A romantic encounter triggered by sending the wrong message

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2008 has arrived, the sacred Olympic year! And on the very first day of this sacred Olympic year, I began my romantic encounter. Let me share it with you: On
New Year's Eve 2007, as usual, I sent New Year's greetings via text message to my colleagues, classmates, and friends. Before the 8 PM gala started, over 200 New Year's greetings were successfully sent. I went downstairs to set off firecrackers to celebrate the approaching New Year.
While setting off the firecrackers, I suddenly received a phone call. The caller ID showed it was from one of my female colleagues, Sister Zhao (I had also sent her a text message). However, I was puzzled: she was almost forty, and we weren't particularly close. Why would she call me at this time? A simple text message would suffice for a greeting; why call?!
Confused, I answered the phone, only to hear a strange woman's voice on the other end, immediately asking who I was.
Since I always include my real name in the text message, I didn't hide it and gave my real name. When asked, I found out it was a wrong number (my colleague had changed their number, and since we weren't very close, they didn't know and sent it from the old number). I hung up and went back to my room to watch the New Year's Eve gala.
When the New Year's bells rang, I suddenly received a text message from Sister Zhao. I realized it was from that strange woman. She said: "Dear stranger, although we don't know each other, you received my New Year's greetings on the first day of the new year. Thank you, and I wish you a Happy New Year!"
Since I'm not one to be overly formal, I wasn't going to let a woman who initiated the text message pass me by, so I started chatting with her. That's how we got to know each other. However, she didn't tell me her name at the time, only a nickname, "Xiao Wei," saying it was a bit early to know her real name! Okay, let's take it slow then!
We texted each other every night after that, and I learned about her general situation: 22 years old, she didn't go to university because she had some aversion to it, she was self-taught in advertising design, and now works at an advertising company in Tianjin (she's home for the Chinese New Year). She's never had a boyfriend (I guessed she was still a virgin at the time), 170cm tall, and weighs 55kg—quite a good figure!
Since I'm a few years older than her, I didn't dare say anything too explicit, just talked about life, work, and my views on marriage, etc. I called her "little sister," and she called me "brother."
We continued texting like this for a few days, and she gradually developed feelings for me too. She told me she was going back to work on the tenth of the lunar new year, and I said, "Then let's meet up. After all, it's fate that brought us together. We should meet before you leave so we can get to know each other better."
At first, she didn't agree, saying it wasn't appropriate to meet after only knowing each other for a few days. Now you know, she's a genuine, innocent, and honest girl!
I suggested we meet in person; it wouldn't hurt either of us, but texting felt too aimless. She reluctantly agreed, and we arranged to meet at 6 PM on the eighth day of the lunar new year at the city square. We arranged the time, place, and some markers, and then waited for the moment.
When we met, she was wearing a pink down jacket and light gray jeans. She was definitely 170cm tall, with a great figure, shoulder-length hair, and glasses. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a touch of cuteness and innocence.
Her first impression of me was okay; at least she wasn't averse to me. I wasn't handsome, but I wasn't particularly ugly either; you could say I had a certain charm! A man's inner qualities are most important.
After meeting, we went to a restaurant. I drank alcohol, and she drank soft drinks. Since I'm quite talkative, we got along well during the meal. Later, after some persistent persuasion, she drank a little alcohol. It was clear she didn't drink often; her cheeks flushed after just a little, making her even more alluring!
It was a little after 8 PM when we finished dinner. I suggested we go to a karaoke bar for a while, but she said she needed to get home quickly. I said it was still early and we wouldn't be late if she wanted to go home, so I practically dragged her into a taxi and we went to the karaoke bar.
Inside, I didn't dare to be too forward, since we hadn't known each other long and were still just friends. At the karaoke bar, I subtly stalled for time, waiting until 10:30 PM before leaving. By then, there were no more buses to her house (she lives in a small town and can only get home by public transport), so she'd have to take a taxi.
I said, "Don't go. It's getting late, and I'm really worried about you taking a taxi home alone. There are all sorts of people around these days!" (I couldn't offer to take her home; that would make the whole day pointless.) She hesitated. I said, "How about this, I'll take you to a hotel where you can sleep, and I'll go home."
This eased her concerns. She called home and said it was too late to get a ride home and she'd have to leave the next day.
I found a small hotel nearby. The conditions were basic, only 30 yuan a night. Because there weren't many guests, these small hotels had basically stopped using heating to save costs, so it was very cold. There weren't many guests on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year either, and the hotel was deserted (only in this way could I have a reason to stay).

