An older man's confession: My love affair with a beautiful Arab woman (21-24)

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21.
Life goes on. In mid-November, Choi Tae-ho and Zhao Lin got married.
It's said that at Zhao Lin's insistence, they didn't have a wedding ceremony, but instead went to the Maldives for their honeymoon, and then to South Korea to meet Choi Tae-ho's father, aunt, brother, and sister.
This was all told to me by Zhao Lin's younger brother. I estimate that although Zhao Lin's status as a second-time bride might not immediately satisfy Choi's father, a member of a South Korean chaebol, given time, she should be able to use her beauty, intelligence, and shrewdness to gain the acceptance of that prominent family as their daughter-in-law.
Zhao Lin's brother also sent me photos of their honeymoon in the Maldives. He told me that his sister was very happy now, and he could rest easy. I knew what he meant; he hoped I would never bother Zhao Lin.
In the photos, Zhao Lin was either wearing a beach dress or a bikini, smiling radiantly, beautiful and charming, deeply in love with Choi Tae-ho. The two were a perfect match, truly an enviable couple.
Seeing all this, I began to believe Cui Taihao's words. He was a man who could make Zhao Lin happier than I was, even a man more deserving of Zhao Lin's happiness.
Although I sincerely wished my ex-wife and her new husband well, I couldn't help feeling a sense of loss. Losing such an excellent woman as Zhao Lin, regardless of the reason, would be a regret for any man.
One morning, I didn't go to work at the project site because I had a fever all night. I didn't wake up until almost noon, feeling that the fever had subsided, but I was still quite weak. I got up, drank some water, and lay back down to rest.
In my drowsy state, I heard someone ringing the doorbell. I wondered who it could be at this hour. It certainly wasn't Lao Chu or the others; besides, they had keys and didn't need to ring the doorbell.
I put on my pants and a coat, went to the door, and looked through the peephole. I saw Aimei standing outside. I was quite surprised. Since returning to Morocco, we hadn't seen each other in person, only keeping in touch on WeChat. I wondered why she had suddenly come to my dorm to find me.
"Are you feeling better?" Ai Mai Ni asked as soon as she entered the room, reaching out to check my temperature.
I said my fever had subsided and asked why she had come. Ai Mai Ni said she had gone to the project site to deliver a document and heard from Lao Chu that I was sick and resting in the dormitory, so she came to check on me.
"Don't stand here, lie back down and rest..." Ai Mai Ni pushed me towards the bedroom without further ado.
After I lay down, she asked if I had taken any medicine. I said no, since I had already gotten through it, it was best not to take any. She said that was true, all medicine has side effects, and that I should drink more hot water when I had a fever, before leaving the bedroom.
Soon, Ai Mai Ni brought in a cup of hot water, sat on the edge of the bed, and handed it to me. I drank a few sips, put the cup on the bedside table, and said, "Thank you, Ai Mai Ni, for making you come all this way."
She gave me a playful glare, "I did, why are you telling me all this?"
She then asked if I had eaten anything and offered to make me something. I said I had no appetite and didn't want to eat. She said that wouldn't do, she should eat something, and was about to get up when I grabbed her.
"Aimeini..." I called softly. I'd always known this Moroccan woman's feelings for me. That day at the Brussels airport, I pushed Li Meishan away again, and now Zhao Lin was married to someone else. I couldn't miss out on such a wonderful woman.
This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing. Since returning from Chengdu, I'd been thinking about this, planning to confess to her.
"Aimeini..." I called softly again. She looked at me, her eyes becoming hazy.
I sat up and gently stroked Aimeini's face. She didn't resist, gazing at me. I kissed her lips. She flinched slightly, but I kissed her back.
We kissed passionately, our tongues swirling together, kissing for a long time before separating. Under her silent gaze, I unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time, revealing her lace bra and her proud breasts.
I unhooked the front of her bra, and her full, round breasts sprang out, nipples erect. Throughout the ordeal, Amy didn't resist, simply watching me silently.
I placed my hand on her, caressing her and kissing her cheeks, earlobes, and neck, before kissing her lips again.
