Driver Lao Zhao's Romantic Encounter

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The oppressive heat of summer dissipated from the air; autumn had arrived.

A drowsy feeling lingered in the post-lunch air, a lazy atmosphere permeating every crack in the bricks and every clump of neglected weeds of this community on the city's edge.

Sunlight dappled the old red-brick buildings, and the occasional bark of a dog echoed from the depths of the community, as if not only the wind had stopped, but time itself had stood still.

A stocky man emerged from the stairwell, his face greasy and radiant with satisfaction.

His still-flushed face bore the marks of years spent living in his rural hometown; years of sun exposure had made his skin dark and dry, and his small eyes were adept at concealing all emotions.

Old Zhao stopped before stepping out of the building, tightening his belt with his rough, calloused hands—all this had to be done discreetly. He could drive a black cab to take children to school in this community, or help old ladies carry rice and flour, acting as a model resident, but he absolutely could not be discovered sleeping with a woman in this old neighborhood.

A window on the third floor suddenly opened, just as Old Zhao stepped out of the building, as if everything was perfectly timed.

A woman, her pajamas half-slung over her shoulder, her ample breasts straining against the fabric. Light shone on her half-exposed breasts and cleavage, making her skin appear incredibly soft, a thin layer of sweat clinging to her body. Her loosely curled hair was styled into a bun, and she leaned forward, letting the stray strands fall freely.

The woman smiled at Old Zhao, playfully muttering something, and tossed a pair of red silk panties down the stairs.

Seeing no one around, Old Zhao quickly grabbed the panties from the ground, stuffed them into his pocket, waved them up, and left without looking back.

With this treasure, Old Zhao felt a surge of pleasure, a delightful sensation.

These red silk panties were like an aphrodisiac for him; every day he could secretly hide in his corner, wrapping himself in his red erotic dreams to ecstasy.

The woman's name was Liu Ying. The younger neighbors called her Sister Ying, but everyone knew the true nature of her.

Sister Ying had lived in the community for many years, and every man who entered her home, from childhood to old age, had been her boyfriend. She doted on each of them, and rumors circulated that her overly seductive nature led her husbands to succumb to her charms and leave her. Sister Ying

was in her early forties. Her face wasn't particularly striking; her skin couldn't compare to that of a woman in her twenties, but it was still fair and smooth. She had slender eyebrows, crescent-shaped eyes, and slightly full lips, which, when made up, made her quite attractive.

Sister Ying's body was voluptuous and supple, the most admired feature of the men who adored her.

This woman, well past forty, seemed constantly consumed by her desires, sensitive and moist. She often let her boyfriends have their way with her eyes half-closed, drowsily enjoying the repeated penetration of her body. The men derive pleasure from the satisfaction of her desires from her face; every subtle touch brought her lewd enjoyment.

Old Zhao and Sister Ying met a month ago.

It was initially just a typical unlicensed taxi driver-passenger relationship; Sister Ying was going out late at night to meet someone at a small hotel in the city.

Old Zhao never dared to ask or even think about who she was meeting.

That night, Sister Ying was dressed very fashionably. Old Zhao knew she was a notorious woman in the neighborhood, and thought it wouldn't hurt to glance at her a few more times.

Sister Ying's body seemed to have a certain allure; she wore a low-cut, form-fitting, dark silver sleeveless dress, revealing her high, firm breasts. The dress was very short, and when she sat down, her back was completely exposed.

Sister Ying wore heavy makeup and looked to be around 30 years old. Old Zhao started to feel aroused, his eyes involuntarily darting towards Sister Ying. Sweat poured down his face, and Old Zhao's body began to react.

To cool himself down, Old Zhao turned the air conditioning to its lowest setting and kept blowing it on his face.

Suddenly, Old Zhao noticed that Sister Ying's face was red, and she was awkwardly covering herself with her hands. Old Zhao wondered, "Is she already uncomfortable just from a little air conditioning?" "This woman can't even ride in my beat-up car?"

Old Zhao noticed, as the headlight shone on Yingjie, that her nipples were hard and erect from the cold wind. Perhaps because her bra was too thin, or perhaps she wasn't wearing one at all, Yingjie's curves were clearly visible. Unable to hide them, she lowered her head shyly.

Old Zhao's mind went blank, and he involuntarily swallowed. He could feel the blood rushing to his crotch.

"Is it uncomfortable from the wind?" Old Zhao asked, emboldened, glancing sideways at Yingjie.

