In the winter of 1997, there was a chance that I remembered afterward, and it always came back to me. I was out of town and met a girl on business. She was staying at a hotel with me. When I first saw her, I said to myself, “That’s a pretty girl.
At dinner time in the afternoon, she, another middle-aged man, went out to dinner with me. I couldn’t help but touch her a couple of times on the way, whether intentionally or not, and she didn’t react. I didn’t dare to think I could take more advantage – I was inexperienced and my imagination was limited.
After dinner, the man who was supposed to accompany us on business, dropped us off at the hotel and went home.
I thought it was a rare chance for her and me to stay in the same hotel. But the girl didn’t have any interest in me. In the elevator to say goodbye, while shaking hands, I pinched hard, and said “nothing at night to find me”, she is still indifferent look. I had no choice but to go back to my room.
Got bored in my room, watched TV for a while, maybe took a nap, can’t remember much. Stayed in the room for a couple of hours, I was bored, reluctant, then thought of an idea, is to call her, see her reaction, really can’t say about her to go to the movies. So I picked up the phone: “Hey, Sun, how’s it going? I’m bored!” I started like this to test her heart. I don’t remember how she answered.
After less than a minute of this nonsense, she said, “Then come down to my place!” I was very happy for a while.
Five minutes later, I knocked on her door. She had a light in her eyes when she opened the door, but that’s pretty common.
I was a little panicked because I was “not being nice”.
We talked about seeing a movie and then I called the desk and asked how to get to the movie theater. When I asked her to go, she was a little squirmy and said she’d watch this TV show afterward. Dude I’m stupid na, I was in a hurry but there was nothing I could do about it. When I remembered later, she had actually been seducing me.
When I entered her room, she laughed and said, “This bed is so big, it’s a waste to sleep alone.” After she said, “Let’s watch this TV program,” she was on the bed staring at the TV. I was a little panicked, then she stepped on the bed, youthful plump ass through the jeans show, there is a kind of indescribable temptation. This kind of posture, it makes people want to lie on it. My heart was racing, but I held back from doing anything. Then she smiled at me unnaturally and moved her body, obviously to make room for me, and then she stared at the TV again.
By this time I knew what was going on, but I didn’t know how to do it – I’d never done it before. I was going to do what she did and just plop down on the spot she had made and pretend to watch TV. Instead, I sat down on the carpet next to the bed! I then hypocritically stared at the TV screen with her and pretended to ask a few questions about the plot for about five minutes!
She was younger than me in the end and couldn’t help herself first. She inexplicably got up suddenly, sat down on the bed at once, put a pillow behind her back and covered her legs with the quilt. Think about it, what kind of scene is this? She was a young girl, I was a big boy, we were alone, there is no stronger “hint” than this.
At this point she obviously panicked a bit, sat down and looked at me, then at the TV, then at me, then at the TV again. I panicked too, my blood rushed upwards and I couldn’t control it any longer. As I got into bed, I said out of tune, “I want to sit like you do.” Then I sat side by side with her! I put my legs under the covers!
She asked, “What did you say?”, probably because she was panicked or didn’t know what to say. I asked again, very girlishly, “Can I sit like this too?” She nodded her head.
To say that inexperienced people are stupid! At this point I was still gentlemanly and just sitting side by side! She got up slightly and when she leaned down again, half her body was on my shoulder. Encouraged, I put my arm around her.
I asked again, “Am I bad?” She replied, and I’ll never forget it: “It’s OK!” Well, everything was clear.
That’s when I started to really enjoy her. I experienced the sensation in my arms and thought to myself, “I’m finally holding a girl, and she’s not my wife.” I started with my hand on her stomach, over her T-Shirt, and when I saw no objections, I tried to put it right under her shirt, above her belly. It didn’t even occur to me to feel downward at that point, but rather, naturally, I took one step at a time upward, and finally ventured to take hold of the two very tender breasts above her. Later I learned that when she was calm her breasts were very small, about half a palm size, first grade language textbook so thick that it would not look too conspicuous. At this time, they swelled up to about the size of a green bowl. That feeling, really good.
We’re actually watching TV in this position at this point! How hypocritical. But it’s enjoyable, really.
There was an American movie from the thirties on TV, and she said the lead actress, Hepburn or something, looked beautiful in it. It looked so ordinary to me – I didn’t have the heart to watch TV. I was so stupid that I just sat there like I could have stayed in that position forever, and I think I should be very grateful to her for that.
She later asked me how many times I had done it, and when I told her it was the first time, she always said, “I don’t believe it!” I didn’t ask her the same question at the time, and now I kind of regret it, but I should have, because I thought she should have had a few experiences. For those of you who don’t have experience, think about how to break the ice. Can’t think of one, can you?
She slammed my skeleton shoulder at this point! What a great idea. It’s like the bugle call for the general offense! Let’s play! I rolled on top of her with a bang, just like a couple. Then I kissed her on the lips. It was a bit of a dream come true when we first touched, and soon we were kissing mouth to mouth.
Unexpectedly, she violently pushed me aside and said, “You go!” Ouch, this is not to kill people? She was already lying face down, I wanted to pull her head to kiss, she just refused. I froze on the spot, got off of her, stared at her in disbelief, and said, “What’s going on?” I didn’t know what I had done wrong.
When she saw me coming down and staring, she turned her face to me and asked me an irrelevant question, as if to say, “Are you going back?” A kind of, I can’t remember. The tone of voice showed regret, afraid that I really go back.