"Do you love me?" she murmured, pulling away from my kiss and removing my hand, her face flushed, looking away.
I looked at her, my lips trembling slightly, but I didn't speak. Her voice continued in my ear, "If you don't say it, or if you don't love me, I'll leave immediately."
I gently turned her face, making her look at me, and I looked at her too, saying, "I love you!"
Yes, after these past few months, I had fallen in love with this beautiful, generous, and understanding Moroccan woman before me.
"I love you too, I've loved you for a long time, I've always loved you..." she smiled at me, tears welling in her eyes, and met my kiss. In our tender embrace, I pulled her onto the bed.
Considering it was our first time making love, to avoid embarrassing her, I didn't do much foreplay. I waited until she was fully lubricated by my caresses before penetrating her warm, moist depths…
until Amyna reached orgasm before I ejaculated inside her. I asked her if she was in her safe period. She said no, she would take the morning-after pill.
Afterwards, we lay in bed, embracing and talking. Amyna said she wouldn't cling to me, and she wouldn't ruin my future family; she would be content as long as I could spend a wonderful time with her in Morocco.
I told her I wasn't just looking for a fling, but wanted to be with her forever. She was surprised and happy, tears streaming down her face, asking if it was true.
"Amyna, would you like to come live with me in Chengdu?" I asked earnestly.
She wiped away her tears and smiled, "Yes, I would. I'd go anywhere with you as long as there's a mosque."
I laughed, "I really didn't know there were any mosques in Chengdu?"
Amyna said there were a few, and she had visited some when she was in Chengdu.
"Okay, then it's settled," I smiled at her.
“Hmm…” She nodded, smiling at me.
We kissed passionately again. As we parted, Amy said, “But there’s something I need to tell you. We Muslim women can’t marry a man who isn’t a Muslim or doesn’t believe in Islam…”
I looked at her and smiled, “No problem. For you, I’m willing to convert to Islam. I can abstain from alcohol and pork for the rest of my life, read the Quran with you, and go to the mosque with you to pray. I’ve never been a drinker, so I won’t drink. As for pork, I don’t care. What’s wrong with eating beef and mutton?”
Amy laughed, “You’re taking this seriously. It’s not like I’m forcing you to be religious. You’ve never been religious before, so why force yourself for me?”
I took her hand and pressed it against my chest. "I didn't force myself. I'm doing this willingly for you."
She smiled again, glanced away, and said, "Silly boy, I just wanted you to put on a show so you could impress my family. From now on, as long as you don't drink alcohol or eat pork when you're with me, that's fine. As for the Quran, you can read it if you want, or not if you don't. It's up to you. If you can come with me to the mosque, that would be even better."
After chatting for a while, Amyni said that she had liked me from the moment I arrived in Morocco. She liked my refined and handsome appearance, my erudition, and my respect for and protection of women, especially the day I fought with two Moroccan men for her. So, not long after we arrived at the project site, she volunteered to work there so she could be with me, and even lent me her house and car. It wasn't
until I stood up for her and taught Hassan a lesson that she fell completely in love with me. But because I was still married at the time, and she hadn't divorced Hassan, she could only bury her love for me deep in her heart.
“You know what? Back then, I thought you'd never know I loved you, that I'd never have a chance to confess… But Allah granted my wish…”
Amy said, tears welling up in her eyes again. She added that the time she got drunk, I took her back to her place and carried her to bed. She wasn't actually asleep; she was giving me a chance, but I didn't cross the line. Even the first time we drank together, when I barged into the bathroom while she was showering, she knew I was faking it. Although she felt embarrassed at the time, she wasn't angry at all, because she already liked me very much then.
And that night by the Funan River, when Zhao Lin misunderstood our relationship, she didn't try to clarify, but instead played along, out of her own selfish love for me.
I wiped away her tears and told her that I had always liked her too. She asked me when I fell in love with her. I said that day in Chengdu, when I accompanied her to meet the older man, that was the day I fell in love with her.
