Small-town women in the barbershop

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Her name was Ying. At that time, she ran a small hair salon, the kind with only one or two people, located in a residential area. She happened to rent a small storefront in front of my house. My mother was still alive then, and since she lived alone, she rented out the small section facing the street. This way, she had some income, and since older people are often lonely, having someone there would bring her some joy. The rent wasn't really important. I, on the other hand, worked away from home most of the time and initially didn't want to rent it out, but seeing how well Ying got along with my mother, I thought it was a good idea and didn't object anymore.
About half a year later, my mother fell ill and was hospitalized. It was a serious illness, so I had to take leave and return home to help take care of her. My sister and I took turns going to the hospital to look after her at night, and during the day we would usually prepare some food and drinks and bring them to my mother. That's how I got to know Ying. Sometimes, when I felt tired and she didn't have any customers, I would ask her to wash my hair and relax my shoulders. Over time, we became familiar with each other and I learned a lot about her.
Ying was a girl from the countryside who married into the city. At that time, she was not yet 40 years old. She was of average appearance, but her skin was exceptionally fair. From her neck, one could see her fair, smooth, and delicate skin, as well as her arms that were as white as lotus roots, which aroused the imagination. But it was difficult to see further down. She wore a small open-necked t-shirt every day and never wore skirts, mostly just jeans. So, my lustful eyes could never see what was underneath. And that's how people are; the less they can see, the more they want to see... With this in mind, I often stared blankly at her fair and delicate arms.
I could only chat with her about everyday things, and it was then that I learned she was actually a very honest and down-to-earth woman. Her parents had chosen her for marriage, hoping she would have a better life in the city. However, her husband turned out to be a complete spoiled brat. Earlier in his life, relying on some family wealth (his father was a factory worker, now laid off), he had never seriously done anything. Now that the family's finances were increasingly strained, he no longer considered working; he couldn't do anything important, and he refused to do anything trivial. So, Ying ran this small shop, supplementing the family income and occasionally giving her husband some pocket money. To make matters worse, her husband felt ashamed that Ying ran this small shop, and would even come over every few days to argue with her. She seemed very lost about the future, seeing no hope. She only wanted to raise her son and hoped for a more peaceful life. This is the image of many lower-class women in China, living a life of hardship and helplessness. I felt very sorry for her and offered her some genuine comfort.
When we talked about my family, I discovered she knew a great deal about me, from elementary school to university, from work to family life. It turns out my elderly mother often chatted with her about everyday things, and like all mothers, she praised her son to the skies, leaving Ying with a very good impression. However, this time when my mother was ill and I came back to take care of her, she seemed quite moved, repeatedly saying, "You're so good to the family. If my husband were even half as good, I'd be happy too!"... Actually, I've truly been filial to my mother; I feel it's a son's duty, so I didn't think it was anything special. But her repeated praise made me feel a little embarrassed. However, after a few days, I realized her feelings for me might genuinely come from the heart.
That afternoon, having nothing else to do, I asked her to wash my hair again. Since we were more familiar now, we chatted more casually. I said to her, "Your skin is so beautiful! If you hadn't said so, no one would have thought you came from the countryside. If you wore a skirt, many women wouldn't need to go out." She said, "Really? When I was little, people said I was Snow White. Many people didn't believe I came from **town (a rural area). But I didn't wear skirts when I was little; it wasn't convenient to wear them in the countryside." I said, "You can wear them now. Your husband doesn't know how lucky he is. He should cherish such a wonderful wife." She said, "That's your opinion. He wouldn't think that way!"
After saying that, he seemed a little sad. I didn't know what else to say, but I had a vague feeling that something was going to happen between us.
That day, it was my turn to stay at the hospital late at night to keep watch over her. After dinner, I could rest early. Around 8 o'clock, Ying was also getting ready to finish work. I said, "You're finishing early today?" She replied, "There's not much business, so I might as well rest early." After she finished tidying up, I said, "Since it's still early, why don't you sit here and chat?" At this point, I already had some ulterior motives in mind. She didn't object, so after pulling down the roller shutter door outside, she came back to my temporary room with me.
After entering the room, I made her a cup of tea, and we chatted about my mother's illness and her family affairs. Under the room's fluorescent light, her skin appeared even more prominent, and her face gradually flushed as we talked. When I looked at her, she seemed somewhat flustered, and I sensed that she was hinting at something… The atmosphere in the room slowly became somewhat ambiguous!
At that moment, I decided to abandon my previous gradual approach to dating. I wasn't sure if I would succeed, but it was just a matter between the two of us, and even if it didn't work out, there was nothing shameful about it.
So I suddenly said to her, "You know what? I've never seen a woman with such beautiful skin as you."
I really want to see what your legs look like! After saying this, my heart started pounding. I didn't know how she would react. If she refused or cursed at me, I would definitely blush.
