【DD Hitchhiking, a memorable experience】(01) Author: happydevil

Author: happydevil
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. Modern people have become accustomed to the convenience brought by technology and enjoy the convenience brought by the internet
age . Convenient travel, of course, also facilitates some ambiguous matters.

I, an ordinary wage earner in a southern city, occasionally drive my Infiniti Q50 to do these kinds of
ridesharing . Of course, there's a hint of romance, but more often, it's just a form of entertainment. Life is mundane and boring,
but the different passengers I occasionally encounter, their various stories, give me a feeling of watching a movie.

That day, because of business, I had to go to SZ, and I casually checked the intercity ridesharing passengers. I found a
girl with the ID "shine," whose profile picture showed a very sunny smile. However, long-term experience tells me that profile pictures
are always deceiving, so I casually clicked to see the drivers' comments: "Long-legged MM," "Sunny beauty"
... all positive reviews. Okay, the two-hour drive will be your company, hehe. I dialed
the number, and a young, slightly husky but lively voice came through the phone. We agreed on a time, and I
waited patiently.

After lunch, I drove to the designated location, made another call, and a girl carrying a huge
suitcase appeared before me.

I clearly remember that moment; a ray of sunlight reflected off the glass curtain wall of the building next door,
illuminating her face, making her sweet and refreshing smile even more beautiful. She wasn't one of those typical internet celebrities with
oval faces and long legs; she was just a slender but energetic girl next door, and I was captivated by her.

Suddenly, I remembered, damn, she's my passenger! I quickly opened the trunk to put her suitcase in,
returned to the driver's seat, and she naturally sat in the passenger seat (I hate people who take a ride and then sit in the back like
a boss ).

I gently pressed the accelerator, and the car began to cruise briskly through the city, driving from my place in ZH to SZ. She was listening to music
with her headphones on, and I was playing some old-school rock by Keane. She sat there quietly,
the sunlight streaming through the car window onto her face, her pure white jacket, her pink hot pants, and of course, her
beautiful, well-proportioned, snow-white legs. Looking at her, I felt a
sense of serene beauty. She looked to be about 22 or 23 years old, with a youthful yet lively air about her. Everything about her made
me feel bathed in a gentle emotion, even though we hadn't exchanged a single word.

The Keane album finished, and the music switched to Wands' "Jumping Jackboy
," as the car entered the city expressway. "Oh, you like listening to them?" the girl suddenly asked.

"Yeah, they're a bit old, but their Japanese rock is classic." "Not many people know that
. I like it too." I glanced at her; her eyelashes were quite long, and her smile made her even more beautiful.
I slowly turned the volume up. The Infiniti's excellent sound system perfectly reproduced the music, and the upbeat
rhythm made the girl nod repeatedly. I also gently nodded along with her to the beat. In this enclosed
space, the atmosphere gradually became more lively.

Slowly, we chatted casually, becoming more familiar with each other. She started examining the displays and buttons
on , looking like a little child.

"Huh? What's that? What's that thing behind that minibus?"

I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a Ford Transit with something sticking out of the back, seemingly emitting smoke.
I took a closer look and thought, "Pah! That's a lot of incense. Someone in their family must have died. Oh right, there's a crematorium nearby."

The girl looked closely and was startled. "Yeah, that looks terrifying."

I said, "It's midday, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, I'm full of yang energy, I'm not afraid of any

amount of yin energy." "Tch, you're not a muscle man, where do you get so much yang energy?"

"Idiot, being lustful and having a strong sex drive is also a form of yang energy!"

"How disgusting!" She lightly slapped me, her hand landing on my shoulder, soft and boneless. I exaggeratedly pretended
to fall down, leaning towards the car door. She laughed, "Drive carefully, don't do anything reckless, what if we die?"

"Sigh, a beautiful lady is going to die with me, I can't help it, it's unavoidable rape, I can only enjoy it peacefully,
come on! If we die together, we'll sleep holding each other every night. No, wait, we'll probably be a bloody mess, you in me,
me in you..."

"You-are-disgusting, oh dear, that car in front is so scary, can you overtake it?"

I didn't hesitate! With a deep press of the accelerator, the MFA 2.0T high-power engine instantly unleashed 350
Nm of torque, propelling the car to accelerate rapidly. A minute later, the fragrance was already hundreds of meters
behind .

