Non-original dreamy girl

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Yali, a girl who loves to dream,
is an assistant in our company. She's not in my department, but since our departments are separated by only a screen, it feels like we're practically the same group of people. She's fairly pretty, petite and delicate. If you met her on the street, she probably wouldn't make you turn your head; but after spending some time with her—after all, she's 25 and not ugly—she might inspire some fantasies.
Her job at the company is mainly to handle paperwork for her department, mostly typing documents or creating spreadsheets on the computer. Frankly, her work skills aren't great, and she's not very good with computers. She often comes in to ask me computer questions. Even if I had something to do, I'd still be happy to teach her.
At first, she'd just ask a question or two at the door and leave, but later, as we got to know each other better, she'd come to the computer screen behind my desk to watch my explanations. Initially, it was just about computer problems, but after she finished asking questions, we'd start chatting. From the weather to politics, from movies to sports, all sorts of things. However, what she liked to talk about most was life abroad.
It turned out she had been studying abroad in the US for almost a year. I have a lot of opinions about studying abroad. Most people want to experience life abroad, but due to financial constraints, they resort to studying abroad. Wanting to see new things and learn a foreign language is good in itself, but can you really master American English in just a few months? Don't even mention studying abroad; do those people you know who studied abroad for several years and came back with top-notch foreign language skills?
Frankly, I haven't seen many current international students who can speak a foreign language fluently, let alone those who studied abroad. Many people don't have enough money for studying abroad, but in reality, the cost of studying abroad is higher than that of studying abroad. A few months of studying abroad might cost the equivalent of a year's worth of studying abroad. After spending all the money, they return to Taiwan, their foreign language skills are poor, and they don't have a degree to find a better job.
It's more practical to borrow money to study abroad than to study abroad; at least you can get a degree and find a job.
Ya-li fondly remembers her study abroad experience from a few years ago and keeps trying to get me to talk about America. I felt a little sorry for her. She lived in a dream world, a foreign land from the movies, unable to return to real life. Besides, the real foreign land wasn't as wonderful as she described. My office was in a corner, not many people walked by. Every time she stood in front of me to chat, wearing a short skirt, it stirred up many fantasies in me.
At first, the distance was from the doorway to the desk, then across the desk looking at the screen, and then she walked to my side to look at the screen. Unconsciously, the distance between us shortened considerably. I saw Yali's destiny as that of a typical mistress. She was good-looking, but she couldn't endure hardship and was unwilling to. She spent all her salary on unnecessary cosmetics and clothes, all for the purpose of pleasing men.
She told me she had a boyfriend, but no one had ever seen him, although other colleagues said they had received phone calls from him. I thought, if I had a girlfriend like her, I wouldn't know what to do. She was quite pretty, but there was always a feeling that the relationship wouldn't last, that it couldn't be a lifelong commitment—a bit like the "chicken rib" Cao Cao described.
Yali, who liked foreign countries, naturally loved watching American movies. At that time, I was still with Xiaoliu. One Friday, we arranged to see a movie in Ximending. I went to buy the tickets first. After buying the tickets, I went to browse the nearby shops while waiting for Xiaoliu, but instead, I ran into Yali shopping alone. I told Yali that I had arranged to see a movie with my wife, but she hadn't arrived yet. She said that she often came to Ximending to see if there were any discounted items during her holidays.
At that moment, she was holding something and asked me, "Do you think this one is better or that one?" She was holding a schoolgirl-style floral dress, and her hand was pointing to a shirt and trouser suit for work.
I didn't have any particular opinion on these items, so I said, "Both look great, why don't you try them on?" She tried on both and then came out to show them to me.
It's a very ambiguous thing for a woman to try on clothes for a man. Generally, women are unwilling to wear new clothes in front of men and then ask them to comment on her clothes and her figure. So I think if a woman is willing to let a man comment on her new clothes, it means that her feelings for him have crossed the usual boundaries.
