A young woman on a business trip staying at the same hotel

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That time, I was on a business trip with my boss to the capital of a province in central China, a group of four including myself. After a morning on the train, and feeling a bit unwell due to the unfamiliar environment, and then being forced to drink a pound of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) by our hospitable hosts that evening, my stomach was extremely upset. Back at the hotel, I started vomiting and had diarrhea. Luckily, we each had our own room, so I wasn't embarrassed by being seen by outsiders, but my stomach was still incredibly uncomfortable. Although it didn't hurt, I was going to the toilet and having diarrhea very frequently. After my last bout of diarrhea, I was bored in bed and flipping through channels, sending greetings to people on Momo (a dating app). Suddenly, I spotted a young woman; her photo looked quite nice, with a mature, sophisticated vibe (I don't know why, but I have a thing for mature women, and most of the people I've met are mature women). I sent a simple greeting on Momo, saying, "It's rare to find a beautiful woman so close to me." After sending the message, I didn't receive a reply for over ten minutes. Just when I thought it was hopeless, she replied, "Really? Where are you?" I picked up the thread and we started chatting. "I'm in room 405 of the ** Hotel," she said. Five or six minutes later, she replied, "Oh, what a coincidence, I'm in room 407." I said, "What are you doing, beautiful? I'd like to ask you out for coffee." A little while later, she replied, "Just came out to eat with friends. If I get back early, we can have coffee together." I thought this was the prelude to something happening, so I replied, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back, we can go together then." I only said "go together," without specifying why, but she replied a little while later, "Okay."

So I waited for her all night. At 11 pm, I texted her to ask when she would be back. She said she was going to a bar and would wait a little longer. Another hour passed, and at midnight, I texted her again. She only replied, "It's still early, you should go to sleep." Sigh, I was really disappointed, but there was nothing I could do. It was already past midnight, so I had to go to sleep. But I couldn't sleep soundly, afraid of missing her message, and I spent the whole night in a daze.

The next morning around 6 a.m., the first thing I did when I opened my eyes was send her a message: "Are you back? Did you have fun last night?" This time she replied quickly, "Just got back, exhausted, about to go to sleep." I quickly said, "Can I see you?" She said, "Is that necessary?" I replied, "Yes, I need to see what the beautiful girl I've been waiting for all night looks like, in case I don't have a chance to see you again." Then I added, "If you're worried, I can come to your room." She quickly replied, "No, I don't like strangers in my room." Seeing this, I felt there was a chance, so I quickly said, "Then come to my room, I can't do anything bad so early in the morning." She replied, "What do you look like?" I replied, "Not ugly." To my surprise, I didn't receive a reply for a long time after sending the message. Just as I was feeling frustrated, there was a knock at the door. I quickly got dressed and went to open it, only to find a young woman leaning against the doorframe. I immediately recognized her. "I didn't expect you to come. I wondered what you were doing without replying to my texts," I said. "What could I be doing? I'm exhausted. I haven't slept all night." As she spoke, she walked to my bedside and sat down. Only then did I get a good look at her. She was about 1.55 meters tall and weighed around 80 pounds. She had almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, and thin lips, though slightly large. With makeup, her features would be a 6 out of 10. I thought she was quite pretty.

She sat on the bed, and I chatted with her on a chair. After a while, she said she was sleepy, and without waiting for me to say anything, she crawled into bed, turning her back to me and saying, "I'm going to sleep for a while." For a moment, I was at a loss. What if she got upset and left if I moved closer? But with such a beautiful woman in front of me, how could I not take advantage of her? After thinking for a while, I said, "I'm sleepy too. Let's sleep together." Then, without waiting for her to speak, I got into bed and lay down on my side with her. We were quiet for five minutes; she didn't speak, and I didn't move. Then I mustered my courage and said, "Can I hug you?" The young woman naturally turned around and hugged me, burying her head in my chest. My hands naturally wrapped around her waist and gently slid along it. After a while, I tried to pat her like I would a child to sleep, but after only two pats, she said it hurt and told me to stop patting her and just hold her. Speechless, she said it hurt without even using any force. I wondered if she would have the strength to withstand the impact of my lower body. Thinking of this, my hands began to stroke her back. She was so thin; there was hardly any flesh on her back. Even pressed against my chest, I couldn't feel any fleshiness. I was slightly disappointed, but the thrill of this one-night stand still excited me.

