Meeting in Suzhou

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instructions from my superiors, I was to go to Suzhou immediately today to handle a foreign-related dispute. I called Ana, saying I couldn't go to Shanghai and asked if she could come to Suzhou instead. She paused for a moment, then said softly, "Okay, I've been waiting for you in Shanghai for two days now, and I haven't heard from you. I was worried sick, wondering what happened to you."

The Suzhou Xishan Hotel is located in the ancient town of Xishan, Dongting Lake, adjacent to the scenic spots of Linwu Cave and Shigong Mountain, and facing Peach Blossom Wonderland across the lake. Overlooking the vast expanse of Taihu Lake, gazing out the window, surrounded by verdant mountains and peaks, the scenery is breathtaking, like a fairyland. The spacious lobby exudes grandeur, with a bronze staircase railing winding upwards. I sat in the assistant manager's chair, waiting for her.

A chilly autumn wind swept through the air, whipping up fallen leaves that rustled and swirled in the breeze. Autumn colors were already in full bloom, but they couldn't dampen the lover's enthusiasm or his patience.

At nine o'clock in the morning, she arrived as promised, wearing a red wool short-sleeved shirt with white stripes, a beige long skirt with large checks, and carrying a white handbag I already knew well. She walked gracefully towards me. We smiled at each other without saying a word. She followed me into the elevator, finally letting out a sigh of relief. She nudged me with her lips, her gaze full of tenderness: "Where are they?"

I smiled and replied, "The factory took them. I made an excuse to go to a classmate's house."

She said, "You're such a good liar."

I said, "Just don't hurt people when you lie."

She asked, "Have you finished your business?"

I smiled faintly and said, "It was a simple matter, but it completely baffled those foreigners. They don't understand the Chinese situation."

As soon as we entered, she smiled and gave me a kiss, becoming affectionate. I told her, "Take a shower first."

The water splashed, and after a while, she emerged with a snow-white towel wrapped around her chest, casually lying on the bed. A blanket covered her lower body, revealing her blue bra. I looked at her admiringly. I gave her a box of Australian lanolin, something I'd mentioned before. She pouted at me, and I stroked her youthful, radiant face, saying, "I want to know your real name."

She said coquettishly, "Didn't I already tell you?"

I said, "I didn't hear you clearly then."

She poked my forehead with her slender finger, saying, "Silly boy, I said I won't tell you!"

I said, "Really won't tell? Then I'll tickle you."

She said coquettishly, "I just won't tell."

So I reached out and deliberately made ticklish "haha" sounds, tickling her waist and armpits, making her giggle and roll around on the bed, but she still wouldn't tell me. I unhooked her bra from behind and tossed the blue, gold-trimmed bra onto another bed. Her full breasts perked up excitedly. I licked her sensitive nipples with the tip of my tongue and then took them into my lips, making her unbearably itchy. She begged for mercy, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

I climbed on top of her, stopping my roguish hands, and cupped her beautiful face in my hands. She gasped, "Dong Meng. The grass radical, with the character 'Ming' below it." Then she kissed me deeply.

I took off my clothes and kissed her gently and passionately. I kissed her breasts gently, licking her nipples tenderly with the tip of my tongue. She watched my actions intently. Soon, she couldn't bear this loving embrace and said, "No, I can't take it."

I pressed my entire body against hers, kissing her passionately while pressing one leg between her legs, rubbing her forcefully and rhythmically. She quickly became excited, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. I said, "I want to see your little sister," and actually turned around, pulling off the towel on her body. I saw that she was wearing a pink, see-through bikini bottom, very sexy.

I reached out and ran my hand through the gaps in her lace, tracing the soft pubic hair. "So sexy," I said, "I've never seen this before."

She replied passionately, "It's for summer."

I pulled off her ample panties and eagerly spread her long legs, revealing her beautiful vulva. The pink petals were slightly closed, moistened by her love juices, shimmering alluringly under the light. Touching her full breasts, I felt an indescribable shyness. She closed her legs, repeatedly saying, "No, no."

Not wanting me to look any longer, I gently stroked her with my fingers, drawing soft circles. Overwhelmed by passion, she gasped for breath. I could no longer control myself and plunged into her most mysterious valley. She kissed me hastily, her lively tongue darting in and out, while below we rhythmically made love, pouring out our love.

She gasped softly, moaning "Mmm...mmm..." Ignoring her, I continued my actions. She gripped my buttocks tightly, her movements rhythmic, following my rise and fall, gradually increasing in speed. Unable to resist the urge,

I held her tightly, and she held me just as tightly, thrusting towards the climax. As thousands of my climaxes joyfully surged into her body, she cried out "Ah!" in pleasure, then fainted as if the world was spinning, followed by a series of convulsive spasms, rhythmically throbbing with pleasure... We embraced, slowly calming down

from the peak of pleasure, showering in the bathroom, and then comfortably lying back on the bed. I checked my watch; it was already 11:30. I got up to help her get dressed, and she followed suit, going to the bathroom to wash and groom herself.

