Cute Finance Girl

That was in 2013. I went to work in Shenzhen, and I didn't have much to do outside of work. Besides playing mahjong with friends, I played games and occasionally chatted with girls on QQ. One day, I chatted with someone. Her profile picture was simple, just the default QQ avatar. At first, we didn't have any particular intentions; we just chatted to relieve the boredom of work. She was an accountant, unmarried, and didn't have a boyfriend, but she seemed quite interested in relationships. She got very excited when we talked about it, and we had endless topics to discuss. I'm married and quite knowledgeable about this area. Incidentally, I often watch Japanese adult films and occasionally some Western ones, but I always feel that Japanese films are more nuanced; they don't seem to end until the woman is wet, unlike Western films where they just start going at it, and the woman doesn't seem to feel any pleasure. I'm a man who cares a lot about his partner's feelings, and I usually feel guilty if we don't both feel satisfied in this area. So, when we chatted, I discussed this topic quite thoroughly, occasionally teasing her with words, which she seemed to enjoy. For example, caressing and kissing her forehead, face, lips, ears, and neck, slowly moving down to kiss her shoulders, areolas, nipples, and even further down to her lower abdomen and genitals. Every time we talked about these things, I felt she would react. She would send a "hmm," "ah," or something like "no," but I could clearly sense her interest. Sometimes I would ask her, "When I kiss and caress you like this, do you feel anything?" A few times she said she did, and sometimes she wouldn't reply. I asked her where she was, and she said she went to the bathroom. She sent a shy picture, saying she was going to wipe herself. I thought it might be a bit exaggerated; who's that sensitive? But after verification, it was indeed true. After chatting for almost half a month, I jokingly suggested we go to a hotel. She sent a shy face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but she sent me the address. Seeing this, I made plans with her, inviting her to dinner and a movie. She said okay. And that's how I embarked on a period of blissful sexual experiences.

For our first meeting, I made sure I looked presentable. It was hot, and after a long day at work, I was sweaty. Being a bit of a germaphobe, I took a shower in my dorm, changed, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and drove to her place. When I arrived, I called her, told her my license plate number, and asked for her location. She briefly described her outfit: an off-the-shoulder dress, black stockings, red sandals, and a small handbag. Even before I reached the location, I could see her from afar. If she wasn't attractive, I wouldn't have accepted the date. Being inexperienced, I hadn't asked for a photo when we chatted on QQ. She didn't disappoint; she was quite pretty, with long hair, a round face, and a few freckles—not many, just a few—but she wasn't very tall, probably under 1.6 meters. After getting in the car, we went to eat. During the meal, I kept praising her beauty and elegance. She was quite talkative. When asked why she wanted to meet me, she mentioned that a colleague had also met someone she met online. I guess she wanted to try it too. We joked occasionally during the meal, including in our QQ chat. Her behavior surprised me; she was very outgoing. Except for a few slightly explicit remarks that made her blush or playfully scold me, she didn't seem particularly averse to them. We both seemed to be in high spirits, finishing a bottle of red wine without feeling much, and then ordered another one at the restaurant.

