An unspeakable affair

It's been many years since I graduated. Let me just say, I'd say I'm actually quite handsome, that's what everyone says, but I've never thought so. Back in school, maybe because I was good-looking, I was very popular with the opposite sex. One night, close to midnight, I received confirmation that my girlfriend had been cheating on me. My mood was like the weather outside the window—so cold it felt like it was freezing the whole of Jinan. I was too proud to tell my roommates, and feeling so frustrated I couldn't sleep, I went outside to smoke in the snow. I smoked half a pack, but it still didn't relieve my depression. I went to a big internet cafe near the school to vent my frustration by playing World of Warcraft. That night, the cafe wasn't crowded. I found a quiet corner and played for over an hour. The two people around me paid and left, leaving me with a whole row of computers. Then a couple came in and sat on the two empty computers behind me. I glanced at them and thought they were a perfect match—the guy was handsome, the girl was beautiful, and they were both very stylish, like South Korean celebrities. I wondered why they would come to an internet cafe. Because my girlfriend had cheated on me, I was feeling incredibly jealous, and seeing couples together naturally made me curse them. While playing World of Warcraft, I cursed the couple behind me for their betrayal. And my curse actually worked! Less than five minutes after they sat down, I heard a loud slap! I immediately turned around and saw the guy standing there, covering his face and glaring at the girl. The girl, looking cool, pointed and whispered, "Get out of here! I don't want to see you right now!" Without a word, the man left, leaving the woman sitting silently in front of the computer. I immediately thought to myself, "He's probably having an affair online, and the woman brought him to the internet cafe to confront him." I laughed so hard. I turned around and took a closer look at the woman. I found that she was ruthless, but she had a very elegant appearance. I estimated her age to be around 26, but her skin was still like a little girl's, so fair and smooth it looked like it was dripping with oil. She had straight, chin-length hair, and her eyes were deep and cold, making her look very rational and fashionable. Her clothes were also very fashionable. She was wearing a short black leather jacket with a bohemian-style shawl draped over her shoulders, grey plaid wool trousers, and high-quality pointed boots. Having a girlfriend like that and still cheating? I think that guy really doesn't know how lucky he is. The woman sat there for ages without leaving. I turned around and played some World of Warcraft, but I just couldn't concentrate. My girlfriend's betrayal had hurt me terribly, and with such a beautiful woman behind me sharing my pain, I naturally had some adventurous thoughts: could we comfort each other? The more I thought about it, the more sense it made, so I went to the administrator to exchange my machine. I shamelessly sat down next to the woman. Being so close, I noticed how exquisitely beautiful she was, like she'd had plastic surgery. No wonder she looked so much like a South Korean. The woman stared at the screen, lost in thought, oblivious to someone sitting next to her. Trying to strike up a conversation with such an elegant woman put me under pressure. Several times I tried to talk to her directly, but I chickened out. Finally, I could only take a deep breath, pull out a cigarette, and pretend to look for a lighter, muttering, "Hey? Where's my lighter? It's in my pocket." Of course, this was just an act for the woman to hear. She still didn't seem to notice me, so I boldly tapped her on the shoulder and politely asked, "Excuse me, could I borrow a light?" The woman glanced at me and retorted, "Do I look like someone who needs a light?" I don't know where the inspiration came from, but I blurted out, "I think you have quite a fire!" A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she turned away, ignoring me. I figured my attempt to flirt with this woman was hopeless, but I still pretended to look for a lighter. Then the woman made a move. She pulled a gold Dupont lighter from her bag, lit it with a "ding," and handed it to me. Anyone who's heard a Dupont lighter light knows how pleasant and crisp the sound is. When I heard that "ding," my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I quickly lit my cigarette and went over to borrow the light, saying to the woman, "Thank you." You really do have a light! The woman was still quite indifferent and ignored me, but by then I was emboldened by the "ding" of the Dupont phone, so I tried to make conversation: "Your boyfriend is cheating on you, aren't he? You should hit him." The woman gave me an unhappy look, but I didn't back down and continued: "My girlfriend is also cheating on me. I came to this internet cafe because I'm depressed and can't sleep." I thought that saying