Intermittent indulgence – Three days by the river

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I'm going to a place with water for a meeting. Whether it's seawater, lake water, river water, or any other kind of water

… I'll just call it river water.

After my 15-minute presentation on the first day, I'm free

; unfortunately, no one's around to keep me company, which is pitiful and pathetic for a newcomer.

My blonde postdoc brought his wife, and since we live far apart, I didn't want to bother them. So even

while eating breakfast at the hotel, I kept an eye out for any other lonely strangers around me who could keep me company;

but the shadows were all clustered together, which disappointed me. I knew those Chinese guys were watching me, and I went back to my

seat and whispered a few words, but I didn't want to play any games, so I pretended not to notice. I also saw a few

dark-skinned Indians over there, chattering away in their own English, but I've never been interested in curry-and-onion-flavored bread noodles

, so I ignored them. Then there were the portly, gray-haired rednecks,

or equally burly white aunties. Sigh, it seemed I'd have to spend these five days alone. So, the first

night I watched TV in my room, took a shower, masturbated, and slept; the day was over.

The next morning, I listlessly went to breakfast, planning to spend the whole day at the conference. My plans for the rest of the day

were still undecided, though I had brought a map of the city. The restaurant was still packed, with groups occupying

the largest tables, and most people enjoying the smaller tables against the wall. So, there was

n't a table left for me to use alone; I had to share with someone. Of course, I chose

someone—a new face, someone I hadn't seen yesterday. You could say my choice to sit opposite him

was both my own idea and his invitation. As I stood there, breakfast in hand, looking around absentmindedly, he

saw me, his gaze didn't waver, and then I moved toward him.

He immediately asked if I was Chinese, and I said yes, and the distance between us suddenly closed

considerably . He asked if I was there for a conference, and I said yes, explaining that I hadn't seen him yesterday. He said he'd only arrived last night and didn't want

to waste time, adding that he'd been here before, had a presentation today, a post-

conference tomorrow, and would be going back the day after. He asked about my university, and I only mentioned the location, as there are many universities there; he didn't

ask further, perhaps assuming it was one of those universities with "U of" or "U of" in their names. He was a postdoc, supposedly

working on faculty; he had regular features, but when he stood up, I realized he wasn't very tall.

We walked to the conference hall, chatting happily; he said his presentation was in

the last , and we could attend if we didn't mind, so we blended into the crowd. Actually, his

presentation was irrelevant to me, and I had no interest in it, so I had no reason to attend, but I went anyway, just to kill time,

and since he'd already said that. I arrived early, and he greeted me by inviting me to sit next to him.

While waiting for the meeting to begin, he asked where I was going after it ended and what I'd like to eat for dinner. I said I hadn't decided yet, and he said he knew some

places and could show me around. I agreed. He spoke English with an accent, like most Chinese people, but it was quite

fluent and he was very polite. However, I lost track of what he said halfway through and just watched him from afar, daydreaming

.

When the meeting ended, large groups of people poured out, but he and I remained in the lobby like two pebbles. We discussed

where to go next, and he recommended a Chinese restaurant, saying it was very authentic. On the way to the restaurant, he

told me that on the way back to the hotel, I could walk along a riverside path with a beautiful night view that I shouldn't miss.

He asked if I was afraid of getting tired from walking, and I playfully scolded him for underestimating me, giving him a wink. His gaze

fell , making me blush.

Perhaps my expectations for dinner were too high; it wasn't as good as I'd imagined. He said he was guilty of exaggerating and should be

punished, offering to pay the bill. I didn't stop him. I had a feeling something would happen between us that night, and it didn't

matter that he paid the bill. Isn't that what some people advertise, "One-night stands...meals included"? Heh, it really is true.

After dinner, we took a walk along the river as he suggested. The night view was indeed beautiful. We walked and stopped, always keeping

a certain distance. Later, we stopped to admire the scenery, and suddenly felt a night breeze. I said I was cold and started hugging my

chest. He took off his coat to put it on me, but I said no, I didn't want to keep myself warm while he felt cold. He put his coat back on and

started I glanced at him, then ignored him, just looking at the neon lights in the distance. "Are you still

cold?" He covered me from behind, his arms around my waist, his movements a little stiff and clumsy, but bold enough.

I took a deep breath and deliberately leaned back against him without saying anything. He noticed, and his arms tightened,

pressing closer. My heart started racing; I knew I was seducing him. I put my hands in my pockets,

making my chest appear more prominent so he could see it from behind. He must have seen it; his arms moved up

slightly , tightly clamping my breasts, but he didn't touch them. We remained like that, locked in a tense standoff. My breasts felt

his strength, aroused, the tips tingling and itching. I took his hands and placed them under my breasts,

so his arms were completely wrapped around them. I began to feel his hands moving

restlessly , making small movements that felt good. I knew I was wet down there, and I could feel him hard

, but this wasn't a place to linger. I said, "Let's go back." He thought I was just shy and wanted to end

things

could stay there. He understood and agreed to come back to the hotel with me. He put his arm around my shoulder.

