Sexual activity in Beijing (7-8)

Beijing Sexual Encounters (Part 7)

After arriving at the room, I immediately sent my pants, which I had soiled myself last night, to the laundry. I thought to myself, "The person who washes my pants is so pitiful."
Sleeping with someone in your arms is exhausting; this morning my neck felt very tight, as if it had been twisted. But being able
to sleep with Qingqing for one night made it all worthwhile.

They took me to the Great Wall last time. Most people go to the Great Wall and the Ming Tombs, which is
about a day's worth. The driver said it would be colder today, so it would be better to leave later. On the way, we weren't worried about
the driver seeing us and telling the company later; we either held hands or I hugged her. We passed a large
area that looked like a real estate development zone, which seemed to be half-finished. Qingqing asked curiously, and the driver replied, "
This place is called Ghost City. It was built a few years ago when the real estate market was booming. But halfway through construction, the market crashed, and people realized
it was too far away. So nobody bought it, and they ran out of money to finish. They had to let ghosts live there, hence the name Ghost City."
Qingqing burst into laughter at the driver's northern-style humor.

The Great Wall is a famous scenic spot that looks best from afar. From a distance, it appears majestic and endless, but from the
foot of the wall, it's just a large, old, and dilapidated wall. Repairing it would
require an immense amount of manpower and resources. If the Great Wall is like this, aren't people in society often the same? They may appear
handsome and upright, exuding righteousness, but upon closer acquaintance, you'll find that most are selfish, self-serving, and ruthless like
Yue Buqun (a character from a Chinese novel known for his selfishness and ruthlessness). Qingqing is undeniably beautiful, but what's most precious is her kind heart. She said last night, "
I don't want hurt your wife," and she has lived up to that promise ever since. Qingqing is beautiful from afar, but up close, her heart
is even more beautiful than her appearance.

The Great Wall is north of Beijing. People along the Great Wall told us that it snowed a little last night, but
it melted early this morning. The mountains on the visual edge are covered in white snow, a vast expanse where not a speck of green can be seen.
Qingqing looked at the snow-covered mountains and said, "The snow is so beautiful. I wonder if anyone lives in it?"
I said, "Yes, the kite you flew away a couple of days ago flew here and lives here." She said, "How did you know? I
just hoped it would fly to a place with snow. I most hope to spend a white Christmas abroad."

She asked me about my Christmas in America, and I told her everything. Then she said, "When
I see snow in movies, I think of white veils. I've always fantasized that my future husband will be related to snow." I asked,
"What kind of relationship will your husband have with snow?" She said, "I don't know! Maybe we'll meet in the snow,
or maybe he'll be the first person I see snow with." I playfully said, "Then if I see snow with you now, does
that count ?" She said, "No, it only counts if we touch the snow." At that moment, I prayed in my heart, God, please have
mercy and let it snow quickly!

After visiting the Great Wall and the Ming Tombs, we were all tired, and it was getting late. It was dark when we got back to Beijing. We had eaten too much and too well these
past few days , so we decided to keep dinner simple. The driver suggested we go to Xidan for dumplings
, which is considered a Beijing specialty. Ordering was as troublesome as ordering hot pot. A small basket had twelve dumplings,
a large basket had twenty-four, and there were extra-large baskets, not to mention... We knew the staff wouldn't let us off the hook if we only ordered a small basket
, so we ordered two small baskets. Little did we know, the staff were still playing the same old game. Our young man casually ate thirty or
fifty dumplings, emphasizing how famous their dumplings were in Beijing, and how it would be a waste not to try them since we'd come all the way from Taiwan.

In the end, we just ordered three small baskets. The two of us only ate one and a half baskets, packing the remaining one and a half to take back to the driver
. The characteristic of Beijing dumplings is their distinct flavor; you can tell the meat and vegetables when you bite into them,
and the soy sauce is different, which actually makes them quite delicious. Later in Taipei, we even went to Xiang Taifeng to relive that
romantic moment. But whether it was truly a different taste or something else, we always felt the ones in Xidan, Beijing, were better.

