[Spending the night in an internet cafe]

Last Thursday, I had some time off and, finding myself with nowhere else to go in the sweltering heat, I decided to go to an internet cafe for an all-nighter. The

cafe was quite nice, with nearly 150 computers in the lobby and about 6 or 7 private booths. Each booth had 6 LCD

computers, boarded up, and had frosted glass sliding doors.

Since it was Thursday night, there weren't many people. With two hours to go before the all-nighter started, I paid

and went to find a seat. Several booths had 2 or 3 people playing games together, so I

preferred a quieter place and found an empty booth. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Less than half an hour later,

the door suddenly opened.

Reluctantly glancing at the door, I immediately changed my mind. A young woman entered,

around 23 or 24 years old, about 1.62 meters tall, wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt and a white skirt, her hair in

a ponytail. She had a small face with large eyes, but what was most striking were her well-developed, perky breasts.

My overall impression was that she was a girl with a great figure, not exceptionally beautiful, but definitely with a pure and lovely temperament.

Now I had no interest in playing games anymore. I figured she was probably staying up all night, and if I could

get to know maybe things could develop. Just as I was making these plans, I suddenly sensed she was a little uncomfortable.

I realized it was because I kept glancing at her, making her embarrassed, so I immediately pretended to look at the screen again.

At that moment, the girl suddenly started calling for the internet cafe manager. Her voice was soft and she seemed a little shy. Her Mandarin was very standard, so

I couldn't tell where she was from. She called for the manager a few times, but when she didn't hear me, she seemed embarrassed and stopped calling.

Seeing her hesitant look, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

She looked at me as if she'd found a savior. "I entered my card number, but I can't log in. Can you

help ?"

Of course, I was more than happy to help, so I immediately went to check. It turned out she hadn't entered her password. It seemed she

rarely came to internet cafes. To get to know her, I had to start a conversation. I took the opportunity to ask if this was her first time at this internet cafe.

She told me that at the internet cafes she used to go to, all she had to do was enter her card number, and that this place was more complicated, but luckily I was there to help.

I asked her what she played, and she said she only played QQ and watched movies (which I figured was true

; people who rarely go to internet cafes usually do those things). I wanted to ask if she stayed up all night alone, but then I thought it might make her wary,

so I gave up. I just chatted with her while playing games, and she opened QQ and started chatting with people.

Based on my years of experience in casual conversation, I managed to get a lot of information out of her. She was from Hunan and graduated from a junior

college with a degree in finance. Coincidentally, her relative owned several chain Hunan restaurants in Shanghai and needed an accountant. Seeing that her major was relevant

and she seemed honest, and since it's always best to have someone close to you in charge of money, they persuaded her to come to Shanghai. She told

me to call her Xiaotong, saying she really didn't want to come all this way, but she felt obligated to give face to her relative.

The more I listened, the more I thought she was really great. Her education gave her a different kind of charm, and she was exactly my type. It's just that she's

a bit introverted, so it might be a little difficult to win her over. Luckily, I always look like a gentleman, I

'm quite handsome, I speak politely, and I wear glasses, otherwise I would have scared her away long ago. Suddenly, she pulled out

her phone and made a call. The first sentence almost threw me into hell, but the second sentence pulled me back to heaven.

"Hey, why haven't you guys arrived yet?"

"What? You're not coming? Didn't we agree? I've already set it up for the whole

night . You guys have tomorrow off, so you don't have to work overtime. What am I supposed to do? I've already paid!"

I immediately asked her what was wrong. She said that she and two friends were both off tomorrow, so they agreed to work the whole night together

. She came first to reserve a spot, which explained why she was alone in this room. But now her company is rushing to finish some

orders tomorrow and is hiring people to work overtime, so they're not coming. Thank goodness! I was afraid she'd run away too, so I advised her that

since she'd already paid extra, she could

leave at dawn; Shanghai's security was so good, there wouldn't be any problems. After our long chat, she seemed less wary of me and said she'd leave the next morning.

