【Hot City Romance】(01) 【Author: Flying Paper Crane】

Author: Flying Paper Crane
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********** 　　... Beneath her t-shirt lay a deep, white 　　cleavage. The girl's figure wasn't particularly good, at least not to my standards. Everyone has expectations of the opposite sex. 　　My ideal woman was traditional, virtuous, gentle, and poised. Of course, her figure couldn't be too bad either; 　　everyone cares about that in bed, and I'm no exception. 　　Aside from personality, my dream woman was rather slender. This one clearly wasn't; her waist was a bit thick, making her 　　uncomfortable to hold. If she were thinner, making love with her would be more impactful. Yes, I like that kind of impact 　　. 　　"You're here?" 　　she greeted with a slight smile, a hint of shyness in her eyes. 　　I smiled shyly back. No need to pretend; outwardly, I was indeed rather shy. I glanced down at 　　the menu on the table: large bowls of ramen, small bowls of ramen, cold noodles, oil-dressed noodles… 　　It was an ordinary Lanzhou ramen restaurant, found all over the country, but this was the one I frequented 　　the most—so many that I could chat with this simple, pretty girl. 　　After looking around for a while, I still didn't know what to eat, so I looked up and said, "Anything is fine." 　　She couldn't help but chuckle, her Mandarin a bit stiff: "We don't have instant noodles like that." 　　I teased her, "Since you have instant noodles, you must have 'anything' noodles. Just make me a bowl, and I'll treat 　　you to dinner later." 　　"Nonsense," 　　she laughed, unsure what to do with her hands, fiddling with the collar of her t-shirt. Her breasts were squeezed and slightly deformed. She looked 　　only eighteen or nineteen, but her breasts were quite large, the t-shirt making them appear full and round. They must have 　　felt full and soft in my hands, tempting me to knead them repeatedly. 　　Northwestern girls have their advantages too; although their waists are a bit thick, it doesn't detract from their beauty. 　　I stared at her chest, lost in thought. She blushed, feeling uncomfortable being stared at, and tapped the table: "Stop fooling around, 　　just tell me what you want to eat." 　　"Ramen, please." 　　If I hadn't come to see her, I would never have come here. Lanzhou ramen always tastes the same. 　　I arrived around 3 PM, not during lunchtime, so the ramen shop was mostly empty. I finished my meal quietly by myself, and when I looked up 　　, I saw her sitting at a table on the back of the shop, playing on her phone, but her eyes were sizing me up. 　　I looked back at her, and she quickly looked down. She was a girl experiencing the stirrings of first love, craving attention, perhaps 　　even a hug and some affection. 　　I took out my wallet, pulled out a ten-yuan note, then put it back. I waved to her, "Can I scan the QR code?" 　　She hesitated for a moment before reacting, looking hesitant. The ramen shop wasn't up-to-date; there wasn't even a sign for QR codes 　　. I pointed to her phone, and she nodded, "Okay then." 　　I deliberately scanned only half of it, but after a while, there was no response. She seemed a little impatient and asked what was wrong. I took her 　　phone and smiled slightly, "Let's add each other on WeChat." 　　Sunlight shone on her unpierced earlobes, making them translucent and pink. She didn't say anything; silence meant 　　agreement. I added her on WeChat before leaving. As the scorching sun beat down on my head, I became certain of one thing: 　　sleeping with her would be easy. 　　Of course, compared to the speed of a one-night stand, our progress was much slower. 　　On the first day, I learned her name: Zhou Xiaoli. 　　On the third day, she went to the movies with me. 　　She said she had always wanted to see a 3D Max movie, but didn't want to go with her parents and was too embarrassed to go alone, so she ultimately 　　didn't go. Perhaps my appearance fulfilled her wish. 　　This wish came at a price. 　　On the seventh night, I reached second base in a park. 　　The feeling of touching her breasts through her cheap bra wasn't very pleasant; the bra was too hard. Even so, she couldn't help but groan a few times. The night 　　was deep, and I couldn't see her face, but through her thin t-shirt, I could feel her rapidly beating heart. 　　She liked this feeling. 　　