The nurse from the private hospital, whom I met for the first time, went to play in the woods. She needed to pee and peed in front of me.

I had planned to write this piece about old times last Friday, but alas, things didn't go as planned. I kept getting busy and put it off until today. I'll try to write it this afternoon; I don't know if I'll finish it, I'll just write as much as I can. Not everyone knows how hard it is to write. If you think this is okay after reading, please give it a thumbs up to encourage me. Thank you in advance!
So, back in May 2016, my cousin got married. The wedding ceremony was held in our hometown, and he insisted I go back. Looking at my schedule, I realized my company had already arranged to receive clients from out of town, so it seemed I couldn't go back. I was quite helpless and could only apologize to my cousin in advance and send my [wedding details] to his home. At 11 am on April 30th, I suddenly received a call from my boss, informing me that the client had an urgent family matter and couldn't come. I silently wished well for the women in the client's family.
Just half an hour later, my cousin called, insisting I go back, so I agreed.
My cousin has been working on construction projects for over ten years, traveling all over the country. It's been very hard work. He started out working for others, but he was hardworking and reliable. After working for others for several years, I finally built my own team. Although I made a lot of money, it wasn't easy – living a life of hardship
and sleeping rough. My younger brother is already married with a child, while I'm still single. My parents, relatives, and friends are all pressuring me to get married. Finally, one of my cousin's friends couldn't stand it anymore (he's making too much money, too much money, too much money!), so he introduced my cousin to his sister-in-law. They dated for over a year, felt good about each other, and decided to get married in May 2016. And so, the following story unfolded.
I drove my Hongbin car home, thinking I'd arrive early on May Day to help out and spend some time with my family. At 5 pm, my cousin called, asking where I was. I replied that I was home and promised to be there early the next morning. My cousin then told me to come to the xxx restaurant to have dinner with my father, and that I didn't need to go home that night, as the room was already booked.
What was I saying? Of course, I went.
Thankfully, I arrived at the restaurant before dinner. I first offered my congratulations to my father-in-law, then had some drinks and chatted with him. At 9:30, I drove him home. Knowing I had to get up early the next day, I declined the room I had booked (it's my cousin, I wouldn't be angry if I didn't treat him well, considering how hard he works away from home, and it's only a 5-minute drive). I went home to rest early.
On May Day, before 5 a.m., I had a quick breakfast and dinner and arrived at the hotel. It was so early, so I spent my time in the lobby scrolling through my phone, browsing Weibo and posting on WeChat Moments—all congratulatory messages for my cousin's wedding.
A little after 5 p.m., my phone vibrated. I saw a private message—congratulatory for my cousin's wedding! Looking at the profile, it was a beautiful woman (let's call her A), but I didn't recognize her. Had she sent it to the wrong person? But I couldn't just ignore it; it would be impolite to offer my congratulations. So I replied, "Thank you for your kind words, beautiful lady."
And so, we chatted until past 7 pm. A, who seemed to be on some kind of high-energy boost, was incredibly enthusiastic, sending messages non-stop. Since I had a task to complete on the wedding day—driving—I chivalrously said I had to go pick up the bride. Sure enough, she thoughtfully replied, "Drive carefully." Wow, she's so considerate! Instantly, my affection for her skyrocketed.
My cousin's wedding went smoothly.
Because my family was so enthusiastic, I couldn't resist and drank half a jin of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor). Now I couldn't drive, so my cousin arranged for a friend to drive me home. They say fate is unstoppable; I'm usually not a heavy drinker and usually sleep after drinking, but surprisingly, I wasn't sleepy on the way home and chatted with A the whole way.
There was a little incident during the trip. On the way back, I stopped at a highway service area to relieve myself and casually posted a message saying how fresh the air was back home, making me feel incredibly relaxed and happy. I didn't think much of it at the time. When I got home, I found several beautiful women greeting me. I wonder if it was because of my cousin's good fortune that my charm was off the charts. I'll write about that another time; I won't go into details here.
Later, we had a lukewarm chat, and I gradually learned that A had just graduated from the provincial medical college with a degree in advanced nursing. A relative of hers worked in a government department and had some influence. She originally wanted to work at a public hospital, but that would require working while waiting for a permanent position. A private hospital had just opened, and it was better than public hospitals in terms of facilities and benefits. Plus, everyone there was a newbie, so there wasn't much pressure. So, she decided to work there temporarily until she got a permanent position at a public hospital. Her home was far from the hospital, and she didn't want to live in the dormitory, so she shared a room near the hospital with someone else.
A liked to use WeChat video and voice chat, but there wasn't anything particularly ambiguous in their conversations. However, during one of her night shifts, she livestreamed to me her head nurse having an affair.
