The mature female manager I hooked

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I've always believed that men should be more carefree. Men have to do things in society, and romantic encounters are inevitable; casual flings are common, including sometimes hiring a prostitute—that's not inherently wrong. However, if you sleep around with too many women, it leads to a problem: you lose your appreciation for women. With too many women, especially if they're of low quality, you won't understand or be willing to slowly develop feelings and appreciate them. A sexual encounter with rich details is much more meaningful; perhaps that's how taste develops. It leaves you with many beautiful memories. Even after many years, you'll still often savor the pleasure. The more you play around, the more real it is, the more beautiful the memories!
If you're lucky enough to meet such a woman—she has a respectable job, isn't a stunning beauty but is still pretty, has been married for three years, and is extremely feminine—I think a story like that would definitely be very interesting. This affair from ten years ago is still vivid and clear in my mind.
That was in 1998. At the time, I was in a relatively relaxed period. I had just finished some business and was traveling with my cousin-in-law to several cities in northern China, preparing to explore other business opportunities. So, the pressure wasn't too great; we were practically doing business while having fun. We first went to Kaifeng and Zhengzhou in Henan, then to Chongqing and the Three Gorges. After resting in Beijing for a few days, my cousin-in-law and I arrived in Shijiazhuang to meet with some of his old friends, who were there to collect debts owed to him. We checked into a four-star hotel in a bustling area of Shijiazhuang and rushed off to find his friends. Of course, those who did well in business were more willing to pay, but those whose businesses were stagnant were the most troublesome. They would arrange everything perfectly for you—good accommodations, good food, high-class entertainment—always with a smile, but they just wouldn't pay! Northerners are straightforward; you can't just refuse to pay even after polite words. There's no need to resort to underhanded tactics. So, my cousin's husband is quite decent; he always manages to get some money back each time he comes, and the rest he can just let go of slowly.
It's because he wants to open a chain of restaurants with me and is eager to secure investment funds that I've accompanied him all over the country to collect debts. But the fact that he can collect money everywhere shows that his business was quite successful back then.
We spent our days talking about eating, playing, not paying back the money, and then having to talk to him again – it was quite tiring. We usually travel a lot and don't eat at hotels. One day, my cousin's husband received a call from his company in Beijing; there was an urgent matter requiring him to return immediately. He said he'd be back soon, and since Shijiazhuang is closer to Beijing, he asked me to wait for him there, as he still had things to take care of here. After he left, I went to the restaurant for lunch and returned to my room. A little while later, the hotel front desk called to ask if I wanted to extend my stay and asked me to come to the front desk to complete the procedures. I went downstairs, and while the receptionist and I were checking in, a woman who looked like the manager came over, seemingly to check on something. She casually asked what room we were checking in for. After the receptionist told her, she smiled and asked, "So you're the guest in room 1813? Mr. Wang asked me to book this room for you and also asked me to keep an eye on it. I was so busy I forgot. How was your stay?" I replied enthusiastically, "It was great, thank you!" In my heart, I was thinking, although Mr. Wang was very hospitable, he probably just wanted us to leave as soon as possible, which is why he booked us for two nights. Sigh, business people. As I answered her, I thought about how I still had to stay here for a few more days, in an unfamiliar place—how boring! I politely asked,
"May I ask your surname? Are you the manager here?"
"My surname is Yu. You'll be staying here, so please call me if you need anything. Here's my business card."
She handed me a business card; indeed, she was the hotel's housekeeping manager. She asked,
"Where are you from? You look like you're from the South."
"I'm from Guizhou. My cousin-in-law is from Beijing; he's going back to Beijing to take care of some business. I'm waiting for him here."
At this point, I looked at her more closely. She was quite tall, probably around 1.7 meters, with typical Northern features: big eyes, short, slightly curly hair, and a beautiful smile. Perhaps because I'm from a very southern region (Fujian) and rarely go to the North, I have a certain fondness for Northerners, especially Northern women. My cousin-in-law and I get along very well; I admire the straightforwardness of Northern men. As for Northern women, I've always preferred tall, full-figured women, and the difference in location between us probably made it even more attractive. From our initial conversation, she didn't seem overly professional or perfunctory; she seemed quite enthusiastic. Of course, because of Mr. Wang, she was much more polite. I figured it wasn't good to chat too much on our first meeting, and seeing that she was quite busy, I thanked her and left.
