young woman Shanshan

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In late spring, a few colleagues and I came to D City in central Jiangsu Province to inspect a project. The trip was 3 days and 2 nights, quite relaxed. After arriving on the first day and having dinner, we all went back to our rooms to rest.

I'm a light sleeper, and having had a few drinks, I was a bit excited, so even though it was only 9:30, I couldn't fall asleep (if I had drunk too much, it would be a different story). So I opened an app to chat. This app has a "people nearby" function. I matched with a few people, exchanged greetings, and chatted casually. One person particularly intrigued me; her nickname started with "S," and she suggested I call her Shanshan. Haha, I don't like using initials to address people, and "Shanshan" sounds similar to her nickname.

I asked Shanshan, "I'm in D City on a business trip, staying at the D City International Hotel. Is it far from you?"

Shanshan replied, "Not far, just one traffic light away."

We chatted for a bit more, and I told her I was on a business trip looking at projects, and that I'd wandered around the area that afternoon, observing the town's scenery. She typed a few words and sent me a voice message; her voice was soft and gentle, with a local accent—very pleasant to listen to. I learned she was a local, had just returned home from dinner, and, wanting to reciprocate, I also sent her a voice message asking if it was convenient for us to chat late at night. She said it was.

I was about to ask if she was single or if her husband wasn't home when a problem arose: I'd been banned from the app! Actually, I was chatting with several people that night, but I was generally quite polite. Seeing the notification on my phone, I was very annoyed. Fortunately, the ban was only for two hours, so I switched to WeChat to chat with old friends from out of town to pass the time.

After two hours, it was almost midnight, and I quickly messaged Shanshan to explain that I'd been banned. She didn't reply—which was normal; everyone should be asleep by now.

The next day, I went to the project site for inspection and discussions. After finishing, I returned to the hotel at 4 PM. I arranged to rest for a while and then go out to find a street food stall to experience the local atmosphere.

Back in my room, I opened the app. Shanshan had messaged me around 9 AM, asking why I was banned. I joked that I probably flirted with women. She asked what I said, and I said I didn't know. After analyzing it for a while, I figured I'd said the word "breasts" to someone—that was definitely the most sensitive word last night. She sent a laughing emoji, saying I was a genius. I said, "What kind of genius is that? I got reported, and you call me a genius?" She said, "You met someone who doesn't understand romance. If you flirted with me like that, I'd think you were frivolous, but I wouldn't report you."

After a few exchanges, we felt much closer. I learned she was also born in the 80s, nine months older than me, but had been divorced for two years and now lived alone.

When we talked about age, she asked about my zodiac sign. I told her and teased her, "Are you trying to see if our signs are compatible?" I think compatibility is mainly about first impressions. Then she brought up my profile picture, since the app's profile pictures are all cartoon characters. She asked if I was the cute type, and I said I'm not cute at my age, I'm more of a mature type. She said, "Mature type, flirting?" and asked for my photo. After looking at it, she said I was the "secretly flirtatious" type. I guess your assessment of me is inseparable from the word "flirtatious." I then asked for her photo

as well. She was very easygoing and sent several casual photos.

In the photos, she had short hair that reached above her neck, slightly permed and dyed. Her height and weight were as she said, less than 160cm, around 100kg. Her skin was very fair. She wasn't a beauty, but she wasn't ugly either. The key was that the photos weren't heavily edited. I'd give her a 70 out of 100. I prefer women with long, flowing hair, but Shanshan's personality—cheerful, generous, and unpretentious—is very genuine, which I like.

We had previously talked about how she also likes to run after work, so I asked her what her plans were after her run. She said she didn't have any plans. I said, "So you're asking me to make some arrangements? I see lots of places around here have signs for late-night snacks, how about I treat you to one?"

She said, "You're trying to flirt online and now you want to develop the relationship offline?" I said, "Seeing is believing. Smart people don't need many words. We've hit it off so well, let's meet and chat." She said, "I'm on a diet and don't eat late-night snacks." I said, "I'm going to eat at a street food stall with my colleagues tonight, so I can't go running with you. How about you walk with me after dinner?"

She readily agreed.

