Can I borrow a light?

That happened during my senior year of college. Maybe because I was pretty good-looking, I was very popular with the opposite sex.

But one night, close to midnight, I got confirmation that my girlfriend had cheated on me
with someone else!

My mood was as cold as the weather outside the window, freezing the entire city of Jinan.

I was too proud to tell my roommates, and I couldn't sleep because of the frustration, so I went outside to smoke in the snow.

After smoking half a pack, I still couldn't shake off my depression, so I went to a large internet cafe near the school to play World of Warcraft to vent.

There weren't many people in the internet cafe that night, and I chose a quiet corner to vent.
After playing for more than an hour, the two people around me paid and left, leaving me with a whole row of computers.

Just then, a couple came in and sat on the two empty computers behind me.

I glanced over and noticed the couple looked incredibly well-matched. The guy was handsome, the girl was beautiful, and they were both dressed very
fashionably , like South Korean celebrities.

I wondered why people like them would be in an internet cafe. Because my girlfriend had cheated on me, I was feeling incredibly jealous, and seeing couples naturally made me curse them. While playing
World of Warcraft, I cursed the two of them behind me for betraying each other.

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 coolly
pointed and, in a low voice, yelled at him, "Get out of here! I don't want to see you right now!"

Without a word, the guy left, leaving the girl sitting silently in front of the computer.

I immediately thought to myself, "The guy was probably having an affair online, and the girl brought him to the internet cafe
to confront ." I laughed so hard.

I turned around and carefully examined the woman. I noticed she was ruthless, but possessed a refined air. I estimated her age
to be around 26, but her skin was still like a young girl's—fair and smooth, almost oily. She had straight, chin-length bob, and
her eyes were deep and cold, giving her a rational yet fashionable look. Her attire was also very stylish:

a short black leather jacket, a bohemian shawl draped over her shoulders,
grey plaid wool trousers, and high-quality pointed boots.

Having a woman like that as a girlfriend and still cheating—that guy really doesn't know how lucky he is!

The woman sat there for a long time without leaving. I turned back and played some World of Warcraft, but I couldn't concentrate.
My girlfriend's betrayal had deeply hurt me, 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 and shamelessly sat down
next to the woman.

Getting closer, I noticed how incredibly beautiful she was, like she'd had plastic surgery. No wonder she looked so much
like a South Korean. The woman was staring at the screen, lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to someone sitting next to her.

I felt pressured to approach such an elegant woman; several attempts to talk to her directly failed me.
Finally, I took a deep breath, pulled out a cigarette, and pretended to look for a lighter, muttering, "
Hey? Where's my lighter?"

My lighter was in my pocket; this was obviously just an act for her.

The woman still didn't notice me, so I boldly tapped her 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 chances of flirting with this woman were slim, but I still pretended to keep looking for a lighter.

Then the woman made a move, pulling a gold Dupont lighter from her bag,
lighting it with a "ding," and handing 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 a light, saying to the woman, "Thank you.
You actually have a lighter!"

The woman was still quite indifferent, ignoring me, but by then I was emboldened by the Dupont's "ding," and
I tried to make conversation saying, "Your boyfriend cheated on you, didn't he? Did you hit him?"

The woman gave me an unhappy look.

I didn't back down and continued, "My girlfriend is cheating on me with other men too. I came to this internet cafe because
I'm so depressed I can't sleep."

I thought this would win her sympathy, but she just snapped at me, "Nobody's going
to think you're mute if you don't talk!"

I said, "Yeah, I know. But I won't get your attention if I don't talk."

She scoffed, "Why would you want my attention? You're crazy!"

I said, "If wanting to get the attention of a stunning beauty is a problem, then I'm the one with the problem."

She was exasperated and couldn't yell at me anymore. She didn't respond, and honestly, I didn't know what
to say .

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. I felt that if I didn't say anything now, my chances for tonight were definitely over.

In a rush, I pulled out my phone, typed a message, and handed it to the woman: "May I have the honor of inviting you out
for a drink?

" Without hesitation, she picked up her bag and said, "Let's go."

I hadn't expected her to agree so readily. After she stood up, I was still stunned when I saw she had already walked
several steps . Only then did I realize she had agreed, and I quickly followed

her, and we walked side-by-side. Neither of us spoke. She wasn't very tall; even in her heeled boots, she was only about 1.7 meters, a far cry from my
1.85 meters .

Later, when we got to the counter to pay, I offered to pay for her.

