My boring university life—a 17-year-old, 177cm model

My Boring College Life - A 17-Year-Old 177cm Model
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This happened a year ago. During summer vacation, I returned to my beautiful hometown, leaving behind the materialistic city of Shanghai. The beauties here are famous throughout the country, especially for their height. For example, Chongqing's mountainous terrain contributes to the curvaceous figures of its women. Shanghai women have great style in makeup and clothing. My hometown is full of tall beauties. Among the women I've met, four are 172cm and 173cm tall. Unexpectedly, I met someone even taller (laughs). I decided
to do some internships during the summer; I couldn't just stay home all the time (I'm one of many homebodies, but I've realized how necessary occasional social activities are!!). There was a large international event, and a classmate contacted me to volunteer. The participants were students from various universities in the city, and since I'm bilingual...
So I had a certain advantage when looking for work, but I'm not the kind of boy who attracts attention at first glance, and at only 173cm tall, I'm considered short in the north. So I was inconspicuous among these beauties, and I'm not usually a high-profile person, so it was hard to draw attention.
During the reporting session, I saw a girl from afar—tall, with flowing long hair and long legs. Standing among the girls, she was absolutely eye-catching. The boys around her swarmed around her, seemingly indifferent to her, but actually, everyone was eyeing her alluring body. She was wearing a high school uniform, so she was probably still a child, but that didn't diminish her charm. Two days later, I heard from people around me that she was still a high school student.
Born in 1991! Wow, a 90s kid! That's so different from those idiots. Her whole aura was amazing. Later I found out she'd been a model since she was 10, winning many competitions. She was only a high school sophomore this year. Sigh, she's from a completely different world than us otaku.
For all the reasons mentioned above, plus her height of 177cm (even in heels), I never even considered approaching her, nor did I dare to flirt with her like other men do.
That's just how people are; in relationships, there's never absolute equality. One person always takes the initiative, and whoever does it first is destined for a certain position in the relationship. Someone on MOOC once said that women are like dogs: the more you fawn over them, the less they value you; conversely, the less you care about them and ignore them, the more they'll try to please you.
Looking back, my initial strategy was correct—I didn't flirt with her like those other men. I just did my job every day, didn't show any interest when I saw her, and maintained a cool demeanor. Perhaps it was my high-achieving student aura that attracted her; a smart older brother is a shining image for a high school girl, haha.
One day, when tasks were being assigned, we were both assigned to receive a national leader. It was impossible to remain silent then; national leaders are just so damn powerful! Not only do they stay in five-star hotels, but they also have chauffeured cars, gifts, and we have to cater to their every whim. This kind of system… sigh. But the fact that it was a five-star hotel foreshadowed what followed…
We went together in the chauffeured car (I hadn't gotten my driver's license yet, what a pity…). We sat in the back seat, which was spacious, but we both instinctively leaned towards the middle.
“Brother, you're at XX University, right? I heard it from them.” “
I heard you speak French, can you teach me?”
So I taught her a few simple sentences. And so, without realizing it, we chatted. I maintained a very proper demeanor throughout, and her feelings for me gradually increased. Afterwards, we went back to our respective work. As I was chatting with the pretty girls in my group near the end of the workday, this 177cm model suddenly came over and asked, "Brother, aren't you leaving yet?" "Yeah." "Then I'll go first, bye-bye." "Yeah."
She seemed a little hesitant, but since there were two girls next to me, she didn't say anything more and just walked away dejectedly. Looking at the two girls next to me watching her walk away with her enviable figure, I suddenly felt very proud, haha~ (Women guys might find this boring, but I think sex is like meeting someone online; the fun is in the waiting and maneuvering, it's all about the enjoyment).
Soon, work came to an end, and it was time for the celebration banquet. At the banquet, when she walked into the hall, she was absolutely stunning! A black evening gown, with a silky texture, subtly revealed an alluring cleavage, and two beautiful legs that every man longed to touch. Even the fifty-something-year-old leaders couldn't help but swallow hard...
We didn't sit together... But when the banquet ended, our group leader said he wanted to treat everyone to a bar, saying that a friend of his was there. I didn't really want to go, as I don't really like going to bars, but due to the constant persuasion of another beautiful classmate, I had no choice but to go along.
When we arrived at the bar, the lights were lavish. It wasn't a very big bar; it felt like the kind where people drink and watch sports. Just then, I passed by the model. A guy wanted to sit next to her, but she suddenly saw me and said to him, "This seat is for you, brother," and then got up and pulled me down to sit. Haha, it made him quite embarrassed! Luckily, I didn't know him, so I didn't feel awkward...
After a few bottles of drinks, I felt a little tipsy, which is exactly what I like. And there's something strange about me; this is my limit for getting drunk. No matter how much I drink, I can't throw up or pass out. And to be able to stand up after drinking all sorts of spirits—white, red, yellow—that night is pretty impressive!
Gradually, some people left, including the girl I knew. But looking at the model... The look in her eyes gave me an indescribable feeling, but it was definitely a sign that she didn't want me to leave. I subtly told that classmate I didn't want to leave, haha, now that no one was watching me, I could finally make a move . A little
while later, MM said she was a bit drunk and it was too noisy here, so she stood up and straightened her clothes. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and said, "Let's find a quieter place." "Okay."
We went upstairs, where there were fewer people and no band noise. The two of us sat on a sofa in the aisle, though there were still many people passing by. But we never let go of each other's hands. She was a girl six years younger than me, born in 1991. You can imagine her skin. She would lean on my shoulder from time to time. I, emboldened by the alcohol, boldly put my arm around her. We chatted and laughed like this, and I gradually discovered that she was a very mature girl. Her thoughts were very relatable to me.
