A one-night stand with a policewoman

It was almost time to leave work, and I was aimlessly tidying my desk. In a notebook, I found a meal receipt; it was quite old. Looking at the location and date, I remembered a similar autumn day last year.

Before leaving work, I called my wife. "Honey, pick the kids up after work. I have a business dinner at the company tonight, so I won't be home for dinner." "You should come home early!" "Oh, by the way, Xiao Li and I switched shifts today; I have to be on duty tonight." "Then you should drink less alcohol, don't drink too much and mess things up."

"Don't worry, you and the kids should go to bed early too." I hung up the phone and continued tidying my desk. It was time to leave work, and my colleagues started heading home. "Stop tidying up, it's time to go home!" "Oh, you guys go ahead, I have a get-together with some classmates." After

they all left, I checked my watch; it wasn't even six o'clock yet. Having told a whole bunch of lies, I felt a little uneasy. Actually, I was going to pick up a friend at the station.

The train wasn't arriving until 6:40, but I arrived before 6:30. I stood at the exit, waiting slowly, feeling anxious but not worried. She was a policewoman I'd met online about six months ago. She was 24 years old, worked in the finance department of a county in S city, and was very beautiful with fair skin. I'd seen her in the photos she sent me. We talked about everything, and eventually, we got to sex .

When a man and woman talk about sex, having sex is a natural progression. A few days ago, she texted me saying she was coming to the provincial capital for a few days of study and would visit me while she was there. I was incredibly excited, and today I finally got to see her. We

arrived at the station, and the crowd surged out. I'm tall, so I stood out from the crowd waiting for the station. She should have easily spotted me. Finally, I saw a woman in a light-colored trench coat, carrying a black bag. It was her! I waved, and she saw me and waved back.

She said online that she's 1.67 meters tall, and she certainly has a great figure. "Was the journey tiring?" I asked her. "It was okay, I wasn't too tired..." "Let's go eat first, I've already made a reservation, we'll have Sichuan food today." We chatted casually like old friends and took a taxi to the restaurant I had booked in advance.

I ordered a few of the restaurant's specialties, and while she went to the restroom, I ordered two more bottles of beer. The meal was very casual, and so was the conversation. I looked at her, feeling it was unbelievable that someone from over 200 kilometers away was sitting across from me. We each drank a bottle of beer and felt full. After paying the bill, I asked for a receipt.

We took a taxi to my company, I made her some tea, and then went to the outer room to call my wife for a while, mainly to let her know I was at work. Then I sat with her for a short while... I suggested we go for a walk.

The late autumn night was a bit chilly, and there were few people on the streets. When we reached a place without streetlights, I said, "Let me hug you and see how heavy you are." "Hehe, can you lift me?" I bent down, put my hands under her hips, and with a little effort, lifted her up. "Haha, you're really strong." "You weigh about a hundred pounds, it's a piece of cake."

I put her down, but didn't let go, and pulled her into my arms. I lowered my head, and my lips met hers. She probably already expected it, and responded passionately. Our tongues intertwined. After a slight separation, I pressed her head against my chest.

"I've been saying I wanted to kiss you online all this time, and today I finally got to." I started kissing her randomly on the face. Her trench coat wasn't buttoned up, and she was wearing a sweater underneath. My hands also started groping her body.

She was wearing tight jeans, and her buttocks were taut. I was enjoying stroking them vigorously. She didn't say a word, just kissed me contentedly. My hand slid down to her buttocks. As soon as my hand touched inside, she sensitively spread her legs. I then vigorously stroked between her legs. Her legs spread apart and clamped one of my legs between them, her mons pubis rubbing against my leg.

I loosened my grip, and my right hand reached up from behind... I rubbed her genitals vigorously through her jeans, and after a while, I started touching her breasts, first through her sweater. I could feel her face turning red.

I placed her hand on my penis, which was already erect. Even though there were two pairs of pants in between (I was wearing underpants, and she seemed to be too), it felt very good to be touched by her. She obediently stroked my penis back and forth.

My hand slipped inside her sweater, which contained a bra, but the sensation was even more intense than through the sweater. I like to slowly savor the process. Actually, many things are like this; the result isn't important, the process is what's most memorable.

"Pull it open..." "Zipper," I said to her, my hand returning to her crotch. She shuddered again. I loosened my belt slightly. Even through my undershirt, her hand could already feel the shape of my penis inside my pants.

I loosened her belt as well, put her in her bag, and pulled open her tightly fastened bra from her pants. My hand slipped inside her bra, and through it, I felt her smooth, full breasts; I could feel her hard nipples with my fingers.

