An Unfaithful Love Song, Part Two: Playing with Plum Blossoms

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The Second Chapter of an Unfaithful Love Song: Plum Blossoms
It was 8 PM, closing time.
The neon sign of Liangying Clothing Store shone brightly in the bleak winter night.
Because of the cold weather, business had been declining lately after dusk.
There wasn't a single customer in the store at that moment. The bright and clean shop was empty except for me and the proprietress, Sister Mei, meticulously calculating the day's accounts on the computer at the counter. Once the last transaction was completed, it would be time to close.
I was the shop assistant.
After graduating from junior high school, my parents died early, and I had lived with my grandfather ever since. I no longer had the financial means to continue my studies, so I had to come to this small city to work with the adults from my village.
At first, I worked as a laborer on a construction site. Later, the construction team's boss, Brother Xing, noticed that I was quiet, honest, hardworking, and efficient. He promoted me to be an apprentice at his wife Lin Aimei's clothing store. It included room and board and a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan.
Last year I turned 18. Xing even paid for my driver's license test and bought Mei Jie's clothing store a Jinbei van for hauling goods. Since buying the van, besides continuing to help Mei Jie with the shop and greet customers, I've also taken on the job of a driver, driving to pick up goods every few days.
Occasionally, I also have to pick up Xing's mother and Mei Jie's 4-year-old daughter, Ya Ya, from her house in another district. The workload is considerable, but it's much better than working under the sun and wind on a construction site, and my wages have increased to 1,500 yuan. I can also practice my driving skills, so I'm quite content.
Xing's surname is Yu, and he's a newly emerging small boss of a construction team in this city. In his early thirties, he built a construction team of hundreds of people from scratch in 10 years. Although he can't compare to those wealthy bosses and managers, he still earns over a million yuan a year. Xing also has a wide circle of friends and is well-liked.
Logically, given their family's financial situation, he didn't need his wife to run another shop and work so hard. However, Mei and her mother-in-law were constantly at odds, so she had Xing buy a two-story duplex on this commercial street. She and her daughter, Yaya, lived upstairs, and used the downstairs storefront to open the clothing store, all to escape her mahjong-loving and troublemaking mother-
in-law. Although I was just a working-class kid in their family, it was clear that Xing and Mei were good people. In my eyes, Xing was capable and loyal, and Mei was beautiful and virtuous—a perfect match. Therefore, I respected and was close to them, unlike the cold relationship between other bosses and workers. They treated me very well too, never regarding me as an outsider, so we always got along well. Having lacked familial love growing up, I considered them like my own older brother and sister.
Xing's business flourished, and he made more and more friends. But in the past year or so, a group of local scoundrels he'd recently befriended led him into a gambling addiction. He frequently gambled with them, often staying out for days on end, with stakes of tens of thousands of yuan each time. Sister Mei tried to persuade him many times, but he was too engrossed in gambling and his cronies to listen. A few days ago, he had another argument with Sister Mei over losing money, and in a fit of anger, Xingge demanded a large sum of money to go out and squander. He hasn't been heard from since for half a month.
Sister Mei initially cried and made a scene, but after so many arguments, she's gotten used to it. Now, she can only distract herself by managing the business.
It's the end of the year, and business is booming at the shop. Sister Mei has been so busy lately that she hasn't had time to take care of her child. She begged her parents to help her look after Yaya for half a month, and today she felt bad troubling them again, so she asked me to take Yaya to Xingge's parents' house for a few days. Mei's mother-in-law is a very annoying old lady. Even I, an outsider, find her mean-spirited, let alone Mei as her daughter-in-law.
Luckily, she wasn't home when I arrived; she was visiting. I handed Yaya over to Mei's father-in-law. He was a gentle old man, completely different from his wife, but he was always controlled by her at home, making him seem pitiful. He seemed happy to have his granddaughter keep him company.
At that moment, I leaned against the counter, my chin resting on my left hand, silently watching Mei, who was intently checking the bills on the computer.
Mei is 31 years old and very pretty. She has fair skin, arched eyebrows, and a pair of charming almond-shaped eyes that often reveal a hint of melancholy, making her seem pitiful. Mei rarely wears makeup; her shoulder-length hair is simply styled in a ponytail, giving her an ordinary yet elegant look, far less flamboyant than typical business owners.
Although she had already given birth, her figure remained unchanged, still possessing a curvaceous S-shape. However, compared to the overly thin young women among her customers, Sister Mei's slightly plump figure exuded a unique charm of a mature woman.
As for her clothing, Sister Mei, being the owner of a clothing store, naturally had a knack for styling. She wore a snow-white short down jacket, unzipped. The open jacket revealed her high, erect breasts. Sister Mei's full, large breasts, tightly encased in a black turtleneck sweater, appeared perfectly rounded and clearly defined. Even the slightest tremor of her breasts from occasional movements made me, secretly watching, feel uneasy.
Although the black sweater was turtlenecked, Sister Mei had still appropriately wrapped a beige silk scarf around her beautiful neck, paired with a thick black woolen knee-length skirt, creating an elegant and dignified look. Beneath her skirt, half of her slender legs peeked out from under her black, tight-fitting thermal leggings, and she wore high-top brown heeled boots.
I looked Sister Mei up and down, then stared blankly at her figure as she worked diligently at her computer under the lamplight.
If Sister Mei's beauty would make any normal man want to commit a crime, then after getting to know her better, many more would probably choose to fall in love with her.
Sister Mei, who was always gentle and kind in her interactions with others, never showed any disdain for a poor kid like me who did odd jobs. Even when Brother Xing was giving me orders in a harsh tone, she repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay out of hurt feelings. At the same time, she always thought of me in everyday life, encouraging me when I felt discouraged by the hardships. From Sister Mei, I felt the care of an older sister for her younger brother.
And as for Brother Xing and Ya Ya, Sister Mei took meticulous care of them, a typical virtuous wife and loving mother. What's even more admirable is that Sister Mei, whose personality is inherently gentle and even somewhat timid, reveals a different side—a strength beneath her gentleness—at work. She manages the small clothing store impeccably, and customers, while praising her kindness, always add the compliment of being capable.
In short, she lives up to her name. Sister Mei is like a pure white plum blossom standing tall and elegant in the harsh winter of life. Despite enduring the trials and tribulations of life's cold winds, she stands strong, blooming with noble petals and emitting a delicate fragrance that benefits others. I, too, am experiencing this harsh winter of life, and whenever I'm near this plum blossom, my heart is always warmed and filled with hope.
I don't know when it started, but every evening before closing time, during the quiet time I spend alone with Sister Mei, I like to secretly watch her.
Perhaps it's because she's so beautiful!
Or maybe I've reached the age where I should be thinking about women?
Perhaps both!
In any aspect related to women, I'm practically an idiot.
Although most of the customers browsing the clothing store were women, and some young and beautiful women occasionally caught my eye, I, coming from a rural background, was still immature in matters of the heart and was well aware of my family's financial situation. So at first, I was focused solely on my work, never entertaining any other thoughts, only hoping to earn more money so that my grandfather could find me a wife and I could live a stable life together.
As for appreciating women, my simple and honest nature made it difficult for me to feel much attraction to those heavily made-up, talkative, and cheerful city girls.
But I don't know when it started, I began to be attracted to Sister Mei. In her, I not only experienced the care of family, but also felt my first longing for the opposite sex. The gentle, kind, beautiful, dignified, and unpretentious ideal of a virtuous wife and loving mother that Sister Mei embodied in my mind—wasn't she the standard of the woman I dreamed of?
But regarding my desires for women, having come from the countryside, I was like a blank sheet of paper. Although I was almost 20, I knew nothing. I only had a vague concept from glimpses on television, but nothing concrete.
Therefore, my infatuation with Sister Mei was purely unrequited love.
In God's eyes, if Sister Mei was a swan, then I was just a toad silently watching her. Sister Mei and Xing Ge's child was already quite grown up, and I wasn't much older than the child, still just a laborer. Perhaps God brought me to Sister Mei so that she could be the standard by which I choose my future wife? Lately, I've often dreamed that my future wife would be as outstanding as Sister Mei, but I don't quite believe I'll be as lucky as Brother Xing.
I can suppress my admiration, but after all, I'm a grown man. My physical needs have multiplied with age. So, even though Sister Mei is my sacred goddess, every intentional or unintentional conversation, occasional contact, or even just smelling the faint plum blossom fragrance emanating from her, stirs a strong desire within me, even though I don't know how to release this wicked urge. Right now, that desire is secretly lurking in my mind as my gaze falls upon Sister Mei's full breasts.
The black, tight-fitting turtleneck sweater she's wearing perfectly accentuates her 35C breasts, their curves fully revealed before me as I lean over the table, admiring her figure. Her full breasts rise and fall with the rhythm of her typing, making my breath catch in my throat.
"Finally finished!" Sister Mei stretches and stands up, seemingly oblivious to the strange look in my eyes. She turned to me and said, "Xiao Liang, let's close up shop quickly! We can go eat after we're done. I don't want to cook today, let's go to a restaurant!" "Okay!" I agreed and started working.
After closing up, I drove Sister Mei to our usual restaurant on another street for dinner.
Because the shop is very busy, Sister Mei often doesn't have time to cook. So I've long been used to eating out with her.
As usual, we ordered four dishes. Before we even had a chance to eat, Sister Mei's phone rang with Karen Mok and Chang Hung-liang's "Hiroshima Mon Amour."
A call came in.
"Hello? It's Mom! What's up?" It was Xing Ge's mother calling. That difficult old lady always calls Sister Mei to cause trouble. This time seemed to be no different.
"What's wrong with Ya Ya? What? Playing mahjong? You don't have time to put her to bed and want me to pick her up?" Sister Mei looked at her watch; it was almost 9 p.m.
"Mom! I just closed the shop! I haven't even eaten yet! You want me to pick up the child from your place now, but I won't get there until 11 PM! Why is the child being so restless at night! And why are you playing mahjong so late? Even if you're playing mahjong, Dad can still take care of her, right? We agreed that the child would stay with you for a few days... No... I'm not shirking my responsibility, but I'm really too busy... Mom... Please don't be like this, I..." Mei Jie's tears were almost falling as she spoke.
I picked up my chopsticks and started eating a piece of Kung Pao Chicken. Although I felt sorry for Mei Jie, her mother-in-law often did such despicable things, and I'd seen her bullying Mei Jie many times over the years; I was used to it. Now I could only eat quickly and prepare to drive Mei Jie to her mother-in-law's house to pick up Ya Ya. Damn! This round trip would probably take until late at night!
No matter how Mei explained, the old woman on the other end of the phone kept hurling insults and urging her to pick up the child quickly so as not to disturb her all-night mahjong game. Mei tried to explain gently, but all she got in return was more vicious curses and insults.
Soon, Mei was brought to tears by the vicious old woman's abuse, tears that broke my heart. Her mother-in-law's words became increasingly offensive. Finally, Mei couldn't take it anymore, turned off the phone, threw it aside, took out a tissue to wipe away her tears of grievance, and gave me a very embarrassed look.
I had been here for so long that I was already very clear about the conflict between Mei and her mother-in-law. Mei's family was an intellectual family, and her parents initially disagreed with her marrying Xing, whom they considered a good-for-nothing at the time. But Mei was deeply in love with Xing and ultimately married the man she loved despite her parents' objections.
Xing's mother, however, harbored resentment towards Mei for the difficulties Xing faced when he was pursuing her. Especially after Xing became successful, his mother disliked Mei even more, frequently making things difficult for her. This time, it was clearly a deliberate attempt to bully Mei.
But what could I, an outsider, do? I could only avoid her gaze to prevent further embarrassment, acting as if I knew nothing about her situation, yet a sharp pain pierced my heart.
Xing's mother seemed determined to get Mei to take her child away that very night, calling her several more times.
Mei bit her rosy lips, staring blankly at her phone. "Hiroshima Mon Amour" played several times before finally stopping. It seemed the old lady was at her wit's end.
I put some food on Mei's plate. Sister Mei shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, and whispered, "I'm not eating! You eat by yourself. After you finish, drive me out for a walk!" I had no appetite for food. I had the waiter settle the bill, packed up the leftovers, and took Sister Mei to the van.
"Going home?" I started the car and asked her softly. She shook her head.
"Then... are we going to pick up Yaya from Xing Ge's mom's house?" I asked again. She shook her head again.
"Drive, to the canal," Sister Mei ordered.
"It's so late, what are we going to the canal for?" I asked cautiously, afraid that Sister Mei might do something foolish in her anger!
"Just go! Why are you arguing so much!" Sister Mei snapped! This was the first time she had ever yelled at me like that. I felt a chill run down my spine, put the car in gear, and drove towards the suburbs.
There was a canal on the outskirts of the city, with weeping willows lining both banks. Every spring, when the willows turned green, it was a popular spot for citizens to enjoy the spring scenery.
It was the dead of winter, and the willow leaves had long since fallen. Walking through the bare willow grove, I parked the car on a flat spot near the canal.
Although southern winters are cold, the river wasn't frozen. Tonight was the fifteenth of the lunar month, and a bright moon shone on the gently flowing river. A breeze rustled the dry willow branches, creating a unique, rustic charm in the starry winter night.
Sister Mei got out of the car and sat on a rock by the river, silently gazing at the moon's reflection in the water, biting her lower lip without uttering a word. I stood beside her, hands in my pockets, quietly admiring this middle-aged woman who stirred my imagination, alone under the moonlight, sighing in solitude, as if she were in a painting. I didn't know what to say to comfort her; instead, I felt that staying by her side a little longer would be enough.
After some time, Sister Mei seemed a little cold. She stood up, picked up a stone, and threw it forcefully into the river.
Looking at the splashing water in the river, I sighed and walked to the van.
I quickly opened the sliding door at the back and let her sit down to rest. Then I turned on the car's heater to warm her up.
"Xiao Liang!" Sister Mei was still looking at the slowly flowing river in front of her, calling me softly.
"Hmm, are you cold? Sister Mei, do you want to go back?" I asked, tucking my hands in.
"Stay a little longer," Sister Mei's tone was much better.
"Hmm!" I replied, pacing back and forth, feeling a bit too cold.
"You've been living with my family for three years, haven't you?" Sister Mei asked.
"Two and a half years!" I corrected.
"Oh! That's not short. You must have saved quite a bit of money these past few years, right? You're an honest boy, you don't smoke or drink. Save some more money, and in another two years, you should be looking for a wife, right?" Sister Mei asked casually.
"I'm not even 20 yet, it's not too late to think about getting married in a few years. But I'm thinking of going back home next year to renovate my family's house. In our rural area, you can't get a wife without a new house, and I also want my grandfather to have a better life." I told Sister Mei about my plans.
"Good boy! Sister Mei knows you're filial. But after you get married, don't let your wife suffer. She doesn't mind you and is willing to live a stable life with you, bear your children, so you should be filial to your grandfather and not let your wife suffer, understand?" "I understand!" I replied, seemingly understanding. It seemed Sister Mei had suffered too much injustice. As a woman herself, she didn't want to see my future daughter-in-law suffer from such a mother-in-law's treatment.
"Sister, let's go back! It's almost midnight!" It was already past midnight. I was getting impatient. I had been busy all day and hadn't eaten properly, so I felt a bit cold.
"Okay!" Sister Mei agreed softly.
I excitedly turned around to get the car when suddenly a pair of slender hands grabbed my shirt tightly from behind. Then Sister Mei pressed her face against my back and started sobbing.