After stroking her back for a while, my hand slowly moved to her bottom. Fortunately, there was still some flesh on her bottom, and she didn't react to my actions; instead, she hugged me even tighter. I increased the pressure on her hands and lowered my head to kiss her forehead again. She looked up at me, and taking the opportunity, I kissed her lips. Her tongue was even more eager than mine, plunging into my mouth in an instant. Our tongues intertwined like two snakes. At this point, there was no need for restraint. We kissed passionately, and my hands pulled down her clothes, grabbing her small breasts. They were really small, like those of a young girl just starting to develop (why have I never touched big breasts? Although I don't care about size, it's still so strange). Fortunately, her nipples were pink and tender, so I licked them with my mouth while my hands slid along her breasts. By this time, her vagina was already very wet. I put my hand inside and stirred. She was a little shy, holding me tightly, her mouth close to my ear, breathing heavily, her slender waist swaying from side to side on the bed like she was dancing the Latin dance. I thought I should give her a big gift, so I slowly kissed her from her chest down to her vulva. I saw her pink vulva slightly parted, and her juices were already flowing down to her buttocks, leaving a few damp stains on the sheets. I smelled her vulva; there was no odor, so I confidently licked her clitoris with my tongue. The lick made her tremble as if electrocuted. It seemed this young woman was either too sensitive or had been deprived of sex for a long time. Seeing her excitement, I continued licking for a long time until she convulsed and orgasmed. I climbed on top of her, holding her close. She buried her face in my chest and said, "So good, I haven't had sex in almost a year." Hearing this, I thought it was a godsend. A year without sex would be unbearable! She might not realize it normally, but once someone ignites the fire, it's unstoppable.

After resting for a while, I prepared to get going, but then the phone rang. It was my boss asking me to pack my things and go to a client's place; I might not be staying at the hotel that night. My head started spinning. I was at a loss for words. 馍俑窘裢砘乖谡饫镂沂侵赖模一瓜胪砩辖幼藕退苫凳履亍7畔碌缁埃戳斓贾甘疚腋硪桓隽斓嫉缁埃ㄖ急冈绶购笞叩南ⅲ耸蔽叶嗔烁鲂难郏嫠哒飧隽斓迹肫浠槐龉莶輁The coffin was covered with rustling grass and scalloped leaves. ... Yi, playing, wild face, eating squid, 8, Li, Gua, Yongjing, Jing, , low, fu, box, Ji, Ci, ta, Yuangeng, , Zi, Yang, Meng, , Gao, Pinling, Gu, , Yongjiu, , Lan, Mu, Liao, α, Shu, N, Yi, Qiao, Dong, Bo, ┮, Long, , , Beng, Ji, コ, Zai, Shou, Geng, N, Yi, Rang, Niu, , , Chui, Jie, Er, Rang, Huang, Shun, Pang, Xie, Xi, , , Rong, Zhe, >, Pinling, Ming, Qi, Tuo, Xuan, Yi, Yi, Qin, Bei.ヌ萆先ィ米怕ヌ菝蝗耍腋糇潘羯戆稳姑判∑ü桑谇懊媛淖撸坪鹾芟硎芪掖笫值母I狭寺ィ颐亲匀环挚白搊吧恕＝瞬吞吹搅斓荚冢腿×顺缘暮土斓甲黄穑On the way to discuss business, my stomach was still upset, feeling like a churning ocean
, and I felt nauseous. I texted her and learned she was asleep, so I felt relieved and continued with my business. The business went smoothly, but our hospitable host insisted we stay for dinner, so I had no choice but to stay. I texted her saying I couldn't go back until after dinner, and she said... I'd already gone out to dinner with my friends, and I'd contact them later.

