Chapter 24

We had sex again, with one of her classmates.

That afternoon, it was snowing lightly in the sky. We made an appointment to accompany her to one of her classmates to record a tape of the program.

Because it was snowing, I took a car to rent it to her unit. When I was about to reach the gate of her unit, I saw her standing in the snow from afar, with some snowflakes stuck on her body, and drew her head and her feet on the ground.

I asked the driver to drive closer to her, but I didn't get out of the car, so I shook the glass and called her.

She heard my voice and saw me, and ran over.

I sat in the passenger seat and signaled her to sit in the back seat.

As soon as she got into the car, she put her hand into my collar from behind, and her cold little hands made me straighten my back with goose bumps.

I was a little restrained in my speech and manner because there was a taxi driver next to me.

Don’t think that when I’m alone with you, I dare to say anything or do anything, but in an occasion where there are outsiders, I will unconsciously restrain myself and will not show great enthusiasm and intimacy with my lover.

But she didn't care about this. She reached out to touch my face and then said to me without hesitation: Do you know what I was doing when I was waiting for you just now?

What are you doing?

I've been writing your name on the ground, haha, look, I've written so much.

Although I didn't express anything, I just stammered and dealt with her, I still felt a warm feeling in my heart. A affectionate picture unfolded in my mind: a young and beautiful girl, in a silver-white world, quietly waiting for her lover, under her feet, on the snow around her, was full of her lover's name, just as in her heart, full of her love for this man.

Her classmate’s unit was not far away. It took only about ten minutes before the taxi took us to the destination.

After going upstairs, her classmates were waiting for her in the office.

Her classmate’s surname is L. She was her classmate when she was commissioned at Southeast University. They all studied literature and broadcasting, so this classmate is now working in an imaging station of a large company.

Her image and recording equipment are more professional, so W came to her to borrow the equipment to make a tape.

But W should be an excuse to stay with me for a while, because her current unit has very professional recording equipment.

She exchanged greetings with the classmate for a while, and then went to the recording room together. It was a room with good sound insulation. As a specialized studio for recording, it is a place where idle people are not allowed to enter.

Before they entered, L took me a few magazines from her desk and asked me to watch them slowly and wait for them.

I was always quite reserved when I went to a strange place, so I just sat there honestly and flipped through the magazines casually. In fact, I didn't read anything, I just passed the time.

After about half an hour, L came out and she asked me to go into the recording room and said W was calling me.

I got up and went into that room.

It was a room that was nearly twice as big as the office outside L, about thirty square meters.

Because it is a room with heads, there are windows on the north and east sides of the room, which are large, but are blocked by thick curtains.

Against the wall, there are workbenches, recording equipment and some cabinets for playing audio and video materials. The floor is covered with black anti-static rubber floors, and the feet are a little soft when they are stepped on, which can probably reduce the interference of footsteps.

W was sitting in front of the workbench recording. When he saw me coming in, he waved his hand gently and signaled me not to speak.

I tiptoed to another chair far away from her and sat down, watching her work quietly.

She recorded a piece of music and songs, and recorded some words, which were all used by her program; then, she waved to me and asked me to go to her side.

It seems that she has finished her work. While replaying the recording inspection effect just now, she stood up to me and hugged me.

We kissed, and my hands were caressing her up and down.

She didn't stop me, but she still put her hands on my neck and kissed me.

I unbuttoned her bra first, kneaded her two breasts for a while, then fumbled to unbutton her pants, reached into her waist, and touched her pubic hair. Then, my hands were wet with her vaginal fluid. It seemed that she was already moved.

I didn't hesitate anymore, and turned her back and pressed her on the workbench, pulled her pants under her thighs, then took out my penis and entered her body from behind.