After a moment of helplessness, I stood there silently and let Sister Mei cry for a while, then turned around to try and comfort her. Before I could even speak, Sister Mei threw herself into my arms, continuing to sob softly in my embrace while wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately.
I was stunned by Mei's kiss, my eyes wide as I tried to see her clearly. In the hazy moonlight, I saw her weeping, her face as alluring as a pear blossom in the rain, as she lifted her head and kissed my face and lips passionately. In that instant, as if I understood something, I began to tightly embrace her slender waist and passionately return her kisses.
I kissed the tears on Mei's fragrant cheeks, and her tears tasted bitter in my mouth. Although simple-minded, I wasn't stupid; I knew that she wasn't doing this because she liked me. All she needed was a man's comfort. If I responded to her actions, it would be taking advantage of her vulnerability, and I would also feel very sorry for Xing, who had always taken care of me. But the alluring charm that Mei exuded after her tears of grievance was a temptation that I found hard to resist.
Besides, I had always secretly liked Mei. Heaven had been kind to me, allowing me to have such an intimate contact with the woman of my dreams. It was truly worth it.
The moment my lips touched Sister Mei's, I could no longer control myself. Abandoning my usual docile nature, I reached for her chest and began groping her. Through her tight black sweater, I finally got my wish and could boldly fondle Sister Mei's breasts, which had been the object of my daily fantasies. Even though there was a sweater between us, and her bra had thick padding, this was the first time in my life, apart from my mother, that I had ever held a woman's breasts. My heart was pounding with excitement!
Sister Mei seemed even more excited than I was. She skillfully teased my tongue with her own. The tingling sensation made me even more bewildered. Sister Mei completely ignored my confusion. While still groping me haphazardly, she pushed me into the van.
The van was used by the clothing store to haul goods; the back seats had been removed, leaving only the driver and front passenger seats. The back carriage was very spacious, and to prevent the newly arrived clothes from getting dirty, a thick layer of clean mattresses was laid under the carriage floor.
Mei pushed me down into the carriage, got on, and closed the sliding door. While continuing to kiss me, she began to unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants.
"No!" I gently pushed away Mei's hand as she pulled down my pants. Having my pants pulled down by a woman was incredibly shameful for a country boy like me. Moreover, being naturally naive, aside from wanting to touch Mei's breasts, I knew absolutely nothing about matters between men and women, and had no idea what she wanted to do with my pants.
Mei completely ignored me, and in a few swift movements, she pulled my pants down to my ankles. My penis curled up in the cold, feeling wronged. Although I had felt a stirring within it while kissing Mei and touching her breasts, the fact that a woman had seen my penis for the first time made me feel shy and uneasy, causing my physical reaction to vanish completely.
Mei hadn't said a word since we started kissing. At first, she was sobbing softly, but as I touched her chest, the sobbing gradually gave way to short, rapid breaths. Once in the car, her sobs were completely gone. At that moment, Sister Mei was breathing heavily, and with her left hand, she was vigorously stroking my penis up and down a few times.
For some reason, the moment my penis touched Sister Mei's warm palm, it immediately became incredibly erect.
Seeing that I was getting an erection, Sister Mei's expressionless face flushed slightly. While continuing to vigorously stroke my increasingly hard and large penis with her delicate white hand, she turned to the side and began to undress, removing her clothes one by one.
The bright moonlight shone into the car. Lying back in the carriage, I could clearly see Sister Mei biting her lower lip, slowly untying the beige silk scarf around her neck. She threw the scarf at my face. I took it off and smelled it; the scarf was filled with the familiar, faint scent of plum blossoms from her. I casually put it aside.
Then, while kicking off her high-top leather boots, she pulled her black turtleneck sweater down to her chin, revealing her snow-white skin. In the moonlight, Sister Mei's naked body was translucent, like jade.
Underneath the sweater was a purple lace bra. Sister Mei reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, instantly revealing a pair of adorable, rabbit-like breasts that burst through the bra's barrier.
She casually took off the bra, bent down, and placed her hand on the silk scarf in front of me. Her full, soft breasts swayed before my eyes, and my penis became even harder.
Sister Mei's breasts were pure white and beautiful. Her high, firm breasts, though slightly sagging after childbirth, appeared even fuller and more alluring.
Now unrestrained by her bra, they swayed violently with Mei Jie's slight bending movement. She adjusted her bra, lowered her head, and brushed her slightly disheveled hair aside. Her two full breasts pressed together, creating a deep, snow-white cleavage, exuding a mature and seductive charm. My heart pounded, and I stared even more intently, as if trying to imprint every detail into my mind.
Each of Mei Jie's breasts had a wide, brown areola, which looked incredibly sexy against her snow-white skin. My blood was boiling, and I couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her areola with my fingers. Mei Jie didn't say anything, but her body trembled slightly as if she had been electrocuted.
Encouraged, I became increasingly audacious, boldly stroking Mei Jie's two large, dark brown nipples in the center of her areola with my fingertips. Instead of removing my hands, I looked up at Mei Jie. She remained silent, but her eyes held no resistance.
Without further questioning, I suddenly reached out and grasped her alluring breasts tightly, kneading them vigorously. I savored the feeling of these treasures that I stared at every day
, now in my hands. Mei Jie's breasts were so soft, so fleshy, truly irresistible! After kneading for a while, I pinched and twisted her sexy nipples repeatedly with two fingers. Mei Jie sighed softly; the blush on her face had faded. She seemed unmoved by my eager groping, straightening up and continuing to undress.
Mei unbuttoned her skirt, first lifting her thick black woolen long skirt, releasing her left hand that was holding my penis, and then quickly pulled off her tight thermal underwear and panties with alternating hands. Next, she removed the thick long skirt, neatly folding it along with her thermal underwear and panties, and placing it on a silk scarf along with her bra. I released my hands from caressing Mei's breasts and, by the moonlight, began to greedily examine her completely naked lower body after removing her long skirt.
Mei's legs were snow-white and long; she knelt beside me, her legs tightly pressed together, arranging the clothes. But I was staring blankly at her genitals!
Life inevitably involves many firsts!
Although I knew that today I was destined to do something unconventional with Mei, as a rural child who had grown up in a simple environment, I had no idea what it was.
But at this moment, Mei, with her underwear off, fulfilled my childhood curiosity about women's genitals.
I only knew that women don't have penises and that they squat to urinate, but I've always been clueless about what a woman's urination site actually looks like! Is it a hole like an anus? Or is there nothing at all, and the urine just comes out of the anus? No one has ever told me, and no one taught me in my rural junior high school either. I was just filled with curiosity but didn't know the answer.
This time, I finally understand!
The thick pubic hair between Sister Mei's snow-white legs looked like a layer of black tangled silk in the bright moonlight, covering her vulva. To get a clear view, I had to bring my face close to Sister Mei's lower body and brush her thick pubic hair aside with my hand.
Sister Mei seemed to understand what I meant. While continuing to tidy her clothes, she intentionally or unintentionally sat on the mattress on the car floor, slightly spreading her legs towards me.
Now, under the moonlight, I finally unveiled the long-held curiosity about women within Sister Mei's dark forest. I saw her slightly parted, flushed labia hidden beneath her pubic hair, and between them, the tender bud that men so desperately wanted to pluck—it was truly captivating!
I couldn't suppress my primal urges. I pinched Sister Mei's labia minora, which were everted, and boldly tried to gently insert my index finger into her delicate bud. After half a finger was inside her, I, a novice at caressing women, dared not go any deeper. I looked up at Sister Mei with a puzzled expression. Her expressionless face finally showed a shy smile because of the teasing, but the smile was fleeting. She lowered her head, but I, lying in front of her, could still clearly see that her face was no longer so reserved.
Relieved, I began to tickle her with the finger I had inserted into her vagina. The touch was wet and warm, the feeling was simply wonderful.
Perhaps in my haphazard fiddling, I touched a sensitive spot. Sister Mei suddenly chuckled.
I seemed to be infected by her laughter, and without understanding why, I smiled back at her. She didn't even glance at me, but simply pressed me back down, then slowly straddled me, spreading her legs forward and sitting on my lower abdomen, completely exposing her once mysterious female genitalia to me lying beneath her. Then, she leaned back, reaching behind her to grasp my now erect penis, hardened by her sexual arousal, and began to rub it up and down.
At that moment, I looked down, and Sister Mei's delicate vulva was effortlessly revealed to me. Her
bright red vulva was wide open, and I could clearly see the slight purplish-black tinge along the edges of her thick, fleshy red labia. That was probably because Sister Mei had been a wife for too long and had been excessively caressed by Brother Xing. It was very different from the voluptuous beauty I had imagined. Perhaps Sister Mei truly was the most perfect woman in the world.
But seeing the color of her genitals, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, which diminished my image of her as a saint. No matter how perfect she was, being married and a mother was a fact I didn't want to accept. This fact should have been ignored, but in such a passionate moment, seeing her darkened labia still inadvertently stung my heart.
Sister Mei was completely unaware of my thoughts and continued to masturbate me. Her masturbation technique was very skillful, which made me feel incredibly happy, and the slight regret in my heart quickly disappeared.
Being my first intimate contact with a woman, I naively thought: This, a man and his beloved woman gently touching each other's genitals, is probably the most intimate expression between a man and a woman, and also the most exciting and private thing, right?
I began to touch Sister Mei's vulva with my hand with trepidation. Mei Jie's labia had been touched countless times by Xing Ge to reveal this sordid purplish-red color, so incongruous with her elegant status. The thought of Xing Ge turning Mei Jie's delicate vulva so black from touching filled me with jealousy. I grabbed the edge of Mei Jie's left labia with two fingers and tugged hard, as if trying to completely remove the filth Xing Ge had left on her.
"Ouch!" Mei Jie's hand holding my penis trembled.
I had indeed pulled her plump vulva a bit too hard; she cried out in pain. I quickly withdrew my hand and apologized:
"I'm sorry, Mei Jie!" Seeing that my penis was hard enough for intercourse, Mei Jie shook her head, indicating that the pain was nothing. Then she told me to sit up, while she silently lay back down where I had just been lying, face up, legs spread. Between her legs, a tempting pink slit was revealed, and in the cold moonlight, Mei Jie's vulva, resembling plum blossom petals, was damp and warm, exuding the intoxicating fragrance of plum blossoms.
Mei Jie's alluring posture made my heart pound, my breath quicken, and my lips grow dry.
I wanted to continue touching her, but didn't know where to begin.
"Come on, Xiao Liang!" Mei Jie closed her eyes, her voice trembling.
"Mmm!" I mumbled a reply, guided by Mei Jie to kneel between her parted legs, completely bewildered, staring at her vulva, drooling and stunned.
Although Mei Jie's position was undeniably sexy and alluring, I, inexperienced in matters of the heart, truly didn't know what to do next. Was I, Mei Jie's devoted follower, supposed to bow down and worship her most mysterious part?
"Idiot! What are you daydreaming about! Hurry up!" Mei Jie, a little tired from holding her raised, parted legs, urged anxiously.
"Sister...and then...what do we do? Do you want me to keep touching you?" I asked, my voice tinged with confusion, as I gently stroked Sister Mei's vulva, which was already starting to secrete fluids from her eager desire. Sister Mei's vulva, like her skin, was smooth and delicate, and with the sticky fluids lubricating it, my touch was wet and slippery.
A surge of intense lust made my penis hard and burning hot, as if it were about to burst. I imitated Sister Mei's earlier actions and masturbated, feeling a tingling, painful sensation I'd never experienced before.
"What a silly boy! Lie down!" Sister Mei sighed again, her voice devoid of emotion, simply ordering me to lie down while slowly sitting up.
In the moonlight, Sister Mei was only wearing a black turtleneck sweater pulled high below her neck, her snow-white body almost naked, her sexy figure reflected in the car, swaying slightly, captivating my heartstrings.
I lay obediently in the carriage, my little penis already erect, a hot, hard rod pointing straight up.
Sister Mei rolled up my shirt into a ball, pulled it over her shoulders, then straddled my waist, pinching my nipple with one hand and rubbing my burning-hot penis hard against her labia with the other, carefully searching for the entrance to her vagina.
Found it!
Sister Mei anxiously plopped down on me, my half-foot-long penis instantly plunging into her plump cunt.
"Ah!" The moment my penis entered Sister Mei's vagina, I cried out in pleasure.
My most primal instincts told me that Sister Mei was now completely mine!
So this was the intimate and unreserved union of my male genitals, which I had always been ashamed to show, and Sister Mei's most mysterious female genitalia!
My penis was inside Sister Mei, who had always been like a goddess to me, feeling the warmth and moisture of her vagina bringing me both physical and mental comfort on this cold night. I couldn't believe it was real! I was truly connected with Sister Mei!
Just a few hours ago, we were boss and employee; just a few hours ago, I was secretly admiring her with timid eyes—my sacred goddess! Lin Aimei! Sister Mei! And now, at 19, my first taste of forbidden fruit was being guided by this beautiful Sister Mei, whom I dared not look directly at!
Mei's eyes were tightly closed. Even now, with our genitals intertwined, her face remained indifferent, though her breathing began to grow heavier.
As I pondered this, I savored the proud masculine possessiveness emanating from our tight union. Mei, straddling me, held my shoulders, her snow-white breasts slowly swaying up and down. Then, her movements became more pronounced, her full breasts bobbing left and right in rhythm with our lovemaking.
"Ah! My God!" With Mei's skillful movements growing more intense, my penis felt an indescribable surge of pleasure, like an electric shock. This feeling made me want to scream, but I couldn't utter a sound.
Mei was on top of me, her hips thrashing wildly as she vigorously manipulated my penis with her slippery vagina, pressing her rosy lips tightly against mine, her tongue gently licking my teeth and tongue.
Mei's flowing hair obscured my vision, preventing me from seeing her face, but I could feel the ecstatic pleasure she was giving me. I cupped Mei's undulating buttocks in my hands, closed my eyes, and silently savored the white plum blossom, so fragile from the snowstorm, bringing this innocent boy all the joy she offered… Was it a dream? Or a hallucination?
If it was a dream,
how could such a thrilling erotic dream produce such intense physical pleasure?
Was it a hallucination?
But how could such a vivid hallucination feel so real as to experience Mei's touch and kisses?
Was it a dream or a hallucination? Never mind! I won't think about it anymore. I just wish this divine feeling would never end.
A gust of cold wind swept outside the car, causing all the dry willow branches in the woods to sway wildly and rustle loudly. The bright moon cast a gentle light, reflecting on the gently flowing canal and the white Jinbei van parked in the woods by the river. Under the moonlight, the car seemed to sway violently in the wind, its body jolting violently, and the excited panting of a couple making love occasionally drifted out.
A thick layer of condensation covered the car windows. A woman's slender hand pressed forcefully against the window, leaving a clear handprint on the warm, condensation-filled glass. Despite the biting wind outside, a passionate couple inside the car, naked and facing each other, were panting and sweating profusely.
That was me and my sister Mei!
On that cold night, by that somewhat desolate suburban canal, in that Jinbei van used for hauling goods, that enchanting time became an unforgettable and eternal memory for both of us.
If true lovemaking is the genuine union of spirit and flesh, then I would give myself a perfect score for my performance that night. Having tasted the wonders of sex for the first time, and with the woman I had always dreamed of as my lover, my longing for a woman's body and my admiration for Sister Mei transformed into a passionate and intense response to her. I believed that no woman would ever again inspire such a wholehearted and devoted performance from me.
Although I initially lacked any knowledge of sex, I was inevitably at a loss. Yet, human instinct drove me, amidst the pleasure, to follow the rhythm of Sister Mei's movements, thrusting my penis forcefully in sync with hers.
