My Story with MaiMai

(I)

Mai Mai, the woman who nestled in my arms and with whom I shared the most intimate physical relationship, asked me to call her that. I wanted to know Mai Mai's real name and asked twice, but because we met online, and due to a woman's innate sense of security, she never told me. Later, I didn't care anymore; calling her Mai Mai was fine (she later confessed under my persistent questioning).

I was born in 1977, and Mai Mai in 1987, but the age difference didn't hinder our communication.

Mai Mai looked a little prettier than ordinary, a little cuter than simple, a little more approachable than aloof, and a little more dignified and noble than average.

Mai Mai dressed fashionably and appropriately, possessing a girlish sentiment characteristic of the 1980s. This sentiment could only be felt when we were holding each other. When we held each other, we would deeply inhale each other's scent and kiss each other until our longing was soothed and our heartbeats returned to normal. At this time, Mai Mai would take a few deep breaths, and I would let go of her, wrap my arms around her plump waist, and gently kiss her head. Compared to the rutting stray dog at the village entrance, we were like two domesticated pets, refined in our manners, even our sniffing and licking were gentle, and we both exuded a deep affection for each other.

I'm a coward and generally don't watch horror movies, but when the opportunity arises and I encounter someone even more timid than me, I'll definitely tease them a bit. So the most fun thing was telling Mai Mai ghost stories to scare

her in the dark of the night in our room. However, when she burrowed into my arms with only a little hair peeking out from under the covers, I started to feel uneasy. The atmosphere had gotten a bit too far, and I'd have to muster up the courage to go to the bathroom later—a double whammy!

Given our age difference and societal norms, the most intimate thing we did in public was feeding each other a bite of ice cream in a dimly lit alley. I longed to stroll hand-in-hand with other couples on the street, but this strong desire didn't translate into the catharsis we felt behind closed doors. Even during our first meeting, we both took our time undressing each other. We were happy to make foreplay feel like an informal ritual, the principle being to remain fully undressed until the moment we needed to.

(II)

Mai Mai and I always chose to stay overnight in business hotels—economical, comfortable, less crowded, and with spacious rooms. Understanding my income, she wouldn't make higher demands. After work on weekends, I would immediately squeeze onto a crowded bus to make thorough preparations for my goddess's arrival.

After buying dry food and snacks near the hotel, I would book a room, call Mai Mai, and she would set off.

I would draw the curtains in the room, adjust the lights and temperature, boil water, and quietly wait for her arrival.

Mai Mai and I didn't meet very often, averaging only once every two months. Each time we met, this sophisticated woman would give me a small surprise in terms of appearance. Her hairstyle, clothing, and shoes changed with the seasons. In winter, mature women's attire is more common: a sophisticated coat paired with comfortable underwear, and short leather shorts that hug the hips, with black tights that drive any man wild. At my request, Mai Mai will wear flat boots; sometimes, she wears a simple outfit with jeans. In summer, you can see Mai Mai in playful sportswear, looking cute and energetic.

As the time draws near, it's hard for me to remain calm. The water is boiling, and I sit on the edge of the bed, sipping hot tea, partly to calm myself, and partly to freshen my breath with the aroma. I estimate the time, listening intently, and hear light footsteps in the hallway. I jump up from the mattress, and before I even reach the door, the door clicks as expected. Through the peephole, I see a dark, updo, and gently open the door, stepping aside. Mai Mai smiles faintly at me, and like a secret agent making a meeting, floats into the room, into our haven of tenderness.

Mai Mai placed her handbag on the dressing table. Sometimes she would bring me my favorite fruits, sometimes homemade snacks. She hung her coat in the wardrobe in the porch, then helped me take mine off and hang them together. Her quiet movements and gentle expression were so pleasing to the eye; the term "virtuous wife" couldn't be more fitting.

After this, we faced each other, embracing tightly, pressed together, our bodies pressed close. All the previous longing and the torment of countless nights melted away, dissolving into the warm, loving atmosphere filling the room.

I wrapped my arms tightly around Mai Mai's warm, full body, face to face, inhaling deeply the fragrance of her hair. I gently nuzzled her smooth cheek with my nose, leaving tender marks on her forehead and neck with my dry lips. Mai Mai's breathing grew heavier, each exhale infusing my blood with more oxygen. Once our breathing had calmed down, I loosened my grip a little, cupped Mai Mai's cheeks in my hands, and gave her another wet kiss. Only after our intense emotions subsided did we have time to talk.

