At that time, I was very busy with my work, and my classmates and friends didn’t really seek me out for time-consuming and physically demanding recreational activities. My housing was rented like many foreigners in Shanghai. And in that space, there is some of my history and a lot of stories of good friends that I am familiar with. Whenever I went home for New Year’s holidays or on relatively long business trips, people I knew well would come to me for a key to borrow the house. In those days, everyone was financially limited, and although rent was cheap, some graduate students were unable to help me pay half a month’s, or even just a week’s, rent. But people have sex.
I quit renting that house at the end of the day, and I’m not sure how many people lived in it. 10 years later, I sometimes dream about the way to that house, the front and side entrances to the neighborhood, and in my dreams, it’s depressing every time. In the dream, it was depressing every time. That place is a scene that I and many others do not want to look back on during the day.
I’ve lived there since I graduated from undergrad, and since about two years after that, I’ve been online a lot. Maybe I’ve been alone for too long and need to talk to people outside of work, but QQ is the easiest way to connect with strangers. My QQ number is very short, and it is always easy to attract bees and butterflies. Let’s talk about a wolf I met in QQ.
He was about 35 years old. Especially thin, average, less than 180, that is very big, very long, the front is not like a mushroom, but somewhat pointed. Fat B skinny dick was imprinted on him.
He was from Nanjing, went to Singapore right after his undergraduate studies, stayed there to work, and later became a sea turtle. He was one of the few sea turtles at that time.
He has a wife, but no children, who stayed in Singapore and was his undergraduate classmate. He encountered various shocks when he came back to Singapore, such as not knowing how to cross the street, putting his cigarette butt into his pants pocket after putting it out and bringing it home, and so on. At first, he added me, and we chatted casually. We talked quite a bit, and he talked about his experiences and feelings in Singapore and when he first came back to China. At that time he just returned to China a few months. Maybe it is quite lonely. Later, we talked a lot, began to talk about some personal things, such as himself, his wife and he borrowed the house to live with his wife’s relatives and so on. I didn’t have much to talk to him about, I just listened.
One day he was talking about his relatives and where he lived. I looked at it and it was really too close to me. I didn’t say anything, still listened to him and occasionally responded to some of his content.
After about a couple months of talking, one day he said he wanted to take a cab over to my side of town to buy me a late night snack or a drink. So I said, you don’t need a cab, you can walk. I can imagine he was pretty excited. Then I don’t know how my brain got on the wrong track, but I gave him the address and he came to my house with a bundle of beer. When he got downstairs, he called me and said, come down and pick me up.
I said, you’re a man, what’s the point of going up two flights of stairs?
He said he wanted to walk down the stairs with me for a bit and feel at home. Maybe I was lonely too and went down. He then came and took my hand. We hadn’t had any flirtations before that, hadn’t poked at each other’s looks. I was not obviously upset, just a little twisted mentally, and went to reach for the beer he was carrying, Shanghai Lippo, quite ordinary. I said, “This is it? It’s too classy.
When he heard that, he actually put the beer on the stairway, put his arm around my waist, and said, “Go, go with my brother to buy a good wine. I was a little overwhelmed by his grip, and I took his hand. The place where I live is cheap and not in the city, but the surrounding area is quite lively and convenient, with 24-hour convenience stores. So it was time to buy some more Budweiser in a listening bottle (not very classy either haha). It was probably not too early in the morning, and there weren’t too many people walking around. When I returned to the stairway, the bundle of Lipo was still there. He picked it up and put it in one hand, along with the plastic bag containing Budweiser. In the other hand, he put his arm around my waist. I did not object, we went up the stairs next to each other and entered my house.
As soon as he saw me he looked pretty HIGH as if he had been drinking before, and even higher when he walked in the door. i got some snacks out and we started drinking. I used to be a pretty good drinker, I could drink 7 or 8 beers without reacting. He didn’t seem to be doing so well, and as he drank, his face turned red and purple. Then he started walking around. I don’t know if it’s the spermatozoa. It was still him droning on and on while he drank and I listened more. He seemed to be getting out of hand in my little living room, and he started heading for my bedroom, and when I wouldn’t let him, he headed for the bathroom and the kitchen. I got a little flustered by him too. Or maybe the first time we met, it was already a bit awkward.
I don’t know how much I drank or talked. Show me your bedroom, he said. I am not an innocent girl and I know what he is thinking. I said, what do you do when your wife has someone in Singapore?
