My Fifth Single Life (Part 3)

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Her profile picture flashed. I opened the message: "I dreamt about you last night."
A thought struck me. It had been over a year since I'd last seen her, and we'd only kept in touch online. We didn't even know each other's phone numbers. This kind of relationship was fragile, but we both knew that this fragile relationship was also safer.
I replied to her message: What did you dream about?
She replied with a shy emoji, and I knew she had thought about it. Over the past year, we had talked about sex every time we went online, and we both had desires for it. However, due to time and circumstances, we had never had the opportunity to meet. But the harmonious happiness did not gradually dissipate with time. On the contrary, the continuous accumulation of anticipation made the impulses and desires in our hearts even more turbulent.
She asked me out, and although I really wanted to, I was just too busy with work, so I had to decline.
After logging off, I felt a little lost and melancholy, along with a trace of guilt.
I admit that I am gradually aging, both mentally and physically, but I never expected that feeling of going downhill would appear so early in my life. The busyness of work and the insignificant sense of accomplishment cannot hide the helplessness of life getting shorter. People always have to go through this, but when you really realize this one day, everyone will be a little flustered. I consider myself a calm person, but when I think about the word "life", I also become childish. No wonder God laughs at us humans.
It's hard to define our relationship, and I've never truly examined it. Everyone's life is filled with many passersby. Some may accompany you for a while, others may just be a fleeting encounter at a crossroads, while most hurry along their own paths, heads down, unaware that someone once saw or examined them at some point. Perhaps some have entered your life, while you've never entered theirs—like celebrities who have entered our lives, while we've never entered theirs. This asymmetry contributes to the imperfections, or even tragedies, of many people's lives.

Fortunately, our relationship wasn't one of helplessness. We were deeply involved in each other's lives, even physically, leaving imprints. These imprints may fade someday, or they may stay with each other for life.
I used the name of her residential complex as my contact name on QQ because I didn't know her real name, but I didn't want to become a stranger just because she changed her QQ name.

I had been to that complex before, and I had been to that room before. It was a place where I was deeply involved in her life, deeply involved in her body. Although it was nerve-wracking, it left a deep impression on me.
She said she dreamed about me, and I began to seriously examine this young woman. She was a little plump, a little fair-skinned, a little willful, and had a bit of a masochistic tendency. It was very easy to be with her. I think she must be the kind of simple woman who can express her joy and unhappiness simply. Just like she would express her desire for me and her liking for me, she would also directly reject some of my requests.
A day later, she came online again. Actually, I was happy to see her online. I think I also had feelings for her, but I'm the kind of person who keeps my feelings to myself, so I usually seem more reserved.
The topic remains sex. I think this kind of simple relationship is one of the factors that maintain freshness and attraction. The reason why couples become indifferent is because of the daily necessities, parents, and children. There are too many things that couples need to consider. These things dilute the love between couples. When love becomes a smaller and smaller proportion of each other's lives, how much surprise can we still expect it to bring us?
You said you dreamed about me that time, what did you dream about me about? I suddenly remembered that she didn't answer my question last time, so I planned to tease her with this topic again. She still had a shy expression, so I guess it was nothing more than sex.
There's no need to be so subtle with her. "Missing me?" I asked her.
Yes.
I've been thinking about it too, how long has it been since I last did it?
Two weeks.
Not bad, it's short compared to mine, which is probably a month.
She still had that shy expression.
Can you come out tonight?
I usually have to go home at night, so it's not very convenient.
I've thought of something. Come out, I'll give you something to eat.
I had things to do in the afternoon, and it wouldn't be convenient for me to come out after I got home. Although I really wanted to, I didn't want to disrupt my family's normal life, so I had to refuse her again. I could tell she really wanted to.
Can you please come out after you've finished what you were doing? I'm begging you, I really want it today.
Seeing a woman beg me like that, I was tempted again, my inner impulse stirred. But I still didn't forget to tease her a little. "Then I want you to kneel naked on the ground and eat me."
Okay, I'll do whatever you want.
Okay then, book a room and wait for me. I'll contact you when I'm done.
Okay, I'll wait for you.
Then I was busy with things half-heartedly, and in between I didn’t forget to chat online a few times. Soon, it was 5:30. I was almost done with the work, so I went online to ask her how it was going. She said she had already booked a room, room 403.
Turn the air conditioner up to the maximum. You go take a shower first, wait for me.
The hotel corridors always seemed so dim, the ambiguous lighting creating a sense of ambiguity. No wonder the words "book a room" always evoked images of rendezvous, of a seductive woman lying on a bed in some room, waiting for his arrival, for his satisfaction and conquest. What man wouldn't be tempted?
I gently knocked on the door and saw the surprise on her face. She had already showered, a snow-white bath towel wrapped around her voluptuous body, her fair skin still dazzling in the dim light.

No need for formalities. I locked the door, followed by a long-awaited hug, though her full figure wasn't exactly easy to lift, haha.

I quietly undressed and went to the bathroom to shower alone. When I came out, she was already under the covers watching TV.
I slipped into bed, and she considerately made room for me, followed by a hug. Her warmth made it easy to feel her desire. I liked the feeling of being needed by a woman. Because my hands were a little cold from coming in from outside, I didn't dare touch her too casually; as a man, I should show that much consideration.

But she clearly didn't care. A woman tormented by desire for so long might be even more fierce than a man.
I had her untie the towel and toss it aside, then I grabbed her two full breasts. They were still so big, but they had softened a bit after giving birth. Apparently, because of her full figure, her flesh was taut, making her breasts particularly firm, even a little hard.

At this moment, that elastic fullness was just right. I couldn't help but knead them, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. I gestured for her to go down, and she understood, kneeling between my legs and diligently sucking.

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