Peach Blossom Girl by the Peach Blossom River

Seeing many posts from fellow enthusiasts about "top-tier" girls makes me quite envious. Looking back on my years in the business world ,

I've encountered quite a few, though I didn't give them much thought back then. Now I'll share my

experience; I won't judge whether they're "top-tier" or not, you can judge for yourselves.

Several years ago, I was appointed by the board of directors of a group company to be an investment advisor for a Thai-Chinese businessman in mainland China

, and also served as a Hakka translator. The Thai businessman, surnamed Huang, was around 65 years old. His family had lived in Thailand for three generations,

and aside from still being able to speak a few words of Hakka, he was basically assimilated into Thai culture. Before retiring, he had been the police commissioner of a region

in northern , wielding considerable influence and amassing a fortune. After the Cambodian war, he

started doing business in Cambodia, involving both trade and investment. I don't know much about the specifics, only that he came to mainland China

to build a sewing machine factory in Cambodia (actually importing parts from China, assembling them there, and labeling them), and

was looking for partners in mainland China (to purchase parts). We didn't spend much time together, but we traveled to Shanghai (Flying Man brand),

Xi'an (Standard brand), Yiyang, Hunan (a joint venture factory for Standard brand in Xi'an), Tianjin, and other places.

Let me tell you about what happened in Yiyang, Hunan!

We went to Yiyang in late spring or early summer and stayed at the municipal government hotel, which was quite nice. The person in charge of our reception

was the deputy director of the Municipal Economic Commission in charge of light industry (whose name I'll omit, but we'll call him "the landlord"). The landlord

put a lot of effort into the reception. On the first night, we had a city tour and watched song and dance performances, but it didn't suit Mr. Huang's taste, and he wanted to leave

before it was even halfway through. The landlord was puzzled, worried that a poor reception would cost him business, and kept asking me

what to do. At the time, I lacked experience and genuinely didn't know what to do; secondly,

I was unfamiliar with the area and its people; and thirdly, as an investment advisor, I didn't want to meddle. After the evening's activities, I asked

Mr. Huang how he felt about Yiyang (the landlord was still waiting for me in another room to relay a message). Huang said: "It's alright,

the prices are lower than other factories, so it's profitable." I then asked: "Why weren't you interested in the activities arranged for the evening?" He said

, "These are far inferior to Thailand." Then he asked if I could ask them to arrange a trip to Taojiang.

I was puzzled and asked him what he wanted to see. He said he wanted to see the place where Qu Yuan drowned himself, and also the legendary beauty of Taojiang.

I then understood what he meant. I told him we'd go tomorrow, and I'd make the arrangements.

I then told the landlord about Mr. Huang's request. The landlord hesitated for a moment and said, "I originally had plans, but

after reporting to the mayor, I was afraid it would have a negative impact because it was a government reception (much stronger than the current government), so I didn't dare to implement them.

Since that's the case, I'll have the factory arrange it tomorrow, as Mr. Huang said, as long as the business is done."

The next morning, the landlord and I, accompanied by people from the factory, went to Taojiang. The scenery along the way was beautiful, with mountains and rivers, and

vast bamboo forests like an ocean, blocking out the sun, refreshing and pleasant, with a fragrant aroma wafting from afar.

We saw what we wanted to see and ate what we wanted to eat, but we didn't see the legendary beauties, which both Mr. Huang and I found

strange . On the way back, we came to a nearly deserted market. Among the people there were some

beautiful young women, each one pure and charming; of medium height, slender, with delicate faces and

fair skin—truly captivating. They were clearly beauties, a

rare sight elsewhere. However, they left after a short while, and I could see Mr. Huang's utter disappointment.

Back home, I eagerly asked the landlord why he was back so soon.

He gave me a sly smile and said, "What did you think of them?"

I replied, "They truly lived up to their reputation; the mountains, the water, and the women were all beautiful."

He said, "You'll have to help with the cooperation; we're all Chinese, after all."

I said, "Whether the business goes through or not is up to Mr. Huang. I know what I should say and do."

The landlord then added, "I've arranged everything this afternoon. Now I have to go to a meeting. You all

have a !

