Beauty Walk - Underground Love

Published on 2009/11/29 by: Springtime Courtyard
"Dong...dong..." The school bell in front of the College of Literature finished its twenty-first ring. Before the echo had completely faded, I stuffed the pocketbook I was reading into my side bag, stood up, stretched, and straightened my clothes.
A few minutes later, Ye Ming walked out from the main gate of the College of Literature across the street. She didn't see me when she came out. She took off her glasses, breathed on them a few times, and took out a cleaning cloth to wipe them. The weather was slightly chilly today. She wore a deep purple-red long-sleeved knit top with a deep V-neck, a white skirt, black thigh-high stockings, and knee-high boots, giving her a youthful look.
After wiping her glasses clean, she didn't put them back on immediately, rubbing her temples, looking a little tired. I waved to her. Ye Ming squinted at me for a moment before remembering to put her glasses back on. Seeing it was me, she smiled slightly and walked over.
"Why did you come here?" "I just finished checking out the construction site nearby. I remembered you were here for class today, so I just stopped by. Do you have class afterwards?" "No!" Ye Ming smiled. "The professor is about to leave." She waved the large bag hanging on her arm. "If you hadn't come, I was planning to find a coffee shop tonight to sit and write something." She moved the bag to her shoulder and brushed her hair away from her forehead. "I didn't eat lunch, and I'm starving. Shall we go get some snacks?" Five minutes later, we sat side by side on a wooden bench in the small square in front of the student welfare center. Ye Ming spread a tissue on her lap and peeled a tea egg, while I opened an ice cream sandwich.
"Eating ice cream in this weather?" "Just reminiscing, and it's only a little chilly today." I pinched the skin of her thigh that was exposed between the hem of her pants and the top of her socks. "Some people are dressed even more lightly, and I haven't said anything." Ye Ming lightly slapped the back of my hand. "Are you listening to a lecture? So, I'm just going with the flow. It doesn't feel good to be called 'sister' by college students." "Big sister!? Auntie, right?" "Hmph!" Ye Ming's face hardened. "Girl, I'm a civilized person. I never lay a hand on you, so I asked someone else to hit you!" "You scared me to death. Hurry up and eat!" "You know this place well, right?" "No, the Electrical Engineering Building is at the end of Coconut Grove Avenue. I only come here occasionally to see Fang Tong." "You two have been together since college?" "Actually, no," I stuffed the remaining half of a cookie with ice cream into my mouth, saying, "You know, Fang Tong's grandfather and my grandmother are siblings." Since coming to Taiwan thirty-eight years ago, our two families have always lived in the same military dependents' village. So even my parents and her parents are very close, and we've been neighbors or across the street from each other whenever we move.” “So?” Yeh Ming put a straw in his mouth, sipped his canned green tea, and looked at me with interest, gesturing for me to continue.
