A romantic encounter in Jiuzhaigou—that's life!

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In September 2006, the company organized a trip to Jiuzhaigou, which was quite luxurious; we stayed at Jiuzhaigou Paradise. The first day involved exploring the primeval forest, which I won't go into detail about
. On the morning of the second day, we went to Changhai Lake. Since I had been there before, my enthusiasm wasn't great; I mainly accompanied my colleagues and helped them take photos. Those who have been to Changhai know it's a viewing platform, incredibly crowded, and you have to fight for a spot to take pictures … A few colleagues lined up to lean against the railing and smile. I opened my camera, adjusted the aperture and shutter speed, and to save time, I metered on the strangers in the area I wanted to photograph. This time, my luck was on; a pretty woman fell into my lens. After taking the picture for my colleagues, I looked at it myself. The woman was nice, probably around 27 or 28, a 10 out of 10. I 'd probably give her a 5, but her charm deserves a full 10. Just that fleeting glimpse in the frame, and my heart felt stolen. -- But my heart is easily stolen. Judging from her clothes, I figured she wasn't a tourist from Shanghai. Shanghai women, young and old, all dress quite well. Kudos to Shanghai women! I started looking for her in the crowd, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I missed my chance to strike up a conversation, feeling a little annoyed but also a little relieved. I used to be very good at striking up conversations with strange women; I even met my wife through my own efforts. Because of this, my wife keeps a close eye on me, including my money and time. I'm happy to have someone keep an eye on me, to end my carefree lifestyle . After I got married, chasing women became a burden. I'm naturally inclined to be a womanizer, but once I started, I had to find ways to save up a secret stash and make up excuses to take time off. In the end, it was just a fleeting encounter, nothing truly meaningful. However , this woman made me want to return to the game. If we hadn't met again, there would be no story. We met again in Nuorilang—the place name has the character "日" (sun) in it; could it be fate? Here, we'll use "y" to represent her . Y was with several dinosaurs, old and young, and she stood out even more. Having rehearsed my lines, I went up to her... "Hello," she looked at me with surprise, as did the dinosaurs. I continued, a little nervous—I mentioned earlier that I'm good at striking up conversations, but I still get nervous every time... "Look, I accidentally took a picture of you when I was metering the light, but it turned out really well, so I didn't want to delete it..." She looked at my camera, her face slightly red, and said, "It is pretty good." The dinosaurs gathered around to look. "Give me your email address, I'll send it to you later." My photography skills aren't great for the mountains, but they're definitely better than those girls'. I had already expected Y wouldn't let me delete it on the spot; this would be the most beautiful photo of her from the trip . t6 g6 d$ o% f( j# z; r y was very straightforward. She said, "Okay, give me your phone number, I'll text you the address." -- Wow, that was easy! I gave her my phone number, she wrote it down, and the dinosaurs next to me were laughing ambiguously, seemingly good at memorizing too. Making small talk, I asked them where they were from, and they said, "Shaoxing. Just then, one of my stupid colleagues called me, so I had to leave. I thought Shaoxing wasn't far, and I had a phone number, so there would be plenty of opportunities later." But I forgot to ask y to dial my number, something I later regretted. 6 s$ u- 4 i/ }; g- n }# q0 p/ t& _8 k1 Based on past experience, DJ believes that if a woman asks for your phone number, she'll contact you soon. So, I didn't ask for her number or ask her to call me. In the local parlance, that's a bit idiotic—under the envious, excited, and fantasizing gazes of the "dinosaurs" (a derogatory term for women), I nonchalantly turned and left. You have to play the long game; if I hastily got her number, I'd be itching to call, but what would I say? So, I usually just leave a phone number and go—everything's under control! But then, the unexpected happened: Y didn't call me . I spent the night alone in the double room at Jiuzhaigou Paradise Hotel. No phone call—what a waste of such a good environment! I'm a little annoyed with myself for being so foolish. But then I thought, it's okay. I'm going back to Chengdu tomorrow. I have a meeting there, so I'll be staying two days longer than my colleagues. Y will definitely be going back to Chengdu too, so there's still time. We can have some hot pot, go to a teahouse, and stroll along Chunxi Road—there are tons of beautiful women there! Y, don't be shy. Beautiful women aren't worth much in Chengdu. Just give in to me tonight, haha. Unfortunately , I didn't receive a call from Y during my days in Chengdu. I wondered if she had the wrong number? Was she still being reserved? Had she completely forgotten me? I considered all the possibilities. Feeling lonely and depressed in a foreign land, I stayed at the Sheraton in Chengdu. It wouldn't have been bad to be with a woman, what a waste! Back in Shanghai, no phone call either . A month passed quickly, and I completely forgot about it. Just when I had forgotten, the phone rang.

A timid voice came through the phone, greeting me and asking if I remembered her, the woman from Jiuzhaigou, and if I still had the photo, as she wanted to see it. The woman's voice was very pleasant, her Mandarin with a Shaoxing accent, the kind of shyness a woman from a small town possesses. I forced myself to finish the first call with her—once a woman starts dating you, the rest is pretty much a done deal. Yesterday, Y called, her timid voice was pitiful. I deliberately held the phone closer to my mouth, speaking slowly—my voice is deep and magnetic, praised by many women. It seems women are more attuned to a man's voice; perhaps a soft whisper is the key to unlocking the floodgates. Y, besides wanting the photo, didn't know what else to say, but didn't seem inclined to end the call. Her heart was probably pounding. I quite like this feeling; the most enjoyable stage of picking up girls is when the window is just about to be opened
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I left my email address, then remembered the photo was still on my camera. I imported it to my computer, adjusted the contrast and color, and wondered: Why did she contact me after so long? It couldn't be that she forgot; then she must have hesitated. If she hesitated, then she must have guessed my intentions, struggled with the decision, and finally decided to embark on some emotional adventure. Such hesitation suggests she's probably already married. --I like to guess what women are thinking. A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; guessing it correctly is very interesting and makes the next step more precise and effective. % x. ^1 l f0 x! p /
h ; \& k6 y; a( o d0 q# qy is a civil servant in Shaoxing City. He couldn't access the internet at work (later he could, I don't know why), so we initially communicated via email. / f- w4 g- y7 e7 x ]! u2 i7 y! j# p; i`9 yg* Through frequent email exchanges, I gradually learned some things about her: her family was quite well-off; her father was the director of a key local department, and her two older sisters and their husbands were also influential figures in the area. (From this, I began to suspect that her actual age was more than 27 or 28, but I never asked her age, and she never mentioned it herself, so I became even more suspicious that she was actually quite familiar with me, haha.) She commuted to work in a Mazda 6, and her husband (indeed) was also a civil servant . Q, please don't dox me. This is roughly the situation, but I've changed the details. Later, it was the same old routine: she sent me proud photos, and I showered her with compliments, which pleased her greatly. She kept sending me photos, and I got tired of them. They were all photos of her dressed, and that's all I care about! But there was one that was really nice: she was wearing a white tank top and shorts, barefoot, sitting cross-legged on a bench eating an apple. She was well-proportioned, smiling sweetly. The most eye-catching thing was her adorable toes, white with a hint of pink, like tender ginger or water chestnuts from Taihu Lake, so small and delicate that you could easily hold them in your hand. I could use them to rub my penis, or hold them in my hand and play with them, then gently lift them onto my shoulder. What a beautiful sight that would be! Y gave me all her phone numbers—two cell phones and one office phone. I started calling her office occasionally, partly to use my magnetic voice, and partly to slowly tease her with words. People in the office say there's a trick to these calls: because of the restraint, she can only be vague and ambiguous. When I get to the point, she can only respond but not reply, like cooking soup with a lid on, or covering her mouth during sex to prevent her from making a sound. There's a certain merit to this analogy. Y could leave work at 5 pm, but gradually, she always stayed until 6 pm, just to have a chance to talk to me alone. When she's satisfied, she'll make a sound; women's self-control can be quite poor sometimes. So, she waits for my calls every day—the fish must be taking the bait, right? But the content of the calls is mostly just wanting to hug her, wanting to kiss her, and I've even complimented her on her beautiful feet. I genuinely like women with beautiful feet. We're getting closer, and she sent me a photo of herself in her notebook. She looks surprisingly fierce; I never noticed before—I have pretty good eyesight in this area. I didn't notice in Jiuzhaigou, and I didn't notice in that tank top photo either. Did she get breast augmentation specifically for me? Use your boundless imaginations; the answer will be given later . Besides her prominent breasts, her figure was also impeccable—a slim waist and full hips. My office has a private bathroom, so I took a break and mentally filmed a movie starring her and me. I felt she was getting into it and decided to take it a step further… Once, on the phone, we started with some basic sweet talk. My mind was filled with images of her big breasts and her tender little feet. I said I was teasing her, but I was already hard. When we got to the point of being affectionate, I said, "I really want to be inside you, I really want to love you properly." Generally, a more seductive woman would immediately cooperate and we could have a phone sex session; a more reserved woman would be shy and say you're a bad guy. But her reaction was very strong and intense… She suddenly turned pale and said, "What kind of person do you take me for?!" and slammed the phone down. I was a little dazed. I'd never experienced anything like this before. She showed me her notes, said " I love you" and "I love you," kissed and hugged me on the phone, and wouldn't leave work until she heard from me. So, isn't it normal for me to want to be with her now? Brothers, tell me, is this normal? When I came to my senses, I was furious. What made me even angrier was that she sent me a text saying, "Don't call me again!" Wrong! I've run into a slut. She's not a naive young girl anymore. This isn't how you act. Are you playing with my feelings? I wanted to call her and tease her, but then I thought better of it. A man should be magnanimous. I just wanted to sleep with her; there's no need to lose my temper if I can't . Delete all photos, emails, text messages, and phone calls. Keeping them is a recipe for disaster. You might end up with trouble before you even get what you want. Delete them all, and you're done. Never touch Western women again; they're too unconventional. Two weeks later, on my way home from work, Y called and asked how I was doing. I said I was fine—my tone was neither excited nor indifferent; she probably couldn't tell I still harbored some resentment. She said, "I really want to see you..." I knew the real drama was about to begin . For the next two weeks, she hinted or explicitly asked to see me, but I always declined. I wanted to add fuel to the fire and get this pot of water boiling hot; besides, I was really busy with work at that time, and it was impossible to skip work. Asking for leave from home on the weekend required careful planning to avoid any slip-ups—cheating was delicious, but exhausting, especially with such a clever wife.

