My romantic encounter with the "Fruit Beauty"

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Years ago, I lived in an old, run-down neighborhood in a coastal city. My place was ordinary, just

a temporary lodging, and it didn't feel like home at all. There were several hair salons downstairs in that neighborhood. Back

then

hair salon industry was booming; everywhere you looked were those red-lit salons, all with red lights, all with

sexy women, all without hairdressing tools, and all with fixed prices—no cheating, young or old. Although I really wanted to go in and have

some

fun with some women, I had just graduated from school and was penniless. The only 800 yuan I had was

my first month's salary advanced from the company's finance department; I couldn't possibly borrow money for women. I had broken up with my girlfriend of over

two years . So, whenever I felt sexually aroused by those sexy women in the salons, I could only

relieve myself through masturbation.

At that time, I was in my early twenties, young and vigorous, strong enough to kill a cow—

how could my fingers satisfy me? Without the pleasure of physical intimacy with a woman, without her

soft moans and gasps, it's like having no food to eat—it fills your stomach, but leaves you feeling tasteless.

At that time, the company I worked for had far more men than women, and most of the women's faces were too unattractive.

I could barely accept having sex with them while their heads were covered, but I would never have sex with them face-to-face. So, I found

work incredibly boring.

Not far from where I lived, there was a fruit shop. The owner was a tall, beautiful woman, about

twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She had a very voluptuous figure, with ample curves in all the right places, and dressed very scantily: a round-neck

short-sleeved t-shirt that revealed half of her breasts and a deep cleavage when she bent over; and incredibly

short

denim shorts that almost exposed her buttocks. Her shop usually closed around 10:30 pm,

and it often had fresh peaches, my favorite. Therefore, every night before going home, I would go to the store to buy some

peaches and take a look at the female shop owner so that I could use her as the object of my sexual fantasies. So, every time I saw her

,

I couldn't help but imagine the shape of her breasts, the size of her areolas, the amount of pubic hair, the color of her labia... One

evening, before I even entered the shop, I smelled an unpleasant odor. I quickly covered my nose and asked her, "

What's that smell? It's so strong! It smells awful!"

She chuckled and said, "Durian. It's not a pleasant smell at first, like stinky tofu—it doesn't smell good, but

it tastes good. Judging by your appearance, you're from inland China, right?"

I replied, "Yes, from Hunan. I've never seen a durian before." Seeing that she didn't seem like a local woman, I

said, "You don't seem like a local either, are you from another province?"

She laughed, "From Hubei, so I guess we're practically from the same province. Do you want to try some durian? I have a few pieces left; you can try them

for free . I guarantee you'll want more after you try them, you won't be able to resist."

I replied, "Really? I'll have to try it." As I spoke, I took the durian, which looked like cheese, from the plate she handed me

.

She was right; durian really is a wonderful thing! It tasted smooth like cream, leaving a lingering fragrance in my mouth, and I

became addicted to it. However, I never brought durian home; I always bought it fresh from the store and ate it on the spot because the peel of the durian

was just too smelly—no matter how much you like it, that's an undeniable fact.

The next day, I mentioned this to a colleague, and he smiled mysteriously: "You should eat more of this; it's good for

male virility!"

I thought he was joking or implying something, so I checked online, and sure enough, science proved that durian

does have aphrodisiac effects and is known as the king of fruits. From then on, I liked eating it even more.

Because I bought fruit from her almost every day, by the end of the month, I was

quite familiar with the female shop owner. Her name was Li Jiajia, she had been married for three years, and lived in a neighborhood less than 500 meters from me.

The weather in City A in July is often unpredictable; one minute it's sunny and clear, the next it's pouring rain.

That night I worked overtime, and it was already 9:30 when I got off. I took the company shuttle back to the city, and after getting off, I walked

back to

my place. It was already 10:15 when I passed the fruit shop. There were no customers, and she was preparing to close up

and go home . Seeing me, she smiled and asked what I wanted. I said durian. She asked if I wanted to eat there. I nodded.