That night, I lay on her bed, holding her, and we talked about our past relationships. She had two
boyfriends , both of whom seemed nice, but one ended because he was in the military, and the other because he quit his job; neither relationship lasted. I also
told her about my past girlfriends, including mine and my wife's. I felt I could talk to Qingqing
about anything , even things I deliberately hid from my wife. I told her about my ex-girlfriends.
I even told her about my past relationships with prostitutes in mainland China (of course, I wouldn't say I'd just been there a couple of days ago, only that I'd been with
friends once or twice). Because I felt I was perfect in her eyes from the beginning, I didn't need
to try to please her, and I wasn't afraid she'd look down on me if she knew my secrets. She even defended me, saying that I went to
prostitutes because "it's something every man needs, just don't get addicted."

That day, she was wearing the jeans she'd worn during the day, and she still let me touch her legs, but even through the thick jeans, it was
n't enough. I boldly asked her if I could change back into yesterday's pencil skirt. She agreed and told me to turn around so she could
change . I heard her unzip her pants and take them off, and I felt like a million ants were biting my heart. I desperately wanted to turn around
and see. I gritted my teeth and endured it. Qingqing went back to bed, wearing yesterday's skirt. I immediately hugged
her, kissed her, and touched her legs. She still only allowed me to touch her legs and waist, not her breasts or buttocks. Yesterday
she was wearing stockings, but now she wasn't. Her skin felt even smoother, and I could feel the fullness and
elasticity of her thighs. I've always had a particular fondness for looking at women's legs, and after meeting Qingqing, I think I've become a complete
leg fetishist.

I'm so shameless; touching her through jeans isn't enough, but touching her through a skirt makes me uncontrollably aroused. At one
point, the force with which I invaded her other parts increased, and her resistance grew stronger
. I knew I had to stop, or I would either rape her or die from a stroke. With my
last ounce of strength, I suppressed my desire and said to her, "I'm going back to take a shower. You should go to sleep early. See you tomorrow
!" I left without waiting for her reply.

Then I quickly went back to my room and found the cell phone belonging to the karaoke mom downstairs from the previous night. I called
her and told her that she had introduced some girls to our group a couple of days ago, and asked her to bring one to my room now. Mom found it
strange, but since I was staying there, she agreed. I'm usually very picky about girls and don't accept others
choosing for me, but this time I was really in a hurry, so I did something unusual. I thought any woman would do,
which shows how powerful women (I'm referring to Qingqing) can be. It probably wasn't long, but it felt like a long time, when Mom
brought a girl to me. I changed my usual approach and attacked the girl like a tiger or wolf as soon as I entered, so fast that even she...
I felt uncomfortable. When I put on the condom and prepared to enter, I suddenly went soft. I was
perfectly erect next to Qingqing, so why couldn't I perform with a naked woman in front of me?

I sighed, put on my clothes, told the prostitute to put on her clothes too, gave her money, and told her to leave. The prostitute was
kind enough to think I was impotent and offered to "serve" me, asking if I could. I smiled bitterly and said, "No need,
I'm naturally impotent."

I decided to go back to Qingqing. Even if I died of suffocation or impotence next to her, it was a thousand times better than
having sex . When I reached her room, I found the door was only ajar. I must have left it open in my haste
. Qingqing was still lying on the bed, her eyes a little wet, as if she had been crying. After I picked her up, she said, "You're back.
Why did you leave earlier?"

I lied and said I was going to take a shower. She cleverly asked, "Why didn't you change your clothes after your shower?" I had no choice but to be honest
and say, "Because I was afraid I couldn't resist, so I had to leave." She said, "Do you hate me for not sleeping with you?" I
said, "How could I? I know I already have a wife. Although I really want to, I can't
blame you if you don't want to."

I asked her why she was crying earlier, and she whispered, "After you left, I realized I think I've fallen in love with you."
I happily said, "I've fallen in love with you too." She said, "Really? What about your wife?" I
was speechless . She continued, "Actually, if it weren't me who came this time, but someone else, you would have fallen in love with her too, right
?" I said, "How could that be? No one else is even half as beautiful as you!" She said, "So that means if
she were also beautiful, you would have fallen in love with her too!" I said, "Of course not."

