My girlfriend and I were having sex in the street.

Before I

found a new girlfriend, I maintained a lingering connection with my ex. Sexually, this girlfriend was my second sexual partner, but to this day, she remains the best one I've ever had.
After we broke up, she still frequently visited me. In her own words, she didn't love me. So, a large part of the reason she visited was because we were so sexually compatible and attached to each other. Looking back

now, I realize how naive I was. Because I was single and shared a room with several colleagues, and my workplace was strict about allowing outsiders in, it was difficult to even bring my girlfriend into the dormitory for sex, let alone just sit there. So, whenever she came to Changsha, she stayed at her brother's house and would call to meet me outside. Meeting outside was one thing, but what was most childish was that I never thought of going to a hotel—maybe I hadn't considered it, or maybe I was too afraid (because I often saw reports of clients being arrested and fined in the newspapers, and I was always worried about being arrested in the middle of the night). So, every time we met, we would walk around outside, looking for opportunities to take care of things outside. So one time, when I wanted her but had nowhere to go, I had to make love to her in a dark corner of the street.
I still remember it to this day; it was Shaoshan Road, near the provincial library, I think it was the section near Huxiang. There were many camphor trees along the road, but no shops. So unless you looked closely, you wouldn't see that there was someone in the shadows.

My girlfriend was a very strong and voluptuous woman, and even now, I still miss her enormous breasts. I'm so glad that one time when we were making love, she was naked and bending over to put her clothes down, and I snapped a picture of her. —As time goes by, many sights and events are forgotten. What enormous breasts they were! No man's large hand could hold them completely! And what firm and upright breasts they were! Because of them, any loose clothing looked like a tight-fitting garment on her. Every time we walked down the street, those high, firm breasts always attracted countless glances. While we were living together, another colleague of mine also got a girlfriend. The four of us often got together for activities, but because my colleague couldn't control his eyes, his girlfriend forbade him from hanging out with us anymore. Now, thinking back, what a pair of firm and perfect breasts they were! Over the years, I've had sex with many women who had given birth, and quite a few of them had full breasts, but those breasts had all changed drastically due to childbirth—soft, rough, covered with stretch marks like earthworms. But my girlfriend's breasts were smooth, full, like glistening, juicy apples, like ripe, translucent pomegranate seeds.

I can't remember anything we talked about that night. Of course, I'm sure I didn't talk about profound life philosophies or business strategies for making money, nor did I talk about interesting anecdotes about celebrities or my own ideals of striving for success. It was because we didn't have anything in common, we couldn't connect, and I felt we weren't on the same level, which led to our breakup. However, I still remember the entire process of making love on that dark street very clearly.
We became very affectionate while strolling down the street. By the time we reached Shaoshan Road, I had one arm around her ample waist, while my other hand was restlessly caressing and kneading her alluring breasts. My penis was rock hard, and I repeatedly tried to touch it with her hand, my mind anxiously wondering how I could make love to her.

She laughed and said, "No matter how hard you try, there's nothing I can do. We have nowhere to go, I can't help you." She never even considered that we should go to a hotel. At that time, my income was already quite high, but neither of us had any intention of making love in a hotel.
"Let's do it here in the shadows, okay?" I asked her.
"What if someone sees us?" she immediately objected.

I carefully observed my surroundings and noticed a storefront not far ahead. The shutter was closed, and there was a wide gap between the shutter and the sidewalk. Dense camphor trees blocked all the streetlights, making it so dark it seemed devoid of any light. Even if someone walked by on the sidewalk, unless they were particularly observant, they probably wouldn't notice us doing *that*. I pulled her to stand under the shutter and said, "Let's do it here, no one will see."
"No, I'm scared," my girlfriend said.
"What are you scared of? If someone really comes, we can just stand up and leave. Besides, we're dating, even if someone finds out, they won't do anything to us," I said, starting to unbutton her pants. Even now, I can still feel the wonderful sensation of my hand against her soft, cool abdomen. When she saw me unbuttoning her pants, she stopped resisting and held me tightly, making it impossible for me to continue pulling them down.

It was on that main street, in front of that dimly lit storefront shutter, that I pulled her pants down to her thighs, then took out my penis and made love to her. At first, she was very nervous, her legs pressed together, and I couldn't get my penis in several times. Once she understood why, she immediately cooperated, opening her legs so I could easily penetrate her. I was incredibly excited, holding her full, plump buttocks, thrusting into her relentlessly. While I was with her, I kept glancing at the sidewalk in the distance. Occasionally, someone would pass by, but because I was in the darker area, I could see their silhouettes clearly. This made me worry about being discovered whenever someone passed by. This tension, however, made the sex even more exciting, and I thrust harder, making loud noises as our bodies collided. At first, she was silent and let me do as I pleased, but slowly she started to pant, pulling my shirt down from my neck, her hands gripping my shoulders. Then she unbuttoned all my shirt, exposing my chest, and then unbuttoned her own shirt, pressing her full breasts tightly against my chest.

What a wonderful scene it was! We got more and more excited, and eventually forgot we were on the street. She cried out passionately, "Oh—oh—oh—!" Tired of standing, she leaned against the wall. This made things even easier for me, because the wall prevented her from being pushed back by my thrusts, so each stroke went deeper, louder, and more pleasurable. Later, she simply lay on the ground, and I climbed on top of her, my legs on top of hers, my hands grasping her breasts. In the throes of passion, I ejaculated inside her—my most alluring, full-figured girlfriend! During that

time, besides making love in the street, we also made love in the park. It was a weekend afternoon, and we sat in a secluded grove of trees, deliberately choosing a particularly large hawthorn tree. We hid among its sprawling branches, completely invisible from the outside. At first, she was worried about being discovered and refused to make love, so she gave me bananas. After eating bananas for a while, she became aroused, took off her clothes, climbed on top of me, and made love to me.

The most thrilling moment was making love on the lawn of the National University of Defense Technology. That night, after we made love in the park, she still refused to go back to her brother's house, so we sat on the lawn of the university, cuddling and sleeping. We hadn't been asleep long before we started making love again. Just as we finished, two security guards in military uniforms came. They kept questioning us, searching for evidence around us like dogs. Luckily, she didn't use toilet paper to wipe herself after we finished.

Writing this reminds me of the time I had an affair at my girlfriend's house. It was the first time I went to her house; it was winter. Her mother let us sleep in two beds, and my girlfriend slept with her mother. I thought this was normal in the countryside, and I fell asleep without thinking much about it. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, my girlfriend climbed into my bed, took off my clothes, and we made love. The feeling was both exciting and touching; we did it for several hours. During the process, her mother called her, and we stopped. She replied that she couldn't sleep and just wanted to talk to me. It felt incredibly good! The next night, it was very late. Her mother called her to go to bed, but she dawdled and eventually sent her mother to sleep first. She was worried that once she went into her mother's room, her mother would lock the door and not let her out. She imagined that after her mother left, she would kiss and caress me in the kitchen by the fire, and then make love. That beautiful and moving scene is still vivid in my mind.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye since then! Many times, I thought I had completely forgotten about it. Unexpectedly, after reading many sex-related articles on this forum today, they all resurfaced. This is a record of it. I wrote this hastily, without having time to calmly revise and polish it, and I feel quite ashamed.

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