Mei seemed pleased that I had suddenly become more aware of her feelings. She stopped kissing me and rubbed her burning cheeks against mine, murmuring softly with pleasure. I held her tightly around the waist, caressing her full, white buttocks, trying to keep every inch of her skin pressed against mine. At the same time, my penis thrust faster and more skillfully into her vagina.
Mei's delicate flower was already overflowing with her juices from my fucking. Her face was no longer expressionless! Instead, with the approach of orgasm, it showed a tender, bittersweet expression.
From her ecstatic expression, I found immense psychological satisfaction as a man conquering a woman.
I secretly rejoiced at having her under my control.
Just as we were completely immersed in our lovemaking, Mei's phone rang again.
It was the same song, "Hiroshima Mon Amour," a duet by Karen Mok and Chang Hung-liang.
"You should have rejected me long ago, shouldn't have let me pursue you, given me the story I longed for, leaving behind a name I can't forget. Time can't be turned back, space is easily broken, twenty-four hours of love is a beautiful memory I'll never forget." "Crossing the border of morality, we walked through the forbidden zone of love, enjoying the illusion of happiness, misunderstanding the meaning of joy. Who was too brave, saying they liked parting, as long as today didn't mean tomorrow, watching love slip through their fingers and still saying goodbye." "Not enough time to love you properly, should have stopped the frivolous game long ago, willing to be abandoned by you even if it's just understanding and separation, unwilling to love without an answer or ending, not enough time to hate you properly, finally understanding that hating someone isn't easy, before love and hate disappear, warm my face with your hands to prove to me that I truly loved you, loved you, loved you, loved you, loved you." Neither Sister Mei nor I hung up, letting the phone finish playing a song and then the music fade away.
In my pleasure, I didn't want to let go of Sister Mei's body.
And Sister Mei, I don't even know if she was still conscious at that time!
The music that accompanied our passionate lovemaking stirred a touch of melancholy within me.
The moral boundaries had been so easily crossed by Mei-jie and me. But would she allow me to so easily breach the forbidden zones of love in her heart with this surge of passion? Watching Mei-jie, though she was enjoying myself immensely, I noticed a lack of sweetness in her eyes when she looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of sadness.
But at this moment, on the verge of climax, I had no time to think about such things.
The joy of a young man's first experience with love and his physical desire for a woman's body gave me complete satisfaction with Mei-jie, and I hummed happily as I ejaculated for the first time!
When I boldly ejaculated my first spurt of semen into Sister Mei's delicate, sacred vulva, the scalding semen began to splash passionately within her lubricated vagina, continuing until her vagina could no longer hold so many seeds of love. I was still ejaculating, the thick semen flowing down Sister Mei's vulva onto my own thighs, then seeping down onto the mattress under the car… Sister Mei, somewhat lost in the pleasure, gripped my shoulders tightly, shaking her disheveled long hair and softly calling out, "Husband! Husband… I want more… more!" Sister Mei's intoxicated moans pierced my heart once more.
The clouds dispersed, the moonlight remained bright. I held Sister Mei tightly in my arms, our lovemaking intense. We kissed and caressed each other's bodies. Until we were both too exhausted to continue, we lay quietly in each other's arms for a while.
After a while, Sister Mei gently broke free from my embrace and silently sat up to get dressed.
I also silently sat up, pulling up my pants while thinking about what to say to Sister Mei.
"Forget about tonight!" Sister Mei said in a calm tone as she put on her bra, tossed her black turtleneck sweater down from under her chin to cover her body, and curled up to put on her underwear and tight pants.
I hugged her from behind again, my hands grasping and kneading her breasts, which I had been fondling for so long: "No! Sister Mei! I can't forget tonight! I can't forget you either." "Let go!" Sister Mei struggled to break free from my grasp. After putting on her pants, she said gently, as usual, while putting on her boots, "You know what kind of person Xing-ge is, and you seem like a little brother to me. I shouldn't have taken it out on you today after having a few drinks and feeling a bit wronged. Let's both forget about tonight when we get back, okay? Let's act like nothing happened, okay?" There seemed to be a pleading tone in Mei-jie's voice.
It seemed I could never enter Mei-jie's forbidden zone of love. I'm not stupid; from the moment she threw herself into my arms, I knew I was just a substitute for her venting her dissatisfaction with her family. But I… I truly, from the bottom of my heart, fell in love with this beautiful married woman who was already a mother. Could I really just silently endure the torment by her side, pretending nothing had happened, while spending every day with her?
I struggled internally for a long time, but ultimately chose to compromise with reality.
I couldn't bear to give up this decent job, and even more so, I couldn't bear to leave Mei-jie, my goddess. Even if something like tonight never happened again, I would still choose to stay by her side, even if it was just silently watching her like before.
On the way home, neither Mei nor I spoke a word to each other.
I drove absentmindedly, while Mei sat in the passenger seat with the window down, lazily resting her chin on her hand, quietly enjoying the cold wind while lost in thought. The wind blew her long, disheveled hair around her temples, and the faint fragrance of white plum blossoms wafted towards me. In the darkness, the indescribable, melancholic beauty emanating from Mei made me, who was driving and stealing glances at her, momentarily lose myself in thought. Fortunately, it was late at night, the road was wide open, and nothing untoward happened.
When we got home, Xing was already impatiently waiting.
The phone call I hadn't answered while Mei and I were deeply in love was from Xing. His mother wanted Mei to pick up her granddaughter so as not to disturb her mahjong game, but Mei couldn't tolerate this shrewish mother-in-law any longer and finally snapped, ignoring her. She had no choice but to call Xing and hurl insults at Mei. Xing is a filial son. Although he knew his mother was wrong, Mei's unbearable attitude towards her mother infuriated him.
He picked up the child from school that night, intending to have a big fight with Mei, but found the house empty. She wouldn't answer his calls, and his pent-up anger led him to unleash a torrent of abuse upon seeing her. Mei
seemed fed up with this life. No matter how much Xing argued, even threatening to hit her, she remained indifferent.
I quickly explained to Xing that the restaurant closed late that day, and the old lady had asked Mei to come pick up the child so she could play cards. Mei had argued with the old lady on the phone, got upset, drank some alcohol, and had just returned from the restaurant, as evidenced by the untouched food she had packed. I didn't know how to use Mei's phone and therefore didn't answer Xing's call.
Xing was still furious and kicked Mei hard. I had to drag him upstairs to get him to come up. Mei didn't cry, nor did she say anything to Xing. She just stayed alone until I came back upstairs. She greeted me but ignored all my attempts to comfort her and went upstairs too.
Then, Xing's cursing and the baby's cries came from upstairs again.
The commotion lasted until dawn before Xing angrily drove off in his Audi, disappearing somewhere.
Maybe I'm just a coward! When Xing kicked Mei, I considered stopping him and giving him a good beating. He's definitely becoming more and more of a scoundrel. And Mei is no longer just someone I secretly admire. But seeing Xing's vicious look, I, like Mei, chose to swallow my anger. I just hoped to persuade him to stop being so rough with Mei; a wife is meant to be loved, not beaten.
He knows what kind of person his mother is, but seeing Mei's dejected state makes him furious. I think if he knew the real reason for Sister Mei's listlessness, it wouldn't have been as simple as just kicking her.
After Xing left, life continued peacefully. The difference was that every time the night was quiet, I would quietly relive that night in the woods by the canal, that passionate encounter with Sister Mei in the car.
My mind would replay every inch of Sister Mei's skin like a movie, especially the enchanting image of her spreading her legs and revealing her mysterious flower when we first met. Every time, it made my penis erect.
A boy alone in his room, full of desire, could only find satisfaction by imitating Sister Mei, masturbating until he ejaculated. But after masturbating, he felt a deep sense of loss because he could no longer have such wonderful moments with Sister Mei.
These days, Sister Mei was indifferent to me. It was as if nothing had happened between us that night. In my loneliness, I could only look at the pictures of plums to quench my thirst, still secretly observing Sister Mei's every smile and frown to comfort my disappointed heart.
Before I knew it, Xing had been away from home for over a month, out gallivanting. Sister Mei tried calling him a few times, but his cell phone was always off. She called the construction company, and the person who answered told her that Xing hadn't been to the company recently. The person also told her to persuade Xing to stop gambling; the construction site was already two months behind on wages, and business was a mess without Xing. If things continued like this, a promising business would be ruined.
Sister Mei hung up the phone, her expression somewhat gloomy. Although I was just a hired hand in her household, I understood the situation very well. The people Xing knew weren't good people; they spent their days gambling and visiting prostitutes, and one or two of them were drug addicts. Sister Mei had opposed Xing associating with them from the very beginning. Xing Ge, being loyal and needing their help with some business issues, ignored Mei Jie's advice.
Now, these people have completely dragged Xing Ge into a mess. This once loving couple, who never argued before, are now constantly fighting; it's clear to everyone that their marriage is nearing its end.
With the Spring Festival approaching, Xing Ge still hasn't returned. Mei Jie sent Ya Ya back to her parents' home to be cared for by her maternal grandmother. She focuses on managing the shop, knowing that if Xing Ge continues like this, the construction team, without any foundation and relying solely on him, will inevitably go bankrupt. Fortunately, Xing Ge bought the two-story duplex shop in Mei Jie's name. The shop's owner is also listed as Mei Jie. Mei Jie hopes that her efforts in supporting this relatively prosperous shop can be helpful in Xing Ge's time of need, so she's been working extra hard lately.
I also silently accompany Mei Jie, working even harder to manage the clothing store. On one hand, it was to earn more money for myself; on the other hand, it was for the woman I loved, so I was willing to put in extra effort. I only hoped that my efforts would make Sister Mei happy. Unfortunately, Sister Mei seemed unmoved, her heart as still as water. My heart, which had been restless for a long time after the initial passion, gradually grew cold with the passage of time, but my love for Sister Mei remained unchanged.
Finally, Sister Mei and Brother Xing made contact.
But Brother Xing, mired in debt, still showed no intention of going home. He was hiding in a bathhouse run by a local thug friend, gambling and visiting prostitutes every day, refusing to go home. Because of her pride, Sister Mei couldn't go to such a place to find him. She could only beg Brother Xing not to lose all his money and to come home as soon as possible. But Brother Xing completely ignored her. Only once did he vaguely indicate that he would come home for the Spring Festival. This made Sister Mei's tightly furrowed brows relax a little.
On New Year's Eve, Sister Mei prepared a table full of food. She dressed up carefully, and her light makeup made her even more radiant. To share in the festive atmosphere, she wore a red wool coat, black skinny jeans, and red high-heeled boots, along with gold earrings and a gold necklace. She even dug out her engagement ring from her wedding with Xing Ge. All of this was deliberately done to win Xing Ge back.
She hoped the new year would bring a fresh start, including Xing Ge's career and their love. This time, she was determined not to let Xing Ge leave again, and she would make him come back no matter what. After all, Xing Ge was the most important person to her; they had been so loving and caring towards each other. She believed that with enough effort, the difficulties would pass.
Xing Ge's phone went unanswered from the morning of New Year's Eve. It wasn't until almost dinnertime that Sister Mei dialed dozens of times before Xing Ge finally answered.
"Hey! What?" Xing's tone was clearly impatient.
"It's New Year's Eve today. Are you coming home? The food is all ready," Mei said gently to Xing.
I, who hadn't gone home for the New Year because I didn't want to leave Mei, felt a pang of sadness. After all, they were still husband and wife. Even after their fierce arguments, Mei was still so gentle and considerate towards Xing. But Mei had never spoken to me with such tenderness since that passionate encounter.
"I'm not going home! I'm playing cards with some buddies! You eat by yourself!" Although Xing's gambling mood had been interrupted, he still felt a little guilty hearing his beloved wife, whom he hadn't seen for many days and had argued with before leaving, so considerately inviting him home for New Year's Eve dinner. His tone became much gentler. "I'll go back tomorrow afternoon. I'll take Ya Ya to wish Mom a Happy New Year. That's all. They're asking me to play cards!" Xing hung up the phone before Mei could say anything more.
I clearly saw the excited anticipation on Sister Mei's face gradually fade, and then, still clutching the phone, her pale face revealed a desolate sorrow.
"Is Xing not coming back?" I stood beside Sister Mei and heard their conversation clearly, but I still asked.
Sister Mei hung up the phone, turned around, and suddenly gave me a nonchalant smile, saying, "He's busy. Never mind, let's eat, just the two of us!" People in the street had already started setting off firecrackers continuously. The CCTV Spring Festival Gala was about to begin.
Sister Mei and I had just started our New Year's Eve dinner.
Sister Mei had specially prepared a bottle of dry red wine, and now, heavy with worries, she sat in front of me, drinking one glass after another in silence. How I wanted to pull her into my arms and comfort her with deep affection! But when I thought of how resolute Sister Mei's words were that day, I didn't dare. I could only silently watch with heartache as my beloved woman tried to numb herself with alcohol.
"Sister Mei, stop drinking!" This dry red wine isn't very strong, but drinking like this, so recklessly, is still very harmful to her health. I'm a kind person, after all. Although Sister Mei was the one who offered herself to me when she was down, I still felt guilty towards Xing Ge and her afterwards. So when I saw the blush on her face, I knew I couldn't let her drink anymore, and I decisively reached out to stop her.
"What are you doing? It's the New Year, what's wrong with having a little drink? I won't drink, but you can have it!" Sister Mei was a little agitated, and spoke loudly to me, slamming the bottle down in front of me.
"I know you're upset, Sister Mei, but I... but I really don't want to see you ruining yourself like this anymore. I also know that in your heart I'm still just a country bumpkin, but I really want you to know how much I care about you." It was probably because seeing the woman I love in pain made my inner torment unbearable. I mustered my courage and boldly confessed to Sister Mei, "As long as you don't give up on yourself after every setback, I'm willing to drink this bottle of wine for you! As long as you know that Xing-ge isn't the only one who cares about you and loves you!" With that, I took the bottle, tossed it back, and gulped
down most of the red wine in a few gulps. Sister Mei looked up; was her gaze surprised? Was it heartache? Or affection? I couldn't tell. Having never drunk alcohol before, my tolerance was even lower than a woman's, and after finishing most of the bottle, my head immediately went numb.
I stared blankly at Sister Mei for a moment. Then, I suddenly collapsed onto the dining table, Sister Mei's scream still echoing in my ears: "Xiao Liang..." When I woke up again, I had no idea when or where I was. I just felt myself lying on a large, soft bed. I was covered with a thick blanket, feeling incredibly warm. Although I was somewhat conscious, my whole body was sore and limp like a lump of mud. I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes. My mouth was parched, and my throat burned with thirst. I mumbled, "Water! Water. I'm thirsty..." Suddenly, a warm arm lifted my neck, and I felt myself lying on a woman's smooth thigh. In my dazed state, all I could think about was drinking water; I didn't consider anything else, and I didn't even notice the familiar plum blossom fragrance emanating from the woman.
A glass of cool water was brought to my lips. I tried to drink it, feeling the steam, but I couldn't control my mouth. Not a drop went in; half of it spilled down my chin.
"Sigh!" A familiar woman's voice sighed softly.
After a while, the woman gently pulled me into her arms, and I felt a warm, moist mouth pressed against mine. She skillfully pried open my teeth with her tongue and spat a trickle of warm water into my mouth.
Finally, I had water! I drank the water she fed me mouthfully in one gulp, but it was like a drop in the ocean; it didn't quench my thirst and made me even thirstier.
