On the Road – A Lucky Encounter with White Steamed Buns (The End) Author: zhpbl1

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On the Road – A Lucky Encounter with White Steamed Buns

Author: zhpbl1
Published: 2017-08-06

More and more people love to travel these days. But I've been too busy with trivial matters and haven't been able to travel much. However, I
often reminisce about the interesting things that happened on my travels in the past.
Today, I'd like to share one of my unexpected encounters in Gannan in 2017.

Back then, three-quarters of the tourists in Gannan were foreign. Many of the local Tibetans spoke only so-so Mandarin, but were fluent in
English , German, and so on.
I like to travel alone, and when I did my research beforehand, I knew that the
accommodations basically the simplest donkey sheds.
I was quite afraid of that kind of hardship, but then I learned that the first hotel in the area had just opened, and
it was even run by a temple.
After getting off the bus, I followed the map (back then, maps were all paper) and went straight to the hotel.
When I got to the front desk, I was amused. Behind the counter stood a female server and two lamas.
You can imagine how interesting that scene was.

After checking into the hotel, my pleasant journey began. (I later learned that the hotel had just opened for trial operation, and there were only
two guests staying there: myself and a German female tourist. It was incredibly peaceful.)

First, we went to a well-known local bar to try the homemade yogurt and drink some butter tea. I also took the opportunity
to meet other travelers and discuss our itinerary.
In the evening, we went to the bar again for a few drinks (drinking is forbidden in the area; the temple would conduct random
checks . I imagine it's not that strict now).
It was during this time that I met a girl from Chengdu. A typical plump Sichuan girl. She
majored in foreign languages and worked for a foreign trade company. She and three other people had met online and were traveling together.
The girl was very enthusiastic, perhaps because she had a lot of contact with foreigners. Her style had a strong
Western influence—cheerful and lively!
After chatting, I learned that they had arrived a day earlier than me and were staying at a youth hostel recommended in a travel guide. They also came here
every night to have fun!
I told her I was staying at a hotel, and she seemed a little envious and puzzled, because back then, people's awareness was still
quite simple.
After hearing their itinerary, I decided to go with them to see the source of the Bailong River the next day.

I've already rambled on too much, just to make things clear.
I've been writing this down from memory, sorry to take up everyone's time. I won't go into
too much detail about the trip. Anyway, we had a very enjoyable day of conversation. We shared a lot of common ground.
It was already evening when we got back. Their dinner choices were different from mine, so we agreed to meet at a bar that night.
I went back to the hotel, took a hot shower, changed my clothes, and went to eat. Then I went to the bar.
I found them already there.
I casually asked, "Didn't you go back to take a shower?"
She told me that the hotel showers were only available from 7:00 PM to 8:30 PM, and it was a communal
bathroom. It was basically just a small wooden cubicle. Hot water wasn't always available. It was very inconvenient. They
would avoid showering if possible, just fill up some hot water, go back to their room, and wipe themselves down.
I laughed as soon as I heard that and told her, "That's easy, just come to my place to take a bath. It won't
cost much."
After saying that, I regretted it a little, wondering if I'd been too abrupt. To my surprise, she
accepted . She even said she hadn't had a hot bath in days. She was so excited! I was still quite ashamed, because back then, backpackers generally looked down on my behavior. But
after glancing immediately said to me, "Great! There's even a big bath towel. Quick, turn around, I really wanted to jump into
the hot water right away.
" I obediently turned around, listening to the rustling sounds of undressing behind me, and I was so itchy!
I'd been traveling for many days without clothes, and I really wanted to turn around and pounce…
Hearing the bathroom door close, I slowly turned around.
Looking at the clothes on the bed—bras, panties—haha, she really was a very open-minded girl.
Listening to the rushing water in the bathroom, I really wanted to open the door and see, but I didn't.
She was probably enjoying her shower; fifteen minutes had passed, and there seemed to be no sign of it ending. In fact,
I could occasionally hear cheerful singing.
At this point, my excitement subsided somewhat.
Was the girl just open-minded, or was it trust? If she just trusted me a lot, then if I… wouldn't I be
looked down upon? Having only been there a day, I wasn't very confident. When you're out in the world, saving face is important!

The more I thought about it, the more uncertain I felt. So, I took out my notebook and started writing in my travel journal.
As I wrote, my mind calmed down completely. I focused on recalling the day's itinerary.
I don't know how much time passed, but the door opened, and she came out of the bathroom. I looked up at her;
she was wrapped in a large bath towel. To be honest, she was so sexy!
She was surprised to see me writing. "Oh, you're writing?" she said.
I smiled and said, "I'm writing in my travel journal."
"What a great habit!"
she praised me, clearly excited about my habit. "
You flatter me!" I said politely, but at that moment, I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on the
snow-white chest exposed above the bath towel.
She noticed where my gaze was and said shyly, "What are you looking at? Focus on writing!"
My face flushed red, and I lowered my head, but I couldn't write anymore…
With me there, she couldn't untie the towel to change her clothes. I had no choice but to stay wrapped in a towel and walk over. "
May I see your travel history?" I asked. "
Of course, no problem," she replied. I desperately wanted her to see it.
I moved my chair aside, and she came over, one hand holding the towel to her chest, the other flipping through my
notes .
I didn't get up, but instead put my arm around her waist. I could feel her flinch slightly, but nothing
more …
I put one leg behind her and said, "Sit down and look."
She didn't refuse, sitting directly on my lap, intently looking through my past travel history.
Holding her fragrant, warm body through the towel, I felt a little intoxicated.
"You've been to so many places…" she seemed to be talking to herself.
I couldn't resist anymore and began to stroke her exposed arm.
The smooth, delicate skin typical of Sichuan women. When my lips lightly touched her skin, she straightened up,
raised her head, and closed her eyes.
At that moment, I knew everything was about to become reality…
The pubic hair below was thoroughly trimmed. Although a few days had passed and there were some short stubbles,
they were visually negligible.
Her lower body was prominently bulging, resembling a perfectly round, white steamed bun. It felt soft
and thick to the touch. The feel was indescribably wonderful.
She kept her eyes closed, letting my hands and lips roam over her body. Only when I kissed her
lips did she respond with particular enthusiasm. She seemed to be a cheerful yet shy girl—my
favorite type.

Everything unfolded smoothly, and she gradually became more and more engaged.
Her initial relaxed enjoyment transformed into gentle initiative. She rode on top of me, not at a fast pace, but
every thrust was perfectly timed. The plump, soft mounds against me intensified the pleasure.
And when she climaxed, especially at the end when she suddenly sat down, a
gush of hot water would spray out, soaking my lower abdomen and inner thighs. She would freeze, eyes tightly closed, her body occasionally
convulsing violently. It was incredibly pleasurable!
When I was clearly losing control, she must have sensed it clearly.
Instead of thrusting, she quickly withdrew, putting it directly into my mouth for the first time, while her hand continued to
stroke me rapidly, leaving me with almost no pause before I ejaculated.
My whole body trembled as if electrocuted, and it took a long time to calm down. It was truly indescribable pleasure!

For the next two or three days, after a day of fun, we would also have a great time at night.
Afterwards, I took her back to her hotel. Although it wasn't far, there were no streetlights there at that time. Walking hand in hand under
the stars was a unique kind of comfort!

[The End]

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