Encounter

Encountering

this… this really is something I wrote a long time ago, not by plover. plover wrote "Taipei Love Story"...

Although it's not exactly mainstream, no need to rush to change the author, right? oq

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I saw her as soon as I entered this little bar. No! Actually, I should say that my eyes

were drawn to her the moment I walked in.

On such a cold night in a foreign land, there weren't many people in the bar. The rest were either slightly drunk

drinkers, idle young men, or travelers like myself who had just arrived . At this time, it was quite peculiar

to see such a beautiful woman sitting alone at the bar drinking . What caught my attention wasn't just that she was the only beautiful woman in the bar, but also the only woman; I imagined she was a prostitute, and I was surprised that no one had made a move on her yet. I went to the bar, ordered a beer, and secretly admired her. But I realized that doing so was completely unnecessary; there probably wasn't a single man in the bar whose eyes weren't fixed on her. She sat quietly on a high stool at the bar, sipping a deep red wine; it was a truly pleasing sight against her sapphire blue strapless dress. I didn't know what the dress was made of; it looked like velvet, but the important thing was that it fit her perfectly, clinging tightly to her body and revealing her beautiful figure. Especially her skirt, which barely covered anything, revealed a large portion of her lovely , white buttocks, enticing us. Her pink legs were crossed in a beautiful pose. She wasn't wearing stockings that day, but her natural skin tone was even more alluring. Her hips and waist formed a perfect curve. Her top only covered half of her breasts; I guessed she was between a B and a C cup, the shadow of her cleavage faintly visible. As she leaned slightly forward, I wished I were standing where . Her smooth shoulders, smooth back, smooth neck—I wanted to take a bite. Her long, shiny black hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders. I realized we were the only Asians in the bar. If I had enough money, maybe I'd have a chance. "Hey! See that slut over there?! Whew! I really want to go for it!" " Is she waiting for someone?" "Maybe her boyfriend!" "Hey! Judging by her clothes, I bet she's a prostitute! Or maybe a horny slut! Want to give it a try?" "Let's find a way to get her!" "Go ask her!" "Wait a minute…" Whispers continued behind me, all about her. As the guys whispered, she seemed to notice the strange atmosphere in the bar, a blush creeping onto her face. Wow! She was beautiful! Under the dim yellow light, the soft music accentuated her—she was incredibly sexy! She emptied her glass, slowly turned around , and her gaze swept over each of us. Her eyes smiled gently, a captivating look. Her makeup was light, her lips a moist, rosy red—my favorite shade. Finally, one of the guys couldn't resist any longer. He leaned forward and asked, "Hey girl! Can I buy you a drink ?" She smiled, swirled her empty glass, and said, "What do you think?" Hearing her gentle voice, the guy didn't hesitate to order her a drink. As he handed it to her , she softly kissed his cheek and gave him a mesmerizing smile, then tilted her head back and downed the drink in one gulp, revealing the smooth, delicate skin of her chin and neck. Damn! Even the way she drank was seducing us. I cursed inwardly, wishing I had acted first. But the opportunity came again; she looked at us once more, and we all involuntarily moved closer to her. "Want to buy me a drink too?" Of course! I thought to myself! A few shady-looking guys (including me) each ordered her a glass of local specialty—red liquor. What was their purpose?! ... She looked at us, as if she could see right through us: "I know what you're thinking! I'm married !" "Ha! It's more exciting to sleep with someone else's wife!" a burly man said crudely. This caused a burst of lewd laughter. "Go to hell, husband!" She seemed to have let loose as well, giggling. "My price is high!" This caused an even bigger burst of wicked laughter, mine joining in. She emptied her glass without hesitation. But she looked quite strained. After only a few glasses, the reddish hue of the liquor spread across her face, as if water was blurring her vision. We swallowed hard; anyone could tell she was getting drunk. She slid off the bar stool and swayed to the center of the dance floor, her slender waist; it really was a slender waist , indescribably alluring as she moved. Whether it was the effects of the alcohol or a sudden surge of dancing inspiration, she began to sway slowly to the music on the dance floor, all by herself. To be honest, her dancing wasn't very good, but who cares? It was then that I realized how captivating the combination of her royal blue dress and white ankle boots was. But more importantly, the dress, which was so short, now seemed incredibly long. We all watched with bated breath, waiting for something to happen. The reputation of this local strong liquor was probably unknown only to her! Finally, it arrived. Even though her face was already redder than a bright red rose, I still…

I felt a blush creep across her face. Her voice rose.

