coincide

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Meeting her was a coincidence. That day, I was sent by my company to the suburbs on business. The place was very remote, a so-called processing zone, but the person in charge I was looking for wasn't there. I waited for a long time, but he didn't show up. I thought, forget it, I'll just go home. Because I didn't know the area well, I couldn't find the return bus station.
That's strange about Shanghai. In other cities, you usually get off at one stop and the return bus station is right across the street, but in Shanghai, the return bus station isn't together. I was a bit confused. I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. I wanted to ask someone, but maybe because of SARS, there were hardly any people on the streets. I wanted to take a taxi, but I couldn't find one. I walked for a long time under the scorching sun before I saw a young woman carrying a child, with a lot of things in front of her, as if she had just returned from shopping at the supermarket. I quickly went up to her: "Excuse me, where is the ** Road bus stop?" She looked up at me: "This bus stop was closed a long time ago. If you want to take the bus, you have to walk quite a distance to the west." My biggest flaw is that I can't tell east from west; I only know up, down, left, and right.
She seemed to notice my confusion and chuckled. "Don't you know? Here, the bus stop is right behind my house. Come with me."
I nodded, but she added, "But you have to wait for me. I'm carrying so much stuff, I'm a little tired and want to rest. Is that okay?" I quickly replied, "No problem. Once you've rested, if you can't carry it anymore, I'll help you." She didn't stand on ceremony, so I helped her carry her bags, and we walked side by side. The child in her arms, probably not even a year old, looked at me curiously, constantly stretching out his arms. At first, I didn't pay attention, but later, when the child saw I wasn't paying attention, he started crying and struggling in his mother's arms. I was a little confused. Her mother, somewhat embarrassed, said to me, "She probably mistook you for her father. He wears glasses too, just like you."
Upon further inquiry, I learned that her husband was on a business trip in Beijing, but due to SARS, he was quarantined there and not allowed to return. She was left to raise the child alone, and the child missed his father, so he mistook me for him. Haha, quite funny. I then took a closer look at this young woman: not tall, with a pretty, round face, looking quite young, wearing a ponytail, with fair skin, but a full figure. Perhaps she was breastfeeding; her breasts were very large, and she seemed to be without a bra. She walked with a bouncy gait—exactly my type.
My desire began to rise. However, I didn't have time to think too much. We chatted casually until we reached her apartment building. She pointed me in the direction of the bus stop, and I insisted on carrying my things to her apartment on the second floor, but I didn't go inside, as we weren't familiar with each other. Then I left.
On the train platform, I looked up, searching for her house. I saw her on her balcony, holding her child and looking in my direction. I waved and smiled politely, and she waved back, raising her child's hand. In that instant, I felt as if we were family.

Because of this inexplicable feeling, I kept going back to that suburban area, hoping to run into that young woman again. My boss happened to need someone to run errands in the suburban market, and seeing my enthusiasm, he agreed. Since he reimbursed my transportation costs, I went there almost every day, always waiting for the train at that station. This increased my chances of seeing her. Sometimes I saw her strolling around the neighborhood with her child, sometimes I saw her shopping, and I would often help her carry things or buy toys for the child. Gradually, the initial awkwardness between us disappeared. We learned more about each other; she was from Sichuan, her husband was from Hebei, and they worked in sales at a trading company.
She was actually working in Beijing for business, not just traveling there on business trips as she initially claimed. She used to come home once or twice a month, but now, due to SARS, she can't. She's quit her job to be a full-time housewife, incredibly bored and exhausted. Especially with her husband quarantined in Beijing, they only talk on the phone once or twice a week; she doesn't know how to pass the time, and her tone reveals her dissatisfaction with him.
As time went on, we became more familiar with each other. She was a very gentle and virtuous woman, working so hard raising her child herself without causing her parents worry, as they still had jobs back home, leaving her alone with the child in Shanghai. My feelings for her grew daily, but to avoid gossip from the neighbors, I always made sure to leave quickly and never lingered. I felt she at least didn't dislike me.
