[Are you going on a business trip this week?] (01) Author: cute9527

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This story begins in June 2013. In mid-June, I went on a business trip to Shaoguan. I had been staying at
Hotel , but that day, because it was raining, I checked into Hotel B in the city. After checking in, I habitually opened the "People Nearby
" feature to look at pretty girls. And sure enough, the girls in the leisure club on the same floor were quite high-quality (at least
that ). I've always been a bit of a closet pervert, with the desire but not the courage. I just enjoyed the eye candy, looked at my WeChat Moments, and went about my business trip and sleep as usual.

Things changed a bit that evening. A young woman added me on WeChat (we stayed at the same hotel, but I wasn't sure
if she worked at a nightclub). Normally, if a woman offers herself up, even if she's
tempted, I'll still have to try her out, and then block her as soon as my
business trip is over. I don't know if this young woman was new or what, but she didn't play by the rules . Of course, she might just have superb acting skills. Anyway, she seemed different from other young women
(I travel a lot for work, and the hotels I stay at usually have young women adding me, so I'm fairly worldly-wise).
Anyway, the next afternoon, I mustered up my courage and went swimming with her. Honestly,
she was a 100/100 in terms of figure and a 95/100 in terms of looks. At 22, her skin was incredibly smooth and supple. After swimming, we went out to see a movie that evening. She was wearing
a crop top her tiny waist was dazzling. As I said before, I'm fairly worldly-wise. Usually, in situations like this, I'd just hold hands and put my arm around her waist and leave (I can't help it, I met my girlfriend when we were just starting out, so even if I had the desire, I didn't have the courage). But that day, for some inexplicable reason
, I felt a little impulsive. Why?
The young woman insisted on paying the bill while we ate and watched a movie! Have you ever seen
a girl like that? Isn't that unpredictable? But I played the hypocrite well . After our late-night snack, we went back to our hotels and
went our separate ways.

I didn't see her again for the next two or three days because of business, but we still chatted every day. I learned that she didn't
work at a leisure club (haha, these days you wouldn't dare pick up a wallet from the ground, right? At this age, you're
bound to assume the worst). She had just graduated from university, worked for a Japanese-owned medical company, and like me, frequently
traveled within the province for work. She was married, and her husband was a veteran. Anyway, we had a great time chatting.

As I mentioned before, I usually only keep things that happen during business trips to the time of the trip itself. After the trip,
I'd block or delete people as usual. But this girl thought about it before she came back and didn't delete me. Most guys know
this: when your hormones are raging but you don't want trouble in your personal life, a sensible girl is more appealing than money.
Back to my usual 9-to-5 job, something magical happened. One afternoon, she messaged me, asking where I was. I told her I was in
Guangzhou , somewhere in particular. She asked if I was free that afternoon; she was on a business trip in Guangzhou and wanted to go hiking at Dafu Mountain. I thought,
in this situation, I had to make it convenient, so I went straight to Dafu Mountain with my friend. To be honest, I'm a bit of a masochist.
Usually, going to the movies, going to bars, or soaking in hot springs in nearby cities or counties is considered a bit sophisticated. But that day,
I stupidly went straight to Dafu Mountain and cycled for two hours with a girl. After we finished, we were covered in sweat. On the way back to the city, the girl
asked if I wanted to go to her place for a shower and a rest. Okay, you all
know what happens next. I was struggling with whether to go against the grain and take a gamble when her friend called and invited me to go to
a bar that night. She asked if I wanted to go. As I said before, having the desire but not the courage is my characteristic. I didn't want things to get complicated, so I
politely declined . She seemed a little unhappy. We didn't talk much on the way back. I dropped her off at her hotel and left.

We didn't contact each other much for the next two weeks. Partly because I was busy, and partly because after that day, I felt a bit dangerous and
didn't want to get too involved. Of course, a hypocrite like me didn't want the girl to get involved either. After all, I was married. I was happy to seduce other men's wives and daughters.
As for how much lust my wife and daughters felt, I felt I could still hold my own at the time.

