He slept with the female anchor

I met Feng two years after I graduated from university. At that time, I wasn't dating yet, and my job as a civil servant was relatively relaxed. I started using QQ right after graduation, and many students enjoyed chatting with me, mostly with girls. Feng was a student three years below me in Information Management, and she had fair skin. We chatted online for about a year and became close friends. She was outgoing and clearly much more mature and experienced in matters of the heart than I was. Sometimes, the ambiguous words we exchanged online would make me blush. During this time, she had a boyfriend, an art teacher at a subordinate college. They lived together and dreamed about their happy life after graduation. (They are currently in Shanghai, but still not married). Her outgoing personality led her to host a talk show on a provincial radio station while still in school.
At her suggestion and under her coercion, I searched the whole house but couldn't find a transistor radio to listen to her programs. :) I had to go to the mall and spend 400 yuan to buy a small, compact Awai miniature radio, happily listening to her programs in bed. I counted, and after about 10 listens, she started her internship at a newspaper, so my grandfather got another radio.
After more than a year of contact, she said she wanted to meet me. I was so nervous and excited, I won't go into details, but the clock struck Friday when we were supposed to meet.
The meeting was at a provincial government-affiliated hotel she specified, near the newspaper office where she was interning. I arrived around 2 PM, just as she was starting work. I went to my room, unpacked, showered, and called her. A scream came from the other end: "You're here, you jerk!" (I don't know why she called me that, so I started calling her Rabbit). I answered and gave her my room number. She said, "Wait for me!" and quickly hung up. I paced around the room, my heart pounding with excitement. Despite the strong air conditioning, I felt a light sweat trickling down my temples. I turned on the TV, but the blaring music only fueled my agitation. I slammed the TV shut, then... the doorbell rang. I took a deep breath and peered through the peephole. A pair of eyes startled me. A voice called out from outside: "You damn glass! What are you looking at! Open the door!" Alas! I slowly opened the door, and a grotesque face nearly made me faint. Although I'd seen photos of it before, it certainly didn't look like the one before me. She was wearing a floral babydoll top that seemed to expose her entire shoulder, a super short skirt, and slippers. What baffled me most was that she was holding an exaggeratedly large baby bottle with the nipple in her mouth. I was completely dizzy and stammered, "You...you...how could you do this!"
Later, she told me that many young girls at her newspaper used this to drink water. I was stunned. (Later, while she was in the restroom, I shamelessly sneaked a taste myself; it felt really good...but the water flow was too small, making it unsuitable for drinking.) What's wrong with girls these days? So I started teasing her, saying, "Look at you, you look like a dwarf doll." She scoffed and rolled her eyes at me. Then I started to look at her more closely. To be honest, she wasn't very pretty. In fact, I was only surprised and didn't feel any sexual urge. It was unusual that I had often fantasized about her during masturbation and imagined our first meeting would be so romantic...who knew she would turn out like this? Her skin was very fair, like a doll. However, her cheekbones were a bit high, which wasn't very pleasing to the eye. The only thing that caught my attention was her truly beautiful breasts, which stood tall and proud against the backdrop of her dress.
She sucked on her pacifier and said, "Hey, you dead glass, how many days are you planning to stay here this time?" I said, "I don't know, maybe I'll leave tomorrow." Her attitude was unacceptable to me. After going to the bathroom, she sat down on the sofa and casually picked up the bottle I had just used and started sucking on it. I said, "Please, put your container aside, okay? It looks awkward to me." She laughed and put it aside, saying, "Old-fashioned!" Sitting on the bed some distance away, I noticed a slight glimpse under her miniskirt. I couldn't help but swallow hard. She looked down at her skirt, closed her legs, and yelled at me, "You dead glass!" Then, with the speed of a martial arts master, she deliberately opened her legs and closed them again. *Gulp!* I was completely dizzy! Oh my god… I didn't pay attention just now, I only saw the movement of her legs. I regretted it.
