A young widowed woman I almost fell in love with

This happened three or four years ago. I found someone nearby on WeChat (though it was supposed to be nearby, it was still about 40 or 50 kilometers away). She accepted my request quickly, and before I could even speak, she started telling me her story. I listened intently, and the more I listened, the more real it seemed. I eventually learned that her husband had passed away a year earlier. She recounted how she and her husband had fallen in love, married, and then died. It sent a chill down my spine. We started chatting. She was 29 years old then, with an 8-year-old child, and from a neighboring county. To make a long story short, after chatting for about a month, we decided to meet in our shared prefecture-level city. That evening, I drove to the bus station to pick her up. After seeing her, I took her bag and then naturally took her hand. Her hand was slender and a little sweaty, probably because she was nervous. I smiled and said, "Finally, I meet you in person!" She pulled her hand back and just gave a subtle smile. We then naturally went to the parking lot together. After about a twenty-minute drive, I took her to the hotel I had booked. Once inside, I sensed she was a little nervous, so I asked her to sit down and poured her a glass of water. We chatted casually, and through our conversation, I discovered she was a very shy woman, speaking very little and not daring to laugh loudly. I even felt she wasn't a woman who had been married, had a family, and children. We chatted until dinner time. Since it was winter, we went to a hot pot restaurant near the hotel. She didn't talk much during the meal, and we didn't eat much either, just drank two bottles of beer. I asked her if she didn't like the food, and she said no, she was probably just tired from not sleeping well the night before and wanted to rest early. I said okay, if she didn't want to eat, we could go upstairs and rest. She looked at me and said, "Let's go for a walk." I paid the bill and led her for a stroll on the street. She was still reluctant to talk, only answering my questions casually. After walking for a long time, she told me she was a little cold. I said, "Let's go back, don't catch a cold." She said okay! I didn't drive when we left the hotel; we hailed a taxi back. After returning to the room, she took off her coat and lay down on one of the beds (I booked a standard room because I was worried she wouldn't be comfortable in the room). Only the bedside lamp was on, and the TV was off. She asked if I thought she wasn't a good woman. I said I hadn't thought that way; I thought she was wonderful. She said this was the first time in her life she'd been in a room with a man other than her husband and son, and she was a little nervous. She said she was a little cold, so I turned on the air conditioning for her. She said she was still cold. I touched her hands; they were icy cold and a little sweaty. I said, "Can I hold you?" She said yes. I could tell she was a little scared. I told her not to be afraid, that I wouldn't do anything rash. She said, "Go to sleep." I said okay, took off my clothes, and lay down on the other bed. I asked her, "If you're so nervous and scared, why did you come to see me?" She said she didn't know, she just wanted to see me, so she came. Later, I... I can't remember exactly what we talked about, but it went on until very late. I started to feel sleepy, so I asked her if she wanted to sleep. She had her back to me and didn't say anything. I thought she was already asleep, so I got up and got into her bed. When she turned around, I realized she wasn't asleep yet. She was facing me, her breathing a little unsteady, and I could almost hear her heartbeat. I hugged her tightly, and she hummed in response. I lowered my head and kissed her, from her forehead, nose, and lips all the way down to her neck. I could feel her body getting warmer. I took off my shirt, picked her up, and removed her top. She was wearing a pink bra that complemented her skin. I buried my head between her breasts and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her breasts weren't very big, but they were still very perky, probably a 32B. Her small nipples weren't very dark in color. I put my mouth to them and slowly sucked on them. She squirmed and kept saying, "No, it tickles." Despite her words, her body was still responding to me. I reached down and slipped my hand inside her pants, touching her lower abdomen and slowly moving downwards. She told me not to use my hands, that they were dirty. I slowly pulled down her pants. She had very little pubic hair, clean and neat. I kissed her vulva, her labia majora, labia minora, and clitoris. She was very wet, her body writhing and moaning softly. I took off my own pants and straddled her. She told me to go slowly, that she was a little scared. I used my knees to spread her legs and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. Her vagina was very tight, not at all... Unlike someone who had given birth, I thrust slowly, one stroke at a time. I felt her begin to respond, and I gradually increased the pace. The room was no longer so quiet, filled with the sounds of flesh against flesh and her soft moans. After about half an hour, I felt she had orgasmed more than once. At this point, I couldn't hold back anymore. I increased the pace and asked her if it was okay to ejaculate inside. She hummed in response, which encouraged me. I forcefully ejaculated inside her, feeling like I had ejaculated seven or eight times. It felt like I was drained. I lay on top of her and said, "I ejaculated inside. Let's go to the pharmacy to buy medicine tomorrow." She didn't say anything. Perhaps we were too tired, we fell asleep in each other's arms. We didn't get up until after 10 a.m. the next day. After waking up, we didn't do anything else. After getting up, we went to the restaurant downstairs and ate something. I took her to a nearby shopping mall and bought her some clothes. I asked her if she wanted to go anywhere, but she said no, she just wanted to stay here. So we went back to the hotel. In the afternoon, we did it twice more. She told me that she felt good being with me and asked me if I would be with her if I wasn't married. I didn't dare to answer her. In the evening, I took her to the bus station and bought her a bus ticket back to the county. Before leaving, she asked me to visit her often, and that she would come to see me if it was convenient for me. We parted reluctantly. For the next year, we met almost every month. Until the last time, she told me she was getting married. I felt a strange sense of loss, but I didn't say anything. I told her I hoped she would be happy. I took two days off, told my family I was going on a two-day business trip, and spent the last two days with her. Before I left, she deleted me from her WeChat, saying she would remember me and never forget me. A month later, she got married and we never contacted each other again. Thinking about it, she was a rather simple woman, not the kind who would do anything casually. To be honest, I almost fell in love with her. The person who marries her will be very happy.

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