She said, "You say no? Who would believe you! What proof do you have?" I thought to myself, what
proof ? It's not a scientific theory. I said, "Okay, if it were someone else, I might want to do things with them
too, but I would never hug them for two nights and do nothing."

She said, somewhat believing me, "I know you were holding back a lot just now, but if your wife knew, she would be
very distressed." Qingqing wasn't thinking about me abandoning her after we were done, or anything like that; she didn't want to hurt my
wife . It shows how kind-hearted she is. At this moment, she said to me with a serious expression, "Can you promise me one
thing ?" I said I would promise her anything. She said, "Promise me that what happened between us
will never be known to your wife, okay?"

I thought to myself, what kind of nonsense is this? Since ancient times, when men have extramarital affairs, it is always the women who complain
. How can a man sell himself? I immediately agreed.

Beijing Sexual Affairs (8)

After hearing this, Qingqing closed her eyes and guided my hand to her thigh. I touched her without any hesitation,
but this time when I went to touch her buttocks, she did not resist and let me touch her. Later,
when I lifted her panties and touched her private parts, she did not resist, but just bit her lips lightly in pain. In the end, I simply took off her panties, and she
did not resist. Her buttocks were rounder and fleshier than Zhou Jing's. Although they were not as small as Zhou Jing's,
they felt very good to touch. Her buttocks muscles were as smooth as her thighs. By this point, I knew she would
agree to be with me tonight. So I leaned forward to kiss her legs, the beautiful legs I had always dreamed of. Later, those legs would
consume countless amounts of my energy and consume countless sperm. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin, from calves
to thighs, from left to right, and from thighs to calves—completely white and flawless, like the snow she loved.
I had enough, so I lifted her skirt, parted her legs, and prepared to enter.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, as if afraid to see. I found it difficult to enter her; I'm experienced, I
shouldn't be mistaken. I softly asked if it was her first time. She didn't answer, but nodded. I was very
happy , because even my wife wasn't a virgin when she met me. I didn't force it, knowing the first time would be difficult,
so I tried slowly, inch by inch. When I was fully inside, I heard her cry out in pain. I asked her, "Does it hurt?" She said,
"Just a little bit, can you hurry up?" I was aroused all night, and it was my first time, so being quick
wasn't a problem. Although men always want to last a little longer the first time, I couldn't bear to see her in pain, so I only thrust
a few times before coming inside her.

Before, when I had sex with my girlfriend, I was always just happy and that was it. As for prostitutes, it goes without saying. But
with Qingqing, I started to care about her feelings. I spent more time nurturing our relationship,
taking it slow and not being as impulsive as before. I found that if I saw her satisfied, my satisfaction was
doubled. There's nothing happier than seeing the person you love satisfied.

After our first meeting that day, we were silent for a while, and then she asked me, "Why
didn't you look at me at the company before?" I said, "Actually, I did look, but you didn't notice." She said,
"How could that be? If you had looked, I definitely would have noticed. I noticed you looking at me when you had dinner with me for the first time on Wednesday.
" To my shame, it turned out she caught me the first time I tried to sneak a peek at her legs. Later, I learned that Qingqing
was the kind of person who cared a lot about what others thought of her, so she was always observing how people viewed her.

She said, "There aren't many young people in the company; most are just starting out. You're the highest-ranking among the young ones.
I initially thought you might pursue me, until I saw you and your wife at the company dinner. I didn't expect you to be married so
young ." I explained, "I got this position because my boss and I are from the same hometown.
His village is very remote; even Americans don't know about it. It just so happens that my school is near it, so we
hit it off immediately." Then I told her that my wife and I met while studying in the US, and
getting married after returning to Taiwan felt like a natural progression.

She said, "Anyway, you still got married." I told her, "Actually, I wasn't
married when I first joined the company. When you saw us then, we had just gotten married, although we'd been living together for a long time." Then we
were silent for a while, as if contemplating what might
have happened if we had met a few months earlier.
What if ?

