My girlfriend Xiaoyue and I have been living together off-campus for quite some time. Although our daily life is usually peaceful, we both know we secretly harbor an interest in 'exposing' and 'being watched'. However, it had previously only stayed at the stage of verbal talk and slight teasing.
That weekend, Xiaoyue dragged me to go shopping downtown, and we ended up at the newly opened amusement park on the sixth floor of the department store. There was a roller rink, pool tables, an arcade area—not too crowded, just right for people like us who wanted some excitement without being too conspicuous.
Xiaoyue's skating skills were much better than mine. Wearing a plaid skirt and black tights, she circled the rink a few times before deliberately sliding up to me and whispering:
“Feng, have you noticed... someone is watching me?”
I followed her gaze and saw a boy with dyed yellow hair and a slim build leaning against the railing, his eyes fixed on her without concealment. Xiaoyue didn't avoid it; instead, she gently bit her lip, a hint of teasing in her eyes.
"Want to... be a little bolder?" she asked, leaning close to my ear.
My heart raced, but I nodded.
For the next half hour, Xiao Yue clearly started to cooperate. While skating, she would deliberately slow down and pause a few extra seconds near that blond-haired boy; when playing billiards, she would lower her upper body very low, and her short skirt would be lifted into a seductive curve. I stood not far away watching, nervous and excited. Xiao Yue would occasionally turn back and glance at me, her eyes full of the tacit understanding of “I know you’re watching.”
Later the blond boy came over on his own initiative to strike up a conversation. Xiao Yue didn't refuse, and instead chatted with him very openly for a few minutes. The three of them unconsciously walked to a relatively quiet billiards area. The lighting was dimmer there, and there were fewer people around.
Xiaoyue suddenly turned to me and said:
“Feng, I want... to take one more step forward. Stay beside me and watch, okay?”
Her voice was very soft, yet very clear. I looked into her eyes, confirming she was serious, and then nodded.
Xiaoyue actively approached that boy, first leaning gently against him, then lifting her head to kiss him. The boy was clearly surprised but soon responded. Their kiss gradually deepened. Xiaoyue's arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressing closer.
I stood a few steps away, my breathing becoming heavy. Xiaoyue knew I was watching the whole time, even occasionally turning her head to confirm my position with the corner of her eye.
After kissing for a while, Xiaoyue took the boy’s hand and placed it on her waist, then moved it lower, letting him touch her butt through the skirt. She didn’t resist; instead, she gently twisted her waist to make it easier for him. The boy’s hand gradually grew bolder, lifting the hem of the skirt and stroking through the stockings. Xiaoyue made faint nasal sounds, but she never pushed him away.
Later she herself brought the boy to the stairwell by the emergency exit. There was almost no one there, and the door was half open. I quietly followed and stood around the corner.
Xiaoyue leaned back against the wall, actively pulling the boy's hand under her skirt. She had torn a hole in her own tights, and her panties were pushed aside. When the boy's fingers entered, Xiaoyue let out a soft moan but actively raised one leg to make it easier for him.
“A little deeper... please.” She said in a low voice, with a clear trace of arousal in it.
The boy's movements sped up. Xiao Yue's breathing grew increasingly ragged; one hand gripped his shoulder tightly, while the other reached to her own chest, kneading through her clothes. Before long, her body trembled, reaching climax, the area between her legs clearly wet.
After the climax, she didn't stop. Xiaoyue actively turned around, hands against the wall, pushing her hips back. The boy moved close from behind, undoing his pants. Xiaoyue reached back to guide him, letting him enter smoothly.
She remained conscious and active throughout the entire process. Occasionally, she would glance back in my direction, her eyes hazy yet carrying a hint of pride. The man's thrusting gradually quickened, and Xiao Yue's moans became uncontrollable, yet she never called for him to stop.
When the boy finally wanted to pull out, Xiao Yue reached out and pressed on his waist, whispering:
“Inside… it’s okay.”
