A Romantic Encounter in Zhuhai -- (Reprinted)

I've been hanging around here for quite a while now, always carefully reading everyone's articles, though I'm a bit lazy. Actually, I've had a romantic encounter myself. I didn't consider it a romantic encounter, and I didn't think about what it was at the time. Now, we've lost touch and become just ordinary friends, occasionally exchanging phone calls. Looking back now, in the faint memory, it was just a small episode in my life's journey. I've been in a good mood these past two days, so I'm simply recording it here to share with friends who have had similar experiences. Please don't ask if it's true or not, just treat it as a story.

It must have been sometime during the first month of the lunar calendar in 2005. We went back to work on the eighth day, so it was probably the sixth. I flew from Changsha to Zhuhai. The flight was from Xi'an to Zhuhai, with a stopover in Changsha. Friends who travel this route should know this. I even met a colleague on the plane. I was a bit surprised; she's from Beijing, but she came from Xi'an. I didn't dare ask her, but I thought she must be getting married soon. The flight from Changsha to Zhuhai takes an hour, arriving around 7 pm. I dozed off a little on the plane. After leaving the terminal, I headed straight for the bus. Zhuhai Airport was deserted, with only about ten flights a day, and even fewer at night, so the buses had to wait for passengers. I sat in a double window seat near the door, and people boarded and moved to the back, leaving the front seats only occupied at the very back. Just as I was making a phone call to a friend, a woman sat down next to me. Zhuhai Airport was pitch black, and the bus lights weren't on either. I was on the phone, so I didn't notice her at first, but I smelled a faint, pleasant fragrance—the kind of scent I really liked. After the bus started moving, I used the sliver of orange light from the streetlights streaming through the window to glance at her. She had a beautiful face, a radiant complexion, curly hair, and wore a plaid trench coat. She looked to be around 28-30 years old, and I was particularly captivated by her fragrance. She probably noticed me looking at her and turned to look at me too. I tilted my head slightly and frowned as a greeting, and she smiled back. We didn't talk to each other at the time. I kept looking out the window. After a while, she suddenly asked to borrow my phone because hers was dead. I gave it to her, and I vaguely heard a little girl talking to her. She said her mother had gotten off the plane and was almost home. After giving me back my phone, we started chatting, talking about the weather in Zhuhai, the atmosphere of the Lunar New Year in Hunan, how long it had been since I'd been home, and so on—just aimless rambling. When we were almost at the Zhongzhu Building, I had to get off first because I lived in Gongbei. I asked if it would be convenient to exchange contact numbers so we could meet up and chat sometime. She gave me her number. When I got off the bus, I deliberately moved closer to her; I really liked her perfume. To this day, I still don't know what brand it was.

I live in Gongbei, and she lives in Xiangzhou. Around 10 PM, I called her to ask if she had arrived home. She told me she had. We chatted casually on the phone. She told me her surname was Zhang, and her given name was very masculine, a stark contrast to her personality—I won't say what it was. Anyway, we talked about her name for quite a while that day. When we hung up, she said she was going to Foshan in a few days and if I was free, we could meet up. On

the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, taking full advantage of the Guangdong custom of collecting lucky money, I swept from the first floor to the ninth floor of the company building, collecting nearly a thousand yuan. Near the end of the workday, I received a call from her. She asked what I was doing. I said I was counting money, all new ten-yuan bills, and now I smelled of ink all over. She laughed on the other end of the phone. After laughing, she said it was her treat today. I said okay, this ink smell can't be washed off; it will only disappear when all the money is spent.

So we arranged to meet at Red Pepper that evening (this restaurant is now closed; it was reported for tax evasion, fined a large sum, and the owner quit). She sat next to me on my way back from the airport that day, but because it was night and the bus lights weren't on, I didn't get a clear look at her. So, after confirming we'd be having dinner together, I was still really looking forward to her appearance, looking forward to smelling that faint, lingering perfume scent I'd always been so fond of.