My guess was right. When I lifted her t-shirt, she only offered a token resistance, then nestled 　　in my arms, letting me do as I pleased. Pulling aside her cheap bra was like peeling a fresh scallion; the extreme 　　softness and comforting warmth aroused my body. When my erection pressed against her lower abdomen, she 　　trembled slightly. 　　With a slight increase in pressure, she groaned, nestled against my neck, and gripped my shoulder blades tightly, almost 　　painfully. 　　A middle-aged man was walking by in the park, peering over suspiciously. On a whim, I rubbed her 　　slightly erect nipple and pinched it hard. She couldn't help but let out a soft, trembling moan, which sounded 　　abrupt in the quiet park. The man stopped. 　　She glanced at me, then quickly buried her face in my neck, scolding, "What are you doing?" 　　I laughed out loud. 　　As we walked out of the park, she was trying to fasten her bra under the dim streetlights. I grabbed her arm, preventing her from doing so, 　　almost angering her. 　　Even back at the ramen shop, she hadn't managed to fasten her bra. I wanted to see her angry, but she 　　was too mild-mannered; she only scolded me playfully for being a bad guy. 　　At the moment of parting, her eyes were fervent, as if hoping I would say something, like sweet nothings from a passionate couple. But 　　I said nothing. She was a little disappointed, forced a smile, and walked towards the shop's stairs. 　　She lives above the ramen shop; her whole family lives together, and they are all Hui people. I've met her mother before.

The noodle vendor, despite the hot weather, still wore a dark headscarf, perhaps indicating he was a traditional Muslim.
I didn't know much about him and couldn't speculate, but Zhou Xiaoli didn't wear a headscarf, and her attire
was completely different from the noodle vendor's—more modern, a kind of rustic modernity. She was enthusiastically embracing the rhythm of the big city
, her awkward and comical appearance like a girl on her first kiss, eager to stick her tongue into the other person's mouth, thinking it
would be a wet kiss, but it might not.
It could just be dry saliva.
I always passed the noodle shop on my way to work, seeing her every day, but I didn't go to see her every day. Sometimes,
I would look across half a street and see her standing quietly at the entrance, looking left and right, trying to find someone in the crowd. The
person she was looking for was me.
Just like she often asked on WeChat: "When do you get off work?"
I replied: "Sometimes early, sometimes late, maybe."
She was a little disappointed and didn't reply, probably waiting for my response. I was also waiting for hers; I knew
she couldn't resist. This girl was too naive. Less than five minutes later, she asked me, "Why haven't you been eating here lately? Are you busy
?"
I smiled and typed by the ramen shop door: "Look here."
She looked up, saw me standing at the door, and her eyes held a mixture of reproach and surprise.
It was another not-too-busy afternoon. This time, she wasn't alone in the noodle shop; her mother was eating sunflower seeds nearby. Seeing
her daughter so excited, she looked at me strangely and gave me a couple more glances.
I ordered the food and sent her mother away. Her reserved smile immediately turned warm as she walked
over, swaying her ample breasts. "So you finally decided to come?"
she said, her voice dripping with resentment. I patted her bottom, eliciting a startled cry. She quickly turned around, and seeing
no one at the kitchen window, she turned back, giving me a fierce glare. I sniffed my hand, teasing
her, "Smells good."
Not exactly fragrant, but certainly large and firm. If her waist were any thinner, her figure alone would be enough
to seduce many men. I felt a pang of regret; there are always trade-offs. If her figure were truly that alluring, she
should be breastfeeding her child in some village, not working in the south with her parents.
My patting didn't offend her; her face showed more shyness than anger. Perhaps this
unusual occasion gave her a secret thrill. A moment later, her mother, the devout Hui Muslim, brought in
a bowl of Xinjiang noodles. She pretended to tidy up the vinegar bottle on the table and then left.
The separation was only temporary. After dinner, she followed me out. I was the one who invited her out; she wasn't
bold enough to ask me out first.
"Where are we going?" she asked excitedly, like a bird released from its cage, her full breasts
brushing against my arm.
I thought for a moment, "Let's go to Shangxiajiu Pedestrian Street."
