My romantic encounter in an Internet cafe (wife and mature adult novel)

That happened when I was a senior in college, one night before the new year. I have forgotten the exact date because I graduated many years ago.

Let me say here that I am quite handsome. Others say so, but I never think so.

When I was in school, maybe because I looked okay, I was popular with the opposite sex. At almost twelve o'clock in the evening, I got the exact news that my girlfriend had been cheating on me. My mood at that time was like the weather outside the window, so cold that it would freeze the whole Jinan. I was also very proud and didn't want to tell my roommates. I was so depressed that I couldn't sleep, so I ran out to smoke in the snow. I smoked half a pack of cigarettes but still felt depressed.

I went to a big internet cafe near the school to play World of Warcraft to vent my feelings. There were not many people in the internet cafe that night, and I chose a quiet corner to vent my feelings by myself. After playing for more than an hour, the two people around me also paid the bill and left, and I was the only one left occupying a whole row of machines. At this time, a man and a woman came in again and chose the two empty machines behind me to sit. I took a glance at them at the time and found that the man and woman were very well matched. The man was handsome and the woman was pretty, and they were both very fashionable. They looked like Korean stars. I didn’t know why such people would come to the internet cafe. I was jealous because my girlfriend cheated on me, and when I saw the couple, I naturally cursed them. While playing World of Warcraft, I cursed the couple behind them to betray each other. As a result, the curse really came true. Not five minutes after the man and woman sat down, I heard a loud slap! I turned my head instantly, and saw the man standing there, covering his face and glaring at the woman. The woman was very cool and pointed a finger outside, and cursed the man in a low voice: "Get out! I don't want to see you now!"

The man left without saying a word, leaving only the woman sitting in front of the computer in silence. At the time, I thought to myself that the man was probably having an affair online and was brought to the Internet cafe by the woman to be corrected. It was so funny that I turned around and looked at the woman carefully, and found that she was ruthless, but very elegant. She was probably around 26 years old, but her skin was still 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. She looked very rational and fashionable. Her clothes were also very fashionable.

She was wearing a short black leather jacket, a bohemian shawl on her shoulders, woolen gray plaid pants, and pointed boots of high quality. 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 around and played World of Warcraft for a while, but I couldn't concentrate. I was very sad about my girlfriend's betrayal, and there was such a beautiful woman behind me who shared the same pain as me. Naturally, I had some adventurous ideas: Could the two of us comfort each other? The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this idea made sense. I went to the administrator to change the machine, and shamelessly sat next to the woman. When I got close to the woman, I found that she was too 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, and didn't care that someone sat next to her. I was also under pressure to chat up such a charming woman. I wanted to talk to her directly several times, but I was discouraged. In the end, I could only hold my breath, take out a cigarette, and then pretend to find a lighter, muttering: "Hey? Where's my lighter?"

Of course, my lighter was in my trouser pocket. I was just pretending to say this to the woman. She still didn't notice me, so I boldly patted her shoulder and politely asked her, "Excuse me, can I borrow a lighter?"

The woman glanced at me and said, "Do you think I look like someone who gets angry?" I didn't know where the inspiration came from, so I said, "I think you look pretty angry!"

There was a hint of disdain in the woman's eyes, and she turned her head away and ignored me. I thought there was no chance of chatting up this woman, but I still pretended to look for a lighter. Then the woman made a move.

She pulled 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 light up knows that the sound is very nice and crisp. When I heard the "ding" sound, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I quickly handed over the cigarette I was holding to borrow a lighter to light it, and said to the woman, "Thank you.

You are really hot! "

The woman still ignored me coldly, but I was encouraged by Dupont's "ding" at this time, so I said something else: "Your boyfriend is cheating on you, beat him up."

The woman glanced at me unhappily, but 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 depressed and couldn't sleep." I thought I would win the woman's sympathy by saying this, but the woman said to me, "No one will think you are dumb if you don't speak." I said, "Yes, I know.

But I can’t get your attention even if I don’t speak.” The woman snorted at me and said, “Why do you want to get my attention? You are sick!”

I said, "If wanting to attract the attention of a gorgeous woman is a problem, then I am a problem." The woman was helpless and couldn't scold me anymore. She didn't say anything to me. In fact, 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 time, we would definitely not be able to comfort each other tonight. I was anxious, so I took out my phone, typed a line of words and handed it to the woman: "Would I be honored to take 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 straightforward. When she stood up, I was still in a daze. Seeing that the woman had walked several steps away, I realized that the woman agreed, and hurriedly chased after her. We walked side by side, and no one spoke. She was not tall, only about 1.7 meters in high-heeled boots, which was really incomparable to my height of 1.97 meters. Later, when we went to the front desk to check out, I took the initiative to help the woman pay the bill.

Of course, she didn't stay long at all. She didn't spend much money. When we left the Internet cafe, the snow was still falling and hitting our faces. The night wind was surprisingly cold. I saw the woman shivering a little. I wanted to take off my coat and put it on her, but I felt it was inappropriate. We were not that close yet, so I didn't move. The woman left the door 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, pressed the button at a row of cars downstairs, and after two beeps, a silver BMW Z4 showed up! 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! 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 him 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 residual warmth from the warm air 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 don't know if the woman is really considerate or afraid that I will damage her car. After starting the engine, she helped me press the electronic button to adjust the seat so that I can sit more comfortably. The woman didn't say anything, rubbed her hands to keep warm, put her handbag on the back rack, and drove away. I didn't know what to say to such a powerful woman, so I just sat quietly in the car and let her take me wherever she wanted. As a result, after sitting for more than half an hour, I couldn't sit still anymore because I found that this woman was taking me to the suburbs. Thinking of the spicy way she beat that man before, I began to worry that he might be from the gang. My heart was trembling, and I pretended to be calm and asked her: "Sister, where are you taking me?"

