Chapter 1

It's been a month since the PC has been gone

Because of work, PC often runs out of the country. This time he went to that small town in the north for a long time.

We have been together for more than four years. Four years have changed from an inexperienced little girl to a mature woman. In this famous multinational company, I have also changed from a small administrative assistant to a training manager in charge of consumption training in China.

The busy work of us, we are flying around the world, and only half of the time we can stay together in a year

Sometimes I think, maybe it is because of this separation and separation that stimulates our love even more. During the time we are together, whether it is feelings or physical, our days are always full of passion, and PCs can always come up with many ideas to try various sexual adventures. At first, I was not used to it, but I gradually fell in love with this exciting game.

Trying various sexual adventures, whether when we get together or when we are separated, has become an indispensable part of our in life

Although we enjoy and release our desires through various remote games during the separation, it is really hard to bear in a month.

Sitting in this luxury bus heading north, I secretly thanked that I could catch the last train to this northern town today.

Before getting off work, the company decided to ask me to go to the small town where the PC is located to give us a newly signed dealer training in the local area. The air ticket was not available for the day. In order to see him one night earlier, I rushed directly from the company to the long-distance bus station and got on the bus at the last minute panting.

This is a luxurious VLV bus, the seat on the car is spacious and comfortable, and the pirated vcd is constantly playing on the TV above the head in front, which makes the six-hour journey much easier

There were only two passengers in the car. There was a pretty young man sitting in the third row, with short curled hair, fair and clean skin, bright eyes, about twenty-two or three years old, and a black computer bag on the seat beside him. I guess he was on a business trip like me.

I walked over the first row of another passenger, hesitated on the aisle next to the empty second row, and walked to the third row, sitting on the other side of the aisle. The young man across the aisle glanced at me, smiled and said hello to me.

Since I saw the Meteor Garden, I suddenly realized that this 28-year-old woman is also very interested in the little boy who is much younger than me. She is not the taste that only has feelings for mature men when she was in her early twenties.

hi, I called the PC and was busy rushing the bus. I haven't told him that I'm going to see him yet

I'll pick you up, knowing I'm going to see him, I'm very excited, let's have fun

What are you playing, I deliberately teased him

Of course I am playing with you. His voice is full of teasing, or I can consider it if you play.

I felt that the boy in the aisle glanced at me. My phone and microphone were always silenced. This feeling of making people see through privacy made me thrill in my heart.

Since I played the voice of sexual harassment game of the next door with PC at Jingrui Hotel in Beijing a few years ago, I felt that I could really feel stimulating and excited from various exposures. PC explained that because women like to be appreciated and touched, and like the feeling of being the protagonist, they subconsciously expose their impulse. However, he felt that the basis of sex was based on the other person's happiness, so when I felt stimulating and excited in this exposure, he would be even more excited and excited.

How do you want to play? I pretended not to know what the boy next to me could hear. I also changed to a hand closer to the boy to hold the phone, and moved the phone a little bit away my cheek so that the sound could spread more easily

Haha, is there a handsome guy next to you? The PC is very smart, he knows what I like

Hehe, his words made my face a little hot, I quickly pressed the phone tightly on my ears. This time I really hope that the boy didn't hear his question just now

Haha, I know, I'm still busy. I'll call you when I go back. Let's play a small game first, I can't wait

OK, hurry up, I hung up the phone, thinking in my heart that I didn't know what he wanted to do, suddenly I remembered a story about a luxury bus in Yaqing, and secretly looked at the boy next to me, my heart began to pound again, and it felt like it was getting moist underneath.

In early spring, Jiangnan was still chilly, and the car was driving warm. I took off my coat because I didn’t have time to go home to change my clothes. The coat was still a silver-gray suit dress worn in the office. I remembered that PC likes me to wear professional clothes to make love with him. When I think of this, I can’t suppress my desire.

Actually, I have always been a woman with strong desires, but no matter how I look at it, I am a beautiful and decent ffice lady

When I was a child, I didn’t know what sex was going on. I just felt strange when I saw a handsome man. I tried to masturbate when I was about fourteen or fifteen years old. At first, I clamped the pillow between my legs and squeezed it hard. I felt very comfortable when I got to know a little more. I couldn’t sleep at night and imagined my favorite male classmate stroking me. At first, I just touched my growing breasts by myself. Later, I couldn’t help but touched my lower abdomen, but when my fingers touched the garden where young hair had just grown, I didn’t dare to touch it down.

