Last night, during our affair, she reached her climax for the first time.

Meeting her was purely accidental. In a NetEase local chat room, I was reading a guy's story called "Peacock," which was quite good. My lower body immediately started thinking about it, and my penis stood up like an iron rod. My hand involuntarily went to her. Just as I was panting and about to ejaculate, I heard a message notification. I knew someone had messaged me. I didn't want to reply; I was enjoying myself. But then I thought, what if she's a beauty? I should check first. So, I forced myself to open the page: Hmm, nice name, elegant woman. I liked it.

I'm a seasoned chatterbox, and I quickly learned about her: female (obviously), 28 years old, married for three years, no children, 172cm tall (a typical slender figure, which is my favorite), 105 pounds (wow, that's a killer figure, though I wasn't entirely convinced), a doctor, with straight hair just past her shoulders.

Most importantly, I actually got her phone number! I was overjoyed; there was definitely a chance! Her workplace isn't too far from me, only a half-hour taxi ride... The reason I know this so clearly is because last night, after we finished our business, when she was inside me, I asked her about it. She said it was her fourth time in a chat room, and the people she encountered before were all perverts (hehe, she doesn't know I was one too, because I acted so composed), always asking if she wanted to "do it" and how much it would cost per session, which annoyed her to no end.

Having this concrete information, I began my careful pursuit. I'd send her text messages every now and then, always with affectionate and tender words. Within a few days, I said I wanted to visit her. That day she was on the night shift, and I had a few drinks before driving to see her. Why a few drinks? To embolden myself, so I could have some excuse for doing something outrageous afterward. When I arrived at her office, my first impression of her was that she was beautiful. She was incredibly beautiful—tall, beautiful, and with a fantastic figure!

I knew I couldn't be too impulsive, so I chatted about all sorts of things. Later, I mentioned I was thirsty, and she went into the inner room to get me water in her own cup. I was secretly pleased and followed her. Her duty room was a suite, with an inner suite further divided into two rooms—a truly ingenious design; I have to thank the designer… I gently hugged her waist from behind. I felt her body tremble slightly, but she didn't resist. I grew bolder, and my hands became restless, slipping inside her clothes and slowly moving upwards… Her breasts stood proudly erect; I could feel their fullness and firmness even through her bra. I tried to unhook her bra, but she grabbed my hand, starting to pant, and said I couldn't do that, to wait a moment… Then she walked out. I thought she was angry, but it turned out she was locking the door. I immediately became highly aroused. After she locked the door, I immediately picked her up and carried her into the inner room. She struggled in my arms, hitting my chest with her small hands. Inside, there was a single bed, very short, a bit cramped for my 178cm height. But I figured as long as I could penetrate, it didn't matter how short it was; standing up wasn't a bad way to get in.

I gently laid her flat on the bed and started kissing her forehead and ears. When I got to her lips, I took a deep breath and kissed her deeply. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, accompanied by soft moans… My hands weren't idle either, slipping inside her clothes to knead her firm, full breasts… I felt my penis was about to burst through my pants, so I freed one hand to undo her belt. But she firmly grabbed my hand, preventing me from continuing. She gasped, "No, this is the duty room, patients will definitely come soon… and there are so many people in the hospital, it won't work…" I said it was okay, it was almost midnight, there wouldn't be any patients, but she still wouldn't let go. I continued kissing her, feeling her desire growing stronger… Just then, I heard voices and footsteps coming from the corridor. She immediately got up, straightened her clothes and hair, glared at me, and went out. I quickly followed her out, sat down at my desk, and picked up a book, pretending to read. Sure enough, there was a knock at the door, and she opened it at that moment. Two young men came in. I saw that they were covered in blood, their clothes stained with mud and bits of grass; I figured they must have been in a fight. She asked them to sit down and inquired about the situation. The two young men said they had fallen off their motorcycles. She gave them a quick check and said they needed stitches and told them to get some anesthesia. As soon as they left, I couldn't wait to hug her again. She gently pushed me away and said, "It's not possible today. They need stitches and a simple surgery. You should go home and we can contact each other later." I said, "No, I want to wait until you've finished your surgery." She smiled and said, "Don't be silly, it's so late. Besides, I'm really not feeling well today." I stuck out my tongue: "Is my period here?" She said, "Yes." I thought to myself, "What bad luck. Oh well, I'll talk to you another day. These two damn patients, of all times, it has to be now."