"Oh! You only fell in love with me after I fell in love with you, I've lost out big time!" she said with a playful laugh, pinching my arm.
I laughed too, hugging her and kissing her lips again. We kissed tenderly and passionately, and during this time I regained my strength, pressing down on her and thrusting deep inside.
"No, you just had a fever..." she tried to stop me, but I still managed to enter her...
When I woke up, Amy was gone. She left me a note saying she had made me some food and told me to heat it up myself, that she had left first to avoid being caught by Lao Chu and the others when they returned.
I felt like I was in a dream, marveling at how I had started a cross-cultural romance in a foreign land. Although I had no idea whether our relationship would be approved by our parents, I still decided to continue.
I called Amy, and she said she was driving back to Rabat. I asked her when we could meet again. She said Saturday, and told me to come to Rabat to see her.

22.
That Saturday afternoon, I told Lao Chu I had to go to Rabat and wouldn't be back that night. Lao Chu didn't ask too many questions, only reminding me to be careful while I was out alone.
When I arrived at Amy's building, I called her and asked her to come down. Considering her cousin might be home and it wouldn't be convenient, I planned to walk around Rabat with her and get a hotel room for the night.
But Amy said no one else was home and told me to go upstairs first, so I went upstairs and went inside.
We sat on the sofa, talking sweetly, and gradually we kissed. When the passion was at its peak, I carried Amy to her bedroom and we cuddled tenderly on the bed.
After we finished, we talked on the bed for a while, then Amy went into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, added some shower gel, and soaked in the tub with me. We continued talking, enjoying the peaceful and beautiful time.
"Zhongyan, do you really love me?" Amy whispered, leaning against me.
I held her tightly, gently kissing her neck and shoulders, and said, "Silly girl, if I didn't love you, I wouldn't be doing these things with you. Let me tell you, after everything we've been through, I will never love anyone else but you."
She smiled happily, reaching behind her to gently stroke my cheek. "Me too, if I didn't love you, I wouldn't have slept with you. That's why I asked you if you loved me the first time you kissed me."
After a long while, she sighed and asked, "What about Zhao Lin and Li Meishan? Do you still love them?"
I moved my hands up and grasped her full, rounded breasts, saying, "Aimeini, I want you to remember, Zhao Lin is someone else's wife, and Li Meishan has a boyfriend. Whoever they are, they are my past, and you are my present and future."
Aimeini turned to look at me. "I want you to say, I love you."
I gazed at her and said, "Baby, I love you!"
"I love you too, I love you so much!" she said passionately, offering me her lips.
We kissed passionately, one hand alternately cupping her breasts, the other roaming between her legs. Under my caresses, her clitoris hardened.
Amy turned and straddled me, her hand in the water guiding my newly erect penis, aiming it for the entrance. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately as she moved, her large breasts pressed against my chest.
We entwined, kissing, rubbing together, and making love, whispering sweet nothings. Just as we were lost in our passion, the bathroom door slammed shut and a girl's voice called out, "Amy, Amy..."
"Oh no, that girl's back..." Amy whispered, quickly separating from me.
I knew it was her cousin, Higul, whom I'd met once before. Foreigners don't usually call each other "brother" or "sister," they're used to calling each other by their first names.
"Amy, where are you?" Higul continued, speaking in Arabic.
“I’m taking a shower…” Amy quickly replied in Arabic, gesturing for me to be quiet, and stepped out of the bathtub to dry herself with a towel.
I sat in the bathtub, feeling incredibly awkward. Amy wrapped the towel around herself, opened the bathroom door, and then closed it again.
“Weren’t you going shopping with your friends? Why are you back?”
“I didn’t want to shop anymore, so I came back…”
I heard the two cousins talking outside. I heard Amy nervously say, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to the bathroom. Why are you stopping me?” Xiguli said, puzzled. “By the way, why did you close the door?”
“I…” Amy panicked, unsure of what to say.
Higul seemed to have guessed something and asked her cousin, "Who's in there?"
Amyni had no choice but to confess, "Him."
"Him? Who?"
"You've seen him before."