We chatted for about an hour, agreed to contact each other after dinner, and at 5:30 I went out to eat with my colleagues. D City is a clean and comfortable county town, but the food isn't particularly special. We had some barbecue and some beer, and around 8:00 we headed back to the hotel. We originally planned to take a taxi, but since it wasn't far, a guy insisted on walking back, so we went along with him. I was anxious but could only pretend to be relaxed, walking and chatting leisurely for half an hour, finally returning to the hotel around 9:00.

As soon as I got to my room, I texted her to tell her I had just returned and if it was convenient for us to go for a walk.

She replied quickly, "Sure."

We agreed on a meeting place, and she added, "I might need to borrow your shoulder to cry on for a while." "

Both shoulders are yours," I said.

With my phone, room key, and ID, I quietly left the hotel. My destination wasn't far, so I walked there. The sky darkened, there was lightning but no thunder, and the wind was strong.

Fortunately, it didn't rain. I walked along the street, looking left and right, trying to find a supermarket. This small town was interesting; there were pharmacies everywhere, but hardly any supermarkets. Finally, as I approached the agreed-upon place, I still couldn't find a suitable supermarket, so I reluctantly went into a pharmacy.

With nothing else to hide, I simply grabbed a three-pack and went to pay. Another embarrassing thing happened. The cashier wasn't very skilled and it took her several tries to scan the barcode. I stood there waiting for a full five minutes. Behind me, a woman in her thirties in a uniform was also in line to pay, and her cashier was also a woman. I had only bought a three-pack… I don't know what they were thinking about me, but I felt my face slowly getting hot, probably turning red.

After paying, I fled the pharmacy, crossed the intersection, and went to the KFC we had agreed to meet across the street. She arrived a few minutes later and texted me to ask where I was. I sent her a picture of the KFC entrance and said it was at the north gate. She told me to walk south and we could walk along the roadside. I

soon met her south. She looked similar to her picture. She was wearing large-lensed gold-rimmed glasses, light makeup, a black leather jacket over a camel-colored cardigan sweater, a camel-colored plaid skirt, and white flat shoes. She kept her head slightly down and didn't greet me, seeming genuinely unhappy. We walked south in tacit agreement. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she'd argued with her mother on the phone. I didn't press further. The wind was still strong, but not cold. I said, "Let's find a place to sit." I'd mentioned earlier that we should go for a walk by the river because there was a small river I'd passed, but I didn't know there was a larger river to the east. She led me east, and after a while, I saw some shared electric bikes by the roadside. I suggested we ride them if it was too far. It was

my first time riding one, so registering an account and scanning the QR code to top up went smoothly. We rode east for a while, then north. My jacket wasn't zipped up, and the wind blew it up. I was worried my room key and ID would be blown away, so I checked—they were still there.

Just as we were about to turn east again, I heard the sound of my card falling to the ground. I checked my pocket—my room key was gone! I checked my other pocket—my ID was gone too! It's like every whim I wish for comes true, but it's always bad news. I called her to wait, but because of the headwind and a motorcycle passing by, she didn't hear me and kept walking. I couldn't worry about that anymore; I quickly went back the way I came to look for my things. It would be so embarrassing if I lost everything, and I

wouldn't be able to explain it. Luckily, I found everything. This time, I carefully put it away, tightened my jacket, and chased after her. After walking for a while, I saw a brightly lit park ahead and thought this must be it. I stopped and called her. She answered after two tries, probably because she had just stopped. The wind was so strong, and her voice was soft, a gentle, soft Wu dialect. I listened carefully and realized she was just across the street.

We parked the car and walked into the park side by side, chatting for a bit. I asked her if it was convenient for her to come out so late, and where her child was. She said it was convenient; her child was at university, and she lived alone. I hadn't expected her to have a child so early. We then realized it was a riverside park. This river was much larger than the one I'd mentioned before; tugboats were passing by, honking their horns, making it feel like we were on the Yangtze River. The park itself was much more scenic than the other river. Because it was late and the weather wasn't good, there weren't many people in the park.

We found a stone bench to sit on. I wanted to be attentive and took off my coat to put on the bench for her, but she firmly refused, sitting down directly and remaining silent. She answered only when I asked her a question, so I stopped trying to start a conversation. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Here's my shoulder. Come on, lean on it and cry."

