The life of a dog and a woman

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During the Qingming Festival, I returned to my hometown to pay respects to my ancestors.
Upon learning I was coming back, a large group of classmates gathered. Old Xie, now the deputy secretary of the county party committee, naturally led the way. Director Wang of the Quality Supervision Bureau served as the executive deputy head of the preparatory group. Vice Principal Bai of the Third Middle School naturally became the deputy head of the preparatory group. Old Guo, the owner of a local dairy farm, hosted the event.

It all stemmed from the local government's investment promotion efforts two years ago. At that time, Old Xie had just become deputy secretary. He hosted a significant delegation: a wealthy man from CZ City, HB Province, was coming to invest locally. After the banquet, Old Xie posted several photos in our WeChat group. I immediately recognized him: that Mr. Huang, the guy who owes me so much money!
This guy is definitely just trying to poach projects; he can't possibly invest—he has no money! He still has a mountain of debt from the house he bought for his girlfriend outside the South Sixth Ring Road in Beijing.

I told Old Xie this privately.
Thus, the county party secretary considered Old Xie to have a keen eye, preventing a major loss to the local treasury. (These kinds of projects are usually matched one-to-one by the county government. To put it bluntly, if you boast you'll invest 50 million, the county government will match it with 50 million. Then you work on it, the project fails, and you still get 10 million. Something like that.)

Old Xie asked me: "Chunhua said she's busy and doesn't have time. If you want her to come, I'll call her directly; if it doesn't matter, I won't call."
I said: "Forget it, forget it. We're middle-aged, with all sorts of things to do, don't bother her."

Actually, I knew our relationship was over.

Chunhua, true to her name, had a beautiful smile. In high school, I was a complete virgin, all my energy was focused on studying, I didn't even notice who was pretty or had big breasts. After graduating from university, at a party, Chunhua, with her 75D breasts and flower-like face, plus a glass of wine, got me drunk.

But I didn't have time to make a move then. I was busy with work, had a girlfriend, and was quite proactive in fulfilling my obligations.
But we maintained a good relationship.
The kind of relationship between two people before they slept together.

Men, you know, they only have five milliliters of that "bad water"—if you get rid of
it, everything's fine. But if you put it in, it starts to stir.

Speaking of which, I should thank my ex-wife. When she cheated on me, my first thought was: Why can't I? Why should I be the one pretending to be respectable, sitting outside drinking coffee while accompanying clients to prostitutes?
So, I went a few times.
Unfortunately, my body wouldn't cooperate, and the psychological burden was too heavy. Amidst those bright lights and bustling crowds, my body was like a worm, limp and lifeless, as if saying: "Forget it, forget it..." For

adulterous couples to consummate their relationship, there are always opportunities.
Chunhua came to Beijing on a business trip. Naturally, I took her sightseeing.
It's been many years since graduation, and she's in her thirties, yet this was Chunhua's first time visiting the Forbidden City.
Using my old skills from working odd jobs as a tour guide for foreigners, my explanations made Chunhua laugh uncontrollably, like a flower in full bloom. Her breasts heaved with her laughter, just like my heart at that moment.
Chunhua had matured, and in my eyes, she was even more beautiful.

Behind the Qianqing Palace is the Kunning Palace. In the middle is the Hall of Union and Harmony. Do you know why?
Chunhua looked innocent: I don't know.
I said: Qiankun means heaven and earth. When heaven and earth unite, all things grow. Therefore, the emperor and empress exchanged their life ideals and ideas on governance in the Hall of Union and Harmony...

Looking at Chunhua's slightly flushed face, and the other tourists eavesdropping behind her, my brain quickly processed a thought:

the place where they exchanged their life ideals and ideas on governance!

I really admire my own wit!

In a less crowded area, Chunhua punched my shoulder with her little fist: Lao Lan, everyone knows how petty you are!
I said: I was afraid you didn't know.
After saying that, I took her hand. She then continued the tour with me.

At six o'clock in the evening, we had Western food, and then Chunhua wanted to go back to her small hotel. Her business trip budget was limited, a few hundred yuan, just a regular budget hotel. I said, check in, don't stay there. I know the manager of the XZ Building, you can stay there for free.

Chunhua hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Of course, you guessed it when you read this story: I paid, and I did it on purpose.

With five bottles of red wine, we reminisced about high school and the past in the room. Almost twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. It's quite poignant.
Chunhua said, "Yes, twenty years ago, we were both young, now we're old."
I said, "Oh, not at all, you're not old, nowhere is old."
Chunhua suddenly laughed, a very seductive laugh: "Everything's old!
" As a seasoned veteran, how could I miss such an opportunity?
I said, "Let me check where I'm old!"

Everything that followed was very natural.
We kissed intimately and slowly, undressing.

Chunhua's skin was as fair and tender as ever. There was a C-section scar on her lower abdomen.
A small tuft of dark hair in her pubic area, short and smooth.
Her labia majora were almost nonexistent, just two small labia with a little clear fluid that tasted slightly salty on the tongue. When I licked that protrusion, Chunhua trembled and moaned softly.

