Our fleeting romance

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I work for a state-owned enterprise, a Fortune 500 company. It's huge; so huge that when I was in Beijing for a meeting, I didn't know a single person.

On the night I reported for duty, there were only five or six people from out of town at dinner. The locals wouldn't arrive until the next morning's meeting, so there weren't many people eating.

She sat next to me, with long, flowing hair. I liked her; she was probably a year or two younger than me.
She said, "I went the wrong way; I went that way."

I said, "That's a matter of direction."

She said, "I went to the first floor, but it wasn't the restaurant. I asked around and found out it was the basement."

I said, "That's a matter of spatial awareness."

She looked at me and said, "What do you mean?"

We both laughed, and that was how we became acquainted.

During a break in the meeting, we chatted and discovered that one of her university classmates had also worked in the city where I now work. Our relationship seemed to deepen.

The next afternoon, the conference organizers treated us to a visit to the Beijing Chinese Garden.

We chatted as we walked.

When we reached a house belonging to a minority group—a very secluded place—she suddenly turned and walked out, looking quite frightened.

I went out and asked her, "Are you afraid of me?"

She said, "Yes, I'm afraid of you. "

The meeting wasn't long, only three days.

It ended on the afternoon of the third day.

So at dinner that night, I said, "I'll wait for you on the overpass outside tonight."

She said, "No, I can't come out. The person in my room will know I'm with you."

Her first sentence disappointed me, but her second sentence made me feel that she also admitted that we had a different relationship.
So I said, "Eight o'clock, I'll wait for you anyway. If you don't come, I'll just wait there all night."

That night, I really waited for her on the overpass until after ten o'clock. I was really freezing.

When I got back to the guesthouse, I used a public phone in the corridor to call her room.

She answered.

I said, "You're so heartless.

" She said, "How could you be so stupid?"

The next day, I met her in the cafeteria. She said, "I can't come out. The person in my room knows that I come out to see you."

She told me that she cried last night.

She left before me in the afternoon. I took a taxi to the train station to see her off. At the entrance, as she was about to board the train, I said goodbye.

I reached out my hand, and she took it. Involuntarily, our handshake turned into a hug.
I whispered in her ear, "I won't let you go."

She turned and left, glancing back at me as she turned the corner to enter the station. I didn't see her again until the following winter.

By then, she was a junior manager at her company in Beijing, and I was staying at a hotel near her office.

That evening, I took her hand and we went to her favorite restaurant for hot pot. The restaurant was warm, and we both took off our coats, looking beautiful and relaxed in our shirts.

So many years have passed, but I still remember that day as we ate and chatted, enjoying ourselves immensely, even feeling happy.

After dinner, back at the hotel, I wanted her to stay. She said, "Do you want everyone at the company to know about us? This is our company."

I thought so too. "Can I just tell them to come earlier tomorrow?" She said okay.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, I waited and waited, but she didn't show up until nine o'clock.

I listened to every footstep outside, and finally, I couldn't resist calling her. She answered and said she was still sleeping in.

I didn't know if she was telling the truth.

She finally came about half an hour later.

We kissed, and I tried to take off her clothes. She was reluctant, but I eventually pulled down her pants.

I was already naked, so I climbed on top of her and started thrusting.

My penis was rock hard, having been pent up all night, so it looked like a battle was about to begin.

But then, out of nowhere, someone knocked on the door. In the heat of the moment, the knocking was like a thunderclap.

I rolled off her, and she quickly got dressed.

I really didn't know what to do, but she was relatively calm and asked who it was.

The person outside said it was the waiter, cleaning.

She said to wait a while. I was both annoyed and relieved, and tried to get back into the swing of things, but I was also afraid the waiter would come again.
Finally, I stood in front of the table, pulled my pants down to my knees, and used my penis to penetrate her vagina. It went in about halfway, and after a few forced thrusts, I ejaculated.

But to be honest, it wasn't satisfying.

It wasn't nearly as good as those solid thrusts I'd had earlier.

Around 11 PM, I got out of the car, and she walked me to the hotel entrance. I got into a taxi. It was really cold, but the Beijing sun was very bright.

I placed my hand on the taxi window, and she placed hers on the window too. We shook hands through the glass.
The taxi started moving, and I turned back to watch her figure disappear quickly, feeling very heavy-hearted.

Later, although we still talked on the phone, we never met again.

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