A Chance Encounter That Night

A Chance Encounter That Night

Years ago, near the bend in Tai Shek Kau in Happy Valley, there was a hotel called No. 8 Inn, which offered hourly short-term rentals to cater to young couples or those needing short-term overnight stays. Due to Hong Kong's scarce land resources and limited family living space, hourly hotels were particularly popular in the 1970s and 80s, especially near middle-class neighborhoods like Happy Valley, offering high privacy and convenient transportation (close to tram lines and the racecourse).

That year, before Christmas, I was invited to a banquet hosted by Vantone Engineering Company at Lee Gardens in Causeway Bay. The venue was brightly lit, filled with clinking glasses and the aroma of champagne and roasted meat. I was wearing a well-fitting suit, wandering aimlessly through the crowd, occasionally exchanging a few words with old acquaintances. Just as I was holding a wine glass, leaning against the bar, a slender figure caught my eye. Her name was Xiaoling. She had long, flowing black hair and wore a form-fitting black low-cut evening gown that accentuated her fair skin and full bust. Her eyes were bright as autumn water, and her lips were slightly upturned with a mischievous smile. Our eyes met, and she approached us, saying softly, "You must be Mr. Chen, whom the boss always calls Robert Sir? Long time no see."

As the banquet drew to a close, we chatted amiably. She was an administrative assistant at Vantone Company, twenty-five years old, and I had just attended her wedding early last year. She lived in Mei Foo. The alcohol had flushed her cheeks, and her laughter was as melodious as silver bells. It was late at night when the party ended, and we decided to leave together. The streets of Causeway Bay still shimmered with neon lights. We hailed a taxi to return to Kowloon, and I offered her a ride.

The taxi sped along Wong Nai Chung Road, the engine's low growl and the tires' screech echoing inside. Xiaoling leaned back in her seat, her skirt slightly rolled up, revealing her long, slender legs. She suddenly pressed her forehead, frowning, "Oh dear, I feel so dizzy… I think I drank too much." I asked with concern, "Should we stop to buy some water?" She nodded, her voice soft, "No need… There's a place up ahead, No. 8 Cottage, I can just get off and rest." Hearing this, the driver, familiar with the route, stopped in front of the cottage. I paid the fare, including the round-trip ferry crossing. As we got off, the night breeze carried the fresh scent of the horse ranch grass. Xiaoling took my arm, her steps slightly unsteady as she entered the room. It wasn't large, but it was cozy and comfortable: a large double bed covered with clean white sheets, a small sofa beside it, and a dim lamp. A faint lavender scent filled the air. She closed the door, turned, and leaned against the wall, panting, "Sit down, I'll lie down for a while." I helped her take off her high heels. She lay on the bed, her skirt slipping down to her thighs, revealing the edge of her black lace panties. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, her cleavage particularly alluring under the light.

I intended to pour her a glass of water, but she suddenly grabbed my hand, her eyes half-closed, her voice low and husky: "Stay with me... I'm so hot." The alcohol and the darkness of the night instantly created an ambiguous atmosphere. I leaned down and kissed her lips, her tongue responding nimbly, moist and passionate. Our kiss escalated from gentle to wild; her arms encircled my neck, her nails lightly grazing the back of my nape. Her lips were soft as cotton candy, sweet with the taste of red wine. I sucked on her lower lip, my tongue exploring her mouth, swirling her saliva, making soft, smacking sounds.

I removed her dress; as the zipper slid down, her skin was as smooth as silk. Her bra was a black half-cup style, supporting her full C-cup breasts, her nipples already slightly erect, pink like cherries. I covered her breasts with my palm, gently kneading them. She moaned softly, "Mmm...so good..." Her breasts were soft and elastic. I lowered my head, took one nipple into my mouth, licking it in circles with my tongue, gently biting it with my teeth. Her body arched, and she gasped, "Harder...ah..." My other hand slid down to her genitals, caressing her through her panties. She was already wet, the fabric sticky. I pulled down her panties, exposing her smooth vulva to the air. Her labia were pink, her clitoris slightly swollen, glistening with clear pre-ejaculate.

Xiaoling took the initiative to remove my shirt and pants. My penis was already hard, veins bulging, clear pre-ejaculate seeping from the glans. At this moment, I held my large penis, slapping Xiaoling's cheeks as I instructed her, "Open your little mouth, baby, take my glans in, quick! Give me a blowjob."

But Xiaoling shook her head laboriously, saying, "Oh...no...I don't know how to...I've never even...sucked...my husband's...really...I can't...um...oh...no...I really...don't know how to do this..."

Hearing that Xiaoling had never even given oral sex to her own husband, I was overjoyed. I knew I would make her body burn with desire, her juices flowing freely. She would not only crave my caresses and embraces, but her mouth would also constantly want to suck on my glans or lick my penis—satisfaction that couldn't be achieved through kissing alone, unless her thirsty cunt was already satisfied.

So, I wasn't in a hurry. I continued slowly and deliberately, gently patting Xiaoling's delicate, smooth cheeks with my penis. After a moment, I pressed the head of my penis against her lips, trying to force it into her mouth. But the beautiful woman shook her head and struggled desperately, her jaw clenched, refusing to let my penis in. Besides thrusting left and right, constantly trying to force my way in, I kept coaxing her, saying, "Good girl, good baby, open your mouth and take the head of my penis in properly."

