to each other's bodies. Although we had already had sex in the bathroom of the karaoke room last time, this time I truly saw her body clearly: she was slender and toned from working out at the gym every day, with a 23-inch waist without an ounce of fat—a true athlete's figure! Her small, delicate breasts had long, chocolate-colored nipples, and her pubic area was also a dark brown, like her nipples. Her buttocks were so small that they were almost invisible, but fortunately, she had long, slender legs, making her overall appearance quite well-proportioned. After washing her body, I filled the bathtub with warm water, then held her and sat in it to enjoy some intimate moments. As I continued to fondle her breasts and tease her genitals, her breathing gradually became heavy. She couldn't help but turn to me and say, "Give me a kiss," and then she leaned in. I immediately kissed her, our tongues entwining. After kissing for almost five minutes, she finally stood up, satisfied. She grabbed a towel, dried herself, wrapped it around her body, and left the bathroom. I soaked in the bathtub for a while longer before drying myself off. I wrapped a towel around my bare lower body and left the bathroom, only to find her dressed in a red dress, wearing peach-colored stockings, and a cute reindeer headband. She looked like a playful Christmas girl! When she saw me come out, she said coquettishly, "Come and take pictures of me!" and handed me a camera. I immediately grabbed the camera and started snapping photos of her from various angles, while she posed and struck different poses for me to photograph. After taking pictures for a while, I remembered I had brought two masks, so I put down my camera and said to her, "Wait a minute, let me get you a mask." I took out the two masks I had carefully chosen from my backpack and showed them to her, asking, "Which one do you like?" She exclaimed, "What a beautiful mask! I'll choose this one!" As I expected, she chose the emerald green butterfly-shaped mask and happily put it on, while I, of course, could only wear the gold cat-shaped mask. After putting on the mask, she, already bold, became even wilder. At first, she only posed in sexy and alluring ways for me to take pictures, but later she even lifted her skirt to reveal her red thong and bra. Finally, she went even further, taking out a "love hand" and slapping her butt in front of the camera—she was really pushing the boundaries! However, she still wasn't satisfied with just that, and handed me the "love hand" she was holding, asking me to spank her bottom. Since she asked me to, I didn't hesitate to pick it up and gently slap her bottom. She winced in pain and said, "You're so mean! You hit me so hard! Look! Your bottom is all red!" I looked closely and sure enough, there was a red mark on her bottom. But this only fueled my mischievous side, so I picked up the "love hand" again and slapped her bottom again with a "smack!" She cried out in pain, "The more you talk, the more you do it on purpose, the harder you hit..." I laughed and hugged her, gently stroking her bottom, saying, "You're the one who asked me to spank you!" Then, as I touched her, I took off her dress, then her bra and thong, and pressed myself against her, kissing her passionately. She seemed to have a bit of a masochistic tendency. After I spanked her twice with my "love hands," she became very excited. That's why I pulled off the towel covering her lower body, and she eagerly pounced on me, taking my already erect penis into her mouth and sucking hard. I also reached out to touch her already soaking wet labia. Seeing that she was in the mood, I didn't waste any more time. I pulled my penis, which she had sucked until it was red, out of her mouth, put on a condom, spread her legs, and thrust in hard, pumping rapidly. "Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah..." Unlike the last time we had an affair in the bathroom of the karaoke room, this time she moaned loudly and freely. Her already wet lower body was now a mess, with white, sticky fluid constantly seeping from deep inside her vagina, soaking the sheets. How could I miss such a beautiful sight? I quickly grabbed my camera and took several close-up shots of our joined bodies, while my lower body continued to thrust in and out. In the dim light, I watched the naked couple on the bed reflected in the mirror, wearing only masks on their faces, mating wildly like a pair of beasts. I was incredibly excited and thrust into her hundreds of times with even more vigor. The shutter of my camera kept clicking non-stop, capturing her expression of ecstasy as I fucked her and her lower body, which seemed to be covered in her endless stream of vaginal fluid.Perhaps it was the condom that lowered my sensitivity, and also because I was multitasking as both an actor and a photographer, but after half an hour of this, I still didn't feel like ejaculating. The intense activity had left us both drenched in sweat, soaking the sheets so much that it was impossible to tell which was her vaginal fluid and which was our sweat. Although she was completely exhausted from my ministrations, at my request, she reluctantly rolled over, sticking her buttocks up so I could insert my glistening, vaginal-slicked penis into her vagina from behind, enduring another wave of my relentless, storm-like assault. But after about ten minutes, she was forced to kneel on the bed, her hands weakly gripping the sheets… After more than an hour of intense battle, waves of pleasure finally surged from where we were joined. I mustered my remaining strength and thrust with all my might. Her buttocks made loud "slap slap slap..." sounds, as if she were being spanked, as I relentlessly pounded into her. She, who had been moaning for over an hour, could only manage weak cries of "Ah... Ah... Ah." Finally, with one powerful thrust, she trembled uncontrollably as if I had pierced her body, and I ejaculated streams of hot, thick semen, which stimulated her convulsing vagina through the thin condom...

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