I watched her bend down and deftly peel the durian. Her bending over almost made my penis stand up.

Her

full breasts were completely exposed from the neckline of her t-shirt, and her long, slender legs, supported by high-heeled sandals,

looked even more graceful; her white shorts accentuated her sexy hips. She probably noticed me watching

her, glanced up at me, and smiled faintly. To be honest, although I wanted to sleep with her, I wouldn't

act .

Firstly, the consequences would definitely be unpleasant, and secondly, I also wanted to maintain this ambiguous relationship,

treating her like a sister or a dream girl. Just as I was lost in thought about her, she took out some durian flesh, placed it

on a glass plate, and brought it to me.

I smiled and said, "Want to eat together? It's on me."

She smiled and said, "How could I? You're the customer, I'm the owner. It should be me

treating you."

Just then, a sudden gust of wind arose outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and a downpour began. She quickly rushed outside to bring

the fruit displayed outside back into the shop. Of course, I, a strong and healthy man, couldn't just sit there

like a fool and not help. After a while, we carried all the fruit baskets inside and pulled down the roller

shutter . We were both soaked to the bone, like drowned rats, but thankfully it was the height of summer, so it felt quite cool. We looked

at each other and laughed. She said thank you, and I said you're welcome.

Soaked by the rain, she looked like a woman wearing transparent clothing, her body outline completely visible. Her t-shirt

clung to her chest, revealing the shape of her nipples; her panties, wet from the water, clung to her skin, clearly outlining the contours of her

genitals and buttocks. At that moment, she was so sexy that I almost couldn't breathe.

She took a towel and leaned in to wipe my face. Our faces were less than ten centimeters apart. Rainwater streamed from my

hair down my face and into my mouth, but it couldn't quench my thirst; rainwater had already soaked

the floor from my trouser legs. Her long hair was also wet, clinging casually to her neck, face, and shoulders; her face, washed by the rain...

The towel shone even brighter. I stared intently into her eyes, and she didn't flinch. Suddenly, she switched

the towel to her other hand and touched my face, her lips trembling violently.

What was I waiting for?! I grabbed her and we kissed passionately. She was so excited she could barely

breathe , her whole body trembling uncontrollably. I think this must be the first time she'd experienced something like this, the first

time she

'd had such intimate contact with a man other than her husband. Me too, I felt my hands trembling as I held her

! After all, it was my first time experiencing such passion too. I quickly took off my wet shirt,

then lifted

the hem of her t-shirt. She raised her arm high, and I pulled it off and tossed it aside. She reached

behind her back , removed her wet bra, and threw it aside as well, then immediately hugged me again, kissing me passionately. Her tongue

was wet and

soft, and her kissing technique was skillful; the taste of our tongues intertwining was simply wonderful. I

shakily unbuckled her belt—one of those wide belts women love to wear—and

pulled off her shorts and underwear together. Because they were wet, they were difficult to remove. I lifted her and sat her on the square table. She lifted her legs, allowing me to take them off.

Her

dark pubic hair, soaked by the rain, clung to her high mons pubis. Her hands

trembled as she unbuckled my belt. She pulled off my pants and underwear and held me tightly.

Our two slippery bodies were pressed together. I could feel her still trembling, so I gently comforted

her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay, okay?"

She didn't answer, but her breathing had become much more even. She slid her lips to kiss me. I placed her

on the table and began kissing her neck, her breasts, then her lower abdomen, and finally her genitals. As I licked her

genitals, which were covered

in her vaginal fluid, she touched my head with both hands, tightened her thighs, clamping my head tightly, and

couldn't help but moan softly. She became increasingly aroused by my licking, unconsciously

pressing my head towards her genitals with her hands, her buttocks rising and falling with each thrust. I frequently took her tender vulva into my mouth, savoring its sweet, fishy taste

.