" The landlord was right. Dinner was arranged in the hotel's small restaurant. Unlike before, besides the two of us and

the factory director, there were four other young women accompanying us. My eyes immediately lit up. Looking at these four beauties, they

were even more stunning than the ones I had seen at the market that afternoon. My first impression of them was that they were very unique,

as if been carefully selected from a pool of beauties. Each one was presentable and had her own distinctive features. Although they were dressed as peasant girls

with light makeup, they had a unique temperament, were polite and poised, and seemed well-trained. They were very

charming . Boss Huang's eyes lit up, and he started talking more (no one could understand him). I had no mind to translate, and I even

forgot what I was eating. My eyes were practically glued to the young women. I think this is probably not because I'm immature,

but because the alluring beauties in front of me made me lose my self-control.

Dinner was just a formality; the real show was yet to come. The two of us each took the young women we liked to the hotel's karaoke bar.

The section chief whispered a few words in my ear, then left with the other two young women. The head waiter poured us

some tea with a bamboo-leaf aroma, then quietly slipped away. There were only the four of us in the entire hall (the dance hall

didn't have private rooms back then), and we danced for a while in the dim light. Mr. Huang felt dancing wasn't enough,

so he ordered a bottle of foreign liquor and drank with great enthusiasm. I, however, am a heavy drinker and refused to drink. He continued drinking and

singing, but no one could understand him.

In the sofa that could fit two people, a young woman gently held my arm, her upper body close to my shoulder,

saying very little; I touched her hair, pinched her cheek, and we smiled at each other—she was truly captivating. I always felt that

our intimacy contained a kind of romantic tenderness. Without alcohol, I became more talkative, but it was always me asking

a question and her answering; if she couldn't answer, she would just smile at me and hold my arm tighter.

The two young women and I didn't drink much; Mr. Huang practically finished the entire bottle of foreign liquor. It wasn't even nine o'clock

when he started insisting on taking the girls back to their room to rest. I didn't want to stop him, so I said goodnight and let him go. The girls and I continued

with our activities. From the girls accompanying me, I learned some things. All four of them were indeed from Taojiang.

They had been picked up by a private car that afternoon, and their task was to host foreign investors coming to Yiyang. They were students at

a local vocational school similar to a tourism (or arts) school, with a stable income;

they attended classes and participated in reception duties when needed. After graduation, they were generally assigned to hotels in the provincial capital or higher-level reception units.

The girl was called Xiaohui; she was not yet twenty years old, and spoke softly, without a trace of the fiery Hunanese accent. I remember...

When I was little (around ten years old), I went to the south with my parents. I not only enjoyed the beautiful scenery but also learned a little about

what beautiful women were like. From then on, I developed a strange fascination with the beauties of Suzhou and Hangzhou (sorry, I'm

embarrassed to say this). I never imagined that so many years later, in a remote mountain village in Hunan, I would meet a Hunan girl who was just as beautiful as any of the beauties from

Suzhou and Hangzhou. I felt a surge of emotion, secretly lamenting my youthful ignorance.

I held Xiaohui in my arms, feeling her breasts rise and fall with my heartbeat. Her warm breath

gently brushed against my shoulder blades, tickling and very comfortable. I also used my lips to tease her earlobe and eyelids. After a few moments, she

couldn't hold back anymore, giggling and turning her head away from my teasing. At this point, I would hold her even tighter and tighter.

Mr. Huang and I stayed in a high-end suite at the hotel. The room was spacious, the furniture and decorations were exquisite, all in an antique style

, and the bed was exceptionally large, neither too soft nor too firm, very comfortable to sleep on.

After entering the room, Xiaohui went to the bathroom first. I took off my coat and sat on the sofa in the outer reception room, watching

TV while waiting for her. She came out after a long time, a smile on her face, and said, "I've prepared the bath water, go ahead and take a shower.

" I didn't stand on ceremony and went into the bathroom. Just as I was about to close the door, Xiao Hui followed me in. She spoke a little awkwardly: "Sir,

shall I help you shower?"

She stared at me blankly. I was taken aback at first, then looked at her carefully, trying to discern from her eyes whether she was doing it

willingly or out of professional necessity. What I saw stunned me. It was a

face of pure innocence, with regular features, delicate eyebrows, and two expressive eyes that sparkled brightly.

In an instant, a feeling of love welled up within me. I turned around and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately. She also wrapped her arms

around my waist, responding to my kisses enthusiastically, but her somewhat clumsy oral movements surprised me.