"Oh..." Higul seemed to wake from a dream, "That Chinese man? Amyni, are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing?"
"Can't you keep your voice down? You're scaring people..." Amyni complained, "Let's talk in your room."
While the two cousins were in Higul's room, I quickly dried myself, wrapped a towel around my lower body, and slipped into Amyni's room. I dressed and went to Higul's door.
The two sisters were still talking in Arabic. I said through the door, "Amyni, I should go now."
Amyni said from inside, "Don't go, I'll be out in a bit."
I had no choice but to sit on the sofa and smoke. After a while, the two sisters came out. Higul gracefully extended her right hand to me and smiled, "Hello, let's formally introduce ourselves? My name is Higul."
Although I didn't understand her, I still shook her hand. Amy translated for me, and I smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, it's a pleasure to meet you."
That's how I met Higul. Higul was three years younger than Amy, twenty-three that year, and a little petite than Amy, a beautiful Berber girl. She was not only Amy's cousin but also Amy's best friend since childhood.
That evening, the three of us had dinner together. After dinner, Higul went to a friend's house to stay the night, giving us some space.
From then on, Amy and I often went on dates. She would drive from Rabat every few days, and sometimes I would go to Rabat too.
In Settat, we always went to a hotel, but in Rabat, we usually stayed at Amy's house. And whenever this happened, Higul would slip away, leaving us alone.
Amane and I were deeply in love, enjoying ourselves immensely. As a Caucasian woman, Amane was fuller and firmer than the average Chinese woman, and her body hair was also more abundant. Especially her pubic area, which was thick and curly, extending downwards in an inverted triangle from her lower abdomen to her buttocks, and was chestnut brown, the same color as her hair.
Also, having grown up eating beef and lamb, and due to the typical Caucasian physique, she had a slight body odor, but it was completely within acceptable limits.
Therefore, Amane would spray a lot of perfume on herself before every date or before making love with me. I told her it was completely unnecessary, and I didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
The next day, Lao Chu told me that someone at the office had seen Amane walking arm-in-arm with me on the street, but he thought it was just a rumor.
I laughed and said, "It's true, not a rumor."
Lao Chu was quite embarrassed and surprised, speechless. I added, "Aimeini and I are currently in a relationship."
Old Chu chuckled, "We're both men, I understand. It's certainly lonely without your wife around, but you should be mindful of the impact! I'm saying this for your own good. You're a married man, and Ai is a foreigner..."
He didn't know I was divorced. I hadn't told anyone about my divorce since returning to Morocco.
I interrupted him, "Old Chu, I'm divorced. I got divorced when I went back to China last time. So I'm single now, and Ai doesn't have a husband either... Thank you for your kindness."
"Huh? You're divorced?" Old Chu seemed incredulous, then continued, "But Ai is a foreigner after all, you should be more careful."
"I am being careful, thank you for your concern," I said, ending the conversation.
A few days later, after a period of silence, the rumors about my affair with Ai resurfaced in the project department and the office. One rumor was that I, as a married man, had an improper relationship with Ai; another was that I divorced my wife while back in China because I was with Ai.
The design institute's leadership called again, saying that even though I was divorced, I shouldn't have gotten involved with a foreign woman. I said that love and marriage are free, our country allows transnational marriages, and Morocco allows them too. We haven't violated any morals or laws.
The leadership couldn't do anything; the project had progressed to this point, and it was impossible to replace someone midway. Besides, the client wouldn't agree.
We decided not to tell either set of parents yet. Amy's father is very authoritarian. He has always disapproved of his daughter divorcing Hassan because Hassan's family business is very large, and Amy's father could benefit greatly from it. Now that his daughter is with a Chinese man with no background in Morocco and who isn't Muslim, he definitely can't accept it.
And I have no idea whether my parents will accept a foreign Muslim daughter-in-law.
Amy decided to resign from the North Africa office to get away from the gossip. I asked her what she planned to do after resigning. She said she would rest for a while and then make plans.
The office quickly approved Amy's resignation, after all, they also wanted the woman at the center of this scandal to get away from the spotlight as soon as possible.