She sat on the edge of my bed. Hearing my words, she seemed about to drop the teacup she was holding. She picked it up with both hands, took a small sip of tea, and then lowered her head, remaining silent. After a few seconds, as if she had made up her mind, she said, "Do you really want to see?" After I gave her a series of affirmative answers, she put down the teacup, slowly turned over, lay on my side on the blanket, her legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. She lowered her hand, then raised it again, covering her eyes with her fingers.
Even the dumbest man knows what to do next. But I don't want to go through this process too hastily.
So I went over to her, gently took off her shoes, picked up her feet and placed them on the bed, then sat down beside her. I lowered my head and kissed her fingers and arms twice; that was all, because I felt this was a time for enjoyment. Then I turned back and gently unbuttoned her jeans. The jeans were tight, but not too difficult to take off. After unbuttoning them, she lifted her buttocks, and I easily pulled the jeans off.
一条修长洁白的大腿，展现在眼前。在灯光的映衬下，更显得白净。这是我从来沒有看过的最好的一双腿了，几乎看不到一点瑕疵，腿上的肉并不是很结实，但温润而舒适。一条质地并不高的淡红三角裤，保护着她那三角地的隐私，在白色大腿的映衬下，更显得突出。我轻抚着那丝滑的皮肤，再用手在三角裤的阴阜处轻轻用力，可以感觉到里面的温热。褪下她的三角裤，一条微黑的细缝，在略显稀松的阴毛掩盖下，蜿蜒在腿缝间。我低下头，沿着小腿大腿向上探嗅，鼻子中闻到一股酸酸的阴水味，这个并沒能让我担心，一个劳作了一天的女人，哪个不会在下面有点味呢为了不破坏现在的感觉，我甚至都沒有建议先去洗洗，而且这种味更让人觉得性起。我先是在阴毛上用鬍子轻蹭了几下后，再轻轻的小心的梳理一下她那几根捲曲的阴毛，让她感觉一些温情和关心，其他的前戏就不再做了，因为我感觉到这时的她已经进入状态了，潮潮的湿热从她的两腿间升起，若有若无的绕在我的手上嘴间，阴道口变得湿漉而光滑，些许的阴水被抹开后，把那大阴唇和阴阜弄得滑腻而光亮，令人性起。英，在躺下后，就沒有松开过她的双手，两只脚也只是任由着我的摆弄。如果我沒将它摆开，她就把两只腿夹住，但只要我把它摆开，她就不再并紧，而是任由我动作。可以听到她的喘息声在慢慢的急促起来，阴道缝也因为我的不住的抚弄，变得微微张开起来。
我站起身，清光下半身衣物，将她的两只小腿半分开，立在床上。扶着小弟，直入中心，随着我的有力的进入，她发出一声「噢」的叫声，就再也沒有半点的反应了。但我知道她很享受，阴道里是早作好了准备，随着阴茎的插入，那里是一片阴水氾漤，吱吱的声响，伴随着一次次的抽动而响起。英，这时把手放开，不再捂着眼，侧过头去，随着我的插取而发出一声声喘息。突然间，英把两只腿向前一伸，用力的绷紧，我知道她要洩了，于是更加有力的抽动，同时不让她的两只腿收拢，让阴茎更深的顶入。再几下之后，感觉到里面是一阵的收缩，这时的英，沒法併拢两只腿，就只好将上半身侧过来，再次的捂着脸，一种难受的表情。我将分身顶在里面，感受一下里面的热力和收缩。一会儿后，我知道她到顶了。
后面就再次放平她，继续自己的享受。这一次，她再也沒有前面的高潮了，只是不作声的配合，让我一洩而终。
事毕后，我再把她的上衣一件件除去，因为，我觉得她看她的肌白肤嫩也是一次享受。英有着不错的身材，白净而且细嫩，胸不大，奶子也有些松，但全身居然找不到一个黑痣，就像出生不久的婴儿一般，只不过沒有婴儿那样的红润，但作为一个熟女，这已经是殊为罕见了。激情过后，就只有欣赏了，英还是有些羞涩，任由我摩弄，也不出声，我沒有再动她，只静静的抱了会，穿上衣，她就离开了。
第二天，她再来开店，我们见面的时候，都沒有再提起它。我知道，她之所以那么做，只是因为自己的心情不好，再加上之前就对我留下还不错的印象，但我并不能给她什么好处。我们间也沒有什么利益关系。
其实我有个不好的成见，一直以为开发廊的女孩多少都会兼营些情色，可能是在广东看多了这样的发廊。但英并不是这样的人，我觉得自己有这样的成见确实是不太应该。我们有过那事后，我们也只是在情感上更近了，却从沒有涉及金钱方面的事。其实，世事上，很多女子并不是为钱而出轨的，更多的只是因为某一方面的原因。
那晚的事过去后，我们就成了好朋友，相处了一段时间，直到我母亲病好，我也离开家再去南方。随便，她的理髮店开了一阵子后就关门了，而我也失去了她的消息，那时个她用的是一个小灵通，现在也换了，我以为这辈子我们就只是这么一次相逢了。
