One-night stand with a pretty female college student I met at a bar

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The story takes place last summer. It was a very hot day. One evening, I met up with some friends at a bar on the second floor of a newly opened entertainment center near my home. Of course, we weren't going to miss out on the girls there. As we were talking, I noticed a few young women at the next table, probably in their early twenties.
One of them was wearing a yellow dress and wasn't wearing any makeup. Judging from her eyes, she seemed like a simple and honest girl. As for what her companion looked like, I had no recollection of her at all.
What made her stand out was her naturalness; her eyes seemed to speak, bright and expressive. At that moment, I was merely making small talk with my friends, but my eyes unconsciously began to dart over her. Clearly, the girl in the yellow dress noticed me watching her. I smiled at her first, and she simultaneously gave me a look that indicated she understood.
My body language was directed at her, haha, her friends and my friends were still completely unaware. It was time to go up and strike up a conversation; I couldn't let the girl think I was a coward.
However, reason and repeated failures told me that I couldn't go alone, and I couldn't let my companion feel neglected. Otherwise, the final outcome would definitely be that my companion says they're sleepy, and then we both leave.
Meanwhile, I sheepishly continued my search for the next target. I talked to the friend next to me, and we immediately agreed (I guess he had been watching for a while and made a few subtle moves). Then I told my deskmate, and we went over. We simply and directly stated our purpose for wanting to join our deskmate, and the other person didn't refuse, tacitly agreeing to our request.
What followed was nothing more than self-introductions, casual conversations about life, and anecdotes from the surrounding world. Time passed slowly, and our group of friends left sometime during the day, apparently heading to the karaoke bar on the fourth floor. The hostess started checking her watch; the crucial moment had arrived (I would never be foolish enough to check my watch in front of her).
Unless the next activity had already been arranged (my biological clock tells me it's past 12 o'clock), when the woman in the yellow dress (I won't reveal her real name) was about to speak,
I quickly said, "Oh dear, I'm so hungry! We should get something to eat." Aside from my friend, no one else agreed. My tactic worked again; they were clearly hesitant, and I couldn't give them a chance to breathe. So I suggested leaving to find somewhere to eat. Sure enough, they didn't object and left! Looks like I'm getting closer to success.
We found a food stall, ordered some barbecue, and drank a bit more. Our mouths were greasy from all the food; those shiny little lips looked so tempting, I just wanted to pounce on them and suck on them! After we finished eating, we prepared to go our separate ways. I opportunely suggested that each of us take a gentleman home, which was perfectly natural.
I hailed a taxi with the woman in the yellow dress. When we arrived at her house, I pretended to ask if I could go up to the bathroom. She hesitated for a moment, then agreed. Yeah! She can't escape me today.
After entering and using the restroom, I naturally took the opportunity to tour her apartment. It wasn't large, a studio apartment. I glanced around casually, then deliberately walked into the bedroom, which was actually separated from the living room only by a screen. She brewed some Tieguanyin tea, poured me a cup, and we chatted while drinking. After a while, she looked at me…
It was as if she was saying I should leave. I couldn't let her say it aloud. I deliberately drank very slowly, until the tea was almost cold, the meaning of which was obvious: I had to finish before leaving. The offensive strategy was about to be implemented.
Her bed was large, covered with dark purple sheets and duvet covers—very sexy. She'd changed into a t-shirt and jeans at some point, and she looked sexy too. The jeans accentuated her legs beautifully; they were long, straight, and not thick—not the skinny kind I dislike. Her skin was fair and smooth. Her hair was loose.
Her hair was casually tied into a ponytail with a wig, draped lazily behind her head. Look at her eyes—they're what captivates me most. Big, dark, and bright, they speak volumes without her even uttering a word. Her thin lips, as if adorned with lipstick, curled upwards with a touch of whimsy. When she opened her mouth, two perfectly aligned, white teeth gave her a refreshing look. Her face shape was like something out of a novel.
Her face is oval-shaped, and when she speaks or smiles, two dimples appear appropriately on her cheeks. Her small, straight nose tells me she might have a bit of a personality, so I should be careful when making a move.
I put the cup on the bedside table and naturally half-reclined on the bed. Wow, this bed is so soft! She seemed to notice my surprise and told me it was a waterbed. From that moment on, I told myself that if I didn't spend some time with her on this sexy waterbed today,
I can't even be called a man. I started talking to her about her life. She's from Sichuan, studying here, 22 years old, majoring in art. Her boyfriend is a college student who studied in the US after graduating high school.
She worked part-time while studying, and occasionally sent him money and things. It was clear she liked her boyfriend a lot, but also felt somewhat helpless about the current situation. There was hope! A lonely woman! I felt I should embrace her with my broad shoulders, but she remained seated on the sofa. I had to pull her up with a little effort, but she eventually sat on the bed, a bit wary, I could sense it.
