A woman I will never forget from a few years ago

A Woman I'll Never Forget a Few Years Ago
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This happened when I first came to Guangdong, and she was also the first woman I met there. I had just started working for a Hong Kong-funded conglomerate, which included several factories and companies. Like everyone else, the company provided me with a dormitory and some daily necessities, and I started work the next day. Since I was new to Guangdong and the company, I hadn't gotten to know my colleagues yet, so I didn't have any friends. After work, I would eat in the canteen, and then go to the basketball court to play basketball for leisure. I enjoyed sports, and I would play until dark every day, sweating profusely before returning to my dormitory. This went on for over a week. One evening, after dinner, I went to the basketball court as usual. While playing, a ball accidentally bounced off the court and ran towards the stands. I chased after it, but someone picked it up halfway there. This is quite normal; people often help pick up balls. She tossed it to me, and I thanked her, giving her a polite glance. She wasn't very tall, probably around 160cm, and her long, flowing hair was casually tied back in a bun with something like a handkerchief.
It was getting late, and we were far from the stadium lights, so I couldn't see her face clearly. She didn't say anything, but I could sense she was smiling, which seemed normal, so I didn't think much of it and continued playing. After a while, we were all getting ready to go back to the dorm. While I was packing my things, I noticed she was still sitting in the stands closest to the stadium, looking like she had something on her mind. The next day at lunchtime, as usual, I grabbed my lunchbox and headed straight for our designated food counter. This company was quite large, with many employees; company staff and factory workers each had their own food counter. I wasn't slow, but by the time I got there, there was already a long line. Oh well, I had to wait. I'm naturally active; unlike others who stand still with their eyes fixed on one spot, I can't stand still. I always look around. Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching me. I followed their gaze and saw a girl smiling slightly in my direction, as if greeting someone. I felt it was directed at me, so I smiled back and turned away, not remembering who she was. I assumed she had mistaken me for someone else and didn't think much of it. I bought my food, found a place to sit, and ate incredibly fast—I've never met anyone who eats faster than me. After lunch, I went to work as usual, and nothing happened. That evening, I went to the basketball court to play. As soon as I arrived, I noticed someone sitting in the same seat as before. I suddenly remembered that the girl who smiled and greeted me at lunchtime was her—the same girl who helped me retrieve the ball last night. She saw me too. I felt embarrassed at lunchtime for misunderstanding her, so I waved and greeted her, "Hi—" She smiled sweetly. In Guangdong, it gets dark quite late in the summer, so I could clearly observe her as I walked. Because it was dark last night, I hadn't seen her clearly, and at noon I thought she had mistaken me for someone else, so I hadn't really looked at her closely. The first thing that caught my eye was her legs. She was wearing a black midi skirt, which made her snow-white legs even more striking. Her slender, slightly fleshy calves seemed perfectly suited to her figure. A pair of cute little feet were encased in brown high-heeled sandals. Perhaps men are all like this; when they look at a woman, they first notice her exposed skin. She wore a purplish-red short-sleeved blouse and casually held a bunch of keys in her hand. Her features weren't particularly striking individually—no big eyes, no high nose bridge, no cherry lips—but together they were harmonious. Combined with her clothing, she had a pure and refined air, a typical delicate and charming young lady. I didn't dare say anything more to her because I didn't know if she was watching her boyfriend play basketball, and it wouldn't be good if others misunderstood. But I knew in my heart that I liked her. This feeling was fleeting and didn't linger in my mind. For several nights in a row, it was the same. She would sit quietly to the side watching us play ball, and when I arrived, I would politely nod and greet her. Because I'm rather arrogant, I didn't really pay much attention to her. Until one afternoon, after get off work, when I got downstairs, I found it was raining outside. It's about a four or five-minute walk from the office building to the dormitory, and the rain was quite heavy. If I ran back, I would be soaked. Just as I was wondering what to do, I heard someone behind me say, "Didn't you bring an umbrella?" I turned around, and it was her. "Yeah, I didn't bring an umbrella. I didn't know it would rain this afternoon." "I brought one. How about we walk together?" "Oh, okay, thank you." If it were any other girl, I definitely wouldn't have shared an umbrella with her. Because it was her, maybe subconsciously I wanted to get closer to her. She opened her umbrella, holding it quite high, but I still had to duck to get in because I'm much taller than her. Now I know she's 158cm tall, and she was wearing high heels, so I felt a bit taller. "Let me hold the umbrella." "Okay, you're too tall, it'll be tiring for me to carry it," she said with a smile. Actually, I'm not tall either, only 178cm. Maybe she said that on purpose to make me happy. I smiled and didn't say anything. "Can't play ball tonight, right?" she said with a smile as we walked. "Yeah, we can't play because of the rain." I was just about to ask her why she was sitting there, "Why do you sit at the court every day?" "Nothing to do, just watching you guys play!" "Can you play?" I wanted to ask her if she was watching her boyfriend