She leaned her head on my right shoulder and started sobbing. I didn't say anything, just held her like that. After a while, I felt she was uncomfortable leaning against me like that. I'm a head taller than her, and it was a bit difficult for her to lean to one side, so I turned around, gave her a princess carry, and placed her on my lap.

She whimpered a few times, saying "Don't do this," but since I had already lifted her up, she buried her face in my left shoulder and cried

again. I held her tightly, sometimes stroking her, sometimes gently patting her back, as if she were a child. She cried very sadly, and I felt tears streaming down my neck. Our faces were close together, and I nuzzled hers, suddenly feeling that I should cherish her. I gently kissed her fair neck. Although she was a 40-year-old woman, her neck was smooth and wrinkle-free, without any odor.

She continued to cry on my shoulder, and we held each other like that. I gently pushed her away, turned her head, and searched for her lips. She resisted a little, dodging and softly saying, "Don't do this, don't do this..." But in the end, she couldn't resist me, and we kissed. Her mouth was small, her lips thin, and her tongue delicate. I kissed her greedily. After a while, she pulled away, still resting her head on my shoulder. It seemed my kiss had worked; her loud sobs turned into sobs. I slipped my hand inside her coat, caressing her back and breasts through her sweater. After a while, I wanted to go further, slipping my hand inside her sweater. But her bra was tight, tucked into her skirt. I tugged a few times, and she twisted her body, reaching out to stop me, still saying, "Don't do this~" but I couldn't pull it out.

So we kissed again. After a while, my left hand invaded her neckline, finally occupying the A-cup.

Yes, an A-cup. It was too small. Although I don't usually mind small breasts, it was definitely unexpected. It was probably only slightly better than flat-chested. The nipples, however, were nice, the size of a soft date I ate as a child. They felt nice to squeeze. I held one in my hand; her right breast was about the size of an egg. She didn't react strongly, just humming softly, saying, "Don't do this," and then pulled away.

After a few rounds like this, I managed to get under her skirt. I hadn't expected the pantyhose underneath to be so thick; it was truly easy to defend and difficult to attack. However, while the walls were hard to breach, the morale of the defenders was wavering. I checked my watch; it was almost 10 o'clock, and the wind was still very strong. I said, "The wind is too strong; don't catch a cold. Let's go back. Should we talk at your place or mine?" She immediately rejected going to her place, saying that no man had ever been to her house before. I said, "Then let's go to my hotel. But my colleague lives next door, so we need to keep our voices down." So we walked out of the park hand in hand, chatting.

The park wasn't far from my hotel; she had told me that when we arrived. But not far from there, I saw another hotel by the roadside. It looked pretty good. I said, "Let me book another room here." She agreed, but she didn't have her ID.

I had absolutely no experience with booking a hotel for a date, so I asked her, "If I book a room, how will you get in? What if they stop you?" She said, "I'll go in through the back door." I said, "Looks like you come here often, and you even know about the back door." She quickly replied that her company often holds dinners here, so she's quite familiar with the hotel.

From this point on, I started to get a little confused about her. On one hand, I felt

she didn't have much experience with dating, but on the other hand

, she seemed quite knowledgeable about this kind of thing. Which feeling was right? I didn't have time to think. I tried to book a room on Ctrip, but it was fully booked! Speechless, I quickly searched for the nearest hotel and found the Ji Hotel. I asked her how it was, and she said it wasn't far, just a right turn here. I quickly booked it. Then I asked her, "Why don't you stay here tonight instead of going back?" She laughed and said, "What, you want to reach the top in one step?" I grinned mischievously: "Yes, I not only want to reach the top, but I also want to take you to the top, to fly you to heaven."

The check-in process went smoothly. A lean man in his forties, probably the owner, finished the check-in after a few words. I guess everyone knew what was going on. We went into the elevator one after the other.

After getting off the elevator, because of what I couldn't see through earlier, I suddenly worried she might be part of a honey trap. I walked ahead of her in the corridor, while she followed behind, head down, looking at her phone. Could she be alerting her accomplices? I wondered. In the short corridor, I looked back at her several times, mentally reviewing the situation. She didn't seem to be actively flirting with me, nor was she being vulgar; her crying seemed genuine. If it were a honey trap, she wouldn't have started with a crying scene, would she?