"Huh? Your car seems pretty fast, is it a Chery?" She picked up her phone and looked at it. "Oh,
Infiniti ... Does Chery even have that model?"

I was a bit dizzy. "Dude... Infiniti is Nissan's high-end brand, it has nothing to do with Chery,
okay ?"

She stuck out her tongue. "Haha, I don't know much about cars. Your car looks so new, did you just buy it?"

"Just changed it, actually. Before, I drove a heavily modified Kia K3, but nobody recognizes it anymore
, it's completely unrecognizable."

"Oh, is this an automatic?"

"Yes, actually I prefer the old manual transmission, it was so much fun driving, but it
was a bit annoying when there were girls around."

"Why?"

Looking at her smiling face and her snow-white, straight legs under her pink hot pants, I don't know where
the thought came from.

"You want to know? That's a bit risqué."

"Tell me."

"Okay, how about this, I'll demonstrate, but you can't get angry."

She looked curious. "Oh."

They say you can't give a girl too much time to think when you're trying to pick her up; you have to be fast. So I started talking.
"You see, if it's a manual transmission, you have to shift gears frequently. But if there's a pretty girl next to you, and you
want to touch her thigh, constantly shifting gears means..." I quickly moved my hand from the gearshift to her thigh,
then back to the gearshift, then back to her thigh, repeating this several times.

My heart pounded, my heart pounded, my heart pounded...

The smooth, firm touch of her thigh... I couldn't tell if it excited me or aroused my lust.
My heart was pounding louder than the bass in the car.

I tried to calm myself, "Look, this back and forth is so unromantic." She
chuckled softly, "You're such a pervert," but showed no sign of rejection or anger.

Although I'm not exactly a ladies' man, my intuition and the feel of my hands told me she
didn't mind…

