That night, while visiting the hospital ward, I encountered a beautiful woman.

On a Saturday morning at the end of September, my wife, our child, and I went to visit my father-in-law, who was hospitalized at the First Hospital of our small county. He had been hospitalized three times already, for the same old ailment. The first time, everyone was very anxious, but the next two times we were a bit numb to it. This time, my wife's younger brother had been taking care of him at the hospital. My father-in-law was in ward number 1 of the emergency room. It was a very ordinary ward; there were originally three beds, but the hospital had added an extra bed to increase revenue, making it quite crowded. When we entered, we saw that my father-in-law was in the innermost bed, and the other three beds were occupied. With family members also there, it looked very messy, with hardly any room to move. After entering the ward, my wife and her brother went to consult the attending physician, while I sat by the bedside and chatted with my father-in-law for a while. Suddenly, my eyes lit up; the door opened, and a beautiful young woman entered. She was probably around 30 years old, with slightly blonde, wavy hair. Her eyes weren't particularly bold or seductive, but rather watery. She wore a black, tight-fitting, low-cut t-shirt that made her chest appear fuller, and tight, low-waisted blue jeans. While her waist wasn't particularly slim, her hips were firm and round, exuding femininity. She walked straight to the bed next to my father-in-law's. I saw an older woman lying in that bed, presumably her mother. She was carrying a basin with a towel inside. She glanced at me briefly, nodded slightly, and then bent down to wipe her mother's face and hands. Because their bed was next to my father-in-law's, I could easily observe her closely, especially when she bent over to wipe her mother's face. Seeing her round, firm buttocks encased in tight jeans, a sudden lustful urge rose within me. I wanted to pounce on her and roughly fondle and play with those alluring, swaying buttocks. At this moment, my father-in-law also cooperated by saying he wanted to take a nap, so I immediately tucked him in, grabbed a newspaper, and leaned against the window, pretending to read the newspaper while occasionally glancing at this alluring woman out of the corner of my eye: her black low-cut t-shirt accentuated her fair skin, the pendant of the gold necklace around her neck occasionally brushed against her deep cleavage, a glimpse of her white waist was revealed under the short t-shirt, and there was her unintentionally exuding languid and charming style... I was dazzled by what I saw, and my desire was rising, but I had to pretend to be absent-minded and focused on reading the newspaper. Alas, I was really pitiful! By the time my wife and her brother returned, I had been fantasizing for quite a while. By then, this charming young woman had finished everything and was sitting behind her mother's bed, looking down at her phone. I forced myself to suppress my fantasies and carefully inquired about my father-in-law's condition and his progress in the hospital over the past few days. My wife's brother said he was mostly recovered, but the doctor said he needed to stay for observation for a few more days and receive IV fluids to consolidate the treatment. Seeing my brother-in-law's slightly red eyes, I volunteered to take care of my father-in-law at the hospital that night. He declined, but I said I didn't have much to do this week, so I could take over for him. I told him to go home and rest, take a shower, and change his clothes. Seeing my firm stance, he went home first. Before I knew it, it was noon. My wife and I got lunch for my father-in-law, then grabbed a quick bite at a small restaurant outside the hospital before returning to the ward. When we went in, we found another young woman in the room. Her features resembled the glamorous woman, but she lacked her allure and had a more snobbish air about her. I asked my father-in-law and learned that she was the woman's sister, and the old lady in the bed was indeed their mother. It turned out her younger sister had come to deliver food, and at the same time, she was complaining to her older sister about their brother's shortcomings. Not only did he not come to take care of their mother, but he also refused to pay for her hospital bills. She kept nagging about how she had to work the night shift and couldn't take care of their mother, leaving her sister to worry. Listening to the sisters' chatter, I felt a surge of joy. The thought of sharing a room with this alluring young woman that night filled me with an inexplicable anticipation. Who knows what might happen? Hehe. Those of you who have cared for patients in hospitals will understand; it's not an easy task, with many trivial matters. Fortunately, my wife was there, so I just ran around doing things like calling the nurse to change the water and helping my father-in-law to