My first half of life, a wandering swallow (end)

The Wandering Swallow (Part 1)
Less than six months into my job, I was sent on a business trip to Wuhan for a collaborative project, where I stayed for three months.
Looking back now, those first two years were probably the hardest, but also the years in which I grew the most. In the consulting industry, providing a solution is the third step. The first step is to understand what the client is saying, and the second step is to understand what they want. Back then, fresh out of university, I couldn't even do the first step.
Often, I'd spend my days in meetings with experienced professionals and clients, filling pages with notes. Then, after finishing around 7 or 8 pm, I'd go back to the computer and look up everything I didn't understand on those pages. I'd get off work around 10 PM and return to the hotel, then still have to study domestic accounting standards and tax laws. I wouldn't sleep until 2 AM, then get up again at 7 AM the next day. Every newbie envies the veterans who can confidently discuss anything with clients, always able to come up with a perfect solution no matter how difficult the problem. But ten years later, when I became a veteran in the industry myself, I realized that behind that glamorous facade lay countless sleepless nights and countless gray hairs
. Anyway, I'm just reminiscing about the era when I still had the energy to work hard. Now, I simply don't have that stamina or drive.
Humans aren't machines, after all. No matter how tiring work is, you always need to relax.
Wuhan has so many delicious foods. The clay pot soup at Shouyi Park Snack Street—lifting the lid releases a fragrant aroma of ribs that makes your mouth water. Zhou Hei Ya on Hanzheng Street—back then, it wasn't packaged in plastic; it was cooked in a big pot. Duck parts and seaweed were freshly caught and eaten. Especially the Donghu lotus root, a Wuhan specialty, was soft, tender, and flavorful—far more delicious than the packaged kind now. The trees of Hanyang stand clearly in the clear sky, and the fragrant grasses grow lush on Parrot Island. My favorite thing to do is first go to the Parrot Island snack street near the Hanyang Yangtze River Bridge for a bowl of crayfish, and then go to a bar on the riverbank for a drink.
I met
Yanzi in a bar on the riverbank. Yanzi isn't from Wuhan; she comes from a small county town near Wuhan. She has a younger brother. Her parents are farmers and don't earn much money. She wasn't a particularly good student, so she started working early to help support her family, mainly to pay for her brother's schooling.
Yanzi is a makeup artist and hairstylist, usually doing bridal makeup for weddings, and occasionally working on film sets with actors. Although her income wasn't high, it was enough to get by. Besides her own necessities, what she gave to her family, and what she saved in the bank, she still had a little extra to spend on weekends at the bar with her girlfriends.
Yanzi's girlfriends and my client were acquaintances, probably also acquaintances from the bedroom.
On Friday night, after work, I went drinking with my client at the riverbank and happened to run into Yanzi and her girlfriends. So, the two men and two women joined two tables, and as we drank and chatted, Yanzi and I naturally became familiar with each other.
Yanzi's figure wasn't particularly outstanding; she wasn't very tall, around 166cm, but her proportions were excellent—long legs, a slim waist, especially her waist where there was almost no fat, and her muscle definition was very obvious
. The only drawback was her flat chest. When we first met at the bar, I estimated it to be less than a B cup, similar to my first girlfriend, and incomparable to Ayako's large, fair breasts.
Later, at the hotel, she took off her clothes... I only realized after wearing it that it was from bra padding, like thumbtacks on a wall. Holding it while sleeping would give you a faint sense of homoerotic tension…
Her makeup was perfect, after all, she was a professional. Back then, the pale, almost white, "internet celebrity" face wasn't popular, so she intentionally left a few light freckles on her cheekbones, making her look playful and cute.
Especially when being urged to drink, she would pout in a thick Hubei accent,
"What's wrong with you (flat tongue)? What do you want to do by urging a girl to drink?"
Hubei girls, like Hubei cuisine, are spicy, with a sweet and fragrant flavor that makes you feel numb.
After leaving the bar, the three of them insisted on going for a late-night snack. Since I had the next day off, I went with them. Late at night, we went to a hot pot restaurant called "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in Wuchang, near the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge. Yanzi only drank and didn't eat, while the other two only ate and didn't drink. I'd only taken two bites when my tongue went numb. I ordered a bowl of steamed egg custard hoping for something less stimulating, but when it arrived, it was covered in a layer of red oil...
It was past two or three in the morning when we finally packed up. The customer and her friend got into a taxi, and the customer gave me a mysterious smile as they left.
I was left to take care of the drunk Yanzi alone, helping her squat by the Yangtze River as she vomited. I was genuinely afraid she'd lose her balance and fall into the river. After vomiting,
Yanzi felt much better and more sober. She insisted on walking me across the Yangtze River Bridge from the Wuchang side to the Hanyang side.