she

didn't mind

! I calmly touched the gearshift and said, "Look, if it's an automatic," I calmly but firmly placed my hand lightly on her thigh, "that way I don't need to keep shifting gears. When you're next to me, I can naturally touch your thigh without ruining the atmosphere!" She gently slapped my hand, didn't push it away, and said, "You pervert," before turning to look out the window . The coastal highway scenery stretched as far as the eye could see, the sea and sky merging into one, breathtaking. But none of that mattered , because the important thing was that while the atmosphere in the car had temporarily calmed down, it was different from before. My hand was on her smooth thigh, feeling the softness of her skin. About five minutes later, I gently asked, "Are you afraid of me?" She asked, "Why?" I lightly brushed her inner thigh. "It tickles, no!" she said calmly. "Actually, it's not a big deal. I enjoy chatting with you. We're adults, so a little touch isn't a big deal . It's just that I'm ticklish, so please don't be so gentle. It hurts." Then she closed her eyes. "I want to rest for a bit, okay? Call me when it's almost time." She then covered her legs with a thin towel, probably because she was a little cold. But the important thing is, my right hand was still on her inner thigh. I recalled her words, "Don't be so gentle," and I started massaging her thigh with a light touch, like a massage. The touch was smooth but the muscles were firm. A young girl's thighs are so alluring. The thin towel didn't seem to diminish the visual enjoyment; rather, it added to the fantasy , because my hand was still underneath… Ten minutes… It seemed my actions no longer made her uncomfortable; she appeared to have entered a quiet resting state. My hand continued its caresses, the edge of my palm lightly brushing against the base of her shorts. She was wearing shorts with a denim-like texture, quite loose. In fact, during my movements, I had practically crossed the edge of the shorts. From the occasional touches of my palm, I knew her underwear was probably cotton… Finally, I mustered my courage and slowly moved my hand up her thigh, then casually invaded her shorts near her groin. The shorts were so loose; my two fingers could move freely inside. I slowly stroked down in circles, feeling that there wasn't much hair in her genital area. Under the cover of her underwear, I continued to explore downwards, feeling warmth and a slightly slippery texture. She must be feeling something, right? I thought to myself. Only a fool would stop at this point. I'm not stupid, so I slowly ran my middle finger up and down along . Through my sunglasses, I saw her face seemed to be blushing, but she remained unmoved. Then I searched for her clitoris through her underwear. When I teased it with my finger, she trembled slightly, then grabbed my hand with both hands, neither pushing away nor stopping me, just holding it quietly. I didn't go any deeper, just teasing her clitoris again and again, making her body twitch gently with each movement of my finger. The car sped along the highway, my hand constantly moving between her legs. At one point, when I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw she had opened her eyes, looking at me with seductive eyes. I used my fingers to pull aside the edge of her underwear, making direct contact with her lower skin without hesitation. Under the sparse pubic hair, I found the clitoris I had been teasing again, but this time, the fabric was no longer there to block it. Her panties were already soaked, and the opening I could reach with my fingers was very small, and her labia minora weren't very noticeable. If only I could see... I thought... Following the small opening, I explored downwards with my fingers, and she unconsciously parted her legs to meet mine . I slowly applied pressure with my fingertips, finally reaching the entrance to her honeypot. I didn't rush to insert my fingers; I just used the tip of my middle finger to press against the entrance, while my index and ring fingers slowly tried to separate her labia. Having studied both the piano and the saxophone, I was quite confident in my finger dexterity. To the rhythm of the car stereo music (though I didn't pay attention to what was playing), my hands moved between her legs , and she just looked at me, holding my hands but not pulling them away, letting me touch her. Reaching in through the edge of her pants wasn't very comfortable, and I was also preparing to feel her tightness, so I pulled my hand out, teasingly saying, "So wet." She didn't answer, still looking at me alluringly. I boldly unbuttoned her hot pants and pulled down the zipper. "Touching is fine, but please don't go inside, okay?" I glanced at her, a little confused. "It'll hurt if I put my fingers in like that, promise me, okay?" Such a beautiful girl, this request that wasn't unreasonable at all, was agreeing to something so outrageous. How could I refuse? I started putting my whole hand inside her pants, feeling her wetness and her trembling as my hand moved. The beautiful scenery of the coastal highway was no longer worth appreciating at this was enough to melt any man's heart. I kept my promise not to go inside, even though she was panting heavily. The happy time passed quickly, and the car started to exit the highway. I wondered if there was a secluded place near her destination suitable for some car sex ... There seemed to be a shopping mall nearby with a large underground parking garage, maybe... I pondered. Then her phone rang. She answered the phone, suppressing the urge to moan, said a few words, and hung up. "My boyfriend is urging me, can you change my destination to XX Mall?" That was near her destination. What almost made me collapse instantly was the word "boyfriend." But after calming down, I realized that maybe this girl was just easygoing. At least it wasn't too difficult for me to touch her so deeply. Maybe leaving a good impression would lead to another intimate encounter?

"Okay..." I sighed, pulled my hand away, and licked the water off it. It was a little salty, but not
smelly , just the unique fragrance of a young girl. "Ugh!!" She slapped my hand.

"A beautiful girl's fragrance, too bad you have a boyfriend..." I sighed.

"Can we add each other on WeChat?" she asked, and I instantly felt a glimmer of hope.

"Sure, here's my phone number."

"Okay, I'll add you when I get back!"

Add you when I get back... Hearing that made me feel a little depressed. It was probably just a polite way of saying it, to avoid an
awkward on WeChat, why not now? The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became, and then I
felt a little speechless.

After getting off the highway and paying the toll, I took her to the XX Mall. We didn't speak for the rest of the way; silence became
an unspoken understanding. The car stopped, I helped her unload her luggage, said "bye-bye" to her, and then
turned back to the car. Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. I turned to look at her; she was smiling,
still so sweet, still with that girl-next-door charm. "You made me really happy today, bye-bye,"

I smiled, unsure if it was a genuine smile or a bitter one, and waved goodbye.

Back in my car, I switched Playlist back to the song that started this whole thing, Wan
DS's "Jumping Jackboy," reminiscing about this romantic encounter as I drove
through the southern metropolis of Shenzhen.

That evening, I had dinner and chatted with clients, clinking glasses and enjoying the vibrant nightlife of Shenzhen amidst the dazzling lights—intoxicating,
neon-lit, overflowing, and decadent… In my moments of lucidity, I kept checking my phone, looking for any
strangers adding me on WeChat. Although I could probably add her by searching her phone number, I
felt it would be embarrassing if she didn't want to, especially since
she has a boyfriend. I didn't want to disturb her life.