Time flew by, and it was almost 11:30. I went to the restroom and bought some drinks and cookies—

double the usual amount, of course. When I returned to give them to her, she refused. I jokingly said I was afraid I'd drug her. She kept

saying no, no, and quickly accepted them; her expression was so cute.

After a while, she asked me why I was playing MP3s while chatting on QQ. She said her friend had taught her before, but she'd forgotten.

Another opportunity arose. I sat down next to her, reached across her computer to the other side to get the mouse and showed her how to use it, while

casually touching her hand. The first time I touched her hand, she flinched.

I deliberately pretended to be embarrassed and moved the mouse closer to me, also trying to bring my arm as close to the computer

screen , because her chest was now very close to my hand. This made her feel awkward, and she put her hand back in its original

position. I guess she thought I was helping her, and that her big movements would make me think she thought I was a pervert, because

she didn't react when I touched her hand again. I deliberately acted like a gentleman to lower her guard first

. I felt the time was right, so I bent my arm and touched her chest. She naturally stepped back

, but seeing me awkwardly move my hand towards the computer screen again, she immediately returned to her original position.

I took the opportunity to touch her chest a couple more times before finishing the rest of the steps. About half an hour later, she said her

friends had all logged off and asked me to open a movie for her (ugh, her friends always open movies for her). This time I didn't

sit down; I stood behind her to open it for her, casually peeking down at her chest through her t-shirt neckline. She was really

beautiful! A white bra accentuated her two fair and tender breasts, and the deep cleavage made me want to reach out and touch

them.

I turned on the movie for her and recommended a really funny American film with lots of passionate

scenes. I said I really wanted to watch it, but she said we only had one earphone and couldn't watch it together.

I said that was easy, so I moved the machine next to her, and we could watch the movie simultaneously with both machines

and . She said it was really fun, her face beaming. We watched it like that,

and then a scene of a man and a woman making love appeared on the screen. Although there was no nudity, the man's well-developed muscles combined with the woman's

lewd moans made me notice her blush. I suggested fast-forwarding, but she said it wasn't necessary, it wasn't a big deal. But her

flushed face told me what was going on. After that scene , she was too embarrassed to look at me.

Then came a really funny scene, and we both burst into laughter. She laughed so hard that she

suddenly bumped her head on my shoulder. She immediately apologized, and I looked into her eyes, deliberately remaining silent and frozen in place.

I stared at her for almost 30 seconds, then said, "You're so pretty." Haha, she was really charmed this time.

The blush that had just faded returned immediately, even redder than before. She quickly turned her face away and looked at the screen, refusing to talk to me.

I deliberately said smugly, "Someone's here, sorry," and continued watching the movie. She gave me a coquettish glare

and said, "You're annoying," then deliberately ignored me. Judging from her expression, I knew I had a chance. I planned to ask for her

phone number later and keep in touch. I also thought that she was probably still a virgin, and it would be amazing to get her into bed later.

After a while, she turned her head and said, "I'm going to the bathroom," then got up, opened the door, and left.

Ha, I'm not your boyfriend, why are you telling me where you're going? Now I was even more confident. Suddenly, I remembered

something. This internet cafe was on the 4th floor of an office building. The bathroom was

at least a turn, and another 5 or 6 meters to get to it. The corridor was very narrow and dark at night, making it look deep and

scary. She came back in less than a minute, sat down silently, and continued watching the movie. Judging from the situation, she

was definitely too scared to go to the restroom.

I gently asked her if she was afraid to go to the restroom, and she nodded slightly through gritted teeth. Of course, I

volunteered to go with her, but she said it wasn't a good idea. I had already gotten up and pulled her back, saying it was okay, and

I'd be happy to protect a beautiful woman. She reluctantly followed me to the restroom.

At the end of the corridor, the men's and women's restrooms were side-by-side on the left. There was a window on the gable wall, and the dim light from outside shone in softly

. I leaned against the window and waited for her to come out. After a while, she came out. I could tell she

had splashed some water on her face and head while washing her hands, and the light shining on her made her even more attractive than before.

