I am a university student, quite open-minded, and have always had the habit of masturbating. I focus more on quality than frequency, and I like trying fresh, stimulating things. After the internet became widespread, I developed an interest in adult products and decided to go see them in person at a store.
At nineteen, buying these things always feels a bit awkward. If you order online, you worry your family will receive the package; going to a male老板’s shop feels embarrassing; an older female老板 is easy to lecture you. Until one day, I saw an adult goods store on the ground floor of a newly developed residential complex, and the老板 was a young woman in her twenties.
She appeared mature and steady, with a good figure and decent attire that perfectly showcased her body curves. She spoke with a slight local accent but was poised and graceful. As I entered the shop, she greeted me warmly, saying there were discounts for the grand opening.
The shop was clean and tidy. I took a fancy to a male masturbator called 'Precocious Schoolgirl.' She brought it over, opened the packaging, and explained its features in detail: it could simulate oral sex, vagina, and anus; the inner wall had folds; and you could pour in hot water to increase realism.
I paid and went home to try it out; it felt really good. After that, I started going to the shop frequently, sometimes just to chat, sometimes to buy cheap little things. Over time, we became familiar. She told me she was from out of town, her husband worked in a factory, was very busy, and rarely had time to spend with her.
Once I mentioned wanting to try enlargement devices. She took me to the back room and had me drop my pants for an inspection. Seeing I was already hard, she said the size wasn't small, but still took out a Spanish enlargement device and taught me how to use it.
When there were no customers in the shop at night, she closed the door and personally instructed me. Her hands held mine, installing the base and the tether, while gently massaging to promote blood circulation. That sensation made me unable to resist reaching out to caress her chest over her clothes. She glared at me but didn't stop me.
I pushed my luck, reaching my hand under her thin summer clothes. Her breasts were firm and elastic, and her nipples gradually hardened under my fingertips. I lifted her shirt and took that point into my mouth; her breathing became ragged. She also began to respond, removing the device and taking me in her hand.
The clothes fell off one by one. Her skin was pale and smooth, made even more enticing by the red lace underwear. I unfastened her bra, and a pair of full breasts sprang out. I continued downward, removing her panties, and saw thick pubic hair and a pink, delicate vulva.
I spread her legs and gently licked her clitoris and labia with my tongue. Her body began to writhe, emitting soft moans. She also turned around and took me into her mouth, her soft tongue wrapping around the tip.
“Hurry... come in.” she said breathlessly.
I didn't satisfy her right away, continuing to tease with my tongue until she couldn't take it anymore. Only then did I press the tip against the entrance and slowly push in. Inside, she was hot and tight, her folds rubbing against me. I started with slow thrusts, gradually speeding up, each time hitting the deepest point.
Her wanton moans became continuous, her body trembling constantly. I switched to a ribbed condom for stronger stimulation. She climaxed twice, almost passing out. Finally, I took off the condom, thrust a few dozen more times, and came inside her.
Afterward, she leaned against my arms, her voice still somewhat weak:
“That’s amazing... I’ve never felt this good before. From now on, you have to take responsibility.”
I smiled and agreed. From that day on, whenever we had the chance, we would get intimate in the small room behind the shop. Her back door was also explored by me, and we both immersed ourselves in this fresh and thrilling experience.
Later she mentioned wanting to try group sex. I found a few friends I trusted. That time we played for more than three hours; she climaxed many times, was so tired she could barely move, yet still said she wanted more. When bathing, we carried her to wash her off.
This relationship has no promises, only mutual, clear willingness and desire. After each time, she always leans on my shoulder and softly says:
"Next time... come again."
And I always nodded.
College life is still going on, and this adult goods shop has become another secret outlet for me. There is a young female boss there, along with her mature body, and our repeated confirmations of those scorching, real nights.
Another month quickly passed.
That adult store became the place I frequented most after class. Sometimes I genuinely went to buy things, but more often, I just wanted to see her. Her name was Su Qing, six or seven years older than me, already married, yet she turned the small room at the back of the store into our secret space for just the two of us.
Every time I push open the shop door, as long as I see that faint, almost imperceptible smile in her eyes, I know I can stay tonight.
That evening, as soon as I entered, she locked the door behind me and pulled down the shutter. The sky outside wasn't completely dark yet, but the shop was already empty except for us.
“Close early today.” her voice was a little hoarse as she pulled me toward the back.
The small room was tidier than last time. The bed was already made, with several bottles of lubricant and some new toys she had acquired placed beside it. Suqing didn't say much; she directly pressed me onto the edge of the bed, straddled me, and leaned down to kiss me.