play, but I thought that was impossible, because I'd never seen that guy come over and talk to her. Besides, if her boyfriend worked at this company, she wouldn't dare walk with me like this. "I can't, but I like watching," she said with a bright, childlike smile. I loved seeing her smile; it was beautiful, a captivating beauty that could melt any man's heart. We arrived at the dormitory quickly. Our dormitory buildings were numerous and separate; there were about four or five girls' dorms and about a dozen boys' dorms. We went to the girls' dorms first, then walked two minutes to the boys' dorms. I was about to give her the umbrella and run over myself when she said, "Take the umbrella. I won't be walking in the open on my way to the canteen; don't get wet, you might catch a cold." I didn't want to refuse her, nor did I want to. "Okay, thank you. Well… I'll bring it to you after I eat." "No need, I'm not going anywhere tonight. Just bring it to me when you go to work tomorrow." "Okay, thank you!" I didn't think much of it; it was just normal colleague helping each other, and I didn't want to misinterpret it. But I knew she might have some feelings for me. The next day, it was still raining. Her umbrella was still with me, and I, having only recently arrived, hadn't bought one. I left early, intending to wait for her at the dormitory entrance. About ten minutes before my shift started, I saw her and another girl sharing an umbrella, walking and chatting as they came out. What should I do? Should I go up to her or not? Going up might not be good; people might misunderstand us, and that girl might even joke about it. Anyway, she wouldn't get wet, so I decided to wait until after get off work. I quickened my pace and went to the office first. At lunchtime, it was still raining. I waited for her outside the office building again. She came out with that girl again. When she saw me standing next to her, she lowered her head and didn't look at me again, like a stranger. I figured she didn't want others to know she lent me her umbrella, so I didn't say anything. In the afternoon, the rain finally stopped. I waited for her early behind the security guard's booth at the dormitory entrance, determined to return the umbrella to her. I felt so bad having used her umbrella while she was sharing it with someone else. A moment later, I saw her walking towards the dormitory alone, still holding her keys. But instead of going to the dormitory, she walked in the other direction, towards the city center. She probably wanted to go there. I quickly ran after her. "Hi, where are you going? Not going back to the dormitory?" I asked as I caught up. She turned around, saw me, and smiled, saying, "Oh, I'm going to buy something." "Here's your umbrella back. Sorry you didn't have one," I said apologetically. "It's okay, don't mention it," she said with a smile. "Aren't you going to eat? There won't be any food when you come back." "No, I don't want to eat." "I was just thinking of buying an umbrella too, let's go together." I was worried she might be going to do something or meet someone, so I said with a half-joking smile, "Is it convenient?" "Sure, no problem at all, let's go together." We walked and chatted, talking about interests and hobbies, but I didn't ask if she had a boyfriend or anything about relationships. She's from Hubei and has been in Guangdong for two years. She has an older brother in Shenzhen who works in the purchasing department of a group company. He's 27, two years older than me (it was 1998, I was 25 then). She bought some daily necessities, and I bought an umbrella. We bought them at the same supermarket. I offered to pay for him, but she wouldn't let me, so we each paid our own. "I'm a little hungry, let's eat out, it's on me." I was indeed a bit hungry; it was almost eight o'clock, and I also wanted to thank her. "Okay, I'll treat you next time." She's a very independent woman and didn't want others to think she was taking advantage of her. Actually, I think it's only natural for a man to treat a woman to a meal. "Where should we go? Where do you like to go?" "Let's go to KFC, I usually like to eat there alone, is that okay?" Later I found out she said that on purpose to save me money. "Okay, I quite like it too, haha..." I really do like KFC. Even now, when I'm traveling for work, I still like to eat there. It's hygienic, the environment is nice, and the taste is good. After we finished eating, we naturally went for a walk in the park. We kept a certain distance from each other, but I sensed that she seemed preoccupied from the meal until now, so I asked her, "Is something on your mind, or is there something bothering you?" "No, nothing..." Although she said that, I felt that she must have something on her mind, but she just didn't want to tell me. I didn't press her. We found a stone bench in the park and sat down. Suddenly, she looked at me, as if she had something to say to me. "What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me?" I asked her, wanting to know what was bothering her and see if I could help. She lowered her head, thought for a moment, and then said, "No, let's talk about it later." I didn't press her further, and we started talking about other things. She said she liked reading novels, and I liked reading them too at that time. I often bought short stories, like those in "Fiction Monthly." "When can I borrow it to take a look? Is that okay?"She said, "Sure, why not? I've already looked at everything, I'm happy to give it to you." "When should I come pick it up?" "Hmm..." Because I share a small suite with another colleague, a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment—a tiny suite built by the company, about forty square meters—I was worried that her coming over would cause misunderstandings with my colleague, and it wouldn't be very convenient to talk. "How about this, if you're free on Saturday, you can come pick it up and have dinner at my place, okay?"