After dinner, we gradually became more familiar with each other, and with the wine, we chatted happily. She probably doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance, as her face was flushed. It was almost 9 pm. I didn't intend to take things further, and since it was getting late, I casually suggested we see a movie. To my surprise, she agreed. This was unexpected, as it was almost 10 pm, and a movie would take until around midnight, and we both had to work the next day. So we went to see a movie together. It was "Breakup Buddies," and looking back, the film was really fitting. What happened in the movie theater was probably largely related to this movie. Once inside the movie theater, as the plot unfolded, she seemed to be getting a little tipsy. Sometimes she leaned towards me, and I felt a surge of desire. I slowly placed my hand on her leg, and I could clearly feel her tremble slightly, but she didn't resist. I became even bolder, caressing her thigh and slowly moving upwards, almost touching her groin. But I controlled myself, stealing glances at her. I could clearly feel her breathing quicken, and her chest heaving more. I teased her, asking if she was tired, and offered to massage her legs. She laughed and playfully asked if I had any ulterior motives. I said yes, I wanted to caress her, to let her feel my passion. She lightly slapped me, but still placed her leg on mine, saying, "Go ahead and massage me, make me feel good." I gently massaged her legs, from her calves to her thighs, pressing, stroking, and kneading through her stockings—using all the techniques I'd experienced at massage parlors. Occasionally, I'd slide my hand down to her groin, pretending to accidentally touch her vulva with my little finger. Her body trembled slightly when I touched her, or she would press my hand down to prevent me from making any more advances. But I couldn't control myself anymore, and I continued my vigorous movements, directly stroking her center. Slowly, her hand moved away, and her breathing became more rapid. Through her stockings and panties, I could feel some moisture seeping through. I touched it and asked her; thankfully, there was no smell, it was normal, just the smell of laundry detergent. I asked her if she had showered before coming, and she said yes. I quickly smelled her vaginal fluid and said, "(╯▽╰) It smells so good~~ Ah." She punched me. I teased her like this for more than ten minutes, and she became increasingly aroused. I gently said, "Let's go to the last row. Those who don't resist, come with me to the corner of the last row of the movie theater." There was another couple on the other side, also making love. I asked her what they were doing, and she continued to punch me.

After arriving at the last row of the movie theater, we completely released ourselves. I pulled her close, hugged her, and kissed her. She actually cooperated, and we started French kissing. Of course, my hands weren't idle either. I reached under her skirt, onto her thighs, buttocks, and repeatedly stroked her breasts. It felt so good, so bouncy. She hugged my neck and responded passionately. I said I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to go inside her. She said no, this is a movie theater. I said no, I was about to explode. She lightly flicked my nose and said, "You really can't hold back, huh?" I said yes! She said, "Wait a minute." I saw her stand up, look around, and thankfully, there weren't many people in the whole theater, just two or three couples, all of them being naughty. Our corner was a dark spot, with no cameras or anything. She said okay. Then she sat on top of me, and now my hands were free. I unzipped her zipper under her armpits and reached inside to touch her breasts. Wow, what big breasts! Definitely a C cup or higher, almost a D cup. I touched her nipples, gently kneading them, rubbing them with my fingertips. She got even more aroused and turned to kiss me. After caressing her breasts for a few minutes, I went under her skirt, pulled down her stockings, and tugged at her bra, only to discover she was wearing a thong. I suddenly felt excited; I'd met a horny woman! I gently asked her if she'd prepared this especially for me, and she said yes. I secretly rejoiced, glad I'd said I was going to see a movie, otherwise I would have disappointed her for all the effort she'd put into this meeting. I kissed her even more passionately, caressing her and arousing the passion in every inch of her skin. We were both probably quite drunk, and didn't care about anything else. She reached down to my waist, unbuckled my belt, pulled out my penis, and knelt down to give me oral sex. Oral sex! My first time receiving oral sex. Of course, except in those brothels, that doesn't count. She actually gave me oral sex. I was incredibly moved. I was even more grateful I'd taken a shower before coming. It was truly an unexpected stroke of luck. She didn't smell it, so she kissed me with her tongue, circling and licking, reaching deep into my throat. Oh my god, I was so excited I almost exploded in this kind of place. Luckily, I had a little to drink, so I wasn't so sensitive.

She kissed me for a while, and I was about to explode. To avoid embarrassing myself in front of her on our first time, I bent down and gently said to her, "I said on QQ that I would kiss your pussy, and now I'm going to keep my promise. Let me kiss you." She shyly agreed. Then she got dressed and sat down, but she didn't put on her underwear and stockings. I pulled up my pants, and it was so hard, so I had to make do with my penis, leaving it standing upright in front of me. I squatted down, put my head under her skirt, and pulled her down a bit, completely exposing her pussy to me. It was already overflowing with moisture. I felt that there wasn't much pubic hair, almost like a little white tiger, so I leaned in and gently licked her clitoris. This made her tremble violently. The more she trembled, the more I wanted to lick and tease her. And so, I used all my skills (from European, American, and Japanese adult films), employing my nimble tongue to thoroughly lick, press, penetrate, probe, and tease her inside and out, repeatedly. I completely conquered her. Her legs clamped around my head, her body trembled violently, and she made moaning sounds, desperately suppressing herself as she climaxed.