This kiss was more urgent than ever. Her tongue nimbly slipped in, her hands already undoing my belt. I cooperated by taking off my shirt, reaching back to unzip her skirt. The sound of fabric sliding down was especially clear in the quiet room.
Today she was wearing a black lace set, with the two full mounds on her chest bound so high they stood out prominently, while below there was only a thin strap. I reached around to the back and gently pulled; the thin strap loosened, and the entire pair of panties fell to the crook of her knees.
“Don’t rush to take it off……” she panted, but she lifted herself up on her own, releasing the thing that had already hardened from my pants.
She didn't sit down immediately. Instead, she leaned forward, first licking slowly from the base to the tip with her tongue, then taking it into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth enveloped me, her tongue moving skillfully. I gasped, my fingers threading through her hair.
Su Qing looked up at me, the corner of her mouth still holding me, her eyes full of allure. Her movements of taking me in and out grew deeper, occasionally lightly scraping sensitive spots with her teeth, making my scalp tingle.
“Enough...” I said softly, pulling her up.
She smiled, straddled my lap, guided me in herself, and slowly lowered down. When fully inside, both let out satisfied sighs. She was hot and tight inside, still contracting slightly.
“Today... I want it slower.” Her hands braced against my chest as she began moving up and down slowly.
I held her waist in coordination. Each time she came down, I thrust upward, reaching the deepest point. Her breasts swayed gently with the movement, and I reached out to cup them, my thumb circling her nipples. Su Qing's breathing immediately became ragged, and her movements sped up a bit.
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
“Mm……so deep……” she lowered her head and kissed me, her voice halting, “Much more real than the toy.”
We tried several positions. She lay prone on the bed, and I entered from behind; she lay on her back, her legs hoisted onto my shoulders; finally, she straddled me again, controlling the rhythm herself. Sweat stuck her hair to her cheeks, but her gaze grew increasingly dazed.
When the climax hit, her whole body tensed up, her inner walls contracting violently, squeezing me until I growled and released. Streams of scalding liquid shot inside; she trembled slightly as she took it, then went limp, lying on top of me.
Afterward, we didn’t separate right away. Her fingers were drawing circles on my chest, and her voice was still somewhat breathless:
"My husband has to work overtime this weekend... can you stay over?"
I nodded.
We did it twice more that night. Once in the shower, the steam fogging up the mirror, her hands braced against the wall as I thrust slowly and deeply from behind. The other time was in the early morning; she woke me up on her own, then rode me, looking into my eyes by the faint light from the window, moving up and down on her own until she climaxed again.
From that day on, whenever her husband was not around, I would stay the night.
We started trying more things from her shop. Sometimes using a vibrator, sometimes toys of different shapes, and sometimes just using our most primal bodies. Su Qing gradually became bolder, whispering in my ear how she wanted to be treated, and holding me tightly during climax, saying things she would never utter normally.
Once she mentioned wanting to try anal.
That night, she first had me use a lot of lubricant and my fingers to slowly stretch her, confirming she was completely relaxed before I entered little by little. She bit the pillow in pain but never asked me to stop. After I was fully inside, we both stayed still for a few seconds, adjusting to that incredibly tight, enveloping sensation.
“You can move now…” her voice trembled.
I started thrusting slowly. The back entrance was tighter than the front, and each thrust and pull brought a strong suction sensation. Suqing's moans carried a sobbing tone, but she kept pushing her waist back, matching my movements. When she finally climaxed, her front also sprayed a lot of fluid, soaking a large area of the bedsheet.
While washing, she leaned into my arms, smiling somewhat tiredly:
"Next time... I still want it."
I kissed her hair and promised her.
This relationship has no promises, nor does it have a future. We both know it very well. Su Qing needs the feeling of being filled, and what I need is a real, warm body, not a cold toy.
As long as both sides still want it, this door will continue to be open to me.
And those scorching nights, those moments intertwined with sweat and panting, became the most secretive and real part of my university years.
More than half a month passed.
Su Qing's husband was staying at the factory for two consecutive weeks due to a rush order. I almost became half the master of that little room. During the day, she opened for business as usual; at night, once the rolling shutter came down, the entire shop was just the two of us.
That day I arrived a bit earlier than usual. When I pushed the door open, she was tidying the shelves. Seeing me, a flicker of a smile passed through her eyes, but she didn't lock the door immediately.
“An old customer made an appointment to pick up something at seven today.” she said in a low voice, “You go wait in the back first.”
I nodded and walked into the back room, familiar with the way.
The little room was tidied up by her to be very comfortable. The bed was changed with a new set of bedding, a light gray color, looking clean and quiet. On the nightstand were several bottles of lubricants for different purposes, as well as some new toys she had recently acquired, all still in their original packaging.