"It's hot outside, but it's quite comfortable in the car,"

Yingjie replied, her head slightly lowered, fiddling with her handbag.

As soon as she relaxed, Old Zhao felt a surge of joy. "Good heavens, this is a great bargain!"

he thought, growing even bolder.

Yingjie knew that Old Zhao wasn't someone to be trifled with; he often gave her the cold shoulder. Old Zhao, on the other hand, looked honest and simple, and Yingjie didn't think he was a bad person. Yingjie knew very well what men liked. She had originally arranged to meet a small business owner from out of town who said he would give her a "lesson" that evening, and that she should dress nicely and meet him at a hotel.

Yingjie wasn't sure how she would "teach" this lesson that night.

Seeing Yingjie's head bowed and silent, Old Zhao deliberately chose a secluded side road. The road was uneven, and the bumpy ride made Yingjie sway violently.

Old Zhao was secretly delighted, staring at her large breasts, wondering who would benefit from the night.

Yingjie's breasts were almost jumping out of her skirt. She held onto the car door with one hand and pressed the other against her chest.

"Brother, I'm a little carsick, can we stop for a bit? I'm not in a hurry." Yingjie couldn't take it anymore; the bumpy ride combined with the cold, stuffy air made her dizzy.

There were no lights on the roadside, and a grove of trees on one side. Yingjie slowly walked to the edge of the grove, leaned against a tree, and closed her eyes.

"Will it work?"

Old Zhao called out, following Sister Ying over. Seeing her slightly furrowed brow and closed eyes, his plans deepened.

He carefully observed Sister Ying, following the light. The heavily made-up woman stood in the shadows of the woods, her tight dress emphasizing her round buttocks, her entire body rising and falling with her breath. The cheap perfume emanating from her was like a seductive charm, completely captivating Old Zhao's attention.

Old Zhao suppressed his increasingly heavy breathing, placing one hand on Sister Ying's back and stroking it. "What's wrong?" Old Zhao slowly moved closer to Sister Ying, asking in a low voice.

"Nothing, I just get carsick easily, my chest feels tight."

Sister Ying slightly opened her eyes, glancing sideways at Old Zhao, "Brother..." "Just call me Old Zhao."

"Brother Zhao, help me up, I just need to rest for a bit."

Sister Ying leaned slightly against Old Zhao.

Old Zhao instantly felt half his body go limp; this was a stroke of luck from heaven! Without further ado, Old Zhao agreed, his hands already groping to massage Yingjie's chest.

Yingjie weakly resisted, grasping Old Zhao's hand, but her body betrayed her completely.

Old Zhao's hand pressed against one of her breasts. The nipple hardened in Old Zhao's palm, and he became increasingly audacious, shoving his hand directly into Yingjie's breast.

His large hands were rough but skillful; Yingjie trembled and struggled for a moment before being subdued. His warm, damp palms kneaded and squeezed incessantly. Old Zhao hadn't touched such a supple body in a long time. Since his wife had given birth to their third child, her breasts had become shriveled, as if drained. Yingjie's breasts were full and soft, making Old Zhao's heart explode. He used his roughest method, pinching each nipple, one on each side, and rubbing them repeatedly between his calloused fingers.

"Brother Zhao...please spare me, I haven't...done it yet...ah...ah..." the woman gasped, her hands gripping Old Zhao's, her head tilted back slightly, her neck and chest forming a captivating line.

"What are you doing?" Old Zhao's eyes were fixed on her breasts. "Aren't you feeling uncomfortable? I'll help you feel better..." he said, pressing his lips to hers, silencing Yingjie.

Yingjie's lips were full, parted slightly under Old Zhao's licking, their tongues intertwining, their saliva mingling in uncontrollable desire.

Old Zhao whispered in her ear, "Are you comfortable?" As he spoke, he slowly pinched her nipple harder.

"Ah!...So good!!" Yingjie's desire was already ignited.

Old Zhao lowered his head, sucking on one breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple, occasionally brushing against it. One hand played with the other breast, while the other slid down to Yingjie's skirt.

Old Zhao was a man with rich theoretical knowledge and experience, and he had accumulated a lot of study materials. At this moment, he was not in a hurry to break through the final forbidden line of defense. He didn't want this romantic encounter to become a forced act.

He stretched out a finger and lingered outside Yingjie's silky panties, finding the honeyed crevice, and only slightly curled his finger, sliding it back and forth like a tickle.