I hope it snows on Sunday, but late October is a bit early for Beijing; it usually snows in
December . The other day we visited the Forbidden City, and it reminded me of the splendor of emperors' harems with three thousand concubines. But now
, even if you were offered three thousand concubines in exchange for the woman beside me, I don't think I'd want her. Of course, if it were just a gift...
If I had three thousand concubines, and could keep Qingqing, that would be a different story.

This was our last day of freedom, and we visited all the other places in Beijing we wanted to go, like the Summer Palace and
the Beijing Zoo. Qingqing especially loved the pandas at the Beijing Zoo, watching them for almost half an hour. All the sights in Beijing
are outdoors, and it was indeed very cold in autumn; just walking outside for a short while would freeze your feet and head.
Qingqing, who had lived in Taiwan for a long time, wasn't used to it

. From then on, we stayed in my room because it was bigger. But I didn't dare cancel Qingqing's room reservation
, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain to the company if they asked where she was staying. Actually, life is full of serendipity. Qingqing usually dresses
very formally in the office, rarely wearing skirts shorter than knee-length. Taking over as supervisor was a big deal for her, so all her clothes were
brand new, the kind that's more suited for work, and therefore more sexy, with shorter skirts. That's why I
noticed how beautiful her legs were. As for that super tight skirt, it was even more of a coincidence. It turned out to belong to her sister. Her sister was thinner and shorter than her, so it looked
good on her. She had taken an extra one when packing her luggage. Originally, she hadn't even considered wearing it and planned to
return it to her sister when she got back, but later she took the skirt home and kept it for herself.

I asked her why she wore such a short skirt that day, it wasn't like her. She replied, "I think everyone
wants to attract attention. Back then, you were always sneaking glances at my legs, looking like you wanted to devour me
, but after you were done, you had to pretend to be serious. At first, I thought it was funny, but later I felt proud.
In the end, I started to get scared, scared that one day you would stop looking, so I deliberately wore a short skirt."

Since meeting Qingqing, I've become a true leg fetishist. I think even if a woman has
a figure , if it's just two radishes stuck in her breasts, it's quite disgusting. I would rather have a woman with decent breasts
, but with a pair of long, beautiful legs.

During that week in Beijing, I felt like a wolf. First, there were Xiaojing and Shiqian, then Qingqing. But
my encounters with Xiaojing and Shiqian all stemmed from Qingqing. The second night, Qingqing was completely naked in front of me for the first time.
She said the final penetration wasn't important to her; she preferred foreplay and asked me to kiss her. At that moment, her
body was full of mystery to me. Especially her breasts; although not very large, they were very elastic.
Actually, large breasts aren't useful; large ones tend to sag, while moderately sized ones are often more elastic. Qingqing's
breasts were rounder than Xiaojing's, and didn't seem to sag at all. In today's society, I find it hard to imagine
encountering a 27-year-old virgin.

The second time, she still kept her eyes closed, letting me kiss her breasts and caress her body at will. I often
just had one hand on her leg and the other on other parts of her body. I still remember
the intense reaction I felt the first time I kissed her nipples. The second time I entered her, she still showed signs of pain, but this time she didn't urge me to hurry, though I still came inside her quickly.

Afterwards, she asked a very stupid question: "Why do men love doing this kind of thing?" I said,
"I don't know, but I know many men go bankrupt and ruin their reputations because of this." She said,
"Then why did you do it with me? "

For the first time afterward, I said, "Because your legs are beautiful." I could
easily but for some reason, I didn't want to say it to Qingqing so easily, didn't want to lie to her so casually. I asked her,
"Then why are you willing to do it with me?" She didn't say she loved me, only, "Because you want it, I just
want you to caress me."