During the third week, I was on a business trip in Huizhou. The girl messaged me on WeChat asking where I was. I said I was in Huizhou, and she said, "Oh, I'm going to Guangzhou
tomorrow ." Okay, because of what happened before, I had already reminded myself not to get involved,
so I was busy in Huizhou and couldn't go back for the next few days. She replied with a "hehe." I thought, "Damn it,
we're not even acquaintances, how can you just insult me like that?" So I didn't reply. That night, after finishing my business and returning to the hotel
, I was taking a shower when she sent me a face photo. She was huddled under the covers, and the strap of her tank top was showing. To clarify
, having seen so many sexy
lingerie , seeing such a retro tank top immediately got me hard. I immediately wrapped myself in a towel and rushed out of the bathroom to
chat with her. I didn't mention that I was showering; I just teased her by asking her to strike a sexy pose while I took a long shower
(you know what I mean). This girl was something else. These days, even your girlfriend wouldn't easily let you take pictures,
right? She actually struck a few poses, licking her lips and half-exposing her breasts. Then I said I couldn't take it anymore, I had to go shower,
and hung up. But halfway through masturbating in the bathroom, she sent me two WeChat messages. I opened them and saw they were her private photos—
my nose bled! I finished masturbating with great satisfaction. After showering, I asked her, "How dare you send me photos?" She said, "What? You think you can
sell me?" Okay, I guess I'm right. I don't even know your real name; I wouldn't know where to find
a buyer if I wanted to.

Back in Guangzhou, I went back to my usual 9-to-5 job, occasionally contacting her on WeChat. When I was on business trips, she would sometimes send me messages
, mostly about everyday things—a difficult mother-in-law, backstabbing
colleagues , and so on. This continued until the end of the year. I thought, "That's fine, not erotic, not annoying, having this
safe haven is nice." But things didn't go as planned; something changed before I went home for the Chinese New Year.

Thirteen years ago, I was busy with year-end summaries and packing things for all my relatives to take home.
I even bought five or six bottles of perfume. That day, my cousin from Guilin came over and we went to the Water Club on Yuanjing Road to play cards.
The girl messaged me on WeChat to ask where I was. I told her I was at the Water Club with my cousin. She said she was arriving in Guangzhou that afternoon and asked if we could have dinner together that evening. I
said sure. That night, she arrived at the Water Club, and the three of us played cards for half the night. To be honest, I had originally planned to go with my cousin
to experience Thai massage after the crackdown, but since the girl was there, I could only watch helplessly as my cousin
went alone. When my cousin went for a massage, we ate something and strolled around the club, chatting. Um
, don't laugh, but I honestly didn't know clubs had private rooms for "massage" services. Besides the rest area, I thought
it was just a place for massages and such. But after a while, the girl said she was a little sleepy. I suggested
the rest were people smoking (well, you know I smoke a pack a day...). I said we should go to the non-smoking
area, I could at least refrain from smoking. She said there were too many kids and it was too noisy, and there were private rooms over there. Okay, the girl...
Having said that, even someone without the guts would be bursting with excitement. I rented a single room, went in, lit a cigarette, and was smoking when
she rolled her eyes at me and asked quietly, "Have you ever heard of the jokes about being worse than an animal?" Damn it! I'd rather die than be humiliated!
I decisively stubbed out the cigarette and pounced on her…

As I mentioned before, I personally think this girl is a 100/100 in figure and a 95/100 in looks. I've
never really known anything about girls' sizes, but this girl really has a huge bust and a wasp waist. In the video, she was wearing a tank top, only showing a tiny
bit I grabbed her, I realized how ample they were. Unfortunately, I don't know if it's because I've watched too many Japanese adult
films, but I always thought big breasts should be soft and bouncy, jiggling when you bounce. This girl's breasts were big,
but they felt firm to the touch, which wasn't quite what I expected (she hadn't had any work done; I could still tell by touch).
I'd seen her tiny waist the first time we met at the movies, and I'd been drooling over it ever since, but now I could barely grasp it. A thin waist makes a big
butt (especially when doing doggy style, you know what I mean), and young girls are incredibly smooth.
During a lewd chat, she mentioned she only had a few pubic hairs, which I thought was a joke, but when I touched her, I
realized it was true—just two or three sparse hairs. Is this what they call a "white tiger"? I was a little scared, afraid I
couldn't handle it; I had a bad reputation. But then I thought,
"

What's the point if I don't?" So I gritted my teeth and went for it… When she gave me oral sex, she was a bit clumsy, only sucking and licking, no deep throating or rotating. Oh well,
I just sucked and licked. With her long hair and 95% good looks, even without deep throating, it was incredibly pleasurable.
When , she protected her genitals, saying it was dirty. I thought to myself, "How do you think I pee?" But
since she didn't want to, I didn't force her. To be honest, after living in Guangzhou for so long and getting used to bland food, I was also afraid of salty food.