Once in the room, he eagerly hugged me, wanting to continue what we'd been doing by the river, but I declined, telling

him to take a shower first. He tried to pull me along, but I refused, insisting he go first. While he showered, I

took out and put them on the bedside table for later use, then took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. He hadn't expected me to come at this time. Seeing

my naked body, he stared blankly with a smile, then immediately reached for my breasts, saying they were beautiful. I rubbed

my buttocks against his erection and then stroked it with my hand. He said, "Let's do it right here," but I said no, I needed to save my energy. He quickly rinsed off and said he was done, telling me to just rinse quickly too, it wasn't dirty. After I showered, he wrapped me in a towel and hugged me, then began to grope me, gradually focusing on my breasts. He dropped the towel on the floor and started kneading my breasts, sucking on my nipples, then licking up my neck and down to my ears.

This made me start moaning involuntarily. We lay down on the bed, embracing each other. He was eager to penetrate me, but I asked him to

use a condom. He was reluctant, but to finish the "battle," he obediently complied. He thrust for a short while,

then suddenly lay still on top of me. I was still full of anticipation, thinking he was teasing me, but instead, he got up to "finish

his business ," which really disappointed me. He seemed to realize this and kept explaining that he was too excited and that he

could do it a second time. I said, "No need for a second time, just give me oral sex." Without a word, he knelt down below me. I

spread legs, feeling the wonderful sensations below. Everywhere his tongue touched was fresh and lovely, warm and moist; where his tongue

left, it was as cool as if I had applied mint. I kneaded my breasts, moaning with pleasure. He wanted to join

in , but hesitated, then gave up, focusing on his work. He spread my legs, exposing my vulva

completely. My shame fueled my eagerness, and I said, "Try it with your tongue..."

The first night, I shared a bed with a man, but our dreams were far apart. Recalling the four days of passion with Ex, I unconsciously pulled his

arm over and lay down on it, as if reliving those days. He didn't refuse, but after a while, he pulled away,

saying he felt sore and numb. I remembered Ex using me as a pillow all night, asking if he was tired, and he said he wasn't and liked it.

A wave sadness

washed over me. I turned away, lying on my side, far from him, wrapped myself tightly in the blanket, and silently wept. The next day, we went to the venue as usual, leaving early in the afternoon. He rented a car and took me for a drive. I

couldn't explain my feelings. Perhaps a brief, intimate encounter with a stranger with whom I had no romantic feelings allowed me

to release my pent-up emotions also making me feel safe. He said he could find a position at our place, and I asked

if that would bring him closer to me. I laughed at his silliness, saying I was about to graduate, and while he could come, I would leave immediately.

He asked where I was going, and I said I didn't know, but I wouldn't stay there anymore. He said he hadn't expected me to be so open-minded, but he

thought he himself had some charm. I smiled without answering, thinking that if I hadn't been so agitated and restless, he

would never have had a chance.

That night, we did it again. Perhaps this time he was truly on the right track, or perhaps I was prepared and

masturbating , but this time he performed much better, only following after I climaxed. Then he smiled smugly, "See?

I wasn't wrong, was I? I was just too excited to be normal yesterday because of you." I secretly laughed at his shallowness. That night,

as I slept , I still fantasized that the person next to me was my penis, and I began to explore his body, but he told me not to touch him

indiscriminately, saying it was keeping him awake, so I simply gave up. It's true, we only have a body to imagine, but we can never

have a soulmate. I felt regretful, suddenly realizing that such indulgence was meaningless. We played with each other

, and after the initial passion, all that remained was ashes. "Form is emptiness"—form has passed, but emptiness remains

emptiness.

The next morning, I wanted to repeat the morning's side-entry scene, so I took the initiative to embrace him. He was initially confused, but

gradually became more aware and clumsily responded. He wanted to roll over and enter from behind, but I insisted on enjoying the side-entry sensation. He

tried several times, placing his penis at the entrance, but it slipped back down. After several unsuccessful attempts, I disappointedly nudged him with

my buttocks ; it was indeed hard… meaning it wasn't long enough. I had no choice but to get up and take a shower. He pulled me back, wanting to

change positions and start over. I said it was getting late, and I had a talk I wanted to attend that morning. After showering

, I smelled the added scent of semen in the room, knowing he hadn't been idle either.

Before parting, he asked to exchange contact information. I only took his email and told him to

write to him later. As I left the hotel for the venue, I wrapped the note with his email in my hand, wrapped up my chewing

gum that I had grown tired of, and threw it in the trash can, bidding farewell to boredom.

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