[Melting the ice requires affection; a married woman ultimately loves to follow her heart] (The End) Author: gyming708

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Now is a time when traditional and modern cultures coexist, and perhaps it is this environment and background that shaped
the story between GG and AnAn.

Many people travel hoping for something to happen, searching everywhere, only to find the same story unfolding.
GG had just returned from a trip to Taiwan, his mind filled with nothing but scenery and food. Northern Taiwan was noticeably
cleaner , leaving him with a slight regret at not having had a chance to fully explore it. Lying in bed, browsing nearby people, he inadvertently discovered
a woman from Taiwan. GG took the initiative to be friendly, and the story began.

The woman was AnAn. Judging from her profile picture, she was in her early thirties, dignified and virtuous, with a well-proportioned figure, but her eyes held a
hint of sadness. It turned out that AnAn was the wife of a Taiwanese businessman, who came to the mainland to take care of her children and husband. In her spare time, she would trade stocks
and socialize with other women, often referred to as "Taiwanese mothers," as well as foreign women working for overseas companies.

She hadn't used WeChat before coming to the mainland; this was her first time, and GG happened to run into her. The initial chat was
a gradual process of getting to know each other. GG introduced the city's scenery, explained how to use WeChat, and learned about AnAn's background and interests through various
means .

When the topic of exercise and fitness came up, GG found common ground. Having consistently exercised for years, GG
was physically fit and knowledgeable in aerobic and anaerobic exercise, weight training, free weights, flexibility, and yoga, quickly
gaining AnAn's trust. Women are most concerned about shaping their legs, abdomen, and arms, and GG
took the opportunity to obtain some photos.

On a side note, being healthy, energetic, and physically fit is enough; a perfect figure isn't necessarily essential.
AnAn wasn't the type to make you fall in love at first sight. Her skin was smooth and fair, and she naturally had a slight tummy after having a child,
but her gentleness and thoughtfulness were absolutely unforgettable. The first encounter was brief; they formed an impression, but at the restaurant,
one had to do housework and the other had to go home, and nothing further happened.

Women like men who are attentive, regardless of who they are. Mature women especially appreciate
men . GG would always find some common little questions about exercise to test An An, usually just to make her laugh and offer plenty of
praise, keeping a low profile as a friend or a local, hoping she was comfortable. A
month passed like this. Then

, unexpectedly, the plot unfolded naturally: An An: "I made plans to have coffee with my friend, but she stood me up, I'm
so unhappy~"

GG thought, "Why not do something else? Could there be something else going on?" He replied, "It's a pity it's a bit far, otherwise I
'd come with you." An'an said, "You said last time you hadn't worked out in a long time, I have a coupon for a membership you can use~"

GG asked, "When do you go to the gym?"

An'an replied, "I only go during the day from Monday to Friday, I have to cook and spend time with my husband in the evenings and on weekends~"

GG thought to himself, "It's not like I don't have to work..." "Then which day do you think is good?"

An'an replied, "Wednesday~ Hahaha~ There's no yoga class that day."

GG said, "Okay, I'll sneak back for half a day and then go to the gym~"

An'an said, "Okay! You have to teach me how to do the exercises~"

GG said, "Okay~"

On Wednesday, it rained a little, and GG arrived as promised. A real meeting is always something to look forward to. Many women
spend a lot of time editing photos before posting them, and videos are almost never an option, so GG didn't know what An'an looked like.
Wearing pink fleece sweatpants with white trim, dark purple outdoor shoes, a light blue cape draped over her shoulders, and a baseball cap, a
long-haired woman carrying a small bag walked briskly towards GG. Their eyes met, and GG blushed slightly.

AnAn had seen GG's photos before, some even quite revealing; GG had only seen
a few . AnAn had an oval face, fair skin, and was well-maintained, yet the signs of age were undeniable. They
walked side-by-side towards the gym, exchanging casual conversation, each lost in their own thoughts. Upon arriving,
AnAn changed, while GG began working out alone.

Modern gyms typically feature multi-gym machines, with free weights often less specialized and
more suited to women; AnAn's choice was wise. He did Smith rack chest presses, Roman chair ab workouts
, squats, and deadlifts, hoping to subject his body to heavy impact, making him stronger and more attractive
to AnAn later. Always polite on first meetings, GG, drawing on his years of fitness experience and teaching at his school association
, explained each piece of equipment thoroughly, convincing AnAn.

During the ab workout session on the swivel chair, An'an and her boyfriend were very close. Beginners
often tend to focus their effort on their arms rather than their obliques on the swivel chair. Her boyfriend explained this carefully, gently placing his hand on An'an's
side waist to indicate which muscles to engage. His eyes kept glancing at An'an's C-cup breasts,
perhaps , and he quickly brushed it off.

After completing all the exercises, it took about one or two hours. When it was time, her boyfriend drove An'an back to her apartment complex.
At the door, An'an thanked him for the ride—just a simple thank you, nothing more. There seemed to be a brief touch between their hands, but it
was just a fleeting touch.

That evening, her boyfriend seized the opportunity to compliment An'an, tentatively mentioning that he had a reaction to her breasts.
An'an replied, "No way! Would it really be like that just from looking?" Knowing he had a chance, her boyfriend showered her with compliments.
As the conversation progressed, An'an told her boyfriend her story: An'an was over 40, and as a Taiwanese housewife, she still adhered to
traditional values from the Republican era.