this would gain the woman's sympathy, but the woman retorted: "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute." I said: "Yes, I know. But not speaking won't get your attention." The woman snorted and said to me: "Why are you trying to get my attention? Are you crazy!" I said, "If wanting to attract the attention of a stunning beauty is a problem, then I must be the one with a problem." The woman was exasperated by my words and couldn't scold me anymore. She didn't respond to me, and I didn't know what to say either. We just sat there looking at our own computers for about five minutes. I kept trying to find something to say, but I really didn't know what to say. I felt that if I didn't say something now, we definitely wouldn't be able to comfort each other tonight. In a panic, I took out my phone, typed a message, and handed it to the woman: "May I have the honor of inviting you out for a drink?" The woman didn't hesitate at all, picked up her bag, and said, "Let's go." I didn't expect the woman to agree so readily. When she stood up, I was still stunned. Seeing that the woman had already walked several steps away, I realized that the woman had agreed. I quickly followed her. We walked side by side without saying a word. She wasn't very tall, only about 1.7 meters in her high-heeled boots, which was incomparable to my 1.97-meter height. Later, when we got to the front desk to pay the bill, I took the initiative to pay for the woman. Of course, she hadn't been there long. She'd barely spent a few dollars before leaving the internet cafe. The still-flying snow was hitting our faces, and the night wind was incredibly cold. I saw the woman shivering slightly. I wanted to take off my coat and put it on her, but then I thought it wouldn't be appropriate—we weren't that close yet—so I didn't do anything. The woman went outside and saw me following her. She asked, "Where's your bike?" I'd come by bicycle; I used to ride bikes to school back then. Instinctively, I pointed to my bike and said, "Over there. What, you want me to give you a ride? Aren't you afraid of slipping and falling?" The woman smiled helplessly, pulled a set of car keys from her black handbag, and pressed the key on a row of cars downstairs. Two "beep" sounds, and a silver BMW Z4 lit up! I wasn't just dumbfounded; I was completely, utterly, and utterly dumbfounded! I'd wanted to give her a ride on my bicycle, and she had a BMW sports car! I felt like I'd dug myself into a hole! The woman didn't seem to care about my ignorance. She walked to the sports car, opened the door, and while brushing the snow off her clothes, asked me, "Aren't you coming?" "Come, come..." I followed her blankly, brushing the snow off my clothes and head as well. We got into the car together. It hadn't been parked long, and the heater was still warm inside, so it wasn't cold. However, my size was too large for a single-seat sports car like the Z4, and it was a bit cramped inside. I don't know if the woman was genuinely considerate or worried that I would damage her car, but after starting the engine, she pressed the electronic button to adjust the seat so I could sit more comfortably. The woman didn't say anything, rubbed her hands together to warm them, put her bag on the back rack, and started driving. I didn't know what to say about such a badass woman, so I just sat quietly in the car, letting her take me wherever she wanted. But after about half an hour, I started to get restless because I realized that this woman... As she led me towards the suburbs, remembering the viciousness with which she had beaten that man earlier, I began to worry that she might be a member of the underworld. My heart pounded, and I feigned composure as I asked her, "Sister, where are you taking me?" The woman, hearing me call her "sister," gave a soft snort and said, "What, are you scared?" I said, "In the middle of the night, a strange, beautiful woman in a sports car is dragging me towards some remote, desolate place. If I said I wasn't scared, I'd be playing the fool." The woman gave a sweet smile but didn't say anything. I felt a chill run down my spine, wondering if I had encountered some kind of pervert. I quickly said, "Sister, let's drive back. I'll take you to your place; it'll definitely cheer you up." The woman said, "The place I'll take you to will be even more entertaining." I said with a bitter face, "Where? Is it hell?" The woman laughed and said, "Don't ask. Just sit tight and you'll see when we get there." The more she said that, the more panicked I became, so I quickly said, "Sister, please understand, I'm just a poor student on a bicycle. My country hasn't even watered my flowers yet; I'm worthless. Please don't overestimate me." The woman didn't say anything, just smiled and drove. No matter what I said, she wouldn't turn around. Helpless, I could only wait to see where she would take me. Another half hour passed, and the woman had driven to a remote place I absolutely didn't recognize. I looked