Finally, I saw her again, and this time I could see her clearly. She saw me at the restaurant entrance and walked over with a smile. She was about 162 cm tall, with delicate, well-proportioned features, moisturized, radiant skin, and a well-maintained figure. She was still wearing that plaid trench coat, only this time she'd changed the pants to a skirt. When she sat down, the breeze she brought carried my familiar, beloved perfume scent directly into my nose, which I thoroughly enjoyed. We chatted over dinner. It turned out she had recently divorced. Her ex-husband was from Guangdong, had a successful career, and was quite wealthy. She had always lived a comfortable life, but was also financially independent. She didn't stay home as a stay-at-home wife and mother; she had her own job. However, the common problem with Guangdong men was evident in her ex-husband. A year after they had their child, he had an affair. She said she couldn't accept it, that she wasn't a Guangdong woman and couldn't accept it, and she kept demanding a divorce. After two years, she finally succeeded. Aside from their four-bedroom apartment in Zhuhai and their daughter, she didn't ask for anything else, just to secure the divorce. After the divorce, her former company moved from Zhuhai to Foshan, and she went with them, managing the company's finances. Her daughter still lives with her grandmother, and she goes back to Zhuhai about every two weeks.

She's a confident, capable, and generous woman; these qualities are evident in her demeanor and speech.

After dinner, unlike in TV dramas or most relationships here, we didn't take a walk first, then ask each other if we wanted to go upstairs, or even go to a hotel. We both went home that day, and didn't contact each other for a while. I don't know how much time passed, maybe half a month, when I was organizing my phone book and saw her name. Wondering how she was doing, I called her. She was clearly surprised by my call, her joy overflowing, saying she thought I wouldn't call. I teased her, saying I'd been waiting for her call, but I couldn't resist calling first. She said she didn't believe me. I asked where she was, and she said she was in Foshan and couldn't go back to Zhuhai this week.

At that moment, without hesitation, I told her on the phone, "Then I'll come to Foshan to see you this week." She didn't answer, hesitated for a moment, about five or six seconds, then urged me, "Okay?"

She asked very softly, "When are you coming?" I suggested Saturday, and if she had a place to stay, I could come back on Sunday. She said she did.

The weather was particularly nice that weekend. After lunch, I called her and told her I had bought a ticket for the 2 PM bus to Foshan, departing from Gongyun Station and arriving around 4 PM. She agreed and told me to get off at the entrance of a large supermarket, not to go to the terminal station, as she would meet me there. Actually, I was confirming with her whether she really wanted me to come. We're both adults, and we both know what might happen if I came. In Guangdong, once the weather clears up, the temperature rises quickly, so I just wore a shirt and a jacket. I arrived in Foshan around 4 PM sharp. Before the bus even stopped, I saw her through the window. She saw me too, smiled at me, and said

her place was nearby. We walked and chatted, arriving at her place in about 10 minutes. It was a two-bedroom apartment with a large living room. She told me she had been sharing with a colleague, who had gone home for the Spring Festival and wouldn't return until after the 15th. I noticed that a building next door was very close to hers, probably only about 50cm away. I joked that the two buildings were practically touching; you could step across them in one stride.

After settling in quickly, we watched TV and chatted. Suddenly, she pointed to the large sofa in the living room and said, "You'll sleep on this tonight." I was taken aback at first, mainly because I hadn't expected her to say that, but then I immediately laughed and said "okay" several times.

We watched TV for a while, and seeing that it was almost time, we got up and went downstairs for dinner. We each ordered a claypot rice at a Western restaurant. After dinner, she took me for a walk in the square across the street. I stayed very close to her the whole time; I really loved her perfume and her scent, but I didn't touch her. I asked her what brand of perfume she was wearing, saying it smelled wonderful. She told me the brand (I forgot what she told me). In February, the temperature difference between day and night in Guangdong is quite large. We were both only wearing jackets, and it got a bit chilly at night. She said, "Let's go back; it's a bit cold. It wouldn't be good if you caught a cold after coming all this way to Foshan." Being my type, if my female companion really doesn't want to, I would never force her. From the time I met her on the airport bus until our walk in the square in Foshan, I never said a single flirtatious or ambiguous word to her. But I knew what I was thinking, and she knew it too.

Back in the room, around 8 pm, she said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. I thought to myself, what else can I do besides watch TV? She went into the bathroom, and I heard the heavy sound of the door locking. Women take long showers; most of the women I've met take 20 to 30 minutes, and she was no exception. I lost interest in the TV after a while. The sound of running water, the soft yellow light shining through the frosted glass, and the glimpses of a beautiful, naked female body on the other side of the glass made me restless; my body started to stir.