She chuckled and stood up, saying to me, "You pervert, I have to go to work. If I don't get to know the editor-in-chief (I misheard it as 'get to know his penis'), he won't let me out. I'll come find you after get off work." While I was still stunned, she quickly got up, and as she passed me, she bumped my shoulder with her breast. I sat there, frozen, a moment of intense arousal. When I came to my senses, only the slightly ajar door was slowly closing. After calming down, I slowly looked at where she had been sitting and found the bottle was still there. For some reason, I ran over and grabbed it, thinking I should enjoy this thing too. I couldn't remember ever seeing it before. I opened the fridge, took out a can of cola, and poured her half-empty bottle of disgusting bitter tea into the toilet. I guess I was the first to put cola in a bottle and drink it. I happily watched the bubbly bottle and started shaking it. Oh my god! Cola sprayed out of the nipple, startling me! It sprayed out like gel, making me laugh out loud. Then, satisfied, I put the nipple in my mouth, tilted my head back, and... How pleasant!
The phone rang, and before I could even say hello, a barrage of words came through: "You jerk! I left my teacup at your place! Don't touch my water, don't drink from it! I still have 250cc left, and if I'm short even a milliliter, I'll settle the score with you! Humph!" Before I could even react or say a word, the phone hung up. I was stunned! Oh my god… where am I supposed to get you 250cc?!
That's when I really panicked. I couldn't think of a solution. Buying her a piece of bitter tea under the scorching sun? No, that's unnecessary. Then I thought, since you won't let me touch it, I'll just come back and say I poured out the bitter tea, huh? Let's see what you do then. I made up my mind, and I wasn't afraid of anything anymore. I continued drinking my cola. After an hour of utter boredom, I couldn't stand it anymore and started paged her. Back then, having a pager on a university campus seemed pretty cool. This time, she didn't mention her water bottle, only asking what my impression of her was, what my plans were for the evening, etc. Who knows what I was supposed to say? So I just blurted out some compliments, though I can't remember exactly what I said now. I just felt like what I said wasn't sincere; all I was thinking about was how to escape the awkwardness of being called a "milk bottle" (a euphemism for someone who uses a baby bottle). I only remember shamelessly saying, "Your breasts are so beautiful."
All I got in response was a string of curious questions: "Really? Is that so?" I really couldn't be bothered with her; she'd take any opportunity to climb to the top. She said she wanted to bring a female intern with her that evening because the girl often heard her mention me and wanted to meet me for dinner over the weekend. I was a little reluctant, but since she'd already asked, I had no choice but to agree. I hung up, covered my head, and went to sleep until dark. But I couldn't fall asleep, so I grabbed a hotel towel and masturbated to exhaust myself. I never expected any passionate intimacy that night. If it were now, I would never waste so many "resources" beforehand. Luckily, I was young then, and even with a five-hour interval, I could still produce plenty of resources; the only difference was the concentration. Exhausted, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
When I heard the doorbell ring, I checked my watch and it was already 6:30. Oh my god! It must be them. I hurriedly put on my clothes and called out to the door: "Wait!" I hurriedly put on my clothes, fastening my belt as I went to open the door. Sure enough, she had brought a younger sister with her. Standing next to her, the difference was obvious. She was about 172cm tall, dignified and elegant. I hurriedly invited her in and offered her a seat. Feng came in first, and the younger sister followed, going straight into the bathroom without closing the door, saying she wanted to wash her hands. As Feng approached my bed, she immediately noticed a nearly dried, pale yellow liquid on the clean white towel. I was extremely embarrassed, my face turning red. I stood there, not knowing what to do. Just as I was about to snatch it from her, Feng bent down, rolled up the towel, and placed it behind the sofa where she was sitting, then smiled at me.
At that moment, besides feeling incredibly embarrassed, I also surprisingly felt a sliver of affection for this girl for the first time. Thankfully, it didn't make me look too bad. However, when she saw her baby bottle lying on the coffee table with spilled cola, she glared at me angrily. I felt sweat trickling down my back. I gave her an awkward, friendly smile without saying a word. Luckily, she was still wiping her hands. She whispered to me, "You little rascal! You didn't listen to me. Just wait and see how I deal with you!"