"Water! More!" I whispered, urging her.
"Mmm!" the woman gently replied, continuing to feed me water mouth-to-mouth. The water from her mouth was warm and sweet, with a delicate fragrance of winter plum blossoms. I greedily sucked on her tongue, not wanting to waste a single drop of her sweet spring.
Finally, I had drunk my fill. I closed my eyes to rest for a while. At this moment, I was gradually regaining some consciousness; my body could move, and I could open my eyes. But the thick curtains were drawn, and the lights were off. In my drunken state, everything was pitch black, and I still couldn't tell where I was. But it was clear that I was being held in the arms of a familiar woman, my head resting on her smooth, full thighs. Calming down, I smelled the plum blossom fragrance emanating from her again, and I became much more awake.
"Sister Mei?" In the darkness, I groped to get up, while firecrackers continued to sound outside the window. It seems it hasn't been as long as I thought; it should still be New Year's Eve.
"Hmm," Sister Mei murmured softly in response.
Unlike her usual answers, in that simple word, I heard the tenderness and shyness that Sister Mei used to only show to Brother Xing.
"Where is this? This isn't my bedroom... My bed isn't this big... The blanket isn't this thick." My hands frantically searched in the darkness, trying to find the light switch, but having only just regained consciousness, I had absolutely no sense of direction in the dark. In my daze, I grabbed a soft, jade-like object radiating feminine warmth.
Ah! It was Sister Mei's breast!
After touching Sister Mei's breast once, I remembered the warmth of holding it in my hands for the rest of my life. I had always longed to hold those magnificent breasts again and continue to be intimate with them forever.
But when my fingers clearly felt the warmth of Sister Mei's nipple again, I couldn't help but be startled. Although I had just been lying on her bare thighs, I hadn't thought much of it. Now I finally realized that Sister Mei was actually lying naked in the same bed with me. In my panic, I didn't even have time to savor the feeling of touching Sister Mei's breasts again. I quickly moved away from her, not daring to get too close. But in my panic, I almost fell off the bed.
"Watch out!" Sister Mei quickly pulled me back down, making me lie down next to her again. She adjusted my pillow to make it more comfortable. Then she scolded me softly, "You scared me to death! You've never drunk alcohol before, and you dared to drink so much. Luckily it was just a bottle of red wine; if it had been baijiu, you would have been rushed to the hospital by now." "Sister Mei," I lay quietly beside her, pulling the blanket up to my chin, trying my best to control myself. I wasn't sure if I had done anything inappropriate to Sister Mei while drunk! Otherwise, why would she be lying naked next to me? I asked nervously, "After drinking, I didn't...didn't do anything, did I?" Sister Mei chuckled in the darkness. "Did you? Throw up, of course. You threw up all over the living room. It took me ages to clean it up. You used to do this kind of work. Remember to owe me one more time, and make it up to me when you quit your job, okay?" I said, feeling embarrassed. However, the fact that Sister Mei was in the mood to joke with me meant that I hadn't done anything wrong, and she seemed to be in a much better mood.
At that moment, my head suddenly throbbed again, and I stopped talking to Sister Mei. I just nestled close to her, vaguely enjoying the warmth and fragrance of her body.
After what seemed like an eternity, when I struggled to sit up again and asked, "What time is it?", I was almost fully awake when I suddenly realized that not only was Sister Mei completely naked, but I was naked too! We had been naked together like this for who knows how long. No wonder I could feel the soft, warm sensation of Sister Mei's body so clearly.
"Ah!" I cried out in surprise as I struggled to sit up, waking Sister Mei, who was also a little sleepy. Seeing me rummaging around on the bed in the dark, she asked, puzzled, "Xiao Liang! What are you looking for?" "My...my underwear, where are my underwear, Sister Mei?" I asked, looking distressed.
"I washed it for you, and hung it to dry on the balcony." Sister Mei picked up her phone from the bedside table and checked the time: 11:30 PM.
The last day of the year was almost over. The firecrackers and fireworks outside were going off even more intensely. It was clear that everyone was waiting for the New Year's Eve bells to ring so they could celebrate with a blaze of color. Every now and then, a few fireworks would streak across the sky outside the window, exploding in beautiful bursts of light. Although the thick curtains in Sister Mei's bedroom were drawn, a bright ray of light would occasionally flash through.
In that fleeting glimpse, I saw Sister Mei lying diagonally beside me, her head resting on her bent right arm, the blanket pulled up to her chest, exposing her plump, luscious breasts. She was looking at me, who was sitting in the same bed, half-smiling, half-asleep, surprised and flustered.
"My underwear...it was so dirty, and you had to wash it! How embarrassing!" The thought of my filthy underwear, worn for a week, being seen by my dream girl and then washed by her filled me with shame; I wanted to disappear into the ground.
"You're right! Xiao Liang, you're so unhygienic! If you're ever this disgusting again, don't even think about getting into my bed!" Sister Mei playfully punched me lightly.
"Don't even think about getting into Sister Mei's bed next time?" I understood the unspoken meaning in Sister Mei's words, my head bowed in shame.
"So there's a next time?" I moved closer to Sister Mei, tentatively reaching out to gently stroke her bare thigh under the covers.
Sister Mei didn't reject my touch. Instead, she lowered her head slightly. In the darkness, she whispered to me,
"Xiao Liang, I know how you feel about me. But we're not a good match in any way. I didn't want to hold you back, nor did I want to ruin my own family because of you." "But I didn't know you were so serious about me. We both have a long life ahead of us. Since we both need emotional support, why should I deliberately avoid you? Until you find a woman who truly loves you, let me be your support! I also hope you can share some of my burdens, okay?" I was overjoyed! I hugged Sister Mei tightly and kissed her cheek affectionately. In the darkness, Sister Mei blushed again and obediently pressed her face against my bare chest. One finger gently teased my nipple, giving me an unbearable, tingling pleasure.
Sister Mei buried her head deep in my chest and caressed me seductively for a moment, then whispered, "But you know your Xing-ge, he can be really good when he's nice, but worse than anyone else when he's mean. We absolutely can't let him know about our affair, understand?" I nodded, and reached out to grasp one of Sister Mei's beautiful breasts, gently kneading it. I whispered in her ear, "Sister Mei, why don't you divorce him? I'll marry you!" "Shut up! You little devil!" Sister Mei stopped caressing my nipple and gently placed her slender, jade-like fingers on my lips.
"As I just said, I'm willing to accept you because I'm so moved by your deep affection for me!
And I feel guilty for my reckless affair that led you to be so infatuated with me; this is a debt of conscience I'm repaying. I also hope you can share the burden that Xing-ge can't share, so that I can have a temporary haven, both physically and mentally, when I'm hurt again." "But my true home is only Xing-ge. Although he's currently not doing anything productive, and his mother is so annoying, the feelings between us are something you can't understand. Silly child, that's why you haven't truly experienced love yet; real love is far more complex than you understand. Never mind, you'll understand when you find a woman you truly love. Anyway, you're not allowed to say a bad word about Xing-ge from now on, understand?" "Understood!" Although I said that, I still felt a little disappointed. But Xing-ge truly did give me a chance, and to be honest, encouraging his wife to divorce him did make my conscience bother me. Even though his wife was my closest lover, I still felt incredibly guilty after saying that.
"Well…" Sister Mei's eyes held a seductive allure, her two large, almond-shaped eyes already gleaming with desire.
"Xiao Liang, how about a different kind of New Year's Eve?" Sister Mei said ambiguously, her fingers tracing my naked body.
In the darkness, I smiled shyly, which was my answer.
Sister Mei's hand skillfully grasped my penis and began to stroke it.
This time, Sister Mei's stroke was noticeably more tender than the wildness of the last time.
I shamefully got hard!
While stroking me, Sister Mei gently kissed my entire body with her cherry-red lips. She continued kissing until my penis, which she had been holding and stroking, was incredibly hard. Her beautiful lips lightly touched the head of my penis. Being kissed on the genitals by a woman for the first time filled me with immense excitement, and I couldn't help but shiver.
Sister Mei probably sensed my trembling. She looked up and chuckled, "Silly boy!" Then she climbed down to my lower body, lowered her head, and gently took my penis into her mouth, licking it up and down with her tongue. It
felt so good! The sensation of Sister Mei sucking my penis and rubbing the glans with her tongue was like an electric shock. Sister Mei gently licked my penis, and soon my erection reached its peak.
Sister Mei knew that if she licked a few more times, I might ejaculate into her mouth. Just at the critical moment, Sister Mei stopped giving me oral sex. Holding my wet penis, she smiled mischievously at me. That adorable expression made you completely forget that she was already a mother. With her rich experience in bed, she naturally knew a man's limits and controlled the intensity of her oral sex perfectly.
"How does it feel?" Sister Mei shook my penis.
"Ha! I almost came!" I pinched Sister Mei's brownish-red nipple and asked mischievously, "If I had just come in your mouth, would you have blamed me?" "Of course not! So what if I came? I can just lick you hard again and we can start over!" Sister Mei replied with a coquettish laugh, pulling me up to sit.
Holding Sister Mei's hand and hearing her speak so blatantly, I couldn't help but feel my face burning.
Mei kicked off the covers, arranged the pillows, tidied her disheveled long hair, and lay on her back on the bed, skillfully spreading her legs. She hugged her knees, her beautiful vulva blooming before me once more. Just like the last time in the van, she proactively assumed a submissive position, a posture of female desire for intercourse, and asked me in a tone as seductive as that alluring pose, "Do you know what to do this time, Xiao Liang?" That time by the canal, I, unfamiliar with the pleasures of the bedroom, was at a loss, staring blankly at Mei's parted legs. To this day, Mei's sexually inviting posture has appeared countless times in my dreams. Now that she has truly assumed this position again, I naturally won't be as clueless as an idiot. However, the dark room prevented me from glimpsing Mei's vulva once more. I could only reach out and experience her unforgettable, beautiful genitals.
My hands hadn't left Sister Mei's beautiful breasts since earlier, and now they gradually moved down her breasts, brushing past her rounded belly, across her sexy navel, and reaching her thick, dark forest. Through her pubic hair, I finally touched her already wet, tender vulva.
Following the light of the occasional flashes of fireworks, I saw Sister Mei slightly furrow her brows, close her eyes, and turn her head to the side, softly moaning, seemingly savoring my caresses. She slightly twisted her waist, her beautiful vulva, like a plum blossom, gently responding to my fingers' caresses. I felt something like a fleshy lump—Sister Mei's clitoris. I carefully caressed it with my fingers, and Sister Mei occasionally let out joyful cries.
"Come on! I want you!" Sister Mei couldn't hold back any longer! She reached out and grasped my penis, guiding me to kneel between her parted legs, showing me the correct route to enter her body.
"Wait!" My burning hot glans was already pressed tightly against Sister Mei's smooth, moist vaginal opening. With just a little force, I could be tightly united with the woman of my dreams once again.
But then, I suddenly remembered something and stopped my impulse.
"What's wrong? Xiao Liang?" Sister Mei, already aroused and impatient, opened her slightly closed almond-shaped eyes and asked in confusion.
"Sister Mei, bring me your phone." I pointed to the phone on Sister Mei's pillow.
Although Sister Mei didn't know what I was going to do, she still obediently picked up the phone and handed it to me.
I unlocked it, searched through the MP3 player, found that familiar song, and pressed play.
Then I hurriedly climbed back onto Sister Mei's lower body, spread her legs, grabbed her delicate ankles with both hands, and like an old man pushing a cart, I thrust my lower body hard and began to mount her, forcefully inserting my penis into the tender, plum-like flower between Sister Mei's legs.
As my penis fully penetrated Mei Jie's beautiful vagina, the moment our pubic hair brushed against each other, Mei Jie let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling as if electrocuted. Perhaps I had penetrated too deep, reaching her cervix; her beautiful face displayed that familiar, ecstatic expression, which stirred my heart. I couldn't help but begin thrusting my penis vigorously into Mei Jie's vagina, pumping wildly and intensely, beginning a soul-stirring, soul-consuming act of intercourse with her.
At that moment, the song that was about to play on my phone began its plaintive, mournful melody.
It was still that song that had etched so many memories between Mei Jie and me: "Hiroshima Mon Amour."
"Crossing the borders of morality, we walked through the forbidden zone of love, enjoying the illusion of happiness, misunderstanding the meaning of joy. Who was so brave, saying they liked parting, as long as today didn't mean tomorrow, watching love slip through their fingers and still saying goodbye?" "I loved you!" I had finally officially entered Mei Jie's forbidden zone of love! Although my feelings were accepted by Sister Mei a little later than mere lust that crossed moral boundaries, perhaps truly entering the heart of the one I love is a thousand times more joyful than simply possessing her body!
If last time I felt a union of spirit and flesh while Sister Mei merely released her dissatisfaction, then this time Sister Mei completely opened her heart to me, just as I had. Perfect sex requires more than just skillful sexual techniques; more importantly, it requires a feeling of connection between hearts. Sister Mei, a woman burdened by love and life's pressures, finally opened the door to the forbidden realm of love for me, showering me with boundless tenderness.
Sister Mei's joyful moans clearly indicated this to me.
"Ah! Xiao Liang! Harder! Your big cock feels so good inside me! More... um... my baby!
Ah... I love you... darling... don't leave me, Xiao Liang!" Mei, pinned beneath me and relentlessly fucked, twisted her hips, her noble vulva welcoming my cock, moaning wildly in a daze. Looking at my drowsy, seductive eyes, filled with tenderness and affection, she deeply encouraged me. Mei
climaxed!
She bit my shoulder tightly, drawing blood, but I still relentlessly fucked her. After crossing the moral border and entering the forbidden zone of love with Mei, wasn't this the perfect sexual experience we wanted? Watching my goddess moan so excitedly under my cock, I felt both triumphant and satisfied. After a series of intense thrusts, seeing Mei's dazed state from the climax, I couldn't help but ejaculate as well.
"Ai Mei!" I boldly called out Mei's name for the first time! Kneeling between her parted legs, I held her slender waist and whispered in her ear, silently enjoying my climax, Sister Mei.
Sister Mei slowly opened her eyes, weakly letting out a soft "hmm" through her nose in inquiry.
I held Sister Mei's waist, my hips swaying as I increased the speed of our lovemaking. I was already drenched in sweat.
Panting, I grabbed her soft breasts and kneaded them forcefully, whimpering to Sister Mei, "I...I'm about to cum!" Sister Mei smiled slightly, her eyes filled with shy blush, and said nothing. Suddenly, she turned her head towards the window with the curtains drawn.
Outside, flowers bloomed in profusion, brightening the sky. A wall clock on the wall rang in the New Year amidst the crackling of firecrackers in the street.
Illuminated by the fireworks, I clearly saw Sister Mei's alluring figure, like a snow-white plum blossom I had plucked from a branch, pitifully vulnerable, at my mercy. My penis thrashed about inside her dripping, beautiful vagina a few more times, finally unable to hold back any longer, ejaculating as the New Year's bells rang for the last time…
The music from "Hiroshima Mon Amour" had finished playing.
But my story with Sister Mei had just begun.
The New Year's bells had rung.
Sister Mei's forbidden zone of love had been opened.
A white plum blossom, nearly withered by the winter's cold winds, might bloom again in the new year after receiving new rain and dew, its blossoms perhaps even more beautiful and noble, its fragrance sweeter and more alluring.
And me, am I the gardener who nurtured the flower, or the thief who picked it?
Only Sister Mei herself knows the answer!
It was 8 p.m., closing time.
