[Encounter] (Intimate object)

I saw her the moment I entered the tavern. No! Actually, my eyes were immediately

drawn to .

On such a cold night in a foreign land, the tavern was nearly empty. The rest were either slightly drunkards

, idle young men, or travelers like myself who had just arrived.

It was quite unusual to see such a beautiful woman sitting alone at the bar drinking at this time.

What caught my attention wasn't just that she was the only beautiful woman in the bar, but also

the only woman; I imagined she was a prostitute, and I was surprised that no one had made a move on her yet.

I went to the bar, ordered a beer, and secretly admired her. But I realized it was pointless;

probably every man in the bar was watching her up and down. She sat quietly on a

high stool at the bar, sipping a deep red drink; it looked quite pleasing to the eye against her sapphire blue strapless dress

. I didn't know what the dress was made of; it looked like velvet. But the important thing was

that the dress fit her perfectly, clinging tightly to her body and revealing her beautiful figure in its entirety.

Especially her skirt, which barely covered anything, revealed a large portion of her lovely, white buttocks

, enticing us. Her pink legs were crossed in a beautiful pose. She wasn't wearing stockings that day, but her natural skin tone was even more

alluring. Her hips and waist formed a perfect curve. Her top only covered half of her breasts; I guessed

she was between a B and a C cup, the shadow of her cleavage faintly visible. As she leaned slightly forward, I wished I

were standing where the bartender was. Her smooth shoulders, smooth back, smooth neck—I wanted to take a bite.

Her long, shiny black hair was slightly curled, cascading over her shoulders. I realized we were the only Asians in the bar;

if I had enough money, maybe I would have a chance.

"Hey! Did you see that slut over there?! Whew! I really want to go for it!"

"Is she waiting for someone?"

"Maybe she's waiting for her boyfriend!"

"Hey! Judging by what she's dressed, I bet she's a prostitute! Or maybe a sex-starved

slut ! Want to give it a try?"

"Let's find a way to get her!"

"Go ask her!"

"Wait a minute..."

Whispers continued behind me, all about the same thing: her.

Just as those guys were whispering, she seemed to notice the strange atmosphere in the bar,

a blush spreading across her face. Wow! She was so beautiful! Under the dim lights, the soft music accentuated her, making her incredibly

sexy! She emptied her glass, slowly turned around, and glanced at each of us. Her

eyes smiled gently, a very captivating look. Her makeup was light, her lips a moist, rosy red,

my favorite shade.

Finally, one of the guys couldn't resist any longer. He leaned forward and asked, "Hey chick! Can I buy you a drink?"

She smiled, swirled her empty glass, and said, "What do you think?"

Hearing her soft voice, the guy didn't hesitate to order her a drink. As he handed it to her, she

gently kissed his cheek and gave him a killer smile, then tilted her head back and downed the drink in one gulp,

revealing the smooth skin of her chin and neck. Damn! Even the way she drank was like she was seducing us. I

cursed , wishing I had acted first. But the opportunity came again. She looked at us again, and we all

involuntarily moved closer to her. "You guys want to buy me a drink too?"

Of course! I exclaimed inwardly! A few guys with ulterior motives (including me) each ordered her a glass of the local

specialty—a strong red liquor. What was their purpose?! ...

She looked at us, as if she could see right through us: "I know what you're thinking! I'm married!"

"Ha! Other people's wives are more exciting to sleep with!" a burly man said crudely, eliciting a burst of lewd laughter.

"Go to hell, husband!"

she seemed to have let loose too, giggling. "My price is high!" This caused an even bigger

burst of wicked laughter, mine joining in.

She emptied her glass without hesitation, though it looked rather forced. After only a few glasses, the reddish hue of the wine

spread across her face, as if blurring her vision. We swallowed hard; anyone

could see she was getting drunk.

