Jiuzhaigou Romantic Encounters Part 2

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Back on my floor, after turning the corner, Y was already waiting at the door, texting me on her phone. What a mature young woman! She wore a light pink suit, sheer stockings, and light pink stilettos; her dress had a V-neck, revealing a hint of her pink breasts; she had recently cut her hair short to ear length, making her look bright and beautiful.
I familiarly put my arm around Y's waist and whispered in her ear that I missed her. She responded shyly, and I caught a whiff of her familiar feminine scent, which made me feel intoxicated. I then kissed her lips. Y wore light makeup and a pearlescent lip gloss, clearly having dressed up specifically for this date. — I thought to myself, her husband must have been there while she was getting ready, with a slightly wicked glint in my eye. The more I told myself not to be unscrupulous, the harder it was to resist the thrill of acquiring a married woman.
Y pushed away my kiss and said, "Hurry up and go inside, someone will see us." I quickly opened the door, and as soon as I went in, I pinned Y against the wall. Y was also quickly aroused, and we became wet and warm. My long-awaited little brother immediately swelled up, pressing against Y's abdomen, feeling uncomfortably swollen. I reached under her skirt and found her in open-crotch stockings, her labia clearly visible through her silk panties. This touch made me even more eager, and my fingers skillfully slipped inside her panties, thinking that a blitzkrieg wouldn't be bad. But Y refused repeatedly, saying, "Not now." I asked why, my sweetheart, and she replied, "Someone else is coming soon..." I was shocked. Someone else was coming? Could it be Z? Only Z? My mind raced, but I wasn't sure.
Some thoughts also flashed through my mind: Did Y deliberately lure Z into this, using me as a gigolo? Or am I overthinking it? Is Y just showing off her lover to her best friend? Or perhaps, she's having a stroke of good luck, with a chance for a threesome?
I pretended to know nothing and asked who it was. Y said mysteriously, "You'll find out soon enough."
Once I started thinking, my impulsiveness subsided. I picked up the phone, called a restaurant, ordered a few dishes and a bottle of red wine, and considered the situation. I told Y, "You watch TV first, I'm going to take a shower." I took a clean white shirt out of my bag, along with my Armani perfume. I felt more confident around women when I was clean. Just as I finished showering, the doorbell rang. Y opened the door, and a woman's voice answered, "Z is here."
My hair was freshly dried, I wore men's cologne, and my white shirt was open. I thought I looked somewhat sexy. I opened the door and went out, only to see Y and Z chatting on the sofa. I feigned surprise. The two women stood up. Z, with her beautiful face, smiled at me demurely. Z was actually around 168 cm tall, quite unusual for a woman from Jiangnan, yet she still possessed the gentle grace of a Yue woman. She wore a light green floral dress, the waist perfectly tailored, highlighting her curves; the hem of the dress reached her knees, and she wasn't wearing stockings. Her skin had a porcelain-like sheen.
Y introduced me, saying, "This is Z, the most beautiful woman in our bureau, and my good friend." Pointing to my blushing face, Y said, "I won't introduce this person, you know..." Z, on the other hand, was quite cheerful and said, "He really is a handsome guy! No wonder my sister is infatuated with him. I'm not a handsome guy, just an average guy. Before us, with such a beautiful woman and soft, gentle voices, we are truly a perfect couple."
The three of us sat facing each other, and for a moment, it was a little awkward. I wasn't sure I could figure out the two women's bottom lines, yet I couldn't suppress my desire for the ultimate romantic encounter. My usually talkative mouth was suddenly at a loss for words... Just as things were getting a bit quieter, the waiter called to bring the food. A small table was pushed to the side of the bed and set up, with white tablecloths laid out for the dishes, red wine, and wine glasses. Then the young man politely excused himself, and the atmosphere immediately brightened. We sat down happily, and outside the window, the streetlights were just coming on.
Z first raised her glass to toast our romantic journey, and I returned the toast, wishing both women even greater beauty. We exchanged toasts in various combinations, glasses clinking and mingling... After a few glasses of red wine, my heart began to stir with desire. I was pondering how to start a conversation when Z playfully urged Y and me to drink a toast together. I laughed and said we were already very close; drinking a toast together would be childish... Y understood the double meaning in my "very close" comment and spat at me, making my words even more explicit. I stood up, and Y gracefully greeted me. I leaned forward slightly, and we embraced, sharing a toast. I smelled Y's fragrance, my heart fluttering. I thought of Y's open-crotch stockings, and then imagined how much more harmonious it would be with Z, given her height... Men are naturally attracted to beauty, and women are no exception.
