Taipei Story

In 1978, I served in Kinmen.

Back then, conscripted soldiers had two opportunities to return to Taiwan for leave. On my first leave, I was waiting for

my flight in Taipei. Because May is foggy season, Kinmen's navigation system wasn't very reliable; whenever there was fog,

the plane couldn't land, and there was a long queue of people waiting to board. I reported to the service center and

got a stamp for boarding the next day.

Great, I'd gained an extra day off. It was my first time in Taipei, a

completely unfamiliar place; I wandered all the way to Ximending, found a not-so-cheap self-service hotel, and booked a

single room. I had reason to be so extravagant; that day was my twenty-first birthday, another

milestone in my life, and I had no reason to wallow in the sadness of returning from leave.

I changed into civilian clothes, watched a movie I didn't understand, drank some alcohol, and wandered around an arcade

, seemingly losing myself in the dazzling lights. I looked at my watch; it was already 11:30 PM. I

reached into my pocket—all my coins were gone. I sighed and slowly strolled back to the hotel.

I stopped in front of the elevator, pressed the up button, and whistled aimlessly when suddenly a pair of

red high heels caught my eye. I raised my gaze slightly; it was a pair of beautiful legs encased in stockings

, full of muscular beauty and incredibly well-proportioned. Looking further up, there was an alluring pencil skirt, a tight

white shirt, and above the neckline was a fair, delicate neck, topped with the most beautiful

hair the most sensual lips, large, watery eyes, and slender, dark eyebrows. I was stunned.

"See anything you like?" she said, her voice low and tinged with laughter.

My face flushed red, and I felt the heat rising to my ears.

She was a very beautiful woman. I don't often compliment women on their beauty, but she was

undeniably stunning . She was probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed like an office lady. Here I want to make a special point

. It seems that when people talk about "working girls," they usually think of "those who do that kind of thing," but she gave off

the vibe of a typical "office lady." Translating her as "working girl" might not be entirely accurate,

but I don't know what else would be a better translation.

"Want to come in?" she said again, stepping into the elevator that had opened. I followed.

There were only the two of us in the elevator.

"You're so beautiful," I said, mustering my courage. To this day, I'm still

amazed .

"Really?" she smiled charmingly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair. I suddenly felt a heat

spreading , concentrating below my lower abdomen. I shook my head, trying to clear the thought from my mind.

"Which floor?" she asked.

I glanced at the button for the sixth floor, which was lit up. "Same as you."

"Have you been drinking?"

I nodded. "A little." Actually, I had drunk quite a bit; I could smell the alcohol all over myself.

We arrived at the sixth floor. Stepping out of the elevator, I walked straight ahead. She took her key and opened the door to room 612.

"Where do you live?" she asked, turning around.

She

smiled. "I'm asking which room you live in!"

"Oh, right next to you, 614."

"My home is also in Kaohsiung. Want to come in and chat? I'll make you some hangover medicine."

To be honest, I was suspicious of the situation. My hair was short, my skin dark—

you could tell at a glance I was a soldier. I'd often heard stories of honey traps from my seniors in the army, and I felt a little uneasy. But

I'd been drinking, and that emboldened me. I remembered my instructor saying, "We train not just to build

a strong physique, but also to make it enjoyable for women to touch." My physique was excellent then, all

muscle, and sometimes when I looked in the mirror, I thought I was quite attractive. Maybe she really

was interested in me?

"I want to take a shower first," I heard myself utter these words.

"I'll wait for you," she said.

I went back to my room, took a shower in the small bathroom, and washed the clothes I had changed out of

. Afterwards, I turned off the tap, and heard the sound of running water from next door. I then realized that

the bathrooms in the two rooms were connected, and she was obviously showering too.

The effects of the alcohol were wearing off a bit. The decisiveness I had earlier suddenly vanished; should I accept her invitation? I murmured to myself

in front of the bathroom mirror, "Wouldn't it be alright to chat?"

"It's alright!" a voice inside me said.

I changed into a long-sleeved shirt, put on my jeans, socks, and sneakers. I waited until the sounds from the bathroom

next door stopped for a while before finally deciding to make a polite visit.

I knocked on room 612's door. There was no response after the first three knocks, but after three more, her voice came through. "

Come in ."

I opened the door. This room was more luxurious than mine; there was a water heater, a small refrigerator, and a TV

, but she was not in my sight.

"Excuse me, wait a minute, I need to pamper myself. Why don't you watch some TV first?"

Her voice came from the bathroom.

I found the remote on the TV. I turned it on; the news was reporting on the communist

revolution , the volume was low, so I turned it up. After watching for a while, I got bored and

changed the channel.

Suddenly, a loud groaning sound came from the speakers. You all know that kind of sound, I don't want to go into

too much detail. I was startled, and before I could even see the picture clearly, I hurriedly turned off the power.

My heart was pounding, hoping she hadn't noticed.

She noticed!

A giggling sound came from the bathroom. "Little one, what are you doing?" With the laughter, she

came out of the bathroom. She was only wrapped in a large towel! From shoulders to thighs, she was completely naked

in front of me. I felt my mouth go dry, as if the alcohol was working again.

"Your face is red again?" she laughed.