I said, "A suit makes you look smart and capable, and a skirt makes you look younger." Little did I know that sounded like I'd said the wrong thing. She retorted, "Do I look incompetent and old now?" I tried to salvage the situation by saying, "Of course not, you're very beautiful." As for praising her for being smart and capable, I couldn't bring myself to say that. But after I told her she was beautiful, she forgot about the smart and capable part.
I thought to myself, I'm so lucky! I'm going to the movies with Xiaoliu, and now I'm picking out clothes with Yali—both of us are quite beautiful. That night was also quite coincidental. Just as Yali was hesitating about which dress to buy, my cell phone rang. Xiaoliu said her fiancé's family needed to see her and she couldn't come, so she should go by herself.
Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I said to Yali, "My wife just called and said she couldn't come. If you don't have any other plans later, would you like to go to the movies together?" It wasn't really appropriate for me to ask Yali to go to the movies alone, but given the situation, it seemed perfectly natural. Yali readily agreed.
Next, Yali was debating which dress she wanted to buy. She liked both of them, and not only that, she liked everything else in the store. She kept comparing the two she had in her hands, then comparing them to the others.
The movie was about to start, but Yali seemed to lack a sense of time, not in a hurry at all, just hesitating in the store. On a whim, I said, "Yali, you look great in both of them, let me give them to you!"
She said, "How could I?"
I said, "It's alright, I've known you for so long and I've never given you anything before." I don't know why I should give her something, but I could see the joy in her eyes. It
wasn't until I paid that I felt the pain; it totaled over seven thousand dollars. Aside from the suit, I'd never bought anything so expensive myself. Giving clothes to a beautiful girl gives you a sense of satisfaction. When you see her wearing the clothes you gave her, you feel a little happy, as if wearing your clothes means they belong to you.
After the movie, I originally wanted to press my advantage and ask Yali out for dinner, but Xiaoliu left me a message asking me to meet her after the movie. Xiaoliu was about to get married, and I started to miss her a little. So I said goodbye to Yali and went to find Xiaoliu. I
felt a bit lost after leaving Yali. I drove to a deserted spot in the suburbs, and Xiaoliu and I made love in the car. But what I saw and touched wasn't Xiaoliu, but Yali's body.
A few weeks later, Xiaoliu married and moved to the south. One lazy Friday afternoon, I sat alone in my office, lost in thought. I looked at the setting sun outside the window, reflecting on how I used to meet Qingqing and Xiaoliu every Friday for the past two years. Now they were both gone, and it seemed I would spend countless lonely Friday afternoons from now on.
I saw Yali walk past the door. To fill the emptiness in my heart from Xiaoliu's departure, I called Yali in and asked her, "Any plans after work? How about we go see a movie?" I'm usually very careful at work; otherwise, how come no one knows about my relationship with Qingqing and Xiaoliu over the past two years? I'm reluctant to be so direct, after all, I'm a married man, and it's a bit risky. But that day, I don't know where I got the courage, I blurted it out.
Yali thought for a moment and replied, "Okay."
Afraid of running into many colleagues if I walked home with Yali after work, I said, "Let's leave fifteen minutes early and buy tickets sooner."
Yali said, "My manager is here today, so I might not be able to leave early."
I said, "Then I'll leave early and drive to the other side of the road; that way, the road will be easier to navigate." Actually, all of this was to avoid being seen or bumped into by Yali.
Yali's manager, Julie, is an older woman who has been with the company for a long time. She's not actually a particularly difficult person to get along with, but she always had a problem with Yali. She said Yali was always late, and Yali said it was because she had too much work and had to work overtime until seven or eight o'clock every day. Based on my understanding of Yali, she's definitely not a very capable worker.