23.
In mid-December, due to the project's completion, the project team had a week off.
Amy and I decided to take advantage of this rare holiday to drive to the Western Sahara, to see the Sahara town of La Ayoune described by Sanmao, and to get a glimpse of the vast Sahara Desert.
Amy invited Shiguli to come with us; Shiguli hadn't taken her annual leave yet, and the two cousins readily agreed.
It was winter, the most pleasant season in the Western Sahara, with relatively mild temperatures. Even so, the Western Sahara, with its tropical desert climate, still had strong sunshine, so we were well-prepared for sun protection.
On the day of departure, the two cousins drove from Rabat to pick me up, and then we drove south towards the Western Sahara.
After waiting a while at the agreed-upon location, Amy's Ford Escape pulled up beside me. Both sisters were wearing makeup and sunglasses—a beautiful pair of sisters.
"Handsome, want a ride? Let two beauties take you wherever you want to go,"
said Xiguli, sitting in the passenger seat, smiling at me in her newly learned Chinese. We'd gotten quite familiar with each other over the past few days. Amyni playfully nudged her cousin.
I went to the back of the car and put my backpack in the trunk. Xiguli got out and offered me the front seat, while she climbed into the back. After I got in, Amyni drove south in the warm winter sun.
To the melody playing from the car stereo, Xiguli, sitting in the back, danced and swayed her body, looking completely absorbed.
Amyni, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled at me, "This girl is never still. She was so excited last night that she didn't go to sleep until late, and she woke me up first thing this morning..."
She yawned as she spoke. I said, "How about I drive, and you take a nap?"
Amyni said she wasn't sleepy yet and would let me drive when she was. Our destination, Laayoune, is over a thousand kilometers from Settat, a long journey that required the three of us to take turns driving to get there as quickly as possible. We decided not to stay overnight along the way and drive straight to our destination.
A little over an hour later, we stopped at a service area to use the restroom, and then I took over driving while Amyne sat in the passenger seat.
After driving for a while, Sigurd slumped in the back seat and fell fast asleep, and Amyne also slept, leaning against the passenger seat. It seemed they hadn't slept well the night before, so I would be driving the majority of the trip.
Driving on foreign soil, carrying two beautiful foreign women, especially with the women I love, was truly exhilarating.
After arriving in Amyne's hometown of Marrakech, we turned east towards Porto Essaouira. After passing Essaouira, we drove south along the eastern coast of the Atlantic Ocean, enjoying beautiful scenery along the way.
On one side of the road stretched a desolate desert and mountains, with Berber shepherds occasionally seen tending their sheep; on the other side lay the boundless, shimmering blue sea—truly breathtakingly beautiful.
We would occasionally stop at scenic spots to take photos, rest, and then get back in the car, with me driving again. I had never driven long distances in a foreign country before, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, feeling no fatigue whatsoever.
Along the way, people were curious to see an Asian man with two beautiful Moroccan women. At a service area, someone asked if I was Korean. I said I was Chinese. The person remarked that I looked Korean. I emphasized again that I was Chinese.
This made me reflect on how, with the rise of the Korean wave in many parts of the world in recent years, many people associate Asian faces with Koreans.
In the early hours of the morning, we arrived at a place called Tantan, the last town in Morocco before entering Western Sahara.
Western Sahara is a disputed region, formerly a Spanish colony. Therefore, the Chinese term "Western Sahara" has two meanings: one refers to Western Sahara, and the other to the western Sahara.
Morocco now has most of the control over this region, but it is not part of Morocco's territory; passport checks are required for entry and exit. We decided to wait until dawn before setting off, so we could cross the border after daybreak and arrive at the small desert town of Laayoune, bordering the Atlantic Ocean, before noon.
We drove to the famous Tantan Beach and rested by the sea. Many cars were already parked there, some with Moroccan license plates and others with European plates, and numerous tents were pitched on the beach. Morocco truly lives up to its reputation as Europe's backyard; many Europeans visit and vacation there every season.