Women really do take a long time showering. I stood up and called out through the glass, "Are you alright?" She replied that she was almost done. I joked, "Should I pass you a towel?" She said, "No need." I heard the water stop, so I leaned against the doorframe and waited. After she lingered inside for quite a while, the bathroom door finally opened. The scene there completely surprised me, and my previously calm emotions began to falter; my most primal male urges slowly began to build. She came out of the bathroom wearing only a green silk long-sleeved shirt (pajamas). The shirt was a bit too big, just covering her buttocks, and her entire lower body, from the thighs up, was bare. It was the first time I had ever seen her bare legs; they were beautiful, truly snow-white, and incredibly sexy. I was completely mesmerized. She seemed a little embarrassed, blushing, and said, "You should hurry up and shower too." Just as she finished speaking, I heard her scream and rush to her room, slamming the door shut. I was stunned, not knowing what had happened. I turned around and realized what was going on.

The living room curtains weren't drawn, and since the two houses were very close, the light was on in the opposite room, and two people were moving around inside. This brought me back to my senses. To this day, I still clearly remember the scene of her coming out of the bathroom—so alluring, so sexy, so beautiful. The reason I said I was surprised is because in my mind, that kind of feeling only happened in relatively intimate relationships, like between spouses, lovers, or partners. And she and I weren't even that close. Even I felt a little embarrassed.

I mainly live in Zhuhai, where the environment is great, which fostered my love for sports. I'm good at swimming, badminton, and road cycling. My physique is naturally excellent—strong and robust. I've never been sick since adulthood, and although I'm not very tall, I have great confidence in my body.

I quickly took a shower and came out wearing only shorts and a short-sleeved tight-fitting top. Without hesitation, I went straight into her room (I was thinking, what if she locks the door, haha). She was lying on the bed, leaning against two pillows, reading a magazine. When she saw me come in, she smiled—a bright, cheerful smile—but her first words were, "You're sleeping on the sofa tonight." I said, "I know, you gave the order this afternoon, but it's so early now, how am I supposed to sleep?" Before she could say anything more, I got into bed, dragged the blanket to her pillow, and lay down beside her at an angle. She put down her magazine, looked at me, and didn't say anything. I said, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

She didn't answer me, but slowly rested her head on my right chest. I reached out my right hand, wrapped it around her head, put my arm around her shoulder, and buried my nose in her freshly dried hair, taking a deep breath.

Neither of us spoke, we just lay there quietly. She closed her eyes and leaned against me, and I took advantage of this position and time to carefully observe her body. A very full body, fair and moist skin, slender and beautiful fingers. At this moment, the green shirt no longer completely covered her buttocks, and her white panties were showing. Coupled with this round, warm, and alluring female body pressed tightly against me, and my nostrils filled with the scent of her hair lotion and perfume, even a god couldn't resist such an environment.

My body reacted very obviously, and she probably felt it too, shifting her body slightly, neither pressing closer nor pulling away.

I felt I couldn't wait any longer. I turned and embraced her, my left hand not touching her breast, but resting on her lower abdomen. I kissed her forehead first, then lowered my hand to gently kiss her neck, lightly licking her ear with my tongue. She finally reacted, reaching her right hand over to hug me. So, I gently lifted her face with my left hand and slowly pressed my lips to hers. Our

lips met tightly, and she let out a soft "mmm," hooking her right arm around my neck. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, gently swirling it around hers. Her right hand tightened around my neck, and her breathing became heavier. My left hand naturally rested on her breast, gently caressing it, and then I began to unbutton her shirt. She didn't resist; our lips remained tightly pressed together. I unbuttoned her shirt, reached my left hand behind her back, and gently tugged at the bra clasp. It opened easily, revealing a pair of full, adorable, snow-white breasts. I half-held one breast in each hand, gently rubbing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger.

Her moans grew faster and louder. I moved my body down, away from her lips, and gently kissed her breasts. She held my head with both hands (because I had a buzz cut that hadn't changed in years, my hair was very short, and I had no baldness to hold onto; I wonder what she felt at that moment, haha), her body rolling slightly back and forth, her two snow-white, sexy legs intertwined tightly, as if afraid I would pry them apart. I ignored her, continuing my actions, my left hand constantly caressing her body, not touching her most intimate parts.

Her legs sometimes clamped tightly together, sometimes parted, the amplitude and frequency of her body movements increasing, and her moans changing from "mmm" to "ah." I continued downwards, pulling her pants down to her knees. She lifted her leg and rubbed the pants off herself, then immediately clamped them together again. I used my hands to pry her legs apart—or rather, I just gestured, and she parted them on her own. I then lay between her legs.

