Chongqing female teacher

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I met her on a weekend in the spring of 2015. I was on a business trip in Chongqing, traveling from Qijiang, a district in the city, back to Guanyinqiao in the city center. A friend was driving me, and on the way, I mentioned the "Crown Escalator" in Chongqing, which I wanted to experience. Since it was on my friend's way back, I asked him to drop me off at Lianglukou.

It was my first time riding an escalator and needing to buy a ticket. I met her while buying the ticket. She looked to be in her late twenties, very slim, and was carrying something that looked like a mural, wrapped in a cardboard box. She said she didn't have any change and wanted to get some. I thought she was pretty, maybe an 8 or 9 out of 10, and it was only two yuan. It seemed a bit ridiculous that she asked me for change, so I just helped her buy a ticket. But then I realized the ticket was definitely worth it. The mural on the escalator, about 1 meter high, seemed quite heavy to carry. She told me it was a painting from her home that had been reframed by an acquaintance nearby. Her husband was supposed to pick it up, but he'd been away on a three-week business trip and wouldn't be back for another week. Feeling bad leaving it there too long, she came to get it herself. When she arrived, she realized it was too big to take a taxi and had to take the subway home.

This was quite a revelation: a local, her husband had been away for a long time, she loved calligraphy and painting, and had a refined air. Worth talking to. So I quickly helped her carry the painting. She seemed a little embarrassed, but I told her it was alright, I was free, and it was just a small favor. She asked where I was going, and I said Guanyinqiao. She said it was on her way, so we chatted. She asked where I was from, and I said Hangzhou. She said she really wanted to go but had never been. I told her about some Hangzhou attractions and offered to be her guide when she had the chance. I also told her Chongqing was nice and worth visiting, as I'd been there several times but hadn't really explored it. Perhaps noticing my business-like attire (I had just met with a client), the conversation went well, and she didn't seem like someone with ulterior motives. She added me on WeChat without hesitation.

I got off a few stops away and we chatted on WeChat, mainly about Hangzhou and nearby attractions, as well as the cultural differences between the two cities. I learned she was a middle school art teacher, which explained her interest in calligraphy and painting; she also had a good demeanor. Of course, we also discussed some local attractions in Chongqing. Sure enough, after dinner, I asked her to go for a walk at Chaotianmen. She readily agreed on WeChat, so I arranged to meet her at my place first, since transportation from my location was relatively convenient.

When I saw her again, she was wearing a gray-blue casual jacket over a round-neck t-shirt, skinny jeans, and light green sneakers—she looked quite attractive.

While taking a taxi, I was cautious. I sat in the front, and she sat alone in the back. During the ride, I mainly discussed whether middle school students nowadays value minor subjects like art, avoiding any awkwardness for her in front of the driver.

We took a walk along the pier in the evening. There were many tourist boats on the river and many people on the riverbank. Knowing she was worried about encountering students or their parents, she kept a distance from me. We came to a high, plaza-like platform, and following her directions, she told me about the distinct color difference between the two rivers at their confluence. Then we walked to the Liberation Monument together. She had been explaining things all evening, and I had been listening. Around nine o'clock, we had walked enough, so I asked her if she should get a foot massage since she was tired after walking all night. She was a bit reluctant at first, but I persuaded her twice before she agreed. I immediately found a well-regarded shop on Meituan. When we got there, she wanted to change into looser clothes, but she felt a bit awkward. I told her it was the weekend and she should relax, and that she stands a lot during the week and her legs get tired, so she needed regular massages to unblock her meridians. She probably thought it made sense, or maybe I was just being considerate, because she relaxed a lot.

After changing, I noticed her skin was really fair. I have to say, many girls in Chongqing have great skin and slender legs. It felt really nice. After the foot massage, it was past 10 PM. I took her home, and on the way, we made

plans to go to Ciqikou the next day, Sunday, and said goodnight to each other. The next morning at 8:30 AM, we met up to go to Ciqikou. She was wearing a dress today, looking graceful and beautiful. Ciqikou was packed with tourists and food stalls. We ate some snacks together, and I discovered that food is a real mood booster. She was exceptionally happy and in a great mood, and we felt much closer. Afterwards, we visited the former residence of a famous person. By the time we finished, it was almost 1 PM. I suggested we have hot pot. There's a hot pot restaurant near Guanyinqiao that's always crowded. She said she knew it and that there's often a queue. I said that if we went now, there probably wouldn't be a queue, and indeed, there weren't many people. She can handle spicy food, but I can't eat vegetables and can only eat meat, which I still couldn't stand. I kept drinking water. After eating, I quickly bought some chewing gum, put in two pieces, and chewed vigorously. She enjoyed the meal and seemed quite excited.

