Romantic Encounter in Zhuhai

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I've been browsing this forum for quite a while now, always carefully reading everyone's articles, though I'm rather lazy.

Actually, I 've had a romantic encounter myself. I didn't consider it a romantic encounter, and at the time, I didn't think about what it was.

Now, we've lost touch and become just ordinary friends, occasionally exchanging phone calls. Looking back,

it's just a small episode in my life's journey, a faint memory. I've been in a good mood these past two days, so I'm simply

recording it here to share with friends who have had similar experiences. Please don't question its veracity; just treat it as a story.

It must have been sometime during the first month of the lunar calendar in 2005. We went back to work on the eighth day, so it was probably the sixth. I flew from Changsha to Zhuhai.

The flight was from Xi'an to Zhuhai, with a stopover in Changsha. Those who travel this route should know this. I

even met a colleague on the plane. I was surprised; she's from Beijing, but she came from Xi'an. I didn't dare

ask her, but I thought she must be getting married soon. The flight from Changsha to Zhuhai takes an hour, arriving around 7 pm. I

dozed off a little on the plane. After leaving the terminal, I headed straight for the bus. Zhuhai Airport was deserted, with only about ten

flights a day, and even fewer at night, so the buses had to wait for passengers. I sat in a double window

seat , and people boarded and moved to the back, leaving the front seats only occupied at the very back. Just as I was making

a phone call to a friend, a woman sat down next to me. Zhuhai Airport was pitch black, and the bus

lights weren't on either. I was on the phone, so I didn't notice her at first, but I smelled a faint, pleasant fragrance—

the kind of scent I really liked. After the bus started moving, I used the sliver of orange

light to glance at her. She had a beautiful face, a radiant complexion, curly hair, and wore a

plaid trench coat. She looked to be around 28-30 years old, and I was particularly captivated by her fragrance. She probably

noticed me looking at her and turned to look at me too. I tilted my head slightly and frowned as a greeting,

and she smiled back. We didn't talk to each other at the time. I kept looking out the window. After a while, she suddenly

asked to borrow my phone because hers was dead. I gave it to her, and I vaguely heard

a little girl talking to her. She said her mother had gotten off the plane and was almost home. After giving me back my phone,

we started chatting, talking about the weather in Zhuhai, the atmosphere of the Lunar New Year in Hunan, how long it had been since I'd been home, and so on—just

aimless rambling. When we were almost at the Zhongzhu Building, I had to get off first because I lived in Gongbei. I asked

if it would be convenient to exchange contact numbers so we could meet up and chat sometime. She gave me her number. When I

got off the bus, I deliberately moved closer to her; I really liked her

perfume. To this day, I still don't know what brand it was.

I live in Gongbei, and she lives in Xiangzhou. Around 10 PM, I called her to

ask if she had arrived home. She told me she had. We chatted casually on the phone. She told me her

surname was Zhang, and her given name was very masculine, a stark contrast to her personality—I won't say what

it was. Anyway, we talked about her name for quite a while that day. When we hung up, she said

she was going to Foshan in a few days and if I was free, we could meet up.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, taking full advantage of the Guangdong custom of collecting

lucky money , collecting nearly a thousand yuan. Near the end of the workday, I received a call from her. She asked what I

was doing. I said I was counting money, all new ten-yuan bills, and now I smelled of ink all over.

She laughed on the other end of the phone. After laughing, she said it was her treat today. I said okay, this ink smell

can't be washed off; it will only disappear when all the money is spent.

So we arranged to meet at Red Pepper that evening (this restaurant is now closed; it was reported for tax evasion,

fined a large sum, and the owner quit). She sat next to me on my way back from the airport that day, but because it was night

and the bus lights weren't on, I didn't get a clear look at her. So, after confirming we'd be having dinner together,

I was still really looking forward to her appearance, looking forward to smelling that faint, lingering

perfume scent I'd always been so fond of.