"Anyone want to dance tonight?"

A guy stepped forward, took her hands, and started dancing. No, no! I don't even know if I

should call it dancing. He roughly embraced her, his steps never faltering, his hands

constantly roaming over her exposed areas, his eyes lingering on her white breasts. But seeing that she

didn't seem to mind, subtly teasing him and us, we also stepped forward

, waiting for our chance.

Her steps slowed, and the two gradually swirled towards the other end of the bar. She suddenly pressed him against

the bar, her left thigh rubbing against the guy's right leg. Everyone could see

the bulge between his legs! But who cares! Everyone here was like that. The focus was on

her beautiful buttocks behind us, and when her beautiful legs lifted, the sight of her white lace panties tightly pressed between

her legs was revealed, and I almost drooled.

What happened next really surprised me. She unzipped the guy's pants. His...

it sprang out, erect like a snake. She gently stroked it with one hand!

He was ecstatic! Damn! The words "blood surging" don't even begin to describe my state. Seeing

the guy's blissful expression, I was really horny. She suddenly glanced at me (actually, everyone

thought she was looking at him), and that seductive look was fucking horny. We practically

lunged forward. But she pushed the guy towards us, forcing us to stop.

The guy was knocked to the ground, but I think he probably wouldn't have the strength to

get up anytime soon. We stood there swallowing our saliva, while she leaned seductively against the bar, gesturing for

us to wait.

"Hey girl! Hurry up and take it off!" the urging voices rose and fell.

Her movements were so slow it was unbearably tantalizing. She turned her back to us, her body

swaying. A hand slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress from the back (we swallowed again)

. With that, the straps of her white lace bra appeared.

She stopped zipping up, then unfastened the clasp with her hands behind her back. Turning around, she pulled her

lovely bra out of her dress from the front, twirled it, and flung it at us. She

didn't zip it back up, and the way she flung the bra almost made her ample breasts pop out. Two

pink hearts were half-exposed. Gosh! I was going crazy.

She puffed out her chest, half-concealing, half-acting, and gave a seductive smile: "Prize time! ~~Guess my

measurements~! Tonight there's a~~free~prize~!"

Everyone understood what she meant. The pub was instantly filled with a cacophony of noise. Everyone

, even the bartender, started piecing together numbers. Only I, unusually, silently

watched her shake her head slightly at each guess.

Eight or nine answers, Miss, and a look of disappointment appeared on her face, that mournful expression even

more arousing. "Perhaps you need more hints!" She slowly bent over, revealing her alluring

cleavage , the perfect bell-shaped mounds and nipples clearly visible. The hints didn't stop there;

her hands moved behind her back again, seemingly lifting the hem of her skirt slightly. (The

bartender must have been incredibly frustrated; he couldn't resist running out from behind the bar to stand with us!)

As her hands slid down, her pure white lace panties came off. But throughout, her hands

skillfully concealed that captivating area. Returning to her reclining position, she was almost

completely naked; I doubted how much, or for how long, that dress could truly cover her. She

flung her removed panties towards us like a rubber band, hitting me squarely on the forehead. A flash of inspiration struck

me .

"34-22-34!" I shouted the numbers. I was surprised; no

one had guessed correctly.

A longing gleamed in her eyes. "Looks like the champion has been decided!"

I strode forward, scooped her up in my arms, almost tearing off her dress—her body was so

soft. Amidst the envious glances of others, I walked out of the tavern with the air of a victor,

placed the car, and drove straight to the small hotel where we would stay.