"Anyway, we grew up together, went to and from school together, and saw each other almost every day until we graduated from high school." "Didn't you go to separate high schools?" "Yes! The boys' school I went to and the girls' school she went to, Green Turtle Girls' High School, were on the same bus route. Fang Tong was already very pretty back then, so my mom made me wait for her at the girls' school gate every day after school and escort her home. She even forced me to go to the same cram school as her. So, finally, when we got to college, our majors and class times were different, so we decided to stay as far away from each other as possible, and avoid running into each other if we could!" Ye Ming chuckled: "Why do you sound so helpless? Putting aside other times, during puberty in junior and senior high school, being able to be inseparable from a beautiful girl..." The other classmates must be so envious, right? I remember Sister Tong was the captain of the marching band, she was the queen of courtesans! I shrugged: "Queen of courtesans? If someone is in a bad mood, they might throw their smelly stockings that they've worn all day in your face, let's see what kind of fantasies you can still have about her?" Ye Ming "pfft" spat out his drink, laughed and coughed, and after coughing for a while, he continued: "So she's always been like this." "Hou Wenyong once said: 'Dwarfs also grow up from childhood,' that's what he meant." Ye Ming laughed for a while, took off her glasses, and wiped away the tears of laughter. "I think I can understand what you meant by wanting to stay away from him back then." Ye Ming stuck out her tongue and lowered her voice. "But Sister Tong told me that she gave you her first time in college!" "That's right!" I paused, and a lot of memories flashed through my mind. "Sigh, the past is gone, like a dream." Ye Ming pouted. "So you don't want to talk about it?" "Let Fang Tong tell you herself. I get sad just thinking about it." "Ugh, you're so annoying! The more you say that, the more I want to hear you tell me yourself!" Ye Ming gently shook my arm, deliberately using a coquettish voice. "Tell me! Tell me~~!" I picked up my drink and pretended not to hear her. Ye Ming shook for a while, knowing I wouldn't say anything, and stopped talking. She pursed her lips and pretended to be angry. I gently kissed her smooth neck, which was exposed outside her V-neck. "Even if you're willing to talk about this, it's not appropriate to say it here, is it? Or do you want to go borrow a megaphone first?" Ye Ming pinched my cheek. "Anyway, you always find an excuse to put off doing things you don't want to do. People say that those with a science and engineering background are less likely to be glib!" "Anyone who says that is definitely not a science and engineering student." "Ha!" She moved closer to my cheek and gently breathed into my ear. "Making love with you is so cozy. You're such a considerate lover." I smelled the sweet scent of green tea in her breath and felt a warm glow. I reached out and pinched her cheek, saying, "Well, you have to appreciate it! Unlike someone else, no matter how considerate and gentle you are, it's like talking to a brick wall." "You're exaggerating. It's not like that at all. Sister Tong is just too shy to tell you directly, so she expresses herself in other ways." "Well, her way of expressing herself is quite 'indirect'!" "His fighting skills and eloquence are comparable to Xiao Feng's." Ye Ming glared at me, stuck out her tongue, and said, "If you have any complaints, just tell her to her face. I'm not going to relay messages for her!" "Want to go home together? I drove here." Ye Ming hesitated for a moment, then picked up her bag. "Okay, let's go!" I started the car, and Ye Ming plopped in, pressing the "6" on the CD player. Mariah Carey's "Whisper You" filled the car.
"Shouldn't we change the song? We always start with this one; the CD is almost worn out." "I love it! The space for the last five discs is mine, what's it to you!" Ye Ming stuck out her tongue.
"That woman surnamed Fang said she gets to decide the first five discs, so what can I listen to in my own car?" "You can listen to the radio." Ye Ming raised an eyebrow at me.
"Hmph!" She gently kissed my cheek, and the scent of envy filled my nostrils.
"Don't make that long face!" "Sigh, gentle violence is still violence." "It's better than pure violence, right... Hey, what's wrong?" Ye Ming slapped my hand after I pinched her thigh.
"I was using violent gentleness!" Ye Ming pulled my hand over and bit my index finger: "You, you don't mean it. I think you're a gentle person from the bottom of your heart." She pressed my palm against her chest and said softly. Even through the knitted sweater and the full, elastic tissue of her chest, I could still feel her heart beating. My fingers began to wriggle restlessly.
Ye Ming pushed my hand away and patted the back of my hand again: "Can't you be a little cozy with me?
I was just praising you!" "Then you can put my hand on your cheek!" "Is it my fault?" Ye Ming patted my shoulder.
"You're not learning from her, don't end up like Fang Tong, beating up a driver on the road, okay?" "It's not that exaggerated, I was very light, not even a tenth of her strength... no, less than one percent." "Isn't the interference with driving the same?" A sly smile flashed across Ye Ming's face as she brought her face closer and gently breathed warm air into my ear, making my ear itch instantly: "Stop it!" Ye Ming didn't stop, she went a step further and bit my earlobe, licking it with the tip of her tongue.