As I spoke, I caressed her body again. If Xiaojing was a perfect score, Qingqing might only be
85. But that didn't matter; every time I saw her tightly closed legs, I felt an overwhelming urge. After the first time
, seeing her legs scattered messily on the bed, I reacted again. I entered her again. The second time, she
still seemed to be in pain, but this time I couldn't go fast, because this was the second time tonight. I had to pull out first,
rub it against her legs, and only put it in when I was almost out. I felt
a sense of satisfaction at being able to leave my semen inside the body of the woman I loved. As I was about to ejaculate inside her, I couldn't help but
say, "Qingqing, I love you." "

On Monday, the Jian brothers finally called me and asked to meet me. Qingqing was reluctant to go, but I
told her it was originally her department's business, and as the supervisor, she had to go. She went along nervously. She's not good
at confronting people and didn't know how to handle this kind of situation. The Jian brothers admitted to taking about a million in kickbacks
, and now they only have about 700,000 left. I told them, 'If you're willing to return the rest to the company,
we'll calculate the difference when we get back. It might even cover some of your salary and bonuses. If that's not enough, sign an IOU and you can pay it back later
. '" "When they saw things were going wrong, they agreed, but I said I couldn't make that decision and had to go back and ask my boss.

The boss, true to his American ways, said he'd report it to the authorities. I advised him that even if he did, he wouldn't get the money back,
and there were no kickbacks in mainland China. If it got out that they'd reported it, no one would dare sign another contract with us
. Besides, 300,000 or so wasn't a huge sum; it was only 30,000 or 40,000 US dollars. The boss reluctantly agreed
.

That night, I took Qingqing and the Jian brothers out to dinner again, told them the news, and asked them to arrange for the money
to be transferred back to the company. It was also a way of saying goodbye. After all, it wouldn't be convenient for us to see each other again.
I took Qingqing out partly for business, and partly to show off to the two brothers, because
it would be very inconvenient to take Qingqing to meet other people back in Taipei."

Back in the room, we started making love again. Each time I entered, Qingqing said it hurt a lot. Sometimes she lied and said it didn't hurt
, but I could tell from her expression that she was lying. Although it was a little better than the first time, I still could
n't finish it completely. But I was still very grateful for what she did to satisfy me.

The last day of that week was a public holiday, it seemed to be either Retrocession Day or Chiang Kai-shek's birthday. I didn't want
this beautiful time to end so quickly, so I suggested to her that we not go back to Taiwan, but go to Hong Kong for a couple of days first.
Qingqing, of course, liked to say, "All my friends have been to Hong Kong, only I haven't, but I'm afraid
it won't ." I said the company wouldn't know about the rescheduled flight.

On Tuesday, back at the company, people said that the mainland cadre who had stood us up last time was back, and we had invited him
to dinner today. I knew that the bidding would start soon after he returned, and if he accepted our invitation, it would pretty much mean we had won the bid
. Sure enough, during dinner, we chatted about all sorts of things, and when we were leaving, he said the bidding would start tomorrow, which should be...
Good news is coming, telling us to come soon. I thought to myself, this trip to Beijing was really great. First, I won over a beauty, then I settled
Brother Jian's troublesome matter, then I won the bid, and I even got to spend two gentle days with Zhou Jing. If things continue like this, it would be nice to stay in Beijing
long-term .

That night, Qingqing was also very envious of me, saying I was capable. I said, "Actually, the bid documents were prepared by the mainland staff,
and they were the ones who contacted the people first. I'm just here representing the company. It doesn't matter whether I'm here or not. Brother Jian only trusted me
because I had a good relationship with them before. Otherwise, if they hadn't come, it would have been quite troublesome to find them
." She said, "Even so, you're better than me. I can't even book a plane ticket; I only know how to do some accounting
stuff." I wonder if women with no talent are particularly sexy. I immediately hugged her and made love to her again.

On Wednesday, since everything was finished, we went sightseeing in Beijing again. We've just started dating, and we have nothing to do
for the rest of the week, so we had a particularly good time that day. That day, the last place we went was the Temple of Heaven.
Qingqing made a wish there and asked me to make one too. Her wish was, "May
my wife never know about us." The Temple of Heaven must have been incredibly effective; my wife still doesn't know about us to this day
.

Although we had a very happy day, we still couldn't make love that night. Seeing how hard I was trying, she
said, "Danny, come in. I can hold back." I was very touched, but I couldn't bear to see her
in pain, so I slowly rubbed against her legs before finally entering her. Actually, she had to endure even
more .

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