I stared at her blankly (partly pretending), and she stood there motionless. We remained

frozen like that for about a minute. I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into my arms. She struggled for a moment, then stopped resisting

. I held her tightly, bringing my mouth close to her ear and whispering, "You're so beautiful." I couldn't help myself,

and then gently breathed on her earlobe.

I felt her previously drooping hands wrap around my waist. I began to gently kiss her ear, because

most women's earlobes are erogenous zones, and she was no exception; her hands were already around my back.

Seeing that the time was right, I slowly moved my lips from her forehead, eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally to her cherry-like lips

. Just as I was about to lean in, she blocked my way with her hand, saying, "Someone will see." I said, "What should we do then? Just

a light kiss

." She said, "No, let's go back." I had no choice but to put my arm around her waist and walk back. Halfway there, I

suddenly remembered that the floor below was empty, so I stopped her and said, "The floor below is rented by companies; there's no one there at night, and the security guards

are on the ground floor watching and won't come up. Why don't we go downstairs

?" She hesitated a little, and I immediately said, "No, I just couldn't resist kissing you. Let's go to the internet cafe."

I started walking and realized she was still standing there. Good heavens, she'd agreed. I immediately said softly

, "Let's go downstairs." She nodded, and I took her hand and led her to the stairs. Since we'd paid for the overnight stay upfront

, the internet cafe manager didn't say anything when we went down, assuming we were just having a midnight snack.

We arrived at the third-floor restroom, and sure enough, it was empty. I pulled her into the women's restroom, and she followed me

obediently . I turned on the light, found the innermost stall, went in, and closed the door. She probably sensed

that what was about to happen wasn't just a kiss, and said, "Just a kiss, okay? Don't do anything bad."

I didn't care what she said; my lips were already on hers. I kissed her lips first, my tongue skillfully tracing patterns on her upper

and lower lips . After a while, I moved my tongue into her mouth, and she welcomed it with her soft tongue. We kissed

for a good two or three minutes. My hands started to wander. The hands that had been tightly holding her began to

stroke her back with feigned excitement. Her hands tightened their embrace, and I moved towards her chest, touching her right

breast. She trembled, and I immediately kissed her more passionately. Once her body softened, my

hands began to circle her breast, occasionally giving it a light squeeze, while our lips remained closed. Her breathing

became rapid.

My hands moved down to her waist, then slipped inside her clothes, inching upwards

until I was almost touching her bra. I grew increasingly excited when suddenly she grabbed my hand.

How could squeezed her breasts upwards, cupping them in my hands and gently kneading them. After a while

, her grip loosened. Then, with my left hand, I reached behind her and unhooked two of her bra clasps before she could even react.

With my right hand, I pushed up her bra and grasped her right breast. She

went limp as if electrocuted. I started teasing her nipple with my fingers; it was already hard. My

left hand quickly grabbed her left breast and began teasing her with both hands.

Her mouth left mine, her head tilted back, and she let out a soft, panting breath. Seeing that it was about time, I pulled off her t-shirt and

bra , leaving her upper body completely naked in front of me. When she realized her clothes were off, she immediately

covered her breasts shyly, saying, "Don't look, don't look!" This only fueled my desire. I pushed

her hands away and greedily gazed at her still firm breasts—so beautiful! They were

almost too big to hold in one hand, the nipples red with a slight darkening, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white breasts.

I couldn't wait to suckle them.

She started moaning, softly but excitingly. Just as I gently licked

her nipples with my tongue and lightly brushed them with my teeth, she grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it against her chest. I was stunned;

she was already this excited after only a few touches! I picked her up and placed her on the toilet. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back, motionless

against the wall. It seemed I could achieve my goal tonight. I knelt beside her, continuing

to tease her breasts with my mouth, while my right hand slipped under her skirt. I encountered only slight resistance before reaching her

lace panties.

I could feel how wet she was through her panties. I used my middle finger to gently squeeze her clitoris through her panties

, and she trembled. Her hands gripped my right arm tightly but didn't push me away

. I slowly slipped my hand inside her panties; they were incredibly voluptuous.

