A woman I will never forget.

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This story takes place in 2007, during my senior year of college.

Senior year wasn't busy with coursework; everyone was busy looking for jobs or partners, life was busy and fulfilling.

I had already found a job and had several girlfriends. Back then, I didn't know about the Eden of sex bars, so I

became a lazy bum with nothing to do all day.

Anyone gets tired of the same old routine, and I was no exception. So I thought about starting a small business

to gain some experience. After observing for a while, I decided to deal in used laptops. Without hesitation,

I scraped together some money and headed straight to the Zhongguancun Zhonghai Market.

When the bus reached the Tieshizifen stop, a woman boarded with the crowd. She wasn't a weathered

woman , nor a naive girl; she was a woman. I had never seen such beauty in my life. Having been surrounded by beautiful women, I felt

ashamed and didn't dare approach her. In fact, upon seeing such a stunning beauty, every man on the bus was captivated and wanted

to get close, but her noble aura deterred them all. A high ponytail, delicate eyebrows,

bright, clear eyes, a straight yet graceful nose, and slightly upturned, glossy pink lips. A touch of makeup

added a rosy blush to her already fair and smooth face, making her both alluring and spirited.

Just then, the student sitting next to me got up to get off the bus (I didn't have a seat at the time). I glanced at the seat, then at

her, smiled slightly, and gestured with my chin towards the seat.

She understood, returned a sweet smile, sat down next to me, and softly said thank you.

I wanted to talk to her the whole way, but I, who am usually so at ease around girls, was now speechless, and

I wanted to slap myself.

When we arrived at Zhongguancun First Street, she got off the bus with me. My heart fluttered slightly again, but then I saw her

walk away past the main entrance of Zhonghai Shopping Mall. I shook my head, composed myself, and went into Zhonghai.

Wandering aimlessly, my mind filled with her image, I hated my own incompetence and regretted not striking up a conversation with her.

"Want to buy a computer?" A pleasant voice brought me back to reality.

I looked up and saw her standing behind the counter, smiling at me. She had taken off her coat, revealing a

tight-fitting perfectly showcased her firm breasts and slender waist. Her snow-white face

appeared delicate and pink against the backdrop of the long, white rabbit fur.

"Hehe, what model do you want?" Her soft laughter made me realize my lapse in composure. I quickly

stammered a few words, trying to escape the embarrassment, but I didn't even know what I was saying, which only made me more awkward.

"Are you buying a computer?" she said, trying to smooth things over.

"Yes," I quickly replied.

"For yourself or to resell?"

"To resell, I want to sell it at school," I told her truthfully.

"Oh, if you're selling to students, this NC6000 is pretty good..."

...

For my first purchase, I didn't compare prices or haggle; I bought three NC6000s

and one T40 from her.

Later, I learned that she charged me 150 yuan less than the market price, leaving her with only a 50 yuan profit,

not including shipping from the coast to Beijing. Before leaving, she gave me her QQ and phone number, saying I should

contact her again if I needed to buy anything, which I readily agreed to.

Back home, I quickly added her on QQ and saved her phone number. Then I spent every day online waiting for her.

During that time, I also visited her a few times at Zhonghai, buying some things I didn't really need. Through QQ, our relationship

grew quickly, and a month later, when I sold all four laptops, we had

become close friends who could talk about anything.

She told me her name was Jing, she was 27 years old, had been married for three years, and had only been in Beijing for three months. Her husband also dealt in used laptops in Dashatou, Guangdong

. During this time, we talked about our first meeting. I

bluntly told her, "I fell for you the first time I saw you, you're so beautiful."

After a long silence, she said something that caught my eye: "Thank you, was the perfume you wore that day One?"

She added a shy emoji, and my nervousness instantly turned into a dizzying happiness.

I excitedly told her on QQ that I had sold out of computers. She congratulated me and jokingly asked me to

treat her to dinner. I said no problem, I'd love to. She was a little surprised and asked if I really wanted to treat her. I said

I'd come pick up a few more computers tomorrow and we could have dinner together.

The next day, I took a shower, dressed neatly, and went to Zhonghai Market. After selecting the goods, I helped her

sell computers for the afternoon. Business was pretty good; I sold six computers that afternoon. She was quite happy and joked,

"With a handsome guy like you, one is worth two!" I said, "Come on, look at all those men buying computers,

aren't after you?" She continued, "With us working together, we're invincible." I

cheekily whispered in her ear, "Okay, then you can be with me from now on." She laughed and tried to pinch me, her face clearly red.

