K's uniform fetish

A few years ago, I went back to China on a business trip to attend a special meeting.
One morning, I overslept and rushed into the venue. Somehow, my high heel got stuck in a
carpet , and I tripped and fell flat on my face.
The carpet was soft, so it didn't hurt, but in front of so many people, the emotional damage was a thousand times greater.
Then, the male lead appeared—yes, only after I had already fallen. Unlike in movies and TV dramas where the male lead
arrives early to rescue the damsel in distress—
a police officer in a uniform, responsible for meeting security, approached and said, "Madam, are you alright?
" I thought he would help me up, but he didn't; he just bent down and looked at me.
I said, "Could you help me up?" Only then did he extend a forearm—note, a forearm! Not his hand. I
was instantly attracted by his ascetic aura.
For the next few days, I kept seeing him in front of me, and with a woman's intuition, I knew he was watching
me.
Our eyes met once, and I said, "Are you protecting me from falling again?
" He smiled immediately but didn't say anything.
On the last day of the meeting, I had some snacks left, which I didn't plan to take back, so I wanted to give them to him. I didn't see him in
the lobby , but I saw another armed police officer. I told him I was looking for an officer surnamed Cai, because his
name was on his uniform badge.
It turned out this officer simply pulled an earpiece from his ear and said, "Old Cai, Old Cai, someone's looking for me in the lobby."
I suddenly realized why he wasn't talking to me; everything he said could be heard by the whole team. He quickly
came running over. I gave him my things and asked him to take a picture of me. Before giving him my phone, I quickly wrote a few words in my phone's notepad
: My WeChat ID is… He took the phone, looked at it, and his face turned red.
After a long pause, he finally said, "Thank you, sister."
I said, "The food isn't just for you; you should share it with the rest of the team."
He replied, "Okay, definitely!"
Looking at his excited and joyful eyes, I knew he meant he definitely wanted to add me on WeChat. (However,
he later told me that he didn't share the food with the other teammates because they preferred to eat alone!)
That evening, he added me on WeChat and immediately
started explaining that there were military rules, and during the day, as it was a mission, he couldn't proactively ask for contact information, etc., going on and on for a long time.
I said I knew everything, I knew everything, and I knew he had no reason not to like me.
We connected on WeChat, but the distance between us was like mountains and rivers. It was basically the
typical online dating routine of sweetness, longing, recklessness, reconciliation, and more recklessness.
Once, I even flew to his city for a layover just to see him, only having a few hours, but he could
n't get time off. I was so angry that I went straight to his base to find him. I said, "I refuse to believe I can't see him after flying this far!
" Sure enough, when I got to the base, the gatekeeper wouldn't let me in.
Just as I was thinking of a plan, I saw an old man wearing sneakers and a tracksuit coming out. The gatekeeper immediately saluted him
. I thought to myself, "At this hour, someone wearing civilian clothes and strolling around so casually, and getting saluted, must be a military leader." I immediately ran over and
said, "Sir, your soldier, Cai from a certain unit, protected my safety at a certain conference last year. I
flew in from abroad and only had a few hours for my layover, so I came specifically to see him, but the gatekeeper wouldn't let me in."
The old man asked, "How did you know I was a commander?
" I said, "Sharp eyes, authoritative demeanor!"
The old man laughed heartily and told the gatekeeper, "Call so-and-so (presumably his direct superior) and tell
him to release Cai to take him out. What kind of soldier did he bring? He even had a girl come to our door. Tell him I said if
there's no mission, give him a leave for a meal."
The gatekeeper immediately made the call, and within ten minutes, the armed policeman in his training uniform ran
out of a building.
He ran up to me breathlessly, managed to say a few "you," but couldn't utter a single word, his eyes filled with excitement
and surprise!
I laughed, "The leader gave you leave.
" He said, "How could I dare disobey the commander's orders? I'll be back at the unit at five."
I said, "Then what are you dawdling for? Go change your clothes!"
He realized what I meant and ran off again. The guard at the gate was secretly laughing at the sight of us.
Part 2.
The armed police officer probably changed his clothes at lightning speed, like he was on an emergency assembly, and sped out in a car. I jumped into
the passenger seat . He gripped the steering wheel with his left hand and my right, saying, "You're amazing! Only you
could do something like this. The boss said I have to buy all the cigarettes for the whole month. I'll probably be interrogated tonight when I get back."
I said smugly, "Thank you for the trouble."
He released my hand and began gently stroking my hair and the back of my neck: "A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold, even buying the whole team cigarettes
for a year would be worth it! I'll take you to the airport now, so you can rest at the airport hotel and spend more time with me.
