The most successful beach romance

The unknown world and unfamiliar things can be frightening, but for unfamiliar women, and for many male fans, they represent an even deeper level of stimulation. From the moment I first encountered erotic literature, I was drawn to numerous stories about perverts on public buses. Actually, what initially led me into this fantasy was a film about perverts on public buses made by a director many years ago. Since then, I can't help but observe the women on the bus every time I ride it. Of course, over the years I've also personally experienced a lot of bus harassment. But today I'm sharing another kind of stimulation I found – hunting for women at bathhouses. (My bus experiences will be shared in future articles, please support me!) I live in a coastal city: Qingdao. And the place I stayed was only seven or eight miles from the beach, usually less than half an hour by bus. Qingdao's beaches are quite famous throughout China, and every summer people from all over the country can find them there. But we locals don't go to the beach during the day. First, the sun is too strong during the day; after playing at the beach for a while, you often find your skin peeling off. Second, we're all at work during the day and generally don't have time to go. Third, the seawater is too cold during the day; the temperature difference is too great if you go in. So, in my opinion, only people from other places go to the beach during the day. Those who don't go to the beach often might wonder: are there people there at night? I can tell you with certainty: in hot weather, the number of people at night is at least 1.5 times that of the daytime, at least that's the case on Qingdao's beaches. Okay, with that simple background information, let's begin today's story, which is based on my own personal experience. In the summer of 2009, it was hard to find a more sweltering day. The temperature wasn't high, but the whole world felt like it was covered in a layer of mush. Even the wind seemed to carry a dampness, and the sweat on my body clung to me, barely evaporating. Wiping myself with a towel dampened with cool water felt like peeling off a layer of skin, but the sticky feeling would return within two minutes. Finally, after enduring until dark, my colleague and I rode our motorcycles all the way to the beach. As expected, it was packed with people. The cars along the beach were jammed together, and we couldn't even get onto the road leading to the beach. We parked our motorcycles and walked in. Every time I walk to the beach, seeing all the bikinis along the way gives me a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze. Here you'll see all kinds of women, with different looks and figures—more than you'd see in any adult forum's pictures. Most of them are wearing bikinis, barely covering their breasts, swaying their hips as they brush past you. Occasionally, you'll even see a few women in casual clothes, not wearing swimsuits at all, giving you real-life, wet-clothed women. Basically, you'll see everything imaginable. I bet many inland guys are already deeply regretting their birthplace at this point. Hehe. But as an experienced womanizer, you absolutely cannot let beauty blind you. We're here to hunt for women, not to look at pretty girls. Know your place. Remember, the people swimming with you aren't the pretty girls coming towards you and leaving. Keep your eyes peeled, assess the situation, and finally find a lone girl. Judging from the indifferent expressions around her, she probably doesn't have any companions. Having found my target, I followed closely behind her. We changed clothes not far from her and then walked into the sea together. I observed her figure from behind; she was about 165cm tall, wearing a two-piece camouflage swimsuit, a bit thin, but from behind, her buttocks were plump and perky. Her hair was clearly straightened and tied up, her small ponytail bouncing as she walked. Her buttocks didn't sway much—a cute butt. She walked into the sea. The water was clearly a bit cold; she flinched slightly as it splashed on her, but then a large wave soaked her lower body. I then noticed that the waves were quite big today, perfect for my plan. I followed her in a meter or two, and another large wave pushed her towards me. I reached my foot underwater and touched her leg. Because of the seawater, her skin felt very slippery. Because there were so many people in the sea, she didn't even notice me; she just... She was playing in the water, and it was obvious she wasn't a very good swimmer. She stopped when the water reached her chest, just splashing around. I stayed a meter or two behind her, waiting for another big wave. The opportunity came quickly. I saw a dark line slowly moving to the side in the deep water—a sign of an approaching wave. I took a deep breath, assumed a horse stance underwater, and when the wave came, instead of being pushed away, I was pushed a few steps further in. At that moment, I felt her body being tossed about by the waves like a leaf, drifting towards me. Fellow wolves, the opportunity has arrived! I held my breath and lunged forward, my body enveloped in her embrace. I could feel her frantically struggling in the waves, and I pretended to be flustered too, my hands, though seemingly panicked, actually premeditated, embracing her. One hand naturally squeezed her breast; her firm, elastic breasts were delightful to hold. At the same time, feeling her youthful, vibrant body writhing in my arms, my penis was already hard. I gripped her waist and vigorously rubbed and kneaded my penis against her buttocks. At this moment, you must be bold yet careful, because the waves are large and it's dark; she won't be able to see who it is, so don't worry. Besides, the sound of the waves and the thousands of... Amidst the merriment of tens of thousands, her shouts were futile, so the usual probing and groping techniques used on buses could be skipped. I had to seize those ten-odd seconds when the big wave hit, doing everything I could. My penis throbbed a few times between her buttocks, and after the wave subsided, I dove away, surfacing to find her still playing in the water, completely unfazed. This is normal; there are many perverts