My passion with the girl from Hangzhou

A romantic encounter is something every man dreams of, but it's something that can't be forced. Even
after years of marriage, I still hope for one, but despite countless fantasies, it never comes true. However, when it does happen, it's so natural and exciting, quietly arriving in my life. In the autumn of the millennium, I came to beautiful Hangzhou. An ancient poem says, "Of all the memories of Jiangnan, Hangzhou is the most memorable."
Hangzhou's lakes and mountains are breathtakingly beautiful, and the girls there are also charming and lovely. I remember when I was working for a state-owned enterprise, my boss organized a trip to Hangzhou. Due to a lack of funds, we stayed in a very cheap hotel. The simple conditions didn't affect my mood, because there was a very gentle girl at the front desk who captivated me, and I watched her work all morning.
This time in Hangzhou, I stayed in a three-star hotel. I often stay at this hotel because it's the only one where you don't have prostitutes bothering you. I never hire prostitutes; I hate that kind of transactional sex—it can't really be called sex, it's just intercourse.
I took a shower that evening and watched TV in my room. The window was wide open, and a cool breeze stirred the white curtains. I was in a good mood, but there wasn't much on TV. Everyone says Hunan TV's "Happy Camp" is good, but I've tried watching it several times and haven't found it interesting. It was past 10 pm, and there was nothing good on.
Bored, I went out of my room. Just as I stepped outside, I heard the sound of mahjong tiles. Following the sound, I saw a mahjong parlor with four people playing cards—three men and one woman. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be employees of the hotel. I noticed the woman was wearing a uniform and glanced at me. She was very pretty, so I instinctively stood behind her and watched her play. Her voice sounded a lot like the receptionist at the hotel in Hangzhou where I stayed during a state-owned enterprise trip. Her voice was always gentle, her breath sweet, and she always had a charming smile. My mood was also lifted, and I watched her every move with a contented smile.
The girl was very charming, but no one tried to win her favor at the card table. Plus, her card skills were terrible; it seemed like she'd been losing ever since I came in to watch them play. She got impatient and kept asking me how to play. I said if I told her, everyone would complain. I suggested she play for me while she watched. She looked at me and said, "Let's try our luck."
I took over, and the tide quickly turned. My luck was incredible! The girl watched happily, no longer asking to play, but constantly urging the other three to pay up. Around 12 o'clock, I not only won back the money the girl had lost but also won over 500 yuan. Then it was time for them to leave, so they dispersed.
I smiled and asked the girl, "How about it? I won for you, and you're not treating?" She said, "Of course, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow." I said I wouldn't have time tomorrow, so I just smiled and left. The girl went downstairs, walked through the room with me, smiled at me, and left. I returned to my room, feeling very relaxed. I washed my face and lay down on the bed. About five or six minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Puzzled, I got up to open it. The girl stood there smiling, already changed into her uniform—a cotton t-shirt, a short skirt, and high heels—looking graceful and elegant. "How about I invite you to our karaoke bar? It's late, I don't want to go home,"
she said as she walked in, her hands behind her back, swaying slightly. "Are you an employee here?" I asked. "I'm the lobby manager," the girl said playfully, a bit uncharacteristic of her managerial role.
"So, are you coming?" "Yes, why not? Someone's treating, why wouldn't I go?" I found it quite amusing.
I was excited to be able to sing in front of such a pretty and lovely girl. At the karaoke bar, it was clear the girl was well-liked at work. We sang in the lobby, and the girl sang exceptionally well, beyond my expectations. I always had this misconception that girls with beautiful voices usually didn't have very good voices. Our performances frequently drew applause, and it was clear the girl was very happy and proud. When I finished singing Qi Qin's "Wolf" in my beautiful falsetto, the girl looked at me excitedly and suddenly kissed my cheek. Then she smiled at me. We played until almost three o'clock. I said to the girl, "Okay, let's go. You have to go to work tomorrow. Don't oversleep and get scolded by your boss." The girl laughed as I went back to my room. After I got to my room, she said that there was no hot water in her room and she wanted to take a shower in my room, asking if I minded. I said I didn't mind.
The girl went to shower, and in the bathroom she said, "You sing so well, I really didn't expect that." After a while, the girl finished showering and was fixing her hair in front of the mirror. I watched her every move, remembering the kiss we had at the karaoke bar, and I felt a little impulsive. So I went over and stood behind her, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The girl asked shyly, "What are you looking at?"