Ya-li doesn't like to watch movies quietly; she always wants to chat with the person next to her, saying things like how handsome the male lead is or how stupid the female lead is. Of course, I'll keep her company, and I quite enjoy talking to her at the movie theater entrance. Because talking in a movie theater means we have to be very close, so close I can hear her breathing; we're practically face-to-face.
Soon it was Friday again, and we had arranged to see a movie. Sitting so close in the dark theater, even though we hadn't actually done anything inappropriate, I had already mentally possessed her many times.
That winter was very cold, and I was so grateful to have Ya-li accompany me to movies and meals every weekend, and I would go shopping with her.
Soon the Lunar New Year arrived, and we were both very reluctant to part on the last weekend of the Lunar New Year. Ya-li was going home for the holiday, and I had to accompany my wife south and do other things, so Ya-li and I probably wouldn't be able to see each other alone for two weeks.
Up until then, our relationship had only progressed to kissing and hugging, but this only fueled my desire and made me want more.
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I started my holiday a week before the Lunar New Year because firstly, I had no more cases to work on; secondly, I had plenty of unused vacation days; and thirdly, my wife, a teacher, had already started her holiday long ago. Yali was going to work her last day before the holiday. That evening, around eight o'clock, my wife and I were watching a variety show after dinner when my cell phone rang. It was Yali calling. As soon as
I answered, I heard Yali's tearful voice say, "Danny, can you come to the company now?"
I asked in surprise, "What happened, Yali? Why are you still at the company so late?"
Yali cried and said, "Julie fired me."
I had heard that Julie was going to fire Yali, but doing this on the eve of the Lunar New Year seemed too cruel. So I said I would come right away. Before leaving, I told my wife that the company system had crashed and I had to go back to fix it, and I didn't know when I'd be back. I work on systems at the company, but women don't know much about computers; they think anything about crashes, viruses, or Y2K is a huge deal.
When I got to the company, it was almost nine o'clock. Poor Ya-li was waiting for me downstairs, carrying several boxes of things. She had stopped crying, but you could still see traces of tears on her face. We loaded the things into the car and started comforting her.
I wanted to take her out to eat, and she agreed, but when we got to the restaurant, she said she didn't want to eat; she wasn't hungry. So we drove around for almost two hours, not knowing where to go, talking the whole time in the car.
Finally, she seemed tired, so I suggested taking her home.
Ya-li lives near Sogo; she lives alone in Taipei. That night was the first time I visited her home. It was a small apartment. She said it was conveniently located, and since she lived alone, she didn't have to commute to work. Given the excellent location, the space wasn't very large; besides the bathroom, there were no other rooms.
After we entered the room, the atmosphere became ambiguous. A male and female colleague alone in a room late at night—it was hard to find a good explanation. Although I had taken her home, I had no intention of leaving. Ya-li didn't want me to leave either. She said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa for a while? I'll make some coffee."
Coffee seems to have become a common topic of conversation between modern men and women. A cup of coffee can break the ice and ease the atmosphere; it can also be a way to change the subject when there's nothing to talk about.
Ya-li didn't have much furniture. The suite only had a dining table, a sofa, a TV next to the sofa, and a bed opposite it. The whole room was filled with a girl's touch: several large Disney plush toys, Andy Lau and Tom Cruise postcards, CDs, etc., were the only decorations in the room. She was always busy and disorganized at work, unable to find anything she needed, so I wasn't too surprised when she was fired, but she kept her home spotless.
The sounds of cars coming from the street below could be heard outside the window; Taipei truly is a city that never sleeps. The kitchen was filled with clanging sounds. I thought making a cup of coffee shouldn't take this long. Looking over, I saw Ya-li bustling around, the coffee already made, doing something I didn't know.
Being married, I'm experienced in matters of the heart and know how difficult her situation is. On the surface, we're still friends and colleagues, but that changed after she brought me home tonight. Ya-li was too embarrassed to come out of the kitchen. What was I waiting for?