As I licked... unexpectedly, she climaxed, her juices spilling all over the floor. Having licked enough, I

sat on a stool, pulled her onto my lap, and embraced her, kissing her. I let her taste her own

fluids, resulting in both of our mouths being filled with the sweet, fishy flavor.

Suddenly, she slid off my lap, squatted between my legs, and grasped my hard, erect penis with her delicate hands

, stroking it up and down for a while. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked the glans. I suddenly felt

a

jolt, and my body involuntarily recoiled slightly. She looked up and smiled at me, then lowered her head and took the entire glans

into her mouth, sucking on it with such pleasure that I couldn't help but moan. She took it deeper and deeper, finally swallowing the entire penis

, pressing against her throat. However, after a while, she spat out a little, probably because it was pressing against

her throat

and making her uncomfortable. I leaned against the table, letting her lick me, squeezing and kneading her large breasts in my hands

, occasionally rubbing her erect nipples.

After a while, she pulled out my penis, sat back on my lap, and mimicked me, hugging and kissing

me, letting me taste my penis too. Let her taste it, she's already tasted it, why can't I

? Right

? She had completely overcome her nervousness and began to enjoy the pleasure. Her desire was

fully aroused; every part of her body that could become erect was erect: her nipples were erect, her clitoris was erect;

every part that could swell was swelled: her breasts were swelled, her areolas were enlarged, her labia majora were swelled; every part that could open was

open

, opened: her pores were open, her lips were open, her labia minora were open, her vagina

was open . Yes, every part of her body was ready for intercourse, every inch of her skin could be set on

fire.

She stood up, her feet on the ground, one hand around my neck, the other holding my large penis, then

squatted down, opened her hips, aimed my penis at the entrance, and slowly sat down until she swallowed the entire shaft. She

let out a long sigh, then wrapped her arms around my neck and began to move up and down. I felt her vagina was slippery and warm, the feeling of my entire penis being surrounded by tender flesh and constantly rubbing against it was wonderful. As she moved, she kissed my face and neck with her hot lips, her moans growing heavier and her movements . Then, she slowly stopped, clinging to my neck—she was tired. So, I held her waist and thrust my large penis upwards forcefully, and she began to moan again. Soon after, I lifted her and placed her on the table, draping her long, beautiful legs over my shoulders, and holding her hands, doing a doggy-style position. After hundreds of thrusts, I removed her legs from my shoulders, crossed them raised them high. This compressed her labia majora, forming a long, thick, and smooth mound of flesh, exceptionally beautiful; her vagina also immediately narrowed considerably, the tender flesh around it enveloping my penis even more tightly, the wet sounds from her vagina during thrusting becoming louder, and the pleasure of friction intensifying. Her moans grew louder and more seductive. Suddenly, the phone rang. The young woman sat up abruptly, hugged me, and stared at the phone on the counter. She said, "I'll answer it, otherwise my husband will think I didn't bring an umbrella and will have to bring one. Put me down quickly." I smiled at her and said, "How could I bear to? Besides, you don't need to get down." So, I left my large penis inside her vagina, carried her to the counter, and placed her on it, sitting with her legs spread. She laughed and slapped my arm, then took a deep breath, licked her lips, picked up the phone, and sure enough, it was her husband calling. She said, "I brought an umbrella, you don't need to come over, I'll be right back." I thought, if the man on the other end of the line knew that his wife was talking to him with my large penis inside her vagina, he would be furious. Suddenly, I wanted to tease this young woman, so I quietly and quickly thrust in and out a few times, and she indeed let out a soft "Ah!"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just pricked myself on a fruit thorn. That's all. Okay, bye!" The young woman hung up the phone and

immediately gave me a light punch: "You're so mean! I was talking to my husband on the phone, and you were messing with me like that. If he finds out

, I'm in big trouble."

"It's okay, you can just divorce him and marry me," I said, half-seriously, half-jokingly.

