[Modern Romance] A Romance on the Telephone

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I watched as my beat-up Mitsubishi Jeep, innocently suspended on the repair shop's lift, was being dismantled and examined by a mechanic of dubious skill level.

I pulled a Hongtashan cigarette from my pocket and, as usual, licked it from top to bottom, wetting the paper. Many people noticed this and asked curiously why I licked the cigarette.

I just told them it made it easier to smoke, preventing the cigarette from drying out. Actually, only a few close friends knew the secret: back in school, I couldn't afford cigarettes, so I developed this habit to prolong the enjoyment of each one. Now it's an unbreakable habit, sometimes making me quite embarrassed. But

what can you do? Habits formed overnight are hard to break overnight, aren't they?

Smoking and watching my battered Mitsubishi Jeep, I couldn't help but think about how I'd overspent lately; the repairs would cost several thousand. Damn it, this piece of junk can't even be fixed in our area, I had to come all the way to the provincial capital. If it weren't for this guy who recently came and wouldn't leave, I wouldn't be in this financial strait. Eating out, staying in hotels, drinking, karaoke, and chasing girls—damn it, all I did was ask you for a small favor,

did I have to repay you like this?

Looks like I need to think twice before asking people for favors in the future. It's not that I'm stingy, I admit I owe you. You can come once or twice, but you can't keep exploiting me every other day. Damn it, you think I'm a decent person, partying every night and spending money like water, but that's my hard-earned money! I have a wife and kids to take care of too.

The constant vibration of my phone pulled me back from my reverie. I picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number. I ignored it, but it stubbornly kept vibrating, seemingly enjoying itself. I answered, to see who it was.

I had just lazily uttered a single word when I was jolted awake by a sweet, almost overly sweet voice. It turned out to be a woman calling her boss to ask for leave. Before I could even say she had the wrong number, she rattled off her thoughts.

Since I had nothing else to do, I chatted with her for a bit. Subconsciously, I imagined this woman to be quite flirtatious. "Hello, ma'am, I'm not your boss. You seem to have the wrong number. But what's the emergency? Can I help you?" Normally, the woman should have realized she'd dialed the wrong number, apologized, and hung up.

But she didn't. Instead, she chatted with me for a few more minutes: "Oh, bro, sorry about that. Where are you from?" Since I didn't know who she was, I honestly told her, "I'm from XX." As soon as I said I was from XX, she exclaimed dramatically, "Really? Me too!" Seriously? Did she have to be so dramatic? I had to feign surprise: "Really? What a coincidence!" Suddenly, a thought struck me. "Since it's such a coincidence, are you free at noon?" The other end replied, "What? Want to treat me to lunch?" They say women have a strong sixth sense, and I certainly experienced it firsthand: "Yes, since we both live in the same small town and met in the provincial capital, if you have time, let's grab lunch, you see…" The other end said, "Sure, no problem, it's on me." This woman seems quite the social butterfly.

I said, "Then it's settled. I'll pick you up at noon. Where are you?" She thought for a moment: "Okay, answer my call at noon. I'm hanging up now." The phone went dead.

I stared at the phone, puzzled. What a coincidence! I don't even know who's older or younger, just calling her "sister" and "auntie." She doesn't even know if I'm a dinosaur or I'm a frog, and we've already arranged to have lunch together.

Then I thought, it's just a meal, right? I should try to think positively. What if she's a beautiful young married woman or something? Wouldn't a one-night stand or something be nice? To be honest, any heterosexual man who is perfectly normal, both psychologically and physiologically, and doesn't think about this from a sexual perspective is, without hesitation, abnormal. Because I'm a perfectly normal man, I have to think this way. Otherwise, why would I invite her to dinner? Thinking

about these unforeseen wonderful things, I watched as the jeep, dismantled into pieces, was skillfully reassembled by the mechanics. The landing gear was removed, the engine was started, and a seemingly authoritative mechanic was brought over to listen to the engine. The mechanic nodded and loudly declared, "No problem."

Soon, I was politely led to the checkout window, paid in RMB, and drove off.

Reaching the bustling street, I checked the time. It was past 11 pm, and that lady still hadn't called me. Was she playing a trick on me? No way, I called her back from the number I'd already answered, to test the waters.

The call connected quickly. "Sorry, were you waiting long? I just finished shopping. Could you pick me up at the xxx mall?" I replied, "Okay, I don't know you. Just write down my license plate number, and you can find my car at the entrance; that will be easier." The other end said, "Okay, see you there!"

Hearing that the mall wasn't far, just a few minutes' drive, I excitedly sped off. Arriving at the mall entrance, I found a gap, pulled in, and patiently waited for the woman. It was almost June, and seeing the various beautiful women, some already wearing stockings, coming and going at the mall entrance was dazzling. I turned to stare at the thighs of those women in various stockings and fishnets; I think if it weren't for the car window, my eyes would have popped out several times already.

As I was intently admiring the beautiful legs in stockings, the car door opened with a snap. A woman carrying several bags stepped into the passenger seat, accompanied by a pleasant fragrance. A voice, similar to the one on the phone, rang out, "Pervert, haven't you stared enough? Why are you staring at girls' thighs all the time?" I whirled around, following the scent and the voice, and carefully observed the woman who was so quick-witted on our first meeting. I thought, "Judging from her tone, she seems like an outsider, someone easy to pick up. Looks like I'm going to have some luck with women today."