"Look at me," I said, reaching out to hug her waist from behind. The girl didn't move, continuing to fix her hair. My heart fluttered, and I rested my head on her shoulder. The girl tried to turn around, so I kissed her ear. She stopped moving, grabbing my hands and gently pulling them up or outwards. I loosened my grip and touched her breasts. The girl in the mirror closed her eyes and tilted her head back. I kissed her ears and neck, my hands slipping inside her t-shirt. Good heavens, she wasn't wearing a bra! I gently grasped her two soft breasts. I felt a rush of blood to my lower body, slowly hardening. I kissed the girl frantically. She began to writhe, her hands gripping mine, gently kneading her breasts.
Her breathing grew heavier, and the way she looked with her eyes closed was incredibly alluring, something I had never seen before, so incredibly feminine. I moved her closer, hugged her tightly, and kissed her face. The girl was moved too, wrapping her arms around my neck, tilting her head back, and offering me her beautiful lips to kiss. As I kissed her, I found her zipper, and her skirt came off. Then I took off her shirt. The girl looked at me, smiled gently, and pulled up my shirt with both hands. I quickly took off my clothes, and the girl pushed me away, causing me to fall onto the bed. The girl lay down and kissed my mouth, neck, and chest, gently caressing my penis with her breasts. I felt pleasure all over. The girl's tongue was small, gently licking the inside of my thigh, wandering around my penis, and rubbing it with her mouth. Suddenly, the girl took it into her mouth, gently teasing it with her small tongue, and my already erect penis grew even longer. The girl clamped my thighs between her legs, gently rubbing them together.
My blood was rushing, my penis was painfully swollen, and I sat up abruptly, embracing the girl and frantically kissing her breasts. Her breasts were beautiful, the nipples not yet erect. I reached my hand inside her panties, and she twisted, indicating I should take them off. I pulled down her panties, revealing her beautiful body before me. Her pubic hair was sparse and neat, like an untouched virgin territory.
I touched it; it was already soaking wet.
The girl sat on my lap, writhing against my thighs, rubbing her genitals against me, her juices splashing all over me. Stimulated, my movements became even more forceful and rough. I pinched her buttocks and kissed her breasts hard, and the girl began to moan softly.
Finally, she pushed me down again, lying on top of me. As if doing nothing, I entered her instantly. The girl cried out in pleasure, collapsing weakly on top of me, her lower body writhing even more intensely. I gently stroked her back, occasionally thrusting hard. With each thrust, the girl cried out "Ah!"—a sound like it came from the depths of the ocean, incredibly moving. The girl seemed to want more, straightening up and rapidly rising and falling on top of me. Her closed eyes were faintly visible through her swaying hair, and the pleasure radiating from her face was exhilarating. After a while, I finally couldn't resist her beauty and passion, and the wildness within the allure of a southern woman.
I got up, turned her onto the bed, her hands falling over her shoulders, her head turned to the side, her black hair cascading down the bed like a waterfall.
I lifted her legs, dragged her to the edge of the bed, got off, and stood beside her, thrusting forcefully. The girl finally resisted the pleasure, moaning softly. She kept shaking her head, slightly opening her mouth, her tongue moving inside.
She seemed to be searching for something. I liked her lips, so I leaned over and made her squeeze her legs together. I held her head, and the girl obediently put her tongue in my mouth, her hands caressing my buttocks. I thrust even harder into her body.
Sucking on her little tongue, the girl suddenly broke free from my mouth, hugged me tightly, and cried out louder, "Faster...faster...ah..." I squeezed her legs tightly, and the girl squeezed my penis tightly as well. I moved quickly on her body, and amidst the girl's almost crying out, I ejaculated violently... Afterwards, I asked her, "Weren't you afraid I didn't use a condom?" She smiled and said, "I'm in my safe period now. Besides, I can take the medication when I go back."
I was originally only supposed to stay in Hangzhou for two days, but after finishing my business, I made an excuse to stay for five more days. During that week, the girl didn't go home; she came to my room every night. She was very good at enjoying sex, and each time she aroused me to the point of unbearable desire. She loved oral sex, but wouldn't let me perform it on her, which left me feeling regretful in the heat of passion. She liked me to ejaculate anywhere on her body,
especially when I lifted her head, and she slightly opened her mouth, letting the semen shoot onto her breasts, mouth, face, and hair, then she would gently wipe it away with her hand.
Later, I left, and I haven't had a chance to go back to Hangzhou since. Every time I think of that girl, my heart aches.
People say that men love because of sex, and women have sex because of love. Sometimes I wonder if I've fallen in love with her. When I'm busy with work, her presence is less frequent. In the quiet of the night, when I think of her, it feels like a heavy hammer is striking my heart. I wonder if she's doing well now. I don't dare call her, because I'm afraid that hearing her voice will make it even harder to let her go.
Ah, my girl, I will always think of you.

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