Shen Xu Zhix

Mediterranean Holidays (Time Stop, NTR, Hypnosis) #2

【Xinhai Sinicization Group ×chengqiran】Mediterranean Holiday 2 (Time Stop, NTR, Hypnotic Conditioning)

Translated by Chengqiran

Day 5 (Part I) Chinese Girl, SM Girl

The girl’s white breasts were creeping with soft brown nipples; The soft brown nipples are not aroused at all, which is really very influential. From this point of view, her tall blond mustache boyfriend (and possibly husband) seems to me to be a failure. I definitely need to do something.

In the morning, I noticed them on the beach. It’s a quieter beach, and you can wear whatever you want. The two of them were naked, sitting under umbrellas. Her round face immediately attracted me.

Chinese looks — probably a mixed Chinese — with a tiny upturned nose and a tiny rosette-like mouth. She looks rather delicate and apparently doesn’t do much celestial sunbathing, as the color difference between her brown arms and legs and torso is particularly pronounced.

How much fun! From a distance, she looks like she is still wearing a bikini, except that she has two brown bud patterns on her chest and an unusual V-shaped design on her lower body.

The boyfriend or husband said something to her and got up and walked towards the sea. His soft penis swung casually in its blonde hair socket. I think he’s rubbish. When he touches the girl, he should at least react a little, which is a recognition of the girl’s sexual potential.

But the vile soft collapsed penis, that’s all the girl does to him. I was different, I had to block the front of my lower body with something, to hide the growing sexual interest. The girl was trying to follow him. Well, I’ll have to take a closer look at that nipple.

The eerie silence where time had stopped suddenly descended on the beach — anyway, I felt good because no one would notice — and I could release the tight, swollen and painful guy.

Of course, it’s not uncommon for someone to get an erection on a naturistic beach, but the basic etiquette of such a blatant walk up to a stranger and dance a stick is absolutely not allowed, let alone intimate contact like I did next.

Walking naked on the hot sand, moving between people, is a fun feeling, even if they are all naked. In fact, in the state of the flow of time, this is not impossible. But it’s against my principles and will get my attention, and it’s not something I’m happy to do. My style is sneaky. Even though no one could see me, I felt my pride swaggering!

Settled next to the Chinese girl with a very white chest, I followed her gaze and found that her boyfriend had not yet reached the beach. It seemed to me that he wouldn’t be able to walk for a while, after all, I would have to spend more time caressing and sucking his girlfriend’s soft brown nipples.

The soft touch is no surprise, nor is it the pleasure of sucking. In the state of stopping, the erectile reflex of the muscles cannot occur; Alas, my tongue did not receive the pleasant feeling of nipples hardening, nor did I expect her to gradually get moistened underneath.

My hand drifted towards the neat edge of the girl’s bush.

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By the way, it seems to me that the fashion for girls to trim pubic hair is funny now. Maybe it’s fine in your own bedroom, but on Celestial Beach, this obviously sexual gesture is quite provocative. When I say trimming or shaving, I don’t mean removing stray hairs in order to wear a bikini, but very deliberate shaping. Make the natural “V” shape into a bar, stamp shape, Brazilian style, or even a heart, apple or point to the arrow shape below! And completely shaved – seeing a woman in one part like an underage girl, but in the rest like an adult – confusing pictures!

This Chinese girl just simply trimmed it, very good, deep in my heart. After habitual, pleasant stroking—like a cat, I love stroking everyone’s pubic hair—I opened her legs to see what was hidden inside, even if it was on a nudist beach.

The diversity of the pussy always amazes me, how can I describe the appearance of this girl’s labia minora? Yes, just like a butterfly closing its wings at rest, the cute soft pink flesh can be stroked at will.

Of course, the deeper I investigated, the more her boyfriend failed. Sexless man! What an interesting, intimate act, stripping the two labia from each other, opening the “wings of the butterfly” and seeing the pubic portal, urethral meatus, clitoris and clitoral foreskin arranged upwards in turn. It sounds gynecological but my penis tells me what it means sexually.

Of course, everywhere is dry and needs lubrication. If time does not flow, her own lewd water will not flow. I can use my own gear – don’t I have a liquid launcher towering over my crotch! It would be nice to rub a tube in front of her, lubricate her slits with my cream, and apply it with your fingers, but I lubricate it for fucking! I need some tanning oil.