At 3 a.m., I was fully awake and took a shower. I looked at the girl sleeping next to me. She was someone I
brought back from the karaoke bar. For some reason, she looked quite similar to the girl from the afternoon. This was a karaoke bar I frequented. The madam
knew me well and knew my taste; she always found girls for me who were new to the industry.

Night, drunk, asleep…

More than ten years ago, in my naivety, I couldn't imagine that so many girls in a city would
engage in various levels of sexual services, borderline or even direct. But now, I feel completely at ease with it all.
Like the girl in bed, her delicate face evoked pity, her small breasts rose and fell with her breath,
and long legs overlapped, protecting her private parts.

I racked my brains to recall the frenzy of just now, but I couldn't remember anything. I only remembered that she seemed very shy,
so it seemed to be her first time. After that, I couldn't remember anything specific, except that there was
a used condom on the bedside table.

Recalling it is no better than doing it again, isn't it? I climbed back into bed and kissed the girl's nipples.
They were dark red and felt quite tender. Then I placed my hand directly on the pubic area between her legs.

It seemed the previous moisture hadn't completely dried; I guess I hadn't slept for very long. I tried, and I could
put my finger in; it was still quite moist, warm, and tight inside.

She stirred, as if preparing to wake up. I thought for a moment, then spread her legs and directly inserted
my already hard penis.

So tight! Actually, even with just one finger inside, it already felt quite tight. My penis felt
constricted , almost causing me to ejaculate.

"Ah!" She woke up, realizing she had been raped. Perhaps she was still drunk and confused
, pushing me away a few times. Of course, I ignored these trivial matters and continued my piston-like movements. After a while, she
came to her senses, understood the situation, and resigned herself to my actions.

It was really tight; I felt considerable resistance with each thrust. Then she got into the mood, closing her eyes,
gripping the sheets with both hands, suppressing the urge to cry out. I turned her over so her back was facing me, and then I penetrated her from
behind . This position was my favorite; it felt so close. Then, I touched her breasts with one hand
and reached down to her genitals with the other, teasing her clitoris while thrusting. She finally couldn't help but cry
out . As I thrust vigorously, I asked her in a low voice in her ear, "Do you like it?" She didn't answer, only
moaned. I applied more pressure to her clitoris, kneading it, and her whole body trembled. I
asked again, "Do you like it?" "

I...like..." She couldn't escape this torment.

I thrust vigorously from behind, and she couldn't help but moan loudly. Why do I like girls who have just entered the adult entertainment industry?
Because they didn't have much experience, they either enjoyed it or they didn't. Only by bringing them to multiple orgasms could a man's desire for conquest
be satisfied .

I moved violently, her delicate body constantly subjected to my intense thrusts. Technique? I'd forgotten about that.
I only felt the pressure of her vagina on my penis increasing, and my abdominal muscles felt like they were
tearing with my vigorous movements… After about 20 minutes, she was almost too weak to moan anymore, and I suddenly trembled
violently , ejaculating countless semen inside her. At the moment of ejaculation, she
cried out, "Ah…," apparently having orgasmed too.

I kept my penis inside her, maintaining the position of holding her from behind, just lying on the bed,
both of panting. Then she suddenly burst into tears, looking at me sadly. I stared at her,
slightly puzzled.

"I've never even let my boyfriend ejaculate inside me… Waaah…"

"…" "This is my first time working as a prostitute. Sister H has been nagging me for a long time. Before, I only worked as a drinking companion
…" Actually, Sister H had told me it was her first time working as a prostitute, I thought to myself.

But I remained silent, watching her. It wasn't that I was cold-blooded; I just wanted to know what she wanted.

"Hey, you came in anyway, are you alright?" she asked, covering her face.

I suddenly found it hilarious and laughed, saying, "That's a funny question. Asking someone if they
're sick—are you insulting them, or what?"

She jumped, startled. "No, no, no, I'm sorry, I misspoke. Please don't be angry, sir."

I thought to myself that she really was a rather inexperienced young girl, her words and actions so childlike, much more interesting than
those seasoned veterans.

"Haha, don't be nervous, it's nothing, I just thought it was funny. But, you'll be punished for talking nonsense
.

" "How?" "One more time..."

Although I'm already in my thirties, this girl's cuteness still aroused my desire,
and she was quite vigorous. So, for the next hour or so, I ejaculated inside her twice more, and
she tacitly accepted it.

