The waves brought forth a wave girl.

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The weather in the south has started getting hot again lately. I've gone swimming a few times these past few days, and it reminded me of someone from the past.

It was around 2015, when I went swimming at the beach with a friend. There weren't too many people there that day. My friend and I were just splashing around aimlessly. Being excited because I had just learned to swim, I started swimming further out by myself. Suddenly, a wave crashed over me, and I swallowed some water. My leg slipped and I couldn't touch the bottom. I panicked and started thrashing about. Luckily, I grabbed something and scrambled to my feet. Then I heard a voice, "Ouch! What are you doing?!" The voice was so sweet it made me jump. I quickly got up and saw that it was a woman sitting on a swimming ring, wearing sunglasses, floating on the water. I had grabbed her leg. After calming myself down, I apologized profusely, saying, "If it weren't for your kind gesture, I might be dead!" I had to say everything I could to get her forgiveness. That's when I started paying attention to this woman. She was probably around 35 to 40 years old, with a sweet face and an average figure—my type of mature woman. After observing her for a while, I noticed she was always alone, floating around in a swimming ring, seemingly there alone. Bored, I swam over and tried to strike up a conversation. Whether it was her reassuring appearance or her loneliness, we started chatting. And wouldn't you know it, we discovered we were from the same hometown! When fellow countrymen meet, isn't that a sure thing? Forgetting friends for the sake of beauty is an essential quality for every lecherous guy. At this point, I had completely forgotten about my friends and started talking to the beautiful woman. I learned her name was Weiwei, and she had come to the beach with a friend, but her friend got diarrhea from eating seafood and was staying in the hotel to recover, so she had no choice but to come out alone. Gradually, we started chatting and becoming quite familiar with each other.

I seized the opportunity and said, "Beautiful Weiwei, you look so gorgeous today, how can we not take some photos?"

She said, "Gorgeous my foot! My waist is so thick, and I didn't bring my phone or camera. No way, no way."

I said, "Don't be shy, I have my phone here, I'll take the photos for you." (Note: you must use your own phone.) Weiwei wasn't shy at all, and somehow pulled out a red scarf—a must-have for any pose—and started striking various poses. Seeing that she was relaxed, I started using all sorts of advanced photography techniques. Even though I was holding a phone, I couldn't lose in terms of poses, which made Weiwei laugh out loud. Afterwards, my friend came back, the sun went down, and we had to leave. Before leaving, "to send her the photos," I naturally asked for her WeChat ID. Did you all learn something?

After returning to the city, I completely forgot about it until the end of the month when I was organizing my phone photos and remembered that I had promised to send her photos. So I quickly edited the photos and contacted Weiwei. Luckily, she didn't block me. I didn't hold back my praises, constantly complimenting her on how good her figure was and how charming she was. It took me a long time to pull myself out of my reverie. I was shameless enough to go all out, and Weiwei was beaming with delight from my compliments. For the next week, I teased her every now and then. I'm not very confident, and I never thought I could attract women with my own charm, so my conversations with her were completely unrestrained and full of rambling nonsense.

One Saturday, she shared some article somewhere—I don't remember the exact content, but I remember a line that roughly said women are as delicate as flowers, and their beauty is as fleeting as a bloom. I replied that this is precisely why women need men to nurture and nourish them, so that they can bloom even more beautifully. Unexpectedly, a little while later she replied with a voice message:

"Do you really think that way? Weiwei also needs nurturing and nourishment. Would you be willing to nurture me?" Her voice was so sweet it gave me goosebumps. Hearing that, what was there to wait for? Of course I was! Weiwei is a woman of her word. She made an appointment with me and immediately booked a short-stay room near her house, sending me the address. Luckily, we were in the same district and not far apart, so I went downstairs and took a taxi.

When I got to the hotel, I felt a little apprehensive. It seemed too easy; who was picking up whom? Could it be a honey trap? But I couldn't resist her commands, so I braced myself and went upstairs to the agreed-upon room, knocking on the door. Thankfully, she was alone. She looked like she had just come from home; she wasn't dressed up much, but she was wearing black stockings. Looking back, I was really cowardly. It wasn't my initiative, and it wasn't my territory. After entering, I obediently sat down on the sofa and chatted with her. We awkwardly chatted for almost 20 minutes, and I was getting anxious, wondering how to get to the point. Then she got up to go to the bathroom. Since the bathroom door was frosted glass and unlocked, I watched her and, without hesitation, rushed in the moment she stood up, grabbing her and kissing her passionately.

Before she even pulled up her stockings and panties, my hand slipped inside her skirt. Whether she was still unaware or feigning modesty, she kept twisting her body, saying, "No, don't do this." I ignored her and launched a three-pronged attack. On top, I silenced her with my tongue. In the middle, I reached inside her clothes and began to roughly massage her. On the bottom, I placed one leg between her legs to prevent her from closing them, while my other hand penetrated deep into her genitals, relentlessly teasing them. Soon, Weiwei was panting heavily from my combo, and her lower body began to wet. I carried her from the bathroom to the bed and began our intimate encounter. Only after I ejaculated inside her did I realize I hadn't taken off her clothes, skirt, or stockings, and hadn't even put on a condom. Seeing her flushed face and panting, I quickly undressed both of us and then came again. This time, without the constraints, we were both uninhibited, trying every position imaginable, finally reaching orgasm in a rear-entry position. Afterwards, we sat on the bed chatting and realized we didn't really know each other. We'd only ever talked about boasting on WeChat. A little more conversation revealed she was 43, divorced eight years ago due to infertility, and currently single. Before marriage, her husband was her only man, and after marriage, she had two boyfriends, both of whom broke up with her. Today, she was about to get her period and had a particularly strong libido, which led to her impulsive decision to meet me. She didn't seem to expect me to take responsibility.

After listening to her tearful story, we went out for dinner and

then went our separate ways. We met up a few more times on and off after that. Later, I got a girlfriend who was very controlling, so I couldn't always respond to her calls. She knew there was no future for us, so she seriously found a boyfriend. I don't know if they're married now. Anyway, it was a very interesting experience I wanted to share.

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