I sat by the bed and waited for about twenty minutes. Faint sounds of her talking with a customer came from outside, then quickly quieted down. Then came the sound of the rolling shutter door closing, and the turning of a key.
The door was pushed open.
When Su Qing walked in, she had already taken off the loose outer jacket. Inside, she only wore a white spaghetti-strap tank top and a black miniskirt. The tank top was thin, faintly revealing the outline of a dark-colored bra underneath.
She locked the door behind her with a backhand motion, walked over, and directly straddled my lap.
"You miss me?" she asked with her head lowered, her voice carrying a hint of teasing.
I didn't answer, just raised my hand to cradle the back of her head and pulled her down for a kiss. This kiss was deeper than ever before. Her tongue actively tangled with mine, and her body slowly pressed tighter against me. I could feel the two soft mounds of her chest pressing against me through the thin fabric.
By the end of the kissing, her breathing was already ragged. I traced upward along her waistline and easily lifted up her tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra today, and a pair of breasts sprang right out, their nipples already slightly erect.
I lowered my head and took one side into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. Su Qing let out a soft nasal sound, her fingers threading through my hair, pressing me gently.
“Don’t just focus on the top……” she panted.
I smiled and let my hand slide up her thigh. Under the short skirt, she wore nothing. When my fingers touched a soft, already damp warmth, she trembled slightly.
“So urgent?” I asked softly.
"I've been wanting it all day," she answered very directly, lifting her body to unbutton my pants.
When the hard, hot member sprang out, she grasped it, her thumb gently rubbing the tip. Clear fluid had already seeped out, which she smeared around. Then she adjusted her position, aligned it, and slowly sat down.
The process of entering was slow and clear. Her insides were astonishingly hot, layers of soft flesh tightly wrapping around him. When she sat down completely, both of them let out a soft moan.
Su Qing didn't move immediately. She just looked down at me, her hands braced on my chest, but her inner walls were gently contracting.
“How do you want to play today?” she asked.
“You decide.”
She smiled and began to slowly rise and fall. Each descent was deep and solid, and as she rose, I could feel those folds scraping over sensitive spots. I held her waist, thrusting upward in sync. The sound of flesh colliding gradually became clearer, mixed with faint wet sounds.
Her movements became faster and faster. Her breasts swayed constantly with the motion. I reached out to hold them, kneading them forcefully. Su Qing's moans immediately became unrestrained, and her body leaned back slightly, pressing that most sensitive point more forcefully against me.
The climax came faster than expected. She suddenly tensed her whole body, her inner walls spasming violently, a rush of hot fluid gushing out, making the joining place even wetter. She went limp, lying on top of me, breathing rapidly, yet still gently twisting her waist to prolong the aftershocks.
I was still hard.
After she calmed down a bit, I laid her on the bed and pressed myself on top of her. She cooperatively spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. When I entered her again, she let out a satisfied sigh.
This time I held nothing back. Each thrust was deep and heavy, the sound of my scrotum slapping against her buttocks echoing loudly in the quiet room. Su Qing was pushed upward with each thrust, only to be pulled back by me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels lightly rubbing against my back.
“Shoot inside...” she said in my ear, her voice already hoarse.
The last few dozen thrusts, I almost went wild. When she climaxed again, I was also clenched tight, growling as I released. Hot semen gushed into her in streams. She held me tightly, her body trembling slightly.
Afterward, we lay side by side. One of her legs was still draped over my waist, and her fingers slowly drew circles on my chest.
"My husband might be transferred to a branch office out of town next month," she suddenly said.
I turned my head to look at her.
“It’s not decided yet.” She continued, “If I really go... what do you want?”
I am silent for a few seconds, answering honestly:
"I want to keep going. If you want to too.",
Su Qing looked at me, her eyes bright in the dim light. After a long while, she finally let out a soft 'Mm.'
“Then keep going.”
That night, we did it again. In the early hours, she woke me up on her own, then lay face down on the bed, raising her hips herself. When I entered from behind, she buried her face in the pillow but kept pushing back. This position went very deep, each thrust hitting the innermost part. Her moans were intermittent, almost turning into sobs by the end.
After it was completely over, the sky was already slightly bright.
Su Qing leaned against my chest, her voice somewhat tired but very satisfied:
"Next time... bring some new toys. I want to try something more extreme."
I kissed her hair and softly agreed.
Outside the shop door, the street already had the sounds of early risers. Yet we still lay in this small room known only to each other, our bodies still connected, our sweat mingled, and our breaths gradually synchronized.
The story continues. It's just that this time, the secret behind the door has become deeper and hotter.
All the rhythm, depth, start, and end are still entirely up to us to decide.
Another week passed.