I tugged at her collar, watching her take a can of coffee from the mini-fridge, pour it into a teacup about

three-quarters full , then took a can of Sprite, filling the cup to the brim, and handed it to me. "For hangovers."

I was sure there was a hint of doubt in my eyes. She shrugged, "Sprite isn't

as effective as Coke, what can I do?"

I took a sip; it was cloyingly sweet. Suddenly, I remembered the saying that Coke and MSG could be used as a simple aphrodisiac,

and a sudden surge of heat washed over me.

The May night in Taipei was still a bit chilly; the vents were blowing out heating, and I lowered my head

...

"Aren't you wearing too much?" she said.

"It's okay."

She frowned. "Take off your shirt. There's no need to be so formal."

Here it comes! I thought to myself. Should I continue playing this dangerous game? Hmm, hard to say. That day

was my twenty-first birthday! (Looking back today, twenty-one is truly the age of a clueless brat,

but back then I considered myself a grown man.) I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I swear, she was

looking me up and down.

I was wearing my army-issued grass-green undershirt underneath for convenience on the way back to camp. I suddenly regretted

not wearing an undershirt; it would have been much more convenient now.

Title: Reposting a Taipei Story [Simple Ending]

========================================================================= I tossed my shirt onto the chair; it was still hot. What's wrong with Taipei's weather? Sweat dripped down my forehead

again . "Are you in the military?" she asked, breaking the silence. "Yes! Kinmen," I said. She turned the TV back on, and moans came through again. I swallowed hard. Yes, this time I caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of my eye—two naked bodies fighting! The room temperature rose so quickly ; I felt my back was already soaked. "I know someone in the military in Kinmen too!" she said sweetly. She didn't take what was being broadcast on TV seriously. "Is...is that so?" I stammered, unable to contain myself. She puffed out her chest, gracefully walked to the bedside table, opened a small drawer, took out her purse, and pulled out a stack of business cards. I stared at her alluring figure, completely mesmerized . She searched through the cards, finally picking one out and handing it to me. On the back, printed on the card, were a few words hastily written in ballpoint pen: "Pork Gang, Kinmen Post Office 712121, P.O. Box 6434. " "Do you know where this mailbox is located?" She moved closer to me, almost sitting on my lap. Did I know? Of course I knew! This mailbox was exactly the same as mine. This "Pork Gang" member was my comrade ; he even slept in the bed next to mine! Soon, I understood this woman; she liked hanging out with young soldiers! I bet there was a ton of this kind of information in that stack of business cards. Luckily, I knew about this before we started sleeping together , otherwise I might have regretted it for the rest of my life. Why? Because after Pork Bun returned to Taiwan for vacation a month earlier, he kept getting anti-inflammatory medication from the doctor, and often, thinking I was asleep, he would frantically rub his crotch. "Thank you for the hangover medicine, I have to go now, I have to get up early tomorrow to catch my flight at Songshan." I grabbed my shirt and stormed out. Back in my room, thinking it wasn't safe, I grabbed my luggage and quickly checked out, finding a cheaper hotel to stay at for the night. Since that incident, I haven't stayed in hotels in Taipei. >> The End......... =============================================================================== I threw the shirt I'd taken off onto the chair; it was still hot. What's wrong with the weather in Taipei? Sweat dripped down my forehead again. She turned the TV back on, and the moans started again. I swallowed hard. Yes, this time I caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of my eye—two naked bodies were fighting! The temperature in the room rose so quickly ; I felt my back was already soaked. She walked over with a smile. "That guy's really short," she said, pointing at the screen, but laughing at me. I didn't know if she was laughing at the male lead or at me. I was instantly captivated, my heart pounding. The woman on the screen stuck out her tongue, greedily tasting the male lead's mouth. She leaned over, and I could feel her heat. "Want to try?" "Try what?" I stammered, watching the male and female leads kiss and then their bodies unite . It was really... um... "Kissing," she said. I felt my lower body tense, like it was about to explode. "I can't," I said, my tone slightly insincere. "Nobody's born knowing how," she leaned closer. Suddenly, a warm, moist sensation touched my lips. It smelled nice, but had little flavor, yet the heat far exceeded my expectations. Then I could feel her tongue moving between my closed lips, adding a bit of force, trying to penetrate deep into my mouth. Instinctively opened my mouth to meet her tongue. The feeling was strange; there was another soft, living being in my mouth, flowing with another person's saliva. My whole body heated up. Almost instinctively, I raised my hands and pulled her body up. I didn't realize I was so strong. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, and with the air sucked out of my mouth, I found it difficult to breathe. But if I suffocated and there, I wouldn't mind at all. Her hands explored my body—forehead, neck, shoulders, back— pausing briefly around my navel before moving downwards. I closed my eyes, feeling like I was ascending to heaven. Then I decided that pleasure wasn't meant to be shared, so I moved my hand towards what interested me most, a spot just the right size to grasp; but the towel she was wearing was too large, making it difficult to untie in this situation. So I changed tactics, reaching under the towel to touch her body, responding to her passion. Wait, what's this? Yes, yes, I don't know much about women's bodies, but I know that at least in a man's pubic area, they're concave, right? What is that thing I'm touching? I forcefully pulled off her towel; she did indeed have a pair of large, firm, and beautiful breasts, but my attention was only drawn to her crotch; this "woman" had something even bigger than me hanging down...

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