Sneaking into the restaurant

The whole thing started yesterday at noon with my loose tongue. The polite and dignified waitress at the restaurant, whom I usually got along with quite well, casually mentioned that she would soon be leaving her job, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. I joked, "Oh, going to the big city, huh? Don't forget your fellow townsmen. Let me know when we're having a farewell dinner." "Of course," she replied, "she gave me her number, I'll call her then." She took out a pen with an air of importance. I casually gave her my phone number.

As night fell, I received a call from her out of boredom. She said her friends were throwing her a farewell dinner and invited me to attend. It wasn't easy to refuse, especially since I had nothing else to do.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I found that everyone at the table except her was a complete stranger. Next to her was her boyfriend, a burly man with fairly decent features, but his manners and speech were quite vulgar. I felt a pang of sympathy for her. My arrival may have aroused some suspicion, displeasure, or even jealousy in him. He acted unusually affectionate in front of his girlfriend, frequently glancing at me, which made her quite embarrassed. I could only smile and occasionally offer compliments to them to demonstrate my innocence. This tactic worked, and my boyfriend gradually lost his hostility.

Since I had already mentioned having dinner and declined to comment on my inability to hold my liquor, and since we didn't see eye to eye, they left me standing there. After several rounds of drinks, when the party was over, she said she wasn't feeling well and needed to go home early. Although her boyfriend was already slurring his words, he still generously declared that he couldn't abandon his brother after staying all night and told her to go home alone. I could see her face immediately darken. I didn't want to stay any longer, so I quickly excused myself, offering to walk her home.
Perhaps because of her bad mood, she insisted on walking. She was silent at first, but then the river breeze blew, and the alcohol immediately blew onto her cheeks. She started complaining to me all the way home, and I had to support her as she staggered. I had no choice but to walk her all the way home.

As soon as I entered the house, she exclaimed and rushed straight to the bathroom. Since the bathroom door was locked from the inside, and I was worried about whether she could hold out, I had no choice but to sit in the room and wait for her to come out before saying goodbye.

It was a one-bedroom apartment; besides clothes hanging to dry, there wasn't even a stool in the living room, but the bedroom was very neat and cozy. A large half-length portrait of her hung on the wall; it was beautiful. Besides the bed and wardrobe, there was a bookshelf with a table. I sat down next to it and casually flipped through

the pages. "Hey, I thought she was gone." About half an hour later, I heard her voice. Turning around, I saw she had changed into her pajamas, her damp, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding a faint fragrance after her bath. The intoxication had worn off, but a pitiful look remained.

Perhaps it was my gaze, but a blush rose on her pale face, and she became flustered.

"She's even prettier in the photos," I said jokingly, glancing at the picture on the wall.

“Those were taken last summer, they don’t turn out very well.” Her face flushed even more, and she quietly walked to the bedside next to me and sat down, whispering, “I’m so sorry about today.” Only

then did I realize how penetrating the soft light was, illuminating her curvaceous figure beneath her pajamas. Not wanting to look, I immediately turned my gaze to the desk to change the subject: “Does she have any more photo albums?” As soon as I finished speaking, I cursed myself inwardly: Damn it, why didn’t I say goodbye?

She bent over, rummaging through the bookshelf, and my eyes involuntarily swept over her, immediately settling on her low-cut blouse. “Wow…” She wasn’t wearing anything underneath; her fair, full breasts swayed from side to side with her movements, two small, slightly red nipples standing erect, practically bursting out.
I secretly swallowed a mouthful of water, but a restless fire rose in my parched throat. "Tonight I'm going to steal her to bed," the thought swept away all my reason like a tornado, arriving so swiftly and unexpectedly.
"Where was this taken?" I asked, pointing to the photo. Actually, my heart was pounding; I couldn't even see the person in the photo clearly, I just wanted her closer.

"It's a friend of mine, taken in the park." Perhaps it was too dim, she had to bend half her body behind me to see clearly. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I felt the warmth of her breasts on my shoulder, and my crotch was already throbbing with veins.

"Oh..." I exhaled, straightened my back, and immediately buried my head in her two firm breasts. I could feel her heartbeat was no less than mine.

The abruptness caused a brief silence between us, and she retreated to the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry," I offered a fake apology. She gave a shy smile, then abruptly propped herself up on the bed, the soft silk fabric cascading down her thighs. I saw her inner thighs; she was wearing white, openwork panties with a small, unidentifiable flower embroidered in the center. The inverted triangle of black hair around the edges must have been her pubic hair, with a few stubbornly sticking out. Was this her usual gesture? Perhaps she was hinting at something? My mind raced, sifting through various thoughts, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

I picked up the photo album and sat down beside her, moving closer as I asked her questions. With each touch, I noticed she no longer resisted, so my hand naturally rested on her waist, and I whispered in her ear, my breath sweet as orchids. She didn't speak, only nodding and shaking her head.

Her waist was indeed incredibly slender, and I could clearly feel her nervousness. Her face was exceptionally alluring under the light; perhaps in this atmosphere, I had already aroused her desire.

I put down the photo album and slowly kissed her earlobe, down to her lips… showering her with tender and loving words. Half-heartedly, she closed her eyes, her tongue intertwining with mine.

I leaned against her back, gently stroking her spine, then wrapped my arms around her waist; she didn't resist. Then I caressed her abdomen, slowly moving upwards to her chest.

I slowly moved my hand up to her breasts; she didn't resist, only began to breathe softly. So, through the lace, I began to knead them, pressing my lips to her back, kissing her skin.

