My girlfriend Xiaoyue and I have been living together off-campus for some time. Although our daily life is usually calm, we both know we have a hidden interest in 'exposure' and 'being watched.' It had just stayed at the stage of verbal hints and mild experimentation before.
That weekend, Xiaoyue dragged me to the city center for shopping, 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 far better than mine. Wearing a plaid skirt and black tights, she circled the rink a few times and then deliberately skated up to me, whispering:
“Feng, have you noticed… someone is looking at 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 any attempt to hide. Xiaoyue didn't avoid it; instead, she lightly bit her lip, a hint of teasing in her eyes.
“How about… being a little bolder?” She leaned close to my ear and asked.
My heart beat faster, but I nodded.
For the next half hour, Xiaoyue clearly began to cooperate. When she skated, she would deliberately slow down and linger a few extra seconds near that blond boy; when playing billiards, she would lower her upper body very low, and the short skirt was pulled into an alluring curve. I stood not far away watching, both nervous and excited. Xiaoyue 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 took the initiative to come over and start a conversation. Xiao Yue did not refuse; instead, she chatted with him quite generously for a few sentences. The three of them unknowingly walked to a quieter billiards area. The lighting was dim, and there were fewer people around.
Xiaoyue suddenly turned to me and said:
“Feng, I want… to take one more step forward. Just watch from the side, okay?”
Her voice was very soft, yet very clear. I looked into her eyes, confirmed she was serious, and then nodded.
Xiaoyue actively moved closer to that boy, first leaning gently against him, then lifting her head and actively kissing him. The boy was clearly a bit surprised but quickly responded. Their kiss gradually deepened. Xiaoyue's arms wrapped around his neck, and her body pressed closer.
I stood a few steps away, my breathing becoming heavy. Xiaoyue knew I was watching the whole time; she even occasionally turned her head slightly to confirm my position out of 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 took 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 an opening 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.
“Yes… a little deeper.” She said softly, her voice carrying an obvious hint of arousal.
The boy's movements sped up. Xiao Yue's breathing became increasingly erratic. One hand gripped the other's shoulder tightly, while the other hand reached to her own chest, kneading through her clothes. Before long, her body trembled, reaching climax, and the area between her legs was visibly wet.
After the climax, she didn't stop. Xiaoyue actively turned around, propped herself against the wall with both hands, and pushed her hips back. The boy moved closer from behind and unfastened his pants. Xiaoyue reached out to guide him, allowing him to enter smoothly.
She was conscious and active throughout the entire process. Occasionally, she would look back in my direction, her eyes dazed yet carrying a hint of smugness. The boy's thrusting gradually sped up, Xiao Yue's moans becoming harder to suppress, yet she never called for him to stop.
Finally, when the boy wanted to withdraw, Xiao Yue reached out and pressed his waist, whispering:
「Inside…… it’s fine.」
The boy growled as he released. Xiao Yue closed her eyes and endured it, her body trembling slightly, but without any resistance.
Afterward, the two of them separated. Xiaoyue straightened her clothes; the tear in her pantyhose was hidden by her skirt. When she walked up to me, her cheeks were still red, and her breathing had not completely steadied.
"Let's go." She said softly, reaching out to take my hand.
On the bus back, Xiao Yue leaned on my shoulder and didn't speak for a long time. It wasn't until we were almost at the stop that she asked softly:
“You… angry?”
I shook my head and held her tighter.
"No. You were beautiful just now."
Xiaoyue softly 'mm-hmm'ed, her fingers tightening in my palm.
That night, back at the rental apartment, we didn't do it immediately. We just showered and then lay side by side on the bed. Xiaoyue suddenly turned on her side and looked at me:
"From now on... can we still do this? But it has to be when we both agree."
I nodded.
"Of course. Any time, as long as you want to stop, stop immediately."
Xiaoyue smiled and buried her face in my chest.
Since then, we would occasionally still play games like that, but each time we would communicate in advance and make sure both sides were willing. The excitement was still there, but there was an added layer of reassurance.
And what happened in the amusement park stairwell that day became our shared secret, and also material for reminiscing on many nights to come.
By the time I returned to the rental place, it was almost 10 p.m.
The moment the lock clicked, Xiao Yue went completely soft into my arms. She was still wearing that plaid miniskirt from today, the small tear she had made in her tights 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 a clear emotional tremor. I reached out to touch the back of her neck; her skin was abnormally hot. Everything that happened at the amusement park was evidently still lingering in her body.
“Do you still want to continue?” I asked slowly, giving her enough time to change her mind.
Xiaoyue nodded, but her movement was a bit hurried: 'I do. But... only with you.'
This sentence made something in my heart finally settle completely. I picked her up in my arms, carried her into the bedroom, and kicked the door shut with my foot.
The lights weren't on. The neon lights of the city 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 by the bedside, my hands braced on either side of her body.
"Say it again." I looked down at her, "What do you want now?"
Xiaoyue reached out, grabbed my collar, and pulled me down a bit. Her breath hit my lips, carrying a sweetness from the day that hadn't completely dissipated.