We also pitched our tent on the beach. For safety reasons, I let my cousins, Amy and her sister, sleep in the car, while I slept in the tent, keeping a sheathed fruit knife under my pillow.
After dozing off for a while, I left my tent and sat on the beach smoking. I noticed scattered bonfires burning on the sand. People sat around the fires in small groups, drinking and chatting, singing loudly, dancing gracefully, and some couples whispering and kissing affectionately.
I saw a group of young men and women from Europe sitting around a nearby bonfire. A man was playing a deep, melancholic yet exuberant tune on a guitar, while a woman was dancing flamenco.
Flamenco, also known as the Firebird Dance, is a Spanish national dance, and judging from their accents, they were undoubtedly Spanish.
Although this place is close to the tropical desert, the beach was still quite cold on a winter night. As the Spanish couple prepared to go back into their tents to rest, I went over and asked in English (many people from European countries speak fluent English) if I could use the remaining firewood. They readily agreed and even gave me half a bottle of gasoline to start the fire. I thanked them profusely.
Sitting by the crackling campfire, I gazed up at the night sky. A bright, round moon hung not far away, seemingly within reach. Under the bright moonlight, the Atlantic Ocean was calm, with only the sound of the tides punctuating the tranquility. Everything felt like a dream.
I couldn't help but feel as if I were in a dream. I had never imagined that I would be in this beautiful country, in such a beautiful place, with two beautiful women from other countries. I never imagined that in this country, which had previously been mysterious and unfamiliar to me, I would embark on a cross-cultural romance with my lover. Just
as my heart was surging with emotion, I heard the soft sound of footsteps on the sand behind me. Soon, a soft body leaned against my back, and two arms encircled my neck.
"Why aren't you asleep? Just sitting here daydreaming..." Amy kissed my cheek and said softly.
I said I had slept for a while, but didn't want to sleep anymore, and was just enjoying the scenery. She sat down beside me, handed me a bottle of mineral water, and said, "Yes! It's so beautiful here."
I took a sip of water, gazing at her stunning profile in the moonlight, and the lines from Xin Qiji's poem praising women came to mind again. I had once slightly modified those lines on the beach in Sanya to praise Li Meishan—"I see how charming the sea is, and the sea sees me the same way."
Back then, Li Meishan asked me if I had ever said the same things to other women. How could I have imagined that one day, on the other side of the world, I would long to utter the same praise to another woman?
But I didn't. Amy asked if I wasn't tired, since I'd been driving most of the way and she'd only taken a short break. I said no, I enjoy driving, especially for the people I love.
She smiled and said, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, shall I play the guitar for you?" I asked, "You can play the guitar? How good are you?" She scoffed and laughed, "I've loved music since I was little. When I participated in 'The Voice of Morocco,' I brought a guitar on stage. What did you think of my performance?"
I nodded and smiled, "Then I'll be all ears."
She smiled slightly, got up to get a guitar from the car, sat back down next to me, hugged the guitar to her chest, and began to play softly.
She first played "Romance de Amor," an interlude from the French film "Forbidden Games," then Debussy's "Clair de Lune," and then sang and played the Beatles' "Hey! Judy. "
Her singing and guitar skills were excellent, and I was captivated by the sounds of the guitar and her singing.
"Next up is my favorite song, dedicated to the one I love most..."
In the firelight, Amy smiled at me, strumming the strings, which also touched my heartstrings.
"Are you really here, or am I dreaming? I can't tell dreams from truth..."
Her voice alone was enough to enchant me. This is "If You Want Me," the theme song from the Irish film "Once," a song I really love. I never expected she liked it so much, and sang it so beautifully.
Under the moonlight, by the sea, by the campfire, this foreign woman playing and singing for me was so perfect, and everything at that moment was so perfect that I couldn't tell if I was in a dream or reality. I couldn't help but shed tears.