We lay on the sofa, watching a rerun of the Hu Gua variety show from earlier that evening. My hands roamed restlessly over Ya-li's body. She lay in my arms with her back to me. I pulled her body closer, so my already aroused penis could press against her full, beautiful buttocks, relieving the pressure of its swelling.
I started with her smooth, alabaster-like abdomen, reaching under her clothes, enjoying the pleasure of her skin without any obstruction. Ya-li's breathing gradually quickened as I relentlessly explored her most sensitive areas. Yali's breasts were probably 32 inches. She was petite, and I guessed she was a C-cup. Even through her clothes and bra, her breasts appeared firm and full.
At that moment, Yali turned around and we kissed face-to-face. She had full, moist lips, still smelling of lipstick, and her body exuded a faint fragrance—I think it was Chanel 5 or something similar. Kissing Yali was wonderful. She was very cooperative, whether our tongues met or our lips intertwined, she made me feel incredibly intoxicated and happy.
My hands lingered on Yali's breasts, constantly kneading them, and I even took her small hand and placed it on my swollen penis. Yali understood a man's needs, her small hand slowly caressing my pants. Our breathing became faster and more rapid, occasionally punctuated by "ha, ha" sounds during our kiss.
Yali asked me, "Don't leave tonight, okay?"
At that moment, I had no desire to leave. She told me to wait a moment, that she was going to take a shower. I lay alone on the sofa, continuing to watch Hu Gua's replay, her departure relaxing my excited nerves.
While I certainly didn't want her body to leave me, past experience told me not to rush things; unless a cataclysmic event occurred, Ya Li would definitely be mine tonight.
The dripping sound from the shower had stopped, meaning Ya Li would be out soon. I wondered if she would come out completely naked or wrapped in a large towel.
Ya Li, who was always good at dressing up, didn't skimp on her bathrobe either; she wore a one-piece babydoll dress, slightly open at the chest, revealing glimpses of her full breasts. Seeing such a beauty before me, I went over and hugged her; her body was still warm as if from the hot water. After her shower, she hadn't forgotten to apply lipstick and foundation, making her still stunningly beautiful. Her body exuded a clean, post-shower scent and a faint fragrance.
Without the restraint of a bra, her breasts were soft, feeling like cotton. She reached out and unbuckled my belt and trousers, letting them slide to the floor. Her small hands caressed my groin. After a while, I felt it wasn't enough, so I pulled her hand inside my underwear. When her soft hand touched me, a jolt of electricity shot through my body.
Somehow, we went from standing to lying on the bed, her on top of me. I reached down and touched her round buttocks, inserting my fingers between them—a little wet and a little warm. She reacted slightly, then asked, "Do you want it?"
I whispered, "Yes." She rolled over and straddled me, taking me inside her without even taking off her skirt. At first, she let out a moan of pleasure as she was stretched open. Initially, she was quite dry, so she moved slowly. Once she was fully wet, she began to move naturally up and down, with varying depths of motion.
I generally don't like the woman-on-top position; most women don't know how to move in a way that will bring a man pleasure. But Yali was a master at it. She wrapped her body around my treasure, moving up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. When she went deep, there wasn't a single gap between our bodies; when she went shallow, she only touched it briefly before wrapping me up tightly again.
She asked me, slightly out of breath, "Do you like my dress? Should I take it off?"
I said, "You look beautiful like this."
She asked again, "Is this comfortable?"
I replied, "Very good, I can't hold back any longer."
She said, "I'll go slower, so you can last longer."
She slowed down afterward, but the first time we had sex lasted less than five minutes.
A suggestive Category III film starring Shao Shuzhen was playing on TV, showcasing her ample breasts and figure to a limited extent. I've always hated these films that are all bark and no bite, revealing but not actually undressing, just teasing men, but that night it was a great aphrodisiac. I was watching TV
with Ya-li's petite, voluptuous body in my arms when I suddenly asked a question I shouldn't have: "How many men have you slept with before?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Luckily, Ya-li didn't get angry and answered, "Seven, I guess, that's a lot, isn't it?"