She seemed unable to wait any longer; taking advantage of my inability to resist while I was driving, her hands moved towards

my penis. Unzipping it, her slightly parted lips pressed against mine. I could only let her do as she

pleased . This slut!

She gently teased my glans with her tongue, focusing on the sensitive spot. The wetness and slipperiness forced

me to slow down. Her tongue roamed

back

and forth . So good! I didn't care about being seen; I pulled the car

over and focused on enjoying her service.

Her movements quickened, and my emotions rose higher and higher… just as I

was about to ejaculate. She stopped! This teasing was too intense. Like a

madman, reclined the seat, pushed her down, and pressed myself against her. I forcefully ripped off her dress, wildly and

roughly fondling her breasts. "Mmm...mmm..." she moaned lasciviously, her half-closed

eyes hazy, the blush on her cheeks deepening. She grabbed one of my hands,

guiding it to her secret place. My middle finger slowly climbed up the cleft, touching her already

overflowing honeyed fluid, sliding back and forth between the folds.

I paused briefly at the small protrusion at the top of the cleft, then began to draw tiny circles. She seemed...

Unable to bear the stimulation, she reached out to stop me. How could I let her succeed?

My fingers quickened, and with my other hand, I pressed her hands behind her head, preventing her from interfering.

She couldn't help but tilt her head back, and my lips pressed against her pink neck, sucking on her

until I reached her ear. I gently bit her earlobe. My fingers then moved down from the top of the cleft, searching for

the source of her nectar.

I couldn't believe her contractions had begun like this; my middle finger touched her labia, which were beginning to move

irregularly . My lips met hers, our tongues intertwining, pretending

to soothe her emotions. My middle finger suddenly thrust forward, being taken in deeply, causing her to contract even more violently.

But I couldn't let this slut go; I hadn't expected her vagina to be so tight. I tried to insert my index finger as well

. She began to suck on my tongue forcefully, and then, with two fingers, I forcefully

spread open her vaginal opening.

Her body stiffened, instantly arching into a semi-circle, and she couldn't help but cry out,

"Ahhhhhh!" Contracting and contracting, she was almost at her limit.

"Let go... let go... come in... quickly..." She hugged me tightly,

panting . Her legs kept urging and rubbing against me. "I... I want... I want..."

I couldn't let her get away with it so easily, so I whispered a command for her to beg, using the most lewd words she could think of.

She bit her lip and shook her head, but her body gripped me even tighter. Her whole body trembled slightly, and finally

she gave up her restraint. "No... I can't take it anymore... please... please... put

your... your penis into me... mine..." She gritted her teeth: "My little hole!

Hurry up and put it in... ahh... um... umm..."

I thrust my hips, and my long-erect penis slid into her warm, wet tunnel along with her juices. She

contracted violently, almost making me unable to take it anymore.

Clenched , I thrust back and forth with all my might, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. "So tight~"

"Mmmmmm~~ Ahmm~~ Ahhh~~ Mmm~~ Yaah~~~"

She came first, trembling violently, her vagina forcefully swallowing me. A surge of pleasure

rushed over me , forcing me to surrender, and I ejaculated. With spasms, I released my last bit of

energy into her body. Today's came so quickly, we were both panting.

We embraced, savoring the afterglow of our climax. Until the next morning.

"Pei!" she whispered in my ear, calling my nickname. "I love this role

-playing honeymoon! Playing a prostitute is so exciting! So much fun! How did I do?"

Yes! Pretending to be a stranger! That was my idea! But I have to admit,

when she flaunted herself in front of those guys, I did feel a little jealous. However, my desire had already

overshadowed it.

Still immersed in her moans from last night, I gently kissed her. She leaned against me,

nuzzling her head against my chest, and coaxed me in her soft voice, "

What should we dress up as today?"

Yes! What should we dress up as today…

I started the car, continuing our sexy honeymoon. [ Last edited by Fire Prison Soul-Shattering Ghost on 2008-1-23 20:06 ]

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