"I want you... to cover up all those feelings from the 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. There was no tentativeness, no performance, only the scorching 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 softly.
"A little... but it doesn't hurt." She grabbed my hand and led it farther in, "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 arched her neck, letting out a soft, seductive nasal sound.
“Feng… don’t use only 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 didn't listen to her. My tongue slowly moved up along the moist slit, found that already swollen little nub, and gently took it into my mouth. Xiao Yue's waist suddenly arched up, but I pressed her back down. I circled my tongue, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes lightly scraping with my teeth. Within a few minutes, she began to writhe uncontrollably.
“Feng… it’s coming… really coming…”
I quickened my pace. Xiaoyue suddenly gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her entire body arching like a bow, a drawn-out, almost tearful moan escaping her throat. A rush of warm fluid surged out, splashing and wetting 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 already painfully hard member, pressing it against her entrance. Her body, having just climaxed, was hot and soft; as soon as I entered just the tip, it was tightly sucked in. Xiao Yue bit her lower lip, wrapped her arms around my back, and her nails gently dug into my skin.
“All of it… for me.”
I lowered my hips, sinking in completely.
In that instant, both fell silent. Only the faint sound of wetness from their joined parts and each other's ragged breaths remained. Xiaoyue's inner walls were still gently spasming, squeezing me rhythmically. I lowered my head to kiss her, but she turned away, offering her ear instead.
“Say something nice.” she panted, “I want to hear it.”
“It’s very hot inside.” As I thrust in and out slowly, I whispered in her ear, “It’s sucking me so tightly... Xiaoyue, do you know how beautiful you are right now?”
She let out a soft moan and actively wrapped her legs around my waist.
I started really moving. At first it was deep, slow grinding, each time hitting the deepest point, then almost completely pulling out. Xiao Yue's moans changed from suppressed to unrestrained, her hands grabbing randomly at my back. Later I sped up, the sound of flesh colliding especially clear in the quiet rental room.
"Ah... there... a bit harder..."
I understood what she meant, changed my 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 again. This time, I pressed her legs wider open, almost folding them in half. This position allowed for extremely deep penetration, and with each thrust, I could hear the clear sound of wetness. Xiao Yue was already fucked into a daze, her lips slightly parted, continuously letting out fragmented sounds.
“I’m going to cum…” I warned her.
「Inside.」 she replied at once, her voice hoarse but resolute, 「I want it.」
The last few dozen thrusts were deep and heavy. I roared and released, hot semen surging into her in spurts. Xiao Yue trembled slightly from the heat, but her inner walls seemed to be greedily sucking. We stayed in the connected position, neither of us moving immediately.
After a long time, I slowly withdrew. The mixed fluids immediately trickled down along the inside of her thigh. Xiao Yue looked at that trail and suddenly let out a low laugh.
"Way more than... during the day."
I reached out to wipe it for her, but she stopped me.
"Don’t wipe it off. Sleep like this tonight."
She turned over, pressing her face against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. The room was left with only the gradually steadying breaths of each other.
“Feng.” She suddenly spoke.
"Mm?"
"From now on, can we still go to places like that? Not that we have to give it to other people... I mean, like today, with that feeling of being watched a little."
I kissed her hair.
"Yes. But each time, you have to ask first, and I have to ask you first too. If either side says stop, we stop immediately."
Xiaoyue let out an "Mm," tightening her arms even more.
"Okay."
That night we did it again. In the latter half of the night, she straddled me, controlling the rhythm herself while looking down at me as she moved up and down. The sky outside the window was already faintly light, her body appearing exceptionally pale in the dawn light. I reached out to support her buttocks, thrusting upwards in sync with her movements. This time, neither of us spoke again, only the sound of flesh slapping and unrestrained panting.
When the climax arrived, Xiaoyue lay 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. She just lay there, her fingers slowly drawing circles on my chest.
"What happened today," she said softly, "will become fuel for us in the future, right?"
“Will I.” I answered, “and the best kind at that.”
Xiaoyue raised her head, her eyes still glistening from what had just happened, but she smiled with great satisfaction.
From that day on, the memory of the stairwell in the amusement park really became one of the most commonly used sensual elements on our bed. Sometimes it was only described verbally; sometimes we would actually go out and look for similar semi-public places. But every time, we would first make the rules clear——
Voluntary.
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, with Xiaoyue beneath me or on top of me, repeatedly savoring, repeatedly being re-covered 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. Not distant, but tighter, hotter. She would wait for me leaning by the door wearing my shirt when I came home late from overtime; would suddenly push the door open while I was showering, saying nothing, just pressing her body against me; would also suddenly straddle me late at night, lower her head to kiss me, and then take me inside herself.
We rarely mentioned the boy with dyed yellow hair again, but that night became a kind of silent signal. Whenever Xiaoyue looked at me with that certain gaze, or deliberately pulled up the hem of her short skirt a bit, I knew she wanted to 'play' again.
