A man's confession of his experience with wife-swapping, a victim of lust - Chapter 268: The Club Reunion 5_1

I suddenly became interested in Zhao Shiya, and we chatted the whole way. I don't know if it was because she was an editor and could talk a lot, or if she had a good impression of me, but we got along very well. She was very skillful in speaking, but she still couldn't shake off her professional habit of asking questions involuntarily.
I was also interested in getting to know Zhao Shiya and was happy to answer her questions, occasionally taking the opportunity to ask her questions in return. We chatted quite a bit on the way, and we gained a preliminary understanding of each other. She graduated from a media university, had been working for several years, and had only been married to Qin Wei for three years, even later than my wife and I.
But after dating for more than three years, to be precise, she told me with great enthusiasm that Qin Wei had pursued her for three years.
By the time we arrived at the club, almost everyone else was already there. There was nothing we could do; it wasn't just them who were in a hurry, but my beat-up car was just sitting there, and once we got on the highway, it wouldn't be long before it was left behind by the rest of the road.
Zhao Shiya didn't seem to care much about any of this, carrying her bag and in high spirits. This woman was indeed a good talker; even in the elevator, she kept chatting with me about random things. After arriving at the club, I didn't have that much leisure time; my mind was preoccupied with her fair, tender skin.
I had failed twice at the villa, but this time I couldn't escape. As soon as we entered the room, I grabbed Zhao Shiya around the waist, pinned her against the door, and freely kneaded her firm buttocks.
Zhao Shiya didn't seem to be in the mood yet, and was startled by my actions. But she quickly recovered and kept telling me to slow down and wait. The fire in the villa had already ignited; at this point, who could wait?
The weaker Zhao Shiya was no match for me. Taking advantage of her cry and resistance, I pulled down her skirt and slipped my hand inside her clothes. She was now in a bit of a mess, with me holding her thigh and kneading it, unable to move freely, and having to stop my hand attacks and dodge my mouth assaults.
My hand touched the bra again, and I tried to squeeze it. It was very soft, like a full-length cotton bra. Zhao Shiya was stimulated, her whole body tensed up, and she unconsciously exerted force in her legs, forcibly sliding out of my arms. She steadied herself and pushed against my chest, screaming for me to stop.
This wasn't a coquettish cry, nor did it carry any hint of feigned reluctance; it was a genuine rebuke. I stopped what I was doing and looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Zhao Shiya breathed heavily, realizing her lapse in composure. She straightened her clothes and apologized, "I'm sorry, I wasn't targeting you. I'm just not used to being so direct. I need to be very relaxed to get into this kind of thing."
That rebuke was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the fire within me. I understood her words, calmed down, and apologized, saying, "I was too hasty; I should be the one apologizing."
Zhao Shiya smiled and waved her finger, saying, "If you don't mind."
I suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly stepped aside. Zhao Shiya smiled gratefully and nodded, then moved towards the room. I let out a long sigh of relief. This had happened so soon after I arrived; I was a little disappointed. I had almost touched those mysterious breasts, but I had failed again.
After I calmed myself down and went inside, Zhao Shiya had already let her hair down and was getting ready to head to the bathroom. Seeing me come in, she blinked and asked, "Mind if I shower first?"
She recovered really quickly; I was still a little stunned. But that means Zhao Shiya didn't take what happened earlier to heart at all. I jokingly asked, "Of course I don't mind, but can we shower together?"
"Of course not!" Zhao Shiya immediately objected, then ignored me and went straight into the bathroom.
"Why?" I asked, following behind her and blocking the door.
"No reason, get out of here." Zhao Shiya pushed me out, but seeing her determination, and not wanting to cause another scene, I sighed and helplessly withdrew.
Still a little unwilling to give up, I blocked the door before closing it and made one last small request: "Otherwise, I'd like to leave the door open and watch you shower?"
"No, you were being indecent while dancing just now." Zhao Shiya slammed the door shut.
"Hey, that's not right. Who's in charge of the rules when dancing?" I sighed, staring at the door frame and watching the figure inside twisting her waist and taking off her clothes.
"You men are all so impatient," Zhao Shiya spat.
I chuckled; it seemed I'd been groped quite a bit back then. Having given up hope, I deliberately asked, "Can't we have a little fun? You chose me tonight, after all."
"Go stay where it's cool there." Zhao Shiya turned on the hot water and ignored me.
"Fine! Fine." The plan failed. I was powerless against a woman like Zhao Shiya. I can't say whether she's conservative or too artistic, but she loves romance, especially when it comes to love and sex, and she can't tolerate the slightest carelessness.
Perhaps for this type of woman, she would rather be surrounded by flowers than make love in a warm bed.
I turned on the TV and switched to the channel I watched last time. It was showing a short film featuring Yui Pitano; it was probably an internal disc, the picture quality was pretty good. Having been here a few times, I didn't feel out of place. I poured myself a glass of wine, added ice, and lay down on the bed to see if I could learn a couple of moves. I'll try them out later when I have the chance.
At first, I could still think for myself, but after a few minutes, I became so engrossed that I forgot to drink the alcohol that was right in front of my mouth. I have to say, the actresses in these Japanese adult films are truly something else; I don't know if they're faking it or if it's real. Their facial expressions are so rich, even their moans are so realistic.
I was so engrossed in the TV screen that I didn't even notice the bathroom door open until Zhao Shiya exclaimed in surprise. "Was that a big fuss?" I said, annoyed. "I thought there was a fire somewhere."

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