Guiyang girl

I clearly remember that she had only been registered for a day or two, which is why I chatted with her a bit more. Although there were no photos in her album, we arranged to meet that afternoon. It was a little after 6 PM, and I hadn't eaten yet. At first, I suspected she might be a scammer, but it didn't matter. If I found out something was off about the place while we were eating, I could just make an excuse to leave early. With that plan in mind, I decided to go meet her. The place wasn't far, less than 5 kilometers by taxi, but the traffic was terrible. When I saw her, my first impression was that she had a great figure and was very pretty. I estimated her height to be significantly over 165cm, but not quite 170cm. Her looks were an 8.5 out of 10 (without makeup, or perhaps only a light makeup look). Her clothing was also quite stylish, although it didn't look like designer brands, but it was fashionable without being flashy. So, I became 80% wary, and I also had some doubts. While her clothes were somewhat fashionable, her demeanor was youthful and naive, and her eyes seemed quite sincere. The meeting place was near an underpass during a holiday, and there were no other places to eat nearby (I quickly checked around when I arrived). So we introduced ourselves and chatted briefly. It was clear she wasn't a shill; she was just a young woman full of curiosity about society, perhaps her life was too monotonous and she wanted to meet new friends. When I asked if she had eaten dinner, she said no. I asked her what she wanted to eat, and she asked me in return. I said I wasn't familiar with the area and she could decide (also to confirm if she was a shill). She mentioned a place nearby, but wasn't sure if I'd like the taste; it served beef with skin. To be honest, I wasn't used to it. A colleague had treated me to it the day before, but aside from the skin, the meat was quite delicious. It was also quite spicy, so I didn't dare eat too much. By the way, the beef in Guizhou is the best I've ever had; several ways of cooking it are quite good. Anyway, I digress. Let's get back to her. I said no problem, and she took me to a seemingly ordinary restaurant. It was quite crowded; when we arrived, we had to sit at an outdoor table. During our chat, I learned that she had just graduated and was from the border area of Guizhou and Hunan provinces. She was studying in Guiyang and said that before graduation, her school had introduced her to a drama troupe. She also told me that there was a performance that night, and the troupe was very close to where we were eating. She asked if she could take me in. Looking at her beautiful and seemingly innocent appearance, I had an impulse to date her… After dinner, I walked with her to her workplace. She even brought up her opinion about chat software, saying that she had heard many people on this app had ulterior motives, but many of her friends used it without encountering any problems. She downloaded it because she saw others using it. I said that although I hadn't used it for long (a few months), seeing so many registered users, I knew that if there were many people with ulterior motives, the app wouldn't have developed. It must have its advantages, such as being better than WeChat in terms of proximity, making it easier to meet new friends in an unfamiliar city. When we arrived at her troupe, it was almost eight o'clock. I checked the ticket prices, which weren't very expensive, and told her I could buy my own ticket. She immediately stopped me, saying that there were usually empty seats, and I could ask the ticket checker later; bringing a friend in should be possible. As expected, I was taken inside. To be honest, the whole performance was quite good, with a strong ethnic style. It was quite long, and I would have left if she hadn't been performing. Her main job was as a backup dancer. I noticed her costume and her straight legs, good figure, and beautiful curves. Her performance was decent, not awkward at all. Of course, there were many beautiful women on stage, and she wasn't particularly outstanding compared to them. The performance ended quite late that night, and deciding where to go was a problem. Taking her straight back to her hotel wasn't appropriate, so I asked if she was tired and if she wanted to get a foot massage to relax. She said it was a bit late, so I offered to take her home. She said it wasn't far and we could walk, so I walked with her. I didn't dare hold her hand that night, worried about things moving too fast. When we got to her apartment complex, she didn't invite me up, so I went back to my hotel. The next day, we met again. She had invited her friend to dinner; the woman was her friend, and her friend had brought her boyfriend. After dinner, they discussed what to do, and I listened. They considered going to a movie or karaoke, and ultimately decided on playing cards. To be honest, I'm not very good at it, but I could still keep up. I initially thought they'd go to a coffee shop private room, but she and her friend said they'd go to her place. Around 10 pm, her friend went home. I walked with her along the riverbank and took her hand. It was slender and smooth, just a little cold in winter. She didn't seem reluctant when I held her hand, but after a while, perhaps feeling it was too fast, she pulled away, saying she was cold. I don't know if she was genuinely cold or if she felt things were moving too quickly. We could hear the sound of flowing water that night. Although cars occasionally passed by, and couples occasionally walked along the riverbank, the temperature in Guiyang's winter wasn't low, but the damp cold was still uncomfortable. As we walked, I put my hand on her waist, and we continued walking slowly. I knew it wouldn't be easy to make a move that night, and I didn't want to rush things. I wanted to remain friends, and if possible, a relationship would be fine. I hadn't thought about marriage, after all, we were too different. The atmosphere was conducive to a kiss, but considering our conversation and how well we knew each other, I felt the risk was too great and refrained. We didn't kiss until a month after we met, on our second