the bathroom. Because my wife was present, I dared to chat with the young woman. Although I've had affairs in recent years, they've always been secretive. So, I maintained my good-man's nature in front of my wife. Although I had a strong desire for this beautiful young woman, especially attracted by her alluring femininity and, of course, her captivating large buttocks encased in jeans (I've always had a deep fascination with women with large buttocks), the melodramatic plots in novels are, after all, fictional creations. Reality is reality, especially in a special setting like a hospital. I didn't think I'd have a chance to get close to her. Thinking about this made me feel more natural, and my behavior became much more normal. There wasn't much to do in the afternoon, so after dinner, I let my wife go home first. At seven o'clock, I helped my father-in-law walk around outside, supporting him with one hand and holding the IV bag with the other, before we sat down to rest on a bench outside the emergency room. That's when I noticed the beautiful young woman making a phone call outside the ward. She seemed very anxious, pacing back and forth in the corridor. She talked for a long time, and after hanging up, she looked very upset, leaning against the wall, unwilling to go back to her ward. My father-in-law sat on the bench outside until almost nine o'clock before returning to the ward. When I got back, I found the ward very quiet. The old lady near the door had finished her IV drip and been taken home by her family. The old lady in the other bed was being cared for by her daughter, who was in her fifties. This shy woman was very quiet and would sit there quietly by herself when she had nothing to do. The glamorous young woman was on the phone. She didn't say anything, only that she asked the person who called to come over. The call ended quickly. The old lady asked if it was her brother who called, and she said yes. The old lady said that her unfilial son treated her like he didn't have a son at all, and that she had really suffered. I heard the old lady call her Xiaoya, and that's when I realized that her name was Xiaoya. The area outside the ward gradually quieted down. After Xiaoya helped her mother take her medicine after the IV was removed, she told her mother that she would be back in a while. The old lady didn't say anything and went to sleep. My father-in-law's IV drip finished in about ten minutes. I helped him take his medicine, and he lay down to sleep. I guessed the IV contained a sedative or something similar. Seeing that everything seemed alright for the time being, I left the ward. Walking down the corridor, I arrived at the hospital's back courtyard, the inpatient ward. The air outside was very fresh. A few elderly patients were sitting and chatting in the large courtyard. Then I saw Xiaoya sitting alone on a bench in the corner. For some reason, I suddenly felt she was very lonely and needed a man's strong support. Suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, but I walked up to her and asked softly, "May I sit here?" She looked up at me, didn't speak, but just nodded. After sitting down, I didn't know what to say. In a moment of panic, I took out my phone, found my favorite song, "Everyone Has a Dream" by Vivian Lai, turned down the volume, and even sang along softly. "Do you like this song too?" she suddenly asked. "Yes, yes… I like it very much." When I heard her ask me a question, I suddenly became stammering. The conversation then became lighter. She seemed to really want to find someone to confide in, and I just happened to be there at the right time and place. Besides, my bespectacled and refined appearance didn't make her seem wary, and we weren't exactly strangers. So sometimes life is strange like that; anything can happen. Maybe this is what people call "luck in love." She told me she was 32 years old this year. After graduating from high school, she went to work in the south, where she met her current husband. Her husband's hometown is in Hunan. He drives a long-distance truck and is usually busy outside, rarely home. She has a 10-year-old daughter, and she usually takes care of her daughter there. She lives with her in-laws, but their relationship isn't particularly good. Her husband also has a bad temper. He called her tonight, telling her to come back quickly, but she said she couldn't leave, and he seemed very angry. Her brother is practically a jerk; he doesn't care about their mother being hospitalized and doesn't want to pay the hospital fees. She's been taking care of her at the hospital for the past few days and feels very frustrated. I listened and comforted her. Unexpectedly, as we talked, she lowered her head and began to cry softly. I took out a tissue from my pocket and handed it to her, gently comforting her and telling her to be strong. I figured she was, after all, a woman, and the stress and frustration of the past few days had finally given her an outlet. While handing her the