After thinking this, I reached the room door, a room at the end of the corridor. I went in, locked the door, and turned off the lights, leaving only the bathroom light shining from the foot of the bed. The room wasn't big; the bathroom door was frosted glass, letting in bright but not glaring light. We were at the doorway, at the table, and on the bedside. I held her, lowering my head to kiss her lips. This time, she didn't resist, responding passionately. As I kissed her, I took off her bag, her leather jacket, and my coat, then lifted her onto the bed and continued kissing.

Just as we'd said online, we were both smart, knowing what we were doing. With her coat off, her defenses were more easily breached. We kissed passionately, and I calmly unzipped her skirt from behind, pulled out her bra, and lifted it up. Now I could freely suckle her nipples, and her breathing became heavy.

She cooperated by letting me remove her skirt. I sucked on her small breasts, then licked her genitals through her pantyhose, and continued kissing her passionate lips. My left hand easily slipped through her thick, dark forest, revealing two butterfly-wing-like labia. I was thrilled; this was the first time I'd experienced this type. I stroked her labia, my middle finger probing between them, but the labia minora were tightly closed, and there was no flowing water as I'd imagined. I continued deeper, parting the labia minora, finally entering a warm, moist place.

Our lips remained locked in a kiss, my right arm around her upper body, my left hand roaming freely over her lower body—my favorite and most proficient warm-up formation. I had aroused her; her lower body was covered in mud, and she was moaning softly. Soon, I had removed her pantyhose and underwear. Now she was completely naked from the waist down, but wearing a sweater on top. I got up and took off my shirt. She said she was going to the bathroom, and then went to urinate, naked from the waist down and still wearing her sweater.

During this time, I regained some composure. Just to be safe, I checked her phone on the table; no messages, so I was relieved.

After urinating, she washed herself at the sink for a while; I guessed she was washing her private parts.

After she came out, we kissed for a while. This time, I stripped her completely naked, and I took off my watch and everything else. We were both completely naked. Her skin was very white, smooth and delicate, truly like mutton-fat jade—arguably the best skin I had ever seen on a woman. I asked, "Aren't you going to shower?" She said, "I just showered before I left." "Then I'll go shower," I said.

Since I had also just showered that morning, I quickly rinsed off, dried myself, and went back to bed. She was already under the covers, so I crawled in from the foot of the bed, found her between her legs, and began to kiss her wantonly.

Because she had just washed, her pubic hair was a little damp and very thick; licking it, it tasted slightly fishy and musky. After kissing her for a while, she couldn't take it anymore, and seeing the opportunity, I mounted her and thrust straight in.

So tight, so wet—that was the feeling as soon as I entered her. Her warm vagina enveloped my glans, making me unable to resist driving deeper. She frowned and softly repeated something. Too softly, I put my ear to her mouth and realized she was saying, "Too big!" I knew the size of my penis well; the length was average, but I was quite proud of its glans, especially the head, which was the size of an egg. Perhaps because of her petite frame, my penis surprised her.

I teased her on purpose: "Is it big?" She replied, "Yes, it's huge...it's huge!" I continued teasing: "Bigger than any of the men you've been with before?" She seemed ticklish, her brow furrowed just moments before, then suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with tears, gently pounding my back with her fists. I continued my onslaught, thrusting faster and faster, and she moaned softly with pleasure. After about a hundred thrusts, she suddenly arched her back and hugged me tightly, feeling a slight contraction below. Of course, I continued thrusting relentlessly, and then I felt a warm flow gushing out from inside her—yes, she ejaculated.

After a while, she relaxed and said weakly, "So much water." I touched it; indeed, the sheets were soaked. I pulled out, lay down beside her, and gestured for her to get on top. She lay on top of me, kissing my chest. I kept thrusting, and she sometimes lay down, sometimes sat up, twisting her body back and forth, as if trying to grind my penis into a needle... Naturally, I wasn't going to be outdone, thrusting hard into the depths of her flower, but I always felt she was hesitant to let me go too deep.