" Hearing this, I thought to myself, "That's exactly what I was thinking," but I said, "I'm not tired, I'm hungry!"
He glared at me: "I'm tired, I'll buy you ramen later, eat in the room!"
Me: "And fried dumplings too!"
Him: "You don't need to worry about that, I'll make sure you're full!
" I said, "Knowing you has made me fully understand the theory that you can't judge a book by its cover. It turns out the more respectable
a person seems on the surface, the more of a scoundrel they are underneath! A true beast in human clothing, that's exactly what they mean."
He gave me a malicious look, grabbed one of my breasts, and said, "Wow, so big! I
can't even . I need you to do what you told me on WeChat last time!"
Me: "Are you sure you can still drive
?" He grinned wickedly: "You'll see when you try."
What I did is too embarrassing to talk about. All I can say is that by the time we got to the airport, my face was flushed, my underwear
was soaked, and he was rock hard, ready to climax at any moment.
Finally, we arrived at the airport hotel, and there were no rooms available! The receptionist kindly explained, "
The situation , but if you come back in two hours, there will definitely be rooms."
I wanted to curse her ancestors for eight generations! I needed two hours right now! The armed police officer was about
to get angry with the receptionist, but I pulled his hand and said, "Don't make things difficult for her. Let's go first."
Leaving the hotel, I checked the time. There was no point in going to another hotel now. I said,
"Don't rush, let's eat first, I'm hungry."
The meal was a mixed bag of emotions. We both tried our best to hide our disappointment,
trying comfort each other.
Soon it was time. After a hug that felt like he was about to crush me in his arms, I pulled away and
rushed into the security gate without looking back. That's just my personality; no matter how reluctant I am inside, I'm always
decisive in my actions. I used to think it was a virtue—ruthless to others, even more ruthless to myself. But thinking about it today, why bother?
Women are more adorable when they learn to show weakness, but I wonder if I've realized this too late.
I ran all the way to the boarding gate, only to hear the announcement that the flight was delayed. If
the news of no hotel rooms made me angry, the news of the flight delay left me with only despair, not anger.
I immediately dialed his number: "My flight is delayed! I shouldn't have been so impulsive, I shouldn't have come."
He started comforting me on the phone, but I wouldn't listen. I continued, "I shouldn't have gotten involved with you, so I'm reaping what I
sowed. If we were to be together, the age gap, the difference in our families, and your military background wouldn't approve—
we're from completely different worlds. So I don't ask for any of that, I just want a chance to be with you. But
you can't go abroad, it's hard to get leave, and I have my own work and life. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do with you?
I flew for over ten hours, and now I have to suffer here. I'm so tired. I never want this again!"
I kept rambling on, my phone beeping, warning me it was about to run out of battery. I frantically rummaged through my bag,
but I couldn't find my power bank anywhere.
My handbag felt incredibly heavy, and my soaked underwear clung uncomfortably to my vulva, cold and soaking wet.
I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I couldn't relax, because I knew I
had to keep flying, and endure several more hours before I could shower and go to bed.
The nightmarish journey was finally over. When I arrived at my hotel room, I immediately knelt on
the carpet, my upper body draped over the foot of the luxurious bed, and tears streamed down my face…
Part 3.
After crying for a while, I got up to take a shower.
Taking off my outer clothes, I looked at my newly bought dark gray sexy lingerie in the bathroom mirror, feeling sorry for myself.
Damn it , a ripe peach gone uneaten
! The bathroom was huge; lying in the bathtub, I could see the lights of countless homes outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows. But I wasn't in the mood
to appreciate it . I just quickly took a shower, dried my hair, and, too lazy to even open my suitcase, crawled naked into
bed.
The bed was huge, so big that I could lie comfortably without even moving a single pillow. On this night, in this
hotel room, besides loneliness keeping me company, solitude was watching me.
I was exhausted but couldn't sleep, so I plugged in my phone and turned it on again. I opened WeChat and received many messages from Lao Cai, some
text and some voice.
I read and listened, the content extremely heartbreaking, so heartbreaking that I don't even want to recall it now. I composed myself and wrote down my known itinerary
for the next two weeks for him.
I didn't want to send voice messages, and I didn't answer his calls, because I didn't want to be misled by his voice; I needed
enough time to organize my thoughts.
After writing down my itinerary, I wrote: "You know I'm never one to easily say 'I love you,' so I always
avoided the question when you said it. I don't know if I love you, but since I met you, I've always wanted to be with you. I've really tried my best
to do this. This is my itinerary for the next two weeks. I can understand
and accept whatever you do."
