I was fucked by a beautiful woman driving a BMW Z4, and we did it in the car (Urban Life Adult Novel)

That was when I was a senior in college.

A snowy night.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening when I got the exact news that my girlfriend had been cheating on me.

My mood at that time was just like the weather outside the window, so cold that it seemed to freeze the whole of Beijing.

I was also very proud and didn't want to tell my roommates about it. I was so depressed that I couldn't sleep, so I ran out to smoke in the snow.

I smoked half a pack but still felt depressed, so I went to a big Internet cafe near the school to play World of Warcraft to vent my frustration.

There were not many people in the Internet cafe that night, so I chose a quiet corner to vent.

After playing for more than an hour, the two people around me paid and left, leaving me alone occupying an entire row of machines.

At this time, a man and a woman came in again and chose the two empty machines behind me to sit on.

I took a quick glance and found that the couple was a perfect match. The man was handsome and the woman was pretty, and they were both dressed very fashionably. They both looked like Korean stars. I didn't know why such people would come to the Internet cafe.

I felt jealous because my girlfriend cheated on me, so when I saw couples, I would naturally curse them.

While playing World of Warcraft, I cursed the couple behind me for betraying each other.

The curse really worked. Less than five minutes after the couple sat down, I heard a loud slap in the face:

Bang!

I turned my head instantly and saw the man standing there with his face covered and glaring at the woman.

The woman pointed outside and cursed the man in a low voice: "Get out of here! I don't want to see you now!"

The man left without saying a word.

Only the woman was left sitting in front of the machine in silence.

At the time, I thought to myself that the man was probably having an affair online and the woman brought him to the Internet cafe to correct him. It was so funny.

I turned around and looked at the woman carefully. I found that she was ruthless, but very elegant. She was probably around 26 years old, but her skin was like a little girl, so white and tender that it was almost oily. She had straight short curly hair that reached her neck, and her eyes were deep and cold, making her look very rational and fashionable.

She was also dressed fashionably, with a short black leather jacket on top and a Bohemian-style shawl draped over her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of gray woolen plaid pants and pointed boots of excellent quality on her feet.

Having a girlfriend like this and still cheating on her, I think that man really doesn't know how lucky he is.

The woman just sat there for a long time without leaving. I turned back to play World of Warcraft for a while but I couldn't concentrate at all.

I was deeply saddened by my girlfriend's betrayal, and now that I had such a beautiful woman behind me who shared the same pain as me, it was natural for me to have some adventurous thoughts: Could it be that the two of us could comfort each other?

The more I thought about it, the more this idea made sense, so I went to the administrator to change the machine and shamelessly sat next to the woman.

When I got closer to this woman, I found that she was so delicate, as if she had plastic surgery. No wonder she looked so much like a Korean.

The woman stared at the screen in deep thought, not noticing that someone sat next to her.

I also feel pressured to chat up such a charming woman.

I tried to talk to her directly several times but failed.

Finally, he could only hold his breath, take out a cigarette, and then pretend to look for a lighter, muttering, "Hey? Where's my lighter?"

My lighter is in my trouser pocket. Of course, this sentence is just a show for women to hear.

The woman still didn't notice me.

I boldly patted her shoulder and politely asked her, "Can I borrow a light?"

The woman glanced at me and said, "Do you think I look like someone with a temper?"

I didn't know where the inspiration came from at the time, so I said, "I see you're pretty angry."

The woman's eyes showed disdain and she turned her head away and ignored me.

I felt there was no chance of chatting up this girl, but I pretended to look for a lighter.

At this time the woman took action. She took out a golden Dupont lighter from her bag, lit it up with a "ding" sound, and handed it to me.

Anyone who has heard a Dupont lighter being lit knows that the sound is very pleasant and crisp.

When I heard the "ding" sound, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I quickly put the cigarette in my mouth over to ask for a lighter and said to the woman, "Thank you. You really have a lighter."

The woman was still quite cold and ignored me.

But at this time, I was already encouraged by Dupont's "ding", so I said something else: "Your boyfriend is cheating on you, beat him up."

The woman glanced at me unhappily.

I didn't back down and continued, "My girlfriend is also cheating on me with other men. I came to this internet cafe because I was so depressed that I couldn't sleep."