I stroked her smooth, delicate buttocks. Her buttocks were slightly upturned, probably from regular exercise, and very elastic—my favorite type. We did this for about twenty minutes. She orgasmed several times, and I felt a wet patch under her buttocks. I said, "You're wet again! You're so wet!" She said, "Squirt." I teased her, "You know about squirting?" She said shyly, "I read it in a book." So she had this fetish.

Later, we changed positions a few more times. For some reason, I was particularly vigorous, just thrusting in and out like a pile driver. Eventually, she lay on top of me, our lower abdomens pressed together, covered in sweat, and our joined genitals were soaked with her juices. We checked into a hotel around 10 PM and continued until after midnight. I still didn't feel like ejaculating. She asked, "Did you take some kind of drug?" I said no, this was the first time it had lasted this long; usually it rarely exceeds an hour. It was probably because we were so in sync. I kept thrusting, and her juices flowed continuously; I guess she orgasmed five or six times.

We chatted naturally, and I asked her, "What do you call this?" She whispered, "Making love." I said we call it "fucking," and she laughed, playfully punching me with her little fist to stop me from swearing. Then I asked, "What do you call my thing?" She said, "Little brother..." I said, "That's contradictory! You said it was too big, and now it's a little brother. You should call it a big brother!" She blushed and punched me again... a few times, then suddenly arched her back and hugged me tightly, having an orgasm... Later, she asked me what time it was. I pulled out my phone, checked the time, and it was past midnight. She was lying there naked, her hands covering her face. I said, "Let me take a picture of you." She disagreed, but I pretended to look at my phone and secretly took one as a souvenir. After I took the picture, she still covered her face. I thought to myself, "She's still very wary." But I liked it; she's a smart woman.

After taking the picture, we continued. Because she was a little tired, I asked her, "Can I ejaculate inside?" She said, "No, ejaculate outside." I asked if she wanted me to ejaculate on her stomach or face. She said either was fine, which satisfied me, but she still said it wasn't comfortable to ejaculate outside. So I put on a condom, thrust harder, and ejaculated.

After I finished, we washed up and then cuddled together, chatting intermittently. I asked if she had thought about sleeping with me before we came, and she quickly denied it, saying she hadn't had sex in two years. I asked her about the reason for her divorce, and she said it was because her ex-husband worked in Kunshan, rarely came back, and didn't hand over his earnings. She said she never saw any money all year round, so they divorced. I said he must have had someone else, but she hadn't found any clues. Later, we talked about her next business plan. Her voice was very pleasant, a soft, gentle Mandarin with a Wu accent. I was half asleep, listening to her talk for a while, and then she asked if I was asleep. I woke up again and said no, and teased her for a bit more. Suddenly, I felt aroused again. I really wanted her to give me oral sex; I love the feeling. But she absolutely refused, so I was helpless.

We did it for another half hour, and she orgasmed twice more. Finally, she was exhausted and said, "Let's stop now, I have to go to work tomorrow." I said okay, and we stopped without me ejaculating. It was almost 2 a.m.

I asked her what time she was leaving the next morning, and she said, "Set an alarm for 5 a.m. to wake me up, I need to go home and change." I said okay. Then I quickly fell asleep.

When I was woken up by the sound of her getting up, I looked at the clock, it was only 4 a.m. She was getting dressed to leave, and I asked her why she was leaving so early. She said she couldn't sleep well here. I asked if I was snoring, and she said no. Then she explained that her daughter's classmate's father drove a taxi and often waited for fares in this area, and she was afraid he would see her if she left, so she needed to go home early. I asked if there were taxis at 4 a.m., and she said it was fine, she could just take a shared electric scooter home. I didn't try to stop her. I watched her get dressed, then I got out of bed, hugged her naked, kissed her goodbye, and she touched my slightly erect penis, opened the door, and left.

This woman is like mist, like rain, and like wind. Like mist, because I can't see through her; like rain, because she's moist and continuous; and like wind, because of her gentleness and her free-spirited comings and goings.

I slept until 6 a.m., then checked out, walked for about ten minutes back to my original hotel, and slept until 7:30.

Woke up, had breakfast, and another busy day began.

[The End]

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