I figured the water was boiling by now, and it wouldn't be fun if it boiled dry. I didn't dare ask her to meet me in Shanghai, even though there are so many people there, I might run into her. Asking her in Shaoxing was even worse, it's a small place and I can't get around there, besides, her family has a lot of connections. # d2 m* m; [- }- e7 p
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Take a midpoint, Hangzhou.
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I booked a lake-view room in Liuzhuang. I've stayed there a few times before on public funds, the environment is impeccable. I even met Comrade Li Pengniao. The key point is that in December 2006, I started making a lot of money in the stock market, and I was very financially secure. If it were today, and a girl wanted to have an affair with me, don't blame me, blame the country. One Friday in December, after work, I went to the South Station and took the fastest train to Hangzhou. I didn't drive because I was afraid of revealing my license plate. It's our first meeting, so being careful is never wrong. She didn't drive either; I guess we all feel the same way. I understand.] She arrived an hour earlier than me and was waiting for me at the East Station. She

kept texting me to ask where I was. I really wanted to tease her, asking if she was too wet and wanted to go to a hotel to change her underwear, but I didn't dare to be presumptuous. I knew her temper before. Although this date was clearly going to be a physical battle, I shouldn't be too direct. Maybe she preferred the more subtle approach. For my brother's happiness, I couldn't rush things. To be honest, I wasn't in a hurry at all on the train. The night was long, and I couldn't get into the mood too early. I read two newspapers and chatted with a girl who was going back to Hangzhou. Then the train arrived at the station.
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After parting ways in Jiuzhaigou, the internet and phone calls made us almost lovers, but when we finally met, it felt both strange and familiar, a wonderful feeling that words cannot describe... I also greeted her with a bright smile and walked towards her. -- In my eyes, she was even more charming than in the photos. She had a new perm, her hair was tied in a ponytail, her large, shy eyes and playful mouth perfectly embodying the elegance of a woman from Jiangnan; she wore a purple, tight-fitting turtleneck sweater, a black velvet Chinese-style vest, black jeans, and tall, high-heeled leather boots, looking both heroic and radiant. 7 d @- d3 I

walked over and forcefully wrapped my arms around her waist, as if we were already a couple—her waist was slender and supple. I raised my gun in salute, and softly asked, "Shall we go to the hotel to check in first?"

She gently hummed in agreement, burying her head in my chest. I estimated she was about 1.63 meters tall, but her long legs made her appear even taller

. The car, carrying the two lovers, drove through the bustling city center of Hangzhou, a vibrant tapestry of lights and throngs of pedestrians. Occasionally, it passed hotels or residences, where countless tales like ours were beginning or ending. No matter how glorious or mundane a life, it cannot escape the word "love." To do joyful things with your lover, don't ask whether it's a blessing or a curse
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car drove from Nanshan Road to Yanggong Causeway (or something like that), then suddenly turned into a small alley. There was a stone tablet for the West Lake State Guesthouse, and then armed police with gleaming bayonets saluted you. Heh, even if you mistake someone's wife, there are armed police on guard. What kind of life is it if you don't experience this? After getting the room key, we went to the restaurant for dinner. Two delicious side dishes, a hot pot, and a bottle of Gu Yue Long Shan liquor… Y seems to have a good tolerance for alcohol; she insisted on drinking, and it seems she really enjoyed it. The rising steam from the hot pot separated us from each other. Watching her laugh and talk through the misty air, I thought… Actually, Y is my type tonight, haha, or maybe I'm her type... After a few drinks, warmed up, she took off her vest, revealing a wool sweater wrapped around her graceful figure. -- I know you're fierce, but I can't hear what you're saying anymore; I'm only thinking about the scene of Yun Teng and Yu Wei. After dinner, we went for a walk. Staying in Liuzhuang and not taking a walk would be a waste, wouldn't it? We walked hand in hand by the lake. There was a breeze that night, and ripples spread across the lake, gently lapping against the shore; the moonlight was bright, scattering across the earth, the trees were draped in silver, and the waves surged with gold. I picked her up and spun her around on the grass. She giggled, her breasts pressed against my chest. I suddenly put her down and said, "Ouch, I ca

n't take it anymore!" She asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" I said, "Something's really hard, I'm afraid you'll break it." She laughed and called me a pervert, then tried to hit me. I grabbed her hand, pulled her into my arms, and said, "Let's go back." She nodded, looking at me tenderly, and said clearly, "Okay." We went into the room. There was a large, snow-white bed, big enough for any position. Above the bed was a golden inscription. Damn, it was "Remembering the Battle of Red Cliffs." It seemed I was going to be completely overwhelmed by her charm today. Y frowned and said, "There's only one bed. How are two people going to sleep?" I was speechless. I thought this woman was going to pull this trick again. I was a little annoyed. Y smiled and pressed herself against me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and initiated a kiss,
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direct French kiss, tongue-twisting, biting her lips, her lower body pressed against mine, slightly twisting, perhaps testing my erection? To be honest, I don't really like women being so proactive, but I couldn't back down. My hands began to roam, one hand caressing her waist and buttocks, the other touching her neck, pinching her earlobe. The hotter and wetter the kiss, the more my lower body ached; my penis was throbbing painfully. One hand slipped inside from behind, caressing her jade-like skin, the ridge on her back guiding my hand downwards. Her waistband was too tight, only reaching the beginning of her buttocks, not enough, so I moved upwards. Her bra had no clasp at the back, what a frustrating thing! Feeling awkward, I had no choice but to reluctantly move my little brother away from the woman's body, lean forward slightly, and slip my hand inside from the front, trying to open the buttons. But I was too impatient and couldn't get them open after a few tries. YY pushed me away, laughed, and said, "I'll take a shower first. I'm definitely going to have a water fight." Unfortunately, my boss called just then to discuss work with me. I composed myself and continued talking to my boss on the phone, mentally cursing his mother several times over. I kept rambling on and on. YY came out wrapped in a bath towel. He hadn't finished talking yet. I couldn't wait any longer, so I gave YY a wink, grabbed my phone, and went into the bathroom, taking off my clothes as I talked to save time and reminding him that my phone was about to die. I stripped naked, turned off my phone, pretended it was dead, and ignored it. I quickly washed myself, paying
special attention to my penis and anus, and carefully washed my toes too—just in case she has a strong preference, understand? Then I brushed my teeth. Here I come!!!