Z was cheering and criticizing us for being pretentious and showing off our affection. I blurted out, "Why don't we have a toast together?" I immediately realized my mistake and quickly glanced at Y—"Being fickle is gentlemanly, I shouldn't hurt Y's feelings..." But then I thought it was fine to say it and see Y's reaction. If she tried to set me up with Z, then the two women were here for a threesome, trying to use me as a gigolo; if she was angry, then she might still have some feelings for me, and Z would only be a dream. Y smiled and said to Z, "Give your sister some face, let this jerk have a drink with you." Hearing this, I felt a mix of emotions, but then a sharp pain shot through my leg. Y had secretly pinched me hard. I didn't dare say anything, but I heard Y say coldly, "You two, hurry up and drink!"
Z probably understood Y's underlying meaning and said, "I'm not going to let him get away with this. You can drink more of the man you like; I'm not going to compete with you for him." I quickly changed the subject, feeling embarrassed... Now that my wishful thinking was shattered, my mind cleared. I thought about how Y and I, though it was just a fleeting affair, had been so affectionate in bed, and we acted like lovers in private, giving me many wonderful moments. How could I possibly think of pursuing someone else after just meeting Z? Although we hadn't exchanged vows, we'd exchanged many sweet words during our casual encounters. It wasn't like me to easily betray her... It's all because I've been reading too many erotic books, thinking about all that threesome stuff. Now I've offended Y, and Z is laughing at my recklessness!
After adjusting my mindset, I stopped bothering Z and became very attentive to Y, giving her seven-tenths of my attention. Y was naturally very happy, with a blush rising on each cheek and her eyes looking tender and loving. I knew that tonight would be filled with tenderness, and thinking about the view inside Y's skirt that she had specially prepared for me, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter.
Once Z leaves, I'm going to throw Y onto the bed, pull up her skirt, and rub her nipples through her silk panties to see how she begs for mercy. But she's already wet once, and the smell is too strong. If I want to have her, I'll have to take her naked and wash her clean in the bathroom. — Thinking about peeling Y apart and licking her clean, I lost all interest in the food on the table. I lit a cigarette, held it in one hand, and rested the other on my knee, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed.
Unexpectedly, with a casual movement of her thigh, her hand touched a soft, smooth, cool skin. I knew it was Z's leg, and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly pulled my hand away to steal a glance at Z's expression. She seemed not to have noticed anything, or perhaps she didn't mind the touch—it was just an unintentional touch, but the pleasure brought by that smooth touch far surpassed the kneading and squeezing in a karaoke bar.
I mustered my courage and moved my leg closer to the spot where we had just met, probably only a dozen centimeters away. But it felt like I was completing a space docking, and I forced a calm expression on my face while my heart was pounding like a deer.
When I moved to the spot I was in, I didn't touch Z's beautiful legs. I moved closer, but still didn't touch them. It turned out that I was interested, but she wasn't!
I really wanted to knock down a pair of chopsticks so I could learn Ximen Qing's trick and, while picking them up, pinch those golden lotus feet. Thinking of this, I secretly turned my body to look at those beautiful legs under the tablecloth.
She had one foot propped up at an angle, wearing a pair of green low-cut leather shoes with intricate, subtle cloud patterns, understated yet exquisite. Her fair toes were tucked into the shallow surface of the shoe, revealing a row of tender toe grooves. Her other foot was caught behind the first one, half-exposed from the shoe, and the pink underside of her arch was faintly visible.
In my humble opinion, among the three types of cleavage in women, the toe cleavage is just as sexy as the breast cleavage and the buttock cleavage.
Speaking of toe grooves, I have to add one more thing: the person who designed these low-cut women's shoes is a true genius, and women who know how to wear them are often quite alluring. However, there are more and more of these shoes on the streets this year, and I'm really afraid they'll become as ubiquitous as black stockings, eventually turning into a vulgar trend.
Z's beautiful legs and feet captivated me. The soup was almost gone, and I was slightly tipsy. Z was about to leave; she had satisfied her curiosity about me, leaving me with lingering, tender feelings. But this thought brought a pang of sorrow. The beauty was still there, yet I was far away. All I could do was steal glances at her exquisitely beautiful legs. I wondered what they were both thinking, for they gradually fell silent, and the room became quiet again.
As I glanced at Z's swaying skirt, distracted, Y got up and said she was going to the restroom. I was slightly startled by her voice and pulled my gaze back from under the table, only to find my eyes meeting Z's. —Based on my sixth sense, it wasn't so much a chance encounter as her gaze had been waiting for me there all along. My heart warmed, and as I heard the restroom door click shut around the corner, all the blood rushed to my head. This was my only chance to be alone with Z, and if I was to say or do anything, this was the moment!

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