in the sea, and almost every woman experiences this kind of harassment, becoming accustomed to it. I slowly circled back to her side, and another wave came. Just like last time, I didn't move, and as she anticipated, she was hit on top of me again. (The best and most complete resources are all at Nini Lu.)I groped her all over, but this time I didn't panic. After the wave subsided, I stood there innocently and softly asked her, "Are you alright? The waves were a bit big today." She replied somewhat flusteredly, "Yes, I'm sorry," and then ran off. I watched her go to the shark net rope and grab it. There were many people on the rope, most of whom couldn't swim. I shamelessly moved closer to her and grabbed the shark net rope as well. This time, I wasn't afraid of the waves because I was holding onto the rope. I stood close to her, one hand on the rope, the other hand underwater. After dark, you couldn't see anything underwater. Slowly, taking advantage of a wave's movement, I leaned closer to her, intending to touch her buttocks with the back of my hand. However, I discovered I had actually touched her pubic area. It turned out she was holding onto the rope, her body floating on the surface. A bit surprised, I quickly moved my hand away. She didn't seem to react to the water's movement, so I placed my hand very close to her body, using the waves to gently touch her skin with the back of my hand. After a few minutes, noticing she still didn't react, I grew bolder. I raised my hand and placed it on her hip. As mentioned before, she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, so there was no clothing around her waist, meaning my hand was directly on her body. She still gripped the rope, her beautiful legs flailing about, unmoved by my teasing. My hand slowly moved, my entire palm covering her pert buttocks—what a beautiful, elastic bottom! The taut flesh bounced back against my hand. She was only wearing a swimsuit with no underwear underneath; the thin fabric couldn't conceal her sensuality at all. I extended my index finger and teased her cleft. Her buttocks were as full as I had observed, with a deep cleft that gripped my finger. She seemed to react slightly, glancing in my direction before quickly turning her head away. I concluded she was a shy, inexperienced girl, and this emboldened me. I deftly pulled her swim trunks to one side and pressed my fingertips directly onto her anus, rhythmically stroking her little buttock. At this point, I could see she was frightened and wanted to break free. I turned and pulled her into my arms. Let me emphasize again, among thousands of people, you don't need to worry about her screaming or any heroes showing up. There are at least eight hundred to a thousand couples embracing each other in the entire bathhouse, so there's absolutely no danger in you holding her like this. She resignedly let me hold her in my arms, but she didn't dare to say a word of resistance. To anyone else, we looked like a normal couple. She curled up in my arms, her cute little bottom pressed right against my penis. I held her waist and used the head of my penis to pull her swim trunks to one side, pressing the head of my penis against her deep butt crack. The seawater was a natural lubricant, and I began to thrust in and out of her butt crack, the tip of my penis constantly hitting her little anus. She shrank into my arms like a frightened rabbit, not daring to move. I freed one hand and slipped it inside her swim trunks, stroking her pubic hair. It wasn't very thick, a bit sparse. When I touched her lower, she desperately squeezed her legs together. I'm not a violent person, nor do I like violence, but her pitiful appearance filled me with a desire to conquer. I couldn't help but lower my head and whisper in her ear, "Cooperate with me a little, or I'll tear your swim trunks." She was already under a lot of psychological pressure, and my words completely broke her down. I felt her legs weakly part. I inserted my fingers into her vagina; because of the seawater, I couldn't tell if she was wet. But it went in easily, and I could feel her vagina contracting forcefully. But all of this was in vain. I thrust my fingers in and out for about a minute, and I felt her contracted vagina slowly relax; she must be feeling something now. I thought, since things have come to this, I might as well go all the way. I turned her body around so she was facing me, and I deliberately said loudly, "Come on, wife, let me hug you." Actually, I said this to the people next to us. I hugged her tightly, feeling her breasts pressing against my chest, feeling her buttocks being kneaded in my hands, feeling my penis pressing against her mound-like labia. I grabbed her and practically dragged her to a secluded spot. Only then did she utter her first words: "Please, brother, let me go." I deliberately pulled her hand forcefully to my penis, saying fiercely, "No way, let me have a go." She gripped my penis tightly, refusing to let go. I ignored her, turning her back to me and penetrating her from behind. Having sex in seawater for the first time should have caused vaginal infections, but I didn't care. It was obvious she wasn't a virgin, but she was still very tight. Perhaps due to nervousness, her body was stiff throughout the entire process. Having sex in the water was exhausting, the positions were awkward, and there was little pleasure. You also had to avoid being noticed, so you couldn't move too much. I penetrated her like that for over half an hour, without any pleasure or ejaculation. Eventually, I even felt it wasn't very interesting anymore, so I said to her, "Okay, you can go now." She looked at me in surprise, as if she didn't quite believe me. Haha, I said, "You probably didn't get much pleasure from it either, it wasn't very fun." Only after getting my definite answer did she hurriedly walk away. I've harassed countless women on the beach, but in all these years, I've only actually penetrated this one. It seems I wasn't very successful; I used both threats and inducements, but I still didn't get any pleasure. However, the process of harassing her was quite exciting, so I'm writing it down to share with everyone.

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