Su Qing sent a message telling me to come again at 9:30 PM. When I arrived at the shop entrance, the rolling shutter was already down, leaving only a crack. I squeezed in sideways, and she immediately locked it behind her.
Only a small table lamp was on in the back room, casting a dim yellow light. On the bed were several new items she had bought: a wolf-tooth sleeve with tiny bumps, a remote-control egg vibrator, and a bottle of transparent liquid labeled "long-lasting lubricant".
Su Qing was wearing a loose white shirt today, the hem only reaching the top of her thighs, with nothing underneath. She walked up to me, directly reached out to undo my pants, and took out my already half-hard member, holding it in her hand.
“Don’t rush to take me off yet.” She lowered her voice, her thumb lightly circling the tip, “Today I want to try a few more things.”
She had me lie on the bed, then straddled my lower abdomen. She lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing her already slightly damp area. She picked up the vibrator, turned it to the lowest setting, and pressed it against her own clit. The faint buzzing sound started, and her waist immediately trembled slightly.
"Help me... apply the lubricant." She handed over the bottle.
I squeezed some onto my finger and slowly spread it along her slit. As soon as my finger probed inside, she let out a soft nasal sound. The vibrator's buzzing made her insides contract rhythmically, and she quickly became even wetter.
She turned off the vibrating egg, picked up the wolf-tooth sleeve, and carefully put it on me. The sensation of the raised soft spikes was obvious. She supported me, aligned me with herself, and slowly sat down bit by bit.
The process of entering was tighter than usual. As those tiny particles scraped against her inner walls, she bit her lower lip, her brows slightly furrowed, but she didn't stop. After sitting down completely, she lay against my chest, her breathing ragged.
"So swollen... those thorns... so clear..."
I held her waist and began slowly thrusting upward. With each thrust, the ridges provided extra friction. Su Qing's moans soon became uncontrollable, her body rising and falling along with mine. Her shirt was already soaked with sweat, clinging to her back, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.
I reached out, pushed her shirt up, and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her movements immediately became erratic, her inner walls continuously contracting.
“It’s coming... don’t stop...”
I increased my speed. She suddenly tensed up completely, threw her head back, and let out a drawn-out whimper. Warm fluid gushed out, turning the area where we joined into a muddy mess. The vibrator was still on, pressed casually against her lower abdomen by her own hand; the vibrations transmitted through her skin, prolonging her climax.
She lay softly on her stomach, and after a good while, she lifted her head, her eyes moist.
"Not done yet," she said hoarsely, reaching out to take off the wolf-tooth toy and replacing it with an ordinary ultrathin condom. "This time... from behind."
She rolled over, kneeling on the bed, raising her buttocks herself. I knelt behind her, parted those two soft mounds with my hands, and slowly pushed in. This position allowed for deep penetration, each thrust reaching the innermost part. She buried her face in the pillow but kept pushing her waist back.
I moved one hand around to the front, found that still-sensitive nub, and gently rubbed it. The dual stimulation quickly made her start trembling again.
“Shoot inside... today you can...” she said haltingly.
During the final冲刺, I was almost going all the way in and out. When she climaxed again, her inner walls clenched tightly. I growled as I released, hot semen gushing into her in streams. She endured it, her body trembling slightly, until I finished completely, then she softly collapsed.
We were lying on our sides, I was still inside her. Her fingers reached back to grab my hand, our fingers interlocked.
"My husband is coming back to stay for two days next weekend," she suddenly said.
“Then these two days…”
“These two days, don’t come here.” She turned to look at me, her expression serious. “After he leaves, I’ll send you a message. By then... I want to try it for longer.”
I nodded and held her tighter.
While washing, she leaned against me, letting me rinse away the traces on her body with hot water. The steam blurred the bathroom, and she suddenly turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me.
“Don’t think too much.” She said, “I know exactly what I’m doing. So do you.”
Back on the bed, she主动ly wanted another round. This time it was very slow, almost a careful grind. She straddled me, both hands braced on my chest, controlling the depth herself. Each time she came down it was deep and solid, and when she lifted up I could feel the inside of her walls clinging to me. Neither of us said a word; only the soft collision of flesh and our breaths growing more and more urgent.
When climax arrived, she lowered her head and kissed me, blocking all sound in our mouths. When semen shot inside again, she clenched tightly, as if trying to keep everything in.
Afterward she curled up in my arms and quickly fell asleep. Listening to her even breathing, I gently ran my fingers over her smooth back.
The night outside the shop was already deep. But inside this small room, the temperature was still high.
The story continues. It's just that the next meeting will be a little further apart.
During the days of waiting, those scorching sensations and the words she had spoken would replay over and over in my mind.
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