Finally, exhausted, I checked my watch and it was almost 5 o'clock. I chatted with her for a bit, mainly
gossiping about why she went into prostitution. Apparently, her brother was a gambler who owed a mountain of debt, and then someone broke his leg. Now
he can't even afford the medical bills. They used to be rent collectors in a small urban village, and their family should have
been quite wealthy, but her brother squandered it all, so the locals had no choice but to become prostitutes. Recently, her family was really in dire need, so she went out
to earn quick money. She had a boyfriend before, but he was just an unreliable second-generation rich kid from an urban village. He
slept with her a few times, but she found out he often went to Macau to hook up with foreign girls, which made her a little disheartened. So she started
working as a hostess , and then sleeping with people…

I comforted her for a bit and then held her as we slept together. The girl was really pretty.

At 7:30, the girl's phone rang. She got up and got dressed. I watched her change back into an office lady outfit,
so sexy, and I couldn't help but get a shameless hard-on again. I ran over and pulled up her skirt. She struggled and said, "No, please
, I have to go to work in this outfit…"

"Huh? What kind of work?"

"I work as a clerk during the day, and I have to rush to work now. Can I go?"

I smiled and said, "Okay, whatever." Then I just smiled and looked at her.

The girl nervously picked up her handbag, but dropped something on the ground. I casually picked it up for her;
it was a business card holder. XX Company, Zhang XX…

“Zhang XX is a pretty unique name. Hmm, the company is good too.” I handed it back to her, but she
looked at me nervously…

“Please, please don’t let my company know, okay?” My wicked nature kicked in again. “Okay
… but can I still contact you later?”

“Sure, you have my number at our KTV.”

“I mean… privately…” The girl thought for a moment, then said pitifully, “Please, please don’t tell
my company, okay? You can contact me privately, sigh…”

I picked up my phone to add her on WeChat, only to find that someone had added me at 4 AM. Looking at the profile picture,
my heart pounded and my head spun—it was the girl from the rideshare!!!!

I quickly added this pitiful-looking girl on WeChat, then let her go, even giving
her an extra 100 yuan for the fare.

Then I calmed down and sent a message to the girl I was hitchhiking with, her ID was shine: "Finally,
I've been waiting for you..."

I put my phone next to my pillow, waiting for it to vibrate.

A message came in, and I quickly picked it up to read it, but it was from the KTV girl. I was a little disappointed. I opened it and
read , "Actually, I don't think you're a bad person. You probably won't tell my colleagues, right?"

"Hehe, well, actually, I don't think so. But you're really pretty. Even putting aside that connection,
I'd be happy to get to know you."

I started rambling again.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course! You're so beautiful and have such a great figure. It felt so good to hold you last night." "Thank you...
"

"Well, how about this? I'll contact you privately from now on, and I'll pay you the same way. Don't worry, I really won't
do anything inappropriate. I just want to be happy and don't want anyone else to be unhappy.

" "...Can we not talk about this?"

"You really don't want to? Then... well, okay, just delete me on WeChat. I really won't hurt
you."

"That's not what I meant..."

"Then what is it??"

"You can contact me privately from now on, and you don't need to pay me. Just don't bully me, okay?"

"Huh? Of course, but wouldn't that be bullying you too? You already have a hard time doing this."

Although it was an unexpected surprise, I felt a little guilty.

"Last night was my first time working as a prostitute, and thankfully you were very kind to me, I could feel it. I'm actually
quite uncomfortable doing this, I'm different during the day and different at night, it's exhausting."

"I understand, so I don't really want to owe you anything, you know?"

"You're the only person in this world who knows my two identities, and I don't think you're a bad person. I
don't ask for much. Can I talk to you when I'm unhappy? I promise I
won't , and if you contact me, I'll be there for you whenever I'm free, okay, sir?"

A pitiful girl, I thought to myself. "Call me Ah Jun, okay?"

"Yeah, call me Sally. I have to go to work now. It's nice to meet you, and
the feeling my previous boyfriends have never given me."

"Then you should experience it more often, haha."

"You seem to be in ZH, right? Let me know in advance when you come to SZ, and I'll try my best to arrange it, okay
?"

"What a good boy, it's a deal then."

"Okay."

I didn't get a reply from the rideshare girl, Shine, and quickly fell asleep.

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