After she got off work, we went out to find a restaurant. Since we weren't very familiar with the area, we searched for a long time and only

found two places selling steamed buns and one selling Shennongjia-style flatbread. By then, it was getting dark, and it started to drizzle.

Autumn in Beijing almost never rains, but on this important day...

she spoke first: "How about we do it another day? I'll treat you." I figured that was the only option,

so I offered to take her home. She said she was sorry to trouble me, as her home was quite far away, but after my insistence, she finally

agreed.

When we arrived at Lishuiqiao subway station, it was almost 8 o'clock, and it was raining quite heavily. Since it was

a ten-minute walk from the subway station to her house, we were both soaked before we even reached her building. Seeing that

she was already home, I deliberately said I wanted to go back in the rain. She said, "You're all soaked, and you haven't

eaten . Come to my place to take shelter from the rain, have some food before you leave." Her soft, Cantonese-accented Mandarin

melted my heart.

She shared an apartment with a couple, who happened to be away for the past few days. You might wonder

why there are so many coincidences? Actually, without these coincidences, how could I have experienced these things, and how could this article be written ?Why does i=68> exist? It is because a miraculously beautiful outcome is brought about by a series of coincidences that it is worth remembering and recording.

In this enclosed space filled with a warm fragrance, I saw the toilet she had used,

the bathtub , the towel she had used to wipe her breasts and buttocks, the bed she had slept on while naked, the stockings, bra

and panties hanging in front of the window, and the fluffy slippers that had once covered her cute little feet on the floor. Watching her pert, round but not large

buttocks wriggling around as she busied herself, I felt a surge of wicked desire rising within me. I fantasized about rushing up to her

, pinning her down on the sofa, tearing off her skirt, ripping her stockings and panties, frantically biting her shapely, snowy buttocks,

and then thrusting my swollen, bursting penis hard into her tender, wet vagina, pounding away, splashing

droplets of water everywhere.

"You dry yourself first, I'm going to take a shower, and I'll cook for you after I'm done." The soft voice startled me awake, and then

a clean white towel floated by. I saw that she had changed into a blue fluffy bathrobe and was walking towards the bathroom. Her

beautiful curves were faintly visible, and her long hair was loose, showing me her most charming side. At this moment,

I realized that my brother was already painfully swollen.

After she came out, she went to cook, and then we ate together. We chatted about everything under the sun. After dinner, the rain hadn't

stopped, so we went to her bedroom to watch TV. We sat side by side,

eating

oranges and chatting. She nudged me with her elbow and said, "Hold out your hand." I didn't know what she wanted, so I obediently held it out to her. She pouted and spat two orange seeds into my palm, looking at me with her big, watery eyes and saying, "

Let me teach you, when you're chasing a girl, you need to be quick-witted. Girls pay a lot of attention to details." I pointed to her chest with my

chin and joked, "Hey, my eyes are already very sharp. Well, you've already exposed yourself

." She looked down and saw that the front of her robe was ripped open, and from my perspective, I

could see most of her smooth, creamy breasts. She quickly pressed her hands to her chest, then bit her lower lip, frowned slightly,

and pretended to be angry, pinching my waist hard. I got an erection again. I found that teasing her

was particularly arousing.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and thought carefully about what I wanted to do tonight.

Everyone knows the answer.

If I assaulted her, would she turn on me and send me away? Probably not. Bringing a man home so late at night

, anyone would have all sorts of wild thoughts. But maybe she really just wanted me to get out of the rain, maybe she just saw me as a younger brother?

Should I do it or not? I hesitated, and finally decided to take a gamble, so I used the golden rule for seducing a married woman

—the massage technique.

I braced myself and said to her, "Sis, you've been standing all day, it must be so tiring. Let me give you a massage."

My face was burning hot after I said that, and I didn't dare meet her gaze, as if any dirty thoughts I had would be exposed nakedly under her

eyes .

"Hehe, okay, thank you." I didn't expect her to agree so readily.

She lay face down on the bed, gathering her fragrant long hair to her right, her right cheek resting on her crossed forearms, while her left cheek

was exposed to my lustful gaze. The contours of her face were beautiful, soft and delicate.

I knelt beside her, gently massaging her shoulders. Her shoulders were long and narrow, slender and soft, and even more so,

smooth and slippery, like water.

My hands slowly pressed down, from her cervical spine to her lumbar spine, then stopped. Touching her smooth skin,

I measured her soft, slender waist with both palms, imagining how tender and radiant her body must be beneath her bathrobe. Then I

moved down, slowly touching her buttocks, stopping when half of my palm covered her plump, smooth bottom,

pressing gently, watching her reaction. She didn't say anything.