After she climaxed, I sat next to her, gently embraced her, and kissed her for a while. My penis was incredibly hard, and her little hands were restless, constantly stroking it. I couldn't take it anymore. I took it out again, picked her up, and thrust it in, making her sit on top of me. I held her from behind, and once again slipped my hand inside her bra, kneading her breasts. I bounced her bouncy buttocks up and down, thrusting in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. I brought her to another climax. But I still didn't ejaculate, perhaps because it was my first time, the environment, and the alcohol. By then, the movie was almost over. I suggested we find a hotel, and she said, "You're amazing." So, we packed up and left the movie theater, heading straight to a hotel. We

eagerly booked a room, and I told her to go upstairs first while I went out and bought a set. Then I went to the room. She was watching TV, and when she saw me come in, she rushed to me and hugged me tightly. I closed the door, picked her up, and put her on the bed for another passionate kiss. She was covered in sweat from the kisses and said she wanted more. I hadn't ejaculated yet, and I was still feeling uncomfortable. I said, "Honey, let's go to the bathroom together." And just like that, in no time, we were both completely naked, kissing and embracing as we went into the bathroom. Because we had booked a relatively high-end room, there was a bathtub in the bathroom, and the water was already filled. I asked her if she had filled it, and she said yes, explaining that she felt bad because I hadn't finished at the movie theater and was worried about me. Seeing how considerate she was, I kissed her even more passionately, and we went into the bathtub together. This time, I took the initiative, thoroughly admiring her body in the misty steam of the bathroom. She was truly beautiful—big breasts, a perky butt, fair skin, and a flush from the alcohol that made me dizzy. I sincerely praised her beauty, and she coiled around me like a snake, softly saying, "Those things you said on QQ have really aroused me. Every time you tease me, I get so wet down there that I have to go to the bathroom to wash myself." After our encounter at the movie theater, I already knew she was a very sensitive and alluring woman. I French kissed her all over again, lifted her up and kissed her vulva again, bringing her to multiple orgasms. This time, because we were in the room, she finally stopped holding back and started moaning loudly. It almost scared me, and I was worried it would disturb the neighbors. I said I wanted to merge with her, I wanted to enter her, and she said okay, come in quickly, her sister missed her brother so much. I said I'd get a condom, but she said no need, her period had just ended, this was comfortable. So we started having sex in the bathroom. This time I put her next to the tub, made her bend over, and thrust in from behind, pumping in and out, her big breasts bouncing back and forth, accompanied by squelching sounds, the whole atmosphere was one of pure pleasure. Finally, after half an hour, I was about to release completely, thrusting deep inside her, spurting my semen into her, and she reached her climax with each thrust, letting out a cry and collapsing. I held her waist tightly, keeping my penis pressed against her clitoris. So good!

After a few minutes, we showered, moved to bed, covered ourselves with the covers, and caressed each other, whispering sweet nothings. I don't know what happened, but I found myself starting to like her. I asked if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, and she said no. She said she liked me, especially in that area; I was surprisingly good. I had completely conquered her. We talked for about an hour, our love flowing, and then we made love again, it was past 3 a.m. I said, "Why are you so horny?" She said that because of the environment, there were no men in the finance department, only women, and she didn't have a boyfriend, and hadn't found one yet. She had once watched a Japanese adult film and was amazed by the scenes, and longed for them. It just so happened that I was talking to her and used some of the actions from the film, which made her yearn for it. Today, it was both accidental and inevitable that she succumbed. Her outfit tonight was also something she'd seen in the movie. Then she pulled a pink see-through top out of her bag. I said, "Why don't her bra and thong match?" Turns out, she'd put them in her bag. Then she dressed me and continued to tease me. We did it a third time, and we were both exhausted. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Afterwards, we kept in touch and met two or three times a week. This relationship lasted for six months. Then, because of work, I changed my phone number and we lost contact. Looking back now, it's such a pity. I think I fell in love with her. Writing this is just a way to console my longing for her.

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