Dinner lasted until after 9 PM, and I didn't get back to the hotel until 10 PM. After a quick wash, I had diarrhea again. Lying in bed feeling unwell, I texted her to tell her I was in my hotel room. She just replied, "Okay." It seemed she wouldn't be back anytime soon, so I watched TV in bed, waiting boredly until midnight when there was a knock at my door. Sure enough,

it was her. As soon as she entered, she sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, saying with lingering fear, "So annoying, I just got rid of that guy, otherwise I would have come earlier." Apparently, tonight her friends had taken her and another male friend out to dinner. The man seemed quite fond of the young woman and repeatedly expressed his desire to be friends with her, but she didn't reciprocate his feelings. So the man persisted, following her all the way to the hotel, where he confessed his love in her room for a long time before being kicked out. That's how she ended up in my room.

While still shaken, the man texted, saying he'd booked a room next to the young woman's and wanted to have a good talk with her. The young woman was furious, calling the man crazy. I taught her how to reply to him, but he was incredibly persistent, refusing to give up even after being rejected countless times, until she got angry and said, "I'll never be with him again, I don't like him," before finally stopping.

This incident annoyed the young woman, so I hugged her and kissed her, whispering sweet nothings. A little while later, she said she was going to take a shower and went to the bathroom. I immediately took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear, and lay on the bed waiting for her. She finished showering, came out wrapped in a towel, plopped down on the bed, and started berating her unreliable best friend. I joined in the banter, laughing and joking. After a while, perhaps from too much movement, the towel came undone and slid down her body onto the bed. The young woman was now naked. She didn't wrap herself in the towel anymore, but instead looked at me provocatively. So I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips, one hand pinching her nipple, the other gently stroking her genitals. Then, another problem arose. I smelled a strong, pungent odor, quite overpowering. The young woman smelled it too; she touched her genitals and said, somewhat embarrassed, that it was the smell of her private parts. I felt awkward and also worried—could she have a disease? However, considering there was no smell that morning, and besides, she wasn't that casual with men (though that's a bit of an overstatement, I still felt she was very careful in choosing men), I didn't think too much of it. She explained that it might be from wearing tight underwear and outer pants, causing the odor. I said, "It's okay, sometimes mine smells too." Actually, that was just to comfort her; I've never had a foul odor. With the barrier removed, we both relaxed and could focus on making love. I got up, grabbed a condom, and put it on. She lay face down on the bed, her buttocks raised. I pressed down and penetrated her from behind. After a few thrusts, I found the position too uncomfortable, so I had her on top. She skillfully flipped over and mounted me, and before I could move, she began to rapidly twist back and forth on top of me. To reiterate, being too thin does affect a man's pleasure. This young woman was too thin, and my penis didn't feel much pleasure; the area around my penis was even a little sore from the friction against her bones. We maintained this high-frequency thrusting for about ten minutes until the young woman trembled on top of me. I couldn't let her go until she orgasmed, so I turned her over and penetrated her from behind.

