A complete experience of Shanghai hotels

The story takes place in Shanghai, shortly after SARS. The weather was still quite hot. Although SARS was supposedly over
, cautious Shanghainese still wouldn't allow hotels to turn on the air conditioning. From Beijing to Shanghai, I felt
the weight of the SARS epidemic and the discrimination I faced.

That evening, I met up with some friends from Singapore and Hong Kong at a bar. Of course, I couldn't
leave out the girls in the room. As we chatted, I noticed two young women at the next table, probably in their early twenties.
One was wearing a red dress and no makeup. From her eyes, I sensed a simple, honest girl
. I had no recollection of her companion. What

set her apart was her naturalness; her eyes seemed to speak volumes, bright and expressive. At this point, I was just going through
the motions with my friends, but my eyes started unconsciously scanning her. Clearly, the "red dress" noticed
me watching her. I smiled at her (I think my actions and expressions were somewhat similar to those of Kluck. Gable
). She simultaneously gave me a look that indicated my body language was directed at her. Haha, her
companion and my companion were still completely oblivious. At this point, I absolutely had 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 I couldn't go alone, and I couldn't let my
companion feel neglected. Otherwise, the end result would definitely be that my companion said she was sleepy, and they would both leave, while I
sheepishly continued searching for the next target. I talked to the friend next to me, and we immediately agreed (he probably
had been observing for a while, making a few subtle moves). Then I told my tablemate, and we went
over. I simply and directly stated our purpose for approaching her, and she didn't refuse, tacitly agreeing to
our request.

The rest is self-introduction, talking about life, stories from our surroundings, and of course,
mentioning the SARS outbreak in Beijing. Time passed slowly, and our tablemate left sometime later, supposedly
to go to karaoke. The young lady started checking her watch; the crucial moment had arrived (I would never be foolish enough to check my watch
in front of unless we had already agreed on the next activity, and my biological clock told me it was past midnight).
Just as the woman in the red 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." Except for my friend, no one else agreed. My technique worked again;
she was clearly hesitant, and I couldn't give her a chance to breathe. I then suggested leaving to find somewhere
to eat. Sure enough, she didn't object, and we left! It seemed I was getting closer to success.

Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, due to the SARS threat, no restaurants or food stalls were open at this time.
Well, everyone went home. I opportunely suggested that we each take a gentleman home, and naturally
, the woman in the red dress and I got into a taxi. In the car, I continued to complain about being hungry and the inconveniences caused by SARS,
etc. The woman in the red dress took the bait, saying that if I was really hungry, I could come to her house, and she would cook me some noodles. Yeah! Today
, she couldn't escape.

After entering, she went straight to the bedroom, turned on the TV and air conditioner, and acted casually. She started boiling water, beating eggs, peeling ham,
and cooking noodles. The noodles were actually quite good; maybe I was just really hungry. We chatted while eating, and I was a little
impatient , so I finished quickly. She looked at me, as if to say I should leave. I couldn't let her say it. I
found a cup, poured some water—the meaning was clear: I had to finish it before leaving. I began to implement my offensive strategy.

The bed was large, covered with dark purple sheets and duvet covers—very sexy. I don't know when she changed into a t-
shirt and jeans, and she looked sexy too. The jeans stretched her legs beautifully; they were long, straight, and not thick—not
the bony type I disliked. Her skin was fair and smooth. Her hair was loose, casually tied back with a wig, draped
lazily behind her head. Look at those eyes, they're what fascinates me most—big, dark, and bright.
Without a word, their eyes already say half the story. Her thin lips, like they've applied lipstick, are capriciously
upturned. When she speaks, two neat, white teeth give off a refreshing vibe. Her face is the oval
shape described in novels, and when she speaks or smiles, two perfectly placed dimples appear on her cheeks. Her small, straight nose tells me she
might have a bit of a personality; I should be careful.

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 wouldn't be a real man. I started talking to her about her life.
She's from Wuxi, studying in Shanghai, 21 years old, majoring in art. Her boyfriend is a Chinese-American, an enviable
neurosurgeon, 16 years older than her. He provides her with the house and allowance. Her boyfriend has a wife in America
. It was clear she loved him, but also felt a bit helpless about the current situation. At that moment, I started to feel
sorry for her. I thought I should hug 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 that.

But I had to make my move! I let her lie down on the bed, but I had to stay on the sofa. It didn't matter; as long as
she was on the bed, I could always go over. Time was of the essence; I was almost finished with my tea. No problem, there was
always another way. I lit a cigarette. After chatting for a while, I naturally and subtly leaned onto the bed and successfully
took her hand—it was so smooth. I couldn't care less; I shifted my body and pressed myself against her. Her resistance
wasn't as intense as I had expected. I grabbed her arms and began kissing her neck, ears, cheeks
, and finally her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, 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 for her to hug me, but her grip was weak, and she
didn't caress me much.