Ugh… I was sweating bullets! The girl walked out gracefully, exchanged pleasantries for a while, and said she'd heard so much about me, it was a pleasure to meet her today! Wow, she's definitely a literature whiz, even her compliments are so exaggerated. To be honest, this girl seemed very mature for her age, much more generous and mature than me. (This girl is currently in Shunde, Guangdong.) Of course, I also sincerely praised the beautiful woman in front of me. At that moment, it was truly from the heart; this girl was really impeccable. I really wish I knew her, and that Feng was just a friend she brought along. The three of us chatted for a while and decided to go for Brazilian barbecue. To be honest, 80 yuan per person for Brazilian barbecue wasn't very tempting for me at the time, because it was too greasy. But for students, it's still very tempting and attractive. I remember when I was in school, if a classmate asked me to treat them to a 20-yuan KFC meal, I would regret it for ages.
After all, I'm working now, and things are different from when I was in school. Since they chose to go for barbecue, let's go. Originally, I planned to go to a local restaurant. With drinks and food finished, the two female students sighed, looking lost and unsure of what to do next. The pretty girl named Hui seemed quite understanding and said to Feng and me, "How about I head back first? You two can chat. I won't be a third wheel. I'll be going now… See you tomorrow!"
Feng seemed relieved but pretended to be reluctant, saying, "Why don't you come with us?" After receiving a no, he smiled broadly, pulled me up, and helped Hui into a taxi back to school. The taxi had barely left, and before I could even say goodbye, she rolled her eyes: "Look at you, you've been like a lost soul ever since you saw her. You don't even want to eat when you see a pretty girl." I was taken aback. "Really? But she is quite pretty." Then, I added, "But she's not as petite and fair-skinned as you, haha…" The effect was quite good; she grabbed my arm and skipped along the roadside. I felt uncomfortable being dragged along.
I asked her, "Where are we going now?" She gave me a strange smile and said, "Let's wash the hotel towels first." My ears turned bright red all the way down to my neck and ankles. Luckily, it was dark, so she wouldn't notice. We quickly arrived at the hotel. In the elevator, she kept staring directly at my face, making me feel very uncomfortable and a little lost. When the door opened, she cheered and ran to the bed, sprawling out on it, exclaiming, "Oh... I'm so tired! This is so comfortable! Come give me a back
massage, you jerk!" I was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood what she meant. I hurried behind her, so "back massage" simply meant massaging her body with my hands.
She lay there, first adjusting her neck and saying, "Press here first." I obediently rubbed her neck, and then, after a while, I moved down her neck to her back. Since a large portion of her back was exposed, I slowly rubbed the skin with my fingers, admiring her from behind. She was indeed very attractive from behind. She lay there, her legs slightly raised, swinging idly as if enjoying my massage and caresses. Her breasts, pressed against the bed, were noticeably protruding to the sides, and her buttocks were high and rounded. Because her skirt was short, and her legs kept swinging and lifting, her white panties were clearly visible, tucked between her thighs by her buttocks. From behind, I could see the slight bulge between her legs,
and a few sparse pubic hairs peeking out (later I realized she didn't have much pubic hair, it was quite sparse, just a few faint strands). I sat there, my penis erect and trembling slightly inside my pants. From the outside, I could see my pants bulging, pulsating rhythmically with my heartbeat. I had never been so close to a woman before, and with such a clear purpose. My whole body was burning with desire. My hands caressed her waist, then her sides; they were so soft. Suddenly, I noticed her legs were no longer raised, but hanging limply down. I took advantage of the situation, moving my fingers up her waist until they almost touched her breasts. When my hands touched that soft area, I felt a jolt, as if I'd been electrocuted. She didn't seem to object; instead, she shifted her body slightly, pressing down on three of my fingers. Startled, I quickly pulled them back and placed my hands on her buttocks, pressing down on them. It was a very elastic piece of fabric. Because the skirt was so tight, she shifted her body, completely exposing her waist between her top and skirt. I groped and pressed like that for about 20 minutes without her saying a word. When I touched her thigh, she suddenly shuddered. I continued to caress her, and then, determined, I ran my hand under her skirt to her inner thigh. She giggled and said it tickled, then lifted her legs up. I could see her white panties again, and to my surprise, they had changed color on her inner thighs, the middle section completely soaked.
Seeing this, my breathing suddenly became rapid; I could even hear my heart pounding wildly. I couldn't resist and lowered my head, gently licking her waist with my tongue. She didn't move. I moved my face down her waist and pressed it against her buttocks. Surprisingly, she leaned forward, got up, and said, "I need to take a shower first," before heading towards the bathroom. I saw her face was flushed, and the skin on her chest was also red.