(III)

I sat in front of the dressing table, wolfing down the food Mai Mai had brought. While Mai Mai reported on her recent situation, she tidied her clothes, then took off her shoes and put on slippers. Mai Mai's feet were size 36, with a beautiful shape. Sometimes she wore stockings, sometimes cotton socks, and sometimes she was barefoot with her pretty little feet. After she finished getting ready, she would either serve me food like a little wife, or comfortably lean against the headboard, watching TV while watching me eat. I kindly offered her some, but she always refused, saying she was "full." Later, I simply finished it all myself.

After a satisfying meal, I quickly rinsed off in the bathroom and rushed to the bed in my shorts and t-shirt. The moment I leaned against the headboard, Mai Mai's warm, soft body automatically enveloped me in my arms. As we were about to make our most intimate moment, I remained gentle and calm. It wasn't easy for us to meet, and I wanted to slowly convey the long wait and intense affection to my lover, gently releasing it into her body and nourishing her heart.

I tenderly kissed Mai Mai's face—her forehead, the corners of her eyebrows, her nasolabial folds, her earlobes, her chin, and her sweet lips—I didn't miss a single inch.

Mai Mai, lying in my arms, seemed lost in passion. I helped her lie down, took the remote and turned down the TV volume, then propped myself up on my elbow, draped one leg over Mai Mai's thigh, and gently stroked her belly and lower abdomen with my other hand. I softly inhaled Mai Mai's breath, savoring the rich fragrance of this woman. I ran my tongue over Mai Mai's face, gently parting her eyelids with my lips, and slowly licking her eyeballs back and forth with my tongue, tasting a faint salty flavor (this eye-licking trick was taught to me by Mai Mai herself, and it felt extraordinary). As Mai Mai's breathing became heavier, I attacked her earlobe with my tongue, a long sucking and licking followed by me slipping my tongue into her delicate earlobe and stirring it around. Mai Mai's thighs began to twist, and I placed my thigh between her legs, gently pressing my muscles against her mons pubis. My palms climbed up her chest, the peaks of flesh grinding against my palms, her breasts squeezing under the push of my hands. If her neckline was low, her round, full, and incredibly alluring flesh would overflow, greatly stimulating my saliva production.

I loved having long, wet kisses with Mai Mai, directly tasting each other's flavors through my tongue, feeling the warmth of her mouth, the passionate feedback, our tongues rubbing and wriggling together in the moisture of saliva, experiencing the salty wetness and passion of Mai Mai's body. Parched, I picked up the hot tea from the bedside table, took a few sips, and lay back down on top of Mai Mai, supporting my weight on my elbows. I cupped her serene yet yearning face in my hands, gazing at her intently, kissing her. Mai Mai would usually squint her eyes, revealing a fox-like smile, a little mischievous, yet very sweet.

Besides long, wet kisses, light kisses were another way Mai Mai and I lingered, a way of tender intimacy we never tired of. I remember the first night we met, before exploring each other's bodies, we warmed up with constant light kisses, drawing closer to each other's hearts, experiencing each other's feelings and needs. After making love with Mai Mai, what I enjoyed most was the closeness of our bodies, the caresses, the unexpected kisses and the exchange of saliva; each tender moment revealed my love and longing for her. This lingering affection lasted a long time that first night; we didn't fall asleep in each other's arms until 5 a.m., exhausted. This was my most unforgettable night.

After my saliva covered Mai Mai's face and ears, the smell became unpleasant, so I moved on to kiss her neck. I was hesitant to suck too hard here, lest I leave a hickey, which would be disgraceful for Mai Mai. Ear piercings and the neck are sensitive areas, but while I focused on these areas, Mai Mai remained relatively calm, neither complaining nor making any gestures that suggested she was going to complain. Her serene and contented expression seemed to be a taunt: "You think you can get away with this? You think you can teach me a lesson with just a few moves?" I remained calm and collected, proceeding step by step. I

lifted Mai Mai's bra, and her fair belly rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing. I think the "vibrant flesh" described by poets and writers must have been inspired by the sight of my female companion's belly. I pressed my face against her belly, feeling the softness of her body. I thrust my tongue into her adorable belly button, stirring vigorously, and smacked my lips against her delicate waist, a sensation I couldn't resist. I told Mai Mai that in her presence, I wasn't a rabbit, but a dog.

