【The ins and outs of blind dates】(01) Author: dily52125

Author: dily52125
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A One-Night Stand Met on a Blind Date An'an

is over thirty and starting to face pressure to get married. Her family keeps introducing her to potential partners, especially after she moved to a branch office
closer to her hometown, which increased the number of blind dates she was pressured into. With so many people she met, all sorts of bizarre things happened.

A few days ago, she went back to her hometown for a wedding and encountered just such a situation. To be honest, she never expected the girls in her hometown
to be so open-minded.

That day, it was her father's colleague's son getting married. The groom was her brother's classmate. Our whole
family , including the cars, went to the wedding. She drove back in the company's Mercedes, which became the wedding car. Her brother was the driver, and she
tragically played the role of a groomsman.

The girl was a bridesmaid, and before they even met, the matchmaker had already raved about her. But she'd been fooled too many times
and wasn't easily fooled. Girls in her hometown generally marry young, and
it's rare . Beautiful people naturally attract more attention; to put it bluntly, beauty brings suffering. I don't believe a
stylish wouldn't have a romantic history. Perhaps the matchmaker had heard about my pickiness and didn't say much.

I was indeed stunned when we first met. The girl was quite tall and slender, and in her heels,
she looked about my height. She wore a white lace bodycon bridesmaid dress that accentuated her curves;
she was undeniably beautiful. Oh, maybe I'm just not immune to long hair, white dresses, and tall beauties.
A woman dressed like this would easily score a 75 in my eyes. If it were a white dress, I could ignore
her face and give her a solid 90…

While it wasn't love at first sight, I had a strong liking for her. However, reality slapped me hard in the face.

The wedding itself was uneventful; it was held in the groom's courtyard. The bride and I sat against the backdrop, and that was it.

After the wedding, it was the ever-present wedding night festivities—a bit of teasing before the banquet, just for fun.

As an unmarried person, to avoid retaliation from my brothers, I usually just quietly stand in a corner as a photographer.
The groom's friends are all acquaintances, and perhaps because they heard that the bridesmaid was introduced to me by someone else, they didn't tease her.
They just pushed her next to me and that was it.

In the past two years, I don't know why, but the wedding night pranks have become like a battle, with no one escaping unscathed. One of
the brothers , whether intentionally or unintentionally, pushed the bridesmaid next to me in the chaos. The bridesmaid was turning around at the time and
was pushed off balance.

I was holding a single-handed camera and was taking pictures enthusiastically. In a hurry, I could only dodge and reach out to catch her.

Coincidence, absolutely coincidence.

My hand actually reached into her deep V-neck, right into her bra, and grasped...
two silicone pads.

The wedding room was very chaotic at the time. I was standing in the corner by the wardrobe. The people around me saw that I helped her up but didn't pay any attention and
continued to tease the groom.

I was both embarrassed and slightly pleased. Taking advantage of someone is certainly enjoyable, but the embarrassment stemmed from the fact that I was holding a silicone bra pad
…

My first thought was, "She's a con artist!" Then, intentionally or unintentionally, I touched her breast a couple of times through the pad .
I swear, I had absolutely no lewd thoughts at that moment; I simply wanted to know the size. I was curious—why would someone who
's already a C cup need padding?

Because I was investigating this, I couldn't help but squeeze it a couple more times.

The bridesmaid froze, blushing, and clung to my arm, letting me grope her
. She probably pinched my arm because I squeezed it too hard.

In those two seconds, the bride seemed to realize something was wrong and looked over. I quickly helped her put the pad back in place and pulled
my hand away.

After this little embarrassment, we were both out of sorts. She was probably embarrassed that I'd discovered her little secret
, while I was still savoring the feel.

We just sat in the corner watching the commotion until an elder urged us to take our seats.

Since the groom had been stripped, the bride needed to change her dress, and my bridesmaid and I also needed to change—of course, not in
the same room.

However, since we were in rooms directly across from each other, after we changed, we were the only two people left on the floor. We opened the door
at the same time , exchanging awkward glances.

Having taken advantage of her, I apologized first, and she, knowing it was an accident, didn't say anything.

She had changed into a low-cut V-neck t-shirt and a short, form-fitting skirt. For some reason, I
asked, "Did you put those pads back in?"

She blushed deeply, a mixture of embarrassment and affectation, and kicked my butt. I was prepared; instead of dodging,
I hooked my leg back around her as she landed. She lost her balance and leaned into my arms.

This time, I didn't grab her breasts, because someone was coming upstairs. I steadied her and casually
gave her pert buttocks a couple of squeezes. Not a pat, not a grope, but I held half of her buttocks.

At that moment, she must have thought I was a pervert.

However, my feelings for her also diminished considerably. Being grabbed by a man and not reacting, her shy
and embarrassed expression made me think she was quite adventurous.