YY was definitely prepared; she had even changed into a short-sleeved silk lingerie. The bedside lamp was dimmed to a yellowish hue, and her jade-like body lay sprawled on the snow-white bed. The soft yellow light fell gently on her shoulders, making her look like a melting ice cream. I leaned in and kissed her forehead. Our eyes met, desire entwined, love overflowing... I shifted my gaze downwards. Even silk couldn't compare to the smoothness of YY's skin. The silk casually rippled at her chest, revealing her alluring cleavage. I buried my face in it, breathing deeply... A sigh escaped her lips, trembling slightly, causing her breasts beneath the silk to quiver. I lightly touched them with my fingers; her nipples were already erect, like budding buds. Were those jade rabbits nervous or yearning? They awaited my downpour. Heh, but I wouldn't. Warfare is based on deception. I swept her hair up, scattering it across the white pillow, and cupped her pretty face in my hands, kissing only her eyelids. She shyly closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted, trying to even her breathing. I knew very well that now was the time to enter

. But it wasn't the best time. Y was too eager. I could give her more. I gently bit her earlobe, breathing heavily in her ear. Her legs began to twist, her hands tightening around my back, trying to press closer to me, then she let go and lay down, helplessly grabbing the sheets. I whispered in her ear, "Can I take you properly tonight?" She nodded rapidly. I lowered myself, lifted her legs, and spread them apart, revealing her private parts. There was very little hair, and it lay softly against her skin. She was probably a good-natured woman. Her vulva was even... It was pink, even the butterfly wings were pink, with no pigment sediment. Perhaps her husband was being very careful. She hurriedly covered it with her hand, not wanting me to see. I begged her, saying such a fine piece was rare, how could I not savor it? It truly was top-grade; the jade crevice was tight, yet the jade dew still seeped out, crystal clear, sliding towards her chrysanthemum. I couldn't bear to let it go to waste, so I licked it. Slightly salty, a faint, uniquely feminine fishy taste. Stimulated by this, she clamped her legs together, trapping my head, then, perhaps feeling it was indecent, loosened them... s: g9 r! ]. j/ k2 v& l
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But she was too shy to open her eyes too wide. What an interesting woman. When I looked at her, she covered her eyes with her arm and bit her lip lightly. Her shyness was unlike that of a married woman. I said, "Your juice is so delicious. Let me slowly eat you." She didn't say anything and bit her lip even tighter. I said, "Wait a minute." I took out my phone from my pants on the sofa. Hehe, not to take pictures, but to put on an album called "Pipa Language." Then I went back to bed. With music, she could relax a bit. I still went to touch her vulva. I parted her tightly closed lips a little, and some water gushed out. It turned out that she was already overflowing. I stopped teasing her and went between her legs to vigorously lick her vulva. My hot tongue licked upwards from her perineum, across the deep groove, and also across her clitoris. After a few strokes, her clitoris burst out. I pressed the tip of my tongue against it
! h! m4 ~$ k0 z0 q o& Her body trembled rhythmically, and she started humming softly, accompanied by light music, like heavenly music .
It was time for me to enjoy myself. I climbed off the bed, pulled her down with me, and gently pressed her down. She obediently started eating my sausage. I must say, her skills were superb. Women are so contradictory. Her shyness was definitely not faked, but her skills were so outstanding. Was it trained by her husband? But the color looked like it was often left unused. Unable to fathom it, I just focused on the pleasure of the moment. Thinking of her husband, I wickedly hoped he would call right now. I felt like I had a TF, so she could talk to her husband while I was stroking her. Unfortunately, things didn't go that way. My penis was already swollen and purple, shining brightly. I just wanted to get to that fairy cave. I carried her back to the bed, made her kneel down, lower her body, and raise her buttocks, exposing both her vulvas. I licked her wet vulva again, making her sway her hips to endure it. I got excited and didn't care about anything else, so I licked her anus

. Stimulated, she cried out softly, unable to kneel any longer, and fell sideways onto the bed. I helped her back into the previous position, and entered her. She tilted her head back and inhaled, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. In truth, I had been in the same state as her. When I entered her, I only inserted the glans, and a gush of oil immediately overflowed. Her little mouth quickly enveloped my glans. I pulled out, and the butterfly wings revealed an even more tender flesh color inside. I pulled away slightly, and hurriedly pulled out two reluctant, sticky strands. This was repeated repeatedly. The music couldn't drown out the gurgling sounds, like a kitten licking its lip. Eating porridge (I don't know which book I saw this metaphor in, but I really like it), like an old ox stepping into spring mud, she started reaching back, the signal was obvious, she lowered her body, letting me enter her from behind, the hem of her silk skirt half-covered our point of union, struggling to slide back with each thrust, gradually revealing her entire snow-white buttocks, like a cute plump pear; when the hem of her skirt trembled down to her waist, there was nothing to protect her for a moment, it suddenly piled up on her shoulders, revealing her slender back, the spine was very beautiful; the swaying of her breasts was also clearly visible. I held her slender, soft waist with both hands, my thumbs barely an inch apart
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contrast between my rough, large hands and her alabaster skin was striking. I couldn't resist starting to caress her with one hand, sliding it to the side and grasping one of her breasts, the feeling of fullness seemingly overflowing from my fingers. My other hand remained on her waist: during light touches, I prevented her from going too far back; during rapid thrusts, I added a boost to my own advance. Under my multi-pronged attack, she began to moan, a soft, melodious groan during light touches, and
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loud, urgent, and satisfied cry during rapid thrusts. As I gradually pushed her towards the peak, she probably needed a point of leverage; sometimes she gripped the sheets tightly, sometimes she reached back with one hand to grab my arm that was supporting her waist, holding it tightly until her knuckles turned white. Waves of pleasure surged up, coming
from her eyes, her hands, and the places where our skin touched. The enemy was overwhelming, surrounding my army tightly, no matter how I charged left or right, I couldn't break through; the enemy general was cunning, using fire to burn and then flooding, the elite troops couldn't withstand it, several times trying to break out, but I firmly pulled them back each time . I turned my head away, unable to bear watching the battle any longer. But the brass plaque on the bedside table, the lit lamp, and the television screen all reflected the two bodies locked in combat. The woman's cries grew louder and louder. I estimated I couldn't last another thirty rounds. Afraid of disappointing her, I said in a greeting tone, "You're so alluring, I can't hold on much longer..." Unexpectedly, Y was very considerate. She said, "You don't have to hold back. As long as you're happy. " These words made me even more tender towards this snow-white, curled-up, petite woman. Although we were actually strangers, I decided to make love to her properly tonight... I withdrew from her body temporarily, got out of bed, and wanted to give my "fighting force" a little rest. I also wanted to play a little trick to add some spice... Y was a little surprised by my sudden departure, but unexpectedly, I went to the window, pulled back the curtains, and pushed open the window halfway.

The room was on the third floor. It wasn't time to sleep yet. A cold wind swept in from West Lake, mixed with the conversations of guests taking a night stroll. The erect penis felt a chill first, becoming much more alert, but its hard posture remained unchanged. When I glanced at it, it was still coated with a layer of love fluid. The moonlight shone down, and the angry, bulging veins were shadowed, making it look exceptionally majestic and cold. I
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back and grinned mischievously at her. Her pretty face was flushed, and she hurriedly pulled the corner of the blanket to cover herself, saying, "What are you doing? People will see!" I walked towards her and said, "They probably won't see, but you screamed so loudly, they'll definitely hear you. If they see you in the hallway tomorrow morning, they'll be jealous that such a beautiful woman was made to scream by me."
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playfully punched me, but I pulled off the blanket, grabbed one of her ankles, hoisted it onto my shoulder, and thrust in again. The guy had caught a chill earlier, but back in the soft, damp place,
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was full of energy and started grinding again. Y was indeed afraid that her cries would be heard by passersby, so she suppressed her voice and dared not make a sound. I caught my breath once

, and this time I was even more vigorous and forceful. Y whimpered slightly, calling me "husband" in a muffled voice, saying that she loved me. I ignored her, closed my eyes and only focused on giving, my soul seemed to float out of my body, acting as an observer, staring at the two fleshly bodies.
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at that moment, I thought I still loved my wife, I confirmed it several times; what kind of image did this confused woman present at home and at work? Our lives were originally two parallel lines with no connection, but at this moment they intersected. Was it the devil's temptation, or God's gift? Our bodies were still frantically entangled, while our souls laughed on the sidelines. Do we really belong to ourselves? Or are we just someone else's host? Y finally couldn't suppress herself and cried out without any regard for anything else, which pulled my soul back to my body. There was silence outside the window. I didn't know if the people who had been talking earlier had gone far away or were eavesdropping. Anyway, I didn't care. A little further away, the West Lake water gently lapped against the stone bank, and several streams surged into the stone cave with a gurgling sound. My body began to stiffen, and my little head gradually became uncontrollable. I simply lifted Y's other leg and pressed her forward, making her buttocks leave the mattress to meet my final sprint. I squatted down, placed my hands on Y's knees, and