Just as I was hesitating whether to probe further down, she said in a languid, seductive voice, "Don't keep

pressing the same spot, press them all." Hearing this, I gritted my teeth, not giving myself a chance to think, and suddenly

placed both hands on the top of her round buttocks. I was so excited at that moment, my head was buzzing, and

all I could hear was my heart pounding rapidly. My hands gently pressed on her buttocks,

and after seeing that she didn't react, my fingers gradually increased the pressure, from pressing to kneading. After confirming that she wasn't unhappy, I gradually

increased the pressure, shaping her beautiful buttocks into various shapes, my mind still fantasizing about the snow-white

buttocks being forcefully spread open by me, her pink anus exposed before my eyes.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the more impulsive I became. Finally, my impulse broke through the shackles of reason, and

I pressed myself against her from behind. My lips and nose greedily rubbed against her fragrant face and neck, greedily inhaling her scent.

My right hand, which was on her buttocks, with my middle finger as the symbol, thrust into that deep crevice,

trembling as it explored between her legs. She also began to respond to my exploration, bringing her

small mouth, which I had longed for day and night, to my lips, where I wanted to forcefully insert my tongue and penis. We kissed passionately, greedily sucking each other

's tongues and swallowing each other's saliva. I could hear her breathing become heavy, and the occasional moan almost

made me ejaculate.

I lifted her skirt with my right hand, caressing and kneading her smooth buttocks, vulva, and thighs. Her tight cotton

panties were already damp, feeling slippery to the touch. Thinking about the source of these dampness, the burning desire within me

intensified. I slipped my hand inside her panties, my middle finger nestled deep between her buttocks, gently massaging her warm,

soft anus. The anus, shy and hesitant, contracted, trying to escape my fingertip, its petals fluttering as if

desperately trying to push my finger out. Then my middle finger continued downwards, across a smooth surface, to a quiet hot spring.

My fingertip lightly grazed the water's surface, and she let out a long, trembling "Mmm," almost causing my erection to misfire again.

My right middle finger plunged into the spring, stirring it, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, the warm water splashing everywhere. Her trembling "Mmm"s from

her nose mingled together, and her hips occasionally convulsed violently.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, turned over, and sat up. I, too, rose in surprise, kneeling beside her,

staring at her, bewildered. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and the front of her robe was wide open,

exposing . Her long, slender, white thighs were exposed to the roots, and I could see that her white panties had been pulled down to her mid-thighs.

She suddenly stopped herself, which surprised me. She said, "You're all wet, go take a shower.

" I wondered if this was a delaying tactic, but looking into her moist, misty eyes, I felt I couldn't bear to ...I dared not force myself on her, because I realized that I had fallen deeply in love with the beautiful married woman in front of me.

After obediently taking a shower, I went into her bedroom wearing only my underwear. My penis was still erect, the fabric

forming a rounded shape. She was already in bed wearing a bathrobe. Because I was still wet, I didn't rush in. I lay down

beside her, gently stroking the contours of her face with the back of my fingers. She didn't react, just kept her eyes closed. I

gently kissed her forehead and cheeks. Just as I was about to kiss her lips, she opened her eyes, touched

my left cheek with her right hand, looked at me, and said, "S (my name), we can't do this." I took her

right hand, kissed it lightly, and said, "But I love you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. This must be

love at ." Actually, I didn't know when I fell in love with her; it's just that men like to say that. Then

she said softly, "But I'm already married." I suddenly didn't know what to say. I paused for a moment and

said, "Yes, I know." Then, without giving her time to think, I pinched her chin with my right hand and kissed

her lips.

She resisted a little, turning her head away and pushing me away with her hands, refusing to open her mouth. So I released my right hand and kissed her

ear and neck. She kept dodging, saying, "No, don't do this." I slipped my right hand inside her

robe and grasped her breast, feeling its soft, smooth texture, gently squeezing it. She grabbed my right hand again,

quite forcefully.