I thought I would win the woman's sympathy by saying this, but she replied, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

I said, "Yes, I know. But I can't get your attention if I don't say anything."

The woman snorted at me and said, "Why are you attracting my attention? Are you sick?"

I said, "If wanting to attract the attention of a gorgeous woman is a disorder, then I am a disorder."

The woman was helpless after what I said and could no longer scold me.

She didn't say anything to me, and I didn't know what to say.

We just sat there looking at our computers for about five minutes.

I kept trying to find something to say, but I really didn't know what to say. I felt that if I didn't say anything at this point, we would definitely not be able to comfort each other tonight.

I was so anxious that I took out my phone, typed a line of words and handed it to the woman: "Would I have the honor of inviting you out for a drink?"

The woman didn't hesitate at all, picked up her bag and said, "Let's go."

I didn't expect the woman to be so happy. I was still in a daze when she stood up.

When I saw that the woman had already walked several steps away, I realized that she agreed, and I quickly chased after her.

We walked side by side, and no one spoke. She was not tall, only about 1.7 meters when she wore high-heeled boots. She was really no match for my height of 1.97 meters.

Later, when we went to the front desk to pay the bill, I took the initiative to help the woman pay the bill. Of course, she wasn't there for long and didn't spend much.

When we walked out of the Internet cafe, the heavy snow was still falling and hit both of our faces.

The night wind was surprisingly cold.

I saw the woman trembling a little, and I wanted to take off my coat and put it on her, but then I felt that it was inappropriate as we were not that close yet, so I did not move.

The woman came out and saw me following her, so she asked me, "Where's your car?"

I came here by bicycle. At that time, everyone rode bicycles to go to school. I subconsciously pointed at my bicycle and said, "Where is it? What? Do you want me to ride you? Aren't you afraid of slippery ground and falling?"

The woman smiled helplessly, took out a bunch of car keys from her black handbag, and pressed the keys at the row of cars downstairs.

After two beeps, a silver BMW Z4 appeared!

I was not just dumbfounded, but completely, utterly, and utterly dumbfounded!

I wanted to take him with me on my bicycle, but it turned out that he had a BMW sports car!

I fucking wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it at that time.

The woman didn't care about my ignorance. She walked to the sports car, opened the door, and while brushing off the snow on her body, she asked me, "Aren't you coming over?"

"Go, go..." I chased after her in a daze, shook off the snow on my body and head, and got into the car with the woman.

The car had not been parked for long, and there was still some residual warmth from the heater inside, so it was not cold. It’s just that my body is too big for a single-row sports car like the Z4, so it’s a bit crowded to get in.

I didn't know if the woman was genuinely considerate or just afraid that I would damage her car, but after starting the engine, she helped me press the electronic button to adjust the seat.

This way I can sit more comfortably.

The woman didn't say anything. She rubbed her hands to keep them warm, put her handbag on the back rack, and started driving.

I didn't know what to say when I met such an awesome woman, so I just sat quietly in the car and let her take me wherever she wanted.

After sitting for more than half an hour, I couldn't sit still anymore because I found that the woman was taking me to the suburbs.

Thinking of the way she beat that man before, I started to worry that he might be a gangster. My heart was trembling, and I pretended to be calm and asked her, "Sister, where are you pulling me to?"

When the woman heard me calling her sister, she snorted softly and said, "Why, are you scared?"

I said, "In the middle of the night, a strange beauty drove a sports car and took me to a remote mountain area. If I say I'm not afraid, then I'm just pretending to be a grandson."

The woman smiled sweetly and said nothing.

I was a little panicked when I heard this, thinking maybe I had met some pervert. I quickly said, "Sister, let's drive back. I'll take you to your place. It will definitely help you to relax."

The woman said, "The place I'll take you to is more relaxing."

I said with a bitter face, "Where? Not hell, right?"

The woman smiled and said, "Don't ask anymore. Just sit still and you'll know when you get there."

The more I said this, the more panicked I became, so I quickly said, "Sister, you must see clearly that I am just a poor student who rides a bicycle. The motherland has not yet watered me and made me bloom. I am worthless, so please don't look down on me too much."

The woman didn't say anything, just drove with a smile on her face.

No matter what I said, she wouldn't turn around. I had no choice but to wait and see where she took me.

