Chinese girl having sex in car

This time, I want to share a private experience with a Chinese female assistant from the next department. I say private because we are colleagues from different departments, but we had several exciting encounters in the car. This girl is a local Chinese in Thailand. Her ancestors came to Thailand quite early, and her family is quite well-off. They reportedly own several hundred acres of orchards. She is 22 years old and just graduated from university. She studied at a pretty good engineering school in the UK (I think it's called Swansea? You should be able to find it on Baidu). After graduating, since her family didn't have high expectations for her, she found a job as an engineering assistant on our project, mainly responsible for some external correspondence and simple drawing. Before the pandemic in 2019, we young people had a lot of contact. There were four or five young Chinese guys and three or four local assistants. We often hung out together, but it was mostly just drinking. This girl, in particular, really liked to drink. I don't know if it was a habit from her time studying abroad. The reason I mention drinking is because every time she drank, she wanted to have sex with me in the car.

My first encounter with her was when I was drinking with two other guys, her cousin, and me at a quiet bar in the county town. She naturally sat next to me. It was a small bar run by Chinese people, with only six or seven tables, but the atmosphere was nice. We could sing, drink, play simple games, and they also sold some semi-fake Air Jordan shoes. Later, we ran into some of her childhood friends, and we all sat and drank together. The owner also sat with us for a while, and knowing it was our first time there and that he worked on construction projects there, he gave us a bottle of vodka. The atmosphere was quite good; we sang and chatted. However, the noisy environment created opportunities for intimate contact. People would shout into each other's ears, their breath hot against the skin – a rather ambiguous approach. I recommend this method to anyone wanting to take the first step: give a woman special treatment in front of a group of people, maintain subtle physical contact, and add some alcohol – it greatly increases the success rate. We drank until about 11 pm, then left because we had to work the next day. We didn't have cars; the woman picked us up, but I was hesitant to let her drive, so I drove, and she was in the passenger seat. As we drove off, my two buddies in the back seat huddled together, probably feeling pretty much done. When we arrived at our campsite, we got out of the car, and she drove home herself. The key point is that after my buddies got back in the car, before I got out, seeing her dazed look and remembering our ambiguous encounter at the bar, and realizing I hadn't been with a woman for months, I took advantage of the alcohol and gently ruffled her hair, saying, "Take care on the way back, and let me know when you get there." Perhaps it was these seemingly casual flirtations that completely won her over.

Our private contact began one night after she'd been drinking, around 10 pm, when she messaged me, saying she wanted to chat. Good heavens, she was already outside the camp, and she wanted me to come out. I felt something was definitely going to happen. To be honest, I was conflicted at first. On one hand, I desperately wanted to get my hands on her and experience her, but on the other hand, I was worried that since we were colleagues, it would be bad for me if things escalated on the project, especially since I have a fiancée. But despite this conflict, I went anyway, almost against my will. She drove a Toyota pickup truck. The not-so-small interior was playing some jazz music, mixed with the scent of her shower gel and shampoo. She must have gone home to shower beforehand before asking me out. She drove, and I was in the passenger seat. We started by talking about simple things on the project, and then moved on to her studying abroad. We chatted about literature, engineering, and gossip about projects. It was clear she was a well-mannered and emotionally rich girl. We parked on a quiet, secluded road near town. It was late, and there were no other cars around. The moon was high in the sky, and there were no lights. She turned off the car, took out her phone, and played music. The light from the screen illuminated her face in the darkness, and I looked at her more closely. She had a girl-next-door feel to her. She was slightly plump, perhaps due to her love of sweets and alcohol; otherwise, she wouldn't have been the one taking the initiative all along—she would have made the first move long ago. But regardless, I felt that moment was quite beautiful. Having a young, sensitive, and intellectually rich person of the opposite sex with whom you can chat endlessly, whose experience and knowledge allow you to skillfully control the pace of the conversation, is somewhat intoxicating. She reached for a few cans of beer on the back floor, seemingly prepared, and we started drinking them one after another in the darkness. After about two cans each, she turned her head to look at the stars. The car didn't have a sunroof, so we could only see through the windshield. Her body unconsciously almost touched the gearshift. I joked, "Don't fall asleep! I'll have to walk back to the campsite later, and I'm afraid I won't have gotten there by tomorrow morning." She chuckled but didn't reply. In the darkness, I didn't know... Her expression.