What truly pushed everything forward another step 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 open the door, only a floor lamp was on in the room. Xiaoyue was sitting on the sofa, wearing an almost transparent white camisole nightgown, her hair loose, her feet propped on the coffee table, knees pressed tightly together.
She saw me and didn't get up immediately, just gently patted the spot beside her.
"Today... I want to talk about something serious." Her voice was a little hoarse.
I put the things down and sat next to her. Xiao Yue leaned her face close; her breath carried a faint smell of alcohol—she had clearly already had a drink.
"After the amusement park that time, I occasionally have the same dream." She said softly, "Dreaming 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 up all the traces left by everyone else."
I reached out and held her hand. Her fingers were a bit cold but slowly warmed in my palm.
“So I was thinking…” She paused, then looked up at me, “Could we try again? This time the rules will be clearer.”
"What rules?"
"First, it has to be a time and place agreed on by both of us. Second, at any time I say stop, you stop immediately, no exceptions. Third..." Her face flushed slightly. "Third, after it's over, you have to properly 'take me back in'."
I nodded: "Okay. Tonight?"
Xiaoyue shook her head and suddenly smiled: 'Tonight, 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 retained some 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, standing between her legs, my fingers already probing into her long-soaked panties.
"Don’t clench." I said softly, "Open up."
Xiaoyue bit her lip and slowly parted her knees. I pulled down the already rather useless panties and knelt down directly. When my tongue touched her, her whole body arched back, her hands braced on the tabletop, letting out a long, tremulous sigh.
I didn't give her time to adjust. My tongue quickly flicked, occasionally sucking hard on the little nub that had already hardened. Xiao Yue's waist trembled incessantly, her toes pointed straight, several times she tried to close her legs but I pressed them open with my hand. Before long she climaxed, the inside of her thighs convulsing, a stream of clear liquid dripping down the edge of the table.
I stood up, pressing my already painfully hard penis against her entrance, but I wasn’t in a hurry 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 movement, making faint sounds. Xiao Yue's nightgown had already rolled up to her waist, her pair of breasts constantly swaying with the impact. I reached out and held them, my thumbs circling her nipples. Her moans immediately became soft and seductive.
"Speak." I thrusting into her and ordered her, "Tell me what you're thinking right now."
"I’m thinking of... you." She answered while panting, "Thinking that you’re much deeper than that day... that man... and much hotter too..."
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 accurately and fiercely hit the spot she couldn't stand the most. Xiao Yue was fucked to the point she couldn't form complete sentences, only letting out broken cries, occasionally leaking phrases like 'so deep,' 'don't stop,' 'I'm about to come.'
The second orgasm came more fiercely than the first. Her whole body tensed, her inner walls contracting violently, making my scalp tingle. I gritted my teeth and thrust another dozen or so times before roaring lowly and coming inside her.
The volume of semen was more than usual. Upon withdrawal, the white liquid immediately surged out, flowing down her inner thighs and the edge of the table. Xiao Yue looked at the mess, but her eyes held a lazy, satisfied glow.
Before I had even fully softened, I picked her up again and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains weren't fully drawn, revealing the night view of the residential area. Xiao Yue faced away from me, her hands pressed against the glass, and I entered her from behind once more.
This position went in deep. I wrapped one arm around her waist, the other reached around to the front, continuously stimulating her clitoris. Xiao Yue's forehead pressed against the glass, her breath fogging up a patch on it.
“Will anyone see…” her voice trembled.
"Maybe." I answered in her ear, "That's why you squeezed even tighter."
She did indeed clamp down tighter. I sped up, the sound of flesh slapping together especially clear in the quiet night. Xiao Yue 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 inside.
Later we moved to the bed. Xiaoyue actively climbed up and took the initiative in the actions. Her hair was loose, sweeping over my chest with each movement. I looked up at her, watching her expression as she surrendered to her own desires, and suddenly felt something heavy hit my heart.
That wasn't just simple desire.
is something more complex and also more scorching.
Afterward, 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, where there's a little risk of being seen, but it's actually very safe."
I kissed her hair.
"Okay. But the rules don't change."
"Mm. You 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 be like tonight... make a complete mess of me, then carry me off to wash up. I want the feeling of being ‘reclaimed’ by you.”
I smiled, my palm stroking back and forth along her smooth back.
"This is easy to handle."
From that day on, our game had a clearer framework.
Sometimes it's the floor-to-ceiling window at home, sometimes it's driving to an observation deck in the suburbs in the middle of the night, sometimes it's booking a hotel room with a view of the corridor. Before each time begins, we carefully confirm each other's state; after each time ends, I carry her to the bathroom, carefully wash her 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.
And for me, watching her gradually let go under the premise of complete trust in me, watching her be honest about her desires, and then watching her finally nestle safely into my arms—this feeling intoxicated me more than any stimulation.
The story is still continuing.
It’s just that this time, all possibilities were built on consent and communication.
And those scorching, real sensations would be re-covered by me again and again, and remembered by us together again and again.
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