More than half an hour later, the woman drove to a remote place that I definitely didn't know.

I looked out the window. The snowflakes were floating in the air, which was very beautiful. However, there were abandoned factories around, and the silence was chilling.

The woman turned and drove the car into a dark corner.

The handbrake was engaged and the car stopped.

I began to worry that the woman was going to sell me out, and I didn't know why she brought me here. After she turned off the lights in the car and even the heater, I felt an inexplicable feeling permeating the car.

Snow kept falling on the car windows, and large hexagonal flakes of snow covered the windows in less than two minutes.

I turned my head to look at the woman and found that she looked very calm, so I asked her, "Sister, what are we doing?"

The woman turned her head and looked at me with a faint fragrance, and asked me: "What do you think, why do you want to ask me out?"

I finally understood what she said, so I swallowed my saliva and asked her, "Is there a place where I can get a room?"

The woman said directly: "Isn't the place where we are sitting the room?"

I was a little dumbfounded: "In the car? Isn't this place too narrow?"

The woman smiled faintly, took off her shawl, put her handbrake on awkwardly, crossed her legs, and sat on me passionately.

She sat on me sideways, like sitting sideways on the back of a bicycle.

I am already quite big, and if I put another person on me, you can imagine how cramped the space in the car will be. Fortunately, the design of the Z4 is quite user-friendly, and the seats can be slightly adjusted to create some space.

Things have developed to this point, which is beyond my expectations. What else can I say? Just go and hug the woman with a warm heart.

But the woman didn't want me to hug her. She pushed my hand away and continued to move towards me. After adjusting herself several times, she finally sat comfortably astride me.

I leaned back on the soft seat of the BMW, holding the woman's thighs, looking at her with envy and a little shyness.

The woman put her hands on my shoulders, looked at me with exquisite ambiguity and asked, "Have you ever played like this before?"

I shook my head dumbfoundedly: "First time."

When the woman heard what I said, her expression became more ambiguous. She stroked my chest muscles through my sweater and said, "Are you good?"

I was seduced by her and slowly got into the mood. I hugged her beautiful buttocks from behind through her woolen pants, and deliberately straightened my waist, pushed her with my already hard thing and said, "What do you think?"

The woman smiled coquettishly and restrainedly. Her eyes were so alluring that I wanted to fuck her to death on the spot. Unfortunately, the space in the car was too small and she was pinning me down, so I couldn't move. I could only anxiously pull the zipper of her leather jacket.

The woman was obedient and helped me take off her leather jacket. She was wearing a pure white wool sweater, which was tight-fitting, and her two breasts, which were neither too big nor too small, were clearly highlighted.

I couldn't help but touch her breasts. At this time, the woman pressed her body close to me and gave me a French kiss!

There was a smell of cigarette in her mouth and mine too, so the French kiss wasn't very effective. But the French kiss had a strong driving force, so we both took off our shirts, and the violent shaking also shook some of the snow off the car windows.

Although it was winter and the heater was not on in the car, the atmosphere was so warm that I didn't feel cold at all.

I hugged the woman tightly and kissed her passionately, and she rubbed her breasts against my chest muscles in a coquettish manner.

I unbuckled her belt and put my hands inside her pants to play with her soft ass. Maybe because she drives all the time, her hips are much bigger than her breasts. They feel like a piece of flesh when you grab them, and they feel especially good.

At this time, she also unbuttoned my trouser pockets, put both her hands into my underwear, and played with my treasure eagerly.

My size is very large, and she can't even hold it with both hands. I think when she touches something like this, she will definitely want me to have sex with her immediately. He pressed himself against my body with great passion.

I wanted to flirt with her some more, but the space in the car was so small that I couldn't move at all. I had to move my hands to reach under her panties, and when I did, she was already wet down there.

I only lightly touched her labia, and the woman couldn't bear it. She moaned softly, "Ah~", stood up with half bent waist, spread her legs with great effort, sat crosswise on me again, then moved her legs to the main driving position, and took off her boots and pants with great effort.

She was wearing a black lace thong which she did not take off.

I anxiously pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, and a naked giant turtle with its head poked out stood upright in the middle of the soft leather seat.

The woman wanted me to have sex with her directly, but I was a little reluctant. At that time, I really wanted this very elegant and rich woman to give me a blowjob and suck my dick.