After massaging her inside for a while, she entered a dazed state. I started to take off her panties, and she

even slightly raised her hips to help me remove them. Oh my god, no wonder people say that the more introverted a girl is, the more promiscuous she is!

I easily took off her panties, and couldn't wait to lift her skirt to see her tender vulva. There wasn't much hair, especially

on her labia, which were quite sparse. There was a little melanin pigmentation on the labia.

I parted her labia with my fingers, revealing a tender pink patch—it was breathtaking!

She tried to cover her vulva with her small hands, saying, "Brother, no, no!" But I just gently pulled her

hands aside, and she moved away. I immediately put my mouth to her vulva and started licking it. Her white clitoris

was already beckoning my tongue. I started licking her clitoris incessantly, and her moans grew louder, and

she started to convulse.

Sigh! It's not good if a girl is too easily aroused. I wanted to tease her a little longer, but what if she had an orgasm

and then stopped? My little brother would definitely complain. Oh well, I quickly unzipped my pants, releasing my

already hard penis, and then quickly moved it to the entrance of her vulva, rubbing it up and down to let them get used to

each other. The girl suddenly grabbed my penis and pulled it towards her vagina.

Look how anxious she is! I was just lubricating first, it's not like I couldn't find the entrance. Because I was worried she was a virgin, I

pushed my penis in very slowly, and she was indeed very tight. When the head of my penis went in, she cried out that it hurt, so I

stopped , moved back and forth a few times, and saw her close

her eyes and moan again before continuing. Finally, it was fully inside, and I started thrusting. At first, it was very slow, and she frowned with every thrust, but her vagina became increasingly lubricated.

After dozens of thrusts, she started only moaning, so I started to speed up. That's when I felt what true

pleasure was. My penis was tightly wrapped by her, and every thrust made me want to scream with pleasure.

After nearly 30 minutes of thrusting, we changed positions twice: I sat on the toilet and she was on top,

then we switched to doggy style. She had already orgasmed the first time we changed positions. Just as I felt I was about to ejaculate and was about to pull

out, she convulsed again. This convulsion caused my penis to rub against her, and before I could pull out,

I ejaculated all over her tender vagina. Damn it, I didn't bring a condom today, and now I've ejaculated inside her again.

I held Xiaotong in my arms and rested for over fifteen minutes before she finally spoke her first words, telling me to treat her well in the future.

At times like this, I could only agree readily. Then she suddenly asked if I would be angry that she wasn't a virgin. That's when I

realized there was indeed no blood on my penis. Xiaotong told me that when she graduated from school, her ex-boyfriend couldn't resist having sex with her

once . Because they were inexperienced and saw the bleeding, plus Xiaotong kept screaming in pain, the guy was scared and didn't dare to continue.

After graduation, they separated and broke up after a few months. Damn it, if I had known, I would have kept it for

myself!

After getting dressed and returning to the internet cafe, I didn't make her wear underwear, saying it was because she was in pain and I was massaging her genitals, but actually I was

just some more lubricant. We closed the door and had her sit in a chair with her legs on mine. I gently squeezed

her genitals with my palms, and after a while, she forgot all the pain, closed her eyes, and started moaning softly. If I hadn't seen that her genitals couldn't

withstand a second time, I would have dragged her downstairs and done it to her again.

Because we spent quite a bit of time downstairs, it was already dawn before long, and I offered to take her home to sleep.

Since she was staying at a relative's house, I couldn't go, so I took a taxi to drop her off and then

went repeatedly tell me to call her as soon as I woke up at noon, I felt really despicable.

The number I gave her was fake (because I'm afraid of having my phone stolen if I stay up all night, I never bring my phone or wallet,

only a little cash), the address and name were all fake, and I didn't think I would ever come to that internet cafe again. I think

most guys would understand me; a pure girl like that, after being with her once, would definitely want you to take responsibility for her,

especially since it was internal ejaculation—what if she got pregnant, and I might have to marry her? That was that unforgettable all-nighter.

[The End]

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