tissue, I gently patted her back a few times. She trembled slightly and shifted her body awkwardly, but didn't say anything. I inhaled the faint scent emanating from her...The faint scent of perfume suddenly reignited the long-suppressed desire within me. I said, "Look at me, I'm so clumsy with words, I don't know how to comfort people. How about I sing you a song?" She said, "Thank you for patiently listening to me for so long. I hope I didn't bother you." I said, "Listening to a beautiful woman's monologue is my duty." She said, "I'm an old woman now, still beautiful?" I said, "If you're an old woman, then all the women in the world should hang themselves." She laughed through her tears and said, "You're so annoying." So I sang her Li Chen's "Outside the Window." Before I finished, she started clapping softly, her charming eyes becoming even more watery, and she unconsciously leaned closer to me. My God, thank you for my voice, thank you Li Chen. At this moment, the elderly patients sitting outside returned to their rooms. Although I was reluctant to end our increasingly pleasant conversation, I still had to return to the room with her. The ward grew quieter. The woman in her fifties was already asleep, fully clothed, on the empty bed. We sat quietly behind the adjacent bed, listening to the varying snoring of the three patients. After sitting like that for a while, my desire hadn't subsided. My gaze kept drifting to her, so close to me. She wasn't entirely at ease either, frequently lowering her head and running her hand through her hair. Silence spoke volumes. I longed to break the silence, even more so, I longed for our relationship to progress further, even hoping something would happen on this otherwise uneventful night. I checked my phone; it was already 10:30 PM. Thinking of the alluring woman sitting beside me, the intense longing I felt, coupled with the impossibility of reality, made me want to scream. No, this opportunity won't come again. I have to take the initiative, I told myself silently. Having made up my mind, I immediately put my plan into action. I stood up, grabbed the thermos, and left the ward. I went to the doctor's on-call room. Two young intern nurses were sitting idly at their desks, flipping through thick medical books. Seeing me enter with the thermos, they said there was no hot water left and I could get some from the water dispenser if I wanted to take my medicine. I said it was fine and left the on-call room. I walked along the corridor; all the wards were quiet. It seemed that both patients and their families were already resting. At a corner, I saw a staircase leading to the second floor. I went up the stairs. The second floor housed the hospital's various departments. The usually bustling second floor was unusually quiet; I couldn't see a single person. Through the light from the first floor, I could see a row of chairs against the wall in the second-floor corridor. I continued walking until the end of the corridor, where I saw another row of four-seater chairs. I suddenly smiled and told myself, "This is it, or it's not." I returned to the ward and saw Xiaoya lying on her side behind her mother's bed. I guessed she had been sleeping like this for the past few nights. I put down the thermos first and carefully observed the three patients in the ward and the family member of the patient sleeping on the bed near the door. Fortunately, they were all sleeping soundly. So I quietly went to Xiaoya's side and gently patted her shoulder. She turned her face immediately; it seemed she really wasn't asleep. When she saw me, she didn't say anything but sat up. I whispered in her ear that I would wait for her outside and went straight to the door. Only then did I realize my heart was beating very fast. I wasn't sure if she would come out, but if she did, my plan would be half successful! Time passed very slowly, as if an eternity had passed. Finally, I saw her come out. Seeing her, I was overjoyed, but I had to pretend to be very calm and said to her, "The elderly are all asleep now, and there's nothing else to do, so why don't you come out for some fresh air?" She blushed and nodded, and I led her to the corner of the stairs. Reaching the stairs, I turned to her and said, "Let's go up to the second floor. There are benches there, and it's quiet..." She hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything. I don't know where I got the courage, but I took her small hand and led her upstairs. She struggled for a moment, but seeing that I didn't let go, she stopped and obediently followed me upstairs. I led her to the end of the second-floor corridor. The dim darkness enveloped us, slowly releasing the burning passion in our hearts, creating a strange and exciting atmosphere. I gently pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "If you're tired, lean on my shoulder. Don't keep your worries bottled up inside; it's not good for your health..." Before I could finish speaking, her previously stiff