Then she played "Sad Spain," "Isabella," "At Gates, We Loved," "Since You Left," and "Not the End." She also sang Liverpool's anthem "You'll Never Walk Alone" and "O My People!" by the famous Portuguese singer Marissa. "O My
People!" is a classic piece of Portuguese fado. Just as flamenco is the national treasure of Spain, fado, as a narrative song, is the national treasure of Portugal. It originated from the homesickness of sailors far from home during the Age of Exploration. Singing it is poignant and has a unique sweet sorrow.
I told Aimani, "Although I don't understand Portuguese, your pronunciation still seems quite accurate."
"Hey! Portuguese and Spanish are very similar. People who understand Spanish can basically speak it even without studying Portuguese. As for whether my pronunciation is accurate or not, actually I'm not sure about many sounds; I just pronounce them according to Spanish habits. How could you tell?"
Aimani laughed, ending with Priscilla Chan's Cantonese song "Half Moon Serenade."

24.
Aimani put down her guitar, took my arm, rested her head on my shoulder, and said softly, "I wish time could stop at this moment, I wish we could sit like this forever."
I said I didn't want to. She asked why? I said that being together is like driving on an unknown road, with more beautiful scenery waiting for us, more wonderful times ahead, so how could I stop?
"Zhongyan, you probably don't know how much I love you..." Aimani said, still leaning on my shoulder.
I reached out and embraced her, silently gazing at her. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with tenderness. "Perhaps between us, I'm the one who loves the other more?"
"Maybe it is?" I smiled slightly and kissed her lips.
She tilted her head back, our lips and tongues entwined, a tender, passionate kiss. The bright moonlight shone on the beach, bathing the two of us in a dreamlike state.
We lay down on the sand, kissing each other, and as I kissed her, I slipped my hand inside her clothes. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I directly grasped one of her breasts.
Our passionate kiss continued, and my hand slid down to unbutton her jeans, then unzipped them, reaching inside her panties.
Amy grabbed my hand and laughed at me in Chengdu dialect, "You're not planning to have sex with me here, are you?"
I couldn't help but chuckle, smiling slightly at her, my fingertips tracing her lips, which grew increasingly moist, and her clitoris stood erect. She let out a soft, intoxicating moan, murmuring, "Not here, let's go to the tent..."
I looked around; there weren't many people left on the beach, and those who hadn't yet gone into the tents were quite far from us. I started to take off her jeans, and while she gently objected, she cooperated by taking off her trousers and underwear. I also pulled down my own pants, my erection pointing towards her wet entrance, and under her guidance, I entered.
On this dreamlike night, on the calm shore of the Atlantic Ocean, we became one, entwined in tenderness, forgetting everything in the world, accompanied by the sound of the tide...
Just then, with a burst of laughter, a young European couple ran out of a nearby tent, both completely naked. Even though it was midnight, in the moonlight we could still vaguely see their naked bodies, even the man's erection and the dark pubic hair on the woman's lower abdomen.
The couple laughed and shouted as they rushed into the sea, startling Amy and me into freezing motionless. After splashing around for a while, they returned to the beach and began to do it as if no one else was around, the woman's moans echoing across the sand.
From not far away on their side came teasing whistles, cheers, and laughter.
I quickly pulled out of Amy's arms and pulled up my pants. Amy also grabbed her jeans and underwear to cover her lower body, laughing as I led her towards the tent.
The whistles and laughter came at us again, only subsiding when we crawled into the tent and zipped up the tent flap.
Amy blushed with embarrassment, playfully hit me, and said shyly, "It's all your fault..."
I kissed her and entered her again, continuing our passionate lovemaking until I poured out deep inside her...
We only woke up when Xiguli called us from outside the tent, "Amy, Amy, wake up! It's already bright..."
"Okay!" Amy wrapped her naked body in the blanket, as if afraid Xiguli would burst in.
When we came out of the tent, it was indeed bright daylight, and almost all the cars on the beach had left. We tidied up, ate a simple breakfast using the food and water in the car, and set off for Western Sahara.
It was 2018; I was about to turn thirty-nine, and Amy would be twenty-seven.
With the Spring Festival approaching, I decided to use my leave to take Amy back to see my parents. Although Amy had visited my home on my last trip back to China, it was only as a colleague and friend. This time, I wanted to tell my family that Amy would become my wife.
