[A netizen from Guangzhou] [Author: Unknown] [The End]

At the end of October, I met a netizen named Xiaoling (I'll use a pseudonym to protect her real name) online from Guangzhou. At first, we just chatted about ordinary things. Later, she mentioned wanting to get away for a while, so I suggested she come to Zhaoqing. Zhaoqing is a famous tourist city in Guangdong Province, with great air quality and scenery, and she'd never been before. She said she'd think about it. The next day, I saw her online again, and she told me she was planning to come the following Monday. I thought things might be going well. At that time, I was studying at the Party School, so we could hang out together. In our subsequent chats, I gradually steered the conversation towards sex. She was very open and shared some of her experiences with me (actually, there's no need to be secretive about sex online, since we don't know each other, so I really dislike people who constantly talk about being afraid). (She was shy, etc.).

It turned out she was from a city in northern China and had come to Guangzhou for work a year ago. Being unfamiliar with the area, she often hung out with a fellow townsman, frequenting bars frequented by white-collar workers. She had also had a few one-night stands, which she considered mutual need, but she wasn't promiscuous, usually requiring her partners to be white-collar workers with legitimate jobs. I also shared some of my experiences, and we both had a very pleasant and open conversation. For the next few days, we chatted online continuously, and I even got her phone number.

But the following Monday, I saw her online again. Upon asking, I learned she was still in Guangzhou. I was a little angry and questioned her about her promise to come today. She said she couldn't come today due to work, explained, and promised to come on Wednesday. Actually, I had almost given up hope that she would come; I thought she was just some girl making idle online jokes.

On Wednesday, while I was in class at the Party School, my phone rang. It was a text from Xiaoling. She said she had bought a bus ticket for 9:30 and asked me to wait for her at the bus station in an hour and a half. I was skeptical and texted her back asking if it was true. She replied that it was. I was overjoyed, thinking this was going to be interesting. An hour and a half later, I went to the bus station. As soon as I arrived, I received a text from her saying she had arrived and was waiting for me at the station entrance. She was wearing a black tank top and light blue jeans. I searched the entrance thoroughly but couldn't find anyone like her. A bad feeling crept into my mind—had I been tricked again? So I called her to ask where she was. Turns out, she was at the West City Bus Station! Haha. Well, at least she really came. I asked her to take a taxi to KFC while I waited for her. About ten minutes later ,

the phone rang, and she said she was at the door. I looked up and sure enough, there was a rather pretty woman in black, holding her phone and looking around. I waved to her, and she saw me and came over. We sat down and stared at each other for a few seconds. Perhaps this way of meeting was a little comical, because we all laughed. She had a beautiful smile, a set of pearly white teeth, and light makeup—I prefer women with light makeup; I think heavy makeup is rather tacky. She was probably 163cm tall, with a great figure, neither too thin nor too fat, just right. Her breasts were very attractive, and her skin was flawlessly fair and rosy. Such a beauty! Heaven has truly been kind to me! She ordered a Beijing chicken wrap, and I ordered a hamburger. We chatted and ate, the atmosphere was great.

She said she wanted to visit the Seven Star Crags scenic area, so after the meal, I... Ancient scholars always respected their teachers; only when teachers were respected could the Way be revered. —Ouyang Xiu. I took her to Seven Star Crags and we walked there for an afternoon; we were exhausted. At that time, the SARS crisis hadn't passed yet, so there were very few people inside. We didn't have to worry about being seen by colleagues or others while we walked there. Humility is a virtue, but excessive humility may be deceitful. Silence is a virtue, but excessive silence may be treacherous—like when acquaintances see you strolling hand-in-hand around inside. You've been walking all afternoon.

When you come out, I say to her, "You've been traveling all afternoon and must be tired. Let's get a room and rest." She doesn't object, and I think the first step is a success!

I find a hotel and book a room. When we go in, neither of us says anything; the atmosphere is a bit awkward. Finally, I speak first, "You're all sweaty. Why don't you take a shower? It'll make you feel better." She obediently goes in to shower. When I hear the sounds of clothes being undressed inside, I get incredibly excited, my penis is rock hard. Then a thought strikes me. I knock hard on the bathroom door. She asks what's wrong. I say, "Oh no! I drank some ice water and now my stomach hurts!" She says, "I'm taking a shower. What should I do?" I pretend to be anxious and say, "Just wrap yourself in a towel for now, I'll be done soon." The person inside seems to hesitate for a moment, then says... Okay.

Then the door opened, and I peeked through the crack. Sure enough, she was wearing a bath towel. She said, "Why is it so troublesome?" Just as she was about to come out, I blocked the doorway and squeezed in, hugging her tightly. She didn't seem surprised at all, saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? Let's wash up first." Saying that, she took off the bath towel and started showering again (there was no bathtub, just a showerhead). I thought, "Now is the time to act!" I quickly took off my clothes and went in to shower together. I pressed my face against her plump, smooth body, and she didn't resist. I reached down from behind and grasped her full breasts, gently kneading them. She moaned softly, enjoying it. I gently called her earlobe, constantly breathing hot air on her, and her reaction became even stronger. When my hand reached down to her lower body, she stopped me and asked if I was sick. I said, "Of course not." "No more!" she said. "Can you wash up first, okay? Don't be in such a hurry."

I didn't want to spoil her fun, so I held back, only stroking her body with my hands. Finally, after washing and drying her, I carried her to the bed and kept kissing her body. Her nipples were big and long, very stimulating, hardening with just a little stimulation. I took them in my mouth and gently bit them with my teeth, and she kept moaning excitedly. I reached down with my hand—wow, a huge wet patch—so sexy! My little brother was already throbbing, and after some foreplay, she grabbed my little brother and said, "Come in, come in." Hehe, at this point, it wasn't up to you to decide. I deliberately didn't go in, rubbing my glans against her vaginal opening, especially her clitoris, making her beg for mercy, begging me to go in quickly. I thought I had enough, so I thrust my hips, and my entire penis slid in with a "whoosh." It didn't feel very tight inside, but it was warm and moist. My hands weren't idle either, constantly kneading her breasts, while my lower body was pumping. During the exercise, she kept twisting her body to match mine, watching my penis go in and out of her vagina, constantly releasing copious amounts of vaginal fluid—it was really stimulating. (Since many articles describe sex in great detail, I've omitted this part; anyway, it's all the same, right?) We changed positions twice, and finally, I felt her vagina contracting strongly until she reached orgasm. So I sped up and finally ejaculated a thick stream of semen inside her. We were both

exhausted. She lay on my chest and said, "Your skills are pretty good." I smiled and said, "I'm alright, I guess. Anyway, I won't disappoint women." (Hehe, that's the truth. I'm not as amazing as some people claim, able to exercise continuously for over an hour without ejaculating, but I also don't ejaculate prematurely. Anyway, I guarantee we'll both be satisfied.) Around seven o'clock, we went out for dinner and then to a bar, partying until after eleven. When we got back, we had another round of intense sex. Because of the alcohol, this time it lasted longer, and she said she had two orgasms.

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