After the birth of her second child more than ten years ago, she became part of a sexless couple. Her husband enjoyed watching porn
and masturbating, only having sex with her briefly when drunk—that is, penetration and ejaculation. This happened 3-5 times in ten years.

She comforted herself, telling herself it was because her husband was impotent, because they'd been married for a long time, and because
many are sexless.

Until she found shopping receipts in her husband's wallet, seeing feminine hygiene products, she instinctively uncovered the existence of a third party.
Of course, Taiwanese wives are expected to save face for their husbands, so she couldn't say anything, confiding all her grievances to her husband. What women
need more is affection than lust. She longed for love, to be loved constantly.

What bothered her wasn't the lack of sex, but the belittling, the doubt, the indifference. Her husband systematically
refuted those reasons, but An An already knew the truth and didn't need his explanation.

At that moment, her husband only wanted An An in bed, and this mindset made their conversation that night completely fruitless. In the blink of an eye, another
month passed.

During this month, GG frankly told An An that women should pursue their own sexual happiness and
satisfy . An An didn't object, but she didn't accept any further contact. Later
, she learned that what An An needed was for GG to repeatedly and consistently express his affection and care for her;
this was the reason she could accept it and find peace.

GG thought, since they couldn't meet privately, how about going to the movies? An An quickly agreed, and they went to a movie theater
near . GG felt her friendliness.

The movie theater was always full, even in the afternoon. Their second meeting was natural. An An had brought
a cloak. The woman brought tea in a thermos. When the movie started, An An took a sip of tea, offered it to GG, and didn't
say anything. GG naturally took it, drank it, and returned it. An An smiled.

GG pushed up the armrest, and they sat side by side, An An's scarf covering their bodies. GG
embraced An'an with one arm, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, while his other hand gently caressed her breast
. An'an snuggled closer to GG, but wouldn't let him put his hands inside her clothes.

GG tentatively kissed her earlobe; she didn't resist, but was a little nervous, trembling with the rhythm of the kisses,
very sensitive . GG's tongue slid from her earlobe to her ear canal, breathing warm air, while his hand, grasping her breast, kneaded it incessantly, but
struggled to reach her nipple through her clothes, wandering aimlessly.

GG's tongue slid down her cheek to her chin, slowly reaching her lower lip, then flicking the tip towards her upper lip, causing An'an's body to
involuntarily soften.

The moment she opened her mouth, GG's tongue entered her sweet little mouth. The scarf covered their faces, and GG withdrew his hands to hold An'an's head, their lips pressed tightly together, rotating, allowing their tongues to intertwine
at the fullest angle , savoring the moment. At first, GG was the one initiating, but gradually, An An found her own rhythm, holding GG's head tightly, afraid of missing any delicate friction of their tongues. GG's hands slid down, grasping her buttocks, full and soft, yet not bloated. When his fingertips tried to slip into An An's pants, An An stopped the passionate kiss and stopped GG. Afterwards, GG tried several more times, stimulating An An with different pressures and techniques, but he still couldn't penetrate her clothes. Only when it came to kissing, she was unreserved. The movie seemed particularly boring at this moment, and the two of them found it difficult to talk amidst the surrounding crowd . An An took the initiative and said, "The movie is so boring (how could it not be?), it's late, let's go home together~" GG followed silently. The cinema was just past the stairs leading to the long corridor behind the theater exit, which was empty until the movie ended, and no one was guarding the door. GG decisively embraced An'an and kissed her. She was captivated by this long-lost French kiss. In the midst of this intoxication, An'an felt herself lifted into the air. Opening her eyes, she found herself being held by GG, her buttocks raised. GG's face roamed over An'an's breasts through her clothes, while his genitals pressed against her vulva! When a woman is lifted up and subjected to different stimulations , she is momentarily confused. An'an's vulva was already fully lubricated from the foreplay. GG bravely held An'an tightly with one hand, while his other hand quickly pulled An'an's pants and underwear down from her buttocks, exposing her private parts. GG's penis sprang out, using gravity to thrust it deep into her honeypot. An'an involuntarily tilted her head back and let out a long sigh (thankfully, the movie that day was From Vegas to Macau III, with plenty of sound effects). Pushed against the corridor wall , she couldn't dodge, saliva from their earlier kiss lingering in her mouth. Her breasts swayed from side to side as GG's face pushed against her. Her lower body—the one she'd guarded throughout the entire movie—was relentlessly pounded by GG's penis. Her legs were spread wide, her body pinned to the wall like a doll. Drops of her own fluids trickled down her thighs onto the movie theater carpet with each thrust , making it seem as if nothing had happened. She suppressed her moans. Unprotected sex, betrayal of her husband, a stranger's ejaculation inside her—all these mixed together , bringing her to a climax. Only after GG ejaculated did he lower the several-orgasmic An'an from the wall, quickly helping her put on her pants, holding her, and comforting her. Explanations were futile at this point; only An'an's occasionally twitching buttocks seemed to tell the story of what had just transpired . As she hugged her boyfriend tightly, her fingertips dug into his back, a mixture of excitement and revenge. Afterwards, An'an stayed in the restroom for a long time. Her boyfriend washed his face and waited for her to come out, then walked her to the subway station side by side. Women are more observant than men; the women along the way seemed to see something, while the men remained completely clueless. That evening , An'an didn't blame him on WeChat, but simply told him why she hadn't agreed to be with him (mentioned earlier). With the knot in her heart untied, the story continues... [The End]

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