Because my colleague goes to see his girlfriend every Saturday and comes back to work on Monday. "Um..." she paused for a moment, "Okay, then I'll treat you. I'll buy some groceries and drinks to take with me."
"No need, I can go buy it." I'm not used to women spending money, and I still am. "How about this, I'll buy the groceries, and you buy some drinks, it's settled then." She insisted. "Okay, it's settled then." I glanced at my watch absentmindedly. "What time is it?" "Almost 10:30." "Ah, it's so late, let's hurry back then." "Okay." There were still two days until Saturday. I knew I liked her, and she liked me too. I spent these two days looking forward to it, and time seemed to pass too slowly! Finally, Saturday arrived. I had to work in the morning, but not in the afternoon. After lunch, I went out and bought some drinks, a bottle of Great Wall dry red wine, and two wine glasses. When I got back, I had to clean the room a bit. I've had a good habit of being clean since I was little, but my roommate isn't, so I don't always want to be the one cleaning, and our room is still quite messy. So I dumped all his stuff from the living room into his room. Around 7 o'clock, feeling a bit more refreshed, I heard a knock at the door. I quickly opened it. "Wow, so much food! Can we finish it all?" she exclaimed, carrying bags full of various sizes. "No problem, take your time," she said with a smile. We worked together to set the table; it was quite a feast. "You even bought wine," she said, holding up the dry red wine I'd bought, a slightly mischievous smile on her face. I guessed she knew what I was planning. "Yes, red wine. I can't drink much, so let's just have a little, a little romance!" I said, a little embarrassed, trying to sound calm. We drank, ate, and chatted. Her face was flushed from the wine, and with her sweet smile, she was truly captivating, enough to make any man want to commit a crime. Before we knew it, we'd drunk more than half a bottle. My pupils started dilating, and everything seemed to move, while she remained unaffected, her face simply flushed. Fueled by the alcohol, I kept glancing at her with a silly smile. I knew it was a foolish smile, because my head was starting to spin, and my facial expressions were no longer under my brain's control. But I could still clearly see her smile at me—an encouraging, charming smile. I really couldn't resist. Actually, my body was already reacting, but I was drunk but still clear-headed, and I was trying my best to control myself. Although I can't hold my liquor, I have a knack for recovering quickly; drinking a lot of water usually brings me back to about half my usual state. After we finished eating, she told me to go to the room to rest while she cleaned up the mess. I didn't agree, but I still reluctantly helped her get the dishes and wipe the table. As soon as I entered the room, I collapsed onto the bed, not caring about posture. She came over and looked at me with concern, saying, "Are you alright? You really can't drink." "I'm fine, I really can't drink. I ruined my stomach when I was in college, and I haven't drunk alcohol for many years. Now I can barely hold my liquor." "Let me open a can of soda for you." "Okay." At that moment, I was happy to enjoy the warm feeling she gave me, like a wife to her drunk husband. She opened the drink, I took a few sips, then lay back down, my head against the headboard, watching her. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands on the mattress, also looking at me. I slowly took her hand, gently holding her delicate little hand; our palms were sweaty. I gently pulled her, and she seemed to lose her balance, falling into my arms. I knew perfectly well she was doing it on purpose. I held her tightly, breathing softly into her ear, inhaling her faint scent of hair and her unique feminine fragrance. She turned her head to look at me, and I gently kissed her forehead. She slowly closed her eyes—her signal that she allowed me to kiss her. We kissed passionately, holding each other tightly, as if trying to melt each other. I kissed her as I gently unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her snow-white skin. I kissed her earlobe, her delicate neck, and slowly moved to the edge of her breasts. She breathed heavily. I gently unhooked her bra, and to my surprise, such a slender body had such well-developed breasts. A small brown nipple in the center of the red areola—it was so beautiful. I rolled her over and laid her on the bed, taking her nipple into my mouth. She arched her chest, biting her lip, as if trying to control something. My tongue gently licked her nipple, while my other hand greedily and tenderly caressed her other breast. She ran her hands through my hair, her body trembling. Her skin was as smooth and soft as silk. My lips slowly moved towards her abdomen, my tongue roaming over her body—her navel, breasts, neck, lips… She pulled up my t-shirt, wrapped her arms around my broad back, occasionally gripping my muscles. Suddenly, she pulled my t-shirt off, hugging me tightly, pressing her full breasts against my chest—soft, smooth, and so beautiful. I unbuckled her belt and buttons, gently pulling down the zipper of her jeans, but didn't