One day, I visited her as usual, only to find her child had a high fever and cough. I quickly picked up the child and ran to the hospital. The doctor told us that the child had acute pneumonia and needed hospitalization. For some reason, she and her husband got into an argument on the phone. I had never seen her angry before, and seeing her pouting and crying, my heart ached.
So, I took on the responsibility of caring for her and the child. After two weeks, the child recovered, but there was something different in her eyes when she looked at me. I could sense it. I should have been excited, as it seemed like I had a chance to make my move, but I became increasingly hesitant. Had I fallen in love with a married woman? Or a woman with a child?
Since the child came home, she was less hesitant about me visiting her home, and sometimes she would even call or text me, inviting me to her house or buying me things. One night, I had just gotten off work when I received a text from her saying that the child seemed to be coughing again. I quickly took the last bus to the suburbs. I arrived at her house close to eight o'clock in the evening.
Entering her house, I saw the child already asleep in the inner room, while she looked at me with a half-smile. The table was laden with a sumptuous feast; it turned out it was her 26th birthday, and her husband hadn't called at all. In a fit of pique, she'd called me over. She seemed to have dressed up carefully, wearing a light-colored short dress, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, revealing her fair, full thighs. Because of the fabric, her underwear was faintly visible. I knew this night was going to be eventful.
Sure enough, after a few drinks, she collapsed into my arms, eyes half-closed, her high breasts rising and falling, completely at my mercy.
I couldn't resist the temptation. I carried her to the bedroom, stripped off all our clothes, and we rolled around naked together. She was a very voluptuous woman, especially her large, breasts, which were swollen and round, firm and elastic, with very large nipples and areolas. I opened my jaws wide and bit down on them, and she trembled all over, especially as my hands roamed over her buttocks and inner thighs; she even began to moan.
Speaking of her breasts, I greedily sucked on her nipples, the milk flowing into my mouth. She was also trying to thrust her chest forward, one hand squeezing the nipple of the other breast, the milk sliding down her chest into her lower abdomen and the thick pubic hair. My tongue began searching for her milk, sucking continuously. I buried my head deep in her genitals, not caring whether she had showered or not, and began to tease her labia with my tongue; the taste was a little pungent. Her behavior became even more lewd: one hand covered her mouth, the other still squeezing her breasts, her legs spread wide, her body twisting and turning with the movements of my tongue. The moans grew louder.
Her pussy grew wetter and wetter under the teasing of my tongue. I suddenly jumped up, straddling her in a 69 position. She was stunned for a moment, then cleverly guided my throbbing, purplish-red cock. I, like doing a push-up, aimed and thrust into her cherry-like mouth. I could tell she was excited too; her pussy was constantly releasing lubrication, and my cock felt incredibly good in her mouth. She sucked hard, using her tongue skillfully. But perhaps my cock went in too deep at once, because she gagged. I quickly rolled over, and she looked at me with teary eyes, a hint of resentment mixed with a touch of defiance.
She wiped the drool from her mouth, held my buttocks, and continued sucking my cock. I knelt on the bed, touching her hair and breasts, watching my big cock go in and out of a voluptuous woman's mouth. I felt like I was in a dream. My penis quickly became harder and harder. I never last long the first time, so I couldn't possibly ejaculate before we even started.
I pulled my penis out of her mouth and gestured for her to roll over onto her stomach. She obediently, or rather, impatiently, lay face down on the bed, her big ass sticking out and her head tilted to the side. I aimed at her plump little hole and thrust all the way in. To be honest, it was hot and slippery inside, but not really tight. As I penetrated, she started to moan softly. Because it wasn't very tight, I thrust in very deep and with a lot of force, making a series of satisfying slapping sounds.
While thrusting, I squeezed her plump, tender ass, even slapping it. She gripped the pillow tightly with both hands, her ass moving in the opposite direction to match my thrusts. I deliberately stopped, leaving my penis at the entrance. She looked back at me first, then started to thrust into me actively, her big ass moving. Watching her little hole open and close, enveloping my penis, the excitement was indescribable.