And then there's "Auntie, she's such a handful! Oh well, I could only give her a quick kiss on her beautiful little lips and drive home. Back in bed, I couldn't sleep at all, so I had to masturbate to solve the problem. Damn it.

Let me introduce myself first: I'm male (duh), 26 years old, not drunk (fully conscious), 178cm tall, 136kg, with an athlete's physique. As for looks, nine out of ten people would say I'm good-looking. The other one is severely nearsighted; he needs to get very close to see my features clearly, which would be considered taking advantage of me, so I won't comply. All of this provides me with absolutely powerful weapons for picking up girls. I have a principle for picking up girls: I generally don't pick up unmarried girls, afraid of being pestered; I don't pick up girls who are too young, they're not very interesting; I don't pick up professional sex workers ("chickens"), afraid of getting diseases; I don't pick up girls who are too old, afraid I'll break them down... Of course, when I was very young, I didn't have these principles; these are all lessons learned through blood and tears." This is just for your reference, fellow wolves. My first time was with an older woman, damn it, seriously unpleasant, and I still regret it now.

Anyway, let's get back to the point. Last Sunday, she texted me asking what I was doing, and I said I was thinking about her. Actually, I was drooling and fantasizing at the time. She said, "If you're free, come pick me up. I'm in a bad mood today, how about we go for a drive?" Of course, she invited me, so I ran faster than a rabbit!

In less than half an hour, I was downstairs at her building. A quick kiss, and she jumped and skipped into my car like a child. Where to go? I was focused on finding a quiet place. I'd tried having sex in the car before, and it was incredibly passionate; it looked like I could try it again today. We got on the airport expressway, then veered off onto a side road to a small river. Although it wasn't far from the highway, it was incredibly quiet. Plus, my car had tinted windows, so from a distance, no one could see inside. We stopped the car, and... Without a word, I sat in the back seat. That's the advantage of an SUV—you can go anywhere, and the back seat is spacious, perfect for a mini-vacation.

I held her tightly in my arms, my heart pounding. Her hair was so black, smooth as a waterfall. I kissed her little mouth, neck, shoulders, and back; she smelled so good, it felt amazing. I strictly followed a post written by a friend: don't go straight to the point, play it safe first… To my excitement, she took the initiative to unhook her bra strap, and a pair of mouthwatering breasts sprang out. Her nipples were already erect, like two grapes, and I unceremoniously grabbed them with my mouth and started sucking. My other hand caressed her other breast. I could hear her breathing getting heavier in my ear… Just as I was about to take the next step, she stopped me, saying, "Baby, I'm sorry, today is the real day of my period. I was lying to you the other day because I was afraid you'd make too much noise in the duty room…" I was really dizzy. She told me to put my hands between her legs, and I… I touched it, and sure enough, she had used something like Always padding... and my little dad was rock hard. I said, "What should I do?" She saw my disappointment and said, "I'll help you with my hand, and I can even kiss it..." After her efforts, I ejaculated... Then she got busy with work, and I couldn't get a chance to meet her. Yesterday afternoon, she suddenly said she had to go on a business trip and might not be back for several days. I panicked. I had finally waited for her period to end, and now she was leaving too! Was this going to kill me? I immediately texted: "Are you free tonight?" She replied: "You're not going to make me do it in the car, are you? I don't like that. I prefer a big bed..." I said, "Okay, I've booked a hotel for tonight, come over." She replied: "I'm so nervous, can you wait until I get back?" Of course not... After my persistent pleading, she finally agreed. I jumped for joy. You see, I hadn't had my period for a week, not even a vaginal stimulant. I was determined to give her the perfect experience.

