That night I met you, the shy one.

That night I met you, the shy girl.

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

unemployed at home because my work wasn't settled yet. My daily routine consisted of checking on the house the renovation company was working on

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 in front of the computer. I remember it was late March, past 11 pm. I was feeling a bit listless and preparing to

shut the computer and go to bed when a woman's message popped up on my QQ: "I'm just an ordinary person, but meeting you is

lucky." That's how I met Yi.

We started chatting on QQ, initially sharing simple jokes and talking about each other. 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. The thing she did most was play 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 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 presence

. Although she looked a little tired from her hour-and-a-half-long journey, her skin was very fair, her eyes were bright,

and her voice was very pleasant. 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 about her visit: she was going to Hangzhou to see

her cousin and was passing through my area because she wanted to see what the person she'd chatted with online was 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- .

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

the weekend 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 started looking for a taxi. She was a little shy and tried to pull her hand away, but ultimately didn't let go. We found

a karaoke room to sing. She just listened to me sing and clapped softly the whole time. So I ordered a love duet

and sat next to her to sing. 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 boarded 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 bus station." We walked together from the karaoke room to the bus stop. I asked her

if she could not come. 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. She said she got on the bus but got off after two stops because she didn't want to see me looking

so down. Two blocks later, I saw Yi waiting for me, her face flushed, avoiding my gaze.

We found a small restaurant to eat at, and by the time we finished, it was already 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 noticed she was watching TV absentmindedly. Time flew by

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

nobody's watching me." 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 chatting for a while, I said, "Should we turn off the light?" "It's okay, I actually like the light on," she said. "

Okay ," I replied, and went to her bed to kiss 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…eyes…ears…neck… She closed her eyes, silently inhaling, her breath gradually becoming

rapid.

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

, but the 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, outer thighs, knees, calves…At each spot, she

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

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

let out a soft "Ah." "What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?" I asked deliberately. "You, you bad boy!" she laughed and scolded.

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 delicate, like that of a virgin. 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 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 told me she had a C-section.

I loved making love with her. She wasn't the type to moan loudly, but the soft sounds...

She was so intoxicated, it made my blood boil. Unlike the women I'd made love to before, her vagina was smaller and

smoother. I could feel my penis reaching her cervix as it entered. 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 became dazed. She hugged my waist and pressed down hard. Only then did I begin to penetrate deeper, and she

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

the slight trembling of her body as her lower body welcomed my penetration.

We changed positions; I sat up and lifted 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 was gently rocking,

making a sexy creaking sound.

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

"How do I do it from behind?" she asked innocently.

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

knelt down on the edge of the bed. Her buttocks weren't large, but they were white 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 began 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 collapsed 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, laughing 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 re-entered her body, 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 a few more times afterward; basically, I started whenever my penis

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

was almost fainting, yet she didn't resist my embrace. At daybreak, 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 naughty, now I can't even walk straight," she said shyly, feigning anger.

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 my QQ anymore; I guessed she had blocked me. As if by prior arrangement, we

didn't contact each other again. Sometimes I think, having sex with a strange woman like that, I may

never experience it again.

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