The dark bush was thick, almost completely covering her cute little pubic area. The two delicate labia were slightly parted, revealing a little bit of clear fluid, but I knew it wasn't time to deal with it yet. I lifted her thighs with both hands and kissed the inside of her thighs. She instinctively covered that most private place with her hands.

I found it adorable when a woman did this.

I gently stroked the inside of her thighs with my tongue and lightly massaged her perineum with my fingers. She kept covering herself with her hands, her head turned to one side, biting her lip tightly, and the sounds from her throat became more rapid.

After a while, I removed her hands from her lower body, and she hugged my head again. I gently pried open her vulva with my fingers, revealing her translucent pink labia. I felt her grabbing my head, trying to grab my hair, but she didn't. I sucked on her labia with my lips, gently pulling them apart. My hands moved upwards, caressing her clitoris and her body. Her buttocks began to lift and wiggle, and she started making sounds. I then teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She sat up and said in a trembling voice, our first words in bed: "Stop kissing, just take me!"

At this point, I knew I was completely in the zone, and she was beyond stopping, like a pile of tinder doused in gasoline, ready to ignite and explode. I got up, walked to the corner of the bed, bent down, grabbed her legs, and dragged her to the edge. Then I squatted slightly, parted her legs, and saw that she was soaking wet, the liquid dripping from her vagina down her perineum onto the floor. I told her I was going in,

and she nodded repeatedly. So, with my rock-hard erection, I aimed and forcefully, slowly, thrust in. The details that followed are best left undescribed. It was an absolutely passionate and exciting night. I was the one in control the whole time, while she was passive, and I liked it. I felt in control, a sense of satisfaction and conquest. Her voice was incredibly loud, especially during the final climax; screams wouldn't be an exaggeration. Several times I shoved her green shirt into her mouth, and she bit it, shaking her head wildly. When she was about to climax, she would pull the shirt out, and I would seal her voice with my lips. I don't know exactly how many times we did it, but I felt like we were both soaking wet the whole night. She changed the pillow under her twice, and the sheets were stuck together. I don't remember when we fell asleep, but I woke up around 10 a.m. the next morning. I laughed and told her that her voice was really loud last night. She pinched my thigh, looked at me seriously, and said, "You're lying."

We lay in bed and chatted for a while. She said she wanted to go back to Zhuhai, but she was reluctant to leave her job here. She was now in charge of the company's finances and production, which was a valuable experience. The boss trusted her and wanted to work for another year or two before starting her own business. We didn't talk about what happened last night. After a while, she got up, but I had thrown her underwear somewhere. She had to put on her green shirt and went out naked. I went back to sleep. After a while, she came in with two cups of hot milk, saying she wanted to rehydrate. I took the milk and laughed, saying, "I remember sleeping on the sofa last night. How did I end up in your bed?" She stared at me and replied, "How should I know!"

We had lunch at a Hunan restaurant. While eating, I asked her when she was going back to Zhuhai. She said she had just started work and was very busy, so it might be until the end of the month. I told her not to forget to call me when

she got back to Zhuhai. After lunch, I took a bus back to Zhuhai. She saw me off at the station. Just before I boarded the bus, I whispered in her ear, "I really like your scent." She blushed and didn't say anything. Later, after she returned to Zhuhai, she called me. I went to her home in Xiangzhou, a large four-bedroom, two-living-room house. We spent two crazy nights together. Every corner of the house, every table big enough for her, bore our marks. When she had some free time, she said she didn't plan to come back to Zhuhai for the time being. She wanted to rent out her house there and we discussed the details of the rental agreement.

Actually, our story is quite simple. Due to work, I often travel for business, spending 20 out of 30 days a month away from home, flying over major cities across the country. We couldn't see each other often, so the longing in our hearts naturally diminished. Deep down, I do have feelings for her, but due to my personality and work, I can't stay by her side. Since I became an adult, I've lived this kind of life. If I haven't stopped myself and am not ready, then I can't possibly walk down the aisle.

Later, I only went to Foshan once. She would call me when she returned to Zhuhai, but I was usually not available.

With fewer meetings, the phone calls naturally became less frequent, but I never forgot her. I like capable, independent women, and she is that kind of woman. Every time we talk on the phone, I praise her, and she's very touched. She says I've praised her the most and that I'm the man who appreciates her the most. She likes me too, but she understands that she can't make any demands of me.

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