The newlywed policewoman

It was the summer of 2004. I was traveling from Shantou to Shenzhen in a friend's Mercedes. Just as I entered the highway tollbooth, I was stopped by two male police officers. I hadn't broken any rules, had I? Puzzled, I rolled down the window. One of the officers smiled and said, "Sir, could you give me a ride?" Oh, I wanted a ride. I asked, "Where to?" "Shenzhen." I readily agreed, thinking: I'm driving alone for four hours anyway, so having a companion would be good. The officer thanked me profusely and waved, and a policewoman emerged from the air-conditioned tollbooth. Ah, a beautiful woman! So pretty. Over 160cm tall, slender, oval-faced, with large, bright eyes and fair skin. Despite the sweltering summer heat, she was neatly dressed in her police uniform. She sat gracefully in the passenger seat, smiled sweetly at me, and said, "Thank you." "You're welcome." With these greetings, I drove onto the highway to Shenzhen. Through our conversation, I learned that she had just graduated from the Police University a year ago and was interning in Shenzhen. The two male police officers were her classmates, and she was there for their wedding. Her boyfriend's father was a leader in the provincial department, and it was through this connection that she was able to come to Shenzhen.
It started raining along the way, and the rain got heavier and heavier. Because we weren't familiar with each other, we talked less and less. After passing Shanwei, we encountered a traffic jam, probably due to an accident ahead. The car moved very slowly. Bored, she took out a Sony laptop. I glanced at it; it had a wireless network card. She smiled at me: "Bored, I'm going to browse the internet." Her smile was charming and alluring, and combined with her police uniform, it couldn't help but make my imagination run wild. I continued to slowly follow the car in front of me. She, however, was engrossed in the computer, typing away. "It has hormones, I don't drink that," she pouted. "Sorry, that's all I brought. But, a little bit is good for your health," I said with a sly smile. As we chatted, the topic turned to men and women. She seemed quite envious of many passionate stories, yet bound by traditional values. I asked her, "If the opportunity arose, would you try it?" She seemed to blush immediately; I couldn't see it clearly, but I could sense it. "No, well, it depends on the person. At least there has to be a connection. What about you?" I didn't react immediately: "Me? I've longed for it for a long time. But I just haven't met the right person. These things are something you can't force." She drawled, "You, really? A handsome, rich man like you would remain celibate? I don't believe it." I laughed: "No, I'm no longer a virgin. I've just seen too much of the world of romance. Better to taste one good peach than a basket of rotten apricots." She sighed, "You're right..." Before I knew it, the road ahead had become smooth. Just as I was about to speed up, I realized it was pouring rain. The wipers were useless; the road was flooded, and I couldn't see anything ahead. She seemed a little nervous: "Let's find a place to stop. I saw a sign earlier, there seems to be a rest stop up ahead." I didn't dare drive any further, so I got off at the rest stop a short distance away. I parked the car in a less flooded area. I wanted to get out, but the rain was just too heavy. There weren't many cars around. Reassured, we sat quietly. She was on her cell phone calling her boyfriend, saying that it might be very late when we got back. After a while, she said she was a little hungry. I searched everywhere but couldn't find anything to eat. So I drove to a store, rushed out, and bought one of everything I thought girls would like to eat, a whole bagful. Even though it was nearby, when I rushed back to the car, my upper body was soaked, and my shoes were full of water.
She hurriedly took out tissues to wipe the water off my face and body. "Your clothes are soaked, don't wear them, take them off." She said apologetically, "It's all my fault, I made you a drowned rat." I comforted her: "We're both frequent travelers, no need to be so polite. I'm hungry too." I took off my shoes and socks, and drove barefoot to a repair shop on a raised platform with its gate closed. It was raining heavily outside, and we began dinner shirtless to the strains of soft music.
The rain was still pouring. The distance between us seemed to shrink considerably. She became more talkative, telling me about her childhood, about her time at the police academy… I looked at her, gazing at her for a long time. An impulse gradually rose within me. I couldn't resist the urge to embrace her, to kiss her lovely cherry lips. My heart pounded wildly; I could hear it myself. I made an excuse: “You look so weak, how could you be a policeman? How was your training at the police academy? Come on, let’s arm wrestle.” She generously extended her right hand onto the center armrest, and I gently grasped her delicate hand. Smooth skin, long, slender fingers. Of course, she was no match for me. After the arm wrestling, she withdrew her right hand. I seized the opportunity to grasp her left hand; her hand hesitated, but didn't pull back. I seized the chance to lightly trace the back of her hand with my fingernail. She kept her head down, silent. Her palms were sweaty.
