Car sex (a type of classical Chinese essay)

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This summer, my wife was away on a business trip. One night, feeling utterly bored, I used WeChat's "People Nearby" feature. Almost no one responded, except for an elderly woman from my neighborhood, over 50 years old, not particularly attractive, who exchanged a few words with little interest. I went to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep. I tried "People Nearby" again, and a woman quickly accepted my request. She said she was a cleaner at a nearby hotel, working the night shift and also bored. We chatted for about an hour, and I learned she was over 40, working in the city with her husband, living in separate dormitories, and seeing each other only once every two weeks. I felt there was potential.
The next night, around 10 pm, she was online, so we chatted. I probed her with explicit questions, such as: "Is once every two weeks enough for you and your husband?" "Would you like to meet someone you met online?" "Have you met someone you met online before?"
She answered subtly. She said: "Even once every two weeks is enough; it doesn't really matter." I had met someone online once, but nothing more came of it.
Knowing she wasn't averse to such topics, I pressed her further: "How's your husband's performance? Is foreplay long? What positions do you use?"
The woman replied: "It's alright, not much foreplay, pretty direct. Traditional positions, she doesn't like other positions."
I then asked: "Doesn't a lack of foreplay mean less romance? You're not even aroused yet, he doesn't know how to be considerate."
The woman answered: "It's always been like this." We continued
like this for a while. I then asked for a photo, which she readily sent. She was
an average-looking woman, but possessed a mature woman's charm. She had narrow eyes, short hair, and a long, narrow face. I felt I could accept her, so I asked if we could meet up.
The woman replied: "Too late, not good."
I argued: "If it were any earlier, I wouldn't be off work yet, or my wife might check up on me, it wouldn't be convenient. And your roommate is also on the night shift, so coming out now would be perfect, no one would know."
After several attempts, the woman said: "Wait for me on the west side of the hotel."
To make a long story short, I won't go into how I waited for her. Upon meeting, his face was identical to his photo. He had a simple, honest appearance, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and knee-length denim shorts (not knee-length). While the photo showed a thin, narrow face, making him appear frail, his actual figure—wide hips and rounded buttocks—revealed a capable-looking man.
I drove to a nearby park.
The park was deserted at night; I had previously had sex with a young woman in my car there, so I went again.
Unfortunately, it was nearly midnight, and some people were still playing with remote-controlled airplanes. I reluctantly chatted with the woman in the front seat. We talked about things I'd read online—sometimes about couples, sometimes about children, sometimes about online acquaintances. After chatting for a while, the man was still there. Frustrated, I drove around aimlessly. Seeing a small grove of trees near the park, completely dark, I parked a car, turned off the lights, and quietly observed it. The car vibrated slightly. I jokingly asked the woman beside me, "Should we do the same thing?" She replied, "What do you mean? I don't know." I pointed to the car and said, "What the two people in this car are doing." The woman said, "How annoying, let's go."
Reluctantly, he drove away, but had nowhere to go. After circling around for a bit, he returned to the spot where they had been having sex in the car. The car was gone, so he took its place.
He parked, turned off the engine, and switched off the lights. He took the woman's hand and said, "Is the back seat okay?
" The woman's hand trembled slightly as she said, "No, let's just chat here."
He tried several times, but she still refused.
Reluctantly, he still held her hand and chatted.
He asked her, "Besides your husband, have you ever done 'that' with anyone else?"
She answered, "No."
He asked, "Want to try?
" She hesitated and answered, "No."
He then leaned in and hugged her, kissing her lips, but she closed her mouth and turned her head away. She pushed him away with her hand.
Seeing that she wasn't using much force, he lifted her shirt, unhooked her bra, and a pair of large, firm breasts sprang out. Overjoyed, he took them into his mouth. The woman's body jolted, but then tensed. Looking up, he saw tears welling up in her eyes. Frightened, he hurriedly asked her what was wrong, and apologized. The woman said, "It's okay."
I was puzzled, but then I resumed what I had done before, rubbing her breasts with my hands and then biting them with my mouth, sucking and biting. The woman reacted strongly, something I had never seen before. Her whole body was tense, and she made suppressed moans. I was very puzzled, not knowing if it was due to tension or if she was naturally so sensitive.
So I unzipped her shorts. She didn't resist much, but when I touched her, I found her wetness was boiling.
I asked her: "Is the back seat okay?"
She didn't answer.
I got out of the car, opened the door on the right, and pulled her out. Suddenly, I had a change of heart. Seeing that no one was around, I pulled her to a tree and had her hold onto it. Before she could understand what was happening and resisted, I had already pulled down her shorts and thrust straight in. The woman was shocked but didn't speak. Her body was tense, and her legs were too weak to squat down. I also supported her buttocks and thrust deeply. After a few thrusts, I felt a burning sensation in her lower abdomen, indicating that she was about to ejaculate. The woman was also too weak to resist. Her body trembled and slid down, and her vagina trembled and clenched. From our conversation, I learned that her period had just ended, so I had no scruples and ejaculated all inside her.
The woman was too weak to move, so I helped her into the car to rest briefly and gave her some tissues to wipe her tears. She remained silent, trembling, and tears streamed down her face. When asked what happened, she still didn't speak, remaining silent for a long time before finally saying, "Let's go home." I then silently drove her home.
Later, I asked her on WeChat, and she said she was alright, just finding it hard to accept. When I asked again if we could rekindle our relationship, she replied, "Yes."

[The End]

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