"It's not about divorce, it's so embarrassing if word gets out," she said.

I thought about it and realized she was right. Without saying anything more, I continued to have sex with her on the counter. The young woman half-squatted on the counter, and I supported

her buttocks as I moved in and out. Her vagina was stretched wide, and my penis moved in and out freely, which felt quite pleasurable.

This position was too tiring, and the young woman soon got tired. So, I lifted her off the counter, and she stood on the ground,

her hands

... holding onto the counter, and I entered her from behind. I loved her buttocks the most; they were only the size of a palm, small and delicate,

and white. The young woman's large breasts drooped naturally under gravity, making them appear even fuller. As I

thrust forcefully into her clitoris, I reached behind her and cupped her breasts. They were full,

incredibly soft to the touch, like two smooth, elastic balls of new cotton.

The young woman glanced at the clock on the counter; I knew it was getting late, and her husband might become

suspicious if she went home too late. So, I flipped her over, placing her back on the counter, spreading her legs, and began to pound into

her clitoris from the front.

The thrusting became faster and faster, the squelching sounds incessant, and the young woman's breathing and moans grew

increasingly labored, until she was almost out of breath. A large amount of vaginal fluid began to gush from her vagina, flowing

onto the counter, glistening. Her forehead, back, and chest were covered in sweat. She clung to me tighter and tighter,

her legs gripping my waist, her small hands gripping my sweaty back with increasing force. I clung to her

waist in return

, thrusting wildly and relentlessly. Finally, she let out a long "Ah—" and hugged me tightly, as if

trying to meld into my body. Her vagina began to open and close, for about ten times, squeezing my glans

with exhilarating pleasure. I let out a low "Ah—" and finally couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting into her clitoris and ejaculating

deep inside her.

We held each other for four or five minutes, my large penis still inside her, slowly softening. We

didn't say a word. She held my head, burying it in her sweaty cleavage, kissing my forehead

. My hands roamed over her smooth back, my mouth parched, almost enough to drink a whole bucket of water.

She said she had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure and a violent orgasm, not even on our wedding night. I

said I had never felt so stimulated either, more so than the first time we made love.

I was incredibly thirsty, so I released her embrace and slowly pulled my penis out of her vagina,

a large pool of semen flowing onto the counter. She climbed down from the counter, squatted down, and took my penis

in her mouth, licking it clean, removing every last drop of semen. She said it was a special treat for me because she never did that with her

husband

. We rinsed our mouths with water, drinking almost half a bucket of purified water—we were so thirsty

. The young woman parted her labia and rinsed her genitals and vagina with purified water, then smiled and showed me to smell

if was any semen left. I couldn't resist licking it again and again. She giggled and stopped me.

We put on our damp clothes, cleaned the counter, and swept the floor, leaving no trace. The only

evidence was now inside the young woman. She said these few days were her "fertile period," and if we were lucky, she might

get pregnant with my child! I didn't know if she was joking or serious, so I just gave her a vague answer.

We

went out through the back door of the store and locked it. By then, the downpour had stopped, turning into a light drizzle

. Seeing that it was late and she was soaking wet, I knew it wouldn't be convenient for her to go home alone

, so I walked her all the way to the intersection not far from her apartment complex. I watched her enter the complex before returning home to shower, change, and go to sleep.

After that, during that year in City A, whenever I had time in the evenings, she would close her shop an hour early

and come to my place for passionate lovemaking. She would also often secretly make chicken soup at home and bring it to me to nourish me, taking care

of me like an older sister. A year later, I was sent by my company to work at the branch office in City B in inland China. At first, we still kept in touch by phone, but that gradually faded. Two years later, I returned to City A, but she was no longer there . I went to her apartment complex to inquire and learned that she had returned to Hubei Province. Later, whenever I walked past a fruit shop and saw the female shop owner, I couldn't help but think of those passionate nights we spent together, and silently wished her all the best, after all, we had once loved each other. (The End)

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