He started to get a little bit of a drunken look on his face and said I was being immodest. Then he came in and asked me if I wanted to try it. He said he would make me very comfortable. I asked him if he had fucked many people. He said he really hadn’t, just his wife so far. He was taken by his wife in undergrad and has never tasted another woman.
So I asked, “How can you be sure I’ll be comfortable? He said, I can tell. I sneered and said, “I guess you’re the one who can make sure you’re comfortable. He is a cheap laugh. After laughing, he asked me to say, his QQ avatar does not look very wolf. I said no. His avatar is a doctor, the old QQ avatar of the male id avatar wearing a doctor’s hat. He said that more than one person had added him and said that he could provide sexual services, but for 1000 dollars a night. He shook his head and said it was so expensive (in Shanghai at the time, the average monthly salary for an undergraduate graduate wasn’t even 1,000 bucks), and they knew I wanted it, and they knew I had money?
I was starting to get a little turned off watching him get a little drunk. Say, you really think you’re rich, don’t you? Never seen money, right? He smiled cheaply again. I said, must be your relatives betrayed you.
He looked at me as if I had suddenly woken him up and said, it’s really possible. So he ranted some more about his relatives. When he finished, he said, “I can’t, I can’t go back tonight, I’m drunk. So he went straight into my bedroom. He stood there to see, my me is very small, two tables, one put the TV, a window to put a desk, above a lot of books I want to use and a desktop computer. The only other thing was a double bed.
He went in alone and I went back in and the bedroom seemed to fill up. I was about to pull him out when he turned back to me and took me into his arms and asked to take him tonight. I pushed him harder and he held me tighter. So we cuddled for a while. He blew hotly and asked, want to try it? I didn’t say anything, maybe I’d been drinking a bit and it was late and I was tired. He pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed, wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my hand, and said, he felt good having me these past few months, not quite as lonely as when he first returned home.
Then he leaned his head on my shoulder. He looked like he was probably drunk. So I said, lie down then and cover yourself before you fall asleep. He looked up at me. I looked at him, my eyes were quite red, and I wanted to get up and get a book and go to the living room to stay up all night. I used to stay up a lot for various reasons.
I was about to stand up when he pulled me back, I didn’t stand still, sat down again, and was about to lie down when he pulled me back down. He, with a whoosh, lifted up my blouse. I was wearing a pullover short-sleeved jersey with elastic. All of a sudden, he saw all of the bra.
I was a little anxious and reached for my shirt, but he buried his head in my chest in a flash. I could feel his hot face against my chest. I then pushed his shoulders. When he lifted his head, he lifted my bra up the whole way. Then started sucking on my nipples. Fueled by the alcohol and this series of quick movements, I was really getting a little comfortable. This wasn’t the first time I’d had sex with a near stranger, and the idea of simply trying to see if it was comfortable or not was a little bit of a bust in my mind.
I stopped resisting and patted him on the shoulder and said, “My legs are under you. So we changed from sitting on the edge of the bed to lying on the bed. He was busy to come to take off my blouse, I pulled back and said, you control yourself. He smiled cheaply and desperately tried to undress. When we are only left with underwear, he pulled out the jj from the inside, I ate a shock. It was really quite big, and the head was different from everyone else’s, pointy. I scrutinized it for a while and he held it up and said, “You want it, don’t you? I just laughed and didn’t answer. He put me down, peeled off my panties and said, don’t worry, brother is coming.
He was on top of me, our upper bodies pressed together, and down there I felt him looking. I reached down and helped him a little, he pushed up a little harder and went in, his movements a little rusty. I said, take your time, don’t rush it. He laughed and said, you think I’m really old? With that comment, I suspected that he wasn’t really drunk and was using alcohol to go crazy. The beginning of the sampling process seemed to be a process of getting to know each other, and he moved rhythmically and slowly. I was actually rather wet, and after he moved for a while, he said, “You look different from others down there. I said how it’s different, and he said he hadn’t seen it yet, it’s just different. I sat up and we sat opposite each other and he thrust for a while and we both watched that piston going back and forth. Both seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.
The tip of his front head seemed to stimulate my senses. I also felt myself getting more and more watery. We both tried to work with each other to reciprocate the action as quickly as possible, but sitting couldn’t move fast enough. So I put on him and sat on him. First he moved up and down a few times and he moaned a little. Male.