We still had to attack! I got her to lie down on the bed, but I had to sit on the sofa. It didn't matter; as long as she was in bed, I could go over anytime. Time was of the essence; I was almost finished with my tea. No problem, there was still another way.
I lit a cigarette. After chatting for a while, I naturally and almost imperceptibly leaned against the bed and successfully took her hand; it was so smooth. I couldn't care less about that now; in one swift motion, I pressed myself against her.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, her resistance wasn't as fierce as I'd expected. I grabbed her arms and began kissing her neck, ears, cheeks, and finally her lips. She obediently opened her mouth, and I greedily sucked on her lips, the tips, our mouths pressed together, our tongues intertwined… I no longer needed to hold her arms, but she was still a little awkward. I had to put her arms behind my back before she would hug me, but her grip was weak, and she didn't caress me.
I held her head in my hands, kissing her eyes, nose, lips, ears... I felt her arms around my back begin to strengthen. I tilted my upper body slightly, and my right hand (my habit) began to caress her breasts through her t-shirt.
She was wearing a not-too-thick bra, and her breasts were quite firm and large. She resisted a little, not wanting me to go any further. By this time, not only my hands, but my penis had already found its place on its own.
Wearing several layers of pants, I was already provoking her. Without further ado, I slipped my hand inside her t-shirt, touching her smooth, full breasts. Her nipples were still small and not very hard. At that moment, she started moaning. When my tongue licked her nipple, her moans became more rapid, and I felt her abdomen contract. My hand also tightened its grip; she seemed quite sensitive!
At this point, she started to restrain herself and insisted that I leave. I had no choice but to stop and say I would leave after resting for a bit. She fastened her bra and sat on the bed. However, I still held her close, occasionally touching her breasts despite her resistance.
I pressed myself against her again, this time without restraint, kissing her skin passionately, enjoying the gentleness of the waterbed, as if on the sea, engaging in primal passion with a seductive woman. When my hand pressed against her vulva through her jeans, her lower body twisted incessantly; her entire body had essentially lost its resistance. I slipped my hand inside her jeans, and she had no way to stop me. The pubic hair was just right; I easily found my middle and index fingers there. It was moist, but I could feel the warmth inside.
And I could accurately locate those few sensitive little structures. After kneading for a while, she had completely given up resisting, and her voice responded differently to my movements. I was able to completely control the rhythm and volume of her vocalizations through the gestures of my right hand. If I were an artist, I could probably use my right hand at this point to make her a successful singer or even a vocalist.
I went out to shield her from the final veil.
Shameful cloth, I also asked her to help me remove some obstacles. What a beautiful body, her hair spread out on the bed, her young body exuding a fiery aura. My little brother was about to explode, but I still held back, not going where it should go. Her little hand was on my little brother, she naturally stroking it. At the same time, I was also caressing her whole body, her beautiful body.
After a brief blowjob, the little brother entered the fiery cave, and she moaned and cried out rhythmically, her lower body making sizzling sounds from time to time with different positions. The cave wasn't big, and it was quite tight.
During penetration, it felt like a small hand was holding her. She mostly just moaned, sometimes letting out a soft cry, but never using phrases like "I want...". Rear penetration wasn't smooth.
She felt a little pain, so I changed our seating arrangement to face-to-face, allowing us to press very close together without hindering our kissing and caresses. She was almost paralyzed, her lower body swaying violently, as if trying to break my penis off and swallow it whole. I also vigorously squeezed her breasts; God had given her a great figure—her 1.66-meter height was just right, and her breasts were firm and elastic.
The one below was also very impressive. As I looked and thought, I lost control. I pressed her down, parted her legs, and watched my penis stretch her opening. I awkwardly thrust in and out, and she seemed close to climax, screaming desperately, her legs gripping my waist tightly. I abandoned all restraint and thrust violently. After a dizzying moment, we both reached our climax together. Her vagina convulsed, as if trying to hold onto the hero still there. I kissed her and caressed her.
A minute later, we were lying in bed, having used half a box of tissues, too tired to shower. After finishing a cigarette, I felt very relaxed. After chatting for a while, I couldn't resist the physical temptation and got back into bed. This time we could communicate our feelings while making love, and it was becoming more and more harmonious. For example, she thought I should go slower...
Or when it's shallower, she'll tell me, and I'll remind her where I think she should touch. Anyway, the second time was much later, and the entire waterbed was covered in secretions.
After resting for a while, I checked the time; it was already 6 a.m. The night had flown by. I should go home. After getting dressed, I looked at her reluctantly. She was still wrapped in the blanket, looking at me with those eyes, and said, "You're just leaving like this?" I seemed to realize something, went over, kissed her, hugged her, and said, "I'll just call you next time I'm back." She nodded, told me to close the door, and went back to sleep.
While I was waiting for the elevator at the entrance, an old man who was doing his morning exercise looked at me with unfamiliar eyes, as if I were a thief. That's right, I was a flower thief.

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