I leaned against the bathroom door, a cigarette dangling from my lips, watching her get ready with great pleasure. It was a unique kind of enjoyment. I couldn't resist embracing her from behind, her fragrant hair swaying against her neck. She turned and gave me a light kiss, and we went hand in hand to the restaurant for lunch.

I ordered a plate of lobster and a casserole; she ordered a braised abalone with dumplings, a plate of vegetables, a plate of tofu, several cold dishes, and two cans of Tsingtao beer. We drank and chatted.

She said, "I took the tour guide exam last week."

This news came like a thunderclap, and I immediately became excited: she was finally listening to me! I quickly asked, "How did the exam go?"

She smiled and said, "I think it went alright. I studied for three whole months, attending classes during the day and working at a dance hall at night. It was so tough, so tough!"

I launched into a profound statement: "No pain, no gain. There's joy in hardship!"

She was moved by my enthusiasm and said, "Yes, for the future, this is the only way."

I raised my glass and clinked it with hers: "Good luck."

After dinner, we took a taxi to the famous Tiger Hill. Hailed as the premier scenic spot in Wuzhong, looking out over Tiger Hill, a solitary ancient pagoda stands out amidst the greenery. She hesitantly guessed, "Is that the Yunyan Temple Pagoda?"

Having a bit of a history fascination, I asked, "Do you know its origins?"

She pondered for a moment, "Probably from the Song Dynasty!"

My mind raced, and I boasted of my knowledge, "The pagoda was first built in the sixth year of the Xiande era of the Later Zhou Dynasty during the Five Dynasties period, and completed in the second year of the Jianlong era of the Song Dynasty. It has a history of 1800 years, with seven stories and a height of 47.7 meters." Just then, a flock of herons flew overhead, gathering at Tiger Hill, perching on the bamboo groves, and hovering around the ancient pagoda, their black huddle swaying and calling out in a magnificent display. She exclaimed in surprise, "It's amazing! This is the ancient poem about 'thousands of egrets accompanying the ancient pagoda'!"

Tiger Hill, also known as Haiyong Hill, is only about fifty meters high, a truly small hill. Ana put her arm around my shoulder and asked, "How did such an inconspicuous little hill become famous?"

I said, “Back in the Spring and Autumn Period, King Helü of Wu was buried in the mountains. Ten thousand people built his tomb, using soil taken from a lake, and mercury was poured over his body. The pit was filled with gold and silver. After three days of burial, a white tiger crouched on the tomb, hence the name Tiger Hill.”

“Ah, I recall a story. When Qin Shi Huang toured the east, he came here to find the three thousand precious swords, including Bianzhu and Yuchang, which were buried with Helü. Just as he was about to excavate, he saw a tiger crouching on the tomb. The First Emperor drew his sword to strike the tiger, but missed, instead hitting a stone. The tiger fled westward. The First Emperor didn't find the swords, but the stone he accidentally struck cracked and formed a pool, hence the name Sword Pool.”

I was deeply moved by her wisdom and spontaneously recited a poem by Fang Cuogou of the Song Dynasty: "The sea surges up the flat fields, the Zen gate stands amidst ancient trees. Leaving the city, one first sees the pagoda; entering the temple, one begins to climb the mountain." Without hesitation, she continued reciting: "The hall is quiet as the monks disperse, the nest is noisy as the young cranes return. The First Emperor sought the precious sword, and once carved Yanzi here."

I was utterly captivated. To have such a rare and beautiful confidante by my side was enough for this lifetime!

After half a day of sightseeing, still full of enthusiasm, we had dinner, and I said, "Will you dance with me tonight?" I admired her elegant dance moves, but I lacked the talent in that area and feared she would laugh at me, so I never dared to invite her. She gave me a mischievous smile: "Call me Master."

I kissed her rosy cheek: "Teacher Dong, your student greets you." She led me by the hand to a private room in the dance hall. A waitress lit two red candles and brought fruit. The dim red candlelight illuminated the small room, creating a warm and gentle atmosphere, making her face even more radiant.

We danced a few songs in the dance hall and then returned to the small room, letting her sing as she pleased. Before we knew it, it was eleven o'clock. We finally returned to our room.

She took off her clothes, revealing her beautiful naked body, and went to shower first. After I finished showering, I saw her covered with a blanket, revealing a blue bra, lying on the bed watching television. I lay down next to her wearing only my underwear, and she immediately kissed me. I pounced on her, pinned her down, and we quickly began a passionate kiss, our lips entwined and intertwined. The sweet, fragrant saliva made me feel intoxicated,

and we made soft, squelching kisses that made us both laugh. She asked me like a teacher, "What's my name?"

I said, "Dong Meng."

She then asked, "How old are you?"

I proudly replied, "25. My birthday is February 23rd, the same as mine, so don't even bother remembering it." Our birthdays were on the same day, February 23rd—what a coincidence! Was it fate, arranged by heaven in the dark?