body suddenly softened. She threw herself into my arms and began to sob softly, as if the hard armor she wore had been stripped away, and she had reverted to being a little woman who needed a man's care and comfort. I gently patted her back, feeling her fluffy hair occasionally brush against my cheek, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and feeling her hot, soft body pressed against me. My desire was uncontrollable. My palms began to gently caress her back, my trembling right hand slowly moving to her exposed, delicate waist, my fingertips feeling her soft skin. Her sobs stopped, and she shifted slightly, but didn't flinch. My left hand slid unceremoniously to her full, round buttocks, greedily caressing her alluring backside through her jeans. My chest pressed tightly against hers, squeezing her full breasts. I could clearly feel her breathing becoming rapid. I rubbed my stubble-covered chin against her neck and cheeks. Seeing that she didn't struggle, I placed both hands on her plump buttocks and began to knead them with abandon. I don't know who started it, but our lips met. At first, it was just tentative contact, but soon we were kissing skillfully. My tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, sweeping through her mouth and sucking her sweet saliva. I felt like my lower body was about to explode; my penis was painfully hard, and I desperately wanted to penetrate a hot, juicy cunt. I was no longer satisfied with just my hands and mouth; I craved more. Suddenly, I lifted her buttocks with both hands and placed her on the bench next to us. I squatted down, continuing to kiss her while caressing her full breasts through her t-shirt. She grabbed my hand, but not very tightly. I freed her small hand and slipped it inside her t-shirt collar, pressing it against her breast through her bra. She didn't stop me further, just haphazardly touching my hair with her small hands. I freed my left hand and reached behind her t-shirt to unhook her bra. After two attempts, I finally succeeded with one hand. Before she could react, my right hand tightly grasped her full breast. I could clearly feel her nipples hardening; I knew she was completely aroused. I skillfully caressed her round, full breasts with both hands while continuing to kiss her. It felt wonderful. At certain times and in certain places, women can do things you'd never normally imagine. My God, I was so lucky! Neither of us spoke, just silently doing what men and women enjoy. Although we hadn't known each other for very long, that didn't stop us from having the most intimate contact. She was a fully mature woman, her body thoroughly explored, while I was a man with incredibly rich sexual experience, knowing how to make a woman happy without causing her pain. Without me noticing, my mouth had moved to her full breasts, my tongue enveloping her hardened nipples, savoring her alluring taste. She merely pushed my head away slightly before unconsciously running her fingers through my short hair. My right hand began caressing the inside of her thighs through her jeans, and her thighs, which had been pressed together, slowly relaxed, as if she had completely adapted to my caresses. After sucking on her full breasts for a while, my tongue moved down to her slightly protruding abdomen, gently kissing her alluring navel before my tongue boldly swept back and forth over it. At this point, she could no longer hold back; her hands tightly gripped my head, she gasped for breath, and her thighs clamped my right hand tightly between them. I judged that she had probably reached a mini-orgasm. My lips met hers again, and this time she was clearly completely relaxed, her tongue actively entering and exiting my mouth. I suddenly released her lips, stood up, unzipped my jeans, pulled down my boxer shorts, and released my already rock-hard penis. Then, I firmly took her small hand and guided it to my penis. After a brief moment of distraction, she struggled, but I forcefully pressed her small hand onto my fully erect penis. The hot penis, the trembling hand—once they touched, her hand immediately yielded. She obediently grasped my penis, but pinched it with her nails. I ignored her small movements and guided her to stroke my penis with her small hand. I was quite confident in my member, both in length and hardness. After a few strokes, her movements became more practiced, and her breathing became more rapid. My right hand began...I fumbled for the belt on her jeans. This time, she didn't resist, only instinctively struggling for a moment. I unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and laboriously slipped my burning hand inside. Through her panties, I could clearly feel that her lower body was already soaking wet. I knew that time and place didn't allow me to linger; penetration was the only way. So I pulled her up. She was a little confused at first, but then, seeing me start pulling down her tight jeans, she understood what I was about to do. She pulled my hand