I took off my clothes and showered first, and she came in after me to wash my back and apply shower gel. Her hands were long and soft; a few touches

were enough to make me feel hot all over, my desire burning uncontrollably. My penis was already erect, and it was almost noon. When

we both got into the bathtub, she lay half-reclined in my arms with her back to me. My hard penis pressed against her waist,

and my hands greedily kneaded her full, well-developed breasts and slightly protruding nipples, letting her

struggle . Her skin was as white as snow, soft and smooth, the best I had ever seen in a woman (except for my wife,

who, though older, still had the same youthful skin). Her upper body was covered with glistening water droplets,

shimmering , utterly captivating; no man could resist her allure.

After some playful banter, she first wrapped herself in a towel, then wrapped me in one too, and thoughtfully helped me put on my shoes,

opened the door, and led me to bed.

(To be continued)

She lifted the towel, her eyes fixed on the chandelier on the ceiling, and lay there silently. When her body

was laid bare before me, I was stunned by her breathtaking beauty. This was no ordinary escort

; she was a work of art to be admired.

Her breasts were slightly small for her size, set close together, with pale areolas and slightly

protruding nipples, a clear indication of her mature womanhood. Her flat stomach was flawless,

smooth as jade, and even her seemingly insignificant navel was exquisitely beautiful.

A few sparse pubic hairs dotted her high mons pubis, giving it a somewhat desolate appearance, and her vulva was fully visible. I repeatedly

admired and caressed every small part of her body, including her subtly hidden labia minora, clitoris, and the vaginal opening glistening with

vaginal fluid .

She lay there naturally and peacefully, showing no physiological

reaction , no moaning or lewd behavior I had hoped to hear or see. I began to feel a deep respect for her, and

a sense of tenderness and pity overwhelmed me. Lust vanished amidst the exquisite appreciation, and my penis softened, the sheets

damp with arousal fluid. Her beauty was enough to secure her the most desirable husband in the world,

and countless men would fall for her, yet now she lay quietly on the bed, awaiting

the ravaging of a stranger. She was so innocent and pure, so serene and natural; his faint indifference and physical

numbness expressed her helplessness and silent resistance to life.

I lay beside her on the bed, stroking her hand, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word. Seeing my reaction, she

seemed a little surprised, turning to lie on her side beside me, one hand touching my thick pubic hair, looking at

me with a puzzled expression. I turned to look at her, our eyes met, and she smiled shyly, throwing herself into my arms. The exchange of glances

revealed the subtle psychological changes deep within her; the simple act of throwing herself into my arms also revealed

the physiological needs of a young girl just beginning to experience the ways of the world.

My hardened penis pressed against her fingers, and she began to gently stroke them, her tongue

tracing . I stroked her smooth back, observing the changes in her body and expression. She maintained a smile

(though she was charming even without it), her tongue and fingers appearing clumsy. Although she was earnest and trying hard,

she just couldn't get the hang of it; she was clearly a novice. I knew her initiative had reached its limit; now it was my turn to take the initiative.

I rolled over and pressed myself against her, taking turns sucking on her two erect nipples, eliciting bursts of laughter from her as she curled up

into a ball . While her curled-up body could withstand the frontal assault, my fingers traced along her buttocks from behind, reaching

her vaginal opening, and slowly inserted themselves, aided by her vaginal lubrication. Her laughter suddenly stopped, and she looked at me blankly. Whether

it was shyness or the strange sensation of my fingers being inserted, her body trembled slightly. I wrapped one arm around her

neck , kissing her tantalizingly close lips, while the other hand lifted her legs, covering her mons

pubis with my entire palm, my fingertips, glistening with vaginal fluid, gently rubbing her clitoris and labia minora. She reacted quickly, her eyes

closed, her breathing rapid, her lower body writhing, and she moaned softly. Seeing the moment was right, I looked at my already swollen

, purplish glans, and gently inserted it. Even so, she still winced, her body tense

as she pushed against my approaching body.

I told her not to be nervous, I would go in gently.

She opened her eyes to look at me, as if pleading, yet also expectant, and nodded, her body relaxing considerably,

her hands instead gently wrapping around my lower back. I leaned down, supporting myself on my elbows, and placed my hands behind her back on her

shoulders, kissing her unadorned eyebrows and long eyelashes to distract her, my penis...

I started pushing deeper, and the ample lubrication made it take several attempts to fully penetrate her. She wasn't a virgin, but

her vagina was very tight. She was wet enough, but not to the point of overflowing. My not-so-large penis fit perfectly,

completely enveloped from the glans to the base. Her body was completely relaxed and comfortable, and only then did I begin to slowly thrust in and out.