Not too tight, not too loose, just right.
But Chunhua's reaction was a delightful surprise.
She would yell and shout: "Too deep! Slower! Too thick, it hurts!
Keep going! A few more times!"

Her 75D breasts rubbed against my chest, stimulating me even more.
She rolled over, and Chunhua skillfully lay down, her waist lowered to its lowest point. She expertly displayed a certain key area.

I charged in, spear in hand, into the enemy's territory. I charged left and right, fiercely attacking and thrusting, until she begged for mercy until her tears flowed like a river.

We returned to our missionary days. Chunhua's two long, white legs tightly wrapped around my waist.

She skillfully used one of her muscles to clamp down on another of mine. Then, breathing hot air, she whispered in my ear: "
Come, come, fill me up!"
For a moment, I could barely move. But she could still massage herself.
The client could no longer continue. As the massage continued, amidst the dizziness, the client vomited profusely, until the last drop.

Afterwards, the two of them embraced. I told her about my ex-wife's infidelity. She shared with me how hard her husband worked to support the family.
My hand roamed over her 75D, while her hand circled my penis.

After a half-hour refractory period, we had another fierce battle.

Later, we agreed to go to Shanghai together, a place she had never been before. Naturally, the three-day trip was accompanied by three days of bodily fluid exchange.
I was starting to become a little infatuated with her.
Her skillful lovemaking techniques, knowing when, what positions, and what actions would make a man feel better, and how she would blush if she swore normally but couldn't resist all sorts of stimulating words in bed.

Her son was in the first year of junior high school and wasn't studying hard. I secretly enrolled him in a one-on-one tutoring program.
Chunhua was overjoyed.
She bought her son a complete set of Nike shoes. Nowadays, that might be problematic, as it would be boycotted.
Her son was also very happy. Once, when I returned to my hometown, after we had a passionate encounter, she even brought her son to have dinner and chat with me, saying she hoped I would educate her son to study harder.
I felt ashamed: having just finished my affair, how could I possibly lecture others?
But I still tried to act all respectable and talked about studying.

For some reason, our affair just ended. All that remained was a Polaroid photo we took together at the Forbidden City, which my girlfriend found.
She said, "That woman's so slutty! Look at those big tits!"
Then she took out a lighter and burned it.

Chunhua and I only exchanged lukewarm greetings on WeChat.
Our last contact was during the pandemic when her husband's legs were crushed at a construction site, leaving him needing crutches. I gathered some classmates and chipped in 20,000 yuan for her.

Chunhua still showed up at a drinking party in the county town. She'd aged quickly these past few years. Her face was lined with wrinkles, and her hands were rough. Her once-signature big butt and slim waist were now just her butt.

We raised our glasses, drank, laughed, and felt sentimental.
Everything seemed so close.

My classmate Lao Guo raised his glass: "Secretary Xie, I really want to thank you for your support! Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today!" "I'll drink three first, then toast you!"
With that, Lao Guo drank three cups in a row, and the fourth was with Lao Xie.
Lao Xie just took a sip, put down his glass, and said casually, "You're providing jobs for the people, I should be thanking you."
But I saw no gratitude on his face.

Everything that was once so close now felt so distant.

I glanced at Chunhua from time to time. She seemed lost in thought, occasionally glancing at me as well.

Director Wang of the Quality Supervision Bureau, the former Fatty Wang, looked at me with hazy, drunken eyes: "Lao Lan, you still can't forget Chunhua! Come on, drink this cup, brother, and I'll arrange things for you!"

Damn! You're three years older than me, calling yourself "brother," and offering to arrange things for me? What do you take Chunhua for? Stop acting like a grandson!

I said, "Director Wang, I can't accept such a high-ranking position. Let Lao Xie toast me!"
Lao Xie laughed heartily: "Lao Lan, you haven't changed at all over the years, still the same old story!"
I said, "Old Xie, even if I beg you, I won't act like a grandson, and you certainly can't act like a big shot."
Old Xie said, "Of course! What kind of relationship do we have? Come on, let's drink this together."

Just as I put down my glass, Chunhua came over.
Chunhua said, "Director Wang is the superior of my direct superior. I work at the Industrial and Commercial Quality Supervision Bureau in XX Town.
" Fatty Wang chimed in, "Director. I promoted him the year before last."
Chunhua said, "Over the years, I've relied a lot on Director Wang's help.
" After a pause, she said, "Old Lan, you've come back, have a good drink."

We clinked glasses, we drank, we shook hands.
Chunhua's hand was still soft.

I remembered our past romance, the years we fought together in bed, the fluids we freely sprayed each other. I remembered in Shanghai, we walked hand in hand on the banks of the Huangpu River, and Chunhua said, "If only we could live like this forever!"

The negative distance of the past is now two meters across the table, fifty centimeters between us drinking face to face.
These two meters, these fifty centimeters, represent a lifetime.

[The End]

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