"Seriously, stop messing around!" I protested. "If you keep acting up, I'll beat you up!" "Low-class!" Ye Ming laughed and scolded me. Seeing that I'd had enough, she went back to her seat and hummed softly along with the music. After a while, as if she'd thought of something, she quickly pulled out her small sketchbook and started sketching with a 2B pencil.
"Always drawing while commuting will only worsen your nearsightedness." "Don't nag like an old woman," Ye Ming's pen moved quickly without turning to look at me. "If you don't write it down quickly, inspiration will vanish in an instant!" "Can you always capture it as long as you have paper and pen?" "Not necessarily. Sometimes it's an image or a graphic, sometimes it's just an idea, vague and unclear. I can only describe it briefly in words and organize it when I have time." "Is this what they call an artist's mindset?" "Is it that hard to understand?" "It's not that I can't understand it at all, but my work relies more on rational thinking. I verify things layer by layer with logic. There can't be zero flaws, but I try to minimize them as much as possible!" Ye Ming turned his head and smiled slightly at me. "Illogical things still happen." Although I was holding the steering wheel, I shrugged. "Actually, it's not just 'still,' it always happens." Ye Ming pushed up his glasses. "That's what I like about you. Your way of thinking is very flexible, unlike some people who always think that reason can conquer all." "Is that all you like?" "Why are you being so unserious today!?" "Who started all this mischief just now?" "Hmph, drive your car!" Ye Ming pretended to be angry and turned his head back to continue writing and drawing, ignoring me. I turned back to drive my car, and before I knew it, the Miramar Ferris Wheel had come into view.
Ye Ming noticed too: "We're almost home, should we drop me off here?" "No need, right? Just drive straight into the underground parking lot." "It wouldn't be good if the parking attendant saw us in the same car." "The entrance is automatic with a card swipe, just don't take the same elevator up together." "Whatever!" Ye Ming turned her head away and didn't say anything.
After I parked the car, Ye Ming didn't say a word. I knew she was angry, and I knew why, but I decided it was best not to say anything. When I locked the car door, she was leaning against the door, carrying a bag, as if she was thinking about something. I stood next to her, our eyes meeting, both of us staring silently ahead.
"You know," Ye Ming suddenly spoke, "I'm doing this for your own good, not because I think there's anything shameful about our relationship." "Yeah! I understand, but... I just want you to know that I don't like this at all." "You silly girl... Rules are like that; once they're set, you either break them or you follow them. Don't do things half-heartedly." Ye Ming paused for a moment. "I've always told you, I don't feel wronged." "Yeah, I know, but I can't help but care." Ye Ming sighed, still not looking at me, but she took her left hand off the handle of the bag and let it hang at her side. I reached out and grabbed it, squeezing her soft, smooth hand in my palm. She pulled her hand away, pinched the back of my hand, and then gently held it.
"You know what? The surveillance equipment in this underground parking lot isn't very effective." "Really?" "Yeah, look, there's a camera right above us. This brand has poor resolution, and most importantly, it's installed in the wrong place, so there's a blind spot." "Really?!" "Of course!" I pulled Ye Ming's hand and took a few steps forward. Several basement pillars met here, creating a recessed space on three sides, each 50 centimeters long. The developer cleverly installed a monitor above this corner, but didn't arrange for another monitor to overlap with this spot. As a result, directly below the monitor, there was a dark corner where the monitor couldn't see and the lights were blocked.
Ye Ming and I stood under the camera, looking up with a mischievous expression: "Wow! What a great discovery!" "Yeah, I'm a genius." "How are you sure?" "Like this!" I pushed Ye Ming against the wall, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her lips. She hummed and returned the kiss passionately.
I aggressively thrust my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around. Ye Ming let out a low moan, gently biting my tongue with her teeth. I increased the force of my sucking, drawing her tongue into my mouth, our lips, teeth, and tongues intertwining.
I felt Ye Ming's cheeks burning hot beneath my palms, and the lenses on her nose fogged up with our breath. In the dimly lit corner, I couldn't see her gaze clearly, but I sensed she was aroused. I pressed myself closer, letting her back against the rough concrete wall. Her shoulders were pinned against the pillars on either side, her arms unable to extend, her entire upper body immobilized by my pressure.
