My absurd experiences in North America over the years

A light autumn rain continued to fall in Manhattan late into the night, carrying a damp chill in the air. The wind blowing through the streets mixed the remaining raindrops with the scattered neon lights, creating a layer of intermittent light and shadow on the dark ground.

Ivanka was a little drunk, and Li Fu helped her walk outside, while Thompson followed behind holding an umbrella, though he himself was half soaked.

Hilton stood at the door and waved to them, then turned and disappeared into the warm light of the porch.

The night was slightly cool, and perhaps seeking warmth, Ivanka leaned against Li Fu's shoulder, her body pressed very close.

Li Fu had no idea what Ivanka and Hilton had talked about, and assumed she was just in a bad mood and a little drunk.

He could smell the faint scent of champagne emanating from the woman in his arms, mingling with the damp autumn night air. Her warm breath brushed against his neck, and Ivanka seemed to be in a state of semi-drunkenness, her soft body occasionally wriggling in his arms…

That feeling was just...too tempting.

Li Fu helped Ivanka into the back seat, and Ivanka leaned against him, her long hair covering her face.

Thompson started the engine, and the car drove away from the villa, heading towards the hotel where Li Fu had been renting for a long time.

Li Fu put his arm around Ivanka's slender waist, using one hand to tidy her disheveled long hair. "Did you drink too much? Does your head hurt?"

Ivanka shook her head. Her right hand slid down Li Fu's shoulder, along his arm, and finally stopped near his palm. Her fingers were slightly cool, the opposite of the temperature of his forehead.

She turned her head to the side, her gaze falling on the contours of Li Fu's profile, slowly moving along his jawline, her expression very focused.

"What's wrong?" Li Fu thought there was something dirty on his face.

"You're so handsome," Ivanka replied briefly, her voice rising slightly at the end, her tone filled with tenderness and pride.

The streetlights outside the car window shone through the rain and glass, casting a layer of shifting light and shadow on her face. She leaned closer, her nose lightly touching his chin, and then her lips resting on the side of his neck.

Her movements were very light, but her breathing was heavy. Li Fu felt itchy and twisted to one side.

Ivanka's red lips followed.

Li Fu's hands rested awkwardly on the chair.

Thompson is still in the front row! Any response from him could make the already tipsy Ivanka even more engrossed.

Perhaps due to the effects of alcohol, Ivanka became much bolder and more direct. Her fingertips slid along his abdomen, gently pinched the fabric there, and slowly pulled it up, revealing his firm abdominal muscles.

Thompson's gaze remained fixed on the windshield and the headlights ahead, but when he looked in the side mirror, he inevitably caught glimpses of them out of the corner of his eye.

To avoid suspicion, he had to flip up the rearview mirror and raise the partition between the front and back seats.

He took it upon himself to do it.

Li Fu always believed that it was completely unnecessary.

The lights and water streaks outside the window crisscrossed, and the car was quiet, with only the sound of tires rolling over the wet road and the two people breathing.

Li Funeng could feel Ivanka's body heating up, her fingers wandering, and she even sat sideways beside him, trying to gather her long hair. The next step of this action was self-evident.

He quickly put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her red lips, trying to stop her in this way.

By the time they reached the hotel's underground parking garage, the rain had subsided considerably, and Thompson waited for a moment with his umbrella.

The two people inside the car did not get out immediately.

Ivanka was still holding Li Fu's face and kissing him passionately. Several buttons on his shirt were missing, and her own evening dress was in disarray, with large expanses of white dazzling to the eye.

How do we get out of here?

Thompson, clearly aware of the situation, immediately retreated to the garage entrance some distance away and lit a cigarette.

Li Fu only responded enthusiastically to Ivanka after the footsteps faded into the distance. Even though there was a barrier between them, he still felt very uncomfortable with someone around.

When Ivanka finally responded, she was even more enthusiastic and took off his shirt.

She had thrown her evening gown somewhere in the car, and her drunkenness made her bold and direct. Coupled with her rosy cheeks, her charm was unparalleled and irresistible.

Li Fu was on the defensive throughout the night. Every time he tried to take the initiative, he was stopped. Even the final push was made by Ivanka alone.

"You... today..." he began, trying to ask.

Ivanka pressed her index finger to his lips. "Don't speak..."

She paused for a moment, then mouthed the last two words without actually saying them.

"Fu*k..."

Li Fu felt a surge of heat, as if his body was about to explode. He might have experienced similar teasing occasionally before.

But it has never been as alluring as it is now.

Ivanka wrapped her arms around his neck, her red lips remaining closed for several minutes, her long hair already a mess.

Time seemed to move exceptionally slowly on this rainy night.

It could be fifteen minutes, half an hour, or even longer. Fine mist condensed on the car window, and the handprints that had been left behind were quickly covered by new mist...

Ivanka finally collapsed in the back seat.

However, the intense and scorching atmosphere inside the carriage did not actually diminish. She was not truly exhausted, but rather she knew that Li Fu was at his limit.

Li Fu was finally no longer in a passive position. He gently kissed her forehead, preparing to finish the conversation.

Ivanka wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

Even at the very last moment, they didn't loosen their grip.

Li Fu did not understand his meaning, but when the time came, he had no choice.

The rain seemed endless. The car window was opened, and cool air wafted in. Ivanka lay on Li Fu's chest, her breathing gradually becoming steady, but her cheeks were still flushed.

Li Fu's palm gently caressed her smooth back; this was the first time they hadn't avoided each other.

He knew there was no point in asking, so he remained silent.

Ivanka didn't say much, whether it was because she was shy or still a little drunk.

A brief silence fell over the carriage.

However, even in silence, they seemed to be enveloped in tenderness and affection; even without speaking, they knew each other's feelings.

Around 2 a.m., Li Fu got out of the car wearing a shirt with his chest half open. Ivanka straightened her dress, but couldn't smooth out the wrinkles. However, her steps were a little more steady than before.

The two went upstairs in the VIP elevator. Ivanka stayed close to him, her body as soft as spring water, her hand resting near his lapel.

There were large areas of bare chest.

Li Funeng could feel her hand tighten slightly in the darkness, the elevator doors closing behind him, the lights humming softly in the enclosed space, and her silhouette overlapping with his in the mirror reflection, forming an indistinct outline.

He had a feeling that today wasn't over yet...