She slid off the bar stool and swayed to the center of the dance floor, her slender waist; truly a slender waist, indescribably alluring as

she moved . Whether it was the alcohol taking effect or the urge to dance, she

began to sway slowly to the music, dancing alone on the dance floor. To be honest, her dancing wasn't very good, but who

cares ? It was only then that I realized how captivating the combination of the royal blue dress and white ankle boots was. But more importantly, the dress, which was so short,

now seemed incredibly long. We all held our breath, admiring the scene and waiting for something to happen.

She was probably the only one unaware of the local bar's reputation for sultry red!

Finally, it happened. Even though her face was already redder than a bright red rose, I could still feel the flush

rising across her cheeks. Her voice rang out.

"Anyone want to...dance tonight...?"

A guy stepped forward, taking her hands and starting to dance. No, no! I don't even know if I should

call it dancing. He roughly embraced her, his steps never faltering, his hands constantly

roaming over her exposed areas, his gaze lingering on her white breasts. But seeing that she didn't seem to mind, subtly teasing him and

us, we also stepped forward, surrounding them, waiting for our chance.

Her steps slowed, and the two gradually swirled towards the other end of the bar. She suddenly pressed him against the bar,

her left thigh rubbing against his right leg. Everyone could see the bulge between that guy's legs! But

what? Everyone here was like that. The focus was on her beautiful buttocks with her back to us;

when she lifted her legs, the sight of her white lace panties tightly pressed between her legs was revealed, and I was practically drooling

.

What happened next really surprised me: she unzipped that guy's pants. His thing sprang

out, standing erect like a snake. She gently stroked it with one hand! He was ecstatic! Damn! The words

"blood surging are simply not enough to describe my state. Looking at that guy's blissful expression, I was really tempted.

She suddenly glanced at me (though everyone thought she was looking at him), and that seductive look was fucking

horny . We practically shoved forward. But she pushed the guy towards us, forcing us to stop.

The young man was knocked to the ground, but I think he probably wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon.

We stood there swallowing hard, while she leaned seductively against the bar, gesturing for us to wait.

"Hey girl! Hurry up and take it off!" the urging voices rose and fell.

Her movements were so slow it was agonizing. She turned her back to us, her body swaying. One

hand slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress (we swallowed again). As she opened her mouth,

the straps of her white lace bra appeared.

She stopped pulling the zipper, and with her hands behind her back, she unhooked the straps. Turning back, she pulled the cute

bra , twirled it, and flung it at us. Her zipper didn't go back up, and

the way she flung the bra almost made her ample breasts pop out. Two peaches were half-revealed. Gosh! I'm going crazy.

She puffed out her chest, half-concealing, half-showing, and gave a seductive smile: "Prize time!...Guess my measurements...!

Tonight there's...a...free...prize...!"

Everyone understood what she meant. Instantly, the pub was filled with a cacophony of noise. Everyone, even

the bartender , started piecing together numbers. Only I, unusually, silently watched her

shake her head slightly at each guess.

Eight or nine answers, Miss, a look of disappointment on her face, that mournful expression even more arousing. "

Perhaps you need more hints!" She slowly bent over, her alluring cleavage emerging, the perfect bell-shaped mounds and

nipples clearly visible. The hints didn't stop there; her hand went behind her back again, seemingly lifting the hem of her skirt

slightly. (The bartender must have been very thirsty; he couldn't resist running out from behind the bar to stand

with !)

As her hand slid down, her pure white lace panties came off her. But throughout, her hands always subtly

concealed that alluring area. After resuming her reclining position, she was almost completely naked; I doubted how much, or for how long, that dress

could cover her. She flung her discarded panties at us like a rubber band,

hitting me squarely on the forehead. A flash of inspiration struck me.

"34-22-34!" I shouted the numbers. I was surprised; no one had guessed.

A longing gleamed in her eyes. "Looks like the champion is here!"

I strode forward, scooped her up, and almost ripped off her dress—her body was so soft. Amidst the envious glances

of everyone , I walked out of the pub as the victor, placed her in the car, and drove straight to the small

hotel where we'd be staying.