She held me tightly with one arm, while the other mechanically stroked my penis. I didn't rush to unhook her bra; my hand slid down her back to her waist. Although her pants were tight, Without the belt to restrain me, my hand easily reached her buttocks. Her skin was so smooth, her curves so beautiful. My hand followed the cleft of her buttocks, aiming for her sensitive spot, the place that most fascinates men.

However, her pants blocked my arm; jeans are very sturdy. "Unbutton your pants," she said. She probably couldn't control herself anymore and obediently did so, even unzipping her pants. My hand moved down the cleft of her buttocks. Good heavens, she was already overflowing inside, slippery and sticky with her juices, soaking her panties. When my hand touched her labia, she trembled and let out a soft moan.

"I put my hand inside," I said to her, and she obediently slipped her hand inside my underwear, grabbing my penis. I let out an "Ah!" sound of enjoyment.

A car approached in the distance, its headlights bright. I pulled her behind a tree, holding her tightly in my arms, using her trench coat to cover our bodies, like a couple whispering sweet nothings. I gently nibbled on her earlobe, occasionally blowing softly into her ear—supposedly, this can arouse women faster. She was completely silent now. My

middle finger gently circled her vulva, but didn't penetrate; I wanted to fully savor the experience. I felt her heart pounding even harder. I ran my hand over her buttocks a few times, then slid it up her back, unhooking her bra from behind. My hand reached around to the front, grabbing her newly liberated breasts—not large, but firm, with small nipples.

I gently pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger; it was already quite hard. "Touch this one again, or it won't grow any bigger," I told her. "You bad boy," she finally managed to utter after a long pause.

My large hands moved back and forth across her breasts, then I pressed and rubbed her nipples with my thumb and middle finger for a while. I lifted her clothes up slightly, lowered my head, and took one nipple into my mouth. "Ah," she let out a soft, comfortable moan, and her hand stopped moving on my penis. I ignored her; it felt so good to be touching my precious thing. I was afraid I'd ejaculate prematurely if I pressed harder, so I let it cool down a bit.

I slowly opened my mouth wide, biting down on her breast as much as possible, then sucking hard before slowly releasing it. We kissed each other's breasts, my mouth on her breasts, while my hands began their work.

My hands moved from her chest to her abdomen, feeling only smoothness and softness, without any of the wrinkles or excess fat typical of women after childbirth. My hands gently explored downwards, circling her navel a few times before continuing down, quickly reaching her pubic area. The hair was sparse and soft, pressed tightly against her stomach by her clothes.

I slowed my movements, separating my index and middle fingers, moving them down her groin. When my two fingers touched, I reached the most sensitive part of a woman's body—her clitoris. I first rubbed it with my hand, then slowly parted the hair, feeling a small, fleshy protrusion. Her hand on my penis gripped tightly, and her other hand tightened around me.

My index finger teased her clitoris, while my middle finger traced down. Her labia were already saturated with vaginal fluid, sticky and slippery. She cooperated by spreading her legs, and I began to use my fingers, moistened with her fluids, to touch her sensitive areas. This excited her even more, like a machine filled with lubricant. Her labia weren't large, feeling more like a crack between her legs, but under my caresses, they swelled.

I gently probed inside with my middle finger. Each time I touched her, her legs would clamp tightly together, as if in rejection. But as soon as I stopped, she would open them again. I understood; she desperately wanted my finger inside. I pushed it in a little further, and she clamped even tighter. I felt her fluids increase.

With a slight effort, my finger slipped inside. She shuddered. My hand entered a warm cavity, the entrance of which was tightly gripped, warm and slippery inside. After a while, I began to move my finger in and out. She kept moaning, completely exhausted, seemingly oblivious to my pleasure.

I really wanted to lay her down and use my penis on her, but then I heard laughter and chatter from the roadside. I quickly stopped, pulled my hand out of her vagina, patted her back, and said, "Someone's coming. Let's go back to the room." We tidied our clothes and headed to the hotel I had booked. I had asked Xiao Liu from my workplace to

book a room for me that afternoon. Xiao Liu specializes in hospitality and has good relationships with hotels near the station. Coincidentally, she booked me a room at our local police training center. Our small city is surrounded by several scenic areas, and almost every department has a so-called training center, which is actually a reception area for internal staff and superiors, but also open to the public.

The hotel was very close to my workplace. On the way, I asked her, "Did you bring your ID?" "Of course I did, how can I go out without it?" "Let me see." "You doubt my identity?!" I quickly said, "That's not what I meant, I've never seen a police ID before." She took out a black hardcover notebook with the national emblem from her bag (or maybe it was brown, I forget).

I opened it, and inside was a one-inch photo of her in her police uniform, with her ID card tucked inside. "Are you relieved now?" "Yes, if someone checks at night, I'll show them my ID and say I'm on a case." I said with a smile. We arrived a little while later, chatting and laughing.

