The girl came to this city to see me.

Although W had come to my city, we didn't have many opportunities to meet and make love.
I was busy with work, and my children needed my care. Plus, I didn't want my wife to know about our relationship, so we both tried to restrain ourselves and only met when there was a good opportunity. As a result, in the two or three months after she arrived until winter, we only met twice, and even then, making love was rushed; we didn't even take our clothes off.
One time, probably in November, I was busy in my office that afternoon when she rushed over without calling. As soon as she entered, she handed me a rectangular white cardboard box, about the size of a book, saying, "I have something nice for you."
"What is it?"
I asked, opening the box. It was a very unique wind chime. Six metal rods of varying lengths were suspended by thin ropes from a wooden board three centimeters wide, ten centimeters long, and one centimeter thick. With the slightest movement, it produced a clear and melodious sound, a very pleasant sound. I've kept this wind chime to this day; it rings every day in my house.
"Why did you give me this?"
I asked her.
She giggled and said, "Someone gave it to me, but I don't need it. I figured you're a useless person anyway, so I'd give you something useless, haha..."
"Who said I'm useless? See if I'm useful or not."
Saying that, I went to hug her and leaned in to kiss her.
She dodged my kiss, pushed my arms away, and said, "Stop it, I have things to do, there are people waiting for me downstairs."
I said, "Then let them wait, it's impossible not to make a fuss."
Saying that, I started to take off her clothes.
When I put my hand inside her pants, I found that she was only wearing a single pair of pants. I asked her, "Why are you wearing so little? Aren't you cold?"
"Not cold, who's as afraid of the cold as you, wearing so much?"
I couldn't help but admire how healthy the girl was. As I thought this, I continued to take off her pants. She struggled and said, "There really are people waiting for me downstairs, please stop it, okay?"
I ignored her, pressed her upper body onto my desk so she was standing on the floor with her backside facing me.
Knowing my domineering nature and that I needed to release my pent-up desires, she remained lying still and said to me, "Then hurry up."
I didn't take off my pants, but simply unzipped the front, pulled out my already erect penis, and thrust it directly into her vagina. Due to insufficient preparation, her body was rather dry, and I felt a slight chafing pain when I entered.
W was a sensitive girl; after only a few thrusts, her vagina was incredibly wet. Knowing she didn't have much time, I lost interest in continuing, and fiercely thrust into her for over ten minutes, ejaculating deep into her vagina.
She lay there waiting for me to finish, didn't even wipe herself, quickly pulled up her pants, hugged me, kissed me, and said, "I have to go, don't keep her waiting."
She was about to leave when
I quickly grabbed her and pointed downwards at my now limp penis. She looked at me, puzzled, thinking I wanted her to help me pull up my pants or zip up my fly, so she reached out to help me put my penis back in.
I reached out and pressed down on her shoulders. She understood, softly calling me a "big pervert," then squatted down, took my penis in her mouth, and used her tongue to clean the semen and vaginal secretions stuck to it. She then put it back in my pants, zipped it up, gave it a light pat, and ran away like a gust of wind.
Later, she called me, complaining, "There's so much filth! It started flowing as soon as I got downstairs, making my crotch all wet and uncomfortable. I'm so afraid of getting my outer pants wet too, and if someone sees, it'll be terrible. You can't do this again!"
I replied, "Then I'll just have to ejaculate in your mouth, there's no other way."
"You're so mean, I'm ignoring you!"
she hung up.

We made love again at one of her classmates' houses. That afternoon, it was snowing lightly. We agreed that I would accompany her to one of her classmates' houses to record a program tape. Because of the snow, I took a taxi to her workplace. As we approached the gate, I saw her standing in the snow, covered in snowflakes, head down, drawing patterns on the ground with her feet.
I told the driver to drive closer, but I didn't get out. I rolled down the window and called to her. She heard my voice, saw me, and ran towards me. I was in the passenger seat, so I gestured for her to sit in the back. As soon as she got in, she slipped her hand inside my collar from behind; her icy little hand gave me goosebumps.
With the taxi driver beside me, I was a little reserved in my speech and actions. Don't be fooled by how much I dare to say and do when we're alone; in front of others, I unconsciously restrain myself and don't show much enthusiasm or intimacy to my lover.
But W didn't care about any of that. She kept touching my face, then bluntly asked, "Do you know what I was doing while I was waiting for you?"
"What was I doing?"
"I kept writing your name on the ground, haha, look, I wrote so much."
Although I didn't say anything, just stammering in response, I felt a warm feeling in my heart. A tender image unfolded in my mind: a beautiful young girl, in a silvery-white world, quietly waiting for her lover. At her feet, and around her, the snow was covered with her lover's name, just as her heart was overflowing with her love for this man. Her
classmate's workplace wasn't far; the taxi took us there in about ten minutes. Upstairs, her classmate was waiting for her in the office. This classmate, surnamed L, was her classmate from her time at Southeast University, where they studied literature and broadcasting. Now, this classmate also works at the video recording station of a large company. Her
office has professional video and audio equipment, so W came to borrow some to make a recording.
But W was probably just using this as an excuse to spend some time with me, since her workplace has very professional recording equipment.
She chatted with her classmate for a while, then we went to the recording studio together. It was a well-soundproofed room, a dedicated recording studio, a "no unauthorized personnel allowed" place. Before they went in, L took a few magazines from her desk and gave them to me, telling me to take my time reading them while they waited.
I'm always rather reserved in unfamiliar places, so I sat there obediently, casually flipping through the magazines, not really paying attention, just passing the time. About half an hour later, L came out and called me into the recording studio, saying W was calling me. I got up and went into the room.
It was almost twice the size of L's office outside, probably around thirty square meters. Being the main room, it had large windows on the north and east sides, but they were all covered by thick curtains. Along the wall were rows of workbenches, recording equipment, and cabinets for storing audio and video materials. The floor was covered with black anti-static rubber flooring, which was a bit soft underfoot, probably to reduce the noise of footsteps.
W was sitting at her workbench recording when she saw me come in. She gently waved her hand, signaling me to be quiet. I tiptoed to another chair a little further away and sat down, quietly watching her work. She recorded a piece of music and a song, as well as some dialogue, all for her program. Then, she beckoned me to come to her side.
It seemed she had finished her work. She was replaying the recording to check the effect when she stood up to greet me and hugged me.
We kissed, and my hands began to wander over her body. She didn't stop me, still holding my neck and kissing me. I first unhooked her bra, kneading her breasts for a while, then fumbled to undo her pants, reaching my hand inside her waistband and immediately touching her pubic hair. Further down, my hand was wet with her vaginal fluid; it seemed she was aroused.
Without further hesitation, I turned her around and pressed her against the workbench, then pulled her pants down to her thighs, took out my penis, and entered her body from behind.

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