However, Xiaoling still wouldn't give in. Her bright eyes were half-open, her face... Her expression was both charmingly naive and shy, as if she didn't want to easily lose her composure; and I, confident in my abilities, was happy to continue this extremely provocative game of attack and defense with her. I began to change my strategy, no longer blindly thrusting towards her lips, but instead using my monstrous, hard glans to scrape and brush her two rosy and sensual lips up and down and left and right. After playing like this for a while, I simply used my left hand to pry open her lips, so that the glans could directly touch her two rows of snow-white teeth. With nowhere to escape, she closed her eyes, letting me diligently brush her teeth with the glans.

However, her teeth remained firmly planted, and after brushing my teeth with the head of my penis for two or three minutes, I gradually lost patience. Suddenly, I pinched the beauty's nose with my left hand. She opened her eyes in fright, and in that unintentional instant, she instinctively tried to speak. But as soon as she opened her mouth, the large head of my penis, which had been waiting for so long, tried to take advantage of the opening. Just as the large head of my penis was about to thrust in, Xiaoling suddenly realized my intention. She hurriedly tried to close her mouth, but the large head of my penis, which was already halfway in, was too much for her to stop completely. In the blink of an eye, her warm and slippery tongue inevitably came into contact with the hot head of my penis. Xiaoling... She was so embarrassed that she quickly withdrew her tongue and turned her face away, but in doing so, her tongue accidentally brushed against the tip of my penis. This lightning-fast lick sent shivers down my spine, and I let out a long, satisfied groan, "Oh, so good!... Yes, that's it!... Quick! Lick it like that again!"

Although Xiaoling heard my voice, her virgin tongue, which had never licked a man before, was equally stunned by the intense sensation of that lick. Her body was burning hot, her heart trembling, and her flushed face wore an expression that was hard to describe—a mixture of joy and sorrow. She didn't dare to speak or look at my face, simply savoring the excitement that surged from the depths of her heart!

Unable to wait for her reaction, I pinched her nostrils shut again, desperately trying to force my large glans into her mouth. At first, Xiaoling could barely hold on, but the increasingly suffocating feeling forced her to open her mouth to breathe. Although she deliberately only opened her mouth a crack, I, with my predatory gaze, repeatedly used this suffocation technique, forcing her to open her mouth wider and wider. When Xiaoling finally couldn't hold back any longer and gasped for breath, my large glans successfully entered her mouth. Although Xiaoling quickly bit down on the tip, more than a third of the glans had already successfully entered. Between Xiaoling's two rows of pearly white teeth, biting a large, purplish-black glans, she looked incredibly alluring and utterly lewd!

Afterwards, my penis finally withdrew from her mouth. She grasped it, stroking it up and down, her palms warm, her movements practiced: "So big… I want it…" I parted her legs; her inner thighs were fair and flawless, her knees trembling slightly. I inserted my finger into her vagina; it was hot and tight inside, the walls gripping my finger, and her juices flowed out with a gurgling sound. I thrust in and out a few times, and she moaned, "Come in...faster..."

I kissed her vulva; a faint fragrance wafted from it, further stimulating my senses. I continued to probe the tightly closed vulva; the wet, glistening area in the firelight was a beautiful sight. I parted her legs and rubbed my tongue against her vaginal opening, causing more fluid to flow.

I knelt on the bed, my penis aimed at her entrance, and slowly pushed in. Her vagina was as soft as velvet, yet it sucked me tightly. With each inch I pushed in, she let out a satisfied sigh: "Ah...so full..." Once fully inside, I began to thrust, first slowly, letting the head of my penis rub against her G-spot. Her body writhed with the rhythm, her breasts swaying, her nipples tracing arcs in the air. Her juices flowed down her thighs, soaking the sheets. I increased the speed, thrusting harder, her labia being pulled open, making a slapping sound as flesh collided. She screamed, "Deeper...it's hitting my cervix...oh..."

We switched to the woman-on-top position, her straddling me, her vagina engulfing my penis, moving up and down. Her buttocks were round and full, and I held them with both hands, helping her sway. Her sparse pubic hair rubbed against my lower abdomen, sending waves of tingling sensations through me. She looked down at our point of contact, panting, "Look...it's going in and out...so lewd..." I reached out and rubbed her clitoris, her body trembling, reaching orgasm: "Ah...I'm coming..." Her vagina contracted violently, her love juice gushing out, splashing onto my penis, hot and sticky.

I rolled over onto her, thrusting violently, my scrotum slapping against her perineum, making a loud slapping sound. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails digging into my back: "Shoot inside...fill me..."

The rhythm of my thrusts, in sync with the contractions of her vagina, finally brought us to a shared climax. My penis pulsated inside her, spurting out streams of semen, filling the depths of her uterus. As she climaxed simultaneously, her whole body spasmed, her vaginal walls squeezing me like waves, as if trying to drain the last drop.

Afterwards, we lay in bed, sweat and bodily fluids mingling, the air thick with the sweet, pungent smell of sex. She curled up in my arms, whispering, "This feeling...like coming back to life." That night, our union was not just a physical release, but an awakening of the soul. From that moment on, that memory burned like a raging fire, forever etched in my heart.

Not long after, I learned that her marriage had been tarnished by her husband's infidelity during her pregnancy. She felt anger and heartbreak over his betrayal and sought revenge.