By the end of November, the weather had gotten colder, and there wasn't much work at the company. One afternoon, she video-called me, lying in bed, looking very upset because her family had introduced her to a guy she wasn't happy with; he was being persistent. I comforted her in the car, and we talked for over two hours. She felt much better after that. Then I said it was getting dark and we should get up for work and lunch. She said she had a day shift the next day and would be alone again, which was boring. Somehow, we started talking about sex. This was the first time we'd ever discussed sex, and then I asked her to show me something. She wouldn't undress completely, only letting me see her underwear (a pink set, which I couldn't resist). I asked her to moan for me, but she suddenly hung up the video call. "Let's go home for dinner then," I said. We chatted for two or three hours until my ears hurt. Just as I was about to get off the bus, she sent another voice message. I asked her why she hung up, and she said, "Guess." I said I couldn't guess. She called me stupid. I asked her to moan for me again, but she said she couldn't do it, that she didn't feel anything. Hearing this, I thought, "Wow, this is promising!" So I took a deep breath and adjusted my speaking speed and voice. I used volume (I felt this allowed the other person to sense the change in my emotions; it's not a profound reason, but it's like the principle of hormones. In fact, it proved to be very necessary, like a line from CCTV's "Animal World": "Spring has arrived, all things are reviving, and it's mating season for animals again"). I suggested she slowly touch her breasts and rub her nipples. After a few minutes, I clearly felt a change in her breathing and tone of voice. Later, I guided her to touch downwards, deliberately asking her what was wrong down there. She said, "It's wet." I said, "Take off your underwear." She agreed to let me use my other hand to slowly manipulate her clitoris, pinching it occasionally, which made her moan. Then I had her insert her fingers to masturbate, and I could clearly hear the squelching sounds. Damn, I was so anxious in the car, I didn't dare to open my mouth and masturbate with my hand because people were walking around outside. Several times there were lights in the car, and someone even peeked into the car through the driver's side window. At one point, a neighbor called and said, "Why is there a light in your car?" Haha, can I tell you I'm having sex with a beautiful woman? About 30 minutes later, she said the sheets were soaked. Damn, this is my chance! What am I waiting for? I'll go back tomorrow and spend a few days with her.
The next day, around 2 PM, I drove to her workplace and called her to say I was there and would pick her up for lunch. She said she didn't believe me, so I asked if she wanted me to show her a picture. I took a picture of the entrance to her workplace and sent it to her. Half an hour later, I received a call from her saying she was off work. I looked closely at her in the entrance and saw a woman with long hair, black stockings, and a red trench coat. She was slender and looked exactly like her in the video and photos. She was beautiful.
As soon as we got in the car, she looked at me and said, "You don't seem like a bad person." I burst out laughing. I said, "A good person doesn't have 'good person' written on their face, and similarly, a bad person doesn't have it either. Now, you choose a place you think is safe, and we can go have some fun. Anything is fine." She said. So I casually suggested, "Let's go for a walk by the river." (She had run over wrapped in a coat when she came from her workplace because it was cold outside. I was about to take her to the river, which would be even colder. I'm a thoughtful person, you know.) She nodded.
I have to say, the changes in the suburbs over the years without a home are truly astounding. Places I used to go on dates with were overgrown with weeds, but now they've all been transformed into parks. I finally found a grove of trees on the riverbank, along a newly built road. At the end of the road, there were two or three cars parked, as if they had planned it in advance, keeping a great distance between them, all with their engines running. I bet they were all whispering sweet nothings in their cars. I wonder if any of you recognize yourself in this picture.
We got off the bus and walked through the woods along the riverbank. It was windy and cold. She was wearing a red trench coat over a black undershirt, and underneath that, I guessed, her underwear. She was wearing black stockings and was shivering from the cold. I warmed her hands. All the way, her chest kept bumping against my arm, which felt strange (and it turned out my guess was right; her chest was really flat. If it weren't for her nipples being as big as grapes, she probably wouldn't be recognized in a men's bathhouse). When we reached the wall of a factory warehouse (I could clearly hear people talking inside), she said she needed to pee (I guessed she was cold). In this desolate place, she said she was going to pee in a corner, and I told her to keep an eye on me. Good grief, in this huge wood, besides you and me, who else could I go? Okay, I chose a spot outside the wall with some trees and cleared a space with my feet to prevent her from touching her bottom when she squatted down. She didn't... Watching me slowly undress, layer by layer, in front of me, then slowly squatting down, I watched as her black pubic hair, set against her snow-white thighs and pink panties, spurted out a pale yellow stream of fluid, which landed on the leaves with a sizzling sound. The sound was so beautiful, the scene so lovely. This image is etched clearly in my mind. In
an instant, my mind went blank. I didn't expect to see it so soon, without any preparation. It was so unexpected. I immediately stood up, watching her gently wipe herself with a tissue, forgetting the passage of time. Until she finished dressing and saw me, dumbfounded, her face flushed red to her ears. She rushed over and punched my chest hard with her little fists, pouting, saying, "I asked you to keep watch for me, why did you look? You bad guy, you bad guy, you're a big bad guy, you saw everything!" At that moment, I suddenly burst out laughing, tears streaming down my face. It would be a lie to say my stomach didn't hurt.
Then, I took off my shirt, draped it over her shoulders, and carried her back to the car. I quickly turned on the heater and sat in the back seat, comforting her for a long time. Thinking about it now, it still feels so good.
That afternoon, amidst the comings and goings of people, I was thinking, recalling, writing, and typing, striving for 100% authenticity. I didn't want to miss a single exciting moment. My initial intention in sharing this with everyone was to truthfully recreate every detail. It's been so many years since I've typed, and my hands are aching. There are so many things that have happened to me that I want to slowly write down, but now I feel powerless. I wonder if anyone knows of any good methods or equipment to improve my typing speed. I want to write more stories.

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