trip to Guiyang. The most significant progress came just before Chinese New Year when she told me she'd won an IMDb DVD player in a mid-year raffle with a very clear screen. That evening, after dinner, we wanted to see a movie, but when we got to the cinema, we found all the tickets were sold out due to the year-end rush, and we'd have to wait very late. She suggested we go to her place, saying watching on IMDb would be great. I felt she didn't have any ulterior motives; she just wanted to show me her IMDb, since I'd suggested watching at my hotel, but she hadn't agreed. When we arrived at her place, a two-bedroom apartment, she had rented one of the rooms. I was already familiar with the place from playing cards with her friends, so I didn't feel awkward. It was just a matter of choosing a movie and turning it on full screen. We ate snacks we'd bought downstairs, but she said she was cold and wanted to watch in bed. This made me wonder if she thought I was too slow and wanted to speed things up? Probably not. Sometimes kissing doesn't feel passionate enough; we shouldn't be in such a rush, right? But it really is quite cold; the room doesn't have air conditioning, and I can't stand Guiyang's winters. She got into bed wearing a down jacket, still saving me space. I politely said, "That's not really appropriate," but she said, "It's fine, we're both dressed anyway." Hehe, well, I'll accept it then. Once in bed, she naturally stopped eating snacks, and her hands were free. I held her hand in one hand and put my other arm around her waist. As I watched, my hand moved upwards, but through the down jacket, I could barely feel anything, only sense her breath. Taking advantage of the buffering time, I looked at her; she looked at me. Without hesitation, I kissed her. She was initially passive, but soon responded. I slipped my hand inside her down jacket. The sweater was thin, and I could feel the curves of her body, though the sweater was also a significant obstacle. During our passionate kiss, she became more compliant. While stroking her back, I slightly pulled up her sweater, then pulled her bra up from her waist. So our hands could finally touch without any problem. Feeling her body temperature warm against my hand, I started from her back. Her waist was perfectly toned; no wonder she was a dancer, her skin was as smooth as her face. Moving towards her breasts, she hesitated slightly, but I quickened my pace with my tongue to dispel any hesitation. My hand smoothly reached her breasts. They weren't very large, probably a B cup, but very firm. I started sweating, and I could feel she was hot too. Taking advantage of this progress, I used one hand to partially remove my jacket, then switched to the other hand, and... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly).After the climax of the couple's sex, she unzipped her down jacket, which made things much more harmonious. I kissed her from her lips to her ear, then to her neck. She didn't resist; her skin was fair and smooth, truly perfect. But I couldn't stop there. Desire had risen. I held her right hand in my left, and my right hand slowly moved down from her breasts, circling her lower abdomen for a while before exploring deeper. She twisted and resisted, but that wouldn't do. I couldn't let it all go to waste. I asked her, "Don't you want to?" She didn't answer. I continued, and despite some resistance, I unbuttoned her pants. After unzipping them, I didn't rush to take them off. My hand explored her private parts. This time, she didn't resist. The first sensation my fingers felt was warmth and wetness, then lubrication. There wasn't much hair. My middle finger gently circled her clitoris repeatedly. After a while, she began to moan softly, seeming somewhat dazed. I couldn't hold back any longer; it was as hard as iron. I really wanted to reward my little brother who had been standing guard, but I hesitated. This time, I hadn't prepared a condom beforehand. I continued touching her, trying to pull her pants down a bit, otherwise my hands would get tired. She said no, and when I asked why, she said she was afraid of getting pregnant. I asked if she had condoms, and I immediately regretted saying that, but thankfully she wasn't angry. I told her to wait a few minutes, I'd be right back. I was incredibly reluctant to get up then, but luckily there was a small supermarket downstairs; I'd seen some when I bought snacks. Less than five minutes later, she looked a little shy when I returned, her down jacket already on. She had a box of DLS in her pocket. Without any gentlemanly manners, I pounced on her. I could feel her submission. This time, I pulled her down to her underwear, kissing her from top to thigh. Although I'd seen her figure before, the difference was huge at such close range; admiring from afar is no match for touching. Since we'd already been together for half an hour, I didn't linger too long this time. I tried to part her long legs and thrust in. She didn't say anything the whole time, and I didn't seem to enjoy it, but rather acquiesced. So I... We went deeper step by step, two steps forward and one step back. The water was plentiful and slippery, and after a few rounds, we were fully inside. After a few rounds, she started moaning, and her lower body began to respond. I could feel how tight she was down there. We probably didn't do much, even though it was seven years ago. Back then, most university students had plenty of experience, and with a face like that, she must have had many suitors. I felt that her willingness to be with me was because she was a few years older than me. She wasn't bad-looking, spent money generously, and dressed somewhat tastefully—a level below what a young woman just starting her career could achieve. At first, we were covered by the blanket, but it got too hot, and I wanted to pull it off, but she wouldn't agree. Fine, let's do it under the covers then. I thrust hard, not bothering with the nine shallow thrusts and one deep one, always going straight to the deepest point, then grinding inside for a while. My hands weren't idle either, kneading her breasts. When I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I'd stop