rush to take them off. I continued to hold her, kissing her. I lay down, letting her climb on top of me, looking at her snow-white, slightly sagging breasts—so beautiful. I tilted my head back, sucking on her nipple, my hands slowly sliding from her back to her waist, gently slipping into her jeans, caressing her buttocks through her underwear. With a gentle parting of my hands and her cooperation, her jeans naturally came down to her knees. I turned over, placed her on the bed, and with one hand, naturally pulled her jeans down. I kissed her while stroking her lower abdomen. It was flat, probably because she was lying down. Through her panties, I touched her mons pubis, letting it rest in my palm; it felt so soft and comfortable. She slowly parted her legs, and I could feel the heat emanating from her genitals, as if they were steaming. Her panties were already damp with her bodily fluids. She lay on the bed, eyes closed, her face flushed, looking incredibly alluring. I took off my clothes, then hugged her again, letting her climb on top of me. I gently pulled her panties down to her knees, then used my feet to help remove them, holding her petite body tightly with my own passionate embrace. I rolled over, and she gently parted her legs, allowing my glans to easily find the entrance to her vagina. I didn't rush in, but gently rubbed the outside, coating my glans with her fluids. When I sensed she wanted it, I inserted my glans into her vagina. Because her vagina was so wet, although it was a little tight, it easily went in three-quarters of the way. She trembled, biting her lip, and let out a soft moan, "Mmm..." Her inside was hot and moist, tightly absorbing and enveloping me. I used my hands to spread her legs, allowing the last bit of my penis to enter her depths. She writhed her snake-like body to meet me. What surprised me most was the contraction and relaxation of her vagina, especially noticeable when neither of us moved. I had never felt anything like it before. I found it strange how she could contract like that. At the time, I didn't know, because I was young. My nerves were in a state of high excitement, and with the added effect of alcohol, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate. I've heard that many men can last longer after drinking, but I'm the opposite. As soon as I'm even slightly intoxicated, my control over my body fails me, and I ejaculate several times earlier. I easily lifted her up, and she sat on top of me, allowing my penis to thrust fully inside her. Each thrust excited her greatly; I could feel it. This position makes it difficult for me to ejaculate, so I wanted to rest and not ejaculate too soon, because she still needed more. After a while, I felt my urge to ejaculate had subsided somewhat, so I laid her back on the bed, raising her legs as high as possible to allow for deeper penetration. She breathed heavily, gripping the edge of the bed tightly to prevent her body from shifting backward with my thrusts, ensuring more full contact. Usually, if these positions don't trigger my ejaculation, I'll penetrate from behind, and I'll ejaculate quickly. But not today; I couldn't control myself. Perhaps it's because it's been too long since we've done it—about three or four months. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I said, "I'm going to ejaculate." She said "Mmm," and I quickly thrust a few times before pulling out. Holding the head of my penis, I ejaculated in my own palm. Although it wasn't quite the same as ejaculating inside, I still felt like I was flying, a wave of dizziness washing over me. I hadn't felt this way in a long time… We went to the bathroom to clean ourselves up, and back in bed, she rested her head on my arm, leaning against my chest, and softly asked, "Why didn't you ejaculate inside?" "I was worried you'd get pregnant…" I gently hugged her. "No, don't worry, it would be uncomfortable for you." She hugged my waist. "It's okay, I don't want you to suffer for my momentary pleasure." I gently kissed her hair and whispered, "Are you in your safe period today?" "Yes, it just ended the day before yesterday, so it's fine today." She looked at me and smiled. "XX, I…" she hesitated, unsure what to say. "What's wrong? Tell me, it's nothing." "If I tell you, will you ignore me? I'm afraid you'll never talk to me again." She looked preoccupied. "No, how could I?" I hugged her. "Tell me, okay?""?" After my repeated requests, she finally told me that she had a boyfriend, they had known each other for five years, and they were planning to get married after the Spring Festival. There were no special circumstances; her boyfriend came to see her every Saturday. He was supposed to come tonight, but she said she had something to do, so he didn't come. Only then did I understand why she had paused when I asked her to come on Saturday, and why she had seemed so preoccupied that night. I listened, remained silent, and didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say at that moment. "Are you angry? Are you never going to talk to me again?" Seeing her almost pleading eyes, I felt a pang of sadness, unsure whether to feel sorry for her or for myself. "No, don't worry..." I still didn't know what to