We left the internet cafe after spending only a few dollars, and the still-flying snowflakes stung our faces.

The night wind was incredibly cold, and I saw the woman shivering slightly. I considered taking off my coat and putting it on her, but
then I felt it wouldn't be appropriate—we weren't that close yet—so I didn't do it.

The woman came out and saw me following her. She asked, "Where's your bike?"

I had come by bicycle; back when I was in school, I always rode a bicycle. I instinctively 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, pressed
the key towards the row of cars downstairs, and with two "beep" sounds, a silver BMW Z4 lit up!

I wasn't just dumbfounded, I was completely, utterly, and utterly dumbfounded!

I had wanted to give her a ride on my bicycle, but she had a BMW sports car!

I felt like I had dug myself into a hole!

The woman didn't seem to care about my ignorance, and walked towards the sports car, opened the door, and while brushing
the snow off her clothes, asked me, "Aren't you coming?"

"Yes, yes..." I followed her blankly, brushed the snow off my clothes and head, and
got into the car .

The car hadn't been parked long, and the heater was still warm inside, so it wasn't cold. However, my body
was too large for the single-seat Z4 sports car, 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 that I could sit more comfortably.

The woman didn't say anything, rubbed her hands together to warm them, put her handbag on the back rack, and started driving.

Faced with such a formidable woman, I didn't know what to say, so I just sat quietly in the car, letting her
take me wherever she wanted.

After about half an hour, I started to get restless because I realized this woman was taking me to
the suburbs. Remembering how fiercely she had hit that man earlier, I started to worry that she might be a gangster.
My heart pounded, and I pretended to be calm 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 taking me to some remote, desolate place. If I said
I wasn't scared, I'd be a coward."

The woman smiled sweetly but didn't say anything. I felt a chill run down my spine, wondering if I'd encountered some kind of pervert
.

I quickly said, "Sister, let's turn back. The place I'm taking you will definitely cheer you up."

The woman said, "The place I'm taking you will cheer you up even more."

I said with a bitter face, "Where? Is it hell?"

The woman laughed and said, "Don't ask, just sit tight. You'll know 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 was taking me.

Another half hour passed, and the woman had driven to a remote place that I absolutely didn't recognize.

I looked out the window. The snowflakes were falling, very beautiful, but the surrounding area was an abandoned factory, so quiet
it was chilling.

The woman made a turn and drove the car into a dark corner.

She pulled the handbrake, and the car stopped.

At first, I was worried that the woman was going to sell me, and I didn't know why she brought me here.

After she turned off the car lights and even the heater, I felt a strange feeling spreading
in the car.

Snow kept falling from the car window, and large hexagonal snowflakes covered the window in no time
.

I turned to look at the woman and found that her expression was very calm, so I asked her, "Sister, what are we... doing
?"

The woman turned her head and looked at me with a subtle fragrance, and asked me in return, "What do you think? Why did you ask me out?"

When she said that, I understood. I swallowed hard and asked her, "Is there a place around here where we can get a room?"

The woman said 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 put her hand on the handbrake, and then,
surprisingly sat on me.

She sat sideways on me. I'm already quite large, and with someone sitting on me, you can imagine
how cramped the car became. Luckily, the Z4's design is fairly ergonomic; the seat can be adjusted slightly to create
some space.

Things had already progressed far beyond my expectations, so what could I say? My heart raced, and I reached out to hug
her .

But she didn't want me to hug her. She brushed 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 her thighs, looking at her with a mixture of longing and shyness
.

The woman placed her hands on my shoulders, looking at me with a subtly 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 readily complied, helping me take off her leather jacket.

Underneath, she wore a pure white wool sweater, the kind that was form-fitting,
highlighting .

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 French 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 teasingly rubbed her breasts against my chest. I unbuckled her
belt, slipped my hands inside her pants, and played with her soft buttocks.

Perhaps because she often drives, her buttocks were much larger than her breasts; they felt like a lump of flesh, incredibly satisfying to the touch.

At this moment, she also unbuckled my belt, reaching both hands into my underwear and hungrily playing with my penis.

My penis was 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 her right away.

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 panties, and by the time I did, she was already soaking wet
.

Just a light touch to her labia was enough for her to moan softly, "Ah~," and she half-bent over to stand
up, struggling to move her legs, then straddled me, placing her legs on the driver's seat and removing her
boots and pants.

She was still wearing a black lace thong underneath.