I quickly smoothed things over, saying, "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question." She instead said, "It's alright, you only asked because you care about me."
That year, Ya-li was 25 years old. Since leaving commercial college at 17 or 18, she had been working in the workforce. She had a boyfriend who was her boss, and he had a daughter four years younger than her. They broke up just before her boss's wife found out. Ya-li then changed jobs and met her boss, who was also married. They dated for about a year or two before he found someone else, and their relationship ended. Ya-li wasn't good at managing money; otherwise, she wouldn't have failed to make any money off these men. After several years, she only saved enough to go abroad for a year, during which time she mentioned having a foreign boyfriend. For her age, her experience was considerable.
Having been someone's mistress, Ya-li knew how to satisfy a man. She climbed on top of me and gave me a blowjob. In her mouth, I prepared for a second night of passion. I took off her skirt; her body was completely free of excess fat, her smooth abdomen clung tightly, and her round breasts made her look somewhat like the Japanese porn star, Kanazawa Fumiko.
This time, I took the initiative and had her lie on the bed. I entered her from the front and began to move, and Ya-li responded to my movements with rhythm. When I penetrated lightly, she moaned softly; when I penetrated fully, she cried out loudly, only catching her breath when I withdrew. Each of my different movements elicited a different reaction from her.
This natural female response in sex was a performance, a technique she had learned from having sex with different men, including married men and foreigners, with the precision and skill of an Olympic athlete. I remained in this position, appreciating Yali's excellent and passionate performance. When I was about to ejaculate, Yali cooperated by letting out a soft, moving moan that lingered for a long time until I withdrew, at which point she finally gasped for breath.
We slept until the next morning. When I got up, I asked Yali what she planned to do that day, and she said she had no plans. I had to go home, so I arranged to meet her again that evening. As soon as I got home, I threw my clothes into the washing machine and jumped into the bathroom to shower and erase all evidence.
My wife was woken up by my noise and complained that I had to go back to work overtime during the New Year holiday. I mumbled some excuses and then pretended to be tired and went to bed. I had a dream while I was fast asleep. In the dream, Ya-li, Xiao-liu, and I were having a threesome.
Ya-li has a natural talent for pleasing men. Once, we were eating out, and a long-legged woman in a tight skirt sat at the next table. With my leg fetish, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Ya-li saw this, and the next day she dressed similarly, making me restless and distracted all night on our date.
Finally, after the event ended, we went to her house. As soon as we entered, I hugged her tightly and entered her from behind. In less than a minute, after a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her. She was still almost fully clothed at that time, which shows how much she had aroused me that night.
Afterwards, I began to regret whether I had used her as a prostitute as a means of release. That night, she teased me, saying, "You're so ruthless!"
Speaking of prostitutes, once we went to Macau for the night. I wasn't interested in gambling; food and sex were my favorites. That was Ya-li's first time at a casino. She wanted to try everything and didn't want to leave once she started. We had planned to go sightseeing during the day, but we ended up using the time to catch up on sleep. Every evening, after dinner, we went to the Lisboa Casino, and I lost quite a bit of money over two nights. But with her as my companion, how could I care about such things?
On the second night, I couldn't stand the smog in the casino, so I went to the main lobby of the Lisboa Casino to watch the women lingering there. So many attractive women walking around in front of me, and the thought of spending only two or three thousand NT dollars to play with one of them, filled me with inexplicable excitement. It was only because Ya-li was there that I could easily have sex with two or three women a night.
I spotted one wearing a low-cut dress, one breast pushed up to her chin, almost half of it exposed. Next to her was another woman dressed more plainly. The more I looked, the stronger my desire became. I thought I should immediately persuade Ya-li to go back to the room and have some fun, but then I suddenly heard Ya-li say beside me, "That woman's breasts are so big!" Then Ya-li asked me how much I wanted, and I said two or three thousand NT dollars. She said she was just standing there looking, and told me to call her back to the room.