The neon sign of Liangying Clothing Store shone brightly on the bleak winter night.
Because of the cold weather, business had been declining lately after dusk.
There wasn't a single customer in the store at the moment; the bright and clean shop was empty except for me and the proprietress, Sister Mei, as we meticulously calculated the day's accounts on the computer at the counter. Once the last transaction was completed, it would be time to close.
I was the shop assistant.
After graduating from junior high school, my parents died early, and I had been living with my grandfather ever since. I no longer had the financial means to continue my studies, so I had to come to this small city to work with the adults from my village.
I started as a laborer on a construction site. Later, Xing, the boss of the construction team, noticed that I was quiet, honest, hardworking, and efficient. He promoted me and gave me a job as an apprentice at his wife Lin Aimei's clothing store. The job included room and board and a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan.
Last year, I turned 18. Xing even paid for my driver's license test and bought Aimei's store a Jinbei van for hauling goods. Since buying the van, besides continuing to help Aimei with the store and greet customers, I've also taken on the job of a driver, driving to pick up goods every few days.
Occasionally, I also have to pick up Xing and Aimei's four-year-old daughter, Yaya, from Xing's mother's house in another district. The workload is considerable, but it's much better than working under the sun and wind on the construction site, and the salary has increased to 1,500 yuan. I also get to practice my driving skills, so I'm quite content.
Xing's surname is Yu, and he's a newly emerging small boss of a construction team in this city. In his early thirties, Xing built a construction team of hundreds of people from scratch over ten years. While they couldn't compare to the wealthy bosses and managers, they still earned over a million yuan annually. Xing also had a wide circle of friends and was well-liked.
Logically, with their family's financial situation, he wouldn't have needed his wife to run a shop and work so hard. However, Mei and her mother-in-law were constantly at odds, so Xing bought a two-story duplex on this commercial street. She and her daughter, Yaya, lived upstairs, and opened the clothing store downstairs, to escape her mahjong-loving and troublesome mother-in-law.
Although I was just a working-class kid in their family, I could tell that Xing and Mei were good people. In my eyes, Xing was capable and loyal, and Mei was beautiful and virtuous—a perfect match. Therefore, I respected and was close to them, unlike the cold relationship between other bosses and workers. They were both very good to me, never treating me like an outsider, so we always got along very well. Having lacked family love growing up, I considered them like my own older brothers and sisters.
Xing's business was booming, and he was making more and more friends. But in the past year or so, a group of local scoundrels he'd befriended led him into a gambling addiction. He frequently gambled with them, often staying out for days on end, with stakes of tens of thousands of yuan each time. Mei had tried to persuade him many times, but he was too engrossed in gambling and his bad friends to listen. A few days ago, he had another argument with Mei over losing money, and in a fit of anger, Xing demanded a large sum of money to go out and squander. He hasn't been heard from for half a month.
Mei initially cried and made a scene, but after so many arguments, she's gotten used to it. Now, she can only distract herself by managing the business.
With the year-end approaching, business is booming, and Mei has been so busy lately that she hasn't had time to take care of the children. She begged her parents to take care of Yaya for half a month, and she felt bad troubling them again today, so she asked me to take Yaya to Xingge's parents' house for a few days. Mei's mother-in-law is a very annoying old lady. Even I, an outsider, find her mean-spirited, let alone Mei as her daughter-in-law.
Luckily, she wasn't home when I arrived; she was visiting. I handed Yaya over to Mei's father-in-law. He was a gentle old man, completely different from his wife, but he was always controlled by her at home, making him seem pitiful. He seemed happy to have his granddaughter keep him company.
At that moment, I leaned against the counter, my chin resting on my left hand, silently watching Mei, who was intently checking bills on the computer.
Mei is 31 years old and very pretty. She has fair skin, arched willow-leaf eyebrows, and her charming almond-shaped eyes often reveal a hint of melancholy, making her seem pitiful to behold. Mei rarely wears makeup. Her shoulder-length hair is simply styled in a ponytail, giving her an understated yet elegant air, far less flamboyant than the average shop owner.
Although she has already given birth, her figure remains perfectly proportioned, still a curvaceous S-shape. However, compared to the overly thin young women among her customers, Mei's slightly fuller figure possesses a unique charm of a mature woman.
As for clothing, Mei, being a clothing store owner, is naturally adept at styling. She wears a snow-white short down jacket, unzipped. The open jacket reveals her high, firm breasts. Mei's full breasts, tightly encased in a black turtleneck sweater, appear rounded and clearly defined. Even the slightest tremor of her breasts from occasional movements makes me, secretly watching from the side, uneasy.
Although the black sweater had a turtleneck, Sister Mei still wore a beige silk scarf around her beautiful neck, perfectly complementing her thick black woolen knee-length skirt, making her look elegant and graceful. Beneath the skirt, half of her slender legs, clad in black tight-fitting thermal leggings, were visible, and she wore high-top brown high-heeled leather boots.
I looked Sister Mei up and down, then stared blankly at her figure, intently working at her computer under the lamplight.
If Sister Mei's beauty could make a normal man want to commit a crime, then after getting to know her better, many more might choose to fall in love with her.
Sister Mei, usually gentle and kind, never showed any disdain for me, a poor laborer. Even when Brother Xing was giving me orders in a harsh tone, she repeatedly tried to persuade him to respect my dignity. She also always considered my needs in daily life, encouraging me when I felt discouraged by the hardships. From Sister Mei, I experienced the kind of care an older sister would show to her younger brother.
As for Xing Ge and Ya Ya, Sister Mei took meticulous care of them, a typical virtuous wife and loving mother. Even more commendable is that Sister Mei, whose personality is inherently gentle and even somewhat timid, reveals a different side—a strength beneath her gentleness—at work. She manages the small clothing store impeccably, and customers, while praising her kindness, always add the comment of competence.
In short, she lives up to her name. Sister Mei is like a pure white plum blossom standing tall and graceful in the harsh winter of life. Despite enduring the trials and tribulations of life's cold winds, she stands strong, blooming with noble petals and emitting a delicate fragrance that benefits others. I, too, am experiencing this harsh winter of life, and whenever I'm near this plum blossom, my heart is always warmed and filled with hope.
I don't know when it started, but every evening before closing time, during the quiet time I spend alone with Sister Mei, I like to secretly watch her.
Perhaps it's because she's so beautiful!
Or perhaps I've reached the age where I should be thinking about women?
Perhaps, it's both!
I'm practically an idiot when it comes to women.
Although most of the customers in my clothing store are women, and some young and beautiful women occasionally catch my eye, coming from a rural background, I'm both naive and aware of my family's circumstances. So initially, I was focused solely on my work, never entertaining any fantasies, just hoping to earn more money so my grandfather could find me a wife and I could live a stable life.
As for appreciating women, my simple nature makes it difficult for me to feel much attraction to those heavily made-up, talkative city girls.
But I don't know when it started, I began to be attracted to Sister Mei. In her, I not only experienced the care of a family member, but also felt my first longing for the opposite sex. The gentle, kind, beautiful, dignified, and unpretentious virtuous wife and loving mother that Sister Mei embodied in my mind—wasn't she the standard of the woman I dreamed of?
But regarding my desires as a woman, having come from the countryside, I was like a blank sheet of paper. Although I was almost 20, I knew absolutely nothing. I only had a vague concept from snippets of conversation on television, but I knew nothing about the specifics.
Therefore, my infatuation with Sister Mei was purely unrequited love.
In God's eyes, if Sister Mei is a swan, then I am merely a toad silently watching her. Sister Mei and Brother Xing's child is quite grown up, while I'm not much older than the child, still just a laborer. Perhaps God brought Sister Mei to me so that she could be the standard by which I choose my future wife? Lately, I often dream that my future wife will be as outstanding as Sister Mei, yet I don't quite believe I can be as lucky as Brother Xing.
I can suppress my admiration, but after all, I am a grown man. My physical needs multiply with age. So, although Sister Mei is a sacred goddess in my heart, every intentional or unintentional conversation with her, every occasional contact, even just smelling the faint fragrance of plum blossoms emanating from her, evokes a strong desire within me, even though I don't know how to release this wicked urge. And at this moment, that desire is secretly falling upon Sister Mei's full breasts with my cautious gaze.
Mei's black, tight-fitting turtleneck sweater accentuated her 35C breasts, revealing their curves to me as I leaned over the table, admiring her figure. Her rounded breasts rose and fell with the rhythm of her typing, making my breath catch in my throat.
"Finally finished!" Mei stretched and stood up, seemingly oblivious to the strange look in my eyes. Turning to me, she said, "Xiao Liang, let's close up shop quickly! We can go eat after we're done. I don't want to cook today, let's go to a restaurant!" "Okay!" I agreed and started working.
After closing, I drove Mei to our usual restaurant on another street for dinner.
Because the restaurant was so busy, Mei often didn't have time to cook. So I was used to eating out with her.
We ordered four dishes as usual, but before we could even eat, Mei's phone rang with Karen Mok and Chang Hung-liang's "Hiroshima Mon Amour."
A call was coming in.
"Hello? It's Mom! What's up?" It was Xing Ge's mother calling. That difficult old lady always called Sister Mei to cause trouble. This time seemed to be no different.
"What's wrong with Ya Ya? What? Playing mahjong? You don't have time to put her to bed and want me to pick her up?" Sister Mei looked at her watch; it was almost 9 p.m.
"Mom! I just closed the shop! I haven't even eaten yet! You want me to come pick her up now, but I won't get there until 11 p.m.! Why is the child so restless at night! And why are you playing mahjong so late? Even if you're playing mahjong, isn't Dad there to take care of her? We agreed that the child would stay with you for a few days... No... I'm not shirking my responsibility, but I'm really too busy... Mom... Please don't be like this, I..." As she spoke, Sister Mei's tears were almost falling.
I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite of Kung Pao Chicken. Although I felt a lot of sympathy for Sister Mei. But her mother-in-law, that old hag, often does these despicable things. I've seen her bully Sister Mei countless times over the years, and I'm used to it now. Right now, I just need to eat quickly so I can drive Sister Mei to her mother-in-law's to pick up Yaya. Damn! That round trip will probably take until late at night!
No matter how Sister Mei explains, the old lady on the other end of the phone just keeps cursing and urging her to hurry up and pick up the child so as not to interrupt her all-night mahjong game. Sister Mei tries to explain gently, but all she gets in return is more vicious insults and curses.
Soon, Sister Mei is brought to tears by the vicious old lady's abuse, tears that break my heart. Her mother-in-law's words become increasingly vile. Finally, Sister Mei can't take it anymore, so she turns off the phone, throws it aside, takes out a tissue to wipe her tears of grievance, and gives me a very embarrassed look.
I've been here long enough to know everything about the conflict between Sister Mei and her mother-in-law. Mei's family was an intellectual family, and her parents initially disapproved of her marrying Xing, whom they considered a good-for-nothing at the time. However, Mei was deeply in love with Xing and ultimately married the man she loved despite her parents' objections.
Xing's mother, however, harbored resentment because of the difficulties Xing had faced when he pursued Mei. Especially after Xing became successful, his mother disliked Mei even more, frequently making things difficult for her. This time, it was clearly a deliberate attempt to bully Mei.
But what could I, an outsider, do? I could only avoid her gaze to prevent further embarrassment, acting as if I knew nothing about her situation, yet a sharp pain pierced my heart.
Xing's mother seemed determined to get Mei to take the child away that very night, calling Mei several more times.
Mei bit her red lips, staring blankly at her phone. "Hiroshima Mon Amour" played several times before finally stopping. It seemed the old lady was at her wit's end.
I put some food on Mei Jie's plate. Mei Jie shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, and whispered, "I'm not eating! You eat by yourself. After you finish, drive me out for a walk!" I had no appetite for food. I asked the waiter to settle the bill, packed up the uneaten food, and took Mei Jie to the van.
"Going home?" I started the car and asked her quietly. She shook her head.
"Then... are we going to pick up Ya Ya from Xing Ge's mother's house?" I asked again. She shook her head again.
"Drive, to the canal," Mei Jie ordered.
"It's so late, what are we going to the canal for?" I asked cautiously, afraid that Mei Jie might do something foolish in her anger!
"Just go when I tell you to! Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Mei Jie snapped! This was the first time she had ever yelled at me like that. I felt a chill run down my spine, put the car in gear, and drove towards the suburbs.
There was a canal on the outskirts of the city, with weeping willows lining both banks. Every spring, the lush green willows make it a popular spot for citizens to enjoy the season.
But now, in the depths of winter, the willow leaves have long since fallen. Walking through the bare willow grove, I parked my car on a flat patch of ground near the canal.
Although winters in the south are cold, the river hadn't frozen. Tonight was the fifteenth of the lunar month, and a bright moon shone on the gently flowing river. A breeze rustled the dry willow branches, creating a unique, rustic charm of a winter night with a bright moon and sparse stars.
Sister Mei got out of the car and sat on a rock by the river, silently gazing at the moon's reflection in the water, biting her lower lip without uttering a word. I stood beside her, hands in my pockets, quietly admiring this middle-aged woman who stirred my imagination, alone under the moonlight, sighing in solitude, as if she were in a painting. I didn't know what to say to comfort her; instead, I felt that staying by her side a little longer would be enough.
After some time, Sister Mei seemed a little cold. I stood up, picked up a stone, and threw it hard into the river.
Watching the splashing water, I sighed and walked to the van.
I quickly opened the back door and let her sit down to rest. Then I turned on the car's heater to warm her up.
"Xiao Liang!" Sister Mei called softly, still watching the gently flowing river.
"Hmm, are you cold? Sister Mei, do you want to go back?" I asked, tucking my hands in.
"Stay a little longer," Sister Mei's tone softened considerably.
"Okay!" I replied, walking back and forth, feeling increasingly chilly.
"You've been living with me for three years, haven't you?" Sister Mei asked.
"Two and a half years!" I corrected.
"Oh! That's not short. You must have saved quite a bit of money these past few years, right? You're an honest boy, you don't smoke or drink. Save some more money, and in another two years you should be looking for a wife, right?" Sister Mei asked casually.
"I'm not even 20 yet, it's not too late to think about getting married in a few years. But I do want to go back home next year and renovate my family's house. In our rural area, you can't get married without a new house, and I also want my grandfather to have a better life." I told Sister Mei about my plans.
"Good boy! Sister Mei knows you're filial. But after you get married, don't let your wife suffer. She doesn't mind that you're not bad-tempered and is willing to live a stable life with you, bear your children, so you should be filial to your grandfather and not let your wife suffer, understand?" "I understand!" I replied, seemingly understanding. It seems Sister Mei has suffered a lot of grievances, and as a woman herself, she doesn't want to see my future wife suffer from such a mother-in-law.
"Sister, let's go back! It's almost 12 o'clock!" It was already midnight. I was getting impatient. I had been busy all day and hadn't eaten properly, so I felt a bit cold.
"Okay!" Sister Mei agreed softly.
I had just turned around excitedly to get in my car when suddenly a pair of slender, delicate hands grabbed my shirt tightly from behind. Then, Sister Mei pressed her face against my back and began to sob.
After a moment of helplessness, I stood there silently, letting Sister Mei cry for a while, before turning around to offer her some words of comfort. Before I could even speak, Sister Mei threw herself into my arms, continuing to sob softly while wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately.
I was stunned by Sister Mei's kisses, my eyes widening as I tried to see her clearly. In the hazy moonlight, I saw her crying, her face as beautiful as a pear blossom in the rain, as she lifted her head and kissed my face and lips wildly. In that instant, as if I understood something, I began to tightly embrace her slender waist, returning her kisses passionately.