"Ah..." Yingjie's body trembled again. At this moment, the woman's body no longer belonged to herself, but completely surrendered to Old Zhao's hands.

Yingjie involuntarily spread her legs, bringing her lower body closer to Old Zhao.

Old Zhao had a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, while his hand below, through the panties, attracted Yingjie's erogenous zones like a magnet.

At this moment, Old Zhao's penis was swollen and about to burst. He hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure in a long time. Old Zhao unbuckled his belt, pulled down his panties, took out his penis, and then placed Yingjie's hand on his penis and held it.

Yingjie was startled. Old Zhao's penis was thick and powerful, throbbing in her delicate hand. She could imagine the pleasure it would bring her.

Both of their bodies were being aroused to the fullest extent. Old Zhao could feel Yingjie's panties getting wet, and his own penis was being tightly gripped and constantly stroked, secreting a sticky fluid that made the woman's hand move faster and become smoother.

Desire burned in their hearts, satisfying each other in the most provocative way.

"Oh...oh...enough, enough...I'm about to come!" Old Zhao grabbed Yingjie's hand and stopped her.

Yingjie obediently let go and stared at Old Zhao as she slowly squatted down. She opened her mouth and put Old Zhao's penis into her mouth.

This was different from what Old Zhao had imagined; his penis had never received this kind of treatment before.

Yingjie was a very experienced woman; she had become the active one. She held the penis in her mouth, gently stroking it with her lips, her tongue circling around the head of the penis.

Yingjie gently stroked the precious penis with both hands, then suddenly and forcefully took it into her mouth, thrusting it deep into her throat. She pressed her tongue against the shaft, while her hands gently caressed the testicles.

Old Zhao's world as a man collapsed instantly; he was completely dominated by this woman, his lower body defenses breached in an instant.

In less than five seconds, a beast-like pleasure surged from his lower abdomen to his heart, rushing to his head. His body tensed instantly, his mind went blank, and thick semen sprayed into Yingjie's mouth.

Old Zhao held Yingjie's head, preventing her from moving, forcing her to accept his thrusting penis as it relentlessly penetrated her throat.

"Ugh...uh...ugh..."

Yingjie moaned deep in her throat, swallowing every last drop of semen.

Old Zhao, panting heavily, lovingly and contentedly stroked Liu Ying, who was still sucking his penis. Yingjie didn't immediately spit out the penis. After swallowing all the thick fluid, she licked and sucked the still-erect penis and scrotum from the inside out.

Old Zhao tightly gripped Yingjie's arms, pulling her up and leaning her against a large tree to examine her closely.

The light under the lamp was mesmerizing, the tree's shade scattering fragments of light onto Liu Ying's face. Liu Ying didn't dare look directly at him, her gaze wandering beneath Old Zhao's eyes, her lips slightly bitten. A few strands of curly hair, already disheveled from her earlobes, clung to her cheeks with sweat, exuding a captivating allure.

The heavy breathing of the two people in the woods was amplified. Yingjie's flushed face, beneath her heavy makeup, revealed a girlish shyness. Her lowered eyes captivated Lao Zhao, and her lips and nimble tongue explored his body. Lao

Zhao trembled slightly as he buried his face in her chest, greedily inhaling the scent mingled with cheap perfume—he was addicted. Liu Ying's body suppressed a lust that could drive him mad; he even imagined her moist lips opening and closing, awaiting his frenzied thrusts—that was his paradise.

Lao Zhao's... His body had never seemed to crave anything like this before. Unable to resist, he pulled down Liu Ying's skirt, revealing her upper body. Liu Ying's breasts instantly sprang to the surface, appearing even larger and more alluring without the constraints of the tight skirt.

Old Zhao never expected her to reject him at this moment.

Liu Ying pushed Old Zhao away with all her might, causing him to stumble back a few steps. "Brother Zhao, you…you have to spare me, please stop this, I have things to do today…" she pleaded.

Old Zhao was stunned for a couple of seconds, then suddenly felt, in a daze, that he had "abused" this woman.

"Brother Zhao, I know what you want," Liu Ying said, putting her dress on. "But not today. I... I have to see someone. Can we do it another day?"

Old Zhao's heart sank. The woman's pitiful pleading struck a nerve. He closed his eyes to calm himself, and finally gritted his teeth: "Don't say anything more. Let's go. Don't let things get messed up." All his anticipation for that night came to a complete end after Old Zhao dropped Sister Ying off at a small hotel in the city.

[The End]

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