Qinhuangdao Summer Resort Trip

Mid-July was the height of summer. Organized by Sister Gong from my workplace, the institute went on a summer retreat to Qinhuangdao. Whenever the company organizes a group trip, the organizer is also the service provider, and Sister Gong was no exception. Of course, I volunteered to be her helper, and we became partners in many activities, inevitably leading to some physical contact. After a few days, our physical contact began to have a flirtatious tone, but we both restrained ourselves and didn't say anything.

The last day of the trip was to Nandaihe, where there were many attractions. We bought a combined ticket, and to avoid queuing, the group dispersed at the designated meeting time and place.

I naturally went with Sister Gong. After experiencing the thrilling sandboarding and grass skiing, Sister Gong said she would take me to try sand therapy. She let me bury her and me until only our heads were above water, and we lay side by side in the scorching sand, chatting while looking at the sea.

The topic of a broken relationship inevitably came up. It wasn't a weekend, and the beach wasn't crowded. For the first time, Sister Gong recounted her and his story to me in its entirety. A year ago, a handsome young man entered the army and married a beautiful female officer. A year later, the same handsome man frequently stayed at another woman's house. Finally, Sister Gong asked me what I thought of their marriage.

I thought for a moment and said, "Sister, the tides rise and fall, the clouds roll and unroll—it's just the natural order. People gather and disperse, joys and sorrows come and go—it's all fate. As long as you're willing and able, that's enough."

Sister Gong pondered silently, then suddenly turned and smiled: "I used to think you were a passionate person, but now it seems you're just a fickle and cold-hearted individual."

I was stunned: "What makes you say that, Sister?"

Sister Gong leaped up: "I'm off surfing!" leaving me behind. I was secretly pleased; it seemed she had completely let go of her failed marriage.

By the time we returned to shore from the sea, it was already noon. The beach was deserted. Standing in the makeshift changing room, listening to the rushing water from the other side of the wall, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. Just

as I was about to pull on my shorts after putting on my underwear, I heard Sister Gong's startled cry from next door: "Ah!" Then silence.

A sudden thought struck me: "It seems the changing rooms here are unattended." Without thinking further, I turned and headed straight for the women's changing room. Sure enough, there was no one at the door!

I lifted the curtain, and my nose almost bled—it was even more erotic than last time! Sister Gong was sitting on the ground, her hands covering her right foot. Except for a pair of underwear hanging from her left knee, she was completely naked. Her fair, delicate skin was dazzling, her firm, high breasts were mesmerizing, and her dark, glossy pubic hair was intoxicating.

Without pausing to look, I squatted down, removed my hands, and lifted her right foot. A trickle of blood gushed from the ball of her foot, and a rusty nail was stuck diagonally into it! I carefully pulled it out and set it aside. I picked up her injured foot and brought it to my mouth, sucking on the wound. A salty, fishy taste mixed with sand rushed into my mouth. After spitting it out a few times, the saltiness disappeared, and the blood turned red.

I patted the sole of her foot with my right hand: "It's alright, just put some medicine on it when we get back, and it'll be fine." I looked up and met a pair of tearful eyes: "Little brother, why?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, I froze on the spot. Why? For love, for lust? Thinking of our promise, I forced a light smile: "Because I'm a vampire!"

The small foot in my hand suddenly jerked and kicked, knocking me to the ground. Before I could get up, a naked body pounced on me: "Little brother, let it be!"

Silence spoke louder than words. The inner demons I had suppressed for so many days were completely released, and the dream I had fantasized about so many times was about to come true. For a moment, I couldn't distinguish between passion and desire. My hands wandered between the peaks and valleys. The body in my arms grew softer and warmer, the mountains higher, the valleys more humid.

It stood erect, pressing against the valley floor through her underwear, unable to enter. A small hand freed it, guiding it towards its target, and the person beneath her began to feel a surge of passion.

