That Night

Meeting Yi was truly a coincidence. In early 2005, I had just returned from Shenzhen and

was unemployed at home because I hadn't settled on a job yet. My daily routine consisted of checking on

the house and surfing the internet. I would stay online until late at night, then wake up around noon to check on the renovation progress,

and then sit down at the computer. I remember it was late March, past 11 pm, and I was feeling a bit tired and about

to shut down the computer and go to bed when I received a message from a woman on QQ: "I'm just an ordinary person, and

it's lucky that I met you." That's how I met Yi.

We started chatting on QQ, initially sharing simple jokes and talking about our lives. I learned she

was married with a two-year-old son, and her husband often stayed out all night playing cards. Her life was simple:

going to work, coming home, and taking her son to her mother-in-law's house. She spent most of her time playing cards online. We chatted for

a few days, exchanging casual remarks. I learned that her husband was the first man she had ever known, and

the only man she had ever been with. She had gotten pregnant while dating and then married him immediately. Gradually, she also

learned about my background. Later, we video-chatted online, and I was shocked by how young she was.

I later learned she was only twenty-four. We continued chatting and gradually became familiar, eventually talking about the popular practice of meeting

people online . I asked her, "Will you come to see me?" She was silent for a long time, then asked for my phone number.

A few days passed at a leisurely pace. One weekend morning, I received a text message from her:

"I'm going to Hangzhou to see my cousin today, and I thought I'd stop by your place and see you." I saw her at the station entrance.

She was about 168 cm tall, wearing a light blue dress, with long hair, high heels, and a small bag. I was

captivated by her charm. Although she looked a little tired from her hour-and-a-half-long journey, her fair skin, bright

eyes, and beautiful voice were striking. She noticed me staring at her and seemed a little shy. I knew I

'd overreacted, so I suggested we go eat together and chat.

We found a Western restaurant, ordered two steaks and drinks, and started eating slowly. Perhaps she'd never

eaten , because she seemed quite awkward. I asked if she wanted any desserts, but she just smiled and shook her head.

To be honest, her smile was captivating. I learned roughly why she was visiting: she was going to Hangzhou to

see her cousin and was passing by my place because she wanted to see what the person she'd chatted with online looked like, so despite her hesitation, she

came anyway. So I smiled and asked her if she was disappointed to see me. Her face turned bright red; I couldn't believe she was already

a mother of a two-year-old.

After about an hour and a half of eating, I suggested we take a walk along the street, and she agreed. Because it was

the weekend and the streets were crowded, I suggested we go sing karaoke. There were always buses to Hangzhou, even late at night. I took her

hand and we looked for a taxi. She was a little shy and tried to pull her hand away, but she didn't let go. We found

a karaoke room, and she just listened to me sing, clapping softly. So I ordered a love song

duet and sat next to her. When I put my arm around her waist, she leaned on my shoulder.

It was probably past four o'clock when her cousin called to ask where she was and if she had gotten on the bus. She

spoke quietly to her cousin with her back to me, and because the music was a bit loud, I didn't hear her. Later, she said, "Let's go, I

have to go to Hangzhou." So I said, "I'll take you to the station." We walked together from the karaoke room to the bus station. I asked her

if she could skip it. She looked at me and said, "You can come see me again next time." So I saw her onto the bus, feeling a little

disappointed . I slowly lit a cigarette and walked home.

My phone rang. It was Yi calling. She said she got on the bus and got off after two stops because she didn't want to see me looking so

disappointed . Two blocks later, I saw Yi waiting for me, her face flushed crimson, avoiding eye contact.

We found a small restaurant to eat at, and by the time we finished, it was quite dark. I offered to find her a hotel, but she neither

agreed nor refused. I immediately suspected she was hesitating.

We got a room, sat on separate beds, and chatted. I felt she was also watching TV absentmindedly. Time flew by

, and it was almost 10:30. She asked me, "Are you okay not going home?" I said, "No, I'm fine, because

nobody cares ." I started taking off my clothes and told her I was going to take a shower. After showering, I came out wrapped in a towel.

I felt her gaze was unfocused, and she was still blushing and avoiding my eyes. "Go take a shower," I said. She

nodded and went to shower too.

When she came out, she was also only wrapped in a towel and shyly went to another bed, covering herself with the blanket.

After talking for a while, I said, "Should we turn off the light?" "It's okay, I actually like it with the light on," she said. "

Okay ," I replied, and went over to her bed to start kissing her.

Her lips were a little cold, her thin lips gently brushing against mine. I wrapped my arms around her back and slowly

kissed ... her lips... her eyes... her ears... her neck... She closed her eyes, silently inhaling, her breath slowly becoming

rapid.