She was a very well-dressed woman with fair, well-maintained skin; she looked like a white-collar worker or a pampered, wealthy woman who hadn't done much manual labor. This judgment was also evident in her elegant demeanor that had attracted me from the moment we met. No need to ask, this was the woman who had dialed the wrong number. Judging by her age, she was probably older than me, so calling her "sister" wasn't wrong.

"Sister, where should we go for lunch?" "You choose." "Okay." I parked the car in front of a mid-range hotel, turned off the engine, got out, opened the car door for her, and asked, "Ma'am, I've eaten here a few times, and it's pretty good. How about this place?" "Sure, I've been here once too, and it was nice too." "Great, let's go!" At the revolving door, I casually tugged at her arm to make her feel less dizzy from the spinning. Actually, I did it intentionally. The woman was very nonchalant, as if she didn't notice. I felt my chances of picking her up were much better. We

found a private room by the window, asked the waiter for the menu, and gestured for her to order. She was very generous, without any of the awkwardness of a first meeting, and ordered two light vegetable dishes. This made me look at her with new respect. This woman was quite something! I took the menu again and ordered two of the more upscale dishes, asking, "Ma'am, is this alright? What would you like to drink?" "It's fine, you're too kind. I don't drink, and you shouldn't drink if you're driving." A woman who's always considerate and attentive is the easiest to make a good impression.

The dishes arrived quickly. I asked for a bottle of mineral water, and she got a Pepsi. We ate and chatted. It turned out she was the deputy manager of a local bank, and she told me without hesitation that she was divorced, lived alone, and her surname was Yin, and her given name was XX. She even familiarly told me I could ask her for help if I ever needed anything.

When she heard my name, she paused slightly and asked, "You're the boss of xxx, the one who bought all the xxx in the region?" I laughed and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense, it's not that serious. It's just a small business, I don't make much money." "Oh, brother, you're too modest. It seems I misspoke earlier. I'll have to ask you for help in the future." "No problem." We finished the meal chatting like this. We got to know each other better, and it felt like we clicked.

Because we had already discussed it during the meal, she wanted my car to go home with me, so we drove home after dinner. We

talked a lot in the car, since we had gotten to know each other to some extent. After I dropped her off at her building, she invited me upstairs to sit down. I didn't stand on ceremony and went upstairs with her. Before we even took off our shoes, I hugged her from behind. She didn't hesitate much, turned around, and we embraced, kissing.

The situation was quite simple. A single woman like her must be lonely and empty inside, and sexually repressed. Coupled with the openness of society, she was completely uninhibited about our first meeting, naturally embracing each other. Perhaps she knew a little about me, which accelerated our illicit affair. Of

course, I wasn't going to be polite. Since she was willing to go out to dinner with me and didn't object, it meant she was open to sleeping with me. We

kissed and hugged for a while, then she asked me to take a shower. I pulled her aside and asked if we could shower together. She hesitated for a moment but agreed. Sometimes you have to strike while the iron is hot, like taking a bath together. Some slutty women act all proper at home, but when they go out to a hotel with you, they're like completely different people, willing to do anything you ask.

When she went into the bathroom to undress, she seemed quite shy, but you have to break through that shyness so she'll be more open in the next step. After she finished undressing, I pulled her under the shower and started washing her first. This gave me the chance to see and touch her entire body. Gradually, she got used to the situation and started washing me too. When she washed my penis, she seemed to love it and cleaned it carefully. Under her caresses, my penis quickly became erect. She exclaimed in surprise, "Your penis is so big!" Hearing her say that, from a sophisticated woman I'd just met, was incredibly stimulating.

I quickly grabbed a towel and dried myself off, then dried her off in the same way. I couldn't wait to pull her into the bedroom and start passionately engaging in foreplay, kissing her entire body and caressing her vulva. She responded passionately, making my penis feel like it was about to burst.

As she was overflowing with desire, and my own penis was dripping with fluid, I pressed her down and entered her vagina in the most primal way. Perhaps because she hadn't had sex in a long time, her vagina felt particularly tight, which felt incredibly good. I never expected to meet such a beautiful woman.

After more than 20 minutes of intense lovemaking, we embraced and reached orgasm one after the other. With a rhythmic contraction of her vagina, I ejaculated a large amount of hot semen into her vagina without reservation. After cleaning her up, she nestled against me, constantly playing with my large penis, chatting with me, saying how much she loved my big penis and hoping I could fuck her again in the future.

Just as she was admiring and playing with my penis like a treasure, my wife called, asking why I wasn't home yet. I was jolted out of my blissful reverie and quickly got dressed to go home and report to my wife.

For a while afterward, seeing how lonely and empty she seemed, I, in the spirit of revolutionary humanitarianism, also indulged her several times when she called. That's how we became friends with benefits. After a phone incident, my wife found out, and we gradually lost contact. Actually, I didn't want to get into trouble.

The most unbelievable thing is that she later introduced me to one of her best friends, a kindergarten teacher, as a friends with benefits. I'll talk about this later.

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