and change positions or have another round of French kissing. I found her sensitive spots on the first try, focusing my strength. She wanted to moan but didn't dare to, probably worried the neighbors would hear. The bed was only 1.5 meters wide, limiting some positions, and my penis had been erect for a long time, but more than that... In the missionary position, she quickly climaxed, feeling a puddle of fluid below. After a few dozen thrusts, she ejaculated. After a quick clean-up, we continued watching a movie. She wasn't wearing pants, just her clothes were pressed against her skin. While her eyes were glued to the film, her hands were busy. Before the movie was even finished, my penis was erect again, and we went at it again. This time it lasted longer. She was more proactive this time, probably because she had just enjoyed the experience. Although I was still on top, her buttocks lifted up on their own, and she pulled my hand to touch her breasts. I was quite excited; with such a beauty, Guiyang wouldn't be lonely anymore. After the first time, she became much more relaxed. The next night, she came directly to my hotel, bought a lot of food, and prepared enough energy to replenish herself. In the relatively closed and free environment, she was even more uninhibited, and her voice became louder. Her moans and cries were unrestrained, which further stimulated my masculinity. That day, we tried various positions. Being a dancer, her body was very flexible, and we used five or six condoms that night. Besides sex, we just touched and chatted. Unfortunately, she had such a good figure, and I really wanted to devour her. This continued for a year and a half. Her work was also relatively flexible. Sometimes she wouldn't rehearse for three days and would go to some nearby places to play. However, she rarely had a full weekend. During this time, I took her to places like Huangguoshu Waterfall, Miao Village, and Guilin. Of course, one thing always happened repeatedly in these places. The most exciting time was at a park near her theater troupe. It was already dark, and she suggested we ride the Ferris wheel to see the night view of Guiyang. So we went, but once we got on, we found there wasn't much to see. Only the nearby train station was relatively bright; we couldn't see anything further away. It was just the two of us on the Ferris wheel. Since there wasn't much to see, we sat together on one side. She seemed a little worried, but we started kissing. She was wearing a dress, and I went straight for her. She was aroused, but we'd only just started to feel something, and it had been almost a week since then. So we... I told her to ride another lap, and she immediately understood, but didn't deny it, so I took it as a yes. We went down and bought tickets from the administrator again. This time, we didn't waste any time. I used my jacket to cover myself and half-pushed down my pants so she could sit down. I pulled down her underwear and went straight in. She was very nervous, saying she was afraid there were security cameras. I reassured her that there weren't (even if there were, they wouldn't be able to capture anything). After the brief thrill, she got dressed. The administrator looked at us strangely. I thought she couldn't have seen it so quickly, but it must have been late at night. I was puzzled that we had bought tickets twice. Later, she realized that a direct relationship between us was unlikely, and things gradually cooled down. Due to work, I visited Guiyang much less frequently. A few times I did make a special trip, but the flight was over two hours, and with travel and delays, sometimes half a day was wasted. Ultimately, it proved the saying, "What you have, you don't appreciate," and we slowly drifted apart. She didn't make a scene. Of course, I still had genuine feelings for her, but we weren't suited for marriage. I sent her gifts a few times until she left Guiyang. Not long after, I got married. I was pregnant before marriage, and we married because of the pregnancy. My husband was from her hometown. Unfortunately, we divorced less than a year after the birth of our second child. She told me her husband neglected the family, and her mother-in-law treated her badly. She was an only child; her father was apparently a civil servant. Her family had some savings, and she was a little willful. After the divorce, she opened a clothing store, but it seemed to quickly go bankrupt. I really wanted to visit her, just to show my concern, but she wouldn't give me her address. Perhaps she was truly unhappy and didn't want to see someone from the past. Youth always has its pure and beautiful moments, but most people eventually return to real life. Life inevitably gets toughed down by mundane but unavoidable things, and sometimes we do have to learn to compromise with life and appreciate its beauty with a fresh perspective. As for youth, having experienced it is enough. Finally, here are some experiences to share: 1. In places like Guiyang, there's a large wealth gap, with low incomes and high costs of living. If you consider girls as a resource, in Guiyang, the same amount of spending is more likely to bring them satisfaction, especially for girls just entering the workforce. Earning an income like in coastal areas, spending money in Guiyang provides them with a higher quality of life, giving them a sense of superiority. 2. Guiyang has many ethnic minorities, including the Dong people. Some of the girls there have a unique kind of beauty, different from the beauties of Jiangnan or Sichuan, but its charm can only be truly appreciated through personal experience. However, overall, the proportion of beautiful women in Guiyang isn't high, although areas closer to Hunan have a higher proportion. 3. Nationwide, I personally think places with many beautiful women include Harbin, Dalian, Beijing, Tianjin, Xi'an, Nanjing, Shanghai, Shenzhen, Changsha, Hengyang, Chengdu, Leshan, Chongqing, and Xiamen. These aren't specific cities; the surrounding areas can all be considered. This is just my personal opinion; I haven't experienced the local girls in all of these places. [End]

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