He pushed her waist and guided her to kneel on the driver's seat.

The woman knew I wanted a blowjob without me telling her, so she leaned over and gave me a blowjob eagerly.

I just felt my cock being sucked by a soft mouth with great suction, and I leaned back on the soft seat to enjoy it to my heart's content.

The woman's words were quite serious, which suddenly reminded me of my girlfriend. I think if she is having an affair outside, she would give him a blowjob like this, right?

Excited, he grabbed the woman's hair, pressed her head hard, and asked her to speed up.

The woman didn't expect that I was so bold as to grab her hair and press her down. She looked at me very obediently and charmingly, and started sucking me very quickly.

I was feeling so good at the time, and seeing that the woman was leaning forward and looked very tired, I asked me to help her up.

Holding her soft elbow, I pulled her onto me.

The woman was finally able to be fucked by me. She sat astride my legs, pulled her thong aside, and carefully sat on my treasure that was so swollen that it was about to burst through the skylight.

My penis is nearly 20 centimeters long, and the woman couldn't bear it after sitting down only halfway. She closed her eyes with a look of unbearable lust on her face, moaning softly and not daring to sit down any further.

I just started to feel good, so I grabbed the woman's waist and thrust upwards hard, pushing my entire thing into her vagina.

At that time, the woman's head was almost hit on the sunroof by my jumping. She put both hands on the roof and kept shouting "No".

I don't care about her. You brought this to me, and now you say you don't want it after we've started doing it. How can this be reasonable?

I held her waist, and then used the soft seat and the elasticity of the car's shock absorbers to thrust into her again and again.

She was screaming in pain, saying "no", as if she was about to give birth, and she tried to spread her legs to stop me from ravaging her.

Unfortunately, the space in the car was too small, and she couldn't avoid me at all. The more she avoided me, the deeper I penetrated her. In the end, I completely held her in my arms, holding her like an iron hoop and thrusting hard.

The snow outside the car was shaken away by the two of us. The hazy night concealed in darkness a sports car that was shaking violently and making secret sounds.

It was the first time for me to experience such a feeling. Although there was little space to move, I felt like I was sitting on a sex machine. The soft vibrations brought both her and me to a wonderful climax.

The woman kept shouting no until the end.

She felt that I was getting very excited and was about to ejaculate. She wanted to push me away and begged me, "Don't ejaculate inside me. I'm not in my safe period!"

I actually didn't want to cum inside her, but unfortunately we were stuck in the car. I wanted to pull out, but I couldn't get away. After struggling to pull it out halfway, I couldn't control myself anymore. I got excited and pushed it all back in.

At that time, my baby was the thickest and largest, probably as strong as an elementary school student's fist. It pushed the woman's vagina open, and with a bang, a hot stream flowed into the woman's uterus.

The woman was so excited after I shot her that she didn't care about anything else and was still shaking on my body due to the residual force.

I was also infected by the woman's passion. I hugged her waist and gave her an orgasm while she was half soft.

Later we turned on the heater and rested for a few minutes. At the invitation of her wet little mouth, I had sex with her again.

The second time was more intense than the first. The sports car almost shook me apart. It also lasted a very long time. It probably took me nearly an hour and a half before I ejaculated. I tried every possible sitting position in the car.

After the second ejaculation, I was really exhausted, and the woman was even more exhausted. She was too lazy to move and just lay naked in my arms and fell asleep.

I was too tired to go to bed.

The woman woke up in less than two hours of sleep, and woke me up too, and helped me clean up the situation.

A lot of my semen flowed onto the leather chair, and the woman took a long time to wipe it clean.

After everything was packed up, we drove back to the city.

She sent me back to school.

During this time, neither of us asked each other's name or even addressed each other.

When we got to the school and I was about to get off the bus, the woman, who had recovered herself, took out her Dupont lighter from her handbag, handed it to me, and said to me calmly, "This is for you."

I didn't answer, got out of the car in silence, then leaned back and said to her, "Forgetting is the best gift we can give each other."

The woman must have been shocked by my words, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

I had already left the sports car and walked away without looking back.

I walked away so casually not because I was trying to be cool, but because I was a little timid.

This woman's silence really scares me. Today's society is too dark, and there are some things I know I can't afford to play with.

I hope she can really forget me.