say. To be honest, I liked her, but not to the point of deep love, so I wasn't very heartbroken. "The first time I saw you, I liked you. Every time I went to the basketball court, it was to watch you play. I had a fierce internal struggle, but I still couldn't help it..." She gently let go of me. I knew she thought I probably didn't want to be close to her anymore, that I would hate her, that I saw her as a bad girl. I turned and gently hugged her, kissing her to dispel her concerns. She continued, "I never thought I would do this. I've never been with any other man besides him, and our sex life is very harmonious. But I don't know why, I want to be close to you. I want to know what it feels like to make love with you. No matter what you think of me, I want to tell you that even if you never speak to me again, I will be content because I once had you, and I will never regret it..." I saw her head down, and her voice changed towards the end. I knew she was crying. I hugged her tightly and said, "I won't ignore you. As long as you're willing, I will always be your lover and friend. I know you can't leave him." "No matter why you want to be with me, I'm willing, really!" "Yes, I can't leave him. Both our parents know, all our relatives and friends know, I can't face the whole society, can you understand?" She continued to cry, "And he's so good to me, I have no reason to leave him..." "Don't say anymore, I understand, I believe you're a good girl, let's not talk about these things anymore, okay?" I kissed her tearful face while wiping away the remaining tears, my heart pounding, still unsure how to comfort her. Actually, I was quite sad myself at that moment, I don't know why. I'd never encountered anything like this before. She hugged me tightly and said, "I only know that I'm very happy with you, and the feeling of making love with you is something I've never experienced with him."... We were silent for a while. To dispel her concerns and prove that I didn't intend to ignore her, I kissed her again... As we kissed, she rolled over and climbed on top of me, kissing my ear and swirling her tongue around my ear canal, sending shivers down my spine. Then she kissed my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my lower abdomen. When her chin touched my penis, she grasped it with her soft, white hands. First, she moved her tongue around my inner thighs and perineum, then she took my testicles into her mouth, gently sucking and spitting them out. When my penis was fully erect, she gently took my glans into her mouth, then took it all in and slowly moved it up and down a few times before sucking it very quickly. She was very skilled; although her mouth was small, I couldn't touch her teeth at all. I watched my penis go in and out of her small mouth, which was really exciting. While she was sucking my penis, she gently stroked my scrotum with her hand and kept licking the glans with her tongue. I was incredibly excited by her, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate. She was still rapidly swallowing and releasing me. I held her head down, preventing her from moving. "I want to cum..." she said, spitting out my penis and looking at me. "Go ahead and cum, it's okay." She took my penis back in her mouth and continued the piston-like motion. When I was about to ejaculate, I prepared to pull out and ejaculate outside, but she held me tightly, preventing me from taking it out. I ejaculated, a complete and utter release, all of it in her mouth. During the ejaculation, she was still gently sucking. After I finished, she quickly ran to the bathroom to vomit the semen from her mouth. I could still hear her vomiting. I rushed over to check on her and saw her slumped over the toilet, retching repeatedly. I was so moved. For me, she had actually let her disgusting semen be in her mouth. I didn't say anything at the time, just gently patted her back and poured her a glass of water... In bed, I asked her, "Since the semen made you feel so uncomfortable, why did you let me ejaculate in your mouth?"?"?"
"Because this will make you feel good. He always wanted to ejaculate in my mouth, but I refused. But for you, I'm willing, no matter how painful it is. I want to make you feel good. I'll agree to anything you want..." she said, looking at me with a pitiful expression. I was incredibly moved. No woman had ever done this for me before, and no woman has ever done it for me until now. If she didn't have a boyfriend, she might very well be my wife now. I love her very much. After that, she maintained a relationship with me. Once, her boyfriend even came over, and she rushed over and had sex with me again. She said that having sex with him didn't feel as good as having sex with me, and that her boyfriend's penis was thicker and longer than mine, and she didn't know why. If the first time was about novelty, we've done it countless times... I still miss her now, and I'll never forget her. She's the only woman who has ever made me ejaculate in her mouth. This isn't a very well written story, but it's based on true experience. I don't like exaggerated descriptions; realism is best. Please give me your feedback. [The End]

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