away and whispered "no," but I knew that sometimes when a woman says "no," it actually means she really wants it. I didn't say anything, but just more resolutely carried out my goal. Finally, my palm was truly caressing her round, firm buttocks. Although her jeans weren't completely off, only down to her knees, I didn't care anymore. I used my fingers to caress her already completely wet vulva through her small panties, while my other hand greedily rubbed her now completely exposed, alluring buttocks. When I inserted my right middle finger into her hot, wet vagina, she went completely limp, utterly powerless to resist, only able to moan softly against my body. I knew I had completely dominated her. While thrusting my middle finger in and out of her vagina, I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb. I think she must have been suppressing her desire for too long, or perhaps she was just naturally sensitive, or maybe it was the unprecedented stimulation. She couldn't take it after only twenty or thirty thrusts. Suddenly, she gripped my right wrist, which was holding her vulva, tightly with her fingers, letting out a suppressed moan. A gush of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, wetting my palm. This captivating beauty was truly amazing. Taking advantage of her weakness after her climax, I turned her around, her buttocks facing me. She understood what I was about to do, but she didn't resist or stop me, only weakly cooperating, using her hands to support herself on the bench, raising her alluring buttocks. A golden opportunity, fleeting and precious. A woman, only when you penetrate her body does she truly belong to you. I pulled down my jeans and boxer shorts, holding my throbbing, hard penis, and with one hand supporting her large buttocks, I entered her wet, hot vagina from behind. It was indeed a mature woman's vagina; not extremely tight, but incredibly hot. After I fully entered, I let out a satisfied groan, and I clearly felt her vagina tighten. I slowly pulled my thick penis out until only the glans remained inside her, then gave it a long, hard thrust. I repeated this three or four times, and her large buttocks arched even higher, arching back in sync with my penetration. Heh, a mature woman is different; those naive young girls can't compare. Then I didn't care about the length of the thrusts anymore, and began to thrust my hips, my large penis penetrating her vagina again and again. My lower abdomen and her large buttocks made intimate contact, occasionally making slapping sounds—the notes of our joy and the testament to our passion. As expected, she has an exceptionally sensitive constitution. After more than a hundred thrusts, her vagina began to tighten unusually, and she started moaning again, similar to her earlier orgasm. Her body tensed up, and I knew she was about to climax again. So I increased the frequency of my thrusts. After about ten thrusts, I could clearly feel her vagina gushing with fluid. I pulled out my penis, and sure enough, another gush of fluid shot out, even more than before. My God, I've really struck gold! A woman who squirts isn't someone you can meet easily. While fucking from behind is also very satisfying, I thought of a better position. I had a friend online who was also the squirting type; we tried walking while fucking and found it made it easier to achieve orgasm. So I completely stripped off her jeans and underwear, and took off her high heels. At this point, her body was limp, allowing me to do whatever I wanted with her. It seems that's how women are; as long as a man fucks her well, he can do whatever he wants with her. Suddenly, I picked her up, face to face. Her arms clung tightly to my neck. I supported her thighs with my arms, and with one hand on my penis, I inserted it into her still-wet vagina from below. This position allowed for deep penetration, and I heard her let out a soft moan. Then, a sharp pain shot through my neck; she had bitten me lightly. This further ignited the primal urges within me. I stood still, holding her, and simply tossed her large buttocks up and down, thrusting my penis hard into her hot vagina as she lowered herself. She probably hadn't tried this position before; after about ten thrusts, she couldn't take it anymore. Her vagina gushed like a faucet, spraying her juices onto my glans. I pulled my penis out briefly, then thrust it in again. I'm going to cum! I can't take it anymore, cum! Cum inside… I have an IUD… Oh… Oh… I can't take it anymore…! And so, I ejaculated deep inside her vagina with great pleasure. She went limp, I collapsed, and we held each other tightly for what seemed like an eternity. Back in the ward, her face flushed, she sat by her mother's bedside and fell into a deep sleep. I, however, felt like I'd won a battle, still brimming with excitement. The next day, we exchanged phone numbers and addresses; it seemed our passion was destined to continue…

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