I kissed the tears on Sister Mei's cheeks; her tears tasted bitter in my mouth. Although simple-minded, I wasn't stupid. I knew she wasn't doing this out of affection for me; all she needed was a man's comfort. Responding to her actions would be taking advantage of her vulnerability, and I'd also feel terrible for Xing-ge, who had always looked after me. But the alluring charm that Mei-jie exuded after her tears and grievances was an irresistible temptation.
Besides, I'd always secretly liked Mei-jie. It was a blessing that I could have such intimate contact with the woman of my dreams; it was truly worth it.
The moment my lips touched Mei-jie's, I couldn't control myself anymore. Abandoning my usual docile demeanor, I reached for Mei-jie's chest and began groping her. Through her black, tight-fitting sweater, I finally got my wish and could boldly fondle Mei-jie's breasts, which had fueled my fantasies every day. Even though there was a sweater between us, and Mei-jie's bra had thick padding, this was the first time in my life, apart from my mother, that I had ever held a woman's breasts. My heart was pounding with excitement!
Sister Mei seemed even more excited than I was, skillfully teasing my tongue with her own. That tingling, numbing sensation made me even more bewildered. Sister Mei completely ignored my confusion. While groping me haphazardly, she pushed me into the van.
The van was used by the clothing store to haul goods; all the seats in the back had been removed, leaving only the driver and front passenger seats. The back of the van was very spacious, and to prevent the newly arrived clothes from getting dirty, a thick layer of clean mattresses was laid out underneath.
I was pushed down into the van by Sister Mei, who got in and closed the sliding door. While continuing to kiss me, she began to unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants.
"No!" I gently pushed away Sister Mei's hand as she pulled down my pants. To a country boy like me, having my pants pulled down by a woman was incredibly shameful. Moreover, being naturally naive, aside from wanting to touch Sister Mei's breasts, I knew absolutely nothing about matters between men and women, and had no idea what she wanted to do by pulling down my pants.
Mei completely ignored me, quickly pulling my pants down to my ankles. My penis huddled awkwardly in the cold. Although kissing Mei and touching her breasts had stirred something within me, the fact that a woman had seen my penis for the first time made me feel shy and uneasy, completely extinguishing any physical arousal.
Mei hadn't uttered a word since we started kissing. At first, she was sobbing softly, but as I touched her breasts, the sobbing gradually gave way to short, rapid breaths. Once in the car, her sobs were completely gone. Now, Mei was breathing heavily, her left hand gripping my penis and stroking it vigorously a few times.
Somehow, the moment my penis touched Mei's warm palm, it became incredibly erect.
Seeing that I was getting an erection, Sister Mei's expressionless face flushed slightly. She continued to vigorously stroke my increasingly hard and large penis with her delicate, white hands, while turning to the side and beginning to undress, removing her clothes one by one.
The bright moonlight shone into the car, and lying on my back, I could clearly see Sister Mei biting her lower lip, slowly untying the beige silk scarf around her neck. She threw the scarf at my face, and I took it off and smelled it. The scarf was filled with the familiar, faint scent of plum blossoms from her body, and I casually put it aside.
Then, while kicking off her high-top leather boots, she pulled her black turtleneck sweater down to her chin, revealing her snow-white skin. Under the moonlight, Sister Mei's naked body was translucent, like a piece of jade.
Underneath her sweater was a purple lace bra. Mei reached behind her back and unhooked it, revealing a pair of adorable, rabbit-like breasts that burst free.
She casually removed the bra, bent down, and placed her hand on a silk handkerchief in front of me. Her full, soft breasts swayed before my eyes, and my penis hardened even more.
Mei's breasts were white and beautiful. The high, firm peaks were still full, though slightly sagging after childbirth, which only made them appear even more full and alluring.
Now free from the bra's restraint, her breasts swayed violently with Mei's slight bending movement. She adjusted the bra, lowered her head, and brushed her slightly disheveled hair aside. Her two full breasts pressed together, creating a deep, snow-white cleavage, exuding the alluring charm of a mature woman. My heart pounded, and I stared even more intently, as if trying to imprint every detail into my mind.
Mei Jie's breasts each had a wide, brown areola, which looked incredibly sexy against her snow-white skin. My blood was boiling, and I couldn't help but raise my hand and gently touch her areola with my fingers. Mei Jie didn't say anything, but her body trembled slightly as if she had been electrocuted.
I was greatly encouraged and couldn't help but become bolder. I gently stroked the two large, dark brown nipples in the center of Mei Jie's areola with my fingertips. After touching them, I didn't remove my hand, but looked up at Mei Jie. She remained silent, but there was no rejection in her eyes.
I didn't ask Mei Jie's opinion anymore. Suddenly, I reached out and tightly grasped her alluring breasts with both hands and began to knead them vigorously, carefully feeling the real feeling of these treasures that made me stare at them every day in my hands. Mei Jie's breasts were so soft, so fleshy, and I couldn't bear to put them down!
After kneading for a while, I pinched her sexy nipples with two fingers and twisted them back and forth repeatedly. Sister Mei sighed softly, the blush on her face fading. She seemed unmoved by my eager groping, straightening up to continue undressing.
Sister Mei unbuttoned her skirt, first lifting her thick black woolen long skirt, releasing her left hand from my penis, and then quickly pulling off her tight thermal underwear and panties. Next, she removed the thick long skirt, neatly folding it along with her thermal underwear and panties, placing it on a silk scarf along with her bra. I released my hands from Sister Mei's breasts, greedily examining her completely naked lower body under the moonlight.
Sister Mei's legs were long and white, and she knelt beside me, legs tightly pressed together, arranging her clothes. But I was staring blankly at her genitals!
Life inevitably involves many firsts!
Although I knew that today I was destined to do something unconventional with Sister Mei, I had no idea what it was, being a country kid who had grown up in a simple environment.
But now, with Sister Mei's underwear off, I finally satisfied my lifelong curiosity about women's urination sites.
I only knew that women didn't have penises and that they squatted to urinate, but I had always been clueless about what a woman's urination site actually looked like! Was it a hole like an anus? Or was there nothing at all, and urine just came out of the anus? No one had ever told me, and no one in my rural junior high school had ever taught me either. I was just filled with curiosity but didn't know the answer.
Now I finally understood!
The thick pubic hair between Sister Mei's snow-white legs looked like a layer of black tangled silk in the bright moonlight, covering her vulva. To get a clear view, I had to bring my face close to Sister Mei's lower body and brush her thick pubic hair aside with my hand.
Sister Mei seemed to understand what I meant. While continuing to tidy her clothes, she intentionally or unintentionally sat on the mattress on the car floor, slightly spreading her legs towards me.
Now, under the moonlight, I finally uncovered the long-held curiosity about women within Sister Mei's dark forest. I saw her two slightly parted, flushed, plump labia hidden beneath her pubic hair, and the tender bud between them that made men so eager to pluck it—it was truly captivating!
I couldn't control my primal urges. I pinched Sister Mei's labia minora, which were everted, and boldly tried to gently insert my index finger into her delicate bud. After half a finger was inside her, I, a novice at caressing women, dared not go any deeper. I looked up at Sister Mei with a knowing expression. Her expressionless face finally showed a shy smile because of the teasing, but the smile vanished in an instant. She lowered her head, but I, lying in front of her, could still clearly see that her face was no longer so reserved.
Relieved, I began to gently tickle Mei Jie's beautiful vulva with my fingers, which were already inside. The wet, warm sensation was simply wonderful.
Perhaps in my haphazard fiddling, I touched a sensitive spot. Mei Jie suddenly giggled.
Infected by her laughter, I smiled back, but she didn't even glance at me. She simply pressed me back down, then slowly straddled me, spreading her legs and sitting on my lower abdomen, completely exposing her once-mysterious female genitalia to me beneath her. She then leaned back, reaching behind her to grasp my now erect penis, rubbing it up and down repeatedly.
At that moment, I looked down, and Mei Jie's delicate vulva was effortlessly revealed to me.
Her bright red vulva was wide open, and I could clearly see the purplish-black tinge along the edges of her thick, fleshy labia. That was probably because Sister Mei had been a wife for too long and had been caressed excessively by Brother Xing. She was quite different from the voluptuous woman I had imagined. Perhaps Sister Mei truly was the most perfect woman in the world.
But seeing the color of her genitals now, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, which diminished my image of Sister Mei as a saint. No matter how perfect she was, being married and a mother was a fact I didn't want to accept. This fact should have been ignored, but in such a passionate moment, seeing her darkened labia still inadvertently stung my heart.
Sister Mei was completely unaware of my thoughts and continued to masturbate me. Her masturbation techniques were very skillful, which made me feel incredibly happy, and the slight regret in my heart quickly disappeared.
Being my first intimate encounter with a woman, I naively thought: This, a man and his beloved woman gently touching each other's genitals, is probably the most intimate expression between a man and a woman, and also the most exciting and private thing, right?
I nervously touched Sister Mei's vulva with my hand. Sister Mei's labia must have been touched countless times by Brother Xing to have developed this sordid purplish-red color, so incongruous with her elegant status. The thought of Brother Xing turning Sister Mei's delicate clitoris so black from his touch filled me with jealousy. I pinched the edge of Sister Mei's left labia with two fingers and pulled hard, as if trying to completely remove the filth Brother Xing had left on her.
"Ouch!" Sister Mei's hand holding my penis trembled.
I had indeed pulled her plump vulva a little too hard; she cried out in pain. I quickly withdrew my hand and apologized:
"I'm sorry, Sister Mei!" Seeing that my penis was hard enough for intercourse, Sister Mei shook her head at me, indicating that the pain was nothing. Then she told me to sit up, while she silently lay back down where I had just been lying, face up, legs spread. Between her legs, a tempting pink slit was revealed, and in the cold moonlight, Mei Jie's vulva, resembling plum blossom petals, was damp and warm, exuding the intoxicating fragrance of plum blossoms.
Mei Jie's alluring posture made my heart pound, my breath quicken, and my lips grow dry.
I wanted to continue touching her, but didn't know where to begin.
"Come on, Xiao Liang!" Mei Jie closed her eyes, her voice trembling.
"Mmm!" I mumbled a reply, guided by Mei Jie to kneel between her parted legs, completely bewildered, staring at her vulva, drooling and stunned.
Although Mei Jie's position was undeniably sexy and alluring, I, inexperienced in matters of the heart, truly didn't know what to do next. Was I, Mei Jie's devoted follower, supposed to bow down and worship her most mysterious part?
"Idiot! What are you daydreaming about! Hurry up!" Mei Jie, a little tired from holding her raised, parted legs, urged anxiously.
"Sister...and then...what do we do? Do you want me to keep touching you?" I asked, my voice tinged with confusion, as I gently stroked Sister Mei's vulva, which was already starting to secrete fluids from her eager desire. Sister Mei's vulva, like her skin, was smooth and delicate, and with the sticky fluids lubricating it, my touch was wet and slippery.
A surge of intense lust made my penis hard and burning hot, as if it were about to burst. I imitated Sister Mei's earlier actions and masturbated, feeling a tingling, painful sensation I'd never experienced before.
"What a silly boy! Lie down!" Sister Mei sighed again, her voice devoid of emotion, simply ordering me to lie down while slowly sitting up.
In the moonlight, Sister Mei was only wearing a black turtleneck sweater pulled high below her neck, her snow-white body almost naked, her sexy figure reflected in the car, swaying slightly, captivating my heartstrings.
I lay obediently in the carriage, my little penis already erect, a hot, hard rod pointing straight up.
Sister Mei rolled up my shirt, pulled it over her shoulders, then straddled my waist, pinching my nipple with one hand and rubbing my burning penis against her labia with the other, carefully searching for the entrance to her vagina.
Found it!
Sister Mei anxiously sat down on me, my half-foot-long penis disappearing completely into her plump cunt.
"Ah!" The moment my penis entered Sister Mei's vagina, I cried out in pleasure. My
most primal instincts told me that Sister Mei was now completely mine!
So this was the intimate and unreserved union of my male genitals, which I had always been ashamed to show, and Sister Mei's most mysterious female genitalia, that I had been having with her!
My penis was inside Mei Jie, who had always been like a goddess to me, and I felt the warmth and moisture of her vagina bringing me both physical and emotional comfort on this cold night. I couldn't believe it was real! I was truly connected to Mei Jie!
Just hours ago, we were boss and employee. Just hours ago, I was secretly admiring her with timid, adoring eyes—my sacred goddess! Lin Aimei! Sister Mei! And now, at 19, I'm experiencing my first taste of forbidden fruit, guided by this beautiful Sister Mei, whom I dare not look directly at!
Sister Mei's eyes are tightly closed. Even now, with our genitals intertwined, her face remains indifferent, only her soft breathing is gradually becoming heavier.
As I think this, I savor the proud masculine possessiveness emanating from our tight union. Sister Mei, straddling me, holds my shoulders, her pair of snow-white breasts slowly beginning to sway up and down. Then, Sister Mei's movements become more and more pronounced, her plump breasts swaying left and right in rhythm with the sexual intercourse.
"Ah! My God!" As Sister Mei's skillful sexual movements grew more intense, my penis felt like it was being electrocuted, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through me. This feeling made me want to straighten my body and scream, but I couldn't make a sound.
Sister Mei was on top of me, wildly twisting her waist, vigorously using her slippery vagina to work my penis, while pressing her rosy lips firmly against mine, gently licking my teeth and tongue with her tongue.
My vision was obscured by Sister Mei's flowing hair, so I couldn't see her face, but I could feel the ecstatic pleasure she was giving me. I held Sister Mei's undulating buttocks in my hands, closed my eyes, and began to silently enjoy this white plum blossom, unable to withstand the pressure of wind and snow, bringing me, a naive young boy, all the surprises her sacred stamen brought... Was it a dream? Or a hallucination?
If it was a dream?
How could such a thrilling erotic dream have such intense physical pleasure?
Was it a hallucination?
But how could such a strong hallucination feel so real as to experience Sister Mei's caresses and kisses?
Was it a dream or an illusion? Never mind! I won't think about it anymore. I just pray this heavenly feeling never ends.
A gust of cold wind blew outside the car, causing all the dry willow branches in the woods to sway wildly, rustling loudly. The bright moon in the sky cast a gentle moonlight, reflecting on the gently flowing canal and on the white Jinbei van parked in the woods by the river. Under the moonlight, the car seemed to sway violently in the wind, its body jolting violently, and occasionally, the excited panting of a man and woman making love would drift out from inside.
The car windows were covered with a thick layer of condensation. A woman's slender hand pressed forcefully against the car window from the inside, leaving a clear handprint on the warm, condensation-filled glass. Despite the biting wind outside, the passionate couple inside the car, naked and facing each other, were panting and sweating profusely.
That was me and my sister Mei!
On that cold night, by that somewhat desolate suburban canal, in that Jinbei van used for hauling goods, that enchanting time became an unforgettable and eternal memory for both of us.
If true lovemaking is the true union of spirit and flesh, then I would give myself a perfect score for my performance that night. Having tasted the wonders of sex for the first time, and with the woman I had always dreamed of as my partner, my longing for a woman's body and my admiration for Mei transformed into a passionate and intense response to her. I believed that no woman would ever again inspire such a wholehearted devotion in me.
Although I initially lacked any knowledge of sex, I was inevitably at a loss. But human instinct drove me, amidst the pleasure, to follow the rhythm of Mei's movements and thrust my penis forcefully.