The Boeing 787 double-decker airliner, like a giant bird, flew from west to east across Eurasia in the night.
Our seats were on the upper level, with two rows of seats on each side of the aisle. Amy and I sat in two seats on the right side of the aisle.
I woke up. Most people in the cabin were asleep; the light was dim, with only the floor lamps in the aisle and a few reading lights on the seats.
I felt a little uneasy, wondering what awaited Amy and me on this trip back to China. Will my parents accept Amyni, an Arab woman, as their daughter-in-law?
But no matter what, I will be with Amyni, and I will never leave her for the rest of my life.
Amyni woke up too, lifting her head from my shoulder. "Zhongyan, you're awake? What time is it?"
I checked the time on my phone and said, "Eight o'clock in the morning Beijing time, local time? Around three in the morning, I guess?"
She asked where I was. I looked at the display screen in front of me and said, "Flying over the Black Sea..."
She asked again where the Black Sea was. I said it was an inland sea between Eurasia.
"Zhongyan, I..." Amyni looked at me, a look of unease on her face.
I knew what she was thinking, so I put my arm around her shoulder and smiled, "Are you worried about my parents?"
She looked at me and nodded. I chuckled again, "People say an ugly daughter-in-law is afraid to meet her in-laws, but you're such a beautiful daughter-in-law, what are you afraid of?"
Amy laughed, pinched my arm, then frowned slightly. "After all, I'm a foreigner, with beliefs and customs that seem incompatible to you..."
She looked at me, "Zhongyan, I'm so afraid your parents won't like me."
I could only continue to reassure her, "Don't worry, although my parents are very traditional, they're not unreasonable. You're so beautiful and understanding, they'll definitely like you."
She finally relaxed and smiled at me. Seeing her change from worry to joy, I actually had no confidence at all.
"Zhongyan, thank you for taking me home," she whispered in my ear.
I laughed, "Silly girl, you're my lover, of course I have to take you home!"
She looked at me, her gaze somewhat infatuated, and I kissed her lips. We kissed passionately under the cover of the dim light. As we parted, she whispered, "I love you!"
"I love you too!" I said, and kissed her again.
In the tender embrace, my manhood uncontrollably hardened. I reached under the thin blanket covering us, unzipped my pants, and took out one of Amy's hands, placing it under the blanket and holding it there.
She stroked it up and down, smiling at me, "What are you doing?"
I smiled back without answering, my erection growing hotter and harder in her hand. I turned to look at the two passengers on the left side of our aisle; they were fast asleep, their heads turned inwards, their backs to us.
I lifted the thin blanket, revealing my erection, and pressed Amy's head down. She whispered, "Are you crazy? This is on an airplane..."
"So what? Everyone's asleep right now, nobody knows."
Encouraged by me, she saw she couldn't resist me and said shyly, "Keep an eye out, wake me if anyone comes."
Then she brushed her hair behind her ear, lowered her head, and took it into her mouth, sucking and releasing rhythmically. That wet, warm, and tight embrace and movement made me feel like I was floating on air...
"Why aren't you coming yet?" After a while, she raised her head and asked breathlessly, still groping me. I said I was almost there. She bent down again and took it into her mouth, continuing to suck and release...
After I ejaculated, Amy sat up and spat the semen into a trash bag, then rinsed her mouth with mineral water and spat that into the trash bag as well.
"You're so naughty, what if someone sees us?" she whispered coquettishly, pinching me.
The night before Lunar New Year's Eve, we landed at Chengdu Shuangliu International Airport. My brother picked us up in my car, and my sister-in-law was waiting at my house.
When we arrived, she had already prepared some food, worried we hadn't eaten enough on the plane. She and my brother had come over earlier that day to tidy up the house and buy some daily necessities.
As they were leaving, my sister-in-law asked me to go downstairs with them while Aimeni was unpacking in her room. I knew they had something to say to me, and it must be about Aimeni.
I told Aimeni I would see them downstairs and be right back.

(To be continued)

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