Because she had been exposed to society at a young age (because she was traveling with her agent to participate in competitions), unlike today's 90s generation who don't know anything and only know how to play and fool around,
when we got excited, I would touch her face. Her skin was so smooth, and she never refused, enjoying my touch.
Suddenly someone called us, saying we should go to another bar, so we got in the car, got out… I won't go into details.
This bar was one of those big ones; all the girls seemed to be dressed like pros, probably a gathering place for many otaku. They arranged a private room, and we started drinking again. The darkness was the perfect weapon.
Gradually, most people left, leaving only a boss, a woman, me, and the model girl. The boss went off to find some other fun, leaving just the two of us—a real blessing!
The woman actually got drunk and fell asleep, accidentally rolling off the sofa. Just as my friend and I went to help her, she vomited… our clothes were completely soiled…
I asked the waiter to change our room to a more dimly lit one (haha). MM and I went to the restroom to wash the stains on our clothes. When we came back, we sat together. In the dim light, I saw her soaked evening gown, revealing a pink lace bra underneath. It was so alluring! I unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing my proud chest muscles. (Haha, there are so many stories in movies about deliberately spilling coffee and then the two people taking off their clothes, especially in porn. They really do have a basis in reality!)
We snuggled together, and the scent of her youthful body wafted over me. My desire surged. I put my hand on her shoulder and started to caress her occasionally. She seemed to be enjoying it, even though she was tipsy. I saw an opportunity and increased the intensity of my caresses, moving the area around her. Slowly, I moved down to her breasts. To be honest, MM's breasts weren't very big, maybe a B cup. Maybe even models' breasts can't be too big. The surrounding crowd was chaotic and noisy, and nobody was looking in our direction.
But with this lighting, I probably couldn't see anything clearly anyway; the woman was sleeping like a log…
Seeing that no one was paying attention, she didn't stop me. I slipped my hand inside through the side opening, squeezed it into her bra, and then pushed upwards, freeing her two plump breasts from the bra's protection. I began to knead them wantonly. Her face started to flush, and I became increasingly smug. My penis was also fully erect. I pressed her hand down, and she shyly pulled it away. I pressed it again, and she pulled away again.
I thought to myself, "Haha, still shy?" I pressed it again, and this time she didn't pull away. So I slipped her hand inside my waistband. Her fingers were longer than mine! She instinctively found my dick and started stroking it up and down. It felt so good, especially with such a beautiful woman with such a great figure, a model, and most importantly, a young girl born in '91. My strong possessiveness only fueled my desire... After
rubbing her enough, I wanted to lick her nipples, but there were other people around, so it wasn't convenient. I slowly moved my hand inside her panties. She squeezed tightly, but she couldn't withstand my assault, and besides, she wasn't really stopping me. So I explored that honeyed spot that countless people had been yearning for. Haha, it was already very wet. I used my middle finger, starting to move it in and out very gently, not wanting to give her too much stimulation at first.
She moaned softly, closed her eyes, and began to enjoy it. "Ah..." "Ah..." I admired her facial expression (haha, I believe many men enjoy this too), watching a normally innocent schoolgirl being teased by me with just one finger, the pleasure was indescribable, especially since her hand didn't stop.
Luckily, our hand movements were hidden by the height of the coffee table, so no one would notice. Looking back at the woman sleeping next to me, she was still fast asleep. Haha, a little girl giving me oral sex, and a fashionable woman sleeping next to me, how exciting... After
enjoying it for a while, I said, "How about you use your mouth?"
She said no, I've never used it before, and I'm afraid it'll get dirty...
I said, "Just try it this once, maybe you'll like it. It's not dirty, I just washed it in the bathroom."
She said, "That still won't work..." (I believe many of you have encountered this situation. Unless you're a seasoned woman, you have to go through these steps, gently coaxing her to take off her pants. Or, if it's her first time using her mouth, it's fine. But with my silver tongue, she finally agreed. Haha, I wonder how good her tongue will be on her first time. I pressed her head down (I believe many men like to do this, pressing a woman down between their legs).
As expected of a model, she wasn't shy at all. Her tongue was as graceful and flexible as her figure. I stroked her hair, her flowing hair, occasionally telling her how to use force and what rhythm to use.) One hand was still rubbing inside her honey pot. (Al Pacino once said in "The Scent of a Woman" that a woman's vagina is the road to heaven. It's so true!! Even the sensation of my own fingers going in and out is so pleasurable.) It was
my first time, and I wasn't very skilled, so I didn't ejaculate for 20 minutes. I could only occasionally press her head down forcefully and try some "deep throat." Sometimes I would make her breathless, even a little nauseous, which only increased my pleasure. I tried to imagine her naked body, in the most lewd positions, my penis going in and out of her pink little hole countless times.
Bringing forth the victorious lewdness... Shui then intensified her attack on her honey pot with her fingers, and her penis moved in and out of her mouth faster and faster. Her pure face and the area around her mouth were covered with a lewd liquid, I couldn't tell if it was saliva or my pre-ejaculate.
Ah... I finally felt the urge to ejaculate... I immediately gripped her head even harder, lifting and lowering it. Instantly, a strong wave of pleasure surged through me, and my massive ejaculation shot out, all of it into her mouth.
Haha, this was the first time I'd ever ejaculated in someone's mouth. I wish she could drink it, but she refused, so I had to give up. But I'm already planning my next move. I never imagined I'd have several unforgettable sexual encounters with a girl born in 1991. But that's a story for later.
If you guys think this is true, and you feel similarly when you're flirting with a girl, please give me a thumbs up. Thank you all! I'll continue writing about the real scenes with her, and also stories about other girls in college.
[The End]
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