The couple didn’t seem to bring it, so I got up and wandered around the beach, looking for other exposed girls. I saw another woman rummaging through her pockets and just found what I was looking for – it was in her hand. I squeezed a big lump on her to prove that it was large enough. She will be shocked when the time restarts! Who let her bend over so frivolously.

It is important to maintain control over time. It’s like the sphincter — if you don’t mind the metaphor — that needs to be squeezed tightly. I walked across the beach with someone else’s tanning oil and had a noticeable erection; As soon as I missed my hand, the whole beach would see me, including the woman who suddenly found her hand empty; Moreover, the Chinese girl will find herself lying in a completely different position, with her legs spread out, exposing everything to the people on the beach. A rather handsome looking young man walked towards her with a focused expression, a bottle of tanning oil in his hand, and an excited dick. You see the risks, right? However, the long practice meant that my control was perfect.

Opening the bottle, a thin stream of oil flowed through her pussy. I massaged while admiring the shiny “butterfly” in front of my eyes while fiddling with my fingers. I glanced at her boyfriend, who had not yet gone to sea, and froze her head without looking back. I find it strange that he is so indifferent to his sexy girlfriend.

Was that the night before? Did his pinch of mustache tease her pussy, like I scratch it like I do now? His soft and collapsed cock has been majestic, like my fingers are in the vagina? Are the girl’s beautiful little lips absorbing the man’s bodily fluids?

Somehow he annoyed me. It seemed like a shame to me, at least from the day I realized I could stop time – time stopped so absolutely! It would be more interesting if people who were frozen could feel my effect!

Think about it, the thawed girl awakened by my loving fingertips and angrily watching her useless boyfriend who is completely uninterested in herself going to the sea instead of going to her.

Or I can catch them in bed, stimulate his penis, and the moment time recovers it will spray itself, from a girl’s point of view, he has premature ejaculation!

Since everything is lubricated, it would be a pity not to try this Chinese pussy. In fact, I did slip in easily. That’s great! If my boyfriend were standing there instead of at the beach, I would most likely want to reboot for a second: “Look, look, this is a real man!” “But it would give a very strange picture of the whole beach, and it’s not just the adults who are there, haha.” Plus, I wouldn’t foolishly draw attention to myself anyway. So I can’t ejaculate. It’s one thing to find your pussy suddenly wet: it’s quite another to find it dripping semen. But I kept plugging in until the last minute!

The borrowed tanning oil returned to the woman’s hand, the Chinese girl returned to her original position, and I once again lay on the ground to hide my now oily, still strong erection, and I started time again.

When my boyfriend arrived at the beach, the woman with sunscreen suddenly had a surprised look on her face, and the girl I had just rubbed her thighs, obviously feeling an unexpected lubrication.

It was obvious to me that I had to figure out where they lived and get the rest done. My boyfriend didn’t start at all, I’m almost done, it’s impossible not to finish it, but I schedule it for later in the holidays.

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I was cool, but it was really time to find a villa. Sleeping with my lady the night before was an unexpected perk, but I did need to find a place to sleep.

Finding a new home may seem a little annoying, but it only takes a little time and patience, and I love challenges. I can see a lot of different places, some great makeovers, some lovely new buildings, and some, well, I don’t choose those places! The trick is to tell when a place is vacant, but I’m not always right. Sometimes the villa is not empty, but even so, I found it in time.

Now, here’s an example. At first it seemed to me that the villa was empty. I relaxed and slipped into the shadows, stopping time. The wall wasn’t easy to climb, and I tried not to break my leg when I stopped. Beyond the wall, I began to explore. One of the difficulties of working outside of time is that you can’t rely on hearing to know when someone is coming, because there is only silence other than the sound you make yourself. In addition to sounds, there are other signs, but more to indicate that someone has used it than someone is using it. Even so, every time you turn a corner, you can’t be sure if there will be someone there. You’ll be surprised how dependent you are on sound to explore things you can’t see before you experience the silence of time. You can meet people at any time, and they may be in normal postures or very abnormal.

SM bondage. It seems like a fun hobby, which is even more surprising on a hot Mediterranean summer – but right in front of me, here’s the proof. Well, I’m talking about evidence, but not simple evidence, but conclusive evidence.

The girl in front of her, she was tied. tied to a bed and blindfolded; Where is her partner? He grabs ice cubes from the fridge in the kitchen. This looks interesting.

