A snowy night.
At almost twelve o’clock in the evening, I got the exact news, know that I got my girlfriend before behind my back cheating on me.
At that time I was in a mood like the weather outside the window, cold enough to freeze the whole of Beijing.
I am also good face, not willing to talk to the brothers in the same dormitory, suffocated sleep, ran out of Linxue smoke.
After smoking a small half-pack and still not relieved of my depression, I went to a very large Internet cafe near my school to play Warcraft to vent my frustration.
There weren’t many people in the internet cafe that night, so I picked a quiet corner to vent by myself.
After playing for what must have been an hour or so, the two people around me also checked out and left, leaving me to occupy a whole row of machines by myself.
At that moment a new pair of men and women came in and chose the two empty machines behind me to sit on.
I glanced at the time, found that this pair of men and women are particularly well-matched, male handsome, female beautiful, and dressed in fashion, are particularly like the kind of Korean stars, I do not know why this kind of people will come to the Internet cafe.
I was so sour because my girlfriend was cheating on me that when I saw pairs, I naturally cursed them.
While playing Warcraft I cursed the pair behind me for betraying each other.
The resulting curse really did manifest itself, and not five minutes after the pair sat down, I heard a loud slap:
Snap!
I turned my head in an instant, only to see that the guy was standing covering his face and staring angrily at the female.
The woman pointed her finger outside and scolded the man in a lowered voice, “Get out of here! I don’t want to see you now!”
The man left without saying a word.
Only the female was left sitting in front of the machine in silence.
I was thinking to myself, I guess the guy was having an affair online or something, and the woman brought him to the internet cafe to correct him, and I laughed my ass off.
I turned back to take a closer look at the woman, and realized that she was ruthless in her strikes, but very elegant in her looks, her age was estimated to be around 26, but her skin was still like a little girl’s, white and tender to the point of oozing oil, and she wore a head of straight, smooth, neck-length short hair, and her eyes were deep and cold, which made her look very rational and stylish.
She was also stylishly dressed in a short black leather jacket with a bohemian shawl draped over her shoulders, and underneath she wore a pair of woolen gray plaid pants, with textured, pointy-cornered boots on her feet.
Having a woman like that as a girlfriend and stealing food, I think that guy is really in a blessed state.
The woman just sat there for half a day, and I couldn’t concentrate any more when I turned back to play some Wraith.
With my girlfriend’s betrayal to me breaking my heart terribly, and with such a beautiful woman behind me in the same boat, I rightfully had some adventurous thoughts: wasn’t it possible for the two of us to comfort each other?
The more I thought about it, the more the idea made sense, so I went to the janitor’s and switched machines and cheekily sat down next to the woman.
Getting closer to this woman, I realized that she looked really exquisite, like she had plastic surgery, no wonder she looked so much like a Korean.
The woman stared at the screen in contemplation, not caring that someone was sitting next to her.
It’s also stressful for me to hit on such a classy woman.
The few times I tried to go and talk to her directly I shriveled up.
In the end, he could only sink his teeth into a cigarette, fished it out, and then pretended to look for his lighter, chanting, “Hey? Where’s my lighter?”
My lighter is in my pants pocket. This line is, of course, a play on words for women.
The woman still wasn’t paying attention to me.
I then boldly tapped her on the shoulder and politely asked her, “Can I borrow a light, please?”
The woman glanced at me and threw out, “Do I look like I have a fire?”
I didn’t know where the inspiration came from at the time and said, “I see you’re on fire.”
Half a pound of disdain slipped out of the woman’s eyes and she turned her head to ignore me.
I felt like hitting on this woman was kind of a lost cause, but pretended to keep looking for a lighter.
At this time, the woman made a move. From her bag pulled out a gold Dupont lighter, “ding” sound hit and handed it to me.
Anyone who has ever heard a Dupont lighter light a fire knows that the sound is exceptionally nice and crisp.
At that time, I heard the “ding” sound, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, hurriedly biting the cigarette to borrow a fire to light it, and said to the woman: “Thank you. You really have a fire.”
The woman is still pretty cold and ignoring me.
But by this time I was so inspired by Dupont’s “ding” that I said, “Your boyfriend is stealing food, you hit him.”
The female glanced at me unhappily.
I don’t flinch and continue, “My girlfriend is also stealing men behind my back, and I come to this internet cafe because I’m so depressed I can’t sleep.”
I thought I would gain the female’s sympathy by saying that, but the woman threw me a “No one will take you for a dummy if you don’t speak.”