She said, "I had my fortune told. The fortune teller said I have a very hard life, but he wouldn't say anything more, no matter what."

I awkwardly acted like a pastor or elder, sometimes making the sign of the cross, sometimes putting my hands together and saying, "Buddha is in my heart, God bless you."

She laughed uncontrollably, saying, "You've really broadened my horizons." Then she kissed me again, our tongues passionately entwined.

I inserted my leg between hers and rubbed it vigorously. She couldn't resist my intense stimulation and kissed me forcefully, her tongue darting out, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. When we parted from the passionate kiss, she whispered in a trembling voice, "I want it, I want it..." and pulled down my underwear, touching my erect penis. We became one.

Because we had just made love that afternoon, I had plenty of stamina. We both longed to merge into each other, becoming inseparable lovers. I was calm and powerful, steady and strong, thrusting and grinding for a long time. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, her hands gripping my buttocks, which only made her thrust into me more forcefully, while she began to moan softly, "Ah...ah..." followed by "Ouch...ouch..."

Suddenly, she began to contract rhythmically...she had already experienced a surge of pleasure, her whole body becoming even more supple, her hands resting limply on my waist.

I continued my movements, powerful and rhythmic, stimulating her. Her knees were bent, her feet braced on the bed, and she thrust her hips upwards, matching my movements, endlessly pounding, grinding, and moving... I felt a dull ache in my pelvis, something that had happened to my wife and me in our earlier years of lovemaking.

I whispered smugly, "My pelvis hurts."

She sweetly replied, "It hurts too."

I don't know how much time passed, but our bodies remained locked in a kiss, never separating, intertwined, joyfully swallowing and releasing. When I wanted to stop for a moment, she touched my back and weakly asked, "Can we finish?" She was clearly exhausted.

I was still strong, but drenched in sweat, the sweat pooling on my chest and back, making a gurgling sound between our chests and abdomens during lovemaking. My face was covered in sweat, even the ends of my hair were damp. I touched her face; it was also covered in fine beads of sweat.

I began to speed up, and she eagerly wrapped her arms around my buttocks, wanting to go deeper and faster, coordinating with my movements, weakly moaning "Ouch... Ouch..." her throat swallowing.

Encouraged by her soft moans and the rhythm of her hips, I made a final push, increasing my speed. She also quickened her pace, moving in rhythm with me, her body convulsing, sending her once more into a frenzied climax. Her depths throbbed rhythmically, contracting spasmodically... letting sweat and love fluid flow freely, in a state of blissful intoxication, playing a lullaby of love. My whole body felt as if floating in warm clouds, feeling exceptionally comfortable, accompanied by a listless weariness. Our bodies and souls melted into one, soaring upwards.

She spoke softly, her voice filled with tenderness, "Are you comfortable?"

I nodded and asked her, "Are you comfortable?"

She stroked my face affectionately and said, "Comfortable."

I checked my watch; we'd been playing for over an hour. She exclaimed, stroking my face, "So long!" Surprised by my stamina, she said, "You're still inside me."

I honestly replied, "We just did it this afternoon."

She said, "I'm really exhausted, it was so strenuous."

I said, "We must have a karmic debt from a past life. I really want to forget you, so I don't have to think about you."

She stroked my face, smiled, and said, "Then forget it!" But how could I forget?

We continued whispering to each other, sharing endless feelings and unspoken words.

While we were showering in the bathroom, I deliberately went to help her wash, and she immediately seemed overwhelmed, her body going limp. But I didn't want to; after cleaning myself up, we both went back to bed, and she fell asleep beside me shortly after. I couldn't resist the temptation of sleep either, so I climbed into another bed, but in my hazy slumber, my lips seemed to still be kissing her, the touch lingering—perhaps because our kiss had lasted so long! I woke up at

six o'clock. I went to her bed, pulled back the covers, and saw her sleeping naked, face down. I quickly lay down beside her, a sweet, warm scent of youthful woman wafting over me. She woke up quickly too, turned over, and kissed me. I caressed her breasts, gently stroking them; they were so soft and tender, so moist and smooth.

She said helplessly, "No, it'll get exciting." We gently embraced each other.

A secret rendezvous with a lover is always nerve-wracking, a mix of fear and excitement, like a thief afraid of being caught red-handed. It was past seven o'clock, so I had to get up and get dressed. She immediately understood what I meant, quickly putting on her clothes and going into the bathroom to wash and put on makeup.

As we got off the elevator, she smiled slightly at me and gave me a kiss. We quickly reached the bottom of the stairs, and she took my arm as we left the hotel and went into a nearby coffee shop. Xiao Ying politely approached, and I ordered her a milk and a cake, while I ordered a coffee and a sandwich for myself—a simple breakfast.

We walked together for a while longer before we had to part ways, and I watched her get into her taxi and drive away.

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