Finally, I saw her again, and this time I could see her clearly. She saw me at the restaurant entrance

and walked over with a smile. She was about 162 cm tall, with delicate, well-proportioned features, moisturized,

radiant skin, and a well-maintained figure. She was still wearing that plaid trench coat, only this time she'd changed the pants to a skirt. When she

sat down , the breeze she brought carried my familiar, beloved perfume scent directly into my nose, which

I thoroughly enjoyed. We chatted over dinner. It turned out she had recently divorced. Her ex-husband was from Guangdong, had a successful

career, and was quite wealthy. She had always lived a comfortable life, but was also financially independent. She

didn't stay home as a stay-at-home wife and mother; she had her own job. However, the common problem with Guangdong men

was evident in her ex-husband. A year after they had their child, he had an affair. She said

she couldn't accept it, that she wasn't a Guangdong woman and couldn't accept it, and she kept demanding a divorce. After

two years, she finally succeeded. Aside from their four-bedroom apartment in Zhuhai and their daughter, she

didn't ask for anything else, just to secure the divorce. After the divorce, her former company moved from Zhuhai to

Foshan, and she went with them, managing the company's finances. Her daughter still lives with her grandmother, and she goes back to Zhuhai

about every two weeks.

She's a confident, capable, and generous woman; these qualities are evident in her demeanor and speech.

After dinner, unlike in TV dramas or most relationships here, we didn't take

a walk first, then ask each other if we wanted to go upstairs, or even go to a hotel.

We both went home that day, and didn't contact each other for a while. I don't know how much time passed, maybe half a month

, when I was organizing my phone book and saw her name. Wondering how she was doing, I

called her. She was clearly surprised by my call, her joy overflowing, saying she thought I

wouldn't call. I teased her, saying I'd been waiting for her call, but I couldn't resist

calling first. She said she didn't believe me. I asked where she was, and she said she was in Foshan and

couldn't .

At that moment, without hesitation, I told her on the phone, "Then I'll come see you in Foshan this week."

She didn't answer on the phone, hesitated for a moment, and after about five or six seconds, I urged her:

"Okay ?

" She asked very softly, "When are you coming?" I said, "Saturday, maybe. If you have a place to stay, I'll

come back on Sunday." She said she did.

The weather was particularly nice that weekend. After lunch, I called her and told her I had bought a ticket for the

2 PM bus to Foshan, departing from Gongyun Station and arriving around 4 PM. She replied, "Okay," and told me to

get off at the entrance of a large supermarket, not to go to the terminal station, and that she would meet me there. Actually, I

was confirming whether she really wanted me to come. We're both adults; we

both know what might happen after I arrived. In Guangdong, once the weather clears up, the temperature rises quickly, so I set

off wearing only a shirt and a jacket. I arrived in Foshan around 4 PM sharp. Before the bus even stopped, I saw her through the window

. She saw me too and smiled at me.

Her place was very close, and we walked and talked, arriving at her place in about 10 minutes. The apartment had two bedrooms and a living room, and

the living room was quite large. She told me she had been sharing it with a colleague, who had gone home for the Spring Festival and wouldn't return until

after the 15th. I noticed a building next door was very close to hers, probably only

about . I joked that the two buildings were practically touching; you could practically step across them.

After settling in quickly, we watched TV and chatted. Suddenly, she pointed to the large sofa in the living room

and said, "You'll sleep here tonight." I was initially taken aback, mainly because I hadn't expected her to say that, but then

I immediately laughed and said "okay" several times.

We watched TV for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, we went downstairs for dinner at a Western

restaurant each ordering a clay pot rice. After dinner, she took me for a walk in the square across the street. I stayed

very close to her the whole time; I really loved her perfume and her

scent, but I didn't touch her. I asked her what brand of perfume she was wearing, saying it smelled wonderful. She told me the

brand (I forgot what she told me). In February, the temperature difference between day and night in Guangdong is quite large.

We were both only wearing jackets, and it got a bit chilly at night. She said, "Let's go back,

it's a bit cold. It wouldn't be good if you caught a cold after coming all this way to Foshan." Given my personality, if my female companion really doesn't want to, I would never force her

. From the moment I met her on the airport bus until our walk in the square in Foshan, I never said

a single . But I knew what I was thinking, and she knew it too.

Back in the room, around 8 o'clock, she said she was going to take a shower, and I could watch TV first. I

thought to myself, what else can I do if I don't watch TV? She went into the bathroom, and I heard the door slam shut. Women

tend to take long showers; most of the women I've met take 20 to 30 minutes, and she was no

exception . As I watched TV, I lost interest. The sound of running water, the soft yellow light shining through the frosted glass,

and the glimpses of a beautiful, naked female body on the other side of the glass made me restless; my body

started stir.