At the front desk, I told the clerk who booked the room, and got the key without registering. I said to her, "Don't register, it'll be troublesome if your colleagues or classmates see it, these are all police dogs." She lightly punched me.

In the room, I looked around. The conditions were average, about two-star standard, but very clean. I locked the door, and seeing a door latch, I also latched it. It seems that even the places where police officers live aren't necessarily safe.

I took her handbag and placed it on the table, helped her take off her trench coat, and then took off my own coat. I turned around and hugged her. "Are you tired from the car ride?" I gently kissed her eyes. "I'm okay." I picked her up and put her on the bed, saying, "You rest for a bit, I'm going to take a shower."

I took off my coat, leaving myself in my underwear, and went to the bathroom. The water heater was on, and I quickly took a shower. Thinking about spending the night with her soon, my little brother was already starting to stir.

Back in the room, she was lying on the bed watching TV. I said to her, "Why don't you take a shower too? The water's hot." She did the same, taking off her coat and leaving herself in her underwear to shower. Her underwear was red and white striped, which made her figure look so beautiful. After a while, I heard the sound of running water coming from inside. Tempting me, I went to the door, wanting to go in and see the beautiful woman taking a shower. But when I pushed the door open, I found that she had locked it from the inside.

I tiptoed back to the bed. There were two beds; I lay on the bed by the window watching TV, covered with a blanket. A little while later, she finished washing up, wearing only her underwear, and followed my example, crawling into the covers on the other bed. "Come here," I whispered to her. She didn't speak, but got up, lifted my covers, and crawled in. I turned and hugged her. "Are you a little nervous?" "Yes." "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

She buried her head in the pillow, and I pressed my face against hers, my tongue teasing her ear, my hands stroking her back, then slowly moving down to her buttocks. Through her underwear, I gently stroked her, and when I reached her buttocks cleft, I pressed in a few times, then moved from back to front, rubbing her genitals back and forth. With a little force, I laid her body flat, placed my legs between hers, and

rubbed her high, rounded mons pubis with my knees. My hands were now on her chest, groping her breasts. Even through her clothes, I could feel her nipples hardening. I pinched her breasts and gently bit her nipples. She raised her arms and hugged me.

I lifted her bra; she'd taken it off while showering, freeing her breasts. Her skin was very fair, and her stomach, flat and without any excess fat, was lovely even though she wasn't married yet. I grasped her breasts; they weren't large, but firm, with nipples like small peanuts.

I lowered my head and kissed her stomach, circling her navel with my tongue. I said, "Your skin is so fair." "You forgot my nickname, 'The One Who Never Gets Tan'." She'd done her internship at a grassroots level after graduation, basically just working on the roadside—just roadside markers—exposed to the sun and wind, making her tanned. But her skin was so good that her colleagues jokingly called her "The One Who Never Gets Tan," something she'd told me on QQ before.

My tongue slowly licked upwards from above her navel; her skin was smooth, with a youthful fragrance. I used my hands to squeeze her breasts together, creating a beautiful, deep cleavage, burying my face between them, feeling a strange warmth.

After a pause, I raised my head and gently licked her nipples back and forth with my tongue. I pressed my body against hers, spreading her legs apart with my right leg and rubbing my body against her lower body. I think she could feel the hardness of my penis.

I straightened up, took off her top, and then took off my own clothes. I lowered my head, kissed her breasts, and slowly slid down along the center of her breasts, past her navel, and stopped.

I knelt between her legs, looking at her lying in front of me. She was embarrassed to look at me and turned her head to the side. I pulled on the sides of her underwear and began to take off her clothes. She cooperated by lifting her buttocks slightly. When her clothes came down to her knees, I pulled on the pant legs and took off her trousers.

She was wearing a light pink thong with lace trim and a small flower in the middle. I lowered my head and admired her closely. The inside of her thighs was so white, like porcelain. I lifted her calves up and kissed the inside of her thighs passionately. Every now and then, I would touch her private parts with my nose and chin; her panties were already soaked with her juices.

I didn't rush to take off her panties. I stroked the inner thighs of her body with my fingers, then lifted one edge of her panties, revealing half of her labia. I gently touched it with my tongue, and her legs suddenly straightened, then slowly lifted again. I pulled her panties to one side, revealing her entire vulva. She didn't have much pubic hair; it was soft and lay against her mons pubis. Her labia weren't large and were tightly closed, but they were full of glistening, lustful fluid, which was flowing down.

I pressed my lips to hers, sucking hard as if drinking nectar, my tongue swirling around. Her hands unconsciously moved her thighs, and she moaned softly.