The boy groaned as he released. Xiao Yue closed her eyes and endured, her body trembling slightly, but without the slightest resistance.
Afterward, the two separated. Xiaoyue tidied her clothes, and the tear in her pantyhose was covered by her skirt. When she walked up to me, her cheeks were still red, and her breathing had not fully steadied.
“Let’s go.” She said softly, reaching out to take my hand.
On the bus home, Xiaoyue leaned against my shoulder and didn’t say a word for a long time. It wasn’t until we were almost at the stop that she asked softly:
"Are you... angry?"
I shook my head and held her tighter.
"No. You were very beautiful just now."
Xiaoyue softly "mm-hmm"ed, her fingers tightening in my palm.
That night, back at the rental place, we didn't do it right away. We just showered and then lay side by side on the bed. Xiao Yue suddenly turned on her side and looked at me:
"Could we do this again in the future? But only when we both agree to it."
I nodded.
“Of course. Anytime, as long as you want to stop, just stop immediately.”
Xiaoyue smiled and buried her face in my chest.
Since then, we occasionally still played similar games, but every time we would communicate in advance and make sure both sides were willing. The thrill was still there, but there was an added sense of reassurance.
And what happened that day in the amusement park stairwell became our shared secret, and later material for many nights of reminiscing.
By the time they returned to the rental, it was nearly ten o’clock at night.
The moment the lock clicked shut, Xiaoyue melted into my arms. She was still wearing the plaid miniskirt from today, and the small tear she had made in her pantyhose was faintly visible. Just as I was about to speak, she looked up first, her eyes shining intensely.
“Feng... I’m still shaking.”
Her voice was very soft, yet carried obvious arousal. I reached out to touch the back of her neck; her skin was abnormally hot. Everything that happened at the amusement park was clearly still lingering in her body.
“Still want to continue?” I asked slowly, giving her enough time to change her mind.
Xiaoyue nodded, but her movements were a bit hurried: "I do. But... only with you."
This sentence made something inside me settle completely. I picked her up in my arms, carried her into the bedroom, and kicked the door shut with my foot.
The lights were off. The city's neon lights outside the window filtered through the curtains, casting fragmented light on her face. I placed her on the bed but didn't immediately press down on her. Instead, I knelt beside the bed, my hands braced on either side of her body.
"Say that again." I lowered my head and looked at her. "What do you want now?"
Xiaoyue reached out, grabbed my collar, and pulled me lower. Her breath brushed my lips, carrying the sweetness from daytime that hadn't fully faded.
“I want you... to cover over all the feelings from daytime.” She paused, her voice even lower. “With yours.”
I kissed down.
This kiss was completely different from the one I saw in the stairwell during the day. No hesitation, no performance, only the burning desire belonging to the two of us. Xiao Yue's tongue actively tangled with mine, teeth lightly clinking, making faint sounds. My hand slid up from behind her knee, and when it touched the torn edge of her pantyhose, her whole body trembled.
“Is it still swollen here?” I asked in a low voice.
"A little... but it doesn't hurt." She grabbed my hand and led it farther inside. "Feel it."
When my fingers probed inside, she was already soaking wet. The place that had been entered by someone else during the day was now warmly wrapped around my fingers, soft and tight. Xiao Yue tilted her head back, letting out a soft, seductive nasal sound.
“Feng... don’t just use your hand.”
I pulled out my fingers and quickly took off my own clothes. Xiao Yue also cooperatively raised her body, letting me peel off her skirt and the torn pantyhose together. When the last inch of fabric left her ankles, she actively spread her legs, knees slightly bent, completely opening herself for me to see.
The light was too dim, yet I could still see the dampness between her legs. I leaned down, first touching her inner thigh with my lips. Xiao Yue immediately gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.
"Don't... don't lick for too long." Her voice trembled. "I'm very sensitive right now."
I don't listen to her. My tongue tip slowly moves up along the moist slit, finds the already swollen little bud, and gently takes it into my mouth. Xiaoyue's waist arches up sharply, but I press her back down. I circle my tongue, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes lightly scraping with my teeth. Within minutes, she starts writhing uncontrollably.