三年后，我因故，回到家乡。
突然一天，收到一个女子打来的电话，一交谈才知道是英打的。原来，她换号后，一直留着我的号，但并沒有给我电话。这次回来后，我的手机号已经换了，她是到我母亲那里知道的，就要了电话给我打来电话。
再次的重逢，当然免不了搞个饭局。请她吃饭的时候，才知道她现在不开理髮了，改在一个养生堂做女工。几年过去，她比过去显得苍白憔悴了些，但并沒有失却原来的乐观。她老公也比以前好些了，虽然谈不上幸福，但也凑合着过日子。她说一直觉得我是个好人，也从我这里得到很多的鼓励（天晓得，我可沒有成心的去说过什么，但人对人的感觉就是这样，有好感的就是这样），原来我在外面，就沒有打电话，现在听说我回来了，就希望找我聊聊。
我说，沒想到这么久了你还记得我，真让我觉得开心。既然大家是朋友，就不用说什么了，有空多交流就是。难得现在在一起了，我们在一起开心就好！
然后，我问起那晚的事，我说为什么你会对我那么好呢她说，也不知为什么，反正跟你在一起的那次，让我感觉很好。我就说：「其实我也一直沒有忘记过那一夜的浪漫，后来你走了后，我都觉得再也找不到你了，曾经很失望过，既然我们再相逢了，希望能再续前缘！」英沒有说什么，只是再笑笑。于是我在一个小旅社开了个房，一起洗了个澡，赤赤的一起躺在床上。
三年前的那次，英说我是她的第二个男人，我觉得那是实话，而现在时间过去这么久了，我觉得她在外面好像混成熟了许多。我能猜到她的这些经验并不是从跟老公ｍｌ中获得的，但我并不介意，说实话，能跟一个喜欢你推崇你的女人在一起，那就比什么都好，至于她是不是还有別的男人，本来就不是很关键的问题。所以，我们一起在床上，她比以前放松了很多，再也不是以前那样的任由摆弄了，而是很主动的跟我一起玩了起来……她躺在被子中，手里玩弄着我的小弟，还不断的用嘴亲着我的乳头，身体像一只白羊一样，团缩在我怀中。修长细腻的大腿，有了些许的松弛，但依然让人感觉抚弄如玉。我用一支手指扣入阴道里，有了一个新的发现，原来，她的阴道里有着一个个坚实的突起，那皱摺绝对是能让男人快乐幸福的。怪不得上次那夹紧我的阴茎时，我感觉很舒服，原来这是一个不常遇见小逼啊。这一次，我们时间宽裕，也都很投入的进入前戏。
既然她喜欢，我就倒过身去，玩起了６９的方式。她很受用，看得出，也很投入。当我用舌尖轻触到她的阴蒂时，她再次的双腿紧绷，颤动不止。于是我着力的贡献着自己的舌头和唾液，不断的在她温热的阴口来回舔弄，当她一次次收紧时，再把手指扣入阴穴中。感觉得到她很喜欢这样的玩弄，在我一次次的舔到阴蒂时，那大力的把我的小弟含到嘴中，恨不得整根儿吞掉，随着我手指的深入，全身扭动，浪声叠起。我把手指深深的插入，再用勾起手指，把阴道中的皱摺一个个来回的按压勾弄……终于，她受不了这样的玩弄了，随着一声长嚎，英把身体翻了过来，掀开被子，大张两腿，屁股顶起，说：受不了了，你上来弄吧！
于是我挺枪上马，把一个枕头埝到她屁股下，再把雪白的两个腿分开，将自己的身体压入到那早已张开的洞中。英不断的在下面扭动，两只腿也一张一併的，不断的顶起屁股迎合着我的进入。当小弟进到里面的时候，我感觉到上次真的是太过仓促了，居然有点遇美味也不知的感觉。那阴道中湿热如注，每一个突起，却都坚硬而圆润，当小弟磨到那突起时感觉到的是一次磨擦一次研刮，但不断涌出的阴水成了最好的润滑，让小弟的每一次进入，都能体验的如酥如研的感觉。
再老的枪也经不起这样的研磨，沒一会工夫，我就感到小弟那麻麻酥酥的，好像每一次的抽动都要把小弟给带离身体一般，但接下来的是更深的插入，我知道自己遇上书上所说的极品了，那种能让男人自动投降的小逼，但我并不介意，因为这是一种可遇不可求的艳遇。
Ying was thoroughly enjoying herself. With each thrust, she would let out a moan, arching her hips high before slamming them down. Whenever the penis was about to withdraw, she would clench tightly, as if afraid it would actually leave. And when the penis went deeper, she would tighten her vagina again, letting out a moan, as if she were enjoying each act of torment. It felt less like vaginal sex and more like she was dancing a wild disco to a powerful rhythm!
Finally, she gritted her teeth and cried out, "Oh... Oh!" A long howl ended our struggle.
My relationship with Ying was a story devoid of love and money. I felt it was a tale of two people pursuing different kinds of enjoyment in life. I didn't love her, and she didn't love me. Yet, we both harbored feelings for each other and held onto certain expectations. It's hard to say who was playing whom; anyway, life is like a phone call: if you don't hang up first, I will!

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