Official Career Storm
Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Chapter 297

Cold?

Though it was raining, the temperature in the middle of the day wasn’t that low. It shouldn’t be cold.

But she was hugging her arms, trembling ever so slightly, and indeed looked very cold.

Song Guanchao took off his jacket and draped it over her. "How’s that?"

"Better, a bit better, but still a little cold."

She squatted down, hugging herself and shivering.

Song Guanchao said, "Let’s go to the car, it’s warmer there."

Wu Yun looked in the direction of the car; they had walked almost five or six hundred meters from it.

"It’s far, and it’s raining heavily."

Song Guanchao felt a bit troubled. What to do?

Even if he wanted to start a fire, there was no wood to burn.

Wu Yun was still shivering, so Song Guanchao gritted his teeth, squatted down, and embraced her in his arms to warm her with his body.

Wu Yun rested her head in his arms, a sly smile curling at the corners of her mouth, as if her scheme had succeeded.

She nuzzled her head against him and burrowed deeper into his embrace.

Feeling her body gradually still and stop shivering, Song Guanchao relaxed slightly.

"This position is a bit inconvenient."

Song Guanchao said, "Let’s move further in, out of the wind."

"Mhm."

Song Guanchao picked her up from the ground and walked further inside.

He chose a clean spot, sat down, and then placed her on his lap.

He held her like a child, the jacket covering her front.

Wu Yun wrapped her arms around his waist, her cheek against his chest, her face beaming with happiness.

But as he held her, she felt something pressing against her waist, pulsing.

She reached down to his abdomen and touched it.

She grabbed it, gave it a squeeze, and asked, "What’s this? Why is it moving?"

Song Guanchao reflexively sucked in his belly, but to no avail given his natural endowment.

After Wu Yun asked her question, she quickly realized what it was.

Her face turned red as an apple, and for a moment neither of them spoke, the atmosphere fraught with awkwardness.

Moreover, her hand was still grasping and showed no sign of letting go.

Time passed, and Song Guanchao grabbed her arm, trying to pull her hand away.

Wu Yun whispered suddenly, "Is it very uncomfortable for you?"

"It’s okay."

"It’s so hard," Wu Yun, fighting embarrassment, said, "Maybe I can help you with it?"

"No need, no need."

Song Guanchao was scared out of his wits.

"Why not? You’re clearly very uncomfortable!" insisted Wu Yun, not willing to let go, whispering, "I’ve seen that stuff before, I know what to do."

With that, her hand moved up and down.

Though through his pants, the psychological stimulation of the situation overwhelmed any physical sensation.

"Don’t, we might be seen by others."

"There’s no one here," Wu Yun shifted her position, scooting down for a better grip.

Song Guanchao tried to pull her hand away, but she was gripping too tightly to be moved.

"Don’t move," Wu Yun chided, then leaned her head against his chest while her right hand remained clasped, and her left stealthily pinched the zipper of his crotch and pulled it down.

Afterward, her hand slipped inside, fumbling around, easily grasping Xiao Song through the edge of his underwear.

Song Guanchao’s heartbeat, already rapid, now pounded frantically.

Wu Yun’s heart raced even faster.

She felt her hand could barely contain it.

Hard, hot, and throbbing.

Neither spoke, yet their breathing grew heavier.

Outside, the downpour turned into a curtain of rain, blurring the distant scenery, as if the two under the bridge were cut off from the rest of the world.

"Song Guanchao." Wu Yun called his name softly.

"Mhm."

"Does it feel good?"

"Uh-huh."

"It’s my first time, and I’m inexperienced. If it doesn’t feel good, tell me."

"Uh-huh."

She really lacked experience, and her movements were rough and unskilled.

But Guan Chao was still brought to the brink of excitement.

Wu Yun slowly raised her head to look at the flush on Guan Chao’s face, then suddenly called out again, "Guan Chao."

"Hmm?" He looked down.

Wu Yun met his lips with hers, and their lips gently touched.

The next second, Wu Yun extended her little tongue.

Guan Chao’s mind buzzed, and as a reflex, he extended his tongue to respond, tasting her sweet, delicious mouth.

But he immediately came to his senses and quickly withdrew his tongue.

However, Wu Yun wrapped her arms around his neck, her buttocks pushing up slightly to support her body, rising up to cover his mouth again.

Despite Guan Chao’s attempts to resist and evade, she forcefully kissed him.

Her hand movements grew faster. Seeing that Guan Chao was no longer avoiding her, she took her hand from his neck, grabbed his hand, and slipped it under the suit jacket that covered her, sliding under the hem of her shirt.

She guided his hand under the hem to hold her fullness.

Guan Chao’s will was being dismantled step by step under her initiative.

Until he felt her undergarment, soaked by the rain, he gave in.

His large hand slipped under her undergarment, directly grabbing the firm bunny and squeezing hard.

"Ooh~"

A moan pierced his soul, causing Wu Yun’s delicate body to soften.

The cherry in the palm of his hand was pert and erect.

The grip of Wu Yun’s hand also involuntarily grew stronger.

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated beneath the bridge.

Wu Yun was inexperienced.

Last time, it was in the movie theater.

It was like this then.

She helped Guan Chao, and Guan Chao touched her.

Only, at that time, there were other people in the movie theater, and Liang Jiajia was there too.

But here, it was just the two of them.

She unbuttoned her pants, her butt cheeks rubbing and twisting against Guan Chao’s thigh, slowly pulling down her trousers until her snowy, full buttocks peeled out of the trousers.

Then she drew Xiao Song out through the zipper opening.

Next, she changed positions, from sitting sideways on Guan Chao’s thigh to sitting astride him facing forward.

Her legs wrapped around Guan Chao’s waist, her buttocks, covered only by white panties, slowly pressed down.

Hiss!

Guan Chao inhaled sharply, enveloping her tongue.

He felt it.

His nerves were jumping wildly.

What was this girl up to?

Seeing her about to pull off her panties completely, Guan Chao quickly pressed down on her hand, pulled away his tongue, and said, "Don’t mess around."

"I’m not messing around." Wu Yun’s eyes were heavy with lust, filled with love, yet completely lucid.

This wasn’t a momentary impulse; she had thought it through.

She wanted to give herself to Guan Chao.

She didn’t care about what would happen later; she only knew that she would have no regrets in the moment.

"No!" Guan Chao was very firm.

A touch, a kiss, skirting around the edges was one thing.

But to take her body, that was not okay.

Besides, they were outdoors.

She was a virgin, and even if she was truly ready, it couldn’t be here.

That was too disrespectful to the girl.

Wu Yun, not convinced, moved her hips, grinding Xiao Song between her butt cheeks, saying, "You clearly want me."

Wu Yun’s hand reached down, lifted the edge of her panties, and then, steadying Xiao Song, she slightly raised her hips, her tone resolute, "My body is my own, and I will deal with it as I please!"

Having said this, her knees went soft, and she sat down.

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