"Mmm…" she finally responded.

I gently unbuttoned her nightgown with my other hand, letting my right hand slide inside.
I firmly grasped her breasts, kneading them back and forth, occasionally pinching her nipples; they felt soft and smooth, while her breasts were a deep red, hardening from their softness.

My hands rubbed and kneaded her breasts incessantly, sometimes squeezing the two bright red nipples hard, sometimes gently stroking the soft flesh on either side.

The touch of those two sensitive peaks was an indescribable pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over her, her body slowly going limp, lying sprawled on the bed, letting me caress her at will, making soft moaning sounds.

"Mmm...mmm..." Her reaction grew stronger and stronger.

My lips, which had been kissing her back, slowly moved upwards, kissing her shoulders, then her neck, her earlobes, and finally her sensitive nipples, causing her body to tremble slightly.

My right hand slowly released her breasts, moving down to her lower abdomen. After caressing her abdomen for a while, I slowly probed downwards, touching the edge of her panties. By then, my lips were behind her ear, and my right hand slipped under the edge of her panties, covering her vulva, carefully stroking each pubic hair protruding from her pants.

Then I started kissing her armpits, licking them until they tickled her. Then I took her breast into my mouth and began sucking, while my hand, which had been resting on the edge of her labia, began to wriggle along her inner thighs.

I released my mouth from her breast and kissed upwards, from her neck... all the way to her face, her eyelids, her eyelashes.

"No...don't...um...ah...don't..." Her voice grew softer and softer, but I kissed her lips.

She resisted with her lips tightly closed, but I kept trying to pry them open with my tongue. As my fingers moved, her juices flowed freely, and her lips relaxed. I then slipped my tongue into her mouth.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm..."

She gave up resisting, letting my tongue swirl in her mouth, even involuntarily sucking on my tongue. I kissed her passionately, one hand kneading her breasts, the other playing with her clitoris outside her panties.
I kissed her until she started to writhe, her legs twisting and turning, her hands clamped tightly together, as if preventing my hand from going deeper, yet also urging me to go in, while her juices flowed continuously, wetting her pubic hair and panties.
I grabbed the thin elastic band of her panties with both hands, about to pull them down.

She seemed to want to stop me, grabbing my hands, yet also seemingly helping me. Finally, her panties were pulled down to her thighs, her entire clitoris completely exposed before me, gushing with juices, emitting a captivating fragrance.

I lay down on my side, taking her small hand to hold my penis. She let out a soft moan, as if surprised that my penis had become so strong, but she didn't let go, simply obediently holding my penis.
I had already pulled down all her panties. I turned around and pressed my mouth to her vulva, parting her labia with my hands and starting to lick it with my tongue.

"Ah...ah...um...ah..." Itchy...it itchy, she couldn't help but moan in pleasure and started stroking my penis.

But since I was turned around, the position was a bit unnatural, so I simply straddled her breasts, licking her vulva and bringing my penis close to her mouth, teaching her to take it in her mouth. She couldn't withstand my teasing like that, and under the intense stimulation of my sucking, she finally let go and took my penis into her mouth, starting to suck and swallow.

We started oral sex, I bit her crotch, licked her labia and clitoris, and gently tugged at her pubic hair. With my skillful tongue, I parted her labia and explored inside, making her feel as if a million ants were crawling inside her vagina. I then stirred my tongue inside her vagina, licking her swollen clitoris hard after each stroke.

She, in turn, pressed her tongue against my glans, licking her clitoris, or even using her teeth to tease my testicles. She cleverly learned how to arouse me, and my penis became erect from her teasing.

So, I had her lie on her back, pulled my penis out of her mouth, and, coated with her saliva, she could see its complex curves, the veins prominent, throbbing like a pulse. She felt the nectar of desire, overflowing from her uterus, reaching her vaginal opening.

I rubbed my erect glans against her lips, making her neck tingle; I rubbed it against her armpits, making her unbearably aroused; I placed it on her nipples, circling them, pressing against her breasts—did she want it?
Then I thrust my erect penis into her pubic hair, the head sliding down skillfully, teasing her exposed vagina with a sticky, wet sound as I pressed against her pubic bone.

I observed her various expressions, massaging her breasts with both hands, carefully teasing her soft labia with my penis, and squeezing her clitoris with the glans, continuing relentlessly.

Now, she was flushed with excitement, reaching the final limit of her endurance. She only wanted me to penetrate her quickly to fill the emptiness in her body; her body was almost cramping, and her buttocks were constantly swaying back and forth. As
she writhed, I, half-kneeling, saw a trace of red liquid slowly flowing from her vagina, which startled me. I asked her, and she said that her period was coming in the next few days, and she was really sorry, etc. Instantly, I became much more awake. ...

Lying on my back beside her, listening to her sweet breathing, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Half of my heart was filled with satisfaction at still possessing a bit of charm; the other half was utterly regretful. Why was my self-control so weak? Besides, I hadn't even gotten the mutton, and who knew how much trouble this mess would cause.

No, I had to leave immediately. I got up, left a note on her bedside table, and left a hundred yuan as a deposit, explaining that I wouldn't have time to buy her a gift before leaving, and that the money was for her to buy some food on her way.

Looking at her, I silently wished her well, and then tiptoed out the door. A sense of relief washed over me; I couldn't help but feel like a thief who hadn't stolen anything, and thankfully hadn't been caught. How ridiculous.

This morning, she called, but I resisted the urge to answer. I thought to myself, this kind of philandering shouldn't be done too often…

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