out the window; the snowflakes were falling beautifully, but all around was an abandoned factory, eerily quiet. The woman made a turn and drove the car into a dark corner. I braked, and the car stopped. At first, I was worried the woman was going to sell me, and I didn't know why she'd brought me here. After she turned off the car lights and even the heater, I felt a strange emotion permeate the car. Snowflakes kept falling from the windows, large hexagonal flakes covering them in no time. I turned to look at the woman and found her expression remarkably calm, so I asked, "Sister, what...are we doing here?" The woman turned to look at me with a subtle, alluring gaze and asked in return, "What do you think? Why did you ask me out?" Her words made it clear.I swallowed hard and asked her, "Is there a place around here where we can get a room?" The woman replied directly, "Isn't the place where we're sitting a room?" I was a little dumbfounded: "In the car? This place is too cramped, isn't it?" The woman smiled faintly, took off her shawl, awkwardly placed it on the handbrake, and then, incredibly, straddled me. She sat sideways on me, like sitting sideways on the back of a bicycle. I'm already quite large, and with someone on my lap, you can imagine how cramped the car became. Fortunately, the Z4's design is relatively user-friendly; the seat can be adjusted slightly to create some space. Things have already progressed to this point, far exceeding my expectations. What could I say? I eagerly reached out to hug the woman. But the woman didn't want me to hug her. She pushed my hands away and continued to move closer to me. After adjusting herself several times, she finally straddled me comfortably. I leaned back in the BMW's soft seat, holding onto the woman's thighs, looking at her with a mixture of desire and shyness. The woman placed her hands on my shoulders, looking at me with a subtle, suggestive gaze, and asked, "Have you ever done this before?" I shook my head dumbfounded, "First time." Hearing this, the woman's expression became even more suggestive. She stroked my chest muscles through my sweater and said, "Are you good?" I was slowly getting into the mood, and from behind, through her wool pants, I wrapped my arms around her beautiful buttocks, deliberately thrusting my hips forward and pressing my already somewhat erect member against her, saying, "What do you think?" The woman smiled seductively and subtly, her eyes so alluring that I wanted to fuck her right then and there. Unfortunately, the car was too cramped, and I was pinned down by her, unable to move much. I could only anxiously try to unzip her leather jacket. The woman, however, was compliant and helped me take it off. She was wearing a pure white wool sweater underneath, the kind that clings to the body, making her two breasts, neither too big nor too small, very prominent. I couldn't resist touching them. At that moment, the woman pressed herself closer to me and gave me a French kiss. Her breath smelled of smoke, and so did mine, so the kiss wasn't very effective. But the force of the kiss was strong; we both took off our shirts, and the violent shaking shook some of the snow off the car windows. Although it was winter and the car wasn't heated, the atmosphere was so warm that I didn't feel cold at all. I held the woman tightly and kissed her passionately, while she playfully rubbed her breasts against my chest. I unbuckled her belt, slipped my hands inside her pants, and started playing with her soft buttocks. Perhaps because she often drives, her buttocks were much larger than her breasts; they felt like a lump of flesh, very tactile. Then she unbuckled my pockets and reached into my underwear, hungrily playing with my penis. My penis is quite large; she couldn't even grasp it with both hands. I think that when she touched something like that, she definitely wanted me to have it with her immediately. She pressed herself against me with fiery passion. I wanted to linger a bit longer, but the car was too cramped; I couldn't move at all. I had to twist my arms to reach her underwear. By the time I touched her, she was already soaking wet. Just a light touch to her labia was enough to make her moan softly, "Ah~" She bent over and stood up, struggling to move her legs, then straddled me again, placing her legs on the driver's seat. She laboriously removed her boots and pants, leaving only a black lace thong, which she didn't take off. I, in my haste, pulled my pants and underwear down to below my knees, revealing a naked, erect penis standing between the soft leather seats. The woman wanted me to take her right then and there. But I was a little reluctant. I really wanted this elegant and wealthy woman to give me oral sex. I pushed her waist, enticing her to kneel on the driver's seat. She knew I wanted her to do it without me saying anything, so she leaned over and eagerly gave me oral sex. I felt my penis being sucked by a soft, suction-like mouth. I leaned back on the soft