But I was really bored being alone in the room, and I didn't know what to do in Shijiazhuang, especially the food. I travel a lot, but I have a great appetite and can adapt to all kinds of tastes, so wherever I go, I have to try the local specialties. The food at this hotel wasn't very good, and I didn't want to bother Mr. Wang, since there was a connection between us, and if I owed him too much, I was afraid it would be harder to get my cousin-in-law's money back. Thinking about all this, I remembered Manager Yu. If she had time after work, judging from her appearance, she was probably a married woman, not much younger than me. I hoped it wouldn't cause her any misunderstandings, that she wouldn't think I was pursuing her. Although I wasn't married either, we lived too far apart; how could that be possible? I pondered repeatedly, wondering if it would be appropriate to ask her out. But at least I had a good excuse: I was alone in Shijiazhuang and knew nothing about the city, so I figured I could just ask her for advice. I didn't expect her to go out with me, but taking this foodie to try some local specialties shouldn't be too much to ask, right? Although I'd had several girlfriends back then and wasn't a virgin, I wasn't very confident in my understanding of women, especially their psychology, let alone how to seduce them.
Basically, I was quite naive in that regard. So, I was quite nervous about calling her. Then I realized that even if I liked her a little, I didn't have any ulterior motives, so what was I afraid of? That's how I decided to call her. I thought about it again and decided it would be best to call her later in the afternoon and ask her out for dinner, so she'd have time to ask her family for leave.
Around 4 PM, I used the landline in my room to call her mobile phone. I asked if she was free that evening and if she could take me to try some local Shijiazhuang specialties. She sounded a little surprised at first, but then listened patiently as I explained that I was really unfamiliar with the area and that eating alone would be boring. She laughed and talked to me on the phone while frantically trying to figure out my purpose. I guessed she didn't think it was anything special, so she agreed. She asked me to wait for her to finish work so she could take me to eat barbecue. I was quite excited and dressed up specially before waiting for her call in my room.
Around 6 PM, she called, and we met at an intersection not far from the hotel. She usually commutes to work by bicycle, but today she had to leave it at the hotel. We took a taxi together to a barbecue restaurant in the city center. It was very popular, and we waited quite a while for a table. With so many people, I was a little worried that she might run into someone she knew, which would be inconvenient, but seeing her calm and natural expression, I felt much more relaxed. As we ate, we chatted about the differences between people from the North and South. She said she had never been to the South, but she had a good impression of Southerners. I asked why, and she thought Southerners were more meticulous, and the men were more gentle. She probably noticed this from the guests coming and going at the hotel; it was somewhat biased, but I guessed it was based on her observations. After we finished eating, I offered to take her home, and she didn't object, especially since we had such a pleasant conversation!
We took the bus back to her house, and it was clear she was very frugal. We got off one stop before her house; it seemed we needed to take a walk! We strolled slowly, chatting as we went. She had almost forgotten we were meeting for the first time, completely abandoning any professional reserve. We acted like old friends, and we learned a lot about each other. Her name was Yu Xiaohui, a local from Shijiazhuang, and she had been married for over three years. Her husband was also a local, and she had graduated from a junior college with a degree in foreign languages. Her "theory of the advantages of Southern men" stemmed from her husband. It seemed that after a few years of marriage, the attraction between them had greatly diminished, and all the romance from their courtship to marriage was gone. What she found most unbearable was her husband's bad temper; he had even hit her. It felt like there was no equality at all. Her husband wasn't a high earner; he was just an ordinary accountant. She was able to confide in me about these things partly because she was enduring considerable pain but couldn't easily confide in her parents; and partly because the first time she saw me, she knew I was definitely from the South and thought I had a kind face and a good temper, so she felt a certain attraction to me. However, as a woman, she couldn't be too overly enthusiastic, so she was actually quite happy when I called her. I think it was because she was confiding her troubles and helplessness to me for the first time, which brought us closer. Although I'm not married yet, I can understand what she's saying and felt compelled to comfort her.
The next few days were quite a coincidence. My cousin-in-law's business in Beijing was delayed for a few more days, and he asked how I was doing. I told him I travel a lot and know how to take care of myself, so he shouldn't worry. Actually, I was quite enjoying it! When she was at work, she would call me whenever she had free time to ask where I wanted to go and give me directions. If I wasn't going out, she would accompany me to lunch every day. I tried many delicious foods, and with a beautiful woman by my side, I felt blissful and quite content! These past few days, we've been calling each other several times a day, either having meals together or her occasionally coming to my room to chat. We see each other every day.