Women take a really long time showering. I stood up and called out through the glass, "Are you alright?" She replied that she

was almost done. I joked, "Should I pass you a towel?" She said, "No need." I heard

the water stop, so I leaned against the doorframe and waited. After she lingered inside for quite a while, the bathroom door

finally opened. The scene there completely surprised me, and my previously calm emotions

began to falter. My most primal male urges slowly began to build. She came out of the bathroom

wearing only a silk green long-sleeved shirt (pajamas). The shirt was a bit too big, just covering her

buttocks, and her entire lower body, from her thighs up, was bare. It was the first time I had ever seen her bare legs; they were

beautiful , truly snow-white, and incredibly sexy. I was completely mesmerized. She seemed a little embarrassed, blushing

, and said, "You should hurry up and shower too." As soon as she finished speaking, I heard her scream, and she ran to her room,

slamming the door shut. I was stunned at first, not knowing what was going on. I turned around and realized what was happening.

The living room curtains weren't drawn, and the two houses were very close together. The light was on in the opposite room, and

two people were moving around inside. This brought me back to my senses. I still clearly remember the scene of her

coming —so alluring, so sexy, so beautiful. The reason I said I was surprised is because in my mind

, that kind of feeling only happens in relatively intimate relationships, like between spouses, lovers, or partners.

And she and I weren't even that. Even I felt a little embarrassed.

I mainly live in Zhuhai. Zhuhai has a good environment, which fostered my love of sports. I'm good at

swimming , badminton, and road cycling. My physique is naturally very good—

strong and robust. I've never been sick since adulthood. Although I'm not very tall, I have great confidence in my body.

I quickly took a shower and came out wearing only shorts and a short-sleeved tight-fitting top. Without hesitation,

I went straight into her room (I was still thinking, what if she locked the door? Haha). She was lying

on the bed, leaning against two pillows, reading a magazine. When she saw me come in, she smiled, a very bright smile, but

her first words were, "You're sleeping on the sofa tonight." I said, "I know, you gave the order this afternoon, but

it's so , how am I supposed to sleep?" Before she could say anything more, I got into bed, pulled the blanket to her pillow,

and lay down beside her at an angle. She put down her magazine, looked at me, and didn't say anything. I said, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

She didn't answer me, but slowly rested her head on my right chest. I reached out my right hand, put it around her

head, wrapped it around her shoulder, and buried my nose in her freshly dried hair, taking a deep breath.

Neither of us spoke, we just lay there quietly. She closed her eyes and leaned against me, and I took advantage of this position and time to carefully look at her body. A very full body, very white and moist skin, slender and beautiful

fingers .

At this point, the green shirt no longer completely covered her buttocks, and her white panties

were showing. Add to that the fact that her round, warm, and alluring body was pressed tightly against me, and I

was constantly inhaling the scent of her hair gel and perfume, and even a god couldn't resist such an environment.

My body reacted very strongly, and she probably sensed it too, shifting slightly but neither

pressing any closer nor pulling away.

I felt I couldn't wait any longer. I turned and embraced her, my left hand not touching her breast, but resting on her

lower abdomen . I kissed her forehead first, then lowered my hand to gently kiss her neck, lightly licking her ear with my tongue

. She finally reacted, reaching her right hand over to hug me. So,

I gently lifted her face with my left hand and slowly pressed my lips to hers. Our

lips met tightly, and she let out a soft "mmm," hooking her right arm around my

neck . I slipped my tongue into her mouth, gently swirling it around hers. Her right hand

tightened around my neck, and her breathing became heavier. My left hand naturally rested on her breast,

gently caressing it, and then I began to unbutton her shirt. She didn't resist; our lips remained tightly

pressed together. I unbuttoned her shirt, reached my left hand behind her back, and gently tugged at the bra clasp

. It opened easily, revealing a pair of full, adorable, snow-white breasts. I half-

held one breast in each hand, gently rubbing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger.

Her moans grew faster and louder. I moved my body down,

away from her lips, and gently kissed her breasts. She held my head with both hands (

because hold onto; I wonder

what she felt at that moment, haha), her body rolling slightly back and forth, her two snow-white, sexy legs intertwined

tightly, as if afraid I would pry them apart. I ignored her, continuing my actions, my left hand

constantly caressing her body, not touching her most intimate parts.

Her legs sometimes clamped tightly together, sometimes parted, the amplitude and frequency of her body movements increasing, and

her moans changing from "mmm" to "ah." I continued downwards, pulling her pants down to her knees. She lifted her leg and rubbed the pants off

herself , then immediately clamped them together again. I used my hands to pry her legs apart—or rather

, I just gestured, and she parted them on her own. I then lay between her legs.