My hands held her head, kissing her eyes, nose, lips, ears… I felt her
arms around my back begin to tighten. I shifted my upper body slightly, and my right hand (my habit) began to caress her breasts
through t-shirt. She was wearing a thin bra underneath; her breasts were firm and not small. She was a little…
She resisted, unwilling to let me take any further action. By this point, not only my hands, but even my penis had found its place,
provocatively clenching against her through several layers of pants. 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 this moment, she began to moan.
When my tongue licked her nipples, her moans became more rapid, and I felt her abdomen
contract. My hand also increased its pressure ; she seemed quite sensitive.

Then, she began to restrain herself, insisting that I leave. I had no choice but to stop, saying I'd leave after a short rest. She
fastened her bra and sat on the bed. However, I still held her, 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 ability to resist. I slipped my hand inside her jeans, and she couldn't stop me. There wasn't
too much hair, not too little, and I easily found my middle and index fingers there. It was moist, but I
could feel the heat inside and pinpoint the sensitive areas. After rubbing for a while, she completely gave up
resisting, her voice responding to my movements. I could completely control
the rhythm and volume of her voice with my right hand. If I were an artist, I could probably make her
a successful singer or even a vocalist with my right hand at this point.

I removed her last shred of modesty and asked her to help me remove some obstacles. What a beautiful
body! Her hair was spread across the bed, and her young body exuded a fiery aura. My penis was about to explode,
but I held back, not going where it should. Her small hand rested on my penis, and she naturally
stroked it. At the same time, I caressed her entire body—a beautiful body.

After a brief blowjob, my little brother entered the fiery cave. She moaned and cried out rhythmically,
her lower body making soft, sizzling sounds with each thrust. The cave wasn't large, and it was quite tight; during penetration
, it felt like a small hand was gripping it. She mostly just moaned, sometimes letting out a cry, but never uttered
short phrases like "I want..." Rear penetration wasn't smooth; she felt a little pain, so I changed to
sitting face-to-face, allowing us to press tightly together, kissing and caressing without interference. She was almost paralyzed, her lower
body swaying violently, as if trying to snap my little brother in half and swallow it whole. I also vigorously squeezed
her breasts; God had given her a great figure—1.66 meters was just right, her breasts firm and elastic, and her lower body was
also very well-proportioned. As I watched and thought, I lost control. I pinned her down, spreading
her legs with my hands, watching 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. Her vagina convulsed, as if trying to hold onto
the hero still lingering there. I kissed her and caressed her.

A minute later, we lay in bed, having used half a box of tissues, too exhausted to shower. After finishing a
cigarette, I felt 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 became increasingly harmonious. For example,
she would tell me if she felt I should go slower or go shallower, and I would remind her if I felt she should touch certain areas. In short
, the second time was even more intense, the entire waterbed covered in secretions.

After resting for a while, I checked the time; it was already 6 o'clock. The night had flown by. I
should go back to the hotel; after all, I was on a business trip. 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 could call her next time I came back. As I was about to leave the bedroom, she asked again
, "You're just leaving like this?" I turned around, thinking for a long time, wondering what I should do. Finally, I asked her, "
Is there anything else?" She hesitated for a full minute before stammering, "Aren't you going to give me some money?" Damn it!!!
I don't know how I felt, but I felt much lighter. "Okay, how much?" I said. "It's not
about how , you can give me whatever you want. I don't really want money, I just don't want you to get it for free." Damn it, she said she didn't
want money. Okay, I checked my wallet. Thank goodness, only 600 yuan
. I've never had so little in my wallet before. I generously said, "Look, I'll keep 100 for a taxi back to the hotel, and you can have the rest." I put the 500
yuan note in her bedside table drawer. Whether she really wouldn't let me off easy or not, spending
500 yuan on such a beauty was totally worth it. As I walked to the door, I heard a voice from inside: "Take the trash bag
out for me." Haha, I really am a good customer.

While waiting for the elevator at the door, a gentleman walking his bird in the morning looked at me with unfamiliar eyes, as if I
were a thief. That's right, I'm a thief who pays for an affair.

After throwing away the trash, I faced the sunrise, got into a Johnson taxi, and went back to the hotel with a relaxed mood. After all, I
had paid a price. My friend was still fast asleep in the hotel.

[The End]

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