Although my relationship with Yali was purely platonic, I couldn't very well have sex with another woman in front of her. I told her no, and she said it was okay, she wouldn't mind, and so on. Finally, I said I had to go back to my room, and she wanted to go back and play a few more rounds.
Just as I was showering in my room, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Did Yali forget her key? It turned out to be those two ladies from the Macau casino knocking on the door, saying that Yali had sent them up, and asking which one I wanted. At this point, I followed the dictates of my desire and told the one with the bigger breasts that I wanted her. The two of them went into the room together, and the other one said she had nowhere to go and had to wait there.
The busty one asked, "Shall we do it now?" I was a little put off by such a "professional" lady, but thinking that Yali was downstairs, I didn't care too much and told her to take off her clothes.
Her breasts were indeed big, at least a D to E cup, and they felt a little soft to the touch; they looked better with clothes on. With a naked woman in front of me, my penis was stretched out at a 90-degree angle. At that time, I was wearing a towel, and my penis was using the towel to support it. Thinking about it now, it's still a little funny.
She put a metal condom on me, and I felt nothing. After a while, my erection softened, and I started to regret it. Why did I have to have sex with Ya Li tonight? What's so great about this prostitute? She noticed my dissatisfaction and asked if I wanted to have sex with her friend; they'd charge 800 for both of us. I didn't want it to end so quickly, so I agreed to have sex with her friend.
I still had that metal condom on, but it felt much better with her friend; at least she was more responsive. In the end, after some effort and 800 Hong Kong dollars, I finished with her friend in about ten minutes.
I regretted being greedy for novelty. I wasn't satisfied with a woman as good as Ya Li and instead coveted other cheap beauties. This was a lesson and a warning for me.
Afterward, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the sound of Ya Li taking a shower. She quickly came out.
As soon as she got on the bed, I quickly hugged her. She was only wearing a long t-shirt and underwear, practically naked. She scolded, "Don't touch me. Weren't those two enough for you?" I said, "No, I was just looking, I didn't do anything."
She said, "You're lying to me. I saw them downstairs, and they said you came with both of them."
I said, "No way! Look, I can still get hard now. If I had done it with them, would I still be able to?"
I really could, and I immediately entered Yali's body again. As soon as I entered, I felt that this kind of direct contact was what love was all about. Using a condom was no match for playing with a doll. That time, our emotions were especially high. I kept stimulating her, just to hear her seductive moans. From front to back, and back again, I held her tightly and kept calling her name. She answered me with moans of varying pitch. Finally, I ejaculated without being able to control myself.
That could be considered the climax of our relationship, and also the beginning of its end.
Not long after, she found a new job. At first, she told me about her work, including a boss who often treated her to lunch and gave her gifts.
After that, we dated less and less. The last time I went to her house and had sex with her, I felt like I was forcing her. Then she said her boss was taking her to mainland China on a two-week business trip.
I wondered if her boss was also having sex with her in a hotel. I waited two weeks for her to return, listening to her moaning. I called her, but she just gave me a few cold words and hung up.
I knew I had to call it quits. In the days that followed
, I reflected on our relationship and bought a diary to record every time we had sex—a total of nineteen times. I thought I was lucky to have her; if possible, I would pay for her body. One day, passing by her house, I impulsively rang her doorbell, but someone else answered, saying he had just moved in last month. I promptly deleted her number from my phone to cut off my longing. **********
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I brought it with me to Beijing during a business trip. I found a woman with a similar build at a karaoke bar, gave her the clothes, and told her to wear them before we made love. The climax was still there, but those moans were now a thing of the past for me.
I know other men are now fortunate enough to hold her and hear her moans. I was so lucky to have once possessed that sound; now all that's left is the lingering echo in my mind.
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