Hearing the pattering water inside felt like raindrops falling into my heart. Every second was crystal clear. My mind was in turmoil. I knew that after 24 years, this day had finally arrived. To be honest, I didn't think about this day like other virgins, about giving it to the person they love most, or their future spouse. I hadn't even thought about who I would give my first time to. I thought it would just happen naturally. Perhaps for men, the first time isn't that important; it's just an experience, a process. As long as it's not forced or unwilling, for a man, spending his first time with an experienced woman isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Finally, she came out. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any clothes! Instead, she was wrapped in a bath towel, one hand still drying her hair with the towel. She smiled at me, climbed onto the bed in the same position as before, and said, "Let's continue!" This time, she didn't call me a pervert! Thank goodness.
I ran to her side again, standing there like Forrest Gump, my mind racing with images of her body draped in white. I mechanically pressed a few times, but the towel was too tight, so I told her, "It's hard to press." She actually untied the towel from her chest and lifted herself up, revealing her naked body lying on the bed, the towel completely covering her. At that moment, a foolish thought crossed my mind: how wonderful it would be if I opened all the windows and let a strong breeze blow the towel away! Although it was just a thin towel, easily lifted without any effort, in my mind it felt incredibly heavy, like a thousand pounds. I didn't know how to remove it. Perhaps in today's view, it would have been easy to simply lift the towel, but back then, I felt lost and timid, thinking of all sorts of convoluted methods to try and remove it little by little.
While I hesitated and wavered, a drop of sweat slid down my leg onto hers. She was startled and said, "Go take a shower, you're so hot."
In the bathroom, I devised nearly 100 plans for my next move. When I confidently stepped out, I froze. The towel was on the sofa, and she was already wrapped in a large blanket, facing the sofa with her back to me. I walked unsteadily towards the bed. I don't know if it was because I had been planning for so long or if she was just too tired. I called her, but she didn't respond. My stubbornness kicked in, and I thought, "Can't you sleep at a time like this?" So I shook her hard and woke her up. She mumbled, "What? I'm tired and want to rest for a while. Don't disturb me. I want to sleep for a bit."
Holy crap! She could still be asleep at this hour? I was so angry I sat down on the blanket next to her, leaned against the headboard, and lit a cigarette. Countless possibilities flashed through my mind… How could this be! To make matters worse, I somehow fell asleep while watching TV… When I woke up, I felt a tuft of hair on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw it was her hair. I didn't know when, but the blanket had been pulled over us. She was nestled against my chest, her face pressed against my skin, one hand stroking my chest, the other fiddling with my genitals. It was obvious my genitals couldn't handle the stimulation. Her legs were intertwined with mine, and I could feel her lower abdomen pressed against my body. A soft mound of her breast was against my arm. I was so scared I didn't dare move. I dared not utter a sound, for I truly did not know how to regain my composure in such an awkward situation. I gently closed my eyes again; she seemed to be in a hazy drowsiness as well. Her soft, burning hand grasped my penis, gently stroking it, sometimes trembling, sometimes rubbing the head of my penis against her lower abdomen and thighs—I couldn't quite pinpoint which areas. Just then, I felt her tongue, like a venomous snake, slide down my chest to my lower abdomen, and then, fatally, suddenly take my penis into her mouth. In just five seconds, I felt the edge of my penis rotate inside her mouth, and my entire body erupted like a volcano. With a slight tremor in my body, I ejaculated all of myself into her mouth. Unlike the feeling of masturbating on my own, this time I ejaculated into the inside of a warm object.
She didn't leave immediately, but I could feel her swallowing something. A minute later, she slowly came up and lay down beside me, motionless.
I was genuinely terrified the first time I saw her. How could this be? I always thought that only in Western porn would a woman drink a man's semen. I never imagined I'd encounter something so absurd for the first time. But as a man, I felt incredibly joyful and relieved. After all, seeing a part of myself enter a woman's body felt like a great and glorious achievement, much like a woman giving birth to a child for a man. Hehe… just kidding.