I gently rolled onto her. "Sis, we need to get a tetanus shot right now!"

"You...you're so annoying!" I forcefully sucked on her high, firm breasts: "Keep them for a midnight snack!"

"You little rascal!" A sharp pain shot through my shoulder: "Ah!"

The light was already ahead; bread would come, and milk, too, that would be fine.

After helping Sister Gong find a colleague and exchanging a few words, we hired a car and went to the hospital ourselves. Tourist areas are always overflowing with restaurants, but hospitals are a world away. By the time we returned to our hotel from the hospital, it was already past 5 p.m.

I helped Sister Gong back to her room. "Sister, how about a bath together?"

I pinched her waist. "You little rascal, always thinking about taking advantage of your sister."

"Honestly, I just wanted to help you."

"I can't be bothered with you!"

"I'm serious, your feet can't get wet."

"That won't work either, they'll be back soon."

I helped her lie on the bed, kissed her cheek, and said, "I'll come over for a late-night snack!" Then I quickly backed away, and as expected, something flew at me—a pillow.

The last supper became Sister Gong's consolation dinner. Everyone toasted to Sister Gong's excellent organization, to her miraculous recovery from misfortune, and to her speedy recovery. After a few drinks, everyone took off their doctoral caps and professor's robes, and for a time, several ordinary men and women passed out.

My roommate, after I helped her back to her room, lay down on the bed and started snoring loudly. I watched TV, my mind filled with the steamy scene from noon, and anxiously waited until 11:30. I turned off the TV and listened carefully; the corridor was unusually quiet. I hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed.

A voice immediately answered, "Hello?"

"Is this Director Gong?"

"Little brother, it's me."

After hanging up, I quietly opened the door, peeked around, then slowly closed it, lifted my leg high, and tiptoed up the fire escape stairs. As soon as I reached the door, it opened.

Without a word, we embraced tightly. We kissed each other's ears, necks, cheeks, and eyes. After a brief pause, our passionate lips moved from a simple kiss to a deep, intertwined embrace. After a long while, she struggled to pull away: "I haven't showered yet."

A few minutes later, her naked body was carefully placed in the bathtub, and she sat on my erect lap, her right foot gently resting on the edge of the tub. This was our second almost completely naked encounter, yet our third intimate contact. For the first time, I caressed her entire body with my hands, and at her signal, I made her feel again the way she did that day in the ping-pong room. Her

soft body was then placed on the bed. I kissed her entire body. When I was about to taste the nectar between the black grass and the red clam, Sister Gong trembled: "Little brother, no, it's dirty there." How could this be? I plunged in.

"A ravine high in the mountain, water flows all year round, no one comes to fetch water, but monks come to wash their hair."

When I asked Sister Gong the answer to this riddle, a little monk was searching for the answer. Wedding night, a long-awaited rain after a drought. How about a delicious midnight snack? Tonight, sleepless.

After the trip, Sister Gong quietly went through divorce proceedings. Coincidentally, one of my students, whom I had tutored for two years, immigrated to Canada with her family, and Sister Gong quietly bought this three-bedroom apartment. In this apartment, we explored many incredible lovemaking positions together, purely for our own amusement.

In July 2000, after graduating with my master's degree, I went to the United States to pursue my doctorate. Before that, I had begged Sister Gong to go abroad with me as Mrs. Xiaolin, but she refused.

After National Day in 2000, she resigned from her job, and everyone lost contact with her, including me.

After the Spring Festival in 2004, I graduated with my doctorate and returned to my original research institute to continue searching for clues about Sister Gong, but to no avail.

In the summer of 2006, I attended an academic conference in Salzburg, Austria. While buying a violin model for my son, who was about to turn one year old, at a music store near Mozart's birthplace, I turned around and saw myself as a child, choosing a violin under the guidance of a musician, a mother admiring him with loving eyes. Suddenly, we looked back, our hands clasped, tears welling in our eyes, speechless with emotion.

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