During foreplay, she remained silent, only breathing heavily. When I entered, she
let out a long "hmm." Honestly, I'm always a sucker for sound; I feel that without sound, even the best scenes won't come. Thankfully, as
the emotions built, she couldn't help but start moaning, her voice suppressed yet melodious, with rises and falls. Those in the know should understand that for
men, this is the best aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, I wasn't lucky. I've never experienced the feeling of a virgin before, and I thought that
although this girl was young, her vagina would be loose since she was married. But I almost ejaculated as soon as I entered. It wasn't
that she was as tight as a virgin, but rather that she was different from anything I'd seen before. Her vaginal opening was narrow and inwardly curved, with a winding passage,
moist and with a suction force (can any knowledgeable brothers give me their assessment?). I was already enjoying it so much that I couldn't
go any further after only halfway in. I contracted my anus, lifted my heels, and held my breath before daring to go all the way in. The boat gradually entered the harbor
... The girl was moaning happily. After about a hundred thrusts, I felt I couldn't hold back any longer,
so I pulled out and asked her to switch to being on top. She was shy and refused, but I finally agreed to let her sit on top while I closed my eyes.
Her little sister seemed even more powerful on top, almost touching my cervix. After about three hundred rounds,
her voice suddenly changed; she said she needed to pee. I thought, "This is bad!" So I grabbed her waist and thrust hard,
and we both reached a state of perfect harmony (a reference to Liang Yusheng, this joke is always funny).

After resting for a while and taking a shower, we heard news of another attack. Her cherry-lipped army kept provoking us, so we drew
our weapons fought another five hundred rounds before calling it a day. In the middle of the night, I took the girl and met up with my cousin in the dining room for a bite to eat.
On the way back, we had another round, and nothing more was said that night. While waiting to get up in the morning to prepare for another round, I found myself feeling a bit dizzy and my legs
were starting to tremble. The girl laughed out loud, "Are you trying to eat yourself to death?" I had to sheepishly give up the idea.
After paying the bill, we left the water park and had lunch at a three-person food stall before parting ways.

After this incident, I interacted with the girl more frequently, but nothing more messy happened. On one hand, my elders were urging me to set a wedding date
when I went , and on the other hand, work was getting busy.
Also, my girlfriend moving in made it inconvenient to contact her. I told the girl about the situation, and she asked if I had seen "Up in the Air
." I watched it that night. The male and female protagonists were each other's safe haven. During stormy times or when they
occasionally a passionate encounter, and when the weather calmed down, they would go their separate ways. Wanting more is too difficult;
there are too many , and the storm won't last forever. Besides, their chance encounter had already defined their relationship (the "
chapter"). Moreover, that was in the open United States. Back home, the girl and I,
based on our upbringing and the values of our family and friends, couldn't ask for more.

Then one night, she called me. I was watching a movie with my girlfriend. In front of her, I didn't
answer. My girlfriend asked who it was, why I didn't answer, and what was wrong. I had to text her back saying I was busy. What was it?
I guess she understood and didn't reply.

Before, I thought I had the desire but not the courage, that I was all talk and no action—those labels were just
an act . After this incident, I suddenly realized that over the years, while pretending, I had unknowingly become a coward
. After much deliberation, I sent her a WeChat message saying I was getting married, you know. I waited a day without a reply, and the next day I
blocked her.

At this point, the story seems to have ended. However, in March 2013, I was sent on a business trip to Shaoguan by the company.
For some inexplicable reason , I didn't stay at Hotel A, which the company partners with, but instead went to Hotel B. I didn't use the "People Nearby" feature. After finishing my business, I returned to
the hotel, ate, showered, and stood by the window smoking. The night was nice; the lights from the sixth-floor pool rippled with the water. It
was still chilly, and it didn't seem like swimming season yet. Suddenly, I thought of my younger sister, so I went downstairs and sat on a chair by
the pool finishing half a pack of cigarettes.