I pulled her bra up a little more, the bra blocking my direct view of her skin. Mai Mai liked to wear black bras; she wore black three out of the five times we met. I thought she would look good in off-white bras too, though she said it was for young people. I thought Mai Mai was my little angel, but that sounded too much like a Hong Kong drama, so I didn't say it aloud. Mai Mai liked to wear half-cup bras, which perfectly accentuated her bust. I always rolled my bra up above her breasts, using my mouth to search for my "mountains" in the gap between the bra and bra. After the treasure hunt, I straddled Mai Mai's lap, pulled her languid upper body up, and helped her take off her top. Half of her bare skin was already revealed. I took off my short-sleeved shirt and pressed Mai Mai down beneath me again, our chests and bellies pressed tightly together, a direct skin-to-skin kiss. My mouth roamed over Mai Mai's head and neck. After I'd kissed her enough, I buried my head between her two breasts, greedily inhaling the faint scent of milk.

Mai Mai's precious daughter had ravaged her mother's breasts, making them a little saggy, so Mai Mai had breast augmentation surgery, inserting two silicone pads. At first, I wasn't used to kneading them, but later I gradually began to enjoy the fullness and firmness they had acquired. After kissing and licking Mai Mai's armpits, I began to focus on her two nipples. I used my nimble tongue to perform techniques like gentle caresses, slow twists, rubbing, and teasing, which Mai Mai enjoyed very much, gently stroking my head in encouragement. I gently pinched one of her nipples between my four front teeth, grinding it back and forth while licking it incessantly with my tongue. Mai Mai's reaction gradually intensified; she inhaled softly, and her thighs began to twist powerfully and repeatedly. My stomach pressed against Mai Mai's lower abdomen, and even through her pantyhose and underwear, I could feel the warmth slowly rising from that private garden. I proceeded slowly and methodically, licking my beauty beneath me.

My head slowly moved down, my tongue gently tracing the smooth, white skin, finally reaching her sexy lower abdomen.

A woman with well-developed abs is very attractive, but without abs, a small belly that bulges slightly when relaxed, combined with the triangle area, is like discovering a secluded valley after descending a soft, gentle, and rounded slope—it has a certain aesthetic appeal. And, coincidentally, my Mai Mai possesses this aesthetic!

In the summer, after a light sweat, I would bury my head in her full mons pubis, my nose pressed against her underwear, inhaling the fresh scent of freshly washed fabric and a rich aroma of hormones. I was deeply infatuated with Mai Mai's scent, so when the temperature wasn't too bad, I would ask her not to shower during foreplay; her natural body scent would be a powerful aphrodisiac for me. But this clean woman would always tidy herself up at home before leaving, leaving me with a faint body fragrance, which I absolutely adored!

As I sniffed, I would stroke Mai Mai's legs. Unlike men's legs, which have defined muscles and rough, prickly pores, the outer thighs, calves, and those beautiful feet offered a wonderfully tactile experience that I couldn't resist. I would use my face to feel and my tongue to savor the inner thighs. My

tongue continued to roam along the inner thighs, Mai Mai's muscles tensed, and she would occasionally let out a moan, her body swaying back and forth in various contorted positions, sometimes spreading her legs wide, sometimes clamping my head tightly between them to stop my advances. I spread Mai Mai's legs wide with both hands, slowly bringing my head closer to her vulva. My tongue finally reached her groin, where a few playful, glossy black pubic hairs peeked out from the edge of her panties, peeking at me. I gently blew on them, a friendly greeting. I pressed my nose firmly against the wet patch in the center, greedily sniffing and licking as I moved my head, the wetness deepening and widening.

I knelt down, pressing Mai Mai's feet against my chest. She obediently resisted, then lifted her buttocks. I slipped my fingers inside the elastic band of Mai Mai's panties and slowly pulled them down. Finally, I saw the lush pubic hair and the dark clitoris soaked in her love juice. Every time I took off Mai Mai's panties, I would look at the marks on the inside of her crotch, then bring them to my mouth to smell and lick. At this point, she would blush and call me a bastard, sitting up to snatch her panties back. I tossed my underwear onto the bedside table, pulled the beauty into my arms, and gave her a wet kiss, offering her the taste of her love juices that clung to my tongue.