I eagerly pulled my pants and underwear down to below my knees, revealing my erect penis standing starkly
against the soft leather seat. She

seemed reluctant to let me have sex with her, but I desperately wanted this elegant and wealthy woman to give me oral
sex, so I pushed her waist, coaxing her to kneel on the driver's seat.

The woman knew I wanted her to give me oral sex without me saying a word, so she leaned over and

eagerly began to perform oral sex on me. I felt my penis being sucked in by a very suction-like soft mouth, and as I leaned back on the soft seat, I fully enjoyed the experience. The woman
was quite focused on her oral sex, which suddenly reminded me of my girlfriend. I wondered if she was having an affair and
giving oral sex to other men like this.

In a moment of excitement, I grabbed the woman's hair and forcefully pressed her head down, making her speed up her movements.

The woman didn't expect me to be so bold as to grab her hair and press her down, and she looked at me with a particularly submissive and alluring gaze
, quickly sucking my penis.

I was incredibly aroused at that moment, and seeing that the woman was also leaning over and looking tired, I helped her up, holding her
soft elbows, and 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 already
swollen and about to burst through the skylight.

My penis is nearly 20 centimeters long. The woman could only sit halfway down before she couldn't take it anymore. Her face contorted with unbearable lust,
she closed her eyes, hissing softly, afraid to sit any further.

I, on the other hand, was just starting to enjoy myself. I grabbed the woman's waist and thrust upwards with all my might, shoving my entire penis into her cunt
.

At that moment, the woman's head almost hit the sunroof from my thrusting. She gripped the roof with both hands, repeatedly shouting
"No!"

I didn't care about her cries. You brought me here, and now you're saying no after I'm fucking you? What kind of logic is that?

I held her waist, using the cushioned seat and the car's shock absorbers to thrust upwards again and again.

She cried out in pain, like she was about to give birth, trying to spread her legs to stop me from ravaging her like that.

Unfortunately, the car was too cramped; she couldn't escape me at all. The more she tried to move, the deeper I thrust, until finally
I pulled her into my arms, holding her like an iron clamp as I fucked her hard. The snow outside was scattered by our movements.

The hazy night shrouded the violently shaking sports car, filled with the sounds of passion, in darkness. It was my first time
experiencing something like that. Although the space to move was limited, it felt like sitting on a sex machine,
the soft vibrations bringing both of us to wonderful orgasms.

Even at the end, the woman was still crying out, "No!"

She felt me getting very excited, showing signs of ejaculation, and tried to push me away, pleading,
"Don't ejaculate inside me, it's not my safe period..."

I didn't want to ejaculate inside her either, but our movements were stuck in the car. I tried to pull out
, but I couldn't get away. I managed to pull out halfway before I lost control.

In a moment of excitement, I thrust all the way back in. My penis was at its largest then, probably as
big as a schoolchild's fist, and it completely forced open the woman's vagina.

With a thud, a gush of hot fluid shot into her uterus.

The woman, having been brought to ecstasy by my ejaculation, didn't care about anything else and continued to tremble against me, still throbbing from the afterglow.

I was also infected by her passion, holding her waist, and half-erect, I brought her to another orgasm.

Later, we turned on the heater and rested for a few minutes. At her wet, inviting lips, I made love to her again
.

The second time was more intense than the first; the sports car almost fell apart from the shaking.

It lasted a long time; the second time, it probably lasted almost an hour and a half before I ejaculated.

We tried every position we could in the car, and after the second ejaculation, I was completely exhausted.

The woman was even more exhausted; she was too lazy to move, just naked, nestled in my arms, and fell asleep.

I was so tired I fell asleep, but after maybe less than two hours, the woman woke up and woke me too. We
cleaned up the mess

. A lot of my semen had spilled onto the leather seat, and it took her a long time to clean it up.

After everything was cleaned up, we drove back to the city, and 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 getting out of the car, the woman, who had regained her composure, took her
Tupon lighter , handed it to me, and calmly said, "This is for you."

I didn't take it, silently got out of the car, and then leaned back to say to her, "Forgetting is
the best gift we can give each other."

The woman must have been stunned by my words; she was speechless for a long time. I, on the other hand, had already left the sports car and walked away
without .

My nonchalant departure wasn't to be cool; it was out of fear.

This woman's silent demeanor truly terrified me. The world is too dark these days; there are some things I can't afford
to play with. I hope she can truly forget me.

—The End—

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