The dark bush was thick, almost completely covering her cute little pubic area. The two delicate labia were slightly parted,

revealing a little bit of clear fluid, but I knew it wasn't time to deal with it yet. I lifted her

thighs with both hands and kissed the inside of her thighs. She instinctively covered that most private place with her hands.

I found it adorable when a woman did this.

I gently stroked the inside of her thighs with my tongue and lightly massaged her perineum with my fingers. She kept

covering herself with her hands, her head turned to one side, biting her lip tightly, and the sounds from her throat became more rapid.

After a while, I removed her hands from her lower body. She hugged my head again. I gently

pried open her vulva with my fingers, revealing her translucent pink labia. I felt her

grabbing my head, trying to grab my hair, but she didn't. I sucked on her labia with my lips, gently

pulling them apart. My hands moved upwards, caressing her clitoris and body. Her buttocks began to lift and

wiggle, and she started moaning. I then teased her clitoris with my tongue. She

sat up and said in a trembling voice, our first words in bed: "Stop kissing, just take me!

" At this point, I knew I was completely aroused, and she was beyond desire,

like a pile of tinder doused with gasoline, ready to ignite and explode. I got up and walked to the corner of the bed, bent down

and hugged her legs, dragging her to the edge of the bed. Then I squatted down slightly, spreading her legs apart. She

was already soaking wet, the fluid dripping from her vulva down her perineum, dripping onto the floor. I told

her I was going to go in, and she nodded repeatedly. So, with my rock-hard erection, I aimed and

slowly, forcefully, pushed in.

The details that followed are best left undescribed. It was an absolutely passionate and exciting night. I

was the , while she was passive, and I enjoyed it. I felt in control, a

sense of satisfaction and conquest. Her voice was incredibly loud, especially during the final climax; screams wouldn't be

an exaggeration. Several times I shoved her green shirt into her mouth, and she bit it, shaking her head wildly

. When she was about to climax, she would pull the shirt out, and I would silence her with my

lips . I don't know exactly how many times we did it, but I felt like we were both completely wet that night

. She changed the pillows under her buttocks twice, and the sheets were stuck together. I don't remember when we fell asleep, but I woke up

the next morning close to 10 a.m. I laughed and told her that her voice was incredibly loud the night before. She pinched

my thigh, looked at me seriously, and said, "You're lying."

We chatted in bed for a while. She said she wanted to go back to Zhuhai, but she was reluctant to leave her job here.

She was now in charge of both finances and production at the company, which was invaluable experience. Her boss trusted her and

wanted to work there for another year or two before starting her own business. We didn't talk about what happened last night. After a while, she got up, but

I had thrown her underwear somewhere. She had to put on her green shirt and went

out . I went back to sleep. A while later, she brought in two cups of hot milk, saying she needed to rehydrate. I

took the milk and laughed, saying, "I remember sleeping on the sofa last night. How did I end up on your bed?" She stared at

me and replied, "How should I know!"

We had lunch at a Hunan restaurant. While eating, I asked her when she was going back to Zhuhai. She

said she had just started working and was very busy, so it might be until the end of the month. I told her not to forget to call me when she got back to Zhuhai.

After lunch , I took a bus back to Zhuhai. She saw me off at the station. Just before I boarded the bus, I whispered in her ear,

"I really like your scent." She blushed and didn't say anything.

Later, after she returned to Zhuhai, she called me. I went to her home in Xiangzhou, a large four-bedroom, two-living-room

house . We spent two nights together—two very passionate nights. Every corner of the house, every

table big enough for her, bore our marks. When she had some free time, she said she didn't plan to return to Zhuhai for the time being;

she wanted to rent out her house there and discussed the details of the rental agreement with me.

Actually, our story is quite simple. Due to work, I often travel for business,

spending 20 out of 30 days a month on the road, flying over major cities across the country. We couldn't see each other often.

The attachment in my heart naturally diminished over time. Deep down, I still had feelings for her, but due to my personality and

work, I couldn't stay by her side. Since I became an adult, I've lived this kind of

life. If I hadn't stopped and prepared myself, I wouldn't be able to walk down

the aisle .

Later, I only visited Foshan once. She would call me when she returned to Zhuhai, but I was usually not available.

With fewer meetings, the phone calls naturally became less frequent, but I never forgot her. I like capable,

independent women, and she is that kind of woman. Every time we talked on the phone, I would praise her, and she was very touched, saying that I had praised her the most

and admired her the most. She liked me very much too, but understood that she couldn't make any demands of me.

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