In June 2013, my cousin came to visit on business for his boss and invited me out to dinner. During the meal, he mentioned my younger sister,
saying she had treated him to dinner in Guilin during her last business trip. He asked about my recent situation, and I was a little happy. However,
since we had already said goodbye, I should move on.

One day in August, I was at home watching TV when the phone rang. It was an unknown number, and I had a premonition.
I answered, and it was my younger sister. She asked, "How have you been lately?" I said, "Fine." She didn't ask, "How about you?" Then she asked, "Have you set a wedding date
yet?" I fell silent, suddenly unsure how to answer. I chuckled and said, "Are you checking my background again? I'm not
asking for a bribe." Silence followed, then I heard sobbing. After a long while, she said, "I'm watching 'Up in the Air' again." I
said, "Yeah." She said, "I'm planning to continue my studies, to learn English." I said, "That's great, it's good to learn more while you're young."
I offered my blessings and hung up the mostly silent call, then went back to watching TV and smoking. After finishing a pack of cigarettes, I couldn't even
remember what drama I was watching.

Life continued at its leisurely pace: nine-to-five, business trips, the occasional fleeting desire to flirt, a newfound interest
in fitness, learning opera, and the wedding date with my girlfriend was on the agenda. Everything seemed to have returned to its former
slow-paced rhythm.

In 2014, after the New Year, preparations were underway to establish a branch office in Shaoguan. People from Guangzhou needed to be sent there, and since I had been traveling
extensively there, my superiors planned to send me to manage the arrangements. By mid-March, the documents were almost ready. On the day I was to leave, I
passed the water park on Yuanjing Road and saw two men and a woman walking in, chatting and laughing. For a moment, I felt a pang of disorientation; the car window was closed
, yet it felt as if sand was still getting into my eyes.

Last June, I received a package from Tibet, unsigned, containing many photos—temples, lamas,
a grey stray dog, and a familiar figure under the sun.

Married life seemed much as I had expected: a harmonious and sweet marriage, without any major ups and downs or
dramatic events. Still at a leisurely pace, quietly moving forward.

Last May, it was the anniversary of the Shaoguan branch. I went to celebrate, and coincidentally, the dinner was at Hotel B.
Standing by the window smoking, I noticed the pool lights below were still the same, and suddenly decided to go swimming. I
dove right in, got pretty cold, and the lifeguard looked at me strangely, probably thinking I
was crazy. Well, I guess I was a little crazy myself.

My cousin came again in August, and we went to the Yuanjing Road water club again, but this time it was four of us. We played mahjong all night,
damn it, they wouldn't let us spend money, our faces were covered in notes.

At the beginning of the Year of the Monkey, one Wednesday, I was idly watching a movie in the office when that old, unfamiliar number sent me
a multimedia message: a blurry photo of a man sitting by the pool smoking. I dialed the number.
The call connected, and I asked, "Are you okay?" No one answered. I said, "I didn't know you were a secret agent." There was a moment of silence
on the other end , then the young woman scolded, "You're so vain!" I laughed, and she laughed too.

We started contacting each other again. One day in March, she messaged me on WeChat saying she was going to Huizhou on a business trip. I said I'd come visit her.
The next day, it was raining. I had made
a point of dressing up before leaving, thinking I should look presentable after two years apart. But after getting off the bus, I couldn't get a taxi and got soaked halfway there. By the time I got to the hotel, I was drenched. I
told her to wait while I took a shower and freshened up before we met, but before I'd even finished showering, someone knocked on the door.
I went to open it wrapped in a towel. She had her hair in a ponytail, wearing a light green skirt, carrying a small paper bag, and was just
smiling .

After eating the claypot rice she brought, we sat on the balcony sunbathing. I smoked, and she drank tea. I asked, "
Have you graduated?" She said, "Yes." I asked, "How have you been these past two years?" She said, "Yes." I asked, "How are your parents?" She said, "Yes."
I asked, "Am I even more handsome now?" She said, "..."

I said, "Why don't you go take a shower?" She picked up her teacup, took a sip, looked at me, and I looked at her. We continued until
she finished the tea, then she got up, turned, and went into the bathroom.