I prepare as usual: take off my clothes and hide myself before time starts again. I waited expectantly, looking forward to enjoying what came next. The girl was tied, gagged, and blindfolded, which gave me the opportunity to have a little intercourse in a state of time flow, just as secret and just as undiscoverable!

I judged that the girl was in her early 30s, maybe 35, so she couldn’t be called a girl. It seems that the regular sex life has made her a little bored, and they are trying something new. Okay, that’s fine for them, but frankly, I think sex in general is pretty good.

Cosplay can be part of bondage games, but I have to say, this man’s black leather panties are another matter! Of course, it gave him some pressure when he had a high erection in the game of the little two. The woman was naked except for four strips of cloth, and her limbs were firmly fixed to the bed. She was charmingly displayed, looking completely helpless.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the two clothespins that gripped her nipples – unusual decoration – I thought it would hurt a lot, and it would hurt even more to take it off. It was undoubtedly warm weather, but both men had the sheen of sweat. Maybe they’ve been playing for a while.

The en-suite bathroom is a great hideaway. If they were going to use the bathroom, I stopped time and easily slipped away before I was caught. The bathroom was not very secluded, but the bonus was that it was not far away, although I had to leave their sight after time recovered. I wait for time to restart. Footsteps sounded, and the man in leather panties walked in with a bowl of ice.

I guessed right, the loosened nipple hurts. But apparently the ice soothed her somewhat, or how to make her quite happy, because when he gave her the ice, she moaned for a long time. It took him a long time to do this before he started going down, touching the ice into her exposed genitals. Her squirming was the most pleasant, especially when he began to press her soft inner thighs with ice.

It was clear that he was enjoying his job, his leather panties were puffing out in an impressive shape, and he looked like he needed to stuff a few pieces of ice into his panties, calm down! I really want to do that, it’s going to be fun. Several square ice cubes were placed under his swollen testicles. He’ll definitely jump. But such a prank would ruin my later fun and expose abnormality.

It’s not so much that the man jumped, but that the girl’s ass bounced into the air. When the ice reached its destination, her legs pushed her crotch into the air. But the man did not stop, he continued to tease, or rather torture, the woman. It was clear that there was no part of her genitals that had not been touched by ice. There was a lot of melted water on the bed!

“I’m going to melt them. You just lie here, thinking about their melting, feeling their coldness on your hot body, and then I’ll come back and you. ”

I watched the man leave the room while the woman was still tied to the bed with ice on her or something. An opportunity arose. A naked, exposed, blindfolded, charming woman is tied to a bed, expecting a man to come back and have sex with her!

As a cuckoo, I was mistaken for the right person to lay my eggs without being detected, and it was easy!

After a while, I walked to the door and made sure the man had gone downstairs to swim in the pool, so I walked to the bed.

She had a rapidly melting piece of ice on her stomach, and one was stuffed into her vagina, and another piece could be seen in her ass. I have to say, I’m not sure if I like that myself.

I removed the ice cubes from her vagina and she wriggled with joy. I couldn’t resist putting it on the clitoris – as an experiment, you know – I liked the way she bounced up.

I lay on the bed and slowly inserted myself inside her. I was surprised by the cold feeling, and the residual effect of the ice was quite enjoyable, and not just because it was slippery. She moaned and pressed her body against mine. It’s great to a live woman – it’s not that stopping is bad, it’s good that it’s good to stop, like I don’t have to keep an eye out for a boyfriend who will appear at any time.

The dilemma has come again, should I in it? Do I shoot directly and pray that the man will not find anything, or do I wait patiently for the man to plug in for a while before changing me? In any case, having sex with this awesome woman is a pleasure.

I stopped time and went downstairs naked, the woman’s love juice still lubricating my erect penis. I wanted to see if the man was still in the pool.

He is.

I went back upstairs, back in place, and started the flow of time again. I have passionate sex. It was so pleasant, I didn’t want to stop, push and shove deep in her vagina, open the gates, and spray semen inside her. Hoping she hadn’t noticed, I pricked a few more times, then pulled it out and plugged her again with the biggest remaining ice cube.

She was still writhing around in bed, apparently wanting more—or leave it to her man in leather pants, who by then estimated that she would be three thousand feet of water.

Back in the bathroom, I waited for a while. It didn’t take long for the man to return—without panties—and ride her up in the same way I did.

I eavesdropped on their conversation with interest, wanting to hear what had been said later. He seemed to have more endurance than me, more precisely, he lasted longer than me, spending a full ten minutes by her side.