Finally, one time I couldn't help it, so I pulled a small piece of cotton out of the quilt and squeezed my clitoris on my fingers. I thought that was the first time I had an orgasm. When the pleasure came like a tide, it really scared me.

Since then I have been obsessed with masturbation. For a while, I have to do it once or twice a day, and I can hardly fall asleep without masturbation at night.

Since then, I have developed the habit of masturbating through fabrics, and until now I have never touched my clitoris with my fingers.

For a long time, I always put a glasses cloth in my bag. Some friends wondered why I don’t wear glasses but always wear a glasses cloth. Sometimes they joked about whether it was a token of love given to me by a boy, and only I know its special purpose

As I get older, my desire seems to be getting stronger and stronger. After work, I always have a few pads in my handbag, because many times the bottom will be so wet inexplicably, so I have to change the pads at least four or five times a day.

For a while, my mind was always occupied by some pornographic thoughts. I couldn't help it and ran to the bathroom to use my glasses cloth.

Later, when I got busy with work, I naturally didn’t have so much energy or time to think too much, but I still suddenly had a lot of thoughts. At this time, I would subconsciously cross my legs under the desk and clamp them hard, just like when I was a child, I would put a small apple under my back while I was not paying attention. I would feel more fulfilling when I was holding an orgasm.

The one that made me feel very exciting was in the company's conference room. I leaned against the conference table and called a supplier. The corner of the table was just between my legs below me. On the other end of the phone was a man who I had a good impression of on weekdays. While talking to him, I subconsciously squeezed and pressed my lower corner. Suddenly I found that this angle and the way of pressing me could easily bring me pleasure. Other colleagues outside the window were busy. Even if they looked in from the window, they just saw me shaking my body gently and subconsciously making a call.

In this way, even I gradually felt my breathing in the receiver. The man on the phone asked me friendly if I had a cold. Just when I answered that he was fine, the climax came. I stopped after half of my words. I tried hard to control myself not to make louder sounds. That climax was really unusual.

Since then, whenever I have the chance, I will call the man I usually like but never have any special relationship with. When I get home at night, I will imagine that the man is masturbating in his way on the other end of the phone. This idea will make me very excited.

The car has been driving for about two hours, and the sky is getting darker. The sunset is falling from outside the car window, making people feel lazy and lazy. I moved to the seat beside the window and took off my leather shoes that had bound me for the day. Because I leaned tilted between the back of the chair and the car window, when I placed my legs on the seat next to me, the suit skirt that was not long, which was slightly raised to the thighs, revealing the white skin above the stockings and stockings. The boy on the aisle couldn't help but look at my slender legs and said in a chat: I'm very tired when I take a long-distance bus.

Yes, I responded to him with a smile, and one hand subconsciously stretched the hem of the skirt down, and my feet were about to swollen.

Is it on a business trip? He asked me with a smile

Yes, what about you?

While answering him, I wanted to see it from his perspective. I don’t know if I can see my underwear. Although I like to be seen by others, the exposed games I played in the past were with PCs. It’s really uncomfortable to let a strange man look at him alone.

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but move my legs off the chair

So is me his eyes moved with my legs

I went to the bathroom. He was so uncomfortable that I was staring at me. I stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom to take off my stockings and completely free my toes.

The bus driving at high speed is still a little bumpy on the highway. The good shock absorption system makes the car like a small boat on the sea, rising and falling regularly. I held the rows of seats to the middle of the bus, walked down several steps connected to the emergency door, and the bathroom was squeezed in a small corner.

The handle of the door opening was embedded in a round black groove. I pulled it hard, but the door was still moving.

I have never used the bathroom on a long-distance bus, and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It would be fine if I didn't take off my stockings. If the bathroom really broke and I had to go to the toilet later, wouldn't it really be as embarrassing as the girl written in Yaqing? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but kick the door.

What's wrong? Can't open the door? The boy probably heard the sound of me kicking the door, walked over and leaned on the side of the bathroom to look up and asked

I don't know, the door can't be opened, I'll ask the driver, I'll answer embarrassedly

I'll take a look first, that handle needs to be twisted

As he said that, he walked down two steps and reached over

The aisle was so narrow that it could only allow one person to pass by. I hurriedly hid back and leaned against the wall opposite the bathroom behind me.

