Halloween, I messed up the waiter at Ueshima Coffee.

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On Halloween, Xiaowei gave me her virginity. I have a habit of writing in my diary, and flipping through it, I realized that Xiaowei and I have known each other for about half a year. I smoked several cigarettes, and the memories seemed to mingle with the smoke, hazy and lingering. I decided to tell my friends our story, which begins about half a year ago...
As I mentioned in my previous post, I passed the civil service exam two years ago. Except for business trips, my life at home was very regular.
I could leave work around 11 a.m. every day and it was 5 p.m. in the evening. My colleagues and I usually ate in the company cafeteria, which was a buffet. I remember when I first started working, everyone was happy because the buffet had a wide variety of dishes and we didn't have to pay for our own meals. Although the cafeteria changed the menu frequently, we actually ate pretty much the same food every day.
Since there were only a few chefs, the taste didn't change much. Gradually, we got tired of it. My closer colleagues started going out to eat together, and luckily there were various restaurants around the company, so we ate at different places every day.
Later, we ate at almost all the restaurants, and we lost interest in going out to eat altogether. Most of my colleagues live in apartments within the company compound, and it's only a 5-minute walk from the office to home, so in the summer, most of us have the habit of going home for a nap at noon.
Because of this, several savvy restaurant owners around the company started offering delivery services. Actually, the delivered food isn't as good as eating at the restaurant, but it's more convenient and faster. I tried delivery from several restaurants, from porridge shops to noodle shops, until I ate at Shangdao Coffee a few times, and then I decided to stick with them. There were two reasons
. First, while other restaurants had both men and women delivering, their uniforms were often untidy, and sometimes they had a strange smell—I think it was a mixture of scallions and sweat—so I was very skeptical about the cleanliness of the food. But Shangdao Coffee's delivery team consisted entirely of young women, most of them wearing light makeup, and their work attire was very professional. Anyone who's been to Shangdao Coffee knows that in the summer, the girls there wear light green short-sleeved shirts and light gray skirts. Their clothes are clean and crisp, which made me feel that eating at Shangdao Coffee would be relatively cleaner.
The second reason was that the girls at the cafe were all quite good-looking; I heard there was a selection process during the application process. So, I could get clean food and watch pretty girls deliver my meals, so of course I chose to go to the
cafe. The cafe was on the first floor of a building across the street, and the girls had to walk to our compound under the July sun to deliver the food, which was incredibly hot. The girls were generally quite fast on their feet; some, I think, even ran up there. So, I often saw them with beads of sweat on their foreheads, their not-yet-fully-developed
breasts heaving. Sometimes, their short sleeves would be slightly damp with sweat, revealing the outline of their bras, and even their nipples. I would often take my time after receiving the food, deliberately slowing down the process of getting change while lecherously watching the girls. Sometimes, my penis would unconsciously swell up. The girls mostly didn't notice, but sometimes it was quite noticeable when they were wearing shorts at home.
Over time, I felt that eating was secondary, and waiting for the girls to deliver the food became my real anticipation. For a while, when I had sex with my lovers,
I often imagined them as the food delivery girls. When watching movies on sex forums, I often choose those with a uniform fetish theme. Japanese adult films often feature scenes where a plumber or postman comes to the house and has sex with the female homeowner; I can't help but get excited whenever I see these kinds of scenes. I often pull out my already erect penis and vigorously stroke it up and down, ejaculating far away.