It felt like time had turned back two years. Her faint fragrance was still there, her breasts were still firm, her waist
was still incredibly slender, and her movements were still clumsy when she gave me oral sex. This time, however, she
took
testicles into her mouth. When she took my penis in, I pressed her head up slightly. She rolled her eyes at me but didn't resist, obediently letting her throat envelop my glans—it felt so good. When I entered her, she frowned slightly. I felt her vagina tighten even more,
still very wet, sticking to her tender labia. Watching my penis go in and out, touching her breasts, which were no longer so
hard felt comfortable, I kissed her. After a hundred rounds of thrusting, I asked her to be on top. She blushed and resisted. I
said, "It's okay, I like it when you want to pee." She lightly punched me and obediently climbed on top.
She grasped and slowly sat down. Just before it was fully inside, I thrust, and she
cried out, "Ah!" She punched me and started to squat and rise, her moans still suppressed and melodious.
After a few moments of this, I suddenly felt her vagina tighten; I knew she was close to climaxing. I had her lie on my
chest , and I gripped her plump buttocks with both hands, beginning to thrust violently. She cried out even more joyfully, "Ahhh!"
shaking her head, her ponytail swaying wildly, her breasts heaving against my chest. Finally, with a
high-pitched "Ah!", she trembled; I knew she had come. After she calmed down a bit, I had her lie face down on the bed.
We hadn't done anal sex at the water party last time, so today we were going to do it. Her ample buttocks looked even larger against her slender waist. Her pink
anus and white labia majora were still glistening with freshly released vaginal fluid. Her vaginal opening opened and closed slightly. I
guided my penis to her opening, her anus tightened, my body trembled, and I thrust in all the way. She
cried out "Ah!" and flinched forward, saying, "It's too deep, it hurts a little." I said, "Okay, I'll go in shallower then."
Honestly , although I couldn't see her expression as my breasts swayed with each thrust,
the friction between her wasp waist and large buttocks, combined with the tight muscles of her buttocks rubbing against my penis, was incredibly pleasurable. After about a hundred thrusts,
I felt a slight pain from my testicles hitting her plump buttocks, so I switched back to the missionary position. I placed a pillow under her buttocks and let
her watch my penis slowly enter her vagina. Her face turned even redder. At first, I was kneeling while thrusting, but
after a while, I felt a bit weak, so I switched to squatting. And surprisingly, this made the movements more powerful, and she moaned
more ecstatically. Seeing her gradually glazed eyes, I thrust even harder. After about a hundred rounds, her
vagina began to contract again. I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the pace while stimulating her clitoris with my thumb. Soon
, she came, her legs wrapped around my waist trembling, and a gush of vaginal fluid hit my glans
; I almost couldn't hold back. After she calmed down for a while, she squinted and asked me, "Can't take it anymore? Aren't you done yet?"
Any guy who's had this experience will understand; this is probably the most satisfying moment for a man, right? Looking at her flushed
face and touching her sweaty, white buttocks, I started again. After about 200 rapid
thrusts , I felt a tightness in my testicles, a tingling sensation on my scalp, and my ejaculation occurred. I breathed heavily and began kissing
her—her lips, her neck, her breasts. Before pulling out, I deliberately lifted her head so she could see
the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid flowing out as my penis withdrew. She punched me again.

For the next night and day, we stayed in the room. I made a few
phone calls to arrange work matters. When we weren't making love, we would lie in bed, embracing, talking about the past two years.
She said she was now working for a foreign-owned medical equipment company, and her family was still the same—her mother-in-law who controlled everything.
A rigid man, living a monotonous life. I asked her how she got that photo. She said she
was , on the 24th floor. After losing contact, she told her family she was on a business trip and stayed there for a week.
After going to school, she went to Guilin, met her cousin, asked about my *****, and then went to Tibet, staying for
a month . I laughed, "Even if you wanted to become a nun, you'd have to go to Emei Mountain!" She said, "Go to hell, I was trying to forget you." I
said, "After blocking you, I watched 'Up in the Air' five times in a row." She said, "Four times,
I smoked a pack of cigarettes every time I watched it. I even ended up in the hospital watching movies." Her eyes reddened, and she said, "You're just a repressed, sultry
idiot." I said, "Aren't you just a sultry, naive sweetheart?" After saying that, she grabbed my penis, and I covered her tender white tiger
with my right hand . Sorry everyone, I got hard again.

To be continued.

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