Mei seemed pleased that I had suddenly become more aware of her feelings. She stopped kissing me and rubbed her burning cheeks against mine, murmuring softly with pleasure. I held her tightly around the waist, caressing her full, white buttocks, trying to keep every inch of her skin pressed against mine. At the same time, my penis thrust faster and more skillfully into her vagina.
Mei's delicate flower was already overflowing with her juices from my fucking. Her face was no longer expressionless! Instead, with the approach of orgasm, it showed a tender, bittersweet expression.
From her ecstatic expression, I found immense psychological satisfaction as a man conquering a woman.
I secretly rejoiced at having her under my control.
Just as we were completely immersed in our lovemaking, Mei's phone rang again.
It was the same song, "Hiroshima Mon Amour," a duet by Karen Mok and Chang Hung-liang.
"You should have rejected me long ago, shouldn't have let me pursue you, given me the story I longed for, leaving behind a name I can't forget. Time can't be turned back, space is easily broken, twenty-four hours of love is a beautiful memory I'll never forget." "Crossing the border of morality, we walked through the forbidden zone of love, enjoying the illusion of happiness, misunderstanding the meaning of joy. Who was too brave, saying they liked parting, as long as today didn't mean tomorrow, watching love slip through their fingers and still saying goodbye." "Not enough time to love you properly, should have stopped the frivolous game long ago, willing to be abandoned by you even if it's just understanding and separation, unwilling to love without an answer or ending, not enough time to hate you properly, finally understanding that hating someone isn't easy, before love and hate disappear, warm my face with your hands to prove to me that I truly loved you, loved you, loved you, loved you, loved you." Neither Sister Mei nor I hung up, letting the phone finish playing a song and then the music fade away.
In my pleasure, I didn't want to let go of Sister Mei's body.
And Sister Mei, I don't even know if she was still conscious at that time!
The music that accompanied our passionate lovemaking stirred a touch of melancholy within me.
The moral boundaries had been so easily crossed by Mei-jie and me. But would she allow me to so easily breach the forbidden zones of love in her heart with this surge of passion? Watching Mei-jie, though she was enjoying myself immensely, I noticed a lack of sweetness in her eyes when she looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of sadness.
But at this moment, on the verge of climax, I had no time to think about such things.
The joy of a young man's first experience with love and his physical desire for a woman's body gave me complete satisfaction with Mei-jie, and I hummed happily as I ejaculated for the first time!
When I boldly ejaculated my first spurt of semen into Sister Mei's delicate, sacred vulva, the scalding semen began to splash passionately within her lubricated vagina, continuing until her vagina could no longer hold so many seeds of love. I was still ejaculating, the thick semen flowing down Sister Mei's vulva onto my own thighs, then seeping down onto the mattress under the car… Sister Mei, somewhat lost in the pleasure, gripped my shoulders tightly, shaking her disheveled long hair and softly calling out, "Husband! Husband… I want more… more!" Sister Mei's intoxicated moans pierced my heart once more.
The clouds dispersed, the moonlight remained bright. I held Sister Mei tightly in my arms, our lovemaking intense. We kissed and caressed each other's bodies. Until we were both too exhausted to continue, we lay quietly in each other's arms for a while.
After a while, Sister Mei gently broke free from my embrace and began to sit up and get dressed without saying a word.
I also silently sat up, pulling up my pants while thinking about what to say to Sister Mei.
"Forget about tonight!" Sister Mei said in a calm tone as she put on her bra, pulled her black turtleneck sweater down from under her chin to cover her body, and curled up to put on her underwear and prepare to put on her leggings.
I grabbed her from behind again, my hands kneading her breasts, which I'd already been fondling for ages. "No! Sister Mei! I can't forget tonight! I can't forget you either." "Let go!" Sister Mei struggled to break free from my grasp. After putting on her pants, she put on her boots while speaking gently as usual, "You know what kind of person Xing-ge is, and you seem like a little brother to me. I shouldn't have taken it out on you today after having a few drinks and feeling a bit wronged. Let's both forget about tonight, okay? Let's act like nothing happened, okay?" Sister Mei's tone seemed pleading.
It seemed I could never enter Sister Mei's forbidden zone of love. I'm not stupid; from the moment she threw herself into my arms, I knew I was just a substitute for her venting her dissatisfaction with her family. But I... I truly, from the bottom of my heart, fell in love with this beautiful married woman who was already a mother. Could I really just silently endure the torment by her side, as if nothing had happened, while spending every day with her?
I struggled internally for a long time, but ultimately, I chose to compromise with reality.
I couldn't bear to leave this decent job, and even more so, I couldn't bear to leave Sister Mei, my goddess. Even if something like tonight never happened again, I would still choose to stay by her side, even if it was just silently watching her like before.
On the way home, neither Sister Mei nor I spoke a word to each other.
I drove absentmindedly, while Sister Mei sat in the passenger seat with the window open, lazily resting her chin on her hand, quietly enjoying the cold wind while lost in thought. The cold wind blew her long, disheveled hair flying around her temples, and the faint fragrance of white plum blossoms wafted towards me from time to time. In the darkness, the indescribable, melancholic beauty emanating from Sister Mei made me, who was driving and stealing glances at her, momentarily lose myself in thought. Fortunately, it was late at night, the road was wide open, and there were few people around, so nothing unexpected happened.
When I got home, Brother Xing was already impatiently waiting.
The phone call I hadn't answered while Sister Mei and I were deeply in love was from Brother Xing. His mother asked Sister Mei to take her granddaughter away so as not to disturb her mahjong game, but Sister Mei could no longer tolerate this difficult and wicked mother-in-law and finally chose to explode, ignoring her completely. She had no choice but to call Xing Ge and hurl insults at Sister Mei. Xing Ge was a filial son, and although he knew his mother was wrong, Sister Mei's intolerable attitude towards her mother infuriated him.
He took the child home that night, intending to have a big fight with Sister Mei, but found the house empty. Sister Mei didn't answer her calls, and his pent-up anger led him to unleash a torrent of abuse upon seeing her.
Sister Mei seemed fed up with this kind of life. No matter how much Xing Ge yelled at her, or even threatened to hit her, she remained indifferent.
I quickly explained to Xing Ge on her behalf that the restaurant closed late that day, and the old lady hadn't eaten yet. She wanted Mei Jie to come pick up the child immediately so she could play cards. Mei Jie had argued with the old lady on the phone, got upset, drank some alcohol, and had just returned from the restaurant, as evidenced by the untouched food she
had packed. I didn't answer Xing Ge's call because I didn't know how to use Mei Jie's phone. Xing Ge was still furious and kicked Mei Jie hard. I had to drag him upstairs to persuade him. Mei Jie didn't cry or say anything to Xing Ge; she just stayed alone until I came back upstairs. She ignored my attempts to comfort her and went upstairs too.
Then, I heard Xing Ge's cursing and the child's cries from upstairs again.
The commotion lasted until dawn before Xing Ge angrily drove off in his Audi, disappearing somewhere.
Maybe I'm just a coward! When Xing Ge kicked Mei Jie, I considered holding him down and beating him up. He's definitely become more and more of a scoundrel. And for me, Sister Mei is no longer just someone I secretly admire. But seeing Xing Ge's vicious look, I, like Sister Mei, chose to swallow my anger. I just hoped to persuade him not to be so rough with Sister Mei; a wife is meant to be loved, not beaten.
Actually, he knows what kind of person his mother is, but seeing Sister Mei's dejected state makes him furious. I think if he knew the real reason for Sister Mei's listlessness, it wouldn't be as simple as just kicking her.
After Xing Ge left, life continued peacefully. The difference was that whenever the night was quiet, I would quietly relive that night in the woods by the canal with Sister Mei in the car.
My mind would replay every inch of Sister Mei's skin like a movie, especially the enchanting scene when I first saw her spread her legs and revealed her mysterious flower, which always made my penis hard.
A boy, alone in his empty room, could only find satisfaction by imitating Sister Mei, masturbating until he ejaculated. Afterwards, however, he felt a profound sense of loss at the thought of never having those moments with Sister Mei again.
Sister Mei had been indifferent to him these past few days, as if nothing had happened that night. In his loneliness, he could only yearn for her, secretly observing her every smile and gesture to console his despair.
Xing had been away from home for over a month. Sister Mei had tried calling him several times, but his cell phone was always off. She called the construction company, and the person who answered told her that Xing hadn't been to the company recently. The person also advised her to persuade Xing to stop gambling, as the construction site was already two months behind on wages, and business was a mess without him. They said a promising business was going to be ruined.
Sister Mei hung up the phone, her expression somewhat somber. Although I was just a hired helper in her household, I understood the current situation very well. The people Xing-ge knew were no good; they spent their days gambling and frequenting prostitutes, and one or two of them were even drug addicts. Sister Mei had opposed Xing-ge associating with them from the very beginning. But Xing-ge valued loyalty, and he genuinely needed their help with some business matters, so he ignored Sister Mei's advice.
Now, these people had completely dragged Xing-ge into the mire. This once loving couple, who had never argued before, were now constantly fighting and arguing. Anyone could see that their marriage was likely nearing its end.
The Spring Festival was approaching, and Xing-ge still hadn't returned. Sister Mei sent Ya-ya back to her parents' home to be cared for by her maternal grandmother. She focused on managing the shop's business, knowing that if Xing-ge continued like this, the construction team, which had no foundation and relied solely on him, was bound to go bankrupt sooner or later. Fortunately, Xing-ge had bought the two-story duplex shop in Sister Mei's name. The shop was registered under Sister Mei's name. Sister Mei hoped that by supporting this relatively prosperous shop, she could play a role in Xing Ge's crisis, so she'd been working extra hard lately.
I also quietly accompanied Sister Mei, working even harder to manage the clothing store. Partly to earn more money for myself, and partly for the woman I loved, I was willing to put in extra effort. I only hoped my efforts would bring Sister Mei happiness. Unfortunately, Sister Mei seemed unmoved, her heart as still as water. My heart, still restless after the initial passion, gradually cooled with the passage of time, but my love for Sister Mei remained unchanged.
Finally, Sister Mei and Xing Ge made contact.
But Xing Ge, mired in debt, still showed no intention of returning home. He was hiding in a bathhouse run by a local thug, gambling and frequenting prostitutes every day, refusing to go home. Out of consideration for her reputation, Sister Mei couldn't go to such a place to find him; she only begged Xing Ge not to lose all his money and to come home as soon as possible. Xing Ge completely ignored her. He only vaguely hinted once that he would come home for the Spring Festival. This allowed Mei Jie's constantly furrowed brows to relax somewhat.
On New Year's Eve, Mei Jie prepared a table full of food. She dressed up carefully, and with a touch of makeup, she looked even more alluring. To share in the festive atmosphere, she wore a red wool coat, black skinny jeans, and red high-heeled boots. She wore gold earrings and a gold necklace, and even dug out her engagement ring from her wedding with Xing Ge. All of this was deliberately done to win Xing Ge back.
She hoped the new year would bring a fresh start, including Xing Ge's career and their love. This time, she was determined not to let Xing Ge leave again, and she would make him come back no matter what. After all, Xing Ge was the most important person to her; they had been so loving and caring towards each other. She believed that with effort, the difficulties would pass.
Xing Ge's phone went unanswered from the morning of New Year's Eve. It wasn't until almost dinnertime that he finally answered after Mei Jie dialed dozens of times.
"Hello! What is it?" Xing Ge's tone was clearly impatient. "It's
New Year's Eve today. Are you coming home? The food is ready," Mei Jie said gently to Xing Ge.
Standing beside her, not going home for the New Year because I didn't want to leave Mei Jie, I felt a pang of sadness. After all, they were still husband and wife; even after their fierce arguments, Mei Jie was still so gentle and considerate towards Xing Ge. But Mei Jie towards me… after that passionate encounter, I had never heard Mei Jie speak to me with such tenderness again.
"I'm not coming back! I'm playing cards with some buddies! You eat by yourself!" Although Xing's gambling mood was interrupted, he still felt a little guilty hearing his beloved wife, whom he hadn't seen for many days and who had a big argument with him before leaving, so considerately telling him to come home for New Year's Eve dinner. His tone became much gentler. "I'll go back tomorrow afternoon, and I'll take Yaya to wish Mom a Happy New Year. That's all, they're asking me to play cards!" Xing hung up the phone before Mei could say anything.
I clearly saw the excited anticipation on Mei's face gradually fade, and then, still holding the phone, her pale face showed a desolate sorrow.
"Xing isn't coming back?" I stood next to Mei and heard their conversation clearly, but I still asked.
Mei hung up the phone, turned around, and suddenly gave me a nonchalant smile. "He's busy. Never mind, let's eat together!" People on the street had already started setting off firecrackers continuously. The CCTV Spring Festival Gala is about to begin.
Mei and I have just started our New Year's Eve dinner.
Mei had specially prepared a bottle of red wine, and now, looking troubled, she sat across from me, drinking glass after glass in silence. How I longed to pull her into my arms and comfort her with deep affection! But remembering how resolute Mei's words had been that day, I dared not. I could only watch with heartache as my beloved tried to numb herself with alcohol.
"Mei, stop drinking!" This red wine wasn't very strong, but her self-destructive drinking was still harmful. I'm a kind person, after all. Although Mei had offered herself to me when she was down, I still felt guilty towards Xing and her afterwards. So, seeing the blush creeping up her face, I knew I couldn't let her drink anymore and decisively reached out to stop her.
"What are you doing? It's the New Year, what's wrong with having a little drink? I won't drink, but you can have it!" Sister Mei was a little agitated, speaking loudly to me as she slammed the bottle down in front of me.
"I know you're upset, Sister Mei, but I... but I really don't want to see you ruin yourself like this anymore. I also know that in your heart I'll always just be a country bumpkin, but I really want you to know how much I care about you." Perhaps it was seeing the woman I loved in pain that made my inner torment unbearable. I mustered up my courage and boldly confessed to Sister Mei: "As long as you don't give up on yourself after every setback, I'm willing to drink this bottle for you! As long as you know that Xing Ge isn't the only one who cares about you and loves you!" With that, I took the bottle, tilted my head back, and gulped down most of the bottle of red wine.
Sister Mei looked up, her eyes filled with surprise? Heartache? Or affection? I couldn't tell. Having never drunk alcohol before, my tolerance was even lower than a woman's. After finishing most of a bottle of red wine, my head immediately went numb.
I stared blankly at Sister Mei for a moment. Suddenly, I collapsed onto the dining table, Sister Mei's scream still echoing in my ears: "Xiao Liang..." When I woke up again, I had no idea when or where I was. I just felt myself lying on a large, soft bed. I was covered with a thick blanket, which was very warm. Although I was somewhat conscious, my whole body was sore and weak, like a lump of mud. I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes. My mouth was dry, and my throat felt like it was on fire. I mumbled, "Water! Water. I'm thirsty..." Suddenly, a warm arm lifted my neck, and I felt myself lying on a woman's bare thigh. In my dazed state, I was only thinking about drinking water and didn't think much about anything else, let alone notice the familiar plum blossom fragrance emanating from the woman.
A glass of cool boiled water was brought to my lips. I tried to drink it, feeling the steam, but I couldn't control my mouth at all. Not a single drop went in; half of it spilled down my chin.
"Sigh!" A familiar woman's voice sighed softly.
After a while, I was gently pulled into the woman's arms, and I felt a warm, moist mouth pressed tightly against mine. She skillfully pried open my teeth with her tongue and spat a trickle of warm water into my mouth.