Gradually, we've developed feelings for each other. What touched me most was that, because it was December and the weather was very cold, and the hotel's central air conditioning wasn't very warm, she bought me an electric blanket and even put it on me herself. One day, she had to work the night shift at the hotel. After finishing around 11 pm, she called to ask where I was. I said I was watching a football game in my room. She laughed and asked why I wasn't out chasing girls or having fun like other men. Oh, she was checking up on me, seeing if I was at the hotel or behaving myself. I half-jokingly said, "With you here, how could I dare? And I don't need to!" Then she came to my room to check on me, treating me like a husband at home, asking if I was warm and caring, making my bed, running a hot shower for me, and even taking away my dirty clothes—of course, not my underwear! Aside from my mother caring for me like this when I was a child, no one had ever shown me such warm and affectionate concern, whether at home or away. In that instant, I fell in love with her. I didn't care about the consequences; I was certain I was in love with her. Even though she walked around my room, occasionally releasing a faint, feminine fragrance that stimulated my hormones, my feelings were mostly love for her. We chatted for a while, and understanding that it wasn't convenient for her to go in and out of the guest's room, I let her go first. Before leaving, I couldn't help but quickly kiss her cheek. Her face immediately flushed, but she still smiled at me, didn't say anything, and told me to have sweet dreams!
Lying in the bathtub, I fantasized about how wonderful it would be if she could stay with me tonight! We embraced and talked slowly. She said she loved talking to me the most, then we caressed each other, and then… I didn't dare think any further; I was already aroused. I clearly felt that my presence had made Xiaohui start considering marriage. But she felt it was unfair to me, since she had been married before. So she often subtly tried to find out my thoughts on this. I really didn't care about those things; it was rare to meet a woman I liked. So I clearly told her my attitude, but I couldn't actively break up her marriage. If things didn't go well later, it wouldn't be entirely my fault! I could only tell her to think it over carefully; this was a lifelong commitment. So, I decided to cherish every day I spent with her, no matter the outcome, and treasure this relationship.
I also liked her diligence and thrift. That morning, before 8 o'clock, Xiaohui didn't call, but rang my doorbell. I thought something urgent had happened, but she suddenly appeared in front of me. Because I had mentioned that I loved northern-style fried dough sticks and pancakes for breakfast, she had specially brought me some on her way. I quickly washed up and ate heartily. Xiaohui watched me eat happily, like a wife watching her husband. She watched me finish eating, talked for a while, and then went downstairs to her office. I was moved by her once again. No, I had to buy her a gift. She's usually very frugal, and I wanted to get her something nice. I thought about it, and around 10 o'clock, I went to a relatively large shopping mall in the area. While thinking about her outfit, I looked for suitable women's items. In the end, I bought her a pair of leather gloves, since she usually wears wool gloves; I also bought her a light purple scarf, her favorite color. On the way back to the hotel, I saw a flower market. She had mentioned that she grew many flowers and plants at home, so I chose a potted orchid and brought it back to the hotel. When Xiaohui came to my room and saw the gift I had given her, the happiest, most beautiful, and most charming smile on her face appeared. But instead of giving me a kiss like most women would, she sat across from me, her eyes glistening with tears, quietly looking at me. That moment was perhaps a meeting of our souls. I had asked her for her photos, and she brought a few. I carefully selected two, and I still keep them safe to this day. Her elegant demeanor and radiant smile seem like they happened just yesterday.
I often recall a phrase she once said: "Good times don't last." That noon, my cousin's husband called, saying he'd finished his business in Beijing and needed to go to Guangzhou immediately to discuss other matters. He asked me to meet a friend surnamed Jin in Shijiazhuang for him, just to pass on a few words, and then I'd fly there the day after tomorrow to meet him in Guangzhou. I felt a little regretful that I was leaving before saying goodbye to Xiaohui. But things are unpredictable, and there was nothing I could do; I couldn't neglect my business. That afternoon, I called her to tell her I was going to Guangzhou the day after tomorrow. She just gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say anything more. I knew she was feeling sad and couldn't speak. We didn't eat together that day, and she didn't come to my room that afternoon. I understood she was very conflicted. This breakup had made everything uncertain, and it might be the last time we saw each other. She told me she had told her sister about us. Her sister didn't like her current husband, but she wanted Xiaohui to think carefully about whether to divorce him. They had been dating for a long time before getting married, and their relationship was quite deep. Moreover, he was Xiaohui's first love and her first man. Making the decision to leave was by no means easy. I didn't want to pressure her. She didn't call me again that day.