She probably rarely goes out; she didn't even know Shangxiajiu Pedestrian Street. But she could understand the word "pedestrian street"—we
wanted to go to a lively place.
Taking her there was just a coincidence. After the May Day holiday, I needed to change my clothes for the season; her clothes were rather unfashionable
. I wanted to buy her a few things to cheer her up.
When we stepped into the "Elena" store, she seemed surprised and asked, feigning ignorance, "What are we doing here?"
A woman's hypocrisy can be cute sometimes, and annoying sometimes. At this moment, I was a little annoyed. She didn't need
to pretend not to understand.
I suppressed my annoyance and smiled as I looked her over. She was wearing an old-fashioned white t-shirt,
the style of which was definitely outdated, and jeans with a rustic pattern. Perhaps this pattern had a special name, but I always thought
it was a rustic pattern.
It was time for her to break free from the mold.
I didn't answer her question, but pulled her inside. There are many clothing stores in Guangzhou, small workshops everywhere,
and plenty of knock-offs. This was one of them. The store was rather spacious, but the clothes were off-brand. They
might fool a layman, but not a true Guangzhou local.
I consider myself half a Guangzhou native, but Zhou Xiaoli had no connection to Guangzhou at all. Although her feet were here, she
felt out of place in this city. She hunched her shoulders as I entered.
The luxurious setting made her uncomfortable.
The saleswoman glanced at us, then fixed her gaze on me, smiling. I waved
her away, saying I'd look by myself, and pulled her along to look at the clothes.
She took my arm and said, "Let's go somewhere else to buy it, it's a bit expensive here."
"I brought you in, so of course I'll pay. What are you afraid of? Hurry up and pick one out, what do you like? How
about this one?" I picked up a loose silver-gray t-shirt.
There was a hint of emotion in her eyes, but she still shook her head: "Isn't your money money? Let's go."
In the end, she couldn't resist me. She refused to choose, so I picked out two items: a loose silver-gray t-shirt and a black
button-down denim mini-skirt. The skirt was also quite loose; she has a larger frame and isn't suited to tight clothes. I
tossed the clothes to her and told her to go to the fitting room.
A few minutes later, she came out hesitantly. The clothes fit her well, but her demeanor was terrible. It didn't matter, as long as she was passable
, because I wouldn't sleep with her a second time.
I chuckled, "Hey pretty lady, turn around and let me see."
She tugged at her button-down skirt, grinning foolishly at me, but refused to turn, probably afraid the skirt would ride up and expose her. Thinking of
lingerie, I snapped my fingers, telling her to wait there while I went to the back counter to pick out a suitable set.
When I came out carrying a set of peach-colored lingerie, she was about to pay, but the sales assistant hesitated
, preventing her from paying. This sales assistant was quite diligent; I strode over, grabbed her wallet, and handed her my credit card.
The sales assistant readily took it.
"So expensive, over eight hundred." She stuck out her little red tongue at me, and when she saw me hand her a set of peach-colored lingerie,
her face flushed red. Buying lingerie with a man was probably a first for her.
Leaving the Elena store, she looked completely refreshed, her steps much lighter. She was the first to walk out the door,
turning back to call me as she spun around, her short skirt swaying slightly. I was carrying a plastic bag with the Elena logo on it,
containing Zhou Xiaoli from half an hour ago. I threw Zhou Xiaoli into the trash can.
As I left Elena, I overheard a saleswoman say, "That guy changes girlfriends so often, a new one every month."
"Really? Do you know him?"
"No, he's been here several times, and each time he brings a different girl."
"So he's a jerk."
...
I stood at the door staring at the two saleswomen, who immediately shut up.
"Why aren't you leaving?"
Zhou Xiaoli pulled me over, and we went shopping on Shangjiu together. She leaned against me, one arm around my waist,
her breasts pressed against my body, trembling softly with each step. This time, I didn't feel any hardness; the bra fabric was very
nice.
She paid for my clothes, secretly giving the sales clerk over six hundred yuan. I asked the clerk for the money back, and
she chuckled, but Zhou Xiaoli stopped me.
She's a good girl; suddenly, I didn't want to sleep with her anymore.