I don't like women who are overly outgoing, and this reminded me of Qiqi, who had been bothering me for a while. I mentally
labeled the bridesmaid as very open-minded, and, just to have some fun, I started talking to her.

The bridesmaid introduced herself as a clothing saleswoman, working in the most upscale local shopping mall near my branch office,
renting her own apartment, and having a boyfriend she'd broken up with six months prior.

On our first meeting, I didn't ask too many questions; she mostly talked while I listened. However, her evasive words
and the frequency with which she secretly checked her WeChat made me suspicious.

After the banquet, the young people continued having fun. The groom had booked a pool hall owned by a friend,
providing a place for friends who had traveled from out of town to catch up. The bride and I were seated at a separate table to play pool and chat.

While we were playing, she kept receiving phone calls and WeChat messages, and I lost interest. Then, I accidentally saw
a WeChat message from her boyfriend saying he was waiting for her to come home that night. I

was so embarrassed. She immediately explained after being caught, and I didn't want to get entangled with her, so I pretended to believe her, but deep
down I didn't want to associate with her anymore.

Another detail: once when I squatted down to pick up a ball, she stretched in front of me, and I saw her slender
waist and noticed a stretch mark below her navel.

Later, we went to karaoke with a large group. The guys were all karaoke enthusiasts, and we sat together chatting again. Because
there were many married men and women, the things we did and talked about were quite explicit. The lighting in the private room was dim, and we sat very close, but we didn't hug.
We hugged and cuddled tightly.

After protecting my brothers from sex for over a year, I couldn't resist whispering in her ear,

"Six months... six months, I guess. After we broke up six months ago, I haven't let her touch me." She sounded
a little guilty.

I could tell, but I pretended to believe her and licked her earlobe.

Good heavens, she didn't react at all; her hand holding the bottle didn't even tremble.

At that moment, a surge of lust rose within me, and I continued to tease her: "These guys are too lewd and violent. Let's go
find some other fun."

She hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

I felt like I was picking up a girl in a bar; it was the first time I'd ever seen a simple, honest girl from my hometown so open with someone she was meeting on a
blind date .

Finding fun? What kind of fun could we possibly find?

The owner of this KTV was also my brother's classmate. I went outside and asked a waiter to give me a private room so
I wouldn't be disturbed.

As for fun, what else was there?

I randomly picked a song and then hugged her. The girl shifted slightly, then slipped
out of my arms to pick another song.

When I hugged her a second time, she didn't struggle. She handed me a microphone and asked me to sing a duet with her.

Slightly tipsy and alone, who's in the mood to sing?

I had her sit on my lap with her back to me and sing. I hugged her, my "claws" thoroughly examining her figure,
removing four breast pads and focusing on her breasts.

Friction builds heat, and she grew hotter and hotter, her singing starting to go off-key. By the time I unhooked her bra and
turned her around, her chest was already sweating. She leaned forward eagerly, accurately shoving one breast to my
mouth.

I took it in without hesitation, and when she stopped singing and started moaning, I gave her the microphone again, letting
her continue singing.

Her voice became more panting and nasal. I conquered the high ground and then moved towards the basin.

The girl was immersed in the song, only slightly rising to cooperate when I lifted her skirt, leaving space between our
bodies for me to slip my hand inside.

At this point, her thong was practically useless; she was already wet. My middle finger brushed against her clitoris, which
was large, like a soybean, and very sensitive. I only curiously kneaded it a couple of times, and she began to tremble uncontrollably.

Not wanting to please her so soon, I slipped my fingers along her labia and into that moist place.

Before my fingers could even explore the surroundings, she arched her back, exposing her entire
lower body to meet me, one hand reaching down to grasp mine, pressing it against that hot spot.

Without hesitation, I inserted my middle finger to explore, withdrawing it amidst the girl's pleasurable gasps,
then inserting my middle and index fingers together, sometimes exploring the depths, sometimes gently rubbing the inner walls.

As I moved, the girl's panting turned into moans, her singing ceasing. Both hands reached for my belt,
impatiently pulling it open and tightly gripping my penis, stroking it up and down.

Feeling pleasure, I increased the intensity of my movements.

She moaned with pleasure, her movements becoming faster and faster.

After about ten rounds, the girl stopped, urging me urgently in my ear: "Stop playing." "

Stop playing? What do you want to do?" I teased her deliberately. "

Hurry up." She urged again.

My movements immediately quickened. "

I don't want this." She was really impatient, starting to bite my ear.

I was secretly delighted: "If you don't want this, what do you want?"

She didn't answer, instead guiding my penis to her eager lower body.

I reached down, parted the lace thong, took my penis from her hand, and circled it around her vaginal opening,
asking as I did so, "Do you want me to fuck you?" "

Fuck me quickly." The girl started to get a little angry, reaching to snatch my penis.