I got a little impatient, suddenly sat up, and threw back the covers. She was startled, covering her chest with her hands. I grabbed

both her hands and pressed them above her head, pressing my body against hers, frantically kissing every place I could reach. She shook

her head from side to side in resistance. This scene felt exactly like a rape scene in a Japanese AV. Slowly, her breathing became

heavy , and she gradually stopped resisting, beginning to reciprocate my kisses. Her legs wrapped around mine, and I released her

hands, wrapping my arms around her back. She also passionately tightened her embrace around my neck. I spread her legs apart, my chest pressed

against her smooth, full breasts, and my swollen penis rubbed against her genitals through her two layers of underwear. At that moment, I

only wanted to hold her tightly, experiencing the satisfaction of soulmates and bodies intertwined. We held each other tighter

and tighter, as if in this way we would become one. Our breathing grew heavier and heavier until she

let out a long "hmm" and said, "Ouch, I can't breathe." Then we looked at each other and laughed. Like a mischievous little

girl quickly bit my lip, then buried her face in my shoulder and neck, giggling. At that moment

, I felt that I was her support, her man, and she was my beloved little woman. The satisfaction

was so intense that I tried to find that feeling again with other girls afterward, and while I experienced it, it was nowhere near

as strong as with her.

Her giggles echoed in my ears, her warm breath caressing my shoulders and neck, stirring my primal

desires. Looking at her snow-white ears and a few strands of dark hair, I couldn't resist taking her soft earlobe

into my mouth, gently teasing it with my tongue, exhaling long, hot breaths from my nostrils into her ear canal, like a whistling

wind that sent shivers down her spine, causing her to moan softly again, goosebumps rising on her neck.

I continued downwards, licking her neck, her collarbone, gently biting her throat with my teeth, and then continued downwards, reaching

the breasts I had long dreamed of.

I pulled my hands away from her back, propped myself up, and carefully examined the pair of jade-like breasts that had haunted my dreams.

The sight made my heart flutter; they were like white jade tofu, their skin snow-white and smooth, almost translucent, with

a few blue veins faintly visible beneath. My breath on them made it seem as if that snowy mound was about to sink in

. The areolas were a pale brown, and the cherry-like nipples were already proudly erect.

She had her hands deeply embedded in my hair, pressing down slightly. I understood, and began to

slowly circle one nipple with the tip of my tongue, while my other hand covered the other mound. Surprisingly, I couldn't fully grasp it; the soft flesh

swelled between my fingers. With each squeeze and release, the other nipple was taken into my mouth, sometimes

teased with the tip of my tongue, sometimes licked fiercely with the body. Under this series of teasing, she raised her pointed chin and let out

a dreamlike moan.

Without lingering on her abdomen, my tongue went straight to between her two smooth, white thighs. I pulled down her

panties and carefully examined the hot spring between her legs.

The hot spring was only sparsely covered, with a crimson slit hidden within, like a piece of crystal-clear white jade

cracked open, revealing an alluring light red hue. A pool of water was slowly overflowing, gathering below the opening

to form a glistening drop of jade dew. I extended my tongue and licked away that drop of jade dew, its texture smooth, warm, and salty. I then

licked upwards along the slit, squeezing out a little more, and probed the slit with the tip of my tongue, beginning an insatiable quest. She, unable to withstand such

stimulation, grabbed my hair with her fingers, her smooth thighs clamping my face tightly. I forcefully pried open her legs,

sweeping her valley with my tongue, leaving no crevice unexplored, then deeply inserting my tongue into

the spring , stirring wildly, swallowing the warm water along with her saliva. Her cries grew louder and more urgent,

finally stopping abruptly at the peak. Her lower abdomen tightened, revealing her ribs clearly. She held this position for

three seconds before her body began to convulse rhythmically—she had climaxed.

After the climax, we embraced again, kissing passionately. She was even more fervent than before,

licking away all the saliva that had touched my lips. Then she rolled over and pinned me beneath her, kissing me wildly before

whispering in my ear, "Baby, I'm here to serve you." Another surge of urge to ejaculate overwhelmed me.

Her first target was my nipples, which aren't very sensitive, so I'll skip the details.

Next, her tongue gently glided across my abdominal muscles (which are now gone), lightly

biting my side. She knelt between my legs, pulling down my underwear. My long-suppressed penis was finally

released, nodding excitedly at her. I closed my eyes, preparing to concentrate and fully enjoy the pleasure that was about to begin.

A soft little hand grasped my penis, gently stroking it. The feeling was so

much . Just as I was enjoying it, she teased, "Hey, it's leaking! Look!" I looked up,

and sure enough, a drop the size of a mung bean had spilled from the tip. She quickly licked it with her tongue, and I shuddered. She

smiled smugly, stroking my penis softly, and said, "Close your eyes and enjoy it." (

An actress in a pornographic film I downloaded from a sex forum said something similar, ugh…) I smiled gratefully at her, closed my eyes, and lay down.i=65> Feeling her gentle little hands, I also look forward to an even stronger pleasure.