I said, “Yes, I know. But I can’t get your attention without talking.”
The woman snorted at me, “What are you doing getting my attention, what’s wrong with you?”
I said, “If hoping to get the attention of a stunning woman is considered a fault, then I have a fault.”
The woman was so helpless by my words that she couldn’t scold me anymore.
She won’t talk to me, in fact I don’t know what to say anymore.
We both just sat there looking at our own computers for what must have been five minutes.
I’ve been trying to find something more to say, but I really don’t know what to say, and I feel like if I don’t say something at this point, I’m not going to be able to comfort each other tonight for sure.
In a hurry, I pulled my cell phone out and typed a line and handed it to the woman, “Do I have the honor of taking you out for a drink?”
Without any hesitation, the woman picked up her bag and said, “Let’s go.”
I didn’t expect the woman to be so painfully honest, and when she stood up, I was still frozen.
Seeing that the woman had already taken several steps out, I realized that the woman had agreed and rushed after her.
We walked side by side, neither of us said anything, she wasn’t very tall, wearing boots with high heels, she was only about one meter seven or so, not really comparable to my height of nineteen seventeen.
When I went to the front desk later to check out, I was the one who offered to help the woman out, but of course, she hadn’t been here long at all and hadn’t spent more than a few dollars.
The still-fluttering snow hit both of us in the face as we exited the door of the Internet café’s building.
The night wind was amazingly cold.
I saw the woman shivering a little, and I was going to take off my jacket and put it on her, but then I thought it was inappropriate, and the relationship wasn’t that close yet, so I didn’t make a move.
When the woman got out the door and saw me following her, she asked me, “Where’s your car?”
I came here on my bike, and in those days I rode my bike to school, so I subconsciously pointed to my bike and said, “There it is. Why, do you want me to take you on my bike? Aren’t you afraid of falling on the slippery ground?”
The woman laughed extremely helplessly and pulled a set of car keys out of her black handbag, rushing down the row of cars and pressing them.
Only two “drops” were heard, and a silver BMW Z4 lit up!
I was not generally dumbfounded, but completely, utterly, invincibly dumbfounded!
And trying to take someone on a bike, only to have the other person have a BMW sports car!
I was like throwing a fucking pit and burying myself.
The woman didn’t care about my ignorance, and walked herself to the sports car, opened the door, and while dusting the snow off her body, asked me, “Aren’t you coming over?”
“Over, over ……” I froze and went after them, dusting the snow off my body and head as well, and joined the woman in the car.
The car hadn’t been parked long, and with the residual warmth of the warm air inside, it wasn’t cold. It’s just that my frame is too large for a single-seat sports car like the Z4, and it’s a bit of a squeeze to get in.
The woman wasn’t sure if she was being really considerate or if she was afraid I’d wreck her car, but after starting the engine, she pushed the electronic buttons and adjusted the seat for me.
So that I can sit more comfortably.
The woman didn’t say a word, rubbed her hands together to warm them, put her handbag on the back shelf, and drove on.
I don’t know what to say when I meet such an awesome woman, just sit quietly in the car and let her pull me wherever she wants.
I ended up sitting there for a half hour or so and then I got a little restless because I realized that this woman was taking me towards the suburbs.
Associated with the previous when she beat the man’s spicy, I began to worry about the girl will not be the road, the heart beat up trembling, pretending to calmly ask her: “Sister, you are pulling me where ah?”
The woman, hearing me call her sister, hummed softly and said, “What, are you afraid?”
I said, “If I say I’m not afraid of a strange, beautiful woman in a sports car pulling me into the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, I’m just pretending to be a grandson.”
The woman smiled quite sweetly and didn’t say anything.
I listened to a little bit of panic, thought don’t meet some perverts, right? Then quickly said: “Sister, let’s drive back, I’ll take you to your place, absolutely relieve the boredom.”
The woman said, “The place I’m taking you to is more of a relief.”
I said bitterly, “Where? It’s not hell, is it?”
The woman laughed and said, “Don’t you ask, just sit tight, you’ll know when you get there.”
The more I said this the more panic, so I hurriedly said: “Sister, you can see clearly, I am just a poor student riding a bicycle, the motherland has not given me water to bloom it, not worth it, you must not look down on me.”
The woman didn’t say anything, just drove with a pursed smile.
She wouldn’t turn around until I said something else, so I had no choice but to wait and see where she took me.
After another half hour or so, the woman had driven up to an out-of-the-way place I definitely didn’t recognize.