“Feng... it’s almost here... really almost...”
I increased my speed. Xiaoyue suddenly gripped the bedsheet tightly with both hands, her whole body arching like a bow, and a drawn-out, almost tearful moan escaped her throat. A surge of warm fluid gushed out, splashing onto my chin.
Before the climax had fully subsided, she reached out and pulled me up.
“Come in.” Her eyes were red, yet she was unusually clear-headed, “Come in now.”
I gripped my own painfully hard member, pressing it against her entrance. Her body, just having climaxed, was hot and soft. As soon as I entered just the tip, it was tightly sucked in. Xiao Yue bit her lower lip, her arms wrapping around my back, her nails lightly digging into my skin.
"All of it... give it to me."
I sink my hips, burying myself completely inside.
In that instant, both fell silent. Only the faint wet sounds from where they joined and each other's ragged breathing remained. Xiaoyue's inner walls were still gently spasming, squeezing me rhythmically. I lowered my head to kiss her, but she turned her head, offering her ear instead.
"Say something nice." She panted, "I want to hear it."
“It’s very hot inside.” As I slowly thrust in and out, I whispered in her ear, “You’re so tight... Xiaoyue, do you know how beautiful you look right now?”
She let out a hum and actively wrapped her legs around my waist.
I started moving for real. At first, it was deep and slow grinding, each time hitting the deepest point before almost completely pulling out. Xiaoyue's moans went from suppressed to unrestrained, her hands grabbing wildly at my back. Later, I sped up, and the sound of flesh colliding was especially clear in the quiet rental room.
"Ah... there... a little harder..."
I understood what she meant, changed the angle, and specifically targeted the spot she couldn't stand the most. Little Yue's moans instantly rose in pitch, her feet tensed, and her toes curled. I reached between us and quickly flicked her clitoris with my thumb. Under the dual stimulation, her second orgasm came fiercely and urgently. Her inner walls contracted violently, almost squeezing me to climax.
I gritted my teeth and held back, waiting for her to calm down a bit before starting to move again. This time I pressed her legs even wider open, almost folding them in half. This position allowed for extremely deep penetration; every thrust produced a clear wet sound. Xiaoyue was already fucked into a daze, her lips slightly parted, continuously letting out fragmented sounds.
"I’m about to cum..." I warned her.
“Inside.” She answered at once, her voice hoarse but firm, “I want it.”
The last few dozen thrusts were deep and heavy. I growled as I released, hot semen surging into her body in streams. Xiao Yue trembled lightly from the heat, yet her inner walls seemed to be greedily sucking. We remained in the connected position, neither moving immediately.
After a long time, I slowly withdrew. The mixed fluids immediately trickled down her inner thighs. Xiao Yue looked at the trail and suddenly let out a low laugh.
"Much more than in the daytime..."
I reached out to wipe it for her, but she stopped me.
“Don’t wipe it off. We’ll sleep like this tonight.”
She turned onto her side and pressed her face against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. In the room, only the gradually steady breathing of the two of us remained.
“Feng.” She suddenly spoke.
"Mm?"
"In the future, can we still go to that kind of place? Not that we have to do anything with other people... I mean, like today, with a little feeling of being watched."
I kissed her hair.
“Okay. But every time, you have to ask me first, and you have to ask me first too. If either side says stop, then stop immediately.”
Xiaoyue "mm-hmm"ed, her arms holding tighter.
"Okay."
We did it again that night. In the early hours of the morning, she straddled me, setting the pace herself, moving up and down while looking down at me. The sky outside the window was already faintly bright, and her body looked exceptionally pale in the morning light. I reached out to support her buttocks, thrusting upward in sync with her movements. This time, neither of us spoke again; there was only the sound of flesh slapping and unrestrained panting.
When climax arrived, Xiaoyue lay completely on top of me, her teeth lightly biting my shoulder. I felt myself ejaculate inside her again, the amount less than the first time, but still scalding.