Finally, I got some water! I drank it all in one gulp, but it was like a drop in the ocean; it didn't quench my thirst but made me even thirstier.
"Water! More!" I whispered, urging her.
"Mmm!" the woman gently replied, continuing to feed me the boiled water mouth to mouth. The water from her mouth was warm and sweet, with a delicate fragrance of winter plum blossoms. I greedily sucked on her tongue, not wanting to waste a single drop of her sweet spring.
Finally, I had enough. I closed my eyes to rest for a while. I was gradually regaining some consciousness; my body could move, and I could open my eyes. But the thick curtains were drawn, and the lights were off. Still drunk, I was in complete darkness and couldn't tell where I was. But it was clear that I was being held in the arms of a familiar woman, my head resting on her smooth, full thighs. Calming down, I smelled the plum blossom scent emanating from her again, and I became much more awake.
"Sister Mei?" In the darkness, I groped to get up, the sound of firecrackers going off outside the window. It seemed that it hadn't been long since I thought; it must still be New Year's Eve.
"Hmm." Sister Mei gave a soft "hmm" in response.
Unlike her usual responses, in that simple word, I heard the tenderness and shyness that Sister Mei used to only show to Brother Xing.
"Where is this? This isn't my bedroom... My bed isn't this big... The blanket isn't this thick." My hands frantically searched for the light switch in the darkness, but having only just sobered up, I had absolutely no sense of direction. In a daze, I grabbed a soft, jade-like ball radiating feminine warmth.
Ah! It was Sister Mei's breast!
After touching Sister Mei's breast once, I remembered the warmth of holding it in my hands for the rest of my life. I had always longed to hold those magnificent breasts again and be intimate with them forever.
But when my fingers clearly felt the warmth of Sister Mei's nipple again, I was startled. Although I had just been lying on her bare thighs, I hadn't thought much of it. Now I finally realized that Sister Mei was actually lying naked in the same bed with me. In a panic, I didn't even have time to savor the feeling of touching Sister Mei's breast again. I quickly moved away, not daring to get too close to her anymore, but in my panic, I almost fell off the bed.
"Watch out!" Sister Mei quickly pulled me back down, making me lie down next to her again. She adjusted my pillow to make it more comfortable. Then she scolded me softly, "You scared me to death! You've never drunk alcohol before, and you dared to drink so much. Luckily it was just a bottle of red wine; if it had been baijiu, you would have been rushed to the hospital by now." "Sister Mei," I lay quietly beside her, pulling the blanket up to my chin, trying my best to control myself. I wasn't sure if I had done anything inappropriate to Sister Mei while drunk! Otherwise, why would she be lying naked next to me? I asked nervously, "After drinking, I didn't...didn't do anything, did I?" Sister Mei chuckled in the darkness. "Did you? Throw up, of course. You threw up all over the living room. It took me ages to clean it up. You used to do this kind of work. Remember to owe me one more time, and make it up to me when you quit your job, okay?" I said, feeling embarrassed. However, the fact that Sister Mei was in the mood to joke with me meant that I hadn't done anything wrong, and she seemed to be in a much better mood.
At that moment, my head suddenly throbbed again, and I stopped talking to Sister Mei. I just nestled close to her, vaguely enjoying the warmth and fragrance of her body.
After what seemed like an eternity, when I struggled to sit up again and asked, "What time is it?", I was almost fully awake when I suddenly realized that not only was Sister Mei completely naked, but I was naked too! We had been naked together like this for who knows how long. No wonder I could feel the soft, warm sensation of Sister Mei's body so clearly.
"Ah!" I cried out in surprise as I struggled to sit up, waking Sister Mei, who was also a little sleepy. Seeing me rummaging around on the bed in the dark, she asked, puzzled, "Xiao Liang! What are you looking for?" "My...my underwear, where are my underwear, Sister Mei?" I asked, looking distressed.
"I washed it for you, and hung it to dry on the balcony." Sister Mei picked up her phone from the bedside table and checked the time: 11:30 PM.
The last day of the year was almost over. The firecrackers and fireworks outside were going off even more intensely. It was clear that everyone was waiting for the New Year's Eve bells to ring so they could celebrate with a blaze of color. Every now and then, a few fireworks would streak across the sky outside the window, exploding in beautiful bursts of light. Although the thick curtains in Sister Mei's bedroom were drawn, a bright ray of light would occasionally flash through.
In that fleeting glimpse, I saw Sister Mei lying diagonally beside me, her head resting on her bent right arm, the blanket pulled up to her chest, exposing her plump, luscious breasts. She was looking at me, who was sitting in the same bed, half-smiling, half-asleep, surprised and flustered.
"My underwear...it was so dirty, and you had to wash it! How embarrassing!" The thought of my filthy underwear, worn for a week, being seen by my dream girl and then washed by her filled me with shame; I wanted to disappear into the ground.
"You're right! Xiao Liang, you're so unhygienic! If you're ever this disgusting again, don't even think about getting into my bed!" Sister Mei playfully punched me lightly.
"Don't even think about getting into Sister Mei's bed next time?" I understood the unspoken meaning in Sister Mei's words, my head bowed in shame.
"So there's a next time?" I moved closer to Sister Mei, tentatively reaching out to gently stroke her bare thigh under the covers.
Sister Mei didn't reject my touch. Instead, she lowered her head slightly. In the darkness, she whispered to me,
"Xiao Liang, I know how you feel about me. But we're not a good match in any way. I didn't want to hold you back, nor did I want to ruin my own family because of you." "But I didn't know you were so serious about me. We both have a long life ahead of us. Since we both need emotional support, why should I deliberately avoid you? Until you find a woman who truly loves you, let me be your support! I also hope you can share some of my burdens, okay?" I was overjoyed! I hugged Sister Mei tightly and kissed her cheek affectionately. In the darkness, Sister Mei blushed again and obediently pressed her face against my bare chest. One finger gently teased my nipple, giving me an unbearable, tingling pleasure.
Sister Mei buried her head deep in my chest and caressed me seductively for a moment, then whispered, "But you know your Xing-ge, he can be really good when he's nice, but worse than anyone else when he's mean. We absolutely can't let him know about our affair, understand?" I nodded, and reached out to grasp one of Sister Mei's beautiful breasts, gently kneading it. I whispered in her ear, "Sister Mei, why don't you divorce him? I'll marry you!" "Shut up! You little devil!" Sister Mei stopped caressing my nipple and gently placed her slender, jade-like fingers on my lips.
"As I just said, I'm willing to accept you because I'm so moved by your deep affection for me!
And I feel guilty for my reckless affair that led you to be so infatuated with me; this is a debt of conscience I'm repaying. I also hope you can share the burden that Xing-ge can't share, so that I can have a temporary haven, both physically and mentally, when I'm hurt again." "But my true home is only Xing-ge. Although he's currently not doing anything productive, and his mother is so annoying, the feelings between us are something you can't understand. Silly child, that's why you haven't truly experienced love yet; real love is far more complex than you understand. Never mind, you'll understand when you find a woman you truly love. Anyway, you're not allowed to say a bad word about Xing-ge from now on, understand?" "Understood!" Although I said that, I still felt a little disappointed. But Xing-ge truly did give me a chance, and to be honest, encouraging his wife to divorce him did make my conscience bother me. Even though his wife was my closest lover, I still felt incredibly guilty after saying that.
"Well…" Sister Mei's eyes held a seductive allure, her two large, almond-shaped eyes already gleaming with desire.
"Xiao Liang, how about a different kind of New Year's Eve?" Sister Mei said ambiguously, her fingers tracing my naked body.
In the darkness, I smiled shyly, which was my answer.
Sister Mei's hand skillfully grasped my penis and began to stroke it.
This time, Sister Mei's stroke was noticeably more tender than the wildness of the last time.
I shamefully got hard!
While stroking me, Sister Mei gently kissed my entire body with her cherry-red lips. She continued kissing until my penis, which she had been holding and stroking, was incredibly hard. Her beautiful lips lightly touched the head of my penis. Being kissed on the genitals by a woman for the first time filled me with immense excitement, and I couldn't help but shiver.
Sister Mei probably sensed my trembling. She looked up and chuckled, "Silly boy!" Then she climbed down to my lower body, lowered her head, and gently took my penis into her mouth, licking it up and down with her tongue. It
felt so good! The sensation of Sister Mei sucking my penis and rubbing the glans with her tongue was like an electric shock. Sister Mei gently licked my penis, and soon my erection reached its peak.
Sister Mei knew that if she licked a few more times, I might ejaculate into her mouth. Just at the critical moment, Sister Mei stopped giving me oral sex. Holding my wet penis, she smiled mischievously at me. That adorable expression made you completely forget that she was already a mother. With her rich experience in bed, she naturally knew a man's limits and controlled the intensity of her oral sex perfectly.
"How does it feel?" Sister Mei shook my penis.
"Ha! I almost came!" I pinched Sister Mei's brownish-red nipple and asked mischievously, "If I had just come in your mouth, would you have blamed me?" "Of course not! So what if I came? I can just lick you hard again and we can start over!" Sister Mei replied with a coquettish laugh, pulling me up to sit.
Holding Sister Mei's hand and hearing her speak so blatantly, I couldn't help but feel my face burning.
Mei kicked off the covers, arranged the pillows, tidied her disheveled long hair, and lay on her back on the bed, skillfully spreading her legs. She hugged her knees, her beautiful vulva blooming before me once more. Just like the last time in the van, she proactively assumed a submissive position, a posture of female desire for intercourse, and asked me in a tone as seductive as that alluring pose, "Do you know what to do this time, Xiao Liang?" That time by the canal, I, unfamiliar with the pleasures of the bedroom, was at a loss, staring blankly at Mei's parted legs. To this day, Mei's sexually inviting posture has appeared countless times in my dreams. Now that she has truly assumed this position again, I naturally won't be as clueless as an idiot. However, the dark room prevented me from glimpsing Mei's vulva once more. I could only reach out and experience her unforgettable, beautiful genitals.
My hands hadn't left Sister Mei's beautiful breasts since earlier, and now they gradually moved down her breasts, brushing past her rounded belly, across her sexy navel, and reaching her thick, dark forest. Through her pubic hair, I finally touched her already wet, tender vulva.
Following the light of the occasional flashes of fireworks, I saw Sister Mei slightly furrow her brows, close her eyes, and turn her head to the side, softly moaning, seemingly savoring my caresses. She slightly twisted her waist, her beautiful vulva, like a plum blossom, gently responding to my fingers' caresses. I felt something like a fleshy lump—Sister Mei's clitoris. I carefully caressed it with my fingers, and Sister Mei occasionally let out joyful cries.
"Come on! I want you!" Sister Mei couldn't hold back any longer! She reached out and grasped my penis, guiding me to kneel between her parted legs, showing me the correct route to enter her body.
"Wait!" My burning hot glans was already pressed tightly against Sister Mei's smooth, moist vaginal opening. With just a little force, I could be tightly united with the woman of my dreams once again.
But then, I suddenly remembered something and stopped my impulse.
"What's wrong? Xiao Liang?" Sister Mei, already aroused and impatient, opened her slightly closed almond-shaped eyes and asked in confusion.
"Sister Mei, bring me your phone." I pointed to the phone on Sister Mei's pillow.
Although Sister Mei didn't know what I was going to do, she still obediently picked up the phone and handed it to me.
I unlocked it, searched through the MP3 player, found that familiar song, and pressed play.
Then I hurriedly climbed back onto Sister Mei's lower body, spread her legs, grabbed her delicate ankles with both hands, and like an old man pushing a cart, I thrust my lower body hard and began to mount her, forcefully inserting my penis into the tender, plum-like flower between Sister Mei's legs.
As my penis fully penetrated Mei Jie's beautiful vagina, the moment our pubic hair brushed against each other, Mei Jie let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling as if electrocuted. Perhaps I had penetrated too deep, reaching her cervix; her beautiful face displayed that familiar, ecstatic expression, which stirred my heart. I couldn't help but begin thrusting my penis vigorously into Mei Jie's vagina, pumping wildly and intensely, beginning a soul-stirring, soul-consuming act of intercourse with her.
At that moment, the song that was about to play on my phone began its plaintive, mournful melody.
It was still that song that had etched so many memories between Mei Jie and me: "Hiroshima Mon Amour."
"Crossing the borders of morality, we walked through the forbidden zone of love, enjoying the illusion of happiness, misunderstanding the meaning of joy. Who was so brave, saying they liked parting, as long as today didn't mean tomorrow, watching love slip through their fingers and still saying goodbye?" "I loved you!" I had finally officially entered Mei Jie's forbidden zone of love! Although my feelings were accepted by Sister Mei a little later than mere lust that crossed moral boundaries, perhaps truly entering the heart of the one I love is a thousand times more joyful than simply possessing her body!
If last time I felt a union of spirit and flesh while Sister Mei merely released her dissatisfaction, then this time Sister Mei completely opened her heart to me, just as I had. Perfect sex requires more than just skillful sexual techniques; more importantly, it requires a feeling of connection between hearts. Sister Mei, a woman burdened by love and life's pressures, finally opened the door to the forbidden realm of love for me, showering me with boundless tenderness.
Sister Mei's joyful moans clearly indicated this to me.
"Ah! Xiao Liang! Harder! Your big cock feels so good inside me! More... um... my baby!
Ah... I love you... darling... don't leave me, Xiao Liang!" Mei, pinned beneath me and relentlessly fucked, twisted her hips, her noble vulva welcoming my cock, moaning wildly in a daze. Looking at my drowsy, seductive eyes, filled with tenderness and affection, she deeply encouraged me. Mei
climaxed!
She bit my shoulder tightly, drawing blood, but I still relentlessly fucked her. After crossing the moral border and entering the forbidden zone of love with Mei, wasn't this the perfect sexual experience we wanted? Watching my goddess moan so excitedly under my cock, I felt both triumphant and satisfied. After a series of intense thrusts, seeing Mei's dazed state from the climax, I couldn't help but ejaculate as well.
"Ai Mei!" I boldly called out Mei's name for the first time! Kneeling between her parted legs, I held her slender waist and whispered in her ear, silently enjoying my climax, Sister Mei.
Sister Mei slowly opened her eyes, weakly letting out a soft "hmm" through her nose in inquiry.
I held Sister Mei's waist, my hips swaying as I increased the speed of our lovemaking. I was already drenched in sweat.
Panting, I grabbed her soft breasts and kneaded them forcefully, whimpering to Sister Mei, "I...I'm about to cum!" Sister Mei smiled slightly, her eyes filled with shy blush, and said nothing. Suddenly, she turned her head towards the window with the curtains drawn.
Outside, flowers bloomed in profusion, brightening the sky. A wall clock on the wall rang in the New Year amidst the crackling of firecrackers in the street.
Illuminated by the fireworks, I clearly saw Sister Mei's alluring figure, like a snow-white plum blossom I had plucked from a branch, pitifully vulnerable, at my mercy. My penis thrashed about inside her dripping, beautiful vagina a few more times, finally unable to hold back any longer, ejaculating as the New Year's bells rang for the last time…
The music from "Hiroshima Mon Amour" had finished playing.
But my story with Sister Mei had only just begun.
The New Year's bells had rung.
Sister Mei's forbidden zone of love had been opened.
A white plum blossom, nearly withered by the winter's cold winds, might bloom again in the new year after receiving the nourishment of new rain and dew. The blossoms might be even more beautiful and noble, the fragrance even sweeter and more alluring.
And me, am I the gardener who nurtured the flower, or the thief who picked it?
Only Sister Mei herself knows the answer!

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