I said, playing hard to get, "You stay here, I'll go home."
Hearing me say "go home," she frowned immediately and said, "It's so cold and so deserted, I'm a little scared to stay here alone. How about I take a taxi home?"
I said, "That won't do, it's too dangerous to go home now. If you don't stay here, you can't go to my house, so what should we do?" I looked at her.
She bit her lower lip, seemingly having made up her mind, and said to me, "You stay here too, it'll be better with you here with me!"
I said, "Isn't it bad for both of us to stay here?"
She said, "It's okay, you still trust me!" I said, "Well, there's no other way, this is the only way!"
This achieved my first goal: to find a place to stay! Although she said she trusted me and wouldn't do anything, we only had a chance if we stayed together first! We chatted for a while, and it was around midnight. I could tell she was getting sleepy, so I said, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy!"
We didn't take off our clothes; she was wearing a yellow cashmere sweater. We lay on our sides on the bed like that. I said, "It's so cold; let me hold you while we sleep."
She hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything more. I leaned closer to her and let her rest her head on my arm. She was facing away from me at this point, so I said, "Sleep facing me; let me see how a beautiful woman sleeps." She chuckled and turned to face me.
I said, "You sleep; it's okay with me here. I'll watch you sleep!" She nodded and closed her eyes, and I just watched her.
Even though her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were still fluttering; she must have been nervous!
The more I looked at her, the more I felt a surge of desire, but I knew it wasn't the right time yet. If I couldn't control myself now, everything might be for nothing!
When her breathing became even, I tentatively kissed her lips. She opened her eyes; she hadn't been asleep at all. She looked at me, smiled, and kissed me again—just a quick peck, of course. I kissed her back, and she kissed me back, as if we were retaliating against each other, each kissing the other.
My head was getting closer and closer to hers; I could kiss her with just a slight smirk. I pursed my lips and kissed her again, and she did the same to me. Slowly, I simply silenced her with a kiss. She didn't resist; she just stood there, letting me kiss her.
I knew she wasn't ready to be passionate yet, so I couldn't kiss her forcefully or try to conquer her. I could only slowly melt away her reserve with my passion and gently ignite her desire! I tentatively touched her lips with my tongue, trying to pry them open and touch her alluring tongue. She slowly responded, opening her small mouth so our tongues intertwined, and her arms wrapped around my neck.
I thought to myself, "Okay, I'll seduce her slowly like this! Don't rush it. I've always believed in 'haste makes waste,' and if you want to eat hot tofu, don't be impatient."
At this moment, my hand slowly moved down, beginning to caress her back. She hugged me tightly, and my hand slipped inside her clothes, stroking her back and touching the back strap of her bra. I touched it and then began to move forward, caressing her breasts through her bra. She moved away from me a little, giving me more space to caress her.
At this moment, I gently pressed myself against her, my hand slipping from her clothes and caressing her breasts through them. Her breathing quickened slightly, and her lower body seemed to arch upwards almost imperceptibly. Her effortless arousal at this point confirmed that she was definitely a virgin.
I continued kissing her lips, careful not to trigger a chain reaction that would cause her to lose interest.
I turned my face to the right to kiss her left earlobe, my hand gradually moving downwards, reaching behind her to touch her buttocks, occasionally squeezing them to keep her stimulated. Now, beneath me, she was panting, her lower body arching more and more violently, occasionally letting out a soft "ah" sound.
My penis was also rock hard; this was a challenge, a torment, testing my endurance! I pressed my lower body against hers, each time she arched upwards, I pressed down hard with my own. Her breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy. I leaned to the side and began to caress her genitals through her jeans.
Her lower abdomen was very low, and her mons pubis was high. I gradually pressed my hand harder against her genitals, giving her stronger stimulation. She kept pushing upwards, wanting even stronger stimulation.
Seeing that the time was right, I used my hand to pull down her jeans, unzipped them, and slowly pulled them off.
At this moment, our body temperature had overcome the surrounding cold; we were both excited and completely ignored the cold.
She was wearing pink thong panties. I gently pulled on her panties, making them sink into her slit, and rubbed her genitals with them, like a male actor teasing an actress in an adult film. She started moaning softly, her legs clamping together, rubbing back and forth.