It was almost 3 PM after dinner. The original plan was to go to Hongyadong in the evening, but I suggested we rest at my place for a while before going. I heard the night view from Hongyadong is quite beautiful. She hesitated a bit, but eventually agreed. After leaving the hot pot restaurant, to ease her stress, we went to Maoye Department Store. In Chongqing, I often get confused about which floor is the ground floor; there are G, L, F, but I can't tell the difference between L1, 2, and 3. The Hilton DoubleTree Hotel was quite nice and quiet. She seemed a little uneasy in the room, so I quickly boiled water for her and turned on the TV. She relaxed after a while. We drank water and chatted for a bit. I told her she could lie down on the bed if she was tired, but she didn't say she wasn't tired, only that she wanted to sit on the sofa. I half-jokingly said, "You won't be too tired to walk and will need me to carry you?" Surprisingly, she didn't say no. I was originally planning to wait a bit longer and wasn't in a rush to get her there the next day, but since the atmosphere had gotten this far, I had to carry her.

When I tried to hug her, she pushed me away with her hands, saying no, but her pushes were very weak. Of course, I picked her up and gently placed her on the bed, then gave her a hug. She pushed me away twice, saying not to do that, as I could feel her breath near my ear. Realizing I couldn't push her away, I stopped. I kissed around her ears first, and after two minutes, I felt she responded, so I started kissing her. She didn't flinch. My first impression was how soft her lips were—I was so lucky! I still savor that feeling. During the kiss, she neither avoided nor initiated it; we kissed each other for a long time, lips to lips. I tentatively slipped my tongue into her lips. At first, her teeth were closed, but after a few seconds, they opened. Her tongue was also very soft. As I moved it around, she slowly started to kiss me more actively, her tongue entering my mouth, trying to go as deep as possible. My hands weren't idle either. I started stroking her through her dress and slowly unzipped the zipper at the back of her neck. After the collar loosened, I started kissing her neck. Perhaps because she was sensitive, she started moaning, saying it tickled. So I continued kissing downwards, and saw half a breast. It wasn't very big, but it was quite elastic, with snow-white skin. My erection was already rock hard.

I pulled the blanket up, slowly pulled down her skirt, and then unhooked her bra. Although it wasn't big, it felt nice to the touch, quite elastic, and looked pretty. I gently took the bra off my arms, one hand grasping her breast, the other stroking her back, while my mouth kissed her other breast and nipple. She was clearly aroused, moaning softly, her breath sweet as orchids. So my hand moved down, pulling down her panties. She slightly raised her buttocks to cooperate, squeezing them firmly. They were small, round, soft, and firm.

With her clothes off, her entire body was revealed. I was truly aroused. I quickly took off my own clothes, put on a condom, and my rock-hard penis gently rubbed between her slender legs, eagerly searching for the entrance to her paradise, only to find it already overflowing. I asked her if I could go in, and she hugged my back, probably gesturing for me to hurry up. I was already rock hard, so I didn't hold back and slowly pushed in. It was slippery but also very tight—she was truly a stunner.

When I reached the deepest point, she moaned loudly, so each time I went in fully, I slid in slowly and pulled out quickly. Her hands started gripping the sheets, then her hands gripped mine. I felt her vagina was relatively short, making it easy to touch her glans. The sensation of her sucking on my glans was unique. When I thrust hard, she said it hurt, and her moans were beautiful, especially with her Chongqing accent. I almost couldn't take it anymore. I saw her reach for a pillow, and I knew she wanted to put it under her buttocks. After that, I sped up and thrust for another two or three minutes. Her moans grew longer; she must have orgasmed. Her brows furrowed, her body trembled slightly, and she gripped our arms for about half a minute. I took a break and gently kissed her, from her lips to her ears, neck, and chest. She told me she was happy, and I knew she meant she had orgasmed. A few minutes later, I started moving again, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts. She started moaning again, this time louder, and I ejaculated amidst her cries. After showering separately, we chatted for a while, then fell asleep in each other's arms.

We didn't go to Hongyadong that day. I slept until after six o'clock, and touching her snow-white skin, I instantly became hard. We had sex again, lasting longer than the first time, and tried other positions. Later, I learned that she had been married for three years but still didn't have children. She and her husband had known each other for many years, but he hadn't had children, perhaps due to work or some health issues.

Because I frequently traveled to Chongqing for business, I saw her about once every one or two months. Many stories unfolded during that time, which I'll recount another time. This continued for nearly two years, after which we gradually lost contact. In [year], she became pregnant, and we chatted occasionally. She seemed very satisfied with her current life.

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