I finally couldn't resist any longer. I lifted my head, pulled down her panties completely, and spread her labia with both hands. I thrust my tongue inside, and her body writhed. My tongue stimulated her, and her writhing stimulated me. I lifted my head and attacked her clitoris. The little bean was hard and pink. My lips were pressed against her vulva like lovers' passionate kisses, inseparable.

My little brother couldn't take it anymore. I turned my body 180 degrees, and her head was right between my legs. I said to her, "Take off my pants and let me enjoy it too." She obediently did so, and my little brother was already throbbing with desire.

She hesitated for a moment, then imitated me, first grabbing my large penis and kissing it with her lips, then licking it with her tongue before putting it into her mouth. She was inexperienced, only licking it with her tongue, not knowing how to move it back and forth. While giving her oral sex, I gently moved my body up and down, my penis going in and out of her mouth. She gradually started to understand, but was still very stiff.

This position was my favorite. My hands would occasionally lift her buttocks, my mouth would kiss her genitals forcefully, and my tongue would probe deep into her vagina. I inserted my finger into her vagina, and she eagerly cooperated. I slowly inserted my middle finger, feeling a tightness completely different from that of a woman who had given birth—a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.

She let out a cry of "Ah!" and stopped sucking my penis, squeezing her legs tightly together. I pulled my middle finger out, and her legs naturally opened, as if waiting for me to enter again. Taking advantage of the slipperiness of her vagina, I thrust my middle finger in and out of her vagina, her juices flowing out continuously. I enjoyed watching this scene; I loved watching it. After thrusting dozens of times, I inserted my index finger as well, and she squeezed her legs together again.

It was time. I turned around and lay on top of her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was rapid. I kissed her. "Don't be nervous, baby, I'll make you feel good."

I spread her legs and lifted them up, my penis pressing against her vulva. I felt a wetness, and I rubbed my penis against her vulva a few times, mainly to get more juices and reduce resistance. Then, I slowly but firmly inserted it into her vagina.

She wasn't a virgin, she told me. She had a boyfriend at police academy, and unable to resist his persistent advances, they had sex at his home during a summer vacation. He lived in the city, while she lived in the county. However, she eventually broke up with him because she discovered he was incredibly promiscuous and had affairs with several other women behind her back.

Since they were students and lived in strict dormitories, the number of times they had sex was limited. After breaking up with him, she became very cautious about her personal life. She met a few men, but none of them developed into serious relationships. She met me because I was a married man with a loving family, and we lived far apart, so it wouldn't affect her future. Another reason was that we often talked about sex online, and she, who had become distant from intimacy, was also eager for sexual pleasure. Once, we were flirting online, and she reached orgasm, and I ejaculated too. Unfortunately, there was no video chat back then.

My penis slowly slid in, without resistance, but it felt very tight. My penis was swollen, which felt very comfortable. I began to move slowly, my hands playing with her breasts. My penis moved in and out of her warm, slippery cavity, creating love, creating romance, creating comfort. My hand would occasionally reach down to feel my penis going in and out of her body's crevice. Her vaginal

fluid flowed down her vagina, and I would touch it with my hand, then put it back on her clitoris, using the slippery fluid to rub her clitoris. At this time, she would twist and turn her body, her legs squeezing together.

My body roamed over hers, my penis making strange sounds as it entered and exited her body, mingling with her vaginal fluids. I slowed down, straightened my upper body, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I stood on the carpet, placing her legs on my shoulders, her private parts fully exposed before me. Her labia were completely open, swollen with blood, like a ripe peach, revealing the tender red flesh inside. Some of her pubic hair was wet, like it had been styled with mousse, spreading out in a messy manner.

I grabbed my large penis and moved closer. I love watching sex, I love watching my penis enter a woman's body. She looked at me shyly. I said to her, "Look, how can something so thick go into your body? It's so strange."

She lifted her upper body and looked on curiously. I aimed the head of my penis at her vagina, and slowly, I watched as her labia enveloped it, then swallowed it, and then slowly, I swallowed the entire length of my penis. Then I slowly pulled it out and said to her, "Did you see it clearly? If you can't see it, let's do it again." "You're so naughty," she said. I thrust it in again and asked her, "Is it good?" "Yes," she replied. "Since I made you feel good, why do you say I'm naughty? It's unreasonable." I increased the speed of my thrusting. She leaned her head back, ignoring me, and closed her eyes to enjoy my sexual feast.

After a hundred or so thrusts, I was a little tired. My penis stopped at the very end of her vagina. I lay on top of her, putting her legs under my buttocks. She naturally hooked her legs around my thighs. I placed her hands on my buttocks, and my chest felt her breasts comfortably against my skin.

I kissed her face and said, "If only we could do this every day!