Her firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I smelled her perfume, sweat, and the musty basement odor mingled together, creating a strange, alluring scent. My penis, even through my pants, became unabashedly erect.
Ye Ming realized my intention and struggled a few times, saying, "A kiss is fine, but don't do it here. Someone could come at any moment." At this point, Ye Ming had no room to protest. I slipped my fingers under her skirt, half-pulling, half-tugging her panties between her legs. I lifted my left foot and stepped on them, pulling the panties down to her ankles. Then, my left hand slid down her hips and lifted her right thigh, leaving Ye Ming's panties stranded on her left boot. Next, I lifted her left leg and swept them down her calf in one fluid motion. Before Ye Ming could even think, her slightly damp panties were in my right hand.
I stuffed the panties into my suit jacket pocket and whispered, "As long as you behave and don't move, even if someone sees from behind, they'll think we're just kissing and hugging. They'll never know that Miss Ye Ming is being fucked with her skirt lifted." "Disgusting!" Ye Ming gasped, writhing, but her voice lowered slightly. I know that sometimes such rough actions, combined with deliberately vulgar and insulting language, can be particularly stimulating for a refined woman like Ye Ming. But as she said, this is a semi-open space, not a place for any kind of flirtatious games.
While pressing her wriggling down with my body, I loosened my belt, pulled my penis out of my pants, and pressed it against Ye Ming's naked genitals. Our pubic hair rubbed against each other, and Ye Ming felt a little itchy and couldn't help but laugh.
Her hands were pinned down and she couldn't lift them, but she could still pinch my thigh hard: "Pervert, let me go!" I could tell from her tone that she wasn't angry, so I decided to loosen my grip a little and see what she wanted. Ye Ming got a little room to move, took a breath, stuck out her tongue, and reached behind her cardigan to grope around. After a while, she presented me with a soft, warm piece of silk. Even in the dim light, an idiot would know it was Ye Ming's bra. I opened my mouth and took the piece of silk fabric, which was filled with the scent of milk, into my mouth. My hands went inside her clothes and cupped Ye Ming's breasts, pressing her back into that small space.
Ye Ming groaned softly, lifted the front of her miniskirt with her left hand, raised her left leg, and grasped my penis with her right hand, aiming it at her vaginal opening. I took a half step forward and thrust into Ye Ming's vagina. Ye Ming let out a "uh," her whole body went limp, and her head drooped down to touch my forehead. I supported her breasts with both hands, supporting the weight of her upper body, and then bent my knees slightly, keeping most of my penis inside Ye Ming, using the power of my hips to perform short thrusts.
This near-vertical thrusting went very deep, and the impact was great. Every time I thrust in, I could feel Ye Ming's body twitching in my palms, and at the same time, her hands, which were wrapped around my back inside her coat, would tighten, digging deeply into my back muscles. I couldn't speak because I had something in my mouth, while Ye Ming was just breathing heavily. The two of us embraced and intertwined tightly in silence.
Just then, the parking lot elevator doors dinged – someone was coming! Startled, Ye Ming hugged me tighter, her breath catching in her throat. She whispered urgently in my ear, "Stop!" But how could I possibly stop? First, interrupting sex would cause internal injuries; more importantly, I was far more shameless than Ye Ming, and I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me by.
I didn't say a word, continuing my thrusting, but slower and gentler. Ye Ming was frantic, squeezing my back hard. I endured the pain, inserting my penis fully and slowly rotating my hips to grind against her depths. This trick almost always worked; Ye Ming exhaled a heavy breath, her grip softening instantly.
The elevator doors opened, and the other person jingled their keys, making a "ding-dong" sound, while whistling. Now it was a gamble to see where their car was parked. If it was near the exit, they wouldn't pass by at all, as long as they didn't make a sound. If not, then I can only hope that guy is so engrossed in whistling that he loses himself in it!