One day in mid-July, at noon, I called to order food as usual, and then sat in the house fantasizing with my erect penis. A while later, the doorbell rang, and when I opened the door, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen the delivery girl before, but she looked so much like my first love. I estimated she was only about 20 years old at the time
(later I found out she was only almost 19), with snow-white skin, a curvaceous figure, and the kind of slim girl I like. When the girl saw me, a big, burly man, wearing only underwear and no shirt (in the summer I wish I were completely naked at home), her face immediately turned red. She kept her head down, not daring to look me in the eye, and said, "Your food is 15 yuan."
Meeting such an innocent young girl, I felt embarrassed dressed like that; I think my face turned red. I told her to come in and wait for me to get the money, but she said she could wait at the door. I quickly went inside, took out the money, and put on a two-strapped vest before going out. While getting the money, I gradually calmed down, thinking to myself that if I wanted to take things further, I needed to know more about her.
I said to her, "I've never seen you before. I beg for food from your house every day."
The girl replied , "I just came last weekend. My workplace has been training me these past few days; this is the first time I've come out to deliver food." I thought to myself, no wonder the girls on the island all seem so nice; they've been trained after all. I then asked, "Where are you from?" She replied, "I'm from Hunan." Thinking I shouldn't ask too many questions on the first meeting, I asked one last question, "What's your name?" She
looked at me, probably still wary, and said, "My colleagues all call me Xiao Wei." I hadn't expected her to tell me her real name on our first meeting, so I said, "My name is Dali. I'll ask you to deliver meals again next time. You can also contact me if you need anything." I guess I made a good impression, because she blushed and said she just delivers meals to whoever she happens to see, then quickly took the money and left.
Yes, she delivers meals to whoever she happens to see. How could I be sure it was Xiao Wei delivering my meals? After thinking hard for a while, I had an idea. The next day at noon, I called Shangdao and said, "Have Xiao Wei deliver a *** set meal to Brother Dali who delivered lunch yesterday." After saying that, I heard a slightly hesitant "Please" on the other end, and I hung up. I knew she would definitely ask, "What's your home address...?" I didn't say, so the receptionist would have to ask Xiao Wei.
The worst-case scenario was that Xiaowei either didn't remember me or disliked me, meaning she wouldn't know anything about "Brother Dali," and I'd just miss lunch. I wouldn't lose anything; I could just eat something else and wait to see if I'd run into Xiaowei again. But if Xiaowei came, then I'd won, and we'd have made our first contact.
Sitting on the sofa, smoking, I was filled with anticipation. My heart was pounding, as if I were facing a huge gamble. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel excited about my idea. If I looked in the mirror right now, I'd definitely see a sly smile on my face. Haha, I'd used all my cunning on this.
But then, I tried to calm myself down, telling myself that this idea might not be Xiaowei delivering it, or even anyone might come at all. Don't get your hopes up too high, or you'll definitely be disappointed.
Just as I was anticipating this, the doorbell rang. I rushed to the door, opened it, and there it was—Xiaowei. Seeing that I was still blushing, Xiaowei whispered, "What did you tell the receptionist? Everyone's asking me how I have a brother so soon after I started..." I was secretly overjoyed,
but outwardly I pretended to be calm and said, "I just wanted to get to know you better so you can familiarize yourself with the work quickly." Seriously, what kind of answer is that? Even I sounded fake. Anyway, the days passed by like this. My colleagues noticed that I was always happily running home at lunchtime, but only I knew in my heart that it was because of Xiaowei. Our relationship was simply one of liking, or more accurately, liking her. Aside from bringing her lunch,
there was no further contact. But things were progressing. Now, the receptionist wasn't bringing lunch anymore; I would send Xiaowei a text message telling her what I was eating. Her colleagues were also curious about who she brought lunch to every day. She said many people had asked her, and some even wanted to come with her to bring lunch to find out, but she only said it was her brother and refused to let anyone else come with her.
Gradually, we started exchanging text messages in the evenings. At first, she would reply after I sent several messages, but gradually she started sharing her innermost thoughts with me. I learned that her family was from a rural area in Hunan. Her father was killed when he was carrying stones, and her mother suffered a stroke,
which is why she came to the city to work through an introduction from a girl from the same village. Because she was good-looking, some people had tried to persuade her to become a prostitute, but she firmly refused. She chose to go to the island because it seemed more legitimate, but in reality, the income was less than that of the nearby porridge stalls. After learning about her unfortunate family background, my initial simple attraction to her appearance was mixed with a desire to protect her.
What changed our relationship was a coincidence. Xiaowei and her colleagues at the Shangdao store were on the first floor of a building across the street, and their dormitory was in the basement. The Shangdao employees worked shifts, working during the day and resting at night,
and vice versa. The girls, of course, couldn't stay still in the basement, and the manager wouldn't let them wander around outside, so they often strolled around our company compound. Our compound had been there for decades, so there were many flowers, trees, and shrubs, and since there weren't many people there, it became a favorite place for them to walk. I had run into a colleague who wore the same clothes as Xiaowei before, but I had never seen her.
Until one evening, I was jogging slowly in the compound as usual, and I saw Xiaowei and two other girls walking towards me from afar. Xiaowei probably saw me first; blushing, she tried to pull the other two girls aside, but I had already reached her. I stopped and, like an old friend, calmly said, "Xiaowei, not working tonight?" Xiaowei blushed even more and whispered, "Mmm." I smiled at her two companions and said, "You two go for your walk, I'll continue my run." As soon as I stepped outside, I heard the two girls chattering and teasing me.
That evening, she texted me saying they were all asking who she was, how they knew each other, and if she was her mysterious brother. I asked her what she answered, and she said that since it was already like this, she could only say yes to everyone. My heart stirred again, and as usual, I turned off my phone and went to sleep that night. When I woke up in the morning and turned it on, I found a message from 2 AM. It was from Xiaowei; she said, "I forgot to tell you, my friends all say you're very handsome..."

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