I placed my penis at her entrance, thrusting my hips forward and plunging it in hard.

"Ah, be gentle." She slapped me twice in protest.

The foreplay was over, and the sex was about to begin.

This girl's vagina wasn't very tight, but she would grip it tightly, her arms wrapped around me, moaning as she
gripped my penis with her vagina, the rhythm quite distinct.

Knowing I'd met an experienced one, I didn't dare delay. I picked her up and carried her to the wall, pressing her against it and thrusting.

After a few thrusts, the girl interrupted me, pushing me away. As I wondered what was happening, she lifted her skirt, bent her hips
, and raised her white buttocks, waiting for me.

"Thinking of your boyfriend? Don't want to watch me do it?" I pushed her against the wall, making her press against it,
and fucked her hard.

The girl didn't respond: "Deeper like this."

"Deeper than your boyfriend?" I continued teasing.

She glared at me, but didn't say anything.

Seeing she wasn't interested in conversation, I lowered my head and fucked her hard.

The girl covered her mouth with one hand, and braced herself against the wall with the other, trying her best to meet my thrusts.

Perhaps I was moving too fast, because my penis was being rubbed raw by the thong. When I slowed down, she became unhappy.
Realizing the thong was the hindrance, she scolded me for being too impatient and quickly pulled it off.

Without the restraint,
she

became even more vigorous. Listening to the music's rhythm, remembering the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, I calmly responded, thrusting and maneuvering inside her, determined not to be defeated. I don't know if she really hadn't had sex in six months, but at that moment she was definitely the most sexually aroused woman I'd ever met.

We unlocked position after position on the karaoke floor until all seven or eight songs we'd chosen were played
, at which point she trembled and asked me to stop.

I hadn't even ejaculated yet, but she said she'd already orgasmed twice. I don't know if it was her stamina or if she'd been
distracted by changing positions.

To make up for it, she offered to give me oral sex and boldly swallowed my semen.

While she went to wash up, I was still reeling from the experience. I felt like I hadn't finished, because this
woman was truly extraordinary, not just open-minded.

Once the flush on her face had faded, we returned to the large private room. The others teased us for a while; I don't know if
they noticed anything amiss, but I didn't care, and the girl didn't seem to care either.

The belated

dinner was at a hotel next to the KTV, also hosted by acquaintances.

The bride and groom's colleagues were there, and there were even more guests. This time, it was mainly about eating, so we were quite relaxed
. Then, at my urging, she came up to the rooftop with me.

There were no lights on the rooftop, no moon in the sky, and we made love again in the darkness.

Perhaps she couldn't see me clearly in the dark, or perhaps the pressure of the blind date was gone, and she became bolder, saying
a lot: she was still entangled with her boyfriend; that scumbag ate her food, used her things, lived in her house, played with her,
and then betrayed her. She wanted to break up, but that man was his first love, and she couldn't let go. The reason
she suddenly decided to go crazy with me today was to vent and get revenge on that man.

At that moment, I really lost interest. I thought I was flirting with a girl, but it turned out to be a resentful woman flirting with a man.

At that moment, heartbroken, I didn't drag her back from the small door on the rooftop, but pulled down her skirt and
forced myself on her.

She cursed me for raping her, but didn't resist at all. After I gagged her with a thong, she
focused enjoying herself.

I didn't want to be played anymore, so I pulled her up, hugged her from behind, and penetrated her. After penetrating her, I didn't move,
but just reached out and teased her clitoris. Her clitoris was her sensitive spot, made especially sensitive by that scumbag.

The girl was clever; she started rhythmically contracting her vagina again, cursing me as a pervert while forcefully swallowing and releasing my
penis, trying to relieve the fullness inside her with the slightest thrusting pleasure.

She was truly an experienced driver; under her manipulation and squeezing, I quickly—oh, ten or twenty minutes—
okay, I don't want to say I was conquered by her, but anyway, I ejaculated, and it was a very satisfying ejaculation.

Saying I conquered her isn't an exaggeration; she and I actually reached orgasm at the same time, she first, and I followed closely behind.
She controlled the rhythm; I don't know if it was squirting.

A few days later, she told me that to keep her scumbag boyfriend's heart, she specifically learned bedroom skills from married women.
As a result, that scumbag got tired of her and continued to cheat.

To this day, I still despise that man. I tolerated my ex being like a block of wood, and with such
a beauty serving him, he was still unsatisfied. It's really…sigh. It's just a pity I didn't ejaculate inside him. There was no condom that day;
I was worried about an accident.

Later, we left.

Later, we became regular fuck buddies, only satisfying our desires and not talking about feelings.

Actually, we did it twice more that night, which was even more exciting, but I don't have time to write about it today.

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