I lifted her bath towel, revealing a snow-white body before me. Her breasts weren't large, perhaps because she had given birth

, but her nipples were gently erect. Her legs were simply perfect, slender yet not bony. Her pubic hair was fine and sparse. I

continued kissing downwards, her breasts, abdomen, the outside of her thighs, her knees, her calves... At each place, she

couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her voice so alluring. I then slowly began kissing upwards along the inside of her thighs,

stopping at her clitoris, which was already flowing with moisture. I teased the area around it with the tip of my tongue, and she

let out an "Ah." "What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?" I asked deliberately. “You, you bad guy!” she laughed and cursed.

My tongue continued to tease her labia majora. Her legs began to close, clamping my head between them. My tongue

began to penetrate deeper; her taste was light, like a virgin's. I teased her clitoris, and with each movement, she

would squeeze me tightly. Soon, my lips were wet.

“Is it your safe period?” I asked. “It’s okay, I have an IUD,” she said.

Entering her body was a wonderful feeling: without any assistance, my already hard penis slid down

her thighs into her vagina. There was some resistance at first because her vagina was a little small. I liked that

feeling. Later, she said she had a C-section.

I liked the feeling of making love with her. She wasn’t the type to moan loudly, but those soft sounds

were so intoxicating, even more arousing. Unlike the women I had slept with before, her vagina was even smaller.

Even smoother. I could feel my penis reaching her cervix after entering. With another gentle thrust, she

cried out, "Too deep!" I smiled and kissed her. I began to slowly thrust in and out, first shallowly,

rubbing the back of my penis against her wet clitoris. With each withdrawal, she let out a soft moan. After about five minutes,

she began to succumb. She hugged my waist and pressed down hard. Only then did I begin to penetrate deeply, and she

didn't feel it was too deep. I enjoyed the tight embrace of her smooth vagina and the warmth of her fluids, as well as

the slight trembling of her body, her lower body responding to my penetration.

We changed positions; I sat up, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, so I could see her

entire front, her thighs, and the process of my penis entering and exiting her body. This position excited me the most. She twisted her body,

her moans growing louder, "Ah...ah..." The louder she cried, the more powerful my thrusts became. The bed rocked gently,

making a sexy creaking sound.

"Let's do it from behind," I said.

"How do we go from here?" she asked me innocently.

I couldn't help but laugh; it seemed her man hadn't taught her much. Following my hand-holding position, she

knelt down on the edge of the bed. Her buttocks weren't large, but they were fair and smooth. I stroked them and

inserted my penis from behind.

"Oh my god, so deep!" she cried out from the front.

"Yes, feel it, is it comfortable?" I said, and started thrusting again.

This time she finally let go. In less than 10 minutes, she stopped crying out, her upper body limp on the bed,

no longer responding to my thrusts. I gently patted her buttocks, making her lie down. She slumped onto the bed,

unable to move her limbs.

I leaned down and lay beside her.

"How was it? Still okay?" I asked with a smile.

She weakly waved her hands, finally managing to say, "...Oh my god, you're really... amazing."

I liked this feeling. Many women had said similar things before, but I didn't appreciate it, because

all I needed was their vaginas. This one was different; I really liked this woman.

"Can we continue?" I asked mischievously.

"Aren't you done yet?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"No," I laughed.

"Oh..." she sighed, then laughed too, "How are you so amazing!" (Later I

learned that her husband had been perfunctory during sex with her for the past two years, finishing in just a few minutes.)

I entered her again, this shy woman... About 20 minutes later, she said,

"I can't take it anymore." I could also sense that she really couldn't take it anymore; her limbs were weak. So I thrust a few more times and

ejaculated . She immediately hugged my waist, letting my semen flow into her body. Then, I lay on

top of her, letting my still-erect penis remain inside her, slowly softening and sliding out.

It was a perfect sexual encounter, lasting about an hour. We did it several more times afterward, whenever my penis

got hard. I don't remember how many times we did it before dawn, only that each time she

was almost fainting, but she didn't refuse my embrace and entry. At dawn, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, she angrily punched my shoulder, "You hurt me!"

"Really? Where does it hurt?" I asked deliberately.

"You're so mean! Now I can barely walk," she said, feigning anger and shyness.

That noon, Yi and I had lunch together, and then she bought a train ticket to Hangzhou. A few days later, I

couldn't find her name on QQ anymore; I guessed she had blocked me. As if by prior arrangement,

we didn't contact each other again. Sometimes I think that I might

never experience that feeling again—making love with a strange woman.

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