pressed my thighs against her body until my breasts were flattened. Y's entrance was a mess, like a riverbank after a flood, with thatch lying haphazardly on both sides, covered in mud. I admired my masterpiece, a scene of indescribable lewdness. After a brief pause, the boat steadily entered the river, reaching the deepest point with each thrust.
Y 's jade gate began to contract rhythmically, wave after wave. My mind went blank. Deeper , deeper... even
deeper... I ejaculated all my lust into it. That night, after two rounds of intercourse, I was exhausted. I leaned against the bed, smoking a cigarette, while Y nestled in my arms, quietly texting. Y's hair was permed, a bit stiff—unlike my wife's soft hair—and prickly, making my bare chest feel a little uncomfortable. After a couple of texts , I casually asked her who she was texting with. She showed me her phone; the screen read, "Don't worry, I'll be home after a couple more rounds. You should go to sleep too." I looked at her, and she playfully stuck out her tongue, saying with a hint of resentment, "This guy, he's out having fun even though his wife's gone." Hearing this , my heart skipped a beat . I put down my cigarette and went back to playing with Y's breasts. Y pressed close to me, rubbing her face affectionately against my neck. Suddenly, she bit my shoulder hard, pushed me away, and jumped out of bed like a whirlwind. She asked if I wanted some water. I felt a sharp pain, and my somewhat aroused penis subsided. I then felt a slight throbbing pain down there, but I decided against it. There was no need to force myself to be a young man. I turned off the lights and went to sleep, sleeping soundly through the night. The next morning, Y washed up first, changed her clothes, and carefully put the pearly silk underwear into her purse. She said it still smelled of us and she wouldn't wash it when she got back, just to keep it as a memento. Seeing her sincerity, I felt secretly ashamed. Women are more sentimental, unlike me. After yesterday's affair, I immediately missed home, wishing I could rush back to Shanghai from Hangzhou—only then could I sleep soundly in my own bed. At breakfast, we chatted and laughed . I teased her about yesterday's behavior. She blushed and tried to spit at me, but when our eyes met, a warm current surged within me. We exchanged glances, and there was a mutual understanding. We hurried back to our room, where another playful argument ensued . After finishing our business, with plenty of time before check-out, Y and I strolled around Liuzhuang. Opposite to it was the Su Causeway, and the garden boasted towering ancient trees and lush green grass—a perfect spot for exploring West Lake. We walked for a while until we reached Dingjia Mountain. Though called a mountain, it was actually quite small. At the top was a small house, its door always locked, with a stone tablet beside it. I'd seen it before; I knew it was Mao Zedong's study, but who knew what he did there? I hadn't brought Y here without reason. This small hill was densely shaded, only birdsong could be heard, and few people ventured there.

I had Y lean against the wall of the small house, and kissed her gently, occasionally whispering sweet nothings. As Y's desire rekindled, I pulled one of her legs out of her boots and pants. Y resisted slightly but then yielded. I wrapped her white leg around my waist, and reached down to touch it. Her lace panties were already soaked. I took out my penis, used my fingers to pull open the edge of her panties, and slipped it inside.
Sunlight
filtered through the autumn leaves, falling on us. Even so, the December air was quite cold. Y's bare legs were covered in goosebumps. I felt sorry for her and quickened my pace, wanting to finish quickly
. The sounds of people on the Su
Causeway drifted from afar, while nearby, birdsong made the mountains seem even more secluded. I looked down at her; one leg was clad in a smart leather boot, the other bare and wrapped around her arm. She seemed worried that others might also be coming up the mountain to play. After a hundred or so thrusts, she couldn't hold back and quickly finished this outdoor encounter.
That
noon, we ate at Zhiweiguan. I especially loved their braised duck. Actually, I also liked Yanggong Temple stew, but its pungent smell wasn't suitable for the atmosphere after our lovemaking… Anyway, ordering a few dishes at Zhiweiguan was never disappointing… After lunch, we strolled east along Yanggong Causeway, hand in hand, exchanging only a few words along the way.

After several days of continuous sunshine, the withered yellow sycamore leaves on the ground were dried out by the sun. When the wind blew, the leaves scattered all over the ground made a harsh sound as they rubbed against each other. It was
n't
even three o'clock yet, and the sun was already turning white, hanging weakly in the distance. We each turned up our collars, unable to find anything to say. "The little bit of weariness after the passion," Old B wrote it so well. I said let
's
go home, and Y felt the same way. So we took a taxi to the train station, each jumped onto the earliest train, and went our separate ways
... After we
separated, the intimacy increased, and the mystery diminished. Y started calling me every day, but she was very disciplined and never called or texted me outside of workdays. I guess it was inconvenient for her too, which is another advantage of being a married woman. I sent flowers and other gifts to her office. The atmosphere in the office is a bit bad; these things on the desk clearly indicate a relationship. Her colleagues actually envied her when they saw them, which pleased Y. She mentioned several times on the phone what her colleagues said about another woman who was very close to her, and how she knew everything about us. I guess she probably knew about our performance in bed too. Women seem to talk about these kinds of things together. Y's colleague was mentioned more and more frequently, and I also learned her name and some information. Her name is Z, she's 27 years old, and she seems to have some kind of ambiguous relationship with a bureau chief. She's always been single
.
After listening to V, I felt that Y's infidelity was somewhat influenced by Z's behavior. Anyway, Z encouraged our clandestine relationship, advising Y to seize the opportunity and enjoy the passion. Gradually, I began to feel that Z was not only interested in my affair with Y, but also seemed curious about me—my intuition is very sharp, could it be...? I started to have the idea of wanting more after
getting
what I wanted. Once a seed is planted in your heart, it will definitely take root and sprout. In my connection with Y, there was another shadow, but at the time, I didn't realize it myself.

In the spring of 2007, I had an opportunity to go to Ningbo on a business trip. I informed Y, and she was very happy.
After
quickly finishing his business in Ningbo, he slipped away to Shaoxing in the afternoon and booked a double room at Xianheng Hotel.

We chose this hotel because its restaurant has delicious food, and we can order room service instead of going out to eat. We texted the room number to
y
, and seeing that we still had some time before getting off work, we decided to revisit Shen Family Garden.

[As a child, I was troubled by the love story of Lu You and Tang Wan, and even as an adult, I still find it hard to let go. Every time I visit this garden, I feel a sense of familiarity.
] This
time, I felt a different kind of emotion—could the talented scholars and beautiful women of yesteryear escape the shackles of morality and fully enjoy the spring scenery of Jiangnan? If not, how could their poems be so poignant and tender? In late spring, the wind is gentle, carrying the fragrance of flowers. I sit sideways on the balustrade of the corridor, enjoying a cigarette—actually, I smoke very little. Rather than for the thrill, I enjoy the feeling of the smoke swirling between my fingers, its ethereal dissipation inspiring contemplation. Before
I
knew it, the sun was setting. I checked the time and got up to return to the hotel. The moment I stood up, I thought of the large bed in the room, and a tightness ran through my groin, a tingling, itchy sensation

. It seems that transitioning from a state of contemplating life to the excitement of infidelity only requires pressing a switch button. Back on my floor, after turning the corner, Y was already waiting at the door, texting me on her phone.
What a mature young woman, dressed in a light pink suit, sheer stockings, and light pink stilettos; her dress had a V-neck, revealing a hint of her pink breasts; her newly cut short hair accentuated her bright eyes and white teeth .I familiarly put my arm around Y's waist and whispered in her ear that I missed her. She responded shyly, and the familiar scent of her perfume filled my nostrils. I was instantly captivated and kissed her lips. Y wore light makeup and a pearlescent lip gloss; she must have dressed up specifically for this date. I thought to myself, her husband must have been there while she was getting ready, a slightly wicked thought creeping in. The more I told myself I couldn't be unfaithful, the harder it was to resist the thrill of possessing a married woman.