The next morning, I quickly took care of the things my cousin-in-law had asked me to do, and then booked my flight for tomorrow. I figured I'd have a long talk with Xiaohui today, perhaps it would be the real farewell! Because she's a proper woman. Although she works in such a high-end hotel and has met many people, and some decent men have made advances towards her, she believes they all have ulterior motives. What she likes about me isn't anything else, but my personality and temperament, and besides, I like her very much too. But I have a feeling she can't bear to end this marriage; she's traditional at heart. Thinking about all this, I couldn't help but feel a little lost and sad. Sometimes fate is very unfair; you meet a woman you like, but she happens to be unattainable. Accept reality, I told myself, preparing myself mentally.
Xiaohui called before noon and came to my room. This time when she came, she didn't say much, but she boldly snuggled against me, resting her head on my shoulder for a long time, unwilling to leave. I cupped her face in my hands; she must have cried a lot last night. I comforted her understandingly. I said, "Xiaohui, it's okay. I'll always remember you and call you often. You can take your time to think about it, don't rush." She remained silent. We sat together like that for a long time before she softly said, "You're leaving tomorrow. Why don't you cancel your stay here today and find a hotel that's more convenient for getting to the airport, okay? Okay, be good." I hurriedly said, "You're asking me to go all the way here alone? Aren't you coming?" She smiled, "Silly boy, you're leaving tomorrow, of course I'll come."
So, following her instructions, I checked out of my hotel and checked into a place she told me was conveniently located near the airport. I called her to tell her my room number and anxiously waited for Xiaohui to arrive all afternoon. Around 2 PM, she arrived after taking leave from work. As soon as she entered, I rushed to hug her, only then realizing my lack of romance. Was it appropriate for us to be so intimate in her hotel? She asked if I was upset with her. I said I wasn't; I understood. But I truly loved her, I said. We lay on the bed, fully clothed, embracing. Her perfume wasn't overpowering—a Chanel scent, the kind mature women often wear; I didn't know the brand. I started kissing her lips, and she slowly accepted my deep kisses. My hand inadvertently touched her breasts, and she gently stopped me from going any further. Then she whispered in my ear that something strange had happened. When I called her yesterday afternoon, she said, somewhat embarrassed, that after hearing my voice, she suddenly became very wet… She lowered her head, saying she had never experienced anything like this before. I told her it was normal because we liked each other, and that she often made me really hard. She smiled shyly. We started kissing again. Xiaohui was already very aroused; she was definitely wet. I gently unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. Her breasts weren't large, but they were well-behaved and beautifully shaped. I gently sucked on them, and her whole body was writhing violently, accompanied by soft moans and rapid breathing. I naturally touched her genitals, but she resisted fiercely. I asked her why, and she said she didn't want to do anything to betray her husband. I just said that if she didn't want to be like this with me, I had nothing more to say. We slowly got up, straightened our clothes, and she said she had to go back to the hotel to take care of some things and asked me to wait for her call. I thought that was probably it. I liked her, and although I wanted her, I didn't want to force her. Let nature take its course!
I guessed she might have dinner with me that night, and then it would be goodbye. Let's both accept this reality, even though it's painful. I kept waiting for her call, even though I was hungry. It was already dark when the doorbell rang. I rushed to open the door, but no one was there. Suddenly, Xiaohui playfully jumped out from the side, looking very happy. She rushed over and hugged me, kissing me passionately. I slowly picked her up and carried her to the bed. We began a passionate kiss and caress. After a while, she suddenly stopped and said, "I can't take it anymore, I want you." We took off our clothes, and I slowly kissed her body from head to toe. Her hair was thick and black, and she was already wet down there. She said, "Come on," and I resolutely thrust inside her. Clearly, she was in control; she was practically teaching me how to make love. Her voice gradually grew louder. I could feel her warm body down there, and it felt wonderful to move. Then she told me to lie down, and she rocked on top of me. We tried several different positions, and Xiaohui whispered passionately, "Darling, give it to me." I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. Afterwards, she lay down next to me and said she needed to think it over. We then hugged each other, and she said she rarely experienced two orgasms during sex, which I believed was due to our genuine affection and complete relaxation. We went out for a late-night snack and then went wild again until midnight. Reluctantly, I took her home. On the way, there was a silent ending, only her heartbroken sobs as she held me tightly, saying she would always be my lover!
We parted ways, but we met a few more times afterward. No matter how far apart we were, our place in each other's hearts would never change.

[This post was edited by creazing on 2017-01-10 10:12]

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