I miss that beautiful woman

I spent two years in Beijing a few years ago. My company occupied two floors in a building in Chaoyang CBD, and I managed a department upstairs, fortunate enough to have a center office. Not long after I arrived, my original assistant left. HR gave me some resumes and asked me to select a few for interviews. Later, I went on a business trip and returned to find out that my new assistant was coming to report for duty the next day.

I don't remember which resumes I selected, but when M came to report for duty, it was a pleasant meeting. She was a petite, pretty girl, of medium height, slender, with fair skin, bright big eyes, slightly wavy long hair, and two small dimples when she smiled—very sweet.

I briefly introduced her recent work projects and some requirements. After we finished talking, as she turned to leave, I was stunned. M was wearing a very formal black business suit that day. The trousers fit perfectly; the fabric had a nice drape that clung lightly to her round, pert buttocks, accentuating a perfect heart shape. As she walked, her buttocks swayed gently. I could imagine the fair, round, pert skin beneath that fabric… I definitely swallowed hard that day. Fucking nice!

But in the workplace, I still have professional ethics. I don't mess with people close to me, and I'm a responsible boss who trains new employees. M was intelligent, generous, and quick to learn. A year later, there was a vacancy in the marketing department, and I recommended her. She enjoyed working with clients.

The marketing department was on another floor, and after that, I didn't see M much. My colleagues said she was doing very well and had even gotten married.

More than half a year later, one summer day, I went to a meeting on the marketing floor. I ran into M in the elevator. She was wearing a white dress and was with another girl. When she saw me, her eyes lit up. She came over, and I habitually reached out to shake her hand and asked how she was doing. She said she was doing well, but she was leaving for another company, and this was her last week. I was a little surprised, but I was in a hurry to get to the meeting, so I didn't say much, just offered to treat her to dinner.

When I shook her hand, I only held it briefly before letting go, but she didn't. We held hands until I was about to leave, and the smoothness lingered on my hand. During the meeting, I looked at my hand and thought, "So, this girl likes me." Later, I asked her out for dinner and asked what she wanted to eat. She actually ordered hot pot! We ate hot pot for three hours, talking a lot. She was planning to have a baby, and her family had found her an easier job so she could take good care of herself.

I congratulated her, saying, "Don't forget I still have to work like a dog." M replied, "Come chat with me when you're tired."

It rained on the way back, so I called her a car and saw her off. Later, M said she liked me because she thought I was quite a gentleman.

I am quite a gentleman, but what I mean by gentleman is that I'm a more patient pervert.

Later, we went to see a movie, and I naturally took her hand and went into the theater. When we needed to talk during the movie, I leaned in and whispered in her ear. And so, in the dim light of the theater, I kissed M. We were both a little excited. During the second half of the movie, she held my arm and nestled on my shoulder.

M had to be home before 11 p.m. that night. I took her home in a taxi on the Fourth Ring Road. It was a summer night, and with the car window open, the cool summer breeze blew in. She was wearing an orange polo shirt and white riding breeches, her hair flowing in the wind. I put my arm around her on the right, and when she turned to talk to me, I kissed her again, feeling her passion on my tongue. My right hand cupped her face, and my left hand, which was on her shoulder, slipped inside her polo shirt collar, touching the smooth mound of flesh and her erect nipple. Her hand pressed against my restless hand from outside her clothes, but she didn't stop me; it was as if both hands were kneading her breasts together. We were so unrestrained in the car for a while. She was almost home when she rested her head on my shoulder, looking at me with bright, sparkling eyes. When we stopped, M asked me, "Did you like me before?"

"Yes."

"What did you like about me?"

"Um, my butt."

M glared at me, pinched my arm hard, and turned to walk towards the apartment complex.

(2)

The dating continued. I was often away on business trips, and when I was back in Beijing, we would meet up to watch movies and have dinner. She always made sure to be back before 11 pm. We were dating like high school students. During that time, I felt quite innocent, so innocent it was almost burning. M said that she had to go home whenever she was in Beijing. I said, "Then let's go on a business trip together. Wherever you go, I'll go with you." She said, "You're dreaming!" More than half a year later, the business school I had applied to for a long time gave me an offer. I told M that I was going to study there. M said, "Congratulations! You're going abroad. Let me treat you to dinner."

That day, M found a French restaurant and we had a big meal. She wasn't in a very good mood and spoke less than usual. Later, she asked me when I was leaving. I said about two months. She paused for a while and said, "Next month, I'm going to Hong Kong with my friends to buy things. Are you still going on a business trip?"

M went to Hong Kong to buy things for a day. She stayed in Causeway Bay, and I stayed in Wan Chai. During the day, she spent time with her friends, and at night I took her to Soho to go to bars. M was dressed casually that day, in a white t-shirt and jeans, showing off her shapely hips and slim waist. My hand was on her waist, occasionally patting her soft buttocks, which felt very pleasant.