I had decided that if he came to see me, we would continue. If not, I would cut off contact. A short pain is better
than long one; the outcome was the same anyway, it was just a matter of time.
Two weeks passed. No matter how desperately he explained, and I believed his reasons, the result was the same
: he didn't come.
At the moment I boarded my return flight, I messaged him: "I'm boarding. Take care, goodbye."
Then I deleted him and turned off my phone. I wanted to stab him in the heart, to make him suffer so much he'd never forget me—
this was punishment for his betrayal. The only price was that I also stabbed myself in the back—a foolish move that hurts myself as much as I hurt him
. People have to pay for their actions. Life never follows a set pattern. I originally just wanted to hook up,
but I accidentally ended up in a miserable relationship.
The days that followed were pure self-torture, like a thousand arrows piercing my heart. On one hand, I missed him terribly,
regretting a thousand times over why I deleted him. Even if I hadn't deleted him, I could still check his social media, know what he
was up to, or indirectly talk to him through my own posts. On the other hand, I had to rationally resist his attempts to win me back and his
persistent pestering.
There was no other way but to get over it, like keeping every body
doe. (I've heard that phrase before.)
Now that I think about it, women in love are so dramatic, completely unnecessary, hurting themselves and others. They always say and
do things to the extreme. If I could talk to my past self today, I would disdainfully say, "Are you acting in a movie?
You really think you're the leading lady? Why bother!"
Time flies. Although we'd deleted each other on WeChat, Lao Cai would still send me text messages from time to time,
mostly simple greetings.
Several times during the winter, when I read his messages, I felt the urge to cuddle with him again, like before, but I restrained myself.
By the height of summer, I no longer needed to restrain myself and could reply politely. It's clear that even the most passionate feelings cannot withstand
the test of time .
Another year has passed, and I returned to his city for some reason.
Everything was settled, and I called him the day before I left. He was surprised and said he'd come to see me immediately.
He came, but not alone; he brought his newlywed wife, three months pregnant, who was on her honeymoon. He
explained that his wife was with him when I called and insisted on coming along.
But I felt he did it on purpose; he wanted to show off. His wife was indeed very beautiful and not at all bothersome.
During the meal, she greeted me warmly, calling me "sister" this and "sister" that. The entire meal was basically just the two of us women chatting; he simply
watched us quietly, pouring tea and serving us food.
I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. He had married a wonderful wife and was expecting a baby soon; I was genuinely happy for him. But looking at his
still handsome and dashing appearance, I felt even more jealous of his wife. Such a beautiful body had never belonged to me.
After dinner, he told his wife to go back and rest, and that he would accompany me for a walk before taking me back to the hotel.
After saying goodbye to his wife, neither of us mentioned where we were going next; we simply went back to the hotel without a word. As soon as we entered,
he immediately hugged me from behind, his hard thing pressing against my lower back.
I struggled, and he gently said, "Don't move."
I said, "Cai**, we can't right now!"
He said, "I know," and then hugged me even tighter.
I could only let him hold me, listening to each other's strong heartbeats. After a long while, he let go of me, and I went to sit on
the sofa chair by the window in the room. He followed and sat on the other chair.
I asked, "Do you love her?
" He replied, "Yes, but I love you too, that's not contradictory."
I chuckled, "Why are all men like this!"
He called my name, "You know I wasn't lying!"
I was silent for a moment and then said, "When you're in postpartum confinement, have your mother come visit. Give your mother-in-law a big red envelope and leave.
Have her stay for a few months to help you take care of the baby. Your wife's plan definitely won't work; three women will
create a drama, driving you crazy. Also, you need to work hard this year, don't be stingy with money, try to get promoted. Higher ranks
mean more job options. If you can't get promoted, hurry up and find a place. It's best not to go into the police force, otherwise it's very hard work, and you
won't be able to come home after a long shift. It would be best to go to the judicial bureau or the procuratorate. I don't think it's advisable for you to go into business with your comrades; it's very difficult to make money
in the current economic climate.
" He sighed, "Okay, I'll listen to you. But can you please take better care of yourself? You can't always be
alone, always working so hard. Next time you come, let me know in advance, and I'll be your driver. My
rank is much more flexible now than before. Don't worry, I definitely won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. But
if you do want to, don't push yourself too hard. I always want you… What time is your flight tomorrow
? I'll take you to the airport." I was silent for a moment before replying, "Then I'd like you to come early in your uniform…"
He smiled and said, "Okay!"

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