Later that day, after two bottles of wine, my hand, almost unconsciously, reached across the passenger side and from behind her head to where her seatbelt was fastened. My intention was to let her lean on my shoulder for a while to calm her down, but the distance was too great to reach her shoulder; I could only reach a little behind her head. But before she suddenly turned her head and sucked on three of my fingers, I really didn't intend to do anything to her on the spot. After all, it was our first time having private contact. But her sudden attack caught me off guard. My ring and middle fingers were suddenly being licked by her wet tongue. For about half a minute, I didn't make any move, just pretending that these weren't my own fingers. A jumble of thoughts raced through my mind, but I pulled my hand away and leaned closer to her, asking what she wanted. There was no answer, only a tongue meeting mine. We French kissed. Her tongue was quite large, not particularly soft or tender. I don't know if it's because of her body type or something else, but the other girls I've kissed in my memory were all soft, smooth, tender, and small—she was the complete opposite. Are there any experts in this community who can explain this? After a few minutes of kissing, her hand slipped outside my denim shorts and started caressing me. I, too, wasn't so innocent and reached under her t-shirt to touch her breasts. They weren't small, quite firm. (The rest of the text is in B.) She no longer held back, untying my waist rope and pulling out my already rock-hard penis. Without a second's hesitation, she leaned over from the driver's seat and skillfully began to suck on it. Her oral skills weren't great, but there was no toothiness. The position wasn't right, so it didn't stimulate the coronal sulcus. Fortunately, it was my first time experiencing it in a car, so it felt quite unique. My hands weren't idle either, teasing and caressing every place I could reach. I slipped my hand under her skirt, reaching from her buttocks to explore her pubic area. Her hair was very thick, and the texture was a blend of hair and... The feedback from her very wet and slippery labia was expected given her age. Seeing my hand had reached the crucial spot, she casually pulled down her underwear with one hand. I then naturally stimulated the inner and outer sides of her labia, occasionally glancing over but not directly stimulating her clitoris. Once my fingers could easily fit inside, I inserted my middle finger, stimulating the inner walls of her vagina with all my might. It felt incredibly fleshy and enveloped. As she sucked on my penis, she unconsciously let out muffled moans. Outside the car, the quiet moonlight and the chirping of insects and birds filled the air. The music in the car was soft and the scenery was breathtaking. I felt she couldn't take it anymore, so she straddled me, rubbed my penis against hers a few times, and prepared to penetrate me. But then, I suddenly chickened out. I grabbed my penis and told her I had a fiancée, that I couldn't do it with her. She said no, no, no, her words becoming slurred. I was genuinely scared, worried about ruining my reputation on the project. After nearly a minute of this standoff, she silently returned to the driver's seat and quickly pulled up her pants. Zi started the car and began the return journey. She didn't say a word the whole way. I tried to say something, but she remained unmoved. I guessed she was angry. When we finally arrived at our destination and I was supposed to get out, I hesitated again and tried to explain, but she still remained unmoved and said it was okay, and that I should go home. I figured she was conflicted because I knew about her promiscuous behavior in private, and she was angry. I backed down at the last minute and rejected her. For several weeks after that, we would just pass each other at the company without saying a word or contacting each other privately.