When we saw a fun bar, we'd go in for a drink or dance. M was very happy. Later, we went to another bar, which was crowded, with a lively DJ, and dim lighting. We pushed our way through a lot of people and found a table in a corner. M said that when she squeezed in, a foreigner next to her pinched her butt. I placed both hands on M's buttocks, grabbed her buttocks, and pulled them towards me, saying, "Where did you get touched? Let me rub it for you." The bar was dimly lit, with flashing neon lights, and M wrapped her arms around... She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing tightly against me, and we kissed passionately, our tongues exploring each other's lips. My penis instantly hardened, pressing against M's lower abdomen. There was a wall around this corner, so basically no one could see us. My hands vigorously kneaded M's tender buttocks, and she moaned from time to time. Our passion was intense, but we couldn't let it ignite here. After a while, M's face was hot as she leaned against mine and said, "You're so naughty." I said, "Let's go back, to my hotel." M said, "No, I have to go back to my own hotel. Let's just stay here for a while."

I carried my raging brother, writhing in pain, and pulled M's hand to it. M pinched it, saying it was because he was naughty, and pulled me around, leaning against the railing by the dance floor. I hugged her from behind, my steadfast brother pressed against the cleft of her jeans. The jeans weren't actually very thick, and the tip of my brother seemed to feel the dampness between her buttocks. M felt the intrusion between her legs, looked back at me, and amidst the cacophony of music, gently tiptoed, her pert buttocks swaying slightly with the rhythm of the music, gripping my brother. We stayed there for a long time that night, watching many dance songs, my brother stubbornly pressing against her cleft, both enjoying and tormenting her.

But M's will was as firm as Jiang Jie's; in the end, she went back to her hotel to sleep with her friends. We had agreed to go to the mountaintop together the next day. When I took her back to the hotel, my brother hadn't gone limp for a moment, clenching his fists in anger all day, but in the end, he obediently went back to sleep.

Perhaps God heard my brother's cry.

The next morning, M came to my hotel for breakfast. While we were eating, it suddenly started raining heavily. In Hong Kong, when it gets heavy, it's like a deluge, covering everything in a hazy, overwhelming atmosphere.

I smiled and looked at M and said, "Look, we can't go hiking now."

"Then what are we going to do today?"

"Let's watch HBO in the room."

(3)

M turned her head to the side and didn't speak. I pulled her back to the room. She went to the window and looked outside. I turned on the TV and put it on HBO. She drew the curtains, picked her up, and put her on the bed. I took off her pants, revealing a light blue pair of underwear. M said, "No, don't do this." I pulled the blanket up, took off my jeans, and crawled inside. Neither of us remembers which movie HBO played that day; we only know that our bodies felt warm. We kissed and caressed each other under the blanket. Finally, I could freely enjoy M's fair and plump buttocks, but M's will was firm, and she wouldn't let me take off her underwear. Every time... I tried to sneak up on her, but she squeezed her legs together. My hand finally slipped between her legs; her crotch was already damp. Parting the thin fabric, it was slippery inside. I spread her thighs and gently inserted my index finger into the slickness. She couldn't help but moan. After a short while, she couldn't take it anymore. When I went to take off her panties, she lifted her hips to cooperate, asking if I wanted more. She panted and reached out to press my waist, pulling me towards her genitals. Just as I was about to finish, a technical problem arose: my penis wasn't erect, peacefully asleep.

Seeing no movement, she looked up and asked what was wrong, "You bad boy, can't take it anymore?"

"Yeah, this foreplay has been too long. It's been going on since yesterday, and he just can't hold on any longer."

She actually covered her mouth and giggled.

We were in bed, my penis still erect, two worms, as innocent as high school students. At noon, we took a nap. I innocently held her beautiful buttocks and fell asleep.

This nap was incredibly blissful. When I opened my eyes, I felt light and refreshed. I rubbed my soft, plump buttocks, and my penis stood erect.

Entering her, the pent-up desire overwhelmed our bodies. We entwined, drenched in sweat. As I climaxed, she whispered in my ear, "Am I good? Do you like it?"

We did it twice that day. The second time, at the end, she stood up by the bed, her upper body on the bed, her soft, plump buttocks facing me. I held her waist and thrust into her, climaxing again in the throes of passion.

My flight back to Beijing was that evening. I checked out of my hotel that afternoon, picked up my luggage from her hotel, and went to the airport.

On the plane, she kept her arm around mine and leaned on my shoulder, looking a little tired.

When we arrived in Beijing, her husband picked her up. I hadn't checked any luggage, so I left first while she went to get hers.

Life is full of surprises. I unexpectedly held M's little hand, and M unexpectedly left. I haven't seen M since. Suddenly, she disappeared without a trace. She doesn't reply to WeChat messages or make phone calls. In her Moments, her life seems normal.

As the saying goes, "I guess life is about letting go, but unfortunately, we don't have time to say goodbye properly." One day in a foreign land, I heard Principal Tam's "Romantic Rainy Night" on an internet radio. The lyrics are: "Lingering in the rainy night, a corner in the rain continues, I want to take you home.

In the quiet streets at night, the song

is filled with passionate kisses.

Who makes my heart race?

Sweetness overflows from your lips.

Forgetting the past pain and loss,

in the romantic breath, in the darkness,

there is only you and me. I

have never felt this kind of impulse before

. Fantasy, joy, tears,

your fiery passion

, fantasy, enjoying this moment

, this raindrop,

how much I need you,

inseparable in the long night."

I jumped into the umbrella, watching

the night rain fall.

I downloaded this song and listened to it the whole way from Boston to New York that day.

I miss M, not for her beautiful buttocks, but for her bright eyes and shallow dimples, now gone.

[The End]

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