I didn't dare let her walk alone, so I accompanied her onto the bridge.
As we walked, Yanzi told me about her childhood. Her family favored boys over girls; her father didn't like her, especially after her younger brother was born. She cooked for him every day, washed his diapers, and took care of him from morning till night. It was because of her brother... I grew up with her, so I have a very good relationship with her, even closer than with our parents.
In a few years, my younger brother will be taking the college entrance exam. She works as a makeup artist during the day and a hairdresser at night, all to save up more money so that one day she can open her own salon and have a stable income to support her brother's education.
Yanzi is strong and stubborn. Several times she felt unwell and squatted on the ground. I suggested that we just call a taxi, but she shook her head and refused. Since she was determined to get across, she would persevere no matter how difficult it was. On the other
hand, I was a coward. I'm afraid of heights. Holding onto the bridge railing and looking down at the dark river dozens of meters below, my legs wouldn't move. When the train passed, the bridge trembled. I wished I could find a lamppost to carry me up.
Finally, I got off the bridge. Yanzi wasn't feeling well and sat by the roadside leaning against a tree to rest. I immediately hailed a taxi and helped Yanzi up. She lived in Wuchang, on Luojia Mountain Road near Wuhan University. It was already past midnight, and the journey from Hanyang back to Wuhan University was too far, so I didn't ask her opinion and just had the driver take me to my hotel
. At that time, I was often away on business trips, staying for three months at a time, so I arranged with the hotel to book a suite. It had a bedroom and a living room, and was very spacious. In addition, for daily living, I bought a small washing machine, induction cooker, pots, and tableware at the Suning store across
the street—everything I needed. Yanzi said she often stayed in hotels when traveling with film crews, but she had never stayed in a room this big. The bathtub was even round, big enough for her to lie down in. She just wondered why the bathroom had a glass wall; wouldn't everyone be able to see everything?
I laughed, "No one's watching you. You take a bath, I'll go to the living room next door."
"I drank too much and threw up, my stomach hurts."
"Then I'll go find you something to eat."
"Where can I find food at this hour? Forget it."
"Go wash up, you don't need to worry about it."
After a whole week, I really don't have much food left. I've finished all the frozen dumplings and wontons I bought at the supermarket. I checked the fridge and found a few eggs left. I grabbed a box of instant noodles from the hotel's dining room, poured mineral water into a pot, boiled it, and made a bowl of braised beef noodles. I added two eggs.
Just as the noodles were cooked, Yanzi came running out of the room, wrapped in a bath towel and sniffing the air.
"What smells so good?!"
I put the noodles in front of her and gave her a pair of chopsticks. "Eat it while it's hot, and drink some hot soup. " "My stomach will feel a little better."
Yanzi, holding her bowl of noodles, her eyes a little red, said that from childhood to adulthood, she had always been the one cooking for others—her parents, her younger brother, the crew. No one had ever cooked for her when she wasn't feeling well, not even a bowl of noodles.
I was a little taken aback. Was it really necessary to be so dramatic? It was just a bowl of noodles. When I used to visit Ayako's house, she would always cook a whole table of dishes for me… Perhaps what we take for granted, what we take for granted, is actually incredibly precious. We've just become so accustomed to it that we've forgotten to be grateful. Like the dinners my mother cooked for me every day when I was little, the allowance my father gave me every week…
(Yanzi, the Wanderer)
Yanzi sipped the soup slowly, eating the noodles almost one strand at a time, until not a drop was left. She put down the bowl, and finally, a rosy glow returned to her pale face.
She smiled at me, revealing two small, pointed tiger teeth.
I cleaned up the dishes, took a shower, and when I came out of the bathroom, Yanzi was already asleep in bed. I was also completely exhausted. I got into bed and lay down next to her. Yanzi sensed me getting in, turned over, and snuggled into my arms. Soon her breathing became full and even.
I was so tired I had no thoughts left. My eyelids grew heavy, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. When
I woke up the next day… It was noon, and with morning erection and a full belly of urine, my penis was rock hard as soon as I opened my eyes, pressing right against Yanzi's pert buttocks.
Yanzi must have woken up earlier than me and must have felt the yang energy coming from behind. Instead of flinching, she twisted her body, gently rubbing the tip of my penis back and forth with her buttocks, and occasionally rubbing it up and down with her buttocks.
Half-asleep, I was enjoying the massage from her buttocks and couldn't help but reach out to touch her breasts. But as soon as I reached out, I remembered that Yanzi didn't have breasts...