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 beautiful woman 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 didn't say anything. I felt a little panicked when I heard her, thinking, did I meet some pervert? I quickly said, "Sister, let's drive back. I'll take you to your place, it will definitely be a relief." The woman said, "The place I'll take you to is even more relaxing." I said with a bitter face, "Where? It can't be 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, she just drove with a smile on her face, and 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 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 hands on my body 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 add another person to my body, you can imagine how cramped the space in the car will become. Fortunately, the design of Z4 is quite user-friendly, and the seats can be slightly adjusted to make 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 thigh, 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, but 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 cigarettes in her mouth, and there was also a smell of cigarettes in my mouth, so the effect of the French kiss was not very good.

But the French kiss had a strong driving force, so we both took off our tops, and the violent shaking also shook off some of the snow on the car windows. Although it was winter and the heater was not on in the car, the atmosphere was so hot that I didn't feel cold at all. I hugged the woman tightly and kissed her passionately, and she rubbed her breasts against my pectoral muscles in a coquettish manner. I untied her belt, put my hands into her pants, and played with her soft buttocks.

Maybe because she drives all the time, her hips are much bigger than her breasts, and they feel like a piece of flesh when you grab them, which feels especially good. At this time, she also unbuttoned my trouser pockets, put both her hands in my underwear, and played with my treasure eagerly. My scale is very large, and she can't hold it with both hands. I think when she touches such a thing, she must want me to have sex with her immediately.

She was passionately leaning against my body. I wanted to flirt with her some more, but the space in the car was too small and I couldn't move at all.

I had to move my hands to reach under her panties. When I touched her, she was already wet down there. I only touched her labia lightly, but the woman couldn't stand it. She moaned softly, half bent over and stood up. She spread her legs with great effort, sat crosswise on me again, and then moved her legs to the driving position. She took off her boots and pants with great effort. She was wearing a black lace thong, which she didn't take off. I also anxiously pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. A naked giant turtle with its head sticking out was standing 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, so I pushed her waist and induced her to kneel on the main driver's seat. The woman knew that I wanted her blowjob without me saying it, so she leaned over and gave me a blowjob eagerly. I just felt my dick being sucked by a soft mouth with very strong suction, and I leaned against the soft seat to enjoy it to my heart's content. The woman's blowjob was 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? I got excited and grabbed the woman's hair and pressed her head hard, asking her to speed up. The woman didn't expect that I was so bold as to grab her hair and press her. She looked up at me very obediently and charmingly, and started to suck me very quickly. I was so happy at that time. Seeing that the woman was also leaning forward and was also very tired, I asked her to stand up. Holding her soft elbows, 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 about to break through the skylight. I was nearly 20 centimeters long, and the woman couldn't bear it after sitting down halfway. She closed her eyes with unbearable lust on her face, and moaned softly and didn't dare to sit down again. I was just beginning to enjoy it, so I grabbed the woman's waist and thrust upwards hard, and thrust the whole treasure into her honey hole. At that time, the woman's head almost hit the skylight because of my thrust, and she put both hands on the roof of the car, shouting "no" all the time.

＊ 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 took advantage of the soft seat and the elasticity of the car's shock absorbers, and thrust up and down into her again and again. She screamed in pain, as if she was giving birth, and tried to spread her legs to stop me from ravaging her like that. Unfortunately, the space in the car was too small, and she couldn't hide from me at all. The more she hid, the deeper I thrust into 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 all scattered by the shaking of our bodies.

The hazy night covered a sports car that was shaking violently and moaning in the darkness. It was the first time I experienced 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 was still shouting "no" at the end. She felt that I was getting very excited down there and was about to ejaculate. She wanted to push me away and begged me, "Don't cum in me. I'm not in my safe period." I didn't want to cum in her either, but unfortunately our movements were stuck in the car. I wanted to withdraw, but I couldn't. I struggled to pull it out halfway when I couldn't control myself.

Excited, I thrust it all back in. At that time, my baby was the thickest and biggest, probably as strong as an elementary school student's fist, and it pushed the woman's vagina open. With a bang, a hot stream all flowed into the woman's uterus. The woman was so excited at that time that she didn't care about anything else. She was still shaking on my body with the residual power. I was also infected by the woman's passion. I hugged her waist, and gave her an orgasm when she was half soft. Later, we turned on the heater and rested for a few minutes. At the call of her wet little mouth, I had sex with her again. The second time was more intense than the first time. The sports car almost shook me apart, and it took a long time. It might have taken me nearly an hour and a half to ejaculate the second time.

We tried every possible sitting position in the car. After the second ejaculation, I was really exhausted, and the woman was even more exhausted. They were too lazy to move. She just leaned on me and slept naked. I was also too tired to fall asleep. Maybe less than two hours later, the woman woke up, and woke me up too, to clean up the battlefield with me. A lot of semen I ejaculated flowed onto the leather seat, and the woman took a long time to wipe it clean. After everything was cleaned up, we drove back to the city and she took me back to school. During this time, neither of us asked each other's name, or even called each other by name. We didn't even get near the school. When I was about to get off the car, the woman, who had recovered her posture, took out her lighter from her handbag, handed it to me, and said to me calmly, "This is for you." I didn't take it, got off the car in silence, then leaned back and said to her, "Forgetting is the best gift we can give to each other."

The woman must have been shocked by what I said. She was in shock for a long time. I had already left the sports car and walked away without looking back. I walked away in such a cool manner not because I was pretending 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.