It seemed that there was something wrong. He rotated the handle left and right, but the door seemed to have just squeezed a little bit of a thin slit. He had to take another step and the space was even smaller. I had to try to move up to the top of the step and give him the place. At this time, he was bent down and forcefully. Just as I moved behind him, his butt hit my lower abdomen.

Oh my god... I couldn't help but scream, pushing his waist with both hands, and I instantly felt that his back waist was strong and elastic.

Oh, I'm sorry! Obviously he didn't expect to touch me. In amazement, he turned around suddenly and hit my right chest with his elbow heavily

Oh... Hiss???? I gasped in pain and covered my right breast with both hands. It hurts so much!

The boy quickly turned around, and when he turned around, he held his hands high, as if he was afraid that he would be suspected of eating tofu, but this place was too small. When he turned around, his crotch rubbed against my lower abdomen.

I cushioned my feet hard, leaned back with my body vigorously, and quickly moved my hands away from my chest, trying to push his crotch away from my body, but the moment I pushed him, he had turned his body, and my right hand was just pushing on his lower abdomen. Oh my God!

I couldn't help but scream again, because I found that his thing was actually standing in his crotch, and it felt a little hard, but my hand was pressed on it

Sorry, I'm sorry, I kept saying sorry, but I thought to myself, men are really not a good thing, they touch me so much, but he actually reacted like this

It's okay, his hand is still holding it up. I saw that his face turned red slightly. Obviously, I felt a little embarrassed to let me discover his secret. Of course you are okay, I muttered to myself, I was still very shy. Fortunately, I'm not that kind of bad man

In this empty space, I moved my body hard toward the outside steps. The bus was still shaking constantly. My lower abdomen was rubbing against his lower abdomen. I felt that the thing was harder than before. My hand was at a loss and pushed his chest. I felt that he was a strong boy, and his body was emitting the fragrance of shower gel, which made me almost forget the pain in my chest.

Finally, I climbed onto the steps as if I ran away, turned around and looked at him as he was still competing with the door, but my heart was jumping wildly

Looking at the sweat beads on his forehead, I not only felt a little good for him

I bent down and wanted to see how he was dealing with the door. When I bent down, I felt my breasts shaking with the bumps of the car, as if they were about to jump out of the bra.

Why isn't it? I bent down and asked him

No, he looked up at me, and I felt his eyes staring into the collar of my silver suit, but I found that I didn't care much about his gaze anymore

I have a habit. When buying bras, I always like to buy larger sizes, because I don’t like the feeling of being tightly bound. Later, when I started playing exposed games with PC, loose bras, especially this kind of bras without shoulder straps, is particularly convenient.

PC likes to let me wear low-collar clothes to go to the supermarket to buy things. When I bent down to look for things in the freezer, I can feel the man next to me staring at my collar. From the upper edge of my loose bra, I can sometimes see my nipples.

I do like this feeling of being watched by men. Sometimes I am very glad to meet PC. It can take me to experience so much happiness. The feeling of wearing a bra and being seen by a man through the collar is completely different from being seen by someone from the collar when he is not wearing underwear. This is a difference between being easily exposed and not easily exposed. Perhaps the same is true for men. The happiness that is easy to get is not the happiest happiness. It is hard for PC to understand my feelings like this and he is happy with it.

But like this kind of exposed game, you must have a PC present every time, otherwise I will feel like betraying him, and only when he is there I will feel safe, and only when I have a sense of security can I have fun with my sense of security can I have a good time.

So when this boy stared at me like this, I still felt very cramped, but seeing how hard he worked, I began to forgive him for his slightly shy and presumptuousness. Maybe I was born a lewd woman?

What's wrong? We struggled for a long time and finally alarmed the co-pilot sitting in the front row sleeping. This was a somewhat bald thin man, who looked like he was about forties.

The bathroom cannot be opened

As I said, I turned my body sideways, facing the car window, and facing the empty and uneven aisle, letting him pass by. I don't want to be attacked by such a man again

He was emitting a smell of oil smoke all over his body, rubbing against me. When the boy came up, the car continued to shake. I felt his hanging back of his hand rubbing against my butt intentionally or unintentionally with the car. This lustful Shanghai man is really hateful.