As night fell, the neon lights of Shangxiajiu Pedestrian Street shimmered, making it seem like daytime. The alluring charm of Guangzhou at night was just beginning to emerge
, yet I felt a sudden loss of interest and an urge to head home. Passing the Home Inn, I glanced at it
. She followed my gaze. I stopped, and she stopped too, waiting for me to say something.
Her eyes were bright, burning with a fiery intensity. In the darkness, she occasionally pursed her lips, her luscious lips
like a flower yearning to be plucked. She was already captivated; I knew it. I didn't need to say anything.
Just pull her inside, and she would be mine. I could imagine the captivating sight of her body writhing. With just a little teasing
, she would twist into a snake under my fingers, a moaning little snake.
"I want to fuck you!" I said bluntly, hoping she would be angry and then refuse.
She didn't say anything, just pouted and glared at me, seemingly complaining that I was too blunt, but she didn't leave. Since that was the case
, I didn't waste any more words, and pulled her away from the hotel. She seemed a little surprised and asked if I was going back.
I dragged her into a public restroom and headed straight for the women's restroom. Shangjiu is a bustling area, and the restrooms were fairly clean.
A woman was touching up her makeup, and when she saw me come in, she screamed. Zhou Xiaoli tried to break free from my hand, but I held on tightly and
dragged her directly into the women's restroom. After closing the door, her breathing became heavy, and her expression told me that she knew
what I wanted to do there. I silenced her with a kiss.
The woman touching up her makeup was still shouting and cursing outside, the sound fading into the distance. I was lost in the fragrance
of Zhou Xiaoli's lips. She clumsily responded, and as our two fiery tongues intertwined, desire surged
to my head. I pulled her close, slamming her against the door. In the narrow, stuffy space, she
pressed against the thin plywood, while I squeezed her full breasts. I reached out and unhooked her bra, caressing her smooth back
before moving to her soft breasts. I kneaded and pushed her areolas in circles, each kneading making her breathing
heavier.
The most beautiful thing about her, besides her innocent and passionate eyes, was her full, soft breasts.
Her pink nipples hardened with each forceful knead. When I gently teased her nipples,
she began to wriggle, her arms wrapped around my neck, her upper body sometimes pressing against me, sometimes moving away, as if wandering, or perhaps
teasing me.
I grabbed the silver-gray t-shirt, pulling it up to the nape of her neck, trying to pull it off. She suddenly opened her eyes, fastened the shirt,
and said, "Don't get it dirty, just leave it like this."
I ripped the shirt off forcefully and threw it on the toilet seat, tossing her pink bra aside. She lightly punched me:
"I hate you, spending so much money on this, you…"
Her words trailed off as her thumb pressed against her mons pubis through her underwear. Her eyes glazed over, and she clung tightly to my neck,
pressing herself completely against me. Her full, soft breasts burned against my chest,
rotating back and forth against my chest with each press of my mons pubis.
I tried to unbutton her short skirt, but she absolutely refused.
I suspected she felt more attached to the clothes than to me. It didn't matter; I hadn't given anything in return. If I had
to say I had given anything, it was this outfit.
Aside from her clothes, she had given her body to me, letting me play with it as I pleased. I parted the corner of her panties, inserted my index finger into her tight
little hole, and she finally let out a soft moan. It was unobstructed; she clearly wasn't a virgin. That was
good, saving me the trouble of all that coyness.
I held her waist with one hand and played with her genitals with the other. Her face was flushed, probably because she'd never been
treated like this before, especially in a public restroom. The sounds of flushing
from the next stall could be heard, and I could hear the women chatting at the sink, while we were making love on the other side of the plywood. She was aroused by this secret stimulation; her vagina
surged rapidly, wetting my finger. With this wetness, she arched her back, involuntarily
bumping against me. It was very slippery down there. I released her, but she still clung to me, unusually tightly. She
longed for me to enter her body, and my penis longed to merge with her.
I lifted her fair thighs, pressed my penis against her vulva, moistened it with some of her bodily fluids, and was about to thrust in.