After it was completely over, she didn't get up immediately. Just lying there, her fingers slowly drawing circles on my chest.
"What happened today," she said softly, "will become fuel for us in the future, right?"
"Yes." I replied. "And the best kind."
Xiaoyue raised her head, her eyes still glistening with the aftermath, but she smiled with contentment.
From that day on, the memory of the staircase in the amusement park really became one of the most commonly used sexual thrills in our bed. Sometimes it was just described verbally, sometimes we would really go out to find similar semi-public places. But every time, we would first make the rules clear——
Voluntary.
You can stop at any time.
A game that belonged only to the two of us.
And that boy with dyed yellow hair never appeared again. He was just a passerby in our shared secret, a temporary role we voluntarily invited into the game. What truly remained were the countless nights after that, when Xiaoyue, beneath me or on top of me, relived over and over again, and was repeatedly covered anew by me, those scorching and real sensations.
Two months quickly passed.
After that night at the amusement park, the atmosphere between Xiaoyue and me subtly changed. It wasn't distance, but something tighter, hotter. She would wait for me leaning by the door wearing my shirt when I came home late from overtime; she would suddenly push open the door while I was showering, saying nothing, just pressing her body against me; she would also suddenly straddle me late at night, kiss me, and then take me into her mouth herself.
We rarely mentioned that blond-haired boy again, but that night became a kind of silent signal. Whenever Xiao Yue looked at me with that certain gaze, or deliberately hitched up the hem of her short skirt a bit, I knew she wanted to 'play' again.
What really pushed everything forward again was an ordinary Friday night.
That day, I left work early, bought her favorite strawberries and a bottle of red wine, and went home. When I pushed the door open, only a floor lamp was on in the room. Xiao Yue sat on the sofa wearing an almost transparent white strappy nightgown, her hair loose, feet on the coffee table, knees pressed tightly together.
When she saw me, she didn't get up immediately, just gently patted the spot beside her.
"Today... I want to say something serious." Her voice was a little hoarse.
I put the things down and sat next to her. Xiaoyue leaned her face over; her breath carried a faint smell of alcohol—she had clearly already had a drink.
"Ever since that time at the amusement park, I occasionally have the same dream," she said softly. "I dream that I’m being watched and touched in front of many people, but in the end... in the end, it’s always you pulling me back, using yours to cover over all the traces everyone else left behind."
I reached out and held her hand. Her fingers were a bit cold but slowly warmed in my palm.
“So I think...” She paused, then looked up at me, “could we try again? This time the rules are a bit clearer.”
「What rules?」
"First, it has to be a time and place we both agree on. Second, whenever I say stop, you stop immediately, no exceptions. Third..." Her face flushed slightly. "Third, after it's over, you have to properly 'collect' me."
I nodded: "Okay. Tonight?"
Xiaoyue shook her head and suddenly smiled: "Tonight, let's stay at home first. I want... to be treated very roughly by you first."
That night we tried almost every position we could think of.
At first, she still retained a bit of the reserve from the daytime; when I carried her from the sofa to the dining table, she subconsciously clenched her legs. I sat her on the edge of the dining table, stood between her legs, and my fingers had already probed into her long-soaked panties.
“Don’t clench.” I said softly. “Open up.”
Xiaoyue bit her lip, slowly parting her knees. I pulled down that already useless panties and knelt directly. When my tongue touched, she leaned back, hands on the table, letting out a long, tremulous sigh.
I didn't give her time to adjust. My tongue quickly flicked, occasionally sucking hard on the already hardened little nub. Xiao Yue's waist kept trembling, her toes pointed straight, trying to close her legs several times, but I pressed them open with my hands. Before long, she climaxed, her inner thighs convulsing involuntarily, a clear liquid dripping down the edge of the table.
I stood up, pressing my already painfully hard penis against her entrance, but not rushing to enter.
"Look at me."
Xiaoyue's dazed eyes met mine. I slowly pushed in. Because she had just climaxed, she was hot and soft inside, yet still astonishingly tight. When I was fully inside, both of us let out a moan.