I went to a banquet that evening. Those guys didn't care that I had an important event planned for the night; they kept pouring me drinks, but I gritted my teeth and refused to drink any more than four ounces (my standard alcohol tolerance is six ounces; any more and I feel uncomfortable). Around 8 pm, I pretended to take a call, then told them my boss was looking for me and quickly left.

Although we weren't far apart, I still thought it would be better to find a place somewhere in between. Firstly, it would be safer, and I wouldn't likely run into acquaintances; secondly, the environment there would be nice. I hailed a taxi, gave her the name of a hotel, and immediately texted her. Almost simultaneously, I received a text from her saying she had just finished and asked where I was. I said I was on my way to the hotel. She said she'd be there soon and asked if I could register for a room with my local ID. I was secretly pleased; it meant she hadn't booked a room with anyone else (men are so selfish). My excitement at that moment was just like my first date with a woman. Although we'd kissed and touched before, we hadn't actually been together. But soon I'd have her almost perfect body—I was so damn happy!

Because it's the off-season, the room rates were 65% off, which was great. Looks like this season is perfect for booking a room.

Unfortunately, there were no single rooms available, only standard rooms. A standard room is fine, anyway, neither of us is overweight, and we're only using it for sex, not planning to stay overnight. Room 209, the innermost room, good, so she won't be too loud and someone will hear. I paid, got the key card, and checked my pockets—only cigarettes, no lighter. I went out and bought a lighter. I quickly texted her the room number, rushed into the room, sat on the sofa, and patiently waited for her.

I'd only smoked half a cigarette when there was a knock at the door. To me, it was like the most beautiful music. I opened the door, and she rushed in with her head down. I stubbed out my cigarette before she came in, grabbed her, and kissed her passionately. She must have dressed up deliberately; she smelled faintly of perfume.

I'd smelled that pleasant scent in the car that day. She said she'd spent the whole day at the hospital and smelled of disinfectant, so she always showered and applied perfume before going out. Her hair was half-dry, vibrant and beautiful.

She was already limp. I carried her to the bed and helped her undress. She blushed. She asked me to run the bathwater. I didn't hesitate and stripped completely naked. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she really liked my body; she kept stealing glances at me… Unfortunately, the bathwater was very weak, so a romantic bath was impossible. I just carefully washed my genitals and that was it. Then she came in, wearing a bra and panties. The full breasts encased in the bra made my mouth water. The panties were even more alluring—black with lace trim, a few pubic hairs peeking out playfully—it was irresistible!

He knew I was watching her, and blushing, he shooed me out. I jokingly offered to take her clothes out, but she said, "Go ahead, I can get them myself." I laughed and backed out, pulling the covers over myself and listening to her showering inside. I thought to myself, "Why is she showering after just having a bath?" Later I realized she must have been touching her sensitive areas, otherwise why would she be so wet down there as soon as she got into bed? It was practically a vast ocean… I kissed away the water droplets on her body, kissing my way down her forehead. Her figure was amazing; besides my third partner, she was probably the best. A round butt, high, firm breasts, a flat stomach, long, slender legs… Her head tilted back forcefully, making her already slender neck look even longer. She let out a captivating moan… I kissed her while my hands roamed over her body, and soon she got impatient, forgetting her shyness, grabbing my penis and pulling it down. I mumbled that I hadn't kissed her enough, especially down there, but she absolutely refused to let me kiss her down there. She pulled me onto her. By then, my penis was rock hard, and I thrust it deep into her... After all, she was a woman who had never given birth, and her breasts were incredibly tight. Before this, she had told me that I should be gentle and slow during intercourse, that my penis was so big, and that she was scared... But after drinking, I had completely forgotten. Perhaps I had used too much force, because she suddenly straightened her back and gasped for breath. I froze, lying on top of her, and asked if it hurt. She nodded and then shook her head, saying it was okay, and that I could continue. I gently began to thrust... Her moans gradually grew louder, until she almost screamed. I was terrified and quickly covered her mouth. She realized it too, grabbed a pillow and bit it... For about ten minutes, suddenly her eyes widened, and she stopped breathing. I felt a violent spasm inside her; I knew she had reached the peak of pleasure. So I thrust deep inside her, motionless, feeling her passion and her climax... I felt my penis was about to explode... I lay on top of her, afraid to move... Maybe half a minute later, she let out a long breath, drenched in sweat. She hugged me tightly, as if afraid I would run away. Suddenly she cried, tears streaming down her face. I was startled, thinking I had done something wrong or hurt her. Unexpectedly, she said that in all her years as a woman, and three years of marriage, she had never experienced such a near-death feeling... I lowered my head and kissed her... After a while, she felt my penis still throbbing. She pushed me off her, turned around, knelt on the bed, and guided my penis back in with one hand. She encouraged me, saying, "Fuck me with all your might!" I love this position the most, thrusting straight in… Holding her round buttocks, listening to the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the wet sounds of our bodies merging, her beautiful moans, I was almost going crazy… Probably not even five minutes later, I heard her almost hoarse screams again, and I surrendered all my savings from the week… After the passion subsided, she nestled in my arms, and I lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. I found that post-coital cigarettes were incredibly comfortable. One hand around her slender waist, the other holding a cigarette, exhaling clouds of smoke, that feeling was truly exquisite. She said, "Baby, you must be exhausted, you're so amazing, I feel a little pain down there now…" I laughed and said, "After I finish this cigarette, I can make you feel that pain again." Her mouth formed an "O": "Really? You're really that amazing?" I grinned mischievously, "Of course." She said, "You're really amazing, baby, I've never felt so good before, it's worth dying for." I told her she was a silly girl (I have a habit of calling any beautiful woman, whether older or younger than me, a term that gives me a sense of accomplishment), and that she would feel better if I kissed her down there. She shook her head firmly and said no, I don't like it.