I looked out the window, snowflakes drifting and drifting, extraordinarily beautiful, but surrounded by an abandoned factory, the silence is chilling.
The woman made a U-turn and killed the car into a dark corner.
Toss the handbrake and the car stops.
I started to get quite worried if the woman was trying to sell me, not really knowing what she was doing bringing me here. It was only after she had turned off the lights in the car, and even the heat, that I felt an inexplicable wave of affection permeate the car.
Snow was falling on the windows of the car, large, hexagonal flakes that would cover the windows in less than two minutes.
I looked sideways at the woman and realized that she had a particularly calm expression, so I asked her, “Sister, what are we …… going to do?”
The woman whipped her head around to look at me with a dark scent and asked me rhetorically, “What do you think, what do you want to ask me out for?”
I figured it out when she said that, gulped and swallowed, and asked her, “Is there a place to get a room in this neighborhood?”
The woman was straightforward and said, “Isn’t the room where we’re sitting?”
I was a little dumbfounded, “In the car? It’s a little too narrow, isn’t it?”
The woman smiled faintly and removed her shawl, holding it awkwardly where the handbrake had been, and with a straddle of her legs, she sat down on top of me in a surprisingly hot manner.
She was sitting on me sideways, like on the back of a bicycle on a side seat.
I’m already very large, and with another person sitting on me, you can imagine how cramped the space in the car becomes. Thankfully, the Z4’s design is quite user-friendly, and the seats can be moved around a bit to make some room left over.
It’s gotten to this point, long beyond my expectations, so what can I say, go hug a woman with a hot heart.
The woman, however, didn’t want me to hug her, pushed my hand away and continued to move her body towards me, eventually adjusting herself several times over and over before she got comfortable and straddled me.
I leaned back against the soothing seat of the BMW, holding onto the woman’s thighs, eyeing her with a greedy and somewhat sheepish look.
For her part, the woman put her hands on my shoulders and spat out an exquisitely ambiguous look at me and asked, “Ever played like this before?”
I shook my head dumbfounded, “First time.”
The woman’s expression became even more ambiguous when she heard me say that, stroking my pecs a bit through my sweater and saying, “Are you good?”
I was hooked by her also slowly into the state, from behind through her wool pants straddling her beautiful ass, but also deliberately stretched the waist, with already a little hard gangly thing pushed her a little and said, “What do you think?”
The woman smiled in a sultry, introspective way, and the look in her eyes hooked me up to fuck her on the spot, but unfortunately there was too little room in the car, and I was still pinned down by her, with little ability to move. I could only pull the zipper of her leather jacket anxiously.
The woman was obedient and helped me remove her leather jacket. Underneath she was wearing a plain white wool sweater, the kind that fit snugly, and her two not-so-large and not-so-small breasts were accentuated.
I couldn’t resist and went for the breasts. That’s when the woman pressed herself closer to me and gave me a straight up French tongue kiss!
Her mouth tasted a little like smoke, and mine tasted like smoke, so the tongue kiss wasn’t very effective. But the push of the tongue was so strong that we both took our tops off, and the violent shaking shook down some of the snow on the car windows.
Even though it was winter and there was no heater on in the car, the atmosphere was so hot that I didn’t feel the cold at all.
I hugged the woman tightly and kissed her passionately while she sluttily rubbed her breasts against my pecs for a while.
I unbuckled her belt and slipped my hands into her pants, playing with her soft ass. Probably because she always drove, her buttocks were much bigger than her breasts, a mass of flesh in a single grip, especially palatable.
By this time she had also unzipped the pocket of my pants and had her hands all the way into my underwear, playing hungrily with my baby.
My scale was huge, she couldn’t even clutch it with two hands, and I think she must have wanted me to fuck her right away when she touched a thing like that. The enthusiasm was hot and greasy toward my body.
I wanted to flirt some more, but the space in the car was too small for me to move. I had to keep my hands off to get under her bottoms, and when I did, she was already wet down there.
I only lightly touched her pussy lips and the woman couldn’t take it, “Ah~” softly, stood up with a half hunch, took a particularly hard step and sat across me again, then swung her legs into the main driving position and painstakingly removed her boots and pants.
She was wearing a black thong with lace that she did not remove.
And in my eagerness, I backed my pants and underwear all the way down to just below my knees, and a giant naked probing turtle stood up in the middle of the soft leather seat.
The woman wanted to be fucked by me straight away, but I was a bit reluctant, I was so desperate for this very classy and rich woman to suck and eat my cock.
