My Erotic Encounters with a TV News Anchor

I was born in the early 1980s and am still unmarried. My life has been filled with countless women, and it's been quite eventful.

About a year ago, a friend introduced me to someone. She was a graduate of the broadcasting department of the provincial art academy, with above-average looks and figure, and she looked remarkably like Maki Koizumi—really alike.

However, because my standards were quite high at the time, I wasn't interested. I agreed to be friends first, just to alleviate my loneliness.

To be honest, although I've dated many girls, my flirting skills are really, really bad. My thought at the time was to save my virginity for my wife… Please excuse my naivety.

Getting back to the point, after going on two dates with this girl (hereinafter referred to as S), I started to get a little restless, but several attempts to get things done were fruitless. The last time, we only kissed and touched her breasts. It felt great; her lips were sweet and soft, and her breasts were very tender. Later, I went to Jiangsu, and she went to a small city in the south.

Later, I learned she became a news anchor on the local TV station. I saw her on TV; she was poised and elegant, and her figure was completely different from when I first met her—she looked more like Maki Koizumi.

Then I learned she got married, had a child, and then I returned to my hometown. The distance between us grew ever wider.

Did you all think that was the end of it? To be honest, I thought so too. But life's script still gave me a chance to cross paths with her… because she came back.

We've kept in touch over the years, not often, but never completely.

Her husband is also from my hometown. They were often separated in the south, and she gave up her TV job to return home for him. Later, she told me she regretted that decision.

After returning, she opened a small shop, and I often patronized her business.

At first, she was very cautious with me, but as we spent more time together, she gradually became more enthusiastic.

Once, she secretly asked me, "Do you have any of those kinds of films?"

I pretended to be clueless and asked, "What kind?"

She said, "Don't play dumb with me!"

I said I've been single for so many years, how could I not have some movies? Whose do you want to see?

She said she wanted to see Aoi Sora.

I said I have Aoi Sora's movies. Besides Aoi Sora's, I'll introduce you to another one, named Koizumi Maki. To be honest, I think you look exactly like her. I always fantasize about her, haha.

Later, after she watched the movie, she said that this woman is nowhere near as pretty as me.

A few days later, she called me and said that she bought a phone at the Science and Technology City, only to find out it was a refurbished phone. She was too scared to go exchange it alone and asked me to give her some courage. Of course, I said yes.

I have a friend at the Science and Technology City, so I took S to my friend to find out what was going on. My friend said that the store there mostly sells refurbished phones and taught us a few ways to identify refurbished phones. We were sure that returning the unscrupulous merchant would be no problem. After feeling confident, we went to return the phone.

Before leaving, my friend grinned and asked me, "This woman is pretty good, did you manage to get her?" I said we're just ordinary friends, haha!

I won't go into the details of the return process, but it went smoothly. After leaving the Science and Technology City, she said she wanted to thank me and treated me to dinner.

I said, "Why don't we eat? It was just a small favor."

She said, "How can I thank you like that? How am I

supposed to thank you?" I joked, "Come home with me." She said okay. Me: ... She parked the car in a nearby parking lot, and I drove her home. I was extremely nervous the whole way. Logically, this should

n't be the case. The last few times she'd shown me, she seemed very resistant. Was she just coming home to sit for a while? After we got home, we chatted for a while. She said, "Didn't you say you know how to massage? Can you give me a massage today?"

I said okay, and then we got to the bed. I didn't dare look at her. I had her lie face down on the bed while I massaged her back.

She was very obedient, but I was incredibly nervous, my breathing was rapid.

I straddled her, massaging her neck, shoulders, and arms, asking her if the pressure was okay.

She said it felt very comfortable, and her tone relieved my tense nerves.

I continued pressing down, and slowly my breathing became rapid again. I pressed her back, then her buttocks—so perky! I deliberately lingered on them, and she didn't object. I pressed her legs, then my hands moved upwards, back to her waist, then to her sides. I gently caressed them, gradually exploring downwards… At this moment, I felt like I was suffocating. The body I had longed for all these years was right before my eyes, under my hands. My lower body swelled; I couldn't take it anymore… Finally, I reached down and gently grasped her breasts… To this day, I still remember the feeling. I've been with many women, but this experience was completely different. It came from my heart, through my hands, and back to my heart—it was truly satisfying.

She let out a soft moan, lifting her body slightly to make it easier for me to hold her breasts. I couldn't resist any longer. I turned her over and kissed her… Her lips were still the same as before, sweet and soft. The difference was that back then, she hadn't been so breathless.

I abandoned my tongue and lips to kiss her ears, then forcefully kissed her neck with my tongue, my fingers rubbing her nipples... She wriggled, hugging me tightly again. I lifted her clothes, took her nipple into my mouth, and vigorously teased it with my tongue. My hand slipped inside her pants; her legs were already soaking wet. She told me to stop, that she needed to shower.

Actually, I also like clean kisses and sex. We went into the bathroom together; she helped me wash, and I helped her wash, without the slightest embarrassment.

Actually, writing this, I've lost the motivation to continue. What followed was just sex. She didn't come home that night; her husband was out. I used all my skills on her.

I usually play sports and work out, and even so, after that night, I was exhausted like a dog.

She said she was very satisfied. Once upon a time, she was someone special. Not a big star, but a public figure on television. Later, I asked her if she'd ever encountered any unspoken rules in the entertainment industry. She said many local celebrities wanted to be her mistress, but she refused them all. Ironically, the station's management never made any inappropriate advances.

That night, she told me a lot…

Later, her whole family immigrated abroad, and we haven't been in contact since.

Sometimes I still miss that day—the nervousness during the massage, the trembling during the teasing, and the tenderness and passion with which she kissed my entire body.

[The End]

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