The weather was hot, and the bathroom was even hotter and stuffier. She leaned against the plywood, her cheeks damp with sweat, large
beads of sweat dripping from her chin onto her white breasts. The blush on her face extended all the way to her chest. I thrust slightly
, penetrating a little. She let out a soft moan, wrapped her arms around my neck, and buried her face in my hands, moving her hips as if hoping I would
enter her quickly. I pulled my penis out and teased her mons pubis. She had been supporting herself on one leg, her body trembling slightly
; if I hadn't been there, she would have surely sat down on the floor.
After a long, seductive moan, she bit me, complaining that I hadn't given her what she wanted.
The complaint instantly turned into a shrill scream, a trembling scream. I pressed down on her buttocks, thrusting deep into her tight
, wet vagina. Her vagina breathed, releasing and tightening, releasing and tightening again, until it was so tight it almost burst my penis
. Her whole body trembled; her arms, which had been wrapped around my neck, were now wrapped tightly around it.
The intense pleasure made me want to ejaculate. Calming down slightly, I slowly withdrew a little, then thrust again,
this time even harder than before. My penis plunged all the way in, with a loud thud as her large buttocks hit
the plywood. She could no longer suppress her cries and screamed.
Someone next door cursed, "Have you no shame? Doing this here!"
Zhou Xiaoli pouted and glared at me, "Be gentle."
I thrust into her, and she screamed in surprise, angrily pounding my back. In the end, she couldn't do anything to me and could only
endure it. Her vagina was wet and tight, truly a secret place of ultimate pleasure. I went in and out, then in again, then
out again, in and out, endlessly...
Halfway through, her sweat had soaked my t-shirt. I took off my t-shirt, and our two naked
upper bodies embraced tightly. The sweat acted as a lubricant for her breasts, making her firm and full breasts even softer and more
fragrant.
I kept thrusting, and she kept being thrust into, tirelessly. Actually, it was exhausting for us. She
was more comfortable leaning against the plywood. For some reason, she always held me so tightly that I had to use extra effort to hold
her. Later, I simply hoisted her legs onto my elbows and began a frenzied, pounding motionless against her vulva. Juice splattered everywhere, and her
suppressed moans were exhilarating. Suddenly, I heard her let out a long, sheep-like "ah,"
and she trembled uncontrollably against my shoulder, her vulva tightening violently, her waist heaving.
She had orgasmed.
I stopped, waiting for the climax to subside, then laid her down. She was completely limp, her
eyes still closed, her long, dark eyelashes fluttering slowly. The afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded. I waited a while before turning her
body. The woman in the throes of orgasm was obedient and cooperative, lying on the plywood. I pressed down on her lower abdomen and
entered her from behind.
At first, she didn't know how to tuck her hips in. After a while, she figured out the trick to this movement: her wide buttocks arched back
, welcoming wave after wave of thrusts. Her buttocks were more perky and fleshy than most girls', and you could
hear a clear slapping sound when they hit. The unusual angle brought unusual pleasure. My thrusts were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, very rhythmic
. Her delicate buttocks arched higher and higher with the rhythm, and she was lost in it.
Occasionally, she would twist her body and reach out to touch my face. I felt a little uneasy; she seemed to like me.
Let's finish quickly.
I held her breasts tightly with both arms, kneading them while thrusting my hips, enjoying the ultimate pleasure, shaping those two soft mounds
of flesh into various forms. Gradually, she got into the mood, and her moans became louder than before, not only because of the pleasure,
but also because I was pinching her too hard.
"Be gentle."
She pressed one hand to her chest and the other to my waist. Though afraid of the pain, she didn't want me to stop.
In the rapid thrusting, my mind suddenly went blank. My lower body pounded wildly against her buttocks, pressing her against the plywood
, slamming in and out. The thrusting gradually turned into spasms until everything stopped. My blurred vision cleared,
and a wave of weakness washed over me. I held her as we sat on the toilet seat.
Her whole body was flushed, especially her chest and buttocks. After a few breaths, she sat sideways on my lap, licking
my neck, then kissing it. I was getting annoyed. I looked down at her, and she leaned in to kiss me,
prying my mouth open with her tongue.
This silly girl.

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