It was too long, I took a break, borrowed their pool for a swim, and missed the climax.

“I thought you had cumped, but then you seem to have cummed again. I went twice, once with ice, and then… I thought you cumped, before you put the ice back in! ”

“Re? I was surprised that the ice didn’t melt. I didn’t expect to top it when I plugged it in. However, it was very good, I could touch it every time I plugged in. ”

“Tomorrow it’s my turn.”

Well, it seems that I confused them. I’m going to check out this pair again tomorrow. Will he still wear leather panties, and be filled with ice by her? Funny picture.

Day 5 (Part II) Adolescent desires

I passed a few more villas and overheard a woman, apparently a rental agent, telling a family who was about to leave that no one was staying in that villa next week. After hearing only a few words, but it was enough, I turned into an alley, stopped and walked through the front door, which had not yet been closed. After a quick inspection, the villa was more satisfying than I expected. The back door key hangs on the hook and is easy to steal. The agent will only think that the previous family took it away by mistake.

Returning to the alley from the front door, I restart time. In this way, I build a new base that can last for a week! It would be great if the agent was right, and I wouldn’t have to worry about it for a whole week. With a new harvest, I happily walked to lunch. You should understand by now that I enjoy not only sex, but also the food I love so much.

Late afternoon, I returned to my new villa and slipped in through the back door with the keys.

I was happy to see a neat villa with everything put back in place and no sheets on the bed. Everything was ready for the new occupants and, of course, for me. I stripped naked and slipped into the pool. This pool particularly appealed to me, it was very big and very secluded. It is not visible from the windows of the other villas; No one will see me, the one who shouldn’t be swimming here; It was very private and totally suited me. You don’t have to wear clothes.

After dinner, yes, fish again, I thought it was time to check out Amy and that brunette daughter – I didn’t even know her name! It’s a good idea to visit them in the evening; Will they share a room? Can I see them lying half-naked or even completely naked on the double bed, their soft skin still shining with sweat despite the powerful fan.

Outside of time, I can have a lot of fun with these two in the bedroom. A meticulous medical examination will be the first item on the list. Brush your fingers across the soft skin, stroke your nipples, gently lift your knees, and spread your thighs. For someone who hasn’t done this kind of research, it’s surprising that the scenery between the girls’ thighs is so different.

Will they be virgins? If it is, then it has to be maintained. I have to be careful in what I do, and I like that my behavior goes unnoticed.

There’s also the possibility, maybe they’re secret lovers, that would be a super enjoyable show – if possible – or at least freeze them as a scene.

However, I never expected that I would lie under their beds and listen to their conversations. It’s an interesting, intimate and speculative conversation about boys.

I got there and found their bedside lamp right at the end of the bed. Of course, this villa I have been staying in for a few days and is familiar with it. I don’t know if the couple next door is playing their evening adult games, but I’d rather go see the girls. Time has stopped, there is no need to sneak around, and certainly there is no need to knock on the door.

I just opened their bedroom door. They were wearing thin short pajamas, Amy was lying on the ground, revealing a little naked ass, and the dark-haired girl was lying on her back on the pillow, talking with her mouth open, and it just so happened that her legs were far apart, no doubt to cool down.

I saw the most enchanting view of her pussy in her short pajamas—Amy’s angle was completely out of sight, but I saw everything in the doorway. As mentioned earlier, I don’t really like shaving pubic hair, I like to see it grow neatly and naturally. The brunette girl’s pubic hair was curly beautifully, thick, and dark.

I closed the door. What am I going to do? You can thread your fingers through your pubic hair—their short pubic hair—and lift your pajamas up an inch to see what else is hidden inside. I can happily rub my dick everywhere and cum everywhere they can’t see a trace, like behind their ass!

It’s pleasant, but maybe I should know more. So after a while, I lay on the cool floor under Amy’s bed and listened carefully to their small talk. They chattered, completely unaware that there was a man under the bed, a naked man, with a very pronounced erection. The conversation was interesting, and what they did, even more so.

Everything settled down and I restarted time and let the sound appear again. It was Kelly’s voice – I heard her name very quickly.

They are talking about boys, especially what “that thing” for boys will look like. They were very honest with each other and did not pretend that they knew everything. Obviously, none of them have much knowledge of first-hand sexual experience.

What’s more interesting is that the conversation turns into masturbation after a while, and it seems that they often do this together in private.

“I’ll go before you!” It was Amy’s voice.