seat and enjoyed it to the fullest. The woman was quite focused on her oral sex, which suddenly reminded me of my girlfriend. I wondered if she did the same to other men while cheating on me? In a moment of excitement, I grabbed the woman's hair and pressed her head down, making her speed up her pace. The woman was surprised that I was so bold as to grab her hair and press her down, and she looked at me with a particularly submissive and charming gaze, then quickly began to suck me. I was incredibly happy at that moment, and seeing that the woman was also leaning forward and quite tired, I helped her up. Holding her soft elbows, I pulled her onto me. The woman was finally able to be fucked by me. She straddled my lap, pulled her thong to the side, and carefully sat on my penis, which was almost bursting through the sunroof. My penis was nearly 20 centimeters long, and the woman couldn't take it after sitting down halfway. Her face showed unbearable lust, and she closed her eyes, moaning softly, not daring to sit down any further. I, on the other hand, had just begun to enjoy it. I grabbed the woman's waist and thrust upwards with all my might, shoving my entire penis into her honey hole. At that moment, the woman's head almost hit the sunroof from my thrusting, and she put both hands on the roof, repeatedly shouting "No!" I didn't care about any of that. You brought this to me, and now you're saying no? What kind of logic is that? I held her waist, using the cushioning of the soft seat and the car's shock absorbers to thrust into her again and again. She cried out in pain, like she was about to give birth, and tried to spread her legs to stop me from ravaging her like that. Unfortunately, the car was too small, and she couldn't escape me at all. The more she tried to escape, the deeper I thrust in. In the end, I completely pulled her into my arms, holding her like an iron hoop. The snow outside the car was shaken apart by the impact of our thrusting. The hazy night shrouded a violently shaking sports car, its engine humming softly. It was my first time experiencing something like that. Although the space to move was limited, it felt like I was sitting on a sex machine. The soft vibrations brought both of us to wonderful orgasms. Even at the end, the woman was still crying out, "No!" She felt my penis getting very aroused and I was about to ejaculate. She tried to push me away and begged me, "Don't ejaculate inside me, it's not my safe period." I didn't really want to ejaculate inside her either, but unfortunately, our movements were stuck in the car. I tried to pull out, but I couldn't get away at all. I managed to pull halfway out before I lost control. In my excitement, I thrust it all the way back in. My penis was at its thickest then, probably as big as a primary school student's fist. It completely opened the woman's vagina, and with a bang, a gush of hot fluid was released into her uterus. The woman was so overwhelmed by the sensation that she didn't care about anything else. She was still trembling on me from the afterglow. I was also infected by the woman's passion. I held her waist and, half-soft, gave her another orgasm. Later, we turned on the heater and rested for a few minutes. At the call of her wet lips, I had sex with her again. The second time was more intense than the first. The sports car almost fell apart from the shaking, and it lasted a long time. The second time, it probably lasted for almost an hour and a half before I ejaculated. I tried every possible position I could find in the car. After ejaculating a second time, I was completely exhausted, and the woman was even more so. She was too tired to move, so she just lay naked in my arms and fell asleep. I was so tired that I fell asleep too. I probably slept for less than two hours before the woman woke up and woke me up as well. We cleaned up the mess. A lot of my semen had spilled onto the leather seat, and it took the woman a long time to wipe it clean. After everything was cleaned up, we drove back to the city. She took me back to school. During this time, neither of us asked each other's names or even how we addressed each other. When we got near the school, as I was about to get out of the car, the woman, who had regained her composure, took out her Tupon lighter from her handbag, handed it to me, and calmly said, "Here, this is for you." I didn't take it, got out of the car without a word, and then leaned back and said to her, "Forgetting is the best gift we can give each other." The woman must have been stunned by my words at that moment, and she was stunned for a long time. I, on the other hand, had already left the sports car and walked away without looking back. My nonchalant departure wasn't to be cool; it was because I was a little cowardly. This woman's silence truly terrifies me. Society is too dark these days; there are some things I know I can't afford to gamble with. I hope she can really forget me.

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