But don't think we're getting to the point! I buried my face between her legs again, experiencing a real-life version of "A Woman's Taste." Mai Mai's scent was always rather mild, occasionally a little pungent, but when I slid my tongue between her wet, sticky lips and then enveloped her vulva with my mouth, the stimulating taste transformed into a cloying, fishy fragrance. I always enjoyed giving Mai Mai oral sex, partly to help her get into the mood and reduce the pressure of my thrusting, and partly because I enjoyed her blissful expression. When Mai Mai was truly aroused, she would reach orgasm through my oral stimulation, arching her body, grabbing my hair, spreading her legs wide, her clitoris rubbing against my tongue, moaning "Ouch, ouch." The first time I heard Mai Mai moan, I thought it was incredibly cute, nothing like the exaggerated moans of the actresses on my hard drive. When oral sex lasted a long time, Mai Mai, afraid I would get tired, would pat my head with her foot and gently stroke my short, thick hair with the sole of her foot. When my saliva and Mai Mai's love juice mixed together, making my vulva wet and glistening, I was ready to get started.

Mai Mai had a lot of pubic hair, and when I licked her, I always had to constantly part the pubic hair, sometimes leaving my mouth full of prickly hair and saliva everywhere. Later, I brought a small pair of scissors and trimmed the bushes at the entrance of her vulva and on her mons pubis, turning her frizzy hair into a fat, bald monk's head, which looked clean and cute, and tasted great. After that, mowing the lawn became my regular job.

(IV)

When Mai Mai looked at me resentfully and lovingly stroked my hard penis, she was already very eager.

As soon as I took off my short-sleeved shirt and underwear, Mai Mai came up with her mouth to lick my penis. Because it was my first time, I was quite sensitive and didn't want to finish too soon, so after Mai Mai sucked on it a few times and moistened the glans, I stopped her.

Kneeling between her plump legs, my hand pressed against her swollen penis, I probed between her labia with the glans, moistened with her love juice, slowly pushing it in. The glans sank into an unseen depression—that was the entrance! Mai Mai frowned, a sound like she was about to cry out, her lips pursed as if she were about to scream. I took a deep breath, calming myself from the intense stimulation of the pleasure emanating from the glans, and supported Mai Mai's hips with both hands, leaning forward slightly, continuing to push slowly until the entire glans was fully inside. I couldn't help but exhale, it felt so incredibly good! Mai Mai couldn't help herself either, gripping my arms tightly with both hands, thrusting her hips towards me, letting out a soft "Ouch~" in pain. I slowly, shallowly pumped the glans in and out of her vaginal opening. Mai Mai breathed heavily, building up pleasure, her warm vagina becoming increasingly wet and slippery, making soft, wet sounds with each friction. The sounds stimulated my eardrums, sending signals to my brain, making me increase the speed of my thrusts. The friction and taut movement between my knees and the sheets made my whole body burn. The pleasure surged through my brain, blurring my consciousness. I kept thrusting my hips, slowly deepening the penetration, the frequency decreasing, but the force increasing. I leaned forward, my hands on either side of Mai Mai, bending my legs and swaying my hips, thrusting into her. Mai Mai buried her head in the pillow, her hands gripping my arms tightly, moaning intermittently, the squelching sounds from our joined bodies growing louder. I placed Mai Mai's legs on my shoulders and thrust in and out. The intense pleasure stimulated my cerebral cortex, prompting me to gather all my energy in my waist, holding my breath, and forcefully accelerating the thrusts. The room was filled with the loud slapping sounds of flesh colliding, and Mai Mai opened her mouth wide, screaming "Ouch!" The sensation of our bodies biting together, the sound of our colliding, Mai Mai's uncontrolled emotions surged like a torrent from my brain, rushing down my body.

I straddled Mai Mai's body, leaving only a little space for cushioning, and slammed my buttocks down mercilessly onto her plump buttocks like a pile driver, feeling my blood boil. I clenched my fists, a torrent of desire rapidly gathering in my lower abdomen. I gritted my teeth, my abdominal muscles burning with rage. Mai Mai stiffened her neck, raised her head, and gritted her teeth, offering her buttocks to meet mine as much as possible, no longer making a sound. I straightened my legs, gripped Mai Mai's shoulders with both hands, and used all the strength in my abdomen to slam down again and again, finally pressing firmly against Mai Mai's genitals, releasing my burning passion and pent-up desire deep inside her...