With my heart in my mouth, I rolled over on top of her again. I wrapped my hands around the base of her thighs and pressed my lower body firmly against her ass, getting a feel for it, and then just slammed my crotch against her hips one at a time like I was doing it for real, and a little while later she started moaning. I started to take off her blouse, kissing her backside with my lips as I did so, and she moaned even more. As I unbuckled her belt, I felt down and her private parts were already wet, a bit to my surprise.
Finally I stripped her and myself naked, I asked her if she wanted to wear a condom, she whispered, “No, I’m just three days past my vacation.” When my gun was on the edge of her wet mouth to go in, I hesitated, thinking of my wife and the resulting morality, thinking of AIDS. But, I guess there was only one choice for anyone at this point.
With determination, I slammed in and it went all the way in. She let out a big moan, obviously having waited a long time.
My first thought was: “I’ve finally done it”, my second thought was: “It feels so good, but it’s similar to the structure of my wife’s inside”, my third thought was: “I’ve finally lost my virginity! “The fourth thought was: “I don’t care what happens, I’ve done it anyway”.
I think it was because I was so excited, and because I had just made “good love” to my wife when we left the day before, that I didn’t get more than a few strokes in her before I wanted to fire. I said no, I had to take a leak, and pulled out the gun, and she laughed.
I got back on my back immediately after I came back from my pee break, and it didn’t hit the ground running, or turned on quickly. Some regrets, but more a feeling of easy satisfaction after a dream come true.
It was appreciated that she didn’t show any complaining at all, even though she clearly wasn’t having the best time.
We started chatting. What part of the world are you from, what’s your major, what’s it like to be in America, etc.?
While we were talking, sometimes I touched her breasts for a while, sometimes I touched her ass, and sometimes I just left it alone.
I was a little surprised to learn that she was a graduate of Tsinghua University, mainly because I didn’t expect Tsinghua to have such a beautiful woman. I had heard a lot of banter in the past, and there was an impression that Tsinghua was full of ugly women. When she realized that I was a few years older than she thought, she was also a little surprised. I think she seemed to like the result better because she raised her voice and asked, “Are you–that big?” And later hugged me a little tighter.
I think we had been talking for about half an hour when she made a move to roll over on top of me. At this time my skin soft gun slowly regained part of the hardness, half-soft, half-hard, with consciousness to command will still respond. I thought I could do it, so I said, “Let’s do it again!” I sat on top of her.
I didn’t realize that this time it would be the more I fought, the harder the gun was rubbed, and the more I fucked. Like a steel gun that would not fall, I fucked from the front, from the back, from the side, and played every position I could think of. Stop it! I had a great time! I had a great time!
Especially attacking from behind was my favorite. Looking at her plump ass and the lovely black mass in the middle, experiencing the sensation of myself rubbing against her cunt as I pumped and pumped, caressing her two breasts with my hands as I held them up, and the taste and sound of my crotch hitting her soft ass as I slammed it to the bottom, it was wonderful, wonderful beyond words!
Normally, this kind of enjoyment doesn’t last long, and it’s easy to let go when you get excited. At this time, I am enjoying myself to the fullest, and I just don’t ejaculate. The joy of life is nothing else but this. I thank God for giving me this love affair and this romantic one-night stand.
The way she was about to roll over onto her top when I held her dry from the front and eased up a bit, I instantly understood and reversed so she was sitting on top of me. I guess that’s her favorite position. When she got up there, her lower body wiggled forward and back. I pushed my center up so I could meet her, holding both her tits in both hands and looking at her with my eyes. Just like that I was rigid and she was soft; I was still and she was moving.
I saw her eyes closed, swinging back and forth faster and faster, her amplitude increasing, and her moans getting louder and louder. Near the end of the dozens of seconds of rapid moaning, really soul-crushing. Finally, she let out a loud scream, about a second or two, and then “boom” and fell on the bed, covered in sweat, tired look. I think she’d had her fun! I guess I was inexperienced, but I could have fought until dawn that night if I had saved my strength.
By the time she was down, I felt that the enjoyment was pretty much over, so it wasn’t long before I took my favorite position again and finished her off from behind pretty hard.
One thing that must be accounted for is that when she is excited, her private parts will emit a special fragrance. In the past, when I watched “Flesh Pope”, I thought it was blind worship for women to give out fragrance, at least this phenomenon would be rare. “The Pearl”.
Rika-fei’s body usually smells like incense, so it’s kind of a fictional family story. I was lucky to have the chance to meet a girl who could smell during sex. There was one more thing that came to my mind later: for an hour or two, her hand didn’t touch my dick, which was really puzzling.
Before we fucked, I turned off the light. She got out of bed to wash and turned on the bathroom light, then when I went in I saw her naked under the light. She was squatting on the toilet to take a piss, her nakedness was healthy, and then she cleaned herself up in the mirror and went to the tub to shower, and I got a good look at her. I still can’t believe some of it as I look at her and my own flesh.
When she took a shower, she poked her head out from the inside of the sub and smiled and said, “No one is allowed to come over”. I was stupid enough to agree, and really did not go over. Later I think back, I regret: her subtext must be “you come to play with me,” I think I was playing silly.
She ended up asking me to sleep with her that night, and I was afraid I’d get in trouble if my wife called my room and I wasn’t there, and worried that I’d get so excited I wouldn’t be able to sleep and would actually walk out and let down a good night with a good person, which was practically the only chance I’d ever had in my life.
I leaned down to kiss her before I left, and she looked even more beautiful in the low light. Was that a destiny? Later I always loved to think of that night, of her, of our meeting, of our skin to skin together.
I wonder how she is now, where she is, and if she occasionally thinks of that winter night?
But her name, her looks, I can’t forget it for the rest of my life.