y
pushed away my wolfish kiss and said, "Hurry up and go inside, someone will see us." I hurriedly opened the door, and as soon as I went in, I pressed y against the wall. y was also quickly ignited, and we became wet and warm. i7 h h6 b$ t) x- ] 3 c1 ~4 l) k- ko My long-awaited little brother immediately swelled up, pressing against y's abdomen,
feeling uncomfortably swollen. I reached into her skirt and found open-crotch stockings, and inside the silk panties, her labia were clearly visible. This touch made me even more eager. My fingers expertly slipped inside her pants, thinking that a blitzkrieg wouldn't be bad. But Y refused repeatedly, saying, " Not now." I asked why, my sweetheart, and she replied, "Someone else is coming soon..." I was taken aback. Someone else was coming? Could it be Z? It could only be Z. My mind raced, but I wasn't sure. Some other thoughts flashed through my mind: Was Y deliberately luring Z into this, using me as a gigolo? Or was I overthinking it, and Y was just showing her lover to her best friend? Or perhaps, she was having a stroke of luck, and there was a chance for a threesome? I pretended to know nothing and asked who it was. Y mysteriously said, "You'll find out soon enough." After a moment's thought, my impulsiveness subsided. I picked up the phone , called a restaurant, ordered a few dishes and a bottle of red wine, and considered the situation. I told Y, "You watch TV first, I'm going to take a shower..." I took a clean white shirt from my bag, and also grabbed my Armani perfume. Being presentable makes me more confident around women. Just as I finished showering, the doorbell rang. Y opened the door, and a woman's voice said, "Z is here." With my freshly dried hair, men's cologne, and open white shirt, I thought I looked somewhat sexy. I opened the door and saw Y and Z chatting on the sofa, feigning surprise. Two women stood up, their faces beautiful, and they looked at me with demure smiles. She was surprisingly about 168 cm tall, an anomaly among women from Jiangnan, yet still possessing the gentle grace of a Yue woman. She wore a light green floral dress, the waist perfectly tailored, highlighting her curves; the hem reached her knees, and she wore no stockings, her skin having a porcelain-like sheen. My friend introduced her, saying, "This is Z, the most beautiful woman in our department, my good friend." Pointing to my blushing face, she said, "I won't introduce him, you know him..." Z, however, was quite cheerful, saying, "Indeed, he's a handsome man! No wonder my sister is infatuated. I'm not exactly handsome, just average. Before me, amidst the peach blossoms and willows, their soft, gentle voices, they are a perfect match." The three of us sat facing each other, and for a moment it was a little awkward. I wasn't sure I could figure out the two women's bottom lines, yet I couldn't suppress my desire for the ultimate romantic encounter. My usually talkative mouth was suddenly at a loss for words... Just as things were getting a bit quieter, the waiter called to bring the food. A small table was pushed to the side of the bed and set up, with white tablecloths laid out for the dishes, red wine, and wine glasses. Then the young man politely excused himself, and the atmosphere immediately brightened. We sat down happily, and outside the window, the streetlights were just coming on. ?x2 q0 kx t6 ]6 zv! a- o6 v0 ^% iz first raised a glass to wish us a romantic future together, and I returned the toast, wishing the two ladies even more beauty. For a while, we exchanged toasts in different combinations and with various words, and the wine flowed freely. After a few glasses of red wine, my heart began to stir with spring fever. I was secretly pondering how to bring up the topic when, while I was worrying, z noisily asked me and y to drink a toast together. I laughed and said that we were already very close, so drinking a toast together would be child's play. y understood that my saying "we are very close" was a double entendre and spat at me, making z's words even more explicit. I stood up, and Y gracefully greeted me. I leaned down slightly , and we wrapped our arms around each other's necks, sharing a deep toast. I smelled Y's fragrance and felt my heart flutter. I thought of Y's open -crotch pantyhose, and then I thought that if I drank a toast like this with Z, given her height, it would probably be even more harmonious... Men are naturally attracted to beautiful women, and women shouldn't be surprised. Z cheered from the side, but also scolded us for being pretentious, showing off our affection to her. I let slip, "How about we share a toast too? " I immediately realized my mistake and quickly glanced at Y. — True gentlemanly behavior is about appreciating the new without abandoning the old; I didn't want to hurt Y's feelings… But then I thought it was better to say it and see Y's reaction. If she tried to match me with Z, then the two women were here for a threesome, trying to use me as a gigolo; if she was angry, then she might still have some genuine feelings for me, and Z would only be a dream. Y smiled and said to Z, "Give your sister some face, let this stinky man have a drink with you." Hearing this, I was filled with mixed emotions when a sharp pain shot through my leg. Y had secretly pinched me hard. I didn't dare make a sound, but I heard Y say coldly, "You two, aren't you going to drink?" Z probably understood Y's underlying meaning and said, "I'm not going to let him get away with this. You can drink more of the man you like; I'm not going to compete with you for him." I quickly changed the subject, feeling embarrassed... Now that my wishful thinking was shattered, my mind cleared up. Thinking about it, although Y and I had only had a brief fling, she was very attentive in bed, and we acted like lovers in private, giving me many wonderful moments. How could I possibly want to pursue someone else after just one meeting with Z? Although we never made any vows of eternal love, we exchanged many sweet words during our casual encounters. It's not like I usually do things this way... It's all because I read too many erotic books and dreamed of some kind of threesome. Now I've offended Y, and Z is laughing at my recklessness! After adjusting my mindset, I stopped provoking Z and became very attentive, giving seven-tenths of my attention to Y. Y was naturally very happy, a blush rising on each cheek, her eyes gentle and alluring, seemingly dripping with honey. I knew tonight would be filled with tenderness, and thinking of the view Y had specially prepared for me beneath her skirt, my heart began to flutter. As soon as Z left, I planned to throw Y onto the bed, lift up her skirt, and rub her nipples through her silk panties, seeing how she begged for mercy.

However, she was already wet once, and the smell was too strong. If I wanted to eat her, I would have to take off all my clothes and go to the bathroom to wash her clean. -- I wanted to peel off her layers and lick her clean, so I had no appetite for the food on the table. I lit a cigarette, held it in one hand, and put the other hand on my knee, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

Unexpectedly, my thigh moved casually, and my hand touched a soft, smooth, slightly cool skin. I knew it was Z's leg. My heart trembled, and I quickly pulled my hand away to peek at Z's expression. She seemed not to notice anything. Perhaps she didn't mind the touch? -- Actually, it was just an unintentional touch, but the pleasure brought by that smooth touch far surpassed the full-body kneading in the KTV.

I mustered my courage and moved my leg closer to where we had just met, probably only a few centimeters away. But it felt like a difficult space docking maneuver. I forced a calm expression, but my heart was pounding. When I moved to

my previous spot, I didn't touch her beautiful legs. I moved closer again, but still nothing. It seemed I was interested, but she wasn't! I really wanted to knock down a pair of chopsticks so I could learn from Ximen Qing's trick and, while picking them up, pinch her bound feet
. Thinking
of this, I secretly turned to look at those beautiful legs under the tablecloth. I saw one foot propped up at an angle, wearing a pair of green low-cut leather shoes with intricate, subtle cloud patterns, understated yet exquisite. Her fair toes were tucked into the shallow surface of the shoe, revealing a row of tender toe grooves; her other foot was tucked behind the first, half-exposed, the pink underside of her arch faintly visible.
In my humble opinion, of the three types of grooves in a woman, the toe groove is no less sexy than the breast cleavage and the buttock cleavage. % c( i& rc$ m4 x7 } v% c $ dt) k) 8 s3 u: i g- w Speaking of the toe groove, I have to add one more thing: the person who designed these low-cut women's shoes is a truly remarkable genius, and women who know how to wear these shoes are mostly quite alluring. However, there are more and more shoes like this on the street this year. I'm really afraid that they will become as ubiquitous as black stockings, eventually turning into a vulgar trend. Z's beautiful legs and feet made me lose my mind. The soup was almost gone and I was slightly tipsy . Z should leave first. She satisfied her curiosity about seeing me. I left behind feelings as tender as spring grass. At this thought, I was suddenly filled with sorrow. The beauty was still there, but the world had already gone. All I could do was frequently turn to steal glances at her exquisitely beautiful legs. I don't know what they were thinking, but they gradually fell silent, and the room became quiet again . I was glancing at Z 's swaying skirt, my attention momentarily diverted, when Y got up and said she was going to the restroom. Startled by her voice, I looked away from under the table and our eyes met—my sixth sense told me that rather than a chance encounter, her gaze had been waiting for me there all along. My heart raced, and the sound of the restroom door clicking shut around the corner sent a rush of blood to my head. This was my only chance to be alone with Z; if I was to say or do anything, this was the moment! But while my mind was filled with joy and excitement, adventure and hesitation were also battling fiercely . One voice told me to seize the opportunity; another said not to betray Y; yet another said I was no longer in a position to consider "betrayal or loyalty"; and a third calmly said to be careful, it might be a trap, two women are setting a test for you. My mind was in turmoil, leaving me speechless and blushing! As I hesitated, I tried to look away, but Z's gaze was fixed on me. Seeing my embarrassment, she spoke first, lowering her voice to ask, "Have you seen enough?" Her words instantly filled the room with a warm glow, and she herself blushed, quickly taking a sip of her wine, but it couldn't hide her smiling dimples . She had already noticed, and since she had brought it up, what was there to wait for? Was he waiting to be sentenced to three years on the mountain? Without further thought, I immediately slipped my hand under her skirt, softly replying, "How can I see enough? How can I touch enough?" Her face flushed even more, and she quickly used her hand to stop my still-rushing hand, scolding softly, "Take it out! You're so bold!" Even through the skirt, her hand gripping mine made my heart burn even hotter. I was unwilling to pull my hand away. Knowing that Shaoxing women were adept at playing hard to get, I tightened my grip, determined to conquer that high ground of desire . Seeing that it was difficult to go any further, I decided to retreat to advance. My hand slid down, past her knee, and smoothly lifted her calf, placing it on my thigh. I gently stroked it back and forth, reveling in the soft, smooth touch. Z no longer resisted, her eyes slightly closed, her nostrils flaring. That moment was extremely brief, but it felt like Z and I were immersed in it for a long time, until the sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom. Z quickly pulled her leg back. Z said, "Don't do that, it's not good if she sees. " I chuckled inwardly, wondering why she hadn't said that earlier. The bathroom tap was on, and I hurriedly grabbed Z's phone, dialed my number, and hung up. The bathroom door clicked open, and I barely managed to put the phone back. Z, with her back to Y, stuck out her tongue at me, smiled gently, and her blush faded. Y didn't sit down, but knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning on my shoulder. I touched her hand, turned around, and smiled at her. Seeing her short hair, so playful and cute, I felt a pang of guilt. Y asked, "Have you finished eating?" The implication was somewhat like a dismissal; the young woman probably wanted it.