The boy finally gave up and replaced this hateful old man. The old man stood beside me and walked down staggeringly. He glanced at the door and said, "It's broken, it can't be opened."

What should I do? The boy asked him while wiping his sweat

Let's stop at the rest area later. He said ill intentionally

There was no choice but to go back to your seat

It was getting dark, and there was an old movie on the TV. I turned on the light, took out the computer from my bag, and checked the files casually inside.

My breasts that were sore by him just now were soaring, and it felt very strange. And I felt that the nipples over there were hard and standing up, as if they were touching me even more powerful than usual. It was so strange. Why did it feel like this after being hit?

I had talked to PC about SM before. We didn't accept abused sex. I couldn't understand how to feel pleasure by dropping hot wax on my breasts, but now I seem to understand a little bit. As I thought about it, my hand couldn't help but subconsciously put it on my right breast and rub it gently. Occasionally, when I looked up, I suddenly realized that the boy in the aisle was secretly looking at me.

Are you okay? When he saw me looking at him, he asked me embarrassedly, but his eyes were still glancing at the movement of my hand.

It's okay, I chuckled slightly, my hands were still on my chest and pressed gently, I was no longer as cramped as I was at the beginning, he was just a kind and shy little boy, and I didn't do anything

As I was talking, I put my calves on the seat next to me as if I was just getting on the car.

The light above my head was sprinkled on me, and under the light I found that my legs were really sexy and charming

It's okay, but my legs are sore. I put my hands on my legs and complained

Yes, long-distance buses are very hard, he took the opportunity to take a few more glances at my legs. It's really troublesome to not be able to go to the toilet. You have no problem, he asked me

Oh, that's all right, I wanted to take off my socks. I felt that I was relaxed in front of him, but he didn't say anything. Yes, what can he say

Seeing him looking so honest, I suddenly had a strange idea in my mind. I really want to drag my stockings down next to this boy under such soft lights in this flying car.

This thought occupied my mind for a while, and I felt my heart beating faster, as if I was going to steal something, and the bottom began to get wet again

After several decisions, I finally closed the laptop, put it aside, moved my legs from the seat, and after a few seconds, I plucked up the courage to reach under the hem of the skirt and lifted the hem of the skirt twenty centimeters above my knees. The boy was obviously surprised. I gently pulled the socks with both hands and took them down, turning my head and smiling and said to him: I'll take it off.

Yeah yeah

He was a little incoherent, staring at my legs, and I gently took off a pair of stockings. When the stockings were taken off by me, I felt the bottom of my body wet little by little. When it was taken off to the bottom, I bent down and pulled it off my toes. When I bent down, I knew that he must be looking inward from my neckline again, which made me even more excited. At this time, the feeling was very different from being seen by him next to the bathroom.

Taking off my stockings, I still put my legs on the seat. My legs were completely exposed to the light, and my white skin showed a delicate luster. I have always cared about my own care, so my skin has always been the kind that girls envied in the company.

I turned on the computer again, but I couldn't see anything

I was thinking that any boy who makes me feel a little bit more excited. Am I really a very sexy woman? Or in my subconscious, I just want to be a sexy woman. The huge work pressure and hypocritical social methods have not reduced my desire at all. On the contrary, the constant surging needs are getting stronger and stronger. With PC, he made me completely become a real woman. Perhaps this is also an important reason why I love him.

When I was having sex with him, I had a special hobby, that is, I wanted him to swear, call me a slutty woman, a slutty woman, and I also wanted him to fuck me while saying that he wanted to fuck me, and I would never say these words. He is actually a very gentleman man. Many times in bed, I would say something and then he repeated it. For outsiders, I wouldn't believe that I would say such things no matter what, and I wouldn't know that I like to be said like this when I make love. I wouldn't know that I like to be said like this when I make love.

I remember when I had sex with PC for the first time, I rode on him, holding his face in both hands and told him that I wanted to let him see how a lady who loves everyone makes love so crazy. Maybe I just wanted to use this method to fight the pressure of work, but later I didn't expect PC to be a sex maker who is bolder and more obsessed with me.

I've actually always fantasized about having sex with two men at the same time. On my computer, one of the downloaded movies I like to watch the most is that two men are fucking a woman, and that woman is fucked to death.