She seemed unable to wait any longer; taking advantage of my inability to resist while I was driving, her hands moved towards my penis.

Unzipping it, her slightly parted lips pressed against mine. I could only let her do as she pleased. This slut…!

She gently swirled her tongue around my glans, licking my sensitive spot. The wet, slippery sensation forced me

to slow down . Her tongue roamed back and forth on my penis, enticing it to ooze drops of glistening fluid. She licked it away,

then used her tongue and mouth to lubricate my erection again, stroking it back and forth. So...so good! I didn't care about

being seen, I pulled the car over to the side, focusing on enjoying her service.

Her movements quickened, and my emotions rose higher and higher...high...and high

...just as I was about to ejaculate. She stopped! This teasing was too intense. Like a madman, I reclined

the seat, pushed her down, and pressed myself against her. I forcefully pulled off her dress, wildly and roughly sucking on her breasts.

"Mmm..." she moaned lasciviously, her half-closed eyes hazy, the blush on her cheeks deepening

. She grabbed one of my hands, exploring her secret place. My middle finger slowly climbed up the cleft, touching

her already overflowing honeyed fluid, sliding back and forth between the folds.

I paused briefly at the small protrusion at the top of the cleft, then began drawing tiny circles. She seemed unable to bear

the stimulation, reaching out to stop me. How could I let her succeed? My fingers quickened, and with my other hand, I

pressed her hands behind her head, preventing her from interfering.

She couldn't help but tilt her head back, and my lips pressed tightly against her pink neck, sucking on her until I reached her ear. I

gently bit her earlobe. My fingers then moved down from the top of the cleft, searching for the source of her nectar.

I couldn't believe her contractions had begun like this; my middle finger touched her

labia . My lips kissed hers, our tongues intertwining, pretending to soothe her emotions. My middle finger suddenly thrust forward,

being taken in so deeply, causing her to contract even more violently.

But I couldn't let this slut go; I hadn't expected her vagina to be so tight. I tried to insert my index finger as well.

She began to suck on my tongue forcefully, and then, with two fingers, I forcefully spread open her vaginal opening.

Her body stiffened, instantly arching into a semi-circle, and she couldn't help but cry out. "Ah...

ahhh ...!" She contracted and contracted again, she was almost at her limit.

"Let...let...come in...quickly..." She clung to me tightly, panting heavily. Her legs

kept urging and rubbing against me. "I...I want...I want..."

I couldn't let her get away with it so easily, I whispered a command for her to beg, using the most lewd words she could think of.

She bit her lip and shook her head, but her body gripped me even tighter. Her whole body trembled slightly, and finally she gave up

her restraint. "No...I can't take it anymore...please...please...put...your...your penis into my

...my..." She gritted her teeth: "My little hole...! Quickly put...put...in...ahhh...

um...umm..."

I thrust my hips, and my long-erect penis slid into her warm, wet tunnel along her juices. She contracted violently,

almost making me unable to take it anymore. Clenched tightly by the warm, soft flesh walls around me, I thrust back and forth with all my might, and her

whole body trembled uncontrollably. So...so tight...

"Mmm...ah...ah...mmm...yaah..."

She came first, trembling violently, her vagina forcefully engulfing me. A surge of pleasure rushed over me, forcing me

to surrender , and I ejaculated. With spasms, I released my last bit of energy into her body. Today it came

so quickly, we were both panting.

We embraced, savoring the afterglow of our climax. Until the next morning.

"Pei!" she whispered in my ear, calling my nickname. "I love this role-playing

honeymoon ! Playing a prostitute is so exciting! So much fun! How did I do?"

Yeah! Pretend to be strangers! That was my idea! But I have to admit I felt a little jealous when she

flirted . However, my desire overshadowed it.

Still immersed in her moans from last night, I gave her a light kiss. She leaned against me, nuzzling her head against my chest

, and coaxed me in her soft voice, "What should we pretend to be today?"

Yeah! What should we pretend to be today...?

I started the car and continued our sexy honeymoon.

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