I was afraid that Z might also sense this, so I tried to change the subject and said to Y, "Look how red her face is, maybe she's drunk. Let's make some tea." , r( _7 c, g6 j3 v8 r( {( y

w6 f) _; ^6 w1 ny looked at z and laughed, "Oh, you usually have such a good capacity for alcohol, why are you so red today?" I replied, my face is all red, I must be thinking about my husband... Under the table, my foot was stomped on hard by z -- one minute I was being pinched by y, the next I was being stomped on by z, the pain was on my body, but the sweetness was in my heart.
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door closed, I picked up Y and threw her onto the bed. I took off my shirt and jeans. Y lay on the bed, her eyes filled with lust, and said in a soft voice, "I want you..." I didn't have time to take off my panties. I pounced on the bed and pulled her skirt up. Her pink panties were at the crotch, serving as the last layer of cover. I rubbed her crotch through her panties, soaking the fabric. I was about to pull her panties aside when she pulled me up and made me stand on the floor by the bed. Y took the initiative to find my lips. After a wet kiss, she started kissing her way down, finally kneeling down and rubbing her cheek against my erection, breathing heavily

. I looked down at her and saw my white cotton underwear sticking up high. Her pretty face was pink, as if a fire was burning inside, and even her exposed breasts were red.

I reached out to touch her head, running my hand through her short hair, and touched her earlobe. Encouraged by the touch, she looked up at me with a smile. I couldn't help but flick her nose, which she had quite a pretty nose. She gave a soft hum and lowered her head to take my penis into her mouth through my underwear. She gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands. This young woman really had a wild heart. After a while, she pulled down my underwear, and my penis jumped out, hitting her face. While the thing was still swaying, she had already taken it into her mouth, making me feel like I was sinking into warm, soft mud—I once took a mud bath, and it felt pretty much the same! The young woman savored it for a while, then spat it out, smiled at me, and said, "Let me go wash up first." -- That's good. I like to wash the woman clean first, to remove any odor, so I can have my fill.
She
quickly took off her skirt, stockings, and clothes, leaving herself in only her breasts, and gracefully walked into the bathroom.
Her
breasts weren't small, but her back was very thin, with a beautiful cleavage. Near the lower end of the cleavage were two moles, which accentuated the whiteness of her skin; above the cleavage, the bra strap crossed just like a small white bridge... She swayed her hips as she walked in, making my heart flutter. I masturbated a couple of times, giving myself a little self-soothing.

After she finished washing for a while, I went in too. How could I miss the sight of a beautiful woman bathing? I slipped in, and hot water poured over my head. Y pulled me aside a little, avoiding the spray of water, and helped me apply shower gel and start washing. When I

washed down to three inches below my navel, Y held it in one hand and, using the lubrication of the shower gel, stroked it back and forth. Sometimes she would let go and gently play with the two oily gluten balls. After doing this several times, I was almost about to ejaculate. I quickly turned Y around so that her back was to me, making it impossible for her to do anything. I, however, put my hands around her breasts and pressed us close together. -- I put my flesh The banana turned to the side, pressing against her back, and we began to rub slowly together, the surfaces smooth and slippery. We groped each other, our hands also feeling the smoothness. Our rubbing grew faster and faster, the flames of desire rising higher and higher. I didn't care about touching anywhere else, but instead held her breasts with both hands, gently feeling their roundness, or deeply savoring their elasticity. She seemed to go limp, hooking her arms around my head, tilting her slender neck back for me to kiss her shoulder.
A
stumble, and we retreated into the curtain of water. The water splashed down, then broke into countless tiny droplets, indistinguishable from whose skin they bounced off, all dancing in the lamplight. "The moon shines on the flower forest, all like hailstones"—how similar is that? As the shower gel foam faded, I turned Y's body around and began to suckle her nipples. Some water trickled into my mouth along the curve of her nipples. I was already wildly excited, and I swallowed the water and continued to lick. Y

gasped as I did this, and suddenly lifted my head, biting my neck and holding on for a long time, her body pressed tightly against mine. She must have come once. I gave Y a long hug, what a woman needs most after
an orgasm, but my own desire hadn't subsided yet. My large member stubbornly remained between us. After a
while, Y recovered, and her little hands started groping again. I had her hold onto the glass, spread her legs slightly, and squatted down a little, thrusting in.
Perhaps
wanting to go deeper, Y stuck her buttocks up, pressing her face and chest against the glass. Unfortunately, I couldn't be there, otherwise I really wanted to admire her two squeezed breasts from outside the glass
. She
had been there once before, so I didn't need to take care of her again. I simply grabbed one of her legs, didn't say a word, and started fucking her hard.
Silence
surrounded me, broken only by the rushing water and the occasional loud splash. I dared not look down at her trembling buttocks, nor look up at the gushing water, thinking of how fleeting life is, and how my youth has become nothing more than memories of passionate encounters, leaving no trace. The

primal pleasure gradually rose like a tide, surging forth in the rage of thunder, crashing against the dam with wind and rain, and after several rounds, finally breached the dam
... We went back to bed and embraced each other .
She curled up as much as possible, like a baby in the womb, and I curled up too, nestled against this treasure I'd found on my trip. After the storm, we chatted quietly about everyday things, mostly her talking and me listening. She talked about the pain of her father's death two years ago, described her husband's appearance and personality, and depicted the power struggles among her colleagues
...
The details of life made the woman in my arms feel more real... As we talked, my phone rang. A text message came in—the phone was on the bedside table on Y's side. I didn't want to look at it, but I subconsciously felt I should—so I asked her to hand it to me. I opened it and saw two unread messages from an unknown number.
The
gist of the message was: Message 2: You were so bold just now, but now you don't even dare to reply to text messages in front of her? Scrolling back, Message 1: You bad man, what are you doing? I chuckled inwardly. Z is taking the bait.
But
it felt a bit too fast. Women and men have different ignition points. No matter how beautiful or experienced you are, it's hard to make them fall for you in a moment. ) t1 v7 t9 xs* w h9 p2 q
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Pan, Donkey, Deng, Xiao, Xian, if she wanted any one of them, I'd be at ease. Thinking it over, I don't have anything she could possibly want. I tossed my phone beside my pillow, ignoring her for the time being.
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y Naturally, she had no idea what I was thinking, and continued talking.
I
overheard her say, "Our unit's Party Secretary is so annoying!" I casually replied, "What's wrong?" " He's a lecherous old man, always groping me. " "So, I can grope him, but others
ca n't ? " The young woman slapped me and said, "Last year at the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone drank a lot of alcohol. After dinner, we booked a dance hall. When he was dancing with me, he was being inappropriate, grabbing my butt tightly." " That's so mean!" I exclaimed indignantly. "And he was pressing against me there!" I was actually a little excited by her comment and pressed against her back, asking, "Where? Was it here?" " Oh, you're so mean! You have no sympathy! I'm ignoring you." I ignored her, and my erection began, pressing against her legs. I asked, "Is his big?" " Hmm ... I don't know." "Is it as hot as me?" "No, oh!" "Is it touching you here?" I had already pressed against her sensitive spot , and a wet, hot sensation came over me. "No, you're so annoying!" She twisted her body a couple of times, it was hard to tell if she was trying to escape or adjusting to a better position. The two of them already had a tacit understanding, and in a few moments, she slid in . This position doesn't allow for deep penetration; you can only slide the tip in and out. One advantage is that I can fully enjoy her gripping force, and she can carefully feel my thickness. Soon , the bulge is sore from her friction, and she's also incredibly aroused by it, starting to moan intermittently. I said I couldn't take it anymore, and asked if we could find another man to join us. She said no, so I stopped and said I really couldn't hold on any longer and needed to rest. She mumbled an agreement, but kept wriggling. I said, "Now I'm your secretary, can I go in?" She quickly agreed, saying, "Come in quickly." I moved my body back, almost at a 90-degree angle to her, and thrust deep inside, causing her to scream. Just then, the phone rang again. I grabbed it and saw a text message from z: "I know what you're doing, I'm just deliberately harassing you, hehe, have fun, I won't bother you anymore . " In that state, I couldn't think straight. A wicked thought, I don't know where it came from, popped the call button to answer, and shoved it back under my pillow. Years ago , when I was on Huanhuan's website, I think I saw a similar scene, but I never imagined I'd actually use it. I slowed down a bit, guessing the other end was almost connected, and then used all my charm, making Y moan and gasp. I still wasn't satisfied, constantly asking her if she liked me? Did she like me? Did she want it to go deeper? My emotions were running high, and with each question, Y excitedly and loudly affirmed. After dozens of times, the storm ended amidst Y's sweet, melodious voice . T quickly reached under the pillow and hung up the phone. Worried about potential problems, she simply turned off her phone. One midday in September this year, while diving on KDS, the weather seemed nice, slightly chilly. I got up to close a window, put on a knitted vest over my short-sleeved shirt, and was about to sit back down when I received a call from Y. She said she was in Shanghai and would be going back with her company car that afternoon, implying she wanted to meet me. I asked for her location, quickly booked a restaurant near the Changning swimming pool on Yuyuan Road, rushed there, found an outdoor seat, ordered the food, lit a cigarette, and waited for the woman to arrive with mixed feelings … Women are always late for appointments, but considering they have to look in the mirror 100 times before seeing you, waiting a little longer is actually a privilege. Bored, I stared blankly at the wisps of smoke rising from my fingers, my thoughts instantly drifting back to that bizarre night over a year ago.