This tense atmosphere didn't make me lose my erection; on the contrary, it felt like my penis had grown larger, and the fingers holding Ye Ming's breasts increased the pressure of their kneading. For Ye Ming, although she was ashamed, angry, and nervous, in this situation where she could be discovered at any moment, insecurity and excitement were actually two sides of the same coin. I could feel her vagina twitching, leaking more vaginal fluid, and her breasts in my palms were also getting hot, the tips of her nipples swelling and becoming larger and harder, and the small bumps on her areolas protruding from the skin due to engorgement, which I could feel with my fingertips.
At this moment, the other person's whistling was getting closer and closer to the pillar where we were hiding, and Ye Ming's breathing became erratic. Afraid of moaning out loud, she bit down on one end of the bra that I was holding in my mouth, and her forehead was pressed tightly against mine. I could feel her whole body straining, her lower abdomen twitching incessantly. I didn't know if she was trying to resist the onslaught of pleasure or hoping for an orgasm to come quickly. But this tight grip made my penis ache.
To make matters worse, the other person was moving towards our back, apparently his car was parked in the back like mine, and he'd be passing by the pillar where we were hiding soon. I tensed up, and Ye Ming instinctively shrank back, perhaps hoping my body would completely shield her.
It was actually quite ridiculous, because her long, slender legs, clad in knee-high boots, were unconsciously wrapped around my buttocks.
Now neither of us dared move. In the dim light, the only things I could feel were Ye Ming's warm breath on my face, her heartbeat, and her constantly clenching pelvic muscles. Just as
the other person was a few steps away from behind us, his phone rang. He answered, said a few words, and finally said, "Damn it, I'm coming up to get it!" After hanging up, he cursed again, "Damn it, changing the agenda when the meeting is about to start!" I heard him shove his keys into his pocket and walk away, grumbling.
At this moment, Ye Ming and I still didn't dare to move an inch until we heard the elevator doors close with a "ding," at which point we both exhaled a breath of air. Ye Ming opened her mouth and cried out, "Ah!" Then, I also felt a sense of relief, and the semen I had been holding back for so long gushed into Ye Ming's uterus.
After a while, the trembling of our bodies subsided. Ye Ming twisted her body, pulled her hands back from behind my back, pushed me away, stood up, and hurriedly pulled down the front of her miniskirt that was still stuck on her stomach. In that brief moment, under the lighting of the parking lot, I could still glimpse the glistening moisture from her vulva to her inner thighs.
Ye Ming cursed, "You're still holding it in your mouth?!" and ripped the bra off my mouth. She pushed up her glasses, tossed her hair, and bent down to pick up the bag she had just thrown at her feet. As she squatted down, she let out a soft gasp.
I quickly asked, "What's wrong?" Ye Ming turned and stood up without saying a word. After a while, she held out her hand: "Give me back my underwear!" I smelled the increasingly strong scent of semen on her body, realizing that my actions earlier had caused my semen to flow out of her vagina again.
Ye Ming took the underwear I handed her, hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering whether to put it back on, but finally stuffed it, bra and all, into her bag. Then, with lightning speed, she kicked me hard in the shin.
I was in so much pain that my whole body went limp, and I knelt on one knee. This time it wasn't an act; the power of a woman's pointed leather boot is astonishing, especially since Ye Ming kicked so hard. After kicking me, Ye Ming turned and walked away, but after a few steps, she turned back: "You won't be coming to my place again today... no, not this week!" "Is it a week from today, or until the weekend?" Ye Ming was speechless, looking incredulous at my incredibly shameless behavior. After a while, she glared at me fiercely twice, then turned and left without a word.
I waited until the elevator dinged before standing up, rubbing my leg, and glancing at my crotch to make sure I'd zipped up. I figured my interruption had cut off Ye Ming's train of thought; she was still angry when she turned back, though her tightly pursed lips had relaxed… I headed towards the elevator at the other end of the underground parking lot, unconsciously mimicking the guy who'd just gotten in the car, and started whistling in unison…

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