“Want to compete? Here? ”

“yes, cool, Kelly. Just said that I’m wet so much, I’m going to use this vibrator! ”

“Do you turn off the lights?”

“No, in case of cheating. Oh, my nipples are so sensitive. ”

“Amy… It’s true! ”

What did she do? Pull up your pajamas and massage her breasts? I would love to see it, but it was so much fun to lie there and listen. At the same time, I am also masturbating!

“Kelly, how many fingers can you stick in?”

“Amy!”

“Say, tell me, or I’ll come and try it myself.”

“Two.”

“I can plug in four!”

“Do you like to rub the beans or pull the beans forward, you know that the little wings can pull?”

“What wings?”

“Look here.”

“Oh, Amy, I’m not your age!”

Under the bed, I would say it’s amazing. They are actually showing each other their genitals, describing their labia minora, and I can certainly guarantee the diversity of shapes. Maybe I should get under the bed and explain to them the anatomy of women while holding up the big meat stick: on the other hand, I hate screaming!

I climbed out from under the bed, and of course time stopped by me first. The two girls had returned to their beds. There is a pleasant smell in the air, from a woman who is aroused in sexual desire. On the two beds were two rather young girls, undressed and distraught.

It was fascinating to see where their fingers curled, to see one of Amy’s nipples pinched by her own hand, to see Kylie’s lively little nipples. But the most pleasing thing was Amy’s fiery curly pubic hair. This completely justified my expectations, and I couldn’t help but reach out and join her.

There are indeed many things that I can’t resist. Two young girls, Amy put her pajamas in a box next to her, and Kelly under her chin. They spread their legs apart, their fingers playing between them.

Without much effort, I entered them intimately, their discussions and fingers already creating enough moisture. Come and try the delicious young girl!

I went back under the bed and time started again.

“I… Soon! It was Amy’s voice.

“Me too!”

“Ready, steady! Here we go! ”

Squeaking sounds, and lots of gasps. Who will win?

“Oh! Amy, wow, I’m going! ”

I want to see, I want to see her fixed in time, fixed in orgasm.

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Once again, time stopped for the girls. That’s indeed a painting.

Kylie had her mouth open and her eyes closed, her fingers fiddling quickly with her clitoris, but from my point of view, she was completely frozen. Across from her, Amy was still busy, but despite this, she leaned over to watch her friend orgasm and win.

As she said before, Amy’s left hand has four fingers inserted into her body, while her right hand is doing “clitoral work.” I have to say, the temptation is irresistible. The flaming red frame is too beautiful to ignore.

The fingers had proven that despite her admission to being a virgin, there was no problem with male organs entering—my penis, to be exact—. Carefully, I pulled her hand away from her and gently relaxed her fingers. I took her fingers in and out of her pussy a few more times before putting it in my own meat stick.

It was so loving to lie on top of Amy, flatten her plump breasts, and push myself into her warmth and moisture. Just her gently to make yourself almost orgasm and rest before doing the same again. I was completely reluctant to ejaculate, and the wonderful pulsations inside her were fantastic.

And what would Amy think like that? Imagine that she has reached orgasm in a normal timeline, under the gaze of Kylie, her right hand is groping, and the tip of her left finger is already wrinkled, still going in and out. Then she withdrew her left hand, and she found that her fingers were all…

Not a clear lubricating fluid, but a sticky one hanging between the fingers… What the. They looked at each other blankly.

I retreated under the bed, still very firm, my cock soaked with Amy’s lewd water – cooled me down on this hot night! As time rebooted, it was Amy’s turn. Maybe it’s because I’ve just appeared inside her and given her extra tension, or maybe it’s just because she’s going to be going. Her orgasm immediately squirted.

Lots of laughter were heard. They enjoyed it!

“I can do it again.”

“If only we had a boy here.”

“Two boys.” Laughter.

“Yes, one per person.”

“Two big, hard chickens. Change? More laughter.

“I wonder what the boy stuff looks like?”

“Sara said she tasted it.”

“What, she gave her boyfriend a mouth?”

“Yes, she said so.” There was doubt in her voice.

“I dare say it must be disgusting.”

“Sara didn’t say that, she said she shot a lot.”

“Really? How many can there be? ”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it again. Someone giggled.

“It would be fun to see it. Give a guy a and see how much it can come out. Do you think it will squirt like urine? ”

“Amy, really!”

I was going to jump up and ask them to use me for a presentation, but that was unwise. But I continued to stroke my meat stick lubricated by Amy’s lustful water.