One of my favorite sexual fantasies is to fantasize that I am a comfort woman and being fucked in the military camp. Start with the officers. The officers and soldiers of low-level ranks are waiting for their superiors to fuck me outside the tent. I was also fucked to death inside, moaning loudly and lewdly. When people outside heard my voice, they began to harden, lined up to fuck me. They couldn't wait to peek inside the crack of the door and touched my cock by my boss, and then shot the semen on the door. I reached orgasm again and again until my vagina was dry, and then someone forced me to penetrate it. And I reached another orgasm again and again.

I almost obsessed with the feeling of making the men around me hard. I also fantasize that when I was fucked by a PC, there were many people watching me, and then countless hands touched me

At first these were just my own fantasies, but it was not until one time when we were on a business trip, I saw PC talk about his own sex page on the sex page we built and he wanted to try 3p or 4p with me, and I realized that this idea was also attractive to him.

During that ten days apart, we kept discussing this issue online. We also tried to let him watch other men have cybersex with me in our chat room, watch other men lick my slutty B on the screen, and my PC and I masturbate in front of two computers in two different cities and then reach orgasm

All this makes both of us have the urge to try it out in real life

Interestingly, both of us can accept 4p, but we can only accept 3p with another man instead of a woman. Sometimes I doubt if I love him a little more and I am jealous of him having sex with other women.

But, on the other hand, he did not accept that other men were really fucking me with their dicks, and he felt that he could not really enter other women's bodies.

And I, to be honest, as long as the man is good enough and the pc is present, as long as I don’t let me lick the man’s dick with my mouth, I can accept anything. From this point of view, it seems that he loves me more.

Maybe the difference is just because PC is a man and I am a woman

Miss, this is the dinner prepared in the car. The annoying Shanghai man interrupted my mind and handed a thick ham sausage and bread to my bed. In a blink of an eye, the car had been driving for 3 and a half hours.

I held the ham sausage in my hand, remembering the night before leaving this time, he used this ham sausage, peeled off the plastic packaging, put on a condom to insert it into me. After inserting it for a while, he came in by himself again.

In my body, the pc meat stick and the ham sausage with condoms are two completely different feelings. I closed my eyes and seemed to be two different men taking turns to fuck me. That time I reached a very, very strong orgasm.

Thinking about it, I really wish I could insert this ham sausage into my vagina now

Just then the phone rang, it was a pc

hi, my dear, where have you been? Do you miss me?

Think about it, there is still half way

Alas, you told me the email two days ago that you learned a new way to do it yourself from the comics?

I secretly glanced at the boy over there, wondering if he heard the sound of a pc in the microphone

It's the saying between PC and me, which means masturbation. Because we don't spend a lot of time together, we are always thinking about various ideas to satisfy ourselves.

Yes, it's quite interesting. I'll show you when I look back. I guess the boy next to me may not understand what it means to do it himself, so he has become much bolder in his words.

I want to see it now,

Then no matter how you look at it, you can't see me acting cute to him

I can't see others can see it. Just tell me what other people react when they see it. This guy is so beautiful, so I won't let me masturbate in the car.

No, this time the action is quite troublesome, how to do it here? I'm talking about it

Are there many people in the car? PC then asked

That's not, but there was a handsome guy across the aisle next to me. I whispered, and secretly saw if the boy next to me was eavesdropping?

Hahahaha, PC smiled happily, he always likes to tease me like this, isn't that just right

No, there is nothing, and you are not here, I feel uncomfortable

I'll be with you on the phone, what do you need? He asked me curiously

Need, need...at least a pair of pantyhose!

The words of pc encouraged me, and my courage became stronger and stronger. I saw the boy next to me and looked at me. I thought he must be guessing what we were talking about.

I took off all my stockings just now! I like to tease each other on the phone with PC, and I also like to let the boy next to me guess what we are talking about.

Haha, the pc is laughing again, you have started playing, don't wait for me

I couldn't wait, so I started to act deliberately and said I could call me and let me wait for so long. I saw the boy next to me leaning his head towards the aisle again. I knew he was listening.

Alas, what do you want to do with pantyhose? Want to play SM? PC continues to ask me

No, you know what SM I don't like... Speaking of this, I suddenly realized that I had missed it, and the boy must have started to be surprised

Then how do you use it? Tell me what to do

How to say it... I was stammering, wasn't this going to let me tell pornographic stories in front of a strange man?