Just push on her waist and coax her to kneel on the main driver’s seat.
The woman didn’t need me to tell her that I wanted her to suck, so all she could do was probe over and hungrily suck my cock.
All I felt was my cock being sucked into a very absorbent soft mouth and leaned back into the soft seat to revel in it.
The woman was mouthing off quite seriously, which suddenly reminded me of my girlfriend. I think she’s out cheating with someone, and she’d suck another person’s dick like this too, right?
In a heartbeat, he grabbed onto the woman’s hair and pressed her head down hard to speed up the frequency.
The woman did not expect me to be so bold as to grab her hair and hold her down, and gave me a particularly submissive and flirtatious raised-eyed look, and sucked me up extremely quickly.
I was so cool that I saw the woman was also tired from exploring her body, so I let her get up.
Holding her by her soft elbow, she pulled her on top of me.
The woman, finally able to be fucked by me, straddled my lap, pulled her thong to one side, and carefully sat down on my already rising baby that was about to poke through the skylight.
I’m nearly 20 centimeters long down there, the woman only sat down half of it is a little bit unbearable, the face of the spring desire is difficult to close the eyes, the silk of the soft murmur did not dare to sit down again.
I, on the other hand, was just starting to get high, wrenching the woman’s waist and thrusting upward as hard as I could, leaping my entire baby all the way into her honey hole.
At that time, the woman’s head almost hit the sunroof when I jumped over her, and she held her hands on the roof of the car and shouted “no”.
I don’t care about her. You brought me here, and then you say no when you’re fucked up. How can that be right?
I wrapped my arms around her waist and proceeded to thrust her upward, one after the other, with the elasticity of the soft seat and the car’s shocks.
She cried out in pain like she was going to have a baby, and tried to pull her legs away to keep me from ravaging her like that.
Unfortunately, the space in the car is too small, she simply can not hide from me, the more I hide the deeper I inserted, and finally completely embraced her into the arms, like an iron hoop around her hard thrust.
The snow outside the car was shaken by both of us. The hazy night hid a sports car with violent shaking and springy whispers in the darkness.
It was the first time I had ever experienced that kind of sensation, and although there was very little room to move around, the whole thing felt like I was sitting on an erotic machine, and the soft vibrations were being shaken to a wonderful orgasm by both her and me.
The woman was screaming no by the end of the day.
She felt me becoming agitated down there, already showing signs of cumming, and tried to push me away, begging me, “Don’t cum in me, I’m not safe!”
I actually didn’t want to cum inside her, but unfortunately the two of us were stuck in the car at the exact moment, I tried to pull out but couldn’t get out of it at all, and I couldn’t control myself when I struggled to rip half of it out, and in the heat of the moment I plunged it all back in again.
At that time my baby was the thickest, I guess it was as strong as a schoolboy’s fist, and it pushed the woman’s vagina all the way open, and with a bang, a hot stream of water leaked all the way into the woman’s womb.
The woman didn’t care if I was shot up at the time, she was still shaking on me through the aftermath.
I was also infected by the woman’s passion and wrapped my arms around her waist, half-softening and giving her an orgasm.
Later, we both turned on the warm air and rested for a few minutes, and at the beck and call of her wet little mouth, I fucked her again.
The second time I did it was more intense than the first, the sports car almost shook me off, and it was long, probably almost an hour and a half the second time I did it before I came. Tried every position I could get in the car.
After the second shot I was really tired to death, the woman is even more so, are too lazy to move, is naked in my arms to rely on me to sleep.
I went to bed tired too.
After maybe less than two hours of sleep the woman woke up and woke me up as well, and I sorted out the battlefield.
A lot of the cum I had ejaculated ran down onto the leather chair, and it took the woman a long time to wipe it off.
After everything was packed up, we both drove back downtown.
She sent me back to school.
During this time neither one of us asked for the other’s name or even addressed them.
When I got near the school and I was about to get out of the car, the woman who had regained her poise pulled her DuPont lighter out of her handbag, handed it to me, and calmly said to me, “I’m giving it to you.”
I didn’t take it and wordlessly got out of the car, then peeked back at her and said, “Oblivion is the best gift we can give each other.”
The woman must have been so electrified by my comment at the time that she didn’t shake it off for half a day.
I, on the other hand, had left the sports car without looking back.
I’m not playing it cool by walking away so gracefully, but I’m a little timid.
This woman’s silent style really makes me shudder, today’s society is so dark, there are some things I know I can’t afford to play.
Let’s hope she’ll really get over me.