She was so petite; kneeling in front of me, she looked like a middle school student from behind, her small buttocks taut and raised. My penis seemed much larger than usual as it thrust in and out of her. I had previously told the young woman that my boss lived next door. She was afraid the men pursuing her would hear, so she desperately tried to suppress her moans. But because it was so pleasurable, she still cried out several times. Realizing this, she covered her mouth with her hand, enjoying the pleasure my penis brought. During penetration, she kept turning her head, tossing her hair, looking at me with seductive eyes, her teeth clenched on her lips. This seductive behavior only fueled my mischievous side. I slowed down, thrusting slowly and gently. Unsatisfied, she twisted her hips towards my penis. Before she could reach it, I thrust hard, penetrating her core. She screamed. This happened several times; she was completely overwhelmed. Her head was on the bed, her buttocks raised, letting me play with her. Looking at the reflection of the scene on the bed in the bathroom glass, a petite young woman, her slender waist pressed low on the bed, her buttocks raised high, enduring the impact of a man twice her size, the thrill of conquest surged through my brain. Just as we were reaching the most wonderful moment, my stomach started to hurt again, and my nausea returned. I held it in, trying not to let anything spill out from the effort, while also worrying about my stomach churning. Perhaps my stomach was distracting me, because instead of ejaculating, I became more and more vigorous, thrusting for almost another twenty minutes, until I was drenched in sweat. The young woman suddenly broke free from my advances, rolled over onto the bed, and gasped for breath. "I can't take it anymore, I've had two orgasms, if I keep going my pussy will swell up." At this point, I was also too weak from my stomach problems to continue. I took off the condom and threw it in the trash. The young woman glanced at my hard penis and offered to suck on it a couple of times. Her oral skills were indeed quite good, but I had no desire to continue and wanted to go to the toilet quickly. So I left her on the bed, went to the toilet, and relieved myself.

When I returned to bed, the young woman was watching the TV series "Bruce Lee." I wasn't interested in these kinds of domestic dramas, but to amuse her, I watched along and commented on the characters, from Ip Man to the real Bruce Lee, leaving her speechless and even developing a sense of admiration for me. She hugged me naked, nestled in my arms, staring at the TV, occasionally glancing up at me. When our eyes met, I kissed her twice, my hand caressing her breasts. Soon, she fell asleep. I covered her with a blanket, turned off the TV, and we slept in each other's

arms. The next morning, because I hadn't ejaculated the night before, my penis was particularly hard. When I woke up, I saw the young woman still sleeping, half her buttocks exposed. I got out of bed, put on a condom, and gently stroked her vulva. She murmured in her sleep. I rolled her over, pinned her to the bed, and began thrusting rapidly without any technique, ejaculating inside her in just five minutes. After ejaculating, the young woman immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. A little while later, she came out, said goodbye, and went back to her room.

I got up, washed up, and was about to go for breakfast when there was another knock on the door. I wondered if it was the young woman coming to say goodbye. I opened the door, and there was my boss. He came in, sat on the sofa, and we talked about business. I sat on the bed, feeling incredibly scared. What if I had stayed any longer and the young woman hadn't left? It would have been complicated. I talked to my boss for about half an hour, and he told me to go eat later before leaving. I looked around the room but didn't see anything amiss. The condoms were in the trash can, covered by scraps of paper; there was nothing unusual. But just as I turned to put on my shoes, I realized I'd forgotten the young woman's high heels. A cold sweat broke out on my back. My wife and I work at the same company, and my boss knows her. If he saw them and told my wife, I wouldn't be able to explain myself. However, my immediate priority was to return the shoes to the young woman and text her, explaining that my boss had come and that she'd left her shoes behind. She was startled too.

I took the shoes and headed towards her room. I'd only taken a couple of steps when I heard my colleague, who was also on the business trip, calling me from the end of the hallway. I was startled; how was I supposed to explain holding high heels? Luckily, the hallway was dimly lit, and we were about ten meters apart. Plus, I'd been carrying the shoes behind my back, so I figured my colleague wouldn't see them. I quickly turned around, held the shoes to my chest, and said I'd forgotten something, asking my colleague to go ahead while I followed. Back in my room, I waited a while, making sure my colleague was out of sight, before going out again. I went to the young woman's room, knocked gently, and she opened the door. She quickly took the shoes, and we kissed as a farewell.

That afternoon, after finishing our business, we headed back. The young woman and I added each other on WeChat and still check in occasionally, but the nearly two thousand kilometers separating us means we can't meet often. I'll just keep the memory in my heart.

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