One day, after drinking again, she messaged me asking if I wanted to get together. I knew this time it was going to be serious. Since she knew I had a fiancé and still asked me out, it meant she didn't care anymore. Besides, after our superficial interactions, I was confident she wouldn't gossip. I readily agreed, carefully cleaned myself, changed into a pair of shorts suitable for the task, and went to the meeting without underwear. Before leaving, I even sprayed some Hermes Terre d'Or. Just like last time, we chatted while driving, stopped to talk, and eventually kissed and touched. When she reached into my shorts and realized I wasn't wearing underwear, I directly asked if it was convenient. She still didn't answer, just kept eating, which made me a little embarrassed. I kissed her breasts; in the darkness, I couldn't tell if they were pink or not, or what color her nipples were. I reached down to explore her lower body, which was already soaking wet. She straddled me as usual, and I didn't resist anymore, letting her sit on me. This was the only girl I'd slept with without a condom, besides my two previous girlfriends. For someone like me who always used condoms when working with escorts, the smooth and warm feeling was unparalleled. Mixed with the thrill of cheating, she started to move on top of me, making short, urgent moans. I thought this girl's moans were relatively normal, not too wanton, probably not over-exploited by British dicks in England. But when we changed positions to rear-entry, I felt myself penetrating her quite deeply. My erection and length were also at a standard level. I felt her vagina contract and expand, becoming even wetter, and she actually screamed loudly. "Daddy, Daddy, fuck me!" It was the first time I'd heard that, and I unconsciously got even harder and worked even harder, unleashing a torrent of penetration into her ass from the back seat. She went from saying just one sentence to the last few words, "Daddy, Daddy," which gradually became indistinct. After about ten more minutes in the back, her body grew heavy, and I felt it getting harder to hold her waist. She tactically pulled away from my penis, lay down on the back seat, and mumbled, "I can't take it anymore, Daddy, I can't take it anymore." I felt a surge of pride; I'd fucked this girl until she surrendered. I don't know if it was because I always fuck her hard or if she hadn't done it in a long time, but as I hesitated, clutching my penis, she knelt up again and started sucking it. This time, the position was... Yes, although her tongue wasn't positioned correctly, she was quite enthusiastic. The vacuum sensation and the warmth of her small mouth rekindled my feeling. After about five minutes, I felt it again. I grabbed the back of her head and unconsciously pressed it against my penis. With a final burst of force, I ejaculated. I felt the semen spray into her throat, shuddering about ten times, before pulling it all out of her mouth. Just as I was about to ask her where the toilet paper was, intending to have her spit it out to cover it and then throw it away, I heard a gurgling sound in the darkness. This woman had actually swallowed it whole! I was shocked. She was the first and only woman to have ever swallowed my semen. My ex and current wife always complained about the strong fishy smell, and I used to have to wipe it off immediately if it got on her stomach and back. But this woman just swallowed it without any problem. Finally, we got dressed and cuddled in the front row for a while before heading back.

After that, we became more open in our private conversations. I would often ask her at work if she wanted me to fuck her in the printing room or in the office at lunchtime. She would say yes, "You little slut, you're so wet. When are you going to fuck me again, Daddy?" We had sex in the car several times, and she always swallowed me. Once, we met up, but she was on her period, so we just had oral sex. Later, I felt she was getting too involved, and I was afraid something bad might happen, so I deliberately distanced myself from her. This woman is still with our company, and we still see each other every day and sometimes have contact at work. But nobody knows how we interacted in private. The last time we were together was in the latter half of last year when the pandemic was severe. The company required all local employees to live with us and not go home. Around 11 PM, she asked me to come to her room to chat. I went barefoot. We didn't talk much; it was dark, and I didn't dare speak loudly for fear my colleagues would hear. But after only a few words, we had sex without a condom. I ejaculated inside her hand. After that, we never met up privately again. She knew my concerns and didn't bother me. I plan to meet her again before returning to China. One more time in the car to relive the experience, otherwise it would be a shame if I didn't come back. I won't have such a young girl to have sex with without a condom anymore; it'll leave us with some memories.

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