At that time, I was already a seasoned pro, having slept with countless women. However, today's experience

was completely different. That period of careful observation and tender caressing taught me many new things. In the past

, whether was from a respectable family or a prostitute, I would thrust in and out relentlessly, at most catering to her position or

movement preferences, treating ejaculation as the mark of conquest. The result was that I was exhausted, and I had no time or

opportunity to savor the woman I had conquered. Sometimes I would have sex several times a night, and by morning I couldn't even remember what she

felt like. To my shame, despite having slept with a considerable number of women, I can't really offer any experience or insights. Actually,

when you're young, it's all about the thrill, the physical exertion, and the quantity. Only with age can

you gradually appreciate the true essence of enjoying a woman.

Having already savored her exterior, now it's time to explore her interior. I didn't treat her

like I'd with women in the past; instead, I thrust gently and rhythmically. I knew she was a novice, and excessive

force would hurt her, causing her psychological fear. Without her cooperation, there would be no pleasure for me.

Her vaginal lubrication increased, becoming increasingly smooth, reducing the resistance to my penis's entry and exit. Sometimes,

I could hear the sounds of my penis rubbing against her vagina, releasing her fluids. She also willingly opened her legs,

gently swaying them in rhythm with my thrusts. I began to savor the wonderful feeling of my penis inside her vagina. The pleasurable

tightness was incomparable to the simple stimulation I had experienced before. I finally understood that sexual stimulation not only

excites the brain but, more importantly, brings physical and mental pleasure and satisfaction—the

ultimate experience a man seeks.

Seeing that she had gotten used to it, my penis started moving restlessly again, swaying up and down and side to side. The bad habit was hard to break;

my wolfish nature remained. At first, she only brought her legs together and arched her back, preventing me from penetrating too deeply. After a while, she

frowned, hugged me, and cried out in pain.

I quickly returned to my original position, slowed down, and asked her, "Not used to it?"

She avoided my gaze and whispered, "It hurts if it goes too deep."

I asked again, "Is it comfortable?" She shook her head. Then she asked me, "Are you comfortable?"

I said, "Of course it's comfortable. Shall I make you comfortable too?"

She shook her head again: "I don't want comfort. I wish my sister came. She often has reception duties and knows everything.

This is my first time out here."

I was surprised and speechless, stopping my thrusting and staring blankly at her youthful face.

Seeing me looking at her like that, she was a little embarrassed and smiled, saying, "I'm already twenty. It's time for me to go out

and make my way in the world. My sister and her classmates also graduated before they were twenty. The principal said she could be assigned to

Beijing ."

My hopes of getting her to perform oral sex on me were dashed, and I couldn't put her through that. I comforted her, saying, "I

'll try to be gentle. Just bear with it a little longer, and we'll go to sleep together.

" She said, "If you don't shake, it won't hurt. In the past, it hurt inside when I did it, but today it's been going on for a while, and the outside

hurts more than the inside.

" I said, "I know. It's because your vagina is too tight. I can't move around much inside, so I'm trying to stretch it open."

She unconsciously pulled her legs together slightly, looking at me without saying a word.

I stuck to my steady approach and finished in half an hour. Although I

still , she didn't cry out in pain again; I think she endured it. When I pulled out my penis and

ejaculated onto her breasts, she closed her eyes tightly, shook her head, and dodged, her facial expression strange, as if she were frightened.

Compared to the women I've been with before, Xiaohui's vagina is indeed unique. I wanted to reinsert my

penis already ejaculated, into her wet vagina, but it felt like it was locked. Every little bit of penetration required

a lot of effort, and there was no feeling of it being stretched open. It was then that I clearly realized that women's sexual organs not only

differ in appearance, but also internally. From then on, I also began to appreciate the differences in women's vaginas, and of course, I

rarely encountered women like Xiaohui again.

The next day, Xiaohui had breakfast with us and then left. Before leaving, she politely came over and

shook my hand, saying, "I wish you success in your business and a successful cooperation."

The business deal in Yiyang was finalized. Boss Huang was very satisfied, the city was very satisfied, and of course, I was even more satisfied.

Two years later, Boss Huang came to China again and died of a sudden heart attack in a hospital in Guangzhou. I represented

the group company at his cremation ceremony and escorted his ashes to the Luohu Port in Shenzhen.

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