Because of the increasing amount of vaginal fluid, it was too slippery inside, and I pulled out several times. I rolled her over, pinning her beneath me. Her legs straddled my waist, her hands caressing my chest muscles, her eyes glazed. The thrill of face-to-face sex lay in seeing her facial expressions. With each thrust, she chewed, bit her lip, spread her arms, and rubbed her breasts. Her skin flushed, her lower body contracted, and her trembling intensified, turning from soft moans to loud groans. I hadn't realized her orgasm came so quickly. I held her tightly, her large breasts pressed against my chest, her arms wrapped around me. My lips met hers, and my movements grew more intense. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans and wanted to pull out, but she held me tightly: "It's okay, don't pull out. I want you to cum inside."
Hesitating, I lost control of my orgasm and ejaculated inside her.
After the climax, we lay side by side, her arms resting against my chest, her small hands still caressing my now limp penis. I teased her, "Still not satisfied?"
She replied shyly in a low voice, "It's been almost half a year since we last did it, what do you think?" Just as I was groping her, her phone rang. It was her husband calling. She tried to answer it away from me, but I wouldn't allow it, letting her answer while I rubbed her breasts and buttocks. She quickly became uncomfortable. I deliberately moved closer to her breasts and began sucking on them, tasting her milk. To be honest, it was the first time I could remember tasting human milk. The taste was strange; because I had nothing to compare it to, I couldn't quite put my finger on why. It just didn't taste like cow's milk or formula. I still remember it vividly.
Under my teasing, she was no longer paying attention to her call with her husband and quickly hung up. She rolled over and straddled me, pressing down on my arms and scolding, "How could you be so naughty? You pervert!"
I felt the heat of her lower body, and my big cock started to rise again. I chuckled and said, "Where? I really love drinking your milk." As soon as I finished speaking, I felt her lower body contract, I couldn't tell if it was my semen or her love juice that came out. She started to tease me, deliberately leaning down, and when her big breasts were almost to my mouth, she would suddenly sit up. After several rounds, I still couldn't get my hands on her soft breasts.
I straightened up and picked her up. She was surprised and gasped. I used my penis to find the entrance and slid in. Because of the position, her vagina became very tight, and she clung to me tightly for fear of falling. We were pressed very close together. I held her thighs and buttocks and bounced her up, my own buttocks also thrusting upwards. To be honest, this position was quite tiring, and since she wasn't thin, although she was quite voluptuous, she couldn't hold it for long.
I carried her from one room to another, where her child was. As soon as we entered, the child woke up, staring wide-eyed at me and his mother. She immediately became a little nervous, but I didn't stop: "It's okay, he's too young to remember this." But perhaps a mother is always embarrassed to have sex with a strange man in front of her child, even if the child is so young. She felt uncomfortable, so she jumped down.
The child still stared at me curiously, his little hands gesturing, making me feel a little embarrassed.
And so, I began an affair with a married woman. It felt strange. All the women I'd met before were single, and we were all open and honest. But since I started seeing her, we had to do it secretly. At first, it was exciting and fun. But eventually, secrets can't stay hidden forever. One night, while we were making love, her husband came home.
Faced with this awkward situation, he was surprisingly calm (maybe he had no feelings for her, or maybe he saw I was too strong to fight back). I nervously got dressed and left the house, but I didn't go far, fearing he might assault her. But to my surprise, it was very quiet inside, a quiet that made me feel inexplicably afraid. Not long after, I received a text from her: "I'm sorry, let's not see each other anymore. I want my family." I didn't say anything; I really had nothing to say. My role made it impossible for me to feel justified. I thought
it was over, though I was a little dazed, but after all, I was the one who had benefited. Unexpectedly, her husband got my work address from her and brought a bunch of people to my workplace to cause trouble, almost smashing it up. Although they didn't hurt me, the police came to investigate, and my affair was exposed. My boss didn't fire me, but I was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so I resigned in disgrace.
I wanted to say goodbye, but she had even changed her phone number. I wasn't willing to let this go, so I went to her house to confront her, perhaps because I still had a lingering feeling for her. I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. A neighbor came out and said they had moved away, saying they went to Beijing. Haha, I've completely cut off all chances and thoughts of seeing her.

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