The dim
light, the clothes draped over the back of the chair, the wrinkled white sheets, and the two naked bodies resembled a movie poster. I lay on my back, and Y leaned over beside me, drawing circles on my chest with one finger—she was probably enjoying the fragrance of the air after the storm. I secretly blamed myself for being too hasty—did Z hear me? What would she think? What would she tell Y later? Would it have a negative impact on Y's life? Although, to be honest, Y and Z weren't indispensable women in my life, but...
I
was very uneasy. I spread one arm out, and

Y instinctively rested her head on it. I turned to hug her tighter, and she turned to her side as well, revealing a deep cleavage. I held the lower edge of her breasts with my fingers and gently lifted them a couple of times—Y's breasts fascinated me, and
I
never tired of playing with them. The phone rang. Not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere, I didn't loosen my grip on Y's arm. Y

paused, then gently pushed me away, saying it was probably her husband calling. She then slipped off the bed and hopped to get the phone. I noticed her breasts heaving, and a slightly wicked thought crossed my mind about what her husband sounded like on the other end of the line. But then another thought popped into my head: I should be more considerate and not treat her like that

. GY answered the phone and started chattering away in Shaoxing dialect—I can understand that dialect if it's spoken slowly and in context, but when they speak like that, I'm mostly completely lost. At first,
GY
was talking happily, but gradually she started talking less and listening more, and her face darkened. I felt something was wrong and suddenly realized it might be Z calling. This woman, how could she act so abruptly
!
I heard Y slam the phone shut, pick up her clothes from the chair, and put them on one by one without saying a word. By this time, I could guess about 70-80% of what was going on. I figured any explanation would be futile, so I simply kept quiet, put on my underwear, and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to have her outburst. After Y

finished dressing, she picked up her bag and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Home," she replied. "It's the middle of the night, and you smell like my perfume. How can you go home?" Hearing
this
, Y's eyes reddened, and tears welled up. She blamed me, saying, "Why did you do this? How can I face people at work if this gets back?"
I
also regretted my rashness, but there was no point in saying more. I simply asked, "What did she say on the phone?
"
"Tell her she heard everything, praised you for being so amazing, basically you two have hit it off behind her back. Don't drag me into this. I'm going home now to make room for you two."
She
looked pitiful, like a pear blossom in the rain, which only stirred my heart. Previously, I was focused on finding a new love, but now I was determined to cherish my old flame. Having made up my mind, I told Y, "Don't go anywhere, stay here. I'll handle this
.
" J immediately turned on her phone and dialed Z. The line went dead, and I felt conflicted. What should I say if I answered? We'd gone crazy together; I couldn't blame her, could I? But Y took the phone from me, listened to her say a few words, and finally said in Mandarin, "You'd better come up. You two lunatics should apologize to me together." She handed the phone back to me, and seeing my bewildered expression, she said that in the previous call, Z said she hadn't gone home and was sitting in a coffee shop one stop away.
While Z was still waiting, Y told some anecdotes about Z, seemingly trying to excuse her. I found it amusing, thinking that if
she didn't mind, I didn't care either. Stealing a glance at Y's expression, she didn't seem angry anymore.

The doorbell rang again. I was already dressed and hurried to open the door. The light from the corridor suddenly flooded in,
and
my eyes were momentarily blinded. In a flash, I saw Z, dressed in green, standing gracefully against the light, her beauty breathtaking. Seeing it was me, Z lowered her head, pursed her lips, and ignored me, brushing past me and walking quickly towards Y. When I looked back, the beautiful woman was standing there again, leaving me momentarily disoriented: Such a lovely lady, was this the
very
person I had been flirting with? I heard Z say in a sweet voice, "Sister, don't be angry. It's all his fault. I was just envious of you two being a couple, and he still came to provoke me like that. I couldn't stand it either—" Her voice gradually faded into inaudibility. " Sir , please bring me some cold dishes," the waiter's words interrupted my reverie
.
Iced Shaoxing wine chicken, Four-Flavor Chicken, Osmanthus-Scented Lotus Root—their local Shanghainese cuisine was very authentic. Coupled with the ambiance of the old-style house, it was a great place to introduce Shanghai culture to friends from other places. I nodded to the waiter in agreement, just as I saw Y coming in through the courtyard gate. She was wearing tight jeans, white running shoes,
and
a white t-shirt, and still had that short hair. I was about to wave when she saw me and walked over with a smile. Today's outfit made her look exceptionally youthful and energetic,
and
I couldn't resist showering her with compliments. She naturally appreciated it, and after a flurry of laughter, she sighed softly, "You only know how to sweet-talk me. It's been over a year, and you haven't contacted me once.
"
I told her that we were getting too close and I was afraid I'd fall in love with her, making excuses and knowing she wouldn't believe me. I sighed inwardly, "Don't blame me for being heartless. 'If life were only as beautiful as the first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan? The heart of the beloved changes so easily, yet people say the heart of the beloved is fickle.' The beauty of an encounter lies in the first meeting; the first time is fresh, the second time familiar, and the third time a
bit dull. If
I were to encounter an unwise person, and as time went on, I developed genuine feelings, wouldn't that create extra trouble?" But I'm a man of principle; even the best wine, I only drink three bowls. A little while later, the hot dishes arrived one after another . One of them was smoked fish , my favorite. Years ago, my parents would buy pieces of bluefish for the Lunar New Year, and to make it fresh for New Year's Eve, they would stay up all night to prepare it. I put a piece on Y's plate and told her to eat it while it was hot, explaining that this restaurant's smoked fish was made fresh, and when hot, the meat was tender and juicy. She quickly took a bite and praised it repeatedly. I suddenly leaned close to her ear and said, "This is the texture I felt when I ate you ." Her pretty face turned red, she glared at me, but asked, "Did you contact Z behind my back later?" For over a year, I hadn't seen Y, and as for Z, I hadn't even called him . That night in Shaoxing in 2007 , it seemed like a cold front came down—because I remember Z saying that she couldn't get a taxi, so she walked a whole stop to get here. Suddenly, the wind picked up, making the walk so long and cold. Y told her with concern to quickly take a hot shower; that sisterly affection really didn't seem fake. I 'm still immersed in the associations brought by the thick, juicy smoked fish. Using this association to tease Y is actually a form of praise for her. I'm still amazed by the potential of young women in sexual matters and am extremely grateful to her for her performance that night . Seeing me eating somewhat silently, Y asked what I was thinking about. I said I was thinking about how crazy we were that day, but I didn't know how you could have agreed. Hearing me bring this up, Y lowered her head shyly—what I admired about this woman was her vibrant energy at night and her gentle shyness during the day. After a long pause, she seemed to have decided on her answer, looking at me firmly and saying, "I know we have no future, and it probably won't last, so when we're together, we should be happy." I 've had my share of casual flings before, but hearing this still touched me a little. It's a blessing for a woman to be so understanding . I toasted Y, downed my drink first, and watched her finish it with a smile. In the sunlight , a few barely noticeable crow's feet appeared at the corners of Y's eyes. I mischievously thought that if I captured this detail with a wide aperture and posted it online, there would probably be at least two pages of comments calling her "Auntie" or "Vegetable Skin." However, the beauty of a mature woman is only appreciated by those who "understand." But women at this age age age faster and faster—a year ago, I looked at her so closely under the lamp; back then, her smooth face showed absolutely no signs of age… Z went in to take a hot bath . My heart pounded wildly, almost leaping out of my chest. A suffocating excitement washed over me. The legendary threesome, a major breakthrough in my romantic history, was about to happen. I steadied myself, knowing there was still one thing to resolve. The prospect of a threesome was just a thin veil, but even that veil needed someone to break it. I couldn't just wait until she finished washing up and then make a move; what if she misunderstood? She was standing in front of a long, brown mirror. Perhaps sensing my thoughts, she glanced at me, a look that was both reproachful and amused. I walked behind her, put my arms around her, and looked at her rosy face in the mirror—she was also looking at me with affection in her reflection. Above the brown mirror were two spotlights, their long metal lamp legs curved like insect antennae. I twisted both lamp legs upwards, and the mirror lost its direct light, making the image inside softer, as if a nostalgic old film was playing; the air in the room seemed to smell of coffee, rich and smooth . The ambiguous atmosphere spoke louder than any words. I felt the fire within me reignite, gradually spreading. My desire surged again. Although the faint smile in the mirror remained unchanged, how could it escape my intuition now that she was in my arms? I helped her remove her stockings and panties, and she silently cooperated. When I asked her to put them back on, she gently punched me. Since she understood my wicked intentions, that was the best way to provoke her. I waited for her to straighten her pantyhose herself, then touched her crotch. Sure enough, it was already wet with dew. Y made excuses, saying Z was about to come out. I thought to myself that I needed her to see so I could smoothly get to the point, but I said, "Let's hurry up and do it." Seeing that she no longer objected, I pulled the chair to the mirror, pulled my pants down to my knees, sat on the chair, and told Y to spread her legs and straddle me. The candle was mine, and the wax was hers; we were starting a candle business together. This position was easy for both of us and allowed for deep penetration, but there were two drawbacks I didn't like: my head was buried in her chest, which was too stuffy; and my view was blocked, which reduced the stimulation . I told her to turn around and take off her clothes, leaving her in only a bra and open-crotch stockings. I straightened up on the chair. Y probably thought this was more interesting, laughing as she straddled me, bent down to hold my candle, and poured wax on it again. 7 z% r4 l, v/ } j5 q1 j