Human moans always make me especially mesmerized. He just purred so softly, and as I got more and more tired of moving, I said to him, let’s give you a taste of something fierce. I sat on his straddle and moved my hips back and forth, my ass always pressed against him, feeling the friction between the mm and the jj especially loud and full. His grunts started to raise in volume, he started biting his lip and reaching up to grab my boobs. I was getting comfortable too.
It wasn’t much longer before he said, don’t move. I thought he was going to cum and hurriedly lifted my ass to get his jj out. He pulled on my crotch and said, not so fast, just want to enjoy it. He looked at me, pulled back my tied hair, sucked on my nipples, then said, is there anything kinkier? I was so comfortable with his teasing, and I hadn’t stopped being thrust down there. My brain didn’t seem to move and my mouth said, Go to the balcony. He was shocked and thought I was joking. So I pulled him out of bed, opened the balcony door, and there we were, two naked, sweaty men standing in the moonlight, in the early fall wind. The wind was still a little cool, and my balcony wasn’t sealed with glass like the rest of the house, it was open, and the balcony fence blocked the lower half of my body below my belly button. I put my hands on the balcony fence and stubborn my ass.
He stood dumbfounded as if he hadn’t reacted yet. I said, “You can’t take it anymore? and turned to walk back. He took me by the hand and held me down in front of him. I regained my hold on the balcony fence, just rising my ass, and already he was thrusting in.
He seemed to have a seizure and got on my back like a dog, his hands coming from behind to hold my breasts. My breasts weren’t very big and his hands weren’t too small, both of them were all in his palms.
He moved quickly thrusting, his moans gradually rising. I moved back and forth in tandem, snapping and slamming loudly, cooing and watering a bit too. Then I started moaning too, both of us moving faster and faster and moaning more and more ecstatically. The process of enjoyment and stimulation, although there is a street lamp downstairs, it is still very dark, can see clearly where there is no one, can not see clearly do not know if there is no eyes. This do not know how long, our sweat began to turn into a lubricant like, he was a little on top of me can not lie down, stand up straight, the hand is no longer eager for my breasts, but grabbed my crotch. I heard his moans start to go backwards, as if the man was leaning back.
After a while, I feel that the stamina is almost exhausted, the bottom is crispy and numb, very want to pee, can not help but the bottom of the hard shrink a few times. He suddenly accelerated the frequency, only a few times, then suddenly pulled out and abruptly shot on my waist.
I turned around and saw the satisfaction of him cumming. I should say that he had waded into me, while I had the feeling that I had conquered him. We faced each other and looked at each other and he came up and hugged me and let out a long sigh. It was still cold from the wind after calming down. He went inside with his arm around my waist and I closed the balcony door and put the curtains in place. He nonchalantly lay back down on the bed and then gestured for me to lay over as well. I wiped the cum off my body with a napkin from the table and lay over on his arm.
He put one arm around me, and with the other arm he reached up and gently gripped one of my breasts, and then gently stroked me all the way down my neck, shoulders, side, and waist. I looked into his face, a stranger 10 years older than me, and I was lying in his arms at the moment. And just now we had actually done that in the light of day.
He also seemed to think of the experience on the balcony and asked me if I had ever had one before. I said no. He said, you are different from others, the bottom looks different, and the waist is very attractive. I’m 170, my waist should be 1 foot 9 at that time. Maybe men know more about women’s bodies.
Then we were both tired and fell fast asleep. One of his hands was on my breast while we were asleep. I woke up twice in the middle of the night and quickly went back to sleep. He stayed asleep with his arm around me. The next morning we woke up because we needed to go to work separately, and I woke up early as I always do. He followed suit. When I first got up he asked me to sit on the bed with my hands on his shoulders, he touched me from my waist all the way down the side to my shoulders, then slid down to the front and down, touching my breasts, stopping for a moment. I was almost a little teased by him when he sighed and said, I wish I could do it again. With that, he kissed me softly on the lips.
I looked at him, thinking there shouldn’t be a next time.
It really didn’t happen after that. He’s called me some to talk and we’ve had dinner together twice, but nothing happened. Once he walked me to the door, I didn’t take the initiative to say go in and he didn’t mention it. The last two times we saw each other again walking down the street he would put his arm around my waist and give me a hug and a kiss in parting. Then there was some time spent chatting online. Once he was calling me to chat, he suddenly said, my wife called, not with you. I did not have time to do any reaction, he has hung up the phone. Then no longer phone contact, QQ see, he did not take the initiative to speak, I do not speak. The time is long, then really do not contact again.