I started thrusting. The dining table swayed slightly with the motion, making faint sounds. Xiaoyue's nightgown had already ridden up to her waist, and her breasts swayed continuously with each impact. I reached out and held them, my thumbs circling her nipples. Her moans immediately became soft and seductive.
"Talk." While I was thrusting, I ordered her, "Tell me what you're thinking right now."
“I’m thinking... of you.” She gasped in reply. “Thinking about how you’re much deeper than that day... that man... and so much hotter...”
This sentence shot through my spine like an electric current. I lifted her legs higher, almost folding them to her chest, my movements heavy and deep. Each thrust hit the spot she couldn't withstand with precision and force. Xiao Yue was fucked beyond forming complete sentences, only managing broken cries, occasionally leaking phrases like 'so deep,' 'don't stop,' 'I'm coming.'
The second climax was more intense than the first. Her whole body tightened, her inner walls contracting violently, making my scalp tingle. I gritted my teeth and thrust a dozen more times before groaning and ejaculating inside her.
The amount of semen was more than usual. Upon withdrawal, the white liquid immediately surged out, trickling down her inner thighs and the edge of the table. Xiao Yue looked at the mess, but there was a lazy, satisfied gleam in her eyes.
Before I had fully softened, I picked her up again and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains weren't completely drawn, revealing the night view of the residential area. Xiaoyue faced away from me, her hands pressed against the glass, and I entered her from behind once more.
This position goes in very deep. I wrapped one arm around her waist, while the other hand reached around to the front, continuously stimulating her clitoris. Xiaoyue's forehead pressed against the glass, her breath fogging up a white patch on it.
"Will someone see..." Her voice trembled.
「Maybe.」 I replied in her ear, 「so you’re clamping even tighter.」
She did indeed tighten up more. I sped up, and the sound of flesh slapping seemed especially clear in the quiet night. Xiaoyue soon came again, this time she could barely stand, relying entirely on me holding her. I came for the second time while she was still in the afterglow of her climax, filling her even more.
Later, we moved to the bed. Xiaoyue took the initiative to straddle me and moved up and down on her own. Her hair hung loose, brushing across my chest with the rises and falls. I tilted my head back to look at her, looked at the expression of her own self-destruction, and suddenly felt as if something狠狠撞了一下 my heart.
That wasn't simple desire.
It's something more complex and even hotter.
Afterwards, Xiaoyue lay on top of me, her fingers slowly drawing circles on my chest. After a long while, she finally said softly:
"Next time... let's go somewhere farther away."
"Where to?"
"A hotel with a river view. Or... find another place like an amusement park, with a little risk of being seen, but actually very safe."
I kissed her hair.
"Okay. But the rules stay the same."
"Mm. It can stop anytime, both sides must agree."
She raised her head, her eyes sparkling in the darkness.
“There’s one more thing.” She suddenly added, “After it’s over, you have to... make me a complete mess like tonight, then carry me去洗. I want the feeling of being ‘reclaimed’ by you.”
I smiled, my palm stroking back and forth along her smooth spine.
“That’s easy to say.”
From that day on, our game had a clearer framework.
Sometimes it's the floor-to-ceiling window at home, sometimes driving to an observation deck in the suburbs in the middle of the night, sometimes booking a hotel room with a view of the corridor. Before each time, we carefully confirm each other's state; after each time, I carry her to the bathroom, wash her carefully with warm water, then carry her back to bed, using my lips and fingers to soothe her back to calm.
Xiaoyue said that this feeling of being "thoroughly used, then carefully put away" was more addictive to her than a simple climax.
For me, watching her gradually let go under the premise of complete trust in me, watching her be honest about her desires, and then seeing her finally curl up safely in my arms—this feeling intoxicated me more than any thrill.
The story continues.
Only this time, all possibilities were built on consent and communication.
And those scorching, real sensations would be covered anew by me time and again, and remembered together by us once more.
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