After a long while, Mai Mai embraced me, and I lay on her full, alluring body, my little brother still inside her. Our two sweaty bodies were pressed together, panting heavily, until we had sucked out all the oxygen in the silent room before reluctantly separating.

After the passion subsided, sometimes I would still see marks left by Mai Mai's mouth on my shoulders or neck. I remember after our first night together, the skin around my left nipple was all sucked raw.

Mai Mai and I were conventional in our sex life, enjoying our pleasure together in our own way.

Sometimes, because I didn't have enough stamina, I couldn't let Mai Mai fully release herself during the process, but she would always make sure I didn't feel any pressure because of her understanding. Afterwards, we would eat some snacks and drink some water together. She would lie in my arms, and we would chat about everything from TV programs to everyday life. The days we spent together were always precious, yet also very short.

(V)

During our time together, we spent most of our time in hotels. In the three years since we met, we had only gone shopping once. That autumn night, after we parked our car near the mall and got out, a cold wind blew, and I felt shivering. Mai Mai was wrapped in a light orange jacket, her body still recovering from a cold. She wore denim shorts and black tights, and canvas shoes her daughter had bought for her. Her hair was pulled back, making her look like a playful young girl, though her voice was slightly hoarse from the cold. After the chilly wind subsided, I couldn't help but take Mai Mai's arm; the feeling of us snuggling together was truly warm and sweet!

I had long admired a pair of women's boots from a certain brand, always imagining Mai Mai looking like a dashing, strong woman in them. Today, I finally had the chance to bring her to wear these long-awaited boots.

After trying them on at the store, Mai Mai was very satisfied with the boots. Just as I was about to pay, she stopped me. This kind woman didn't want me to spend a lot of money to please her. In the end, I couldn't resist her, and she paid for them herself. But this clever woman encouraged me to earn enough money before buying her anything we both liked, which made me feel a little better. Later, she even bought me a wallet because she had mentioned many times that she wanted to buy me a briefcase, but I didn't need it yet, so I only agreed to let her give me my first wallet. Now I carry it with me every time I go out, and it's gradually become a habit.

Our mature way of getting along meant that economic factors weren't an obstacle for us. I was responsible for the accommodation, and she was responsible for the food, but economic factors also always gave me a strong desire to work hard and become richer, so that it would be more convenient for us to meet when we had a love nest or a car.

Actually, at the beginning of our relationship, Mai Mai was bolder than me. One weekend in the summer of 2012, I stayed overnight at my cousin's house. Mai Mai learned that I lived not far from her, and that night she invited me out. We drove together to the undeveloped artificial lake. We found a quiet lawn on a corner of a gentle slope by the lake, and we chatted while eating sugarcane. The lake and the ugly potholes around it were hidden in the darkness under the cover of night, as if our conversation was being watched with ill intent. This eerie atmosphere made us feel uneasy and excited. Later, we drove to a nearby park. Because there was a school nearby, the park was full of young students laughing and playing. The streetlights in the park were dim and ambiguous, and young couples whispered sweet nothings along the winding paths. Infected by the atmosphere, I also took the hand of the girl beside me, our fingers intertwined. On the way back, I was giving directions from the passenger seat. At a turn, MaiMai deliberately turned south instead of following my route. Just as I was wondering what was going on, MaiMai pulled the car over to the side of the road, engaged the handbrake, turned her head and smiled at me. Instantly, my not-so-young face became a little shy. At this time, only a few cars were passing by on the road. We leaned closer, hugged each other, and kissed. After kissing enough, MaiMai started the engine again and drove me to my cousin's house. Looking back now, I was still quite naive back then; otherwise, it would have been another passionate night.

Occasionally, through Mai Mai's words and expressions, I sensed that she was becoming somewhat concerned about her advancing age. Faced with this undeniable fact, any words of comfort seemed powerless. All I could do was hold this woman I cherished tightly in my arms, kissing her forehead again and again. Regardless of age, I wanted her to be a little woman longing for my affection in my presence.

Life went on as usual, and my story with Mai Mai continued. If I could put a time limit on this ordinary friendship, I would hope it would be ten thousand years!

This humble piece is dedicated to the woman I love.

[The End]

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