What they didn’t know was that when they talked about fucking a man, the semen was right under Amy’s bed and really gushing out.

“I wonder how big Gary is?”

“Gary, it’s time for a check-up! Stand still, we’ll help you untie your pajamas, we’ll just do a small check, it doesn’t hurt at all! ”

“Don’t be shy, sister nurse needs to sample you!”

Well, there is a sample ready and waiting on my stomach yet!

“I wish there were a few real boys, and I really wanted to see what this hard state thing looks like.”

“You’ve never seen it?”

The other party quickly retorted: “What about you? ”

There was a pause. “Amy, shall we do as we say tomorrow?”

“What, get up early and go swimming?”

“yes, if there’s no one around, don’t wear a bikini.”

“If we had been really early, no one…” she said of the name of a secluded beach.

“I haven’t swam naked before – it would be cool.”

Time to go. It’s time to go back to my new villa for a swim and a good rest. But I have to remember to set my phone’s alarm clock before bed, I want to see Amy and Kylie swimming naked!

Day 6 Meet the street girl

(The sixth day is mainly written with the Amy sisters field, has nothing to do with time stopping, do not translate this part)

You must be curious about my thoughts on vacation, and if my sex life is too intensive; Maybe others will want a slower, less energetic vacation, but it’s not for me. I don’t always ejaculate once in the morning, noon and evening, but I can do so. Although a little routine, a little desensitized, even a little numb, may feel that there is not much semen when ejaculating, but practice makes perfect, I can do it.

What I’m going to let you know is that the second or third ejaculation of the day, even if it’s a little “dry,” may feel more intense. Sex turns out to be very fun, taking up not only the morning but also most of the afternoon.

Just sitting in the café with a full beer (in fact, I refilled one myself), my casual drifting gaze was drawn to me, and I thought about sex again. However, thinking is not the same as doing.

A beautiful girl in a slip dress gradually came into view, tall, cute straw-colored hair flowing on her shoulders. Long dark legs, lace-up sandals and a bright yellow dress that is just the right length for summer.

When she walks with the sun on her back, the clothes become almost transparent, showing her curves, which is particularly pleasant. I looked at it for a while and it suddenly occurred to me that it would be better if she didn’t wear panties; I think it’s perfect for her to wear just a little dress; Somehow, the bra and panties don’t look good.

I sighed and put the beer aside, not worried that the waiter would take it away, angry that I hadn’t paid the bill—because he didn’t seem to notice anything, and neither did anyone else.

The girl stood motionless, and I reached under my skirt and took off my panties, it was a matter of time – it was easy to throw them to the ground: it was even more difficult to take them off completely from under her feet, because it was also necessary to help her regain her position. But in no hurry, I quickly tucked my bra and panties into my pockets, and the girl still maintained the position I had when I stopped time.

Back on my desk, I appreciated how the light was coming through her dress, the silhouette just a little hazy, more pleasant.

When the girl began to move, I looked at her and enjoyed how beautiful she looked now, the skirt sliding over her without the hindrance of lingerie; How beautiful the true shape of her breasts was; How easily her breasts swayed, there was no doubt how pleasant her feeling of freedom between her legs was.

I emphasize no contact, no exploration, so what her genitals look like is a mystery to me, and as the sun shines through her skirt, I try to figure out – can I see a little protrusion, a little sign of labia minora hanging, or a prominent clitoral foreskin outline while sipping a beer?

Unfortunately, she noticed the missing clothes. I was expecting her to mistakenly think she hadn’t worn it in the morning, but she looked immediately anxious, touched her breasts, and clamped her thighs. Maybe I was too optimistic and caused her trouble.

Should I let her go, or return the pieces of cloth she had used to block her privacy?

Before she could make a decision, she left, briskly running towards a bus stop, her long legs shining and her clothes dangling. When she reached the other side of the road, a bus cut in between us, and before I could pay the bartender, she got on the bus and sped away. The last time I saw her was from the side, as she sat on the bus and skimmed me.

I didn’t have the opportunity to follow her, where to take the bus with her, or get to know her further; I hadn’t even touched her pussy, hadn’t explored if she was very shaved or had a lot of secret curls, nor hadn’t ventured into her valley, I didn’t know who ploughed the little ditch, or a cute little girl’s tongue often sliding in the ditch.

I didn’t know anything about her, not even her name. Sometimes that’s it.