Our candlelit stall was clearly exposed in the mirror. The stockings beautifully accentuated the woman's legs, while my taut muscles were coated in a chocolate brown, possessing a sculpted beauty. The young woman, whom I had forced to watch the animation in the mirror, seemed to be stimulated by this visual spectacle, and her movements became even more vigorous.
Despite
this vigorous effort, I was far from reaching my climax. My mind was preoccupied with the present moment and the rest of the time in the bathroom—the water had been off for a while, so what was she doing? What would her reaction be when she came out and witnessed this scene? This was something I had never experienced before, and even with my usual quick wit, I couldn't help but feel nervous

. I strained to lift my leg and shift slightly, trying to turn to the side so I could see the bathroom door in the mirror. But I noticed it was ajar—not fully closed. I distinctly remembered hearing the lock click when I went in.
Heh
, she must be secretly watching outside, probably able to see us clearly through the mirror.
"
Then let you see as much as you want!" I easily removed Y's bra, covering one breast with each hand, and pulled Y's body back until it was against my chest. Her little mouth was also pulled up, not as deep as before, but exaggeratedly presented in the mirror image. Y was unable to move with my hands covering her chest, but it was also the most unbearable moment. She grabbed my thighs with both hands, and her lower body was entwined
with mine
. I was afraid that she would climax because of her entanglement, so I could only whisper to remind her that Z was probably watching us. Y became a little more awake after hearing this, and suddenly pulled me out of her body, ran back to the bed and hid under the covers, saying, "Go find her."

I didn't care about anything else at this point. I boldly pushed open the bathroom door, my gleaming weapon standing erect and swaying. She already knew I was coming in, holding a towel to her chest, standing in the steamy bathroom, waiting for her lord to arrive. The towel, half-concealing, only made the naked beauty before me even more alluring.
I
smiled and stepped forward, picking her up in my arms, the towel falling to the ground. I turned and walked back to the bedroom, tossing her beside me. On the large bed, one beauty hid under the snow-white blankets, giggling; another beauty lay prone, shyly pulling a corner of the blanket over her face
.
--What a seductive and erotic scene this is! Having an emperor and two consorts is a first for me, but since I am the emperor and the two women are consorts in this game, I will take the initiative and not hesitate any longer. I immediately parted Z's long legs, like a bee gathering nectar from a flower, and one hand swam towards her slender body. --Z's body has another advantage; her abdomen is even flatter, and while her breasts aren't as large as Y's, they are incredibly elastic. I had barely begun to explore when she started to wriggle. I paused my groping and called for Y to touch Z's breasts as well. Y obediently bent down to touch her breasts, but Z wasn't to be outdone, and she also freed one hand to support Y's drooping breasts. The two women began to playfully tease each other. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I stripped myself naked, and in the small room
... A
sea of flesh, overflowing with boundless springtime charm; y, fair and full; z, slender and taut. During play, four lotus-like arms intertwine, four peaks facing each other. Her breath, still ragged, is as vibrant as summer lotus blossoms, her breath as fragrant as orchids, filling the room with a sweet aroma. Her laughter is melodious, like birds returning to their nests. I have already experienced two moments of pleasure, and now I am not in a hurry to draw my spear and leap onto my horse. But holding my treasure, I smile and savor this springtime beauty. How sagacious is Shun, who had the Empress Dowager and the Heroine serving him; how fortunate was Emperor Xiaocheng, who shared joy with Feiyan and Hede; most laughable is Cao Cao, whose downfall was caused by the east wind, leaving the two Qiao sisters separated by the river,

and the Bronze Sparrow Terrace locked in vain. Though I am but a nobody,
I still have my own romantic tales; Heaven truly favors me.
Just as I was racking my brains trying to recall the legendary threesomes of the past, Y called me to "take care" of Z. I hurriedly joined the fray, and Z, half-heartedly resisting, let us pounce on her, spreading her legs apart. Parting the lotus leaf, a sliver of nectar could no longer be contained. A touch with my finger revealed a spiderweb. My towering, imposing member, initially ready to plunge in, then reconsidered. The pleasure of three shouldn't be too ordinary; it must be complex, varied. So I asked Y to help me part the lotus leaf. My dragon brushed against her fingertips before returning to Z's
lair
. In this way, the three people's visual and tactile sensations intertwined, and after being rearranged and combined, a unique and wonderful feeling arose. Seeing the scene so lewd, my mind was about to wander, so I quickly and carefully gathered my thoughts, not daring to be careless, and only slowly moved the dragon in and out. She
comfortably
squeezed her legs together, but clamped her fingers together, rubbing them against my dragon body.
[
The little dragon went in and out, bringing out some white fluid, incredibly lubricating. It slid Y's fingers down the lotus leaf, only to catch my little dragon. After several times, Y didn't part the fleshy lotus leaf; her jade hand directly encircled my root, closing her eyes, imagining the friction. Seeing Y was also aroused, I straightened up slightly, pulled her closer, and kissed her lips. She quickly stuck out her fragrant tongue for me to savor, her body involuntarily twisting. My little dragon couldn't be in two places at once, so I had to temporarily suppress my old love, placing both hands...] This was meant to be a temporary replacement... Y's movements became more intense. I felt guilty and couldn't bear to see her alone for too long, so I directed Y to bend down and embrace Z. The two women were a little awkward embracing naked for the first time, but now that they were sharing one husband, they were exceptionally compliant. The two women embraced each other, turning their heads away, losing some of the ease they had shown during their earlier playful interactions. From behind, I saw two paradises, blooming side by side, and asked, "Am I going to have to run in and out of here?" Y whispered, "Whatever you want," and Z hummed in agreement. With permission granted, I was spared the hassle of changing rooms and clothes each time
.
I mustered all my energy, searching high and low, finding solutions in every direction, like a loach in a paddy field, emerging from the soil only to disappear back into the mud; or like someone enjoying a Western-style buffet, trying Thousand Island dressing followed by Caesar.

I inserted my palm between the two women's bodies, moving it up and down laboriously. The warm flesh of two different women touched my palm and the back of my hand—it felt truly fantastical. Little Dragon didn't rest for a moment, continuing his journey through the depths of the two lush forests. The pauses between exchanges were brief, yet the emotions were exceptionally subtle.

Each withdrawal was a woman's lingering affection, each entry a woman's desire; using the water from one mountain to nourish the valley of another, carrying the warmth of one spring to accumulate the boiling point of another. I mustered my strength, making clouds

drift across this slope and rain fall on that slope, keeping myself busy and having a great time. My little dragon seemed bigger and longer than usual, as if it had swelled to its limit, and so had its desires;
the
women intertwined beneath me were gradually losing their grip, as if they were about to separate due to exhaustion, or as if they were twisting and turning to climb to some higher place; two kinds of cries mingled in my ears, rising and falling, and I couldn't help but groan as well. Y withdrew from the battle first, rolled to the side to catch her breath, and I had one less opponent, so I devoted myself to Z's paradise, letting her experience all my skills, until she wrapped me tightly and could not make a sound. I no longer insisted, and the spring rain and dew were all bestowed upon her new field. I rolled over and lay between
my
two sisters, cradling their heads on my chest, gazing up at the ceiling, enjoying the most peaceful moment of my life—what a magnificent work it would be if a camera on the ceiling could capture this moment! Rain lashes and wind rages at the end of March. The door closes at dusk

, no way to keep spring from leaving. Tearful eyes ask the flowers, but the flowers remain silent. Scattered petals fly past the swing.

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