"Your hands are sweaty," I said. "I get nervous when others touch me," she said softly. Seeing her incredibly shy expression, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. She kept her mouth tightly shut, struggling, "No, don't do this, it's not good." I held her tightly and slowly reclined her chair, pressing my entire body against hers. I kissed her earlobe and her neck repeatedly. She pushed me away forcefully with both hands. I pressed her hands behind her back and held her tightly. I breathed heavily and kissed her lips again, this time not tightly closed. They were half-open, exhaling fragrant breath. I gently extended my tongue to her soft lips, lightly sweeping it back and forth between her upper and lower lips, tracing her teeth. She stopped struggling, and her hands were already on my shoulders. Her tongue began to actively enter my mouth, and I suddenly opened my mouth wide, completely engulfing her fragrant mouth. I moved my tongue in and out of her mouth, swirling it around. Her petite body writhed as I thrust down. I seized the opportunity to unbutton her police uniform. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, preventing me from unbuttoning it. I didn't force her, but instead used my left hand to knead her breasts through the uniform. Her breasts weren't large; I could just hold them in one hand. I slowly kneaded and rubbed them. Below, I used my right leg to spread her legs apart, pressing my thigh against her crotch, rubbing up and down. I kissed her from above, kneaded her in the middle, and rubbed her from below. Gradually, she began to moan softly, raising her hips higher and trying to push against my leg.
I unbuttoned her uniform again, and this time she didn't resist. I unbuttoned it easily, and whispered in her ear, "Take it off." Perhaps there was something hard pressing against her chest, making us both uncomfortable, she hesitated for a moment, but still took it off. I took the opportunity to remove her bra. In the darkness, her entire chest was exposed before me, firm and white like small snow-capped mountains, her nipples standing proudly like mountain peaks. I pounced on her, passionately kissing the two mounds that were now mine. Her moans grew louder, and she held my head tightly in her arms. Her long hair, which had been tied up, had come loose. I took her breast into my mouth, sucking deeply and then exhaling. She kept lifting her head to kiss my shoulder. I moved down her chest, kissing her soft abdomen. Her skin was as smooth as silk. I kissed her navel, and she held my head, breathing heavily, her chest heaving. I poured the Red Bull next to me onto her navel, sipping it slowly, and I could feel her whole body trembling.
I freed my right hand to unbuckle her belt, but she gripped it tightly, pleading softly, "Please spare me, please spare me." At that moment, it was like a battle cry. I wasn't about to stop. Finally, unable to resist my will, she released her grip. I unbuckled her belt and pulled down her underwear along with it, and she willingly lifted her hips to cooperate. At that moment, she was completely naked before me. I instantly removed both my underwear and my pants. In that instant, we embraced tightly. She excitedly said to me, "You rascal, you've really gotten me into trouble this time." I reached for her vulva, which was already overflowing with moisture. I kissed her tenderly while gently rubbing her clitoris back and forth with my middle finger. Her little thing was erect and throbbing. As my pace quickened, her cries grew louder. Suddenly, her body arched back, stiffening, and she cried out loudly, "Ah, ahh, ahhhhh..." The entire leather seat was soaked with her fluids. She had climaxed. Suddenly, she collapsed. She closed her eyes, motionless. I lifted her legs and pressed my pent-up erection against her. After several attempts, I couldn't get in. She murmured, "I can't take it anymore, stop." Even so, she guided my penis into her vagina. Despite her recent orgasm, it was still very tight inside. I was enveloped tightly, warmly surrounded. At that moment, I felt like I was on a cloud. I didn't thrust immediately. I lay on top of her, trying to support my weight with my elbows, afraid of making her uncomfortable. She wrapped her arms around me again, one foot against the window, the other on the gas pedal. I took a deep breath and inserted my penis fully into her vagina, remaining still. Then, using my muscles, I gently throbbed my penis inside her. With each throb, she cried out. Later, she slowly contracted her vaginal muscles. We cooperated like this, fully enjoying each other's pleasure and genuine giving, at least in that moment.
She bit my ear: "I love it when you do this to me, I'll never forget it." I said, "Baby, the best is yet to come." After saying that, I pulled my penis out a little and gently rubbed it up and down, left and right, back and forth at her vaginal opening. After a few dozen strokes, her breathing became rapid again: "I want it, I want it, I want you." I teased her deliberately: "What do you want, my baby?" At first she didn't answer, so I continued to thrust into her. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" She was already completely lost in passion: "I want you inside." "Inside for what?" "Ah, ah ah," she struggled to spread her legs, "I want you to penetrate me." I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust all the way in. She screamed "Ah!" as I thrust rapidly, her screams growing faster and faster, just as I was about to reach my climax. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" she screamed wildly, the sound of rain hitting the car mingling with her blissful cries like a passionate symphony. At that moment, I used the last bit of strength in my body to paddle out one last time and finally surged to the crest of the wave.

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