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. 1. Meeting and Losing Control
I first met her on a forum. Her nickname was Scarlett O'Hara, and mine happened to be Clark, so we naturally exchanged greetings, and that's how this story began.
When I mentioned her to my friend Ali, I said she (May) was a 40-year-old woman with experience working in publishing and television. She was a writer, and I didn't know her figure, measurements, weight, or appearance.
I only knew she had a captivatingly magnetic voice, like a radio host on a weekday afternoon—clear, articulate, and gentle.
Starting with writing > literature > copywriting, then novels > authors > television anchors, she not only knew them all like the back of her hand, but even casually sent me several business copy she had written.
To use a popular phrase these days: ... The netizens were all stunned...
At the time, I (Ah-Jun, Zhang X-Jun, 35 years old, married with a son and a daughter) was just a low-level manager laid off from an electronics factory. While unemployed, I wanted to try selling cosmetics online, and unexpectedly, I met someone who was a master of copywriting.
A week later, I finally asked her to provide some catchy copy for my products.
On MSN (one of Microsoft's communication products back then):
May: Sure! But you have to send me a sample of the product first! It has to be safe, right?
Jun: OK! Of course it's safe! There's a cosmetics factory complex in Yanchao, Kaohsiung. If you come to southern Taiwan sometime, I can take you there. Your address
is: Songlong Road, Taipei City...
At the time, Y Auction was booming, and there weren't many difficulties. I made a small profit in two months and was preparing to import more products. It was also time to meet this 40-year-old woman.
May, I live at the Fu Hua Cultural and Educational Center. I'll visit some clients during the day and then we can have dinner together in the evening. You decide the location.
After arriving in Taipei, I left her a message as soon as I got off the plane.
Okay! I'll find a restaurant.
I wonder if Sanchong and Beitou are that far apart? It was my first time taking the MRT, and I was feeling dizzy.
Finally, it was time to meet in the evening.
6:45 PM I waited on the sofa at the door. A woman in a floral dress with long, flowing hair slowly walked over. When she got closer, I couldn't help but gasp: she looked 90% like that Yan XX from Power Station! I thought to myself, God is fair; a nice voice doesn't always mean a pretty face. Just as I was about to ask her, thankfully she had already waved to the crowd in another direction and walked away.
Haha, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of Power Station, I almost laughed out loud!
Just as I was about to call May to ask if she had arrived, a familiar voice said from behind: "No need to call!" Clark,
a tall, slightly plump woman, looked at me with a smile.
Upon hearing that captivating voice, I turned around and said, "Scarlett O'Hara, hello! Nice to meet you! Please take care of me
!" "Okay, okay! Don't be so formal! Let's find a place to eat first," she said with a beaming smile.
Looking at this elegant woman before me, I thought to myself: Heaven is truly unfair, giving her such a beautiful voice and such refined manners... Just now, that Power Station?
Wearing a business suit, she had shoulder-length hair, resembling an official from the Ministry of Economic Affairs (Li Xizhu) on television.
During the meal, we discussed product formulas, copywriting, and each other's backgrounds. The products mainly used the latest Swiss formula, with extracts from four different ingredients—walnut, apple, immortelle, and rose—as their main functions: moisturizing, repairing, anti-aging, and brightening...
She always smiled and looked directly at you while listening to you, like a teacher encouraging elementary school students to express their opinions. Sometimes I even seemed a little embarrassed (some of the words were just empty advertising).
She spoke softly and slowly, but her words were so pertinent they were hard to resist…
We
chatted in the Western restaurant until almost 10 pm, then said goodbye with a touch of reluctance…
I was deeply attracted by her generous conversation and literary talent. And of course, there was her tall, voluptuous, fair-skinned figure… At 168cm, with heels, she was almost taller than me—that was quite a challenge.
She had been divorced for three years and had a daughter in sixth grade. (PS: I'm not divorced and have a son and a daughter in fourth and first grade respectively.)
As soon as she got home, she sent me a text: "Home! Don't worry. How was our first meeting? You weren't disappointed, were you?
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to treat you to dinner! I hope I didn't disappoint you either." I replied politely,
but what I was really thinking was, "Did her foot accidentally touch mine during dinner...?" Haha.
She later said, "After our first meeting, I realized you're such a reserved man, not at all like the outgoing and fun characters in online chats. You didn't even react when I deliberately tickled you with my foot?"
That was our first meeting.
Soon after, we met a second and third time, on Mondays and Thursdays of the following weeks. I always came up with some ridiculous excuses, like the product was lost in the mail? Apologies to a customer? Taking a returned product back?
She always looked at me with a smile, saying these reasons that even she couldn't believe. Then we'd have dinner, take a walk, and she'd see me off to catch the last flight back to the south.
Just as I was preparing for my fourth trip north (on Sunday), she texted me: "Don't come looking for me like this anymore. Otherwise... it's getting out of control!"
Of course, I understood what she meant.
I replied: "Shall we have lunch together from 11 am to noon?
" We lingered
at a Japanese restaurant in Miramar. After the meal, she remained as elegant as ever, sipping her barley tea.
I said, "Clark, if you keep going like this, not only will you struggle to promote new products, but you'll also have problems with your job." She said a little angrily, "
I don't know what to say for a moment." An awkward silence ensued
. "You said, 'You come to Taipei four times a week, and you don't even have to do your job?'" She tapped the back of my hand with her finger, looking at me. "
I just miss you~," I whispered, making sure she heard me. A few seconds of silence followed. "Sigh~ Me too," she whispered back. That was undoubtedly the best news I could hear. The joy in my heart exploded like a bomb. If we weren't still in the restaurant, I would have wanted to pull May into my arms and give her a good squeeze. My happiness was impossible to hide on my face. " Haha, thank goodness you're like this too, otherwise I would have been so embarrassed." I held her hand and smiled, " Still smiling? What about your job? What about your family?" She pulled her hand away from mine. I wonder if men who have affairs all still have some kind of guilt? But to be honest, I didn't feel any guilt at the time. When lust takes over, you really lose your rationality. Looking at such a charming woman across from me was probably an experience I'd never had before in my life. All I wanted to do was leave the restaurant quickly and get to a nearby motel to take care of things. " I'll take you to the airport," May said, as if she had made up her mind.

I responded with a vague "hmm," but my eyes remained fixed on her.
Once in her car, she turned to me: "What time is your flight...?" I had already embraced her and kissed her. At first, she hesitated briefly, but then we were both lost in a blissful, dreamlike state.
When we parted, we were both drenched in sweat (the car hadn't even had the air conditioning on, and 30 minutes had already passed). One hand was inside her silk blouse, still holding her breast, reluctant to let go, especially with her hazy eyes and the sweat glistening on her skin.
"There's a motel nearby..." she whispered.
It was undoubtedly the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I greedily buried my face in her soft breasts, sucking and nibbling fiercely. She held my head in her hands, rubbing and moaning: "Oh~ Clark~ Bite a little lighter..."
As I tried to lift her from the driver's seat, she pushed me away
and said leisurely: "I already said I'd give it to you, why are you in such a hurry?" Holding my already engorged and hard penis through my pants, she whispered in my ear: "Wait, let me serve you properly..."
I took a deep breath and said: "I'll drive, you give me directions .
" Actually, it's a motel less than three minutes away from Miramar, and there are still rooms available in the afternoon.
Upon entering, there wasn't much foreplay. While sucking on her breasts, I quickly took off my clothes, whispering in her ear: "I'll help you take them off..."

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