Then, I used my hand to caress her genitals and clitoris through her panties, giving her the strongest stimulation! Her chin tilted upwards, and her head tilted back. I was also incredibly aroused; I hadn't taken my clothes off, still wearing my pants. I slightly arched my back and used my hand to smooth my penis, trying to make it a little more comfortable. After all, it had been throbbing for so long, and if it wasn't fully erect, the feeling was truly indescribable!
At that moment, I really wanted to just let it go; entering her body probably wouldn't elicit any more resistance, and I wanted to go in immediately and extinguish the fire. But then I thought, if I accidentally entered her before she had completely lost her senses and it brought her back to her senses, then everything I had done would have been for nothing! So I decided to persevere a little longer, and wait until I had completely conquered her before entering her. A man should be able to bend and stretch!
Because I was afraid that words would have a negative impact on her and affect her arousal, I didn't speak to her or engage in any verbal teasing. My hands moved up again, caressing her breasts and kissing her cheeks, earlobes, neck, and collarbone. I pressed my lower body firmly against hers, and she occasionally arched her back. I rubbed my penis against her genitals. I
slowly removed her top, and she cooperated by sitting up and stretching her arms, allowing me to easily remove it, leaving only her bra. I pushed her bra up, fully exposing her breasts to me.
Perhaps because she hadn't been touched by a man before, her breasts weren't very large, slightly disproportionate to her 1.7-meter height. My lips traveled down her neck, kissing until they were completely pressed against her right breast. My right hand caressed her left breast, while my left hand moved down to caress her clitoris. I
slipped my hand inside her panties; they were already soaked with her juices. With my left hand, I slowly pulled down her panties. She cooperated by bending her legs slightly, pulling the panties down to her ankles. Then, I spread her legs, completely removing the panties from her body.
At this point, I straightened up slightly and began to undress myself. Because I had initially focused on conquering her and arousing her desire, I hadn't taken my clothes off. Now, I realized this flawed plan; while I was undressing, she was essentially exposed, receiving zero stimulation!
And this period wasn't short. Without sufficient foreplay, many things could have happened in such a long time, and I couldn't allow anything to happen now! In fact, anything that happened now would be fatal for me!
At this moment, she placed her hands on her head, as if supporting it, her lips trembling, whether from excitement or the cold. I quickly removed my shirt and pants, and used my penis, now only in my underwear, to stimulate her vulva again, attempting to penetrate her.
Because she was wearing underwear, my penis was quite thick, making the stimulation even more intense. For a virgin, this meant she had completely let down her guard, opening her legs to welcome the intruder!
At this point, I was also burning with desire and could no longer rationally tease her. I quickly removed my last barrier and penetrated her!
With a slight thrust, she only let out a soft "hmm," and it went in smoothly!
After a dozen or so slow thrusts, I couldn't control myself any longer and launched my first fierce "attack."
She was at her most aroused at this moment, her arms tightly wrapped around me, her mouth open, breathing heavily! I slowed down, thrusting slowly, then launched into another fierce "attack," then slowed down again, then became fierce again, then slowed down again… After several rounds like this, I ejaculated, releasing my "sinful" fluid.
Her breathing was still very rapid, unable to calm down from the excitement. After about three minutes, her breathing gradually stabilized, and she rested her right arm on her head, seemingly still savoring the feeling... Because I ejaculated directly inside her, fearing pregnancy, I bought her a box of "Enzyme-Tex" the next day.
She's gone now, gone to Tianjin. She's been gone for two days, and I still don't know her real name; I only remember her by the code name "Xiao Wei."
Actually, we've kept in touch since she left, but neither of us mentioned it on the day she left. Yesterday—or rather, the day before yesterday—she called me and said I was the first man in her life, her "first" boyfriend, and that she loved being with me the most, saying that moment was the happiest and most fulfilling!

She really hopes there will be a chance to continue that feeling in the future! But this can only be a "secret" now. Even if there's another chance to be together and relive that happiness, it will have to be a "secret affair" because she knows I'm already married.
Perhaps we were just passersby in each other's lives, but I really miss that night. Just like she said, "I really hope there will be a chance to continue that feeling in the future." Will there be another time? I'm really looking forward to it!

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