Without warning, her hand stopped, and then I suddenly felt as if my lower body was enveloped in a

warm, steamy mist, with a nimble little snake sometimes disappearing into the mist, sometimes

slithering around my glans, urethra, and urethral opening, making me feel completely comfortable, and I couldn't help but moan. She would

chat with me for a bit, asking if I felt good, and whether other girls were as good as her. Watching her sexy little mouth opening and

closing above my glans, imagining that it was this beautiful mouth that had just held my penis,

that pure tongue that had completely moistened my glans, a perverse pleasure spread throughout my body, forcing me to

ejaculate almost onto her snow-white face. Then she lifted my legs, watching me intently as she

teased . It wasn't my erogenous zone, but seeing this

woman—whose touch had once excited me—crouching between my legs, making

intimate , all for my pleasure, the visual stimulation and mental satisfaction once again brought me to the brink of

climax.

I quickly pulled the beauty beneath me, flipped her over, and spread her legs. My erect, throbbing penis

aimed at her wet, soft opening, thrusting in deeply. A high-pitched, ecstatic sound followed, quickly

transforming into rapid, continuous trembling. My penis ravaged that clear spring, the glans moving

in and out of those smooth folds. The glistening vaginal fluid, through the continuous friction of flesh, turned into white foam, mixing with the still-fluffy

liquid, splashing everywhere, sticking to her lower abdomen, pubic hair, scrotum, and her snow-white buttocks.

I lay on top of her, my chest pressing against her soft breasts, my hands lifting her round buttocks from behind,

forcefully spreading them apart, my penis thrusting in with all my might. There was no nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, no G-spot stimulation, only

the intense, all-too-thick piston-like motion driven by animalistic instincts. Her short, trembling moans continued, and the pleasure I derived from the friction between my penis and her

vagina quickly accumulated at the head of my penis. Her moans grew shorter and shorter, and my pleasure

grew stronger and stronger. When her moans reached their highest point and then abruptly stopped, the pleasure at the head of my penis had reached its

explosive threshold. She tightened her lower abdomen, arched her slender waist, and pressed her buttocks down as if trying to escape the pounding of my penis

, but I blocked her with my hands. I gripped her snowy buttocks tightly, my penis plunging deep into her vagina,

my lower abdomen pressing against her clitoris. Her clitoral muscles began to contract violently, and streams of hot semen shot out like bullets,

spraying onto her cervix, which was also contracting intensely. Wave after wave, our cheeks pressed together, chests and abdomens

pressed tightly , our bodies and souls truly merging.

Afterwards, she nestled in my arms like a cat, falling into a deep sleep as I gently stroked her.

For several days in a row, we made love frantically every day. The kitchen, the bathtub, the toilet, the balcony at night

—everywhere bore the marks of our union. I used up two whole boxes of condoms. Later, her husband came to visit

a few times, but because he was busy with business in Guangdong, he couldn't stay for more than a few days before returning home. We rented another

apartment, not far from my school and Zhonghai. We cooked together, ate together, showered together, watched

TV together, and slept together every day, just like a young married couple.

Sometimes when she talked to her husband on the phone, I could tell she cared deeply for him. I never asked

her if she loved me, because I felt I had no right to ask. First, I was a mistress; second, I

wasn't capable of being her support.

Later, the price of secondhand laptops kept dropping, and she couldn't make ends meet in Beijing, so she decided to go back to Guangdong. Before leaving,

she said she hadn't had a proper chance to explore Beijing yet, and asked me to take her sightseeing. So I took her to

Fragrant Hills, Yanqi Lake, Badaling Great Wall, and Tantuo Temple, among other famous scenic spots. It was

the season , and she was overjoyed to see the peach blossoms covering Tantuo Temple. Looking at her happy face, I

felt a deep sadness. Every day after sightseeing, we would go home, rest briefly, and then have sex while showering.

Sometimes we would do it while cooking, and sometimes even while eating (quite exciting, guys might want to try it). Sex

in bed before bed was a daily ritual.

Later, she really did go back to Guangdong. After she left, I changed my QQ and phone number, and we never contacted each other again

. Since she left, I've slept with five girls, but none of their bodies have

captivated me like hers. The feeling she gave me is far beyond anything I've experienced with them. After making love with her, caressing

her in my arms felt like pure bliss, but after making love with the others, I only felt an endless

emptiness, and my longing for her grew stronger.

They say time heals all wounds, and I think that includes longing.

We were both passionate people. Today, I'm sharing our past with you fellow enthusiasts, not to desecrate her

. Neither of us were slaves to lust, so I believe our passionate sex was

the best expression of our love.

I spent six hours writing this today, as a tribute to our lost love.

(The End)

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