I noticed her body was undulating slightly, and at that moment, I was too weak to bother her any further. I placed my hand on her arm and gently pulled the blanket down, revealing her beautiful body. Her breasts were truly full, her skin was very white, without any blemishes or imperfections, and her nipples were round and surprisingly large. I can't describe the exact size, but they were definitely like medium-sized grapes—not oval, but perfectly round, just like her breasts. At this moment, I lost all fear. I gently stroked her body with my fingers, lightly licked her nipples and areolas with my tongue, and gently caressed her buttocks with my hands. Under my caresses, Feng finally embraced me, pressing her breasts against my face. I began to savor this rare delicacy.
At that moment, the image that flashed through my mind was the baby bottle I used to drink cola. To hell with that! This 37.5-degree container was what I wanted. I licked and sucked, my hands kneading, while Feng used her hand to stimulate my genitals. When I couldn't control myself any longer, she lay down on the bed. To my surprise, she raised her legs high and said to me, "Baby, come here, I want you." I leaned forward, supporting myself with my hands. At the moist, slightly dark, white opening, I didn't know what to do. After several attempts, I couldn't find the right approach. She guided me into her paradise, her hands gripping her thighs, still holding them high. I entered deeply, feeling her trembling and the resistance I encountered. She was whispering, "Just like this, just like this, baby..." I clumsily thrust in and out a few times and felt very itchy, with an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate from my glans. She seemed to notice this and used her legs to squeeze my buttocks, patting me and saying, "Baby, don't move, don't move." But I still couldn't control myself and trembled a few times. Finally, my first real sexual experience came to a perfect end. She seemed a little regretful, grabbed a tissue to wipe the sweat from my forehead, and had me lie down next to her. At that moment, I suddenly felt that sex was nothing special, not even as exhilarating as the orgasm from masturbation. But I still liked this warm and real feeling. Meanwhile, she was squatting by the bed, shaking up and down. When I saw a white liquid sliding down her vulva, I realized that she was trying to expel the fluid I had just released.
The room was filled with the scent of my fluids and her bodily fluids. Stimulated by this smell, I suddenly felt a surge of interest in her. We embraced and went to the bathroom for a quick rinse. She carefully cleaned every detail for me, and I ran my hand over her every crevice.
Back in bed, she took a clean pair of underwear from her bag and put it on. This time it was violet, very thin, and felt like silk. When she put it on, it even outlined the details that were supposed to be covered, including the creases and slight protrusions. I found that wearing underwear aroused my desire even more than being completely naked. At this point, I was physically exhausted, but mentally and psychologically, I still had an inexhaustible burning desire, like a gluttonous child facing a delicious meal, whose stomach could no longer hold any more, but whose appetite remained strong. She made me put on my underwear, sat next to me, and stroked the moderate amount of chest hair on my chest. My chest hair was smooth, lying flat against my chest, unlike the messy hair on many people's chests. It was like a maple's pubic hair, well-defined and radiating outwards on my mons pubis. You could see the whiteness and light black of my skin at a glance, without any overlap—it had just started to grow and hadn't fully darkened yet. Haha…to describe it like car tint, it was a magical black :). She stroked my chest hair with her other hand, stroking my back, and whispered, "You're so amazing! I really want you to be by my side forever, for time to stand still at that moment." Suddenly, I felt a drop of water fall on my leg. I saw her eyes were red, and I asked her why. She said, "When I first made love to you, it was just a prank. I thought you were a virgin and wanted to possess you, but now I suddenly feel guilty, and I also feel reluctant to let you go. I feel like this is the only time I've made love with my heart."
Hearing her words, I felt a pang of sadness. Indeed, from the moment she returned from dinner, I truly considered her my confidante and lover (I didn't have a girlfriend then). The moment I felt an unbreakable bond with her, I saw her as the woman I would cherish for life. I hugged her and gently wiped away her tears with my cheek. She hugged my shoulders tightly, resting her face on my shoulder, and then I heard her laugh through her tears. I comforted her, saying, "Don't be sad. It's my first time experiencing this, not yours. Why are you crying?"
She playfully hit me, saying, "You're so annoying! Now you're making fun of me again."
I shook her
, saying, "Don't be sad, you should be happy." She looked up at me with bright eyes and said, "Yes, you shouldn't be sad, you should be happy. If you leave tomorrow, I won't even have time to touch your penis." Hehe... She got up and pushed me back onto the bed, giggling and crawling all over me, tickling me non-stop, and then pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues intertwined tightly, swallowing and exhaling, enjoying the pleasure of life.

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