She said, "Baby, you smoke first, I'll go wash up." When she finished washing and appeared before me naked, my little penis immediately started to stir again. She lifted my blanket, lowered her head, and suddenly took my penis into her mouth. I was startled and quickly pushed her away: "I haven't washed yet, it's dirty!" She removed my hand and stood by the bed to give me a blowjob. My penis, which wasn't very hard before, suddenly became rock hard again. After a while, she let out a long breath and lay down by the bed. I jumped off the bed, hugged her from behind, and entered her beautiful body again... This time it lasted even longer, probably half an hour. I don't know how many times she had orgasms; her voice seemed a little hoarse from moaning. There wasn't much water left inside, and it felt even tighter. I gave her all the remaining "bullets" again... Afterwards, I was too weak to get into bed, and she collapsed on the carpet. I pulled the blanket off the bed and covered us both. We just stayed like that, neither of us strong enough to speak. I felt like my legs weren't even mine anymore, trembling and unresponsive... After a long time, she said, "Honey, let's go, it's getting too late." I said, "Okay, you go first, I'll check out in a minute." I quickly cleaned up the mess and found a large wet patch on the sheet. I covered it with the blanket and went to the front desk to check out.

The receptionist rushed into our room without saying a word. I knew she was checking the room to see if anything was missing. What really annoyed me was that when she came back, she had a grim face and said, "There's blood on the sheet. Either you wash it yourself, or you can't get your ten-yuan room key deposit back." I opened my mouth, wanting to say it wasn't blood, but how could I explain that to a young girl? Damn it, I casually tossed my room key onto the counter: take it or leave it! My legs trembling, I swung downstairs and left. Damn it, I don't have the energy to wash the sheets!

As I stepped outside, I saw her standing not far away, the wind ruffling her medium-length hair; she was still as beautiful and captivating as ever. I offered to take her home. She resolutely refused. I pulled her into a taxi, saying, "How can I not take you? It's so late, what if something happens?" But after walking less than 50 meters, she told the driver to stop. No matter what I said, she wouldn't let me take her home, saying I should just remember the license plate number and text her as soon as she got home.

Less than 20 minutes later, the text arrived: "Baby, I'm home. Thank you for such a passionate night. Goodnight, kisses!"

This morning, she boarded a plane to Guangzhou for a business trip… I've decided that I will never sleep with anyone else before she returns, and I will never touch another woman. I want to experience that crazy joy with her again…
[The End]

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