But it was quite awkward to leave my hand hanging in mid-air, so I just went along with it. I grabbed the blanket to cover Yanzi's bare shoulders. Yanzi sensed I was awake, turned over, and stared at me with her big eyes, giggling foolishly. While laughing, her hands also wandered into my underwear, grabbing my hard penis and stroking it up and down, while her thumb caressed the urethral opening. Her
touch made my bladder urge surge, and without even stretching or picking my eyes, I quickly grabbed her mischievous little hand, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom.
I wonder if many handsome guys have the same problem as me: when I wake up in the morning with my penis fully erect, it's very difficult to urinate. Standing
to pee would cause it to spray onto the toilet seat, and sitting to pee at the wrong angle would cause it to spray out from the front edge of the toilet. Especially when the toilet's radius was small, the tip of my penis was simply pressed against the front edge of the toilet and couldn't be pushed down...
I had no choice but to hold onto the wall behind the toilet for support, step back with my legs, and lean forward at a 45-degree angle to barely align the drain pipe with the toilet before I could pee
. Just as I finished peeing and shuddered, I looked up and saw that Yanzi had somehow put on a small t-shirt and was standing at the bathroom door, grinning as she watched me stuck in this difficult position...
"What? Never seen a man's morning erection
before?" "My ex-boyfriend had it too, but he wasn't as hard as you."
I didn't stand on ceremony anymore, turned around to face Yanzi, "Then you take a bite and see if it's hard enough."
"Ugh, you just peed and you're already making me eat it."
Even though I said that, Yanzi still walked over with a smile, took a tissue to wipe the tip of my penis, squatted down, opened her mouth, wrapped the mushroom head between her lips and tongue, and used her thin and flexible tongue to circle around the coronal sulcus under the mushroom head.
I hadn't been with a woman for a long time and was very lustful. Yanzi's little tongue licked my lower body and it felt like it was going to explode.
But I really wasn't prepared beforehand. I didn't have the habit of carrying a condom with me at that time. It was also my first time meeting Yanzi, and I really didn't dare to let my little brother go in bare. In desperation, I suddenly found a box of condoms that were available for purchase on the hotel's washbasin!
This is the most thoughtful thing about hotels in China! Without thinking, I just grabbed it and tore it open!
Yanzi bent over the sink, facing the mirror, her upper body lowered, deliberately sticking her buttocks out high. Yanzi's buttocks were definitely the result of deliberate training; you couldn't achieve such a fleshy look without doing thirty to fifty squats a day. And it wasn't the soft, slightly sagging kind of flesh; it was very elastic and healthy. When I forcefully thrust into her from behind, I could clearly feel the rebound force.
Yanzi also seemed to have been without sex for a long time, responding to my rhythm, greedily and actively pushing her buttocks back, so much so that every time I tried to penetrate shallowly, I couldn't; each time I burrowed deep into her flesh, hitting the walls of her cervix. This kind of stimulation quickly became unbearable for Yanzi. Within ten minutes, her legs were trembling so badly she collapsed in front of the sink.
I helped her up and carried her back to the bed in the bedroom. Yanzi proactively rolled over and sat on top of me, inserting my erect penis into her vagina. She swayed her hips in circles, slowly changing to a back-and-forth motion. The friction between my penis and the tender flesh inside her vagina was irresistible to Yanzi. The speed of her back-and-forth motion increased, and her vagina tightened more and more, almost to the point of frenzied, frantic friction. Just as I was about to lose control, Yanzi climaxed first, her sharp nails digging fiercely into my arm, leaving red marks.
I suddenly felt my penis become very sensitive, able to clearly feel the temperature and moisture of the vaginal walls…
Damn! She'd knocked the condom off! Even more embarrassingly, after hastily pulling out my penis, I discovered that the condom hadn't come out with it, but was still deeply embedded in Yanzi's honeypot... The
Wandering Swallow (Part 2)
The sudden situation completely extinguished my lust. This thing isn't candy, after all; it definitely wouldn't be digested if left inside. Yanzi's honeypot was very tight, and the exercise had been too intense just now, so her labia at the entrance were noticeably swollen, barely allowing a finger to fit inside.
Yanzi blushed deeply, covering her face with one hand and her honeypot with the other, not daring to look at me. I was both amused and exasperated. "Girl, don't be shy now. Do you want to leave it inside for the New Year?"
Yanzi had no choice but to bite her lower lip, slowly spreading her legs into an M shape, and removing the cover... Holding her honeypot, she turned her face to the side.
"Help me get it out, be gentle."
Luckily, her orgasm had just passed, and her honeypot was still quite wet. I slowly inserted my middle finger, exploring the position of the condom little by little.
At this time, her honeypot was still quite sensitive. With the movement of my finger, Yanzi's body trembled slightly.
The condom was pushed into the deepest part of her honeypot. My middle finger tip could barely touch it a little bit, but I couldn't exert any force. So I had to repeatedly lift the tip of my middle finger inside her honeypot, trying to hook the edge of the condom. The condom didn't hook, and Yanzi couldn't take it anymore. Her two legs started rubbing back and forth, and her panting became more obvious, slowly turning into moans...
My God, this is not the time to enjoy. A light layer of sweat had formed on my forehead, and my fingers were a little sore. I was about to pull my fingers out to rest when Yanzi held them down with both hands, preventing me from pulling them out. Helpless, I had no choice but to continue, using the tip of my middle fingernail to slowly hook the edge of the condom. My finger movements became more and more vigorous
. Yanzi couldn't hold back any longer; I could feel her vagina getting wetter and wetter. Just as I was about to hook the condom, another orgasm came. Yanzi's moans turned into screams, and the tender flesh inside her vagina contracted and spasmed in waves, squeezing the condom in front of my fingers. I took the opportunity to hook the condom out with my fingers, and a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed out along with it.
Yanzi curled up into a ball and collapsed on the bed, while my... My hands were already sore and trembling slightly. We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Yanzi crawled over, lifted my limp penis, and gently took it into her mouth.
In less than half a minute, it regained its strength. Yanzi lay on the bed with her legs apart, aiming her penis at the entrance of her vagina. "Just like this, come in. I'm not dirty, really."
I was a little touched by her innocence and frankness. I gently inserted my penis into her vagina and slowly thrust in and out, lowering my head to gently kiss her neck (after all, she had no breasts, so I could only kiss her neck).
Yanzi didn't climax again, but slowly cooperated with me, her hands rubbing back and forth on my back, occasionally pressing my buttocks to make me thrust into her harder. Before long, I also felt like I was about to ejaculate.
Without a condom, I had to pull my penis out. Yanzi, understanding my situation, turned and lay face down on the bed, raising her buttocks and spreading them apart with her hands, allowing me to place my penis between her plump buttocks. I couldn't hold back any longer, and gushes of hot semen gushed out, forming a small stream between her buttocks. After
that
, every weekend, as long as Yanzi wasn't out filming with the crew, she would come to my place in the evening, taking me out for hot dry noodles, Wuchang fish, and Hubei Gong'an beef tripe hotpot.
Back at the hotel in the evening, we'd inevitably have a passionate encounter. Yanzi knew she was flat-chested, so she always sat on me with her back to me, tossing her long hair over one shoulder, revealing her beautiful back muscles and round buttocks, which always made me unable to resist, bringing me to a climax. However, I never left a condom inside her again.
Three months passed quickly, and I... I was leaving Wuhan soon. The weekend before I left, Yanzi came to help me pack. Before I packed up the washing machine and kitchenware I'd bought and shipped them to Tianjin, my next business trip destination, she insisted I cook her one last bowl of instant noodles.
Yanzi said she was very reluctant to leave me, that she felt safe and secure with me, as if her wandering had ended, that she had someone to take care of her, and that she had a home.
But she also knew we lived in different worlds, our paths only occasionally intersecting, like two lines that would soon separate again after crossing, never to be together again.
So she didn't ask me for forever; she just cherished these three months we'd spent together.
That night, she held me tightly, without crying, without speaking, without making love.
The next day, Yanzi took me to the airport, watching me leave, waving vigorously, reminding me to come back to Wuhan to see her sometime
. Back then, there was no WeChat, only QQ. More than half a year later, I saw on her WeChat Moments that she had a boyfriend who treated her very well, and she loved him very much. A year later, I went on a business trip to Wuhan again, staying at the same hotel we had stayed at before. I didn't tell her I had stayed there, but left her a gift at the front desk before leaving, along with a box of instant noodles and two eggs. Before my flight, I sent her a message telling her to remember to pick them up.
A few days later, she sent me a photo of a bowl of instant noodles with two eggs, telling me her husband had cooked it for her, and it tasted just as good as the ones I had cooked for her years ago.
After so many years of wandering, the swallow finally had someone to care for her, finally had her own nest, and finally settled down. I just wonder if she achieved her dream of owning her own salon. I also want to talk about that troublesome condom. Actually, it caused more than just that one problem…
Back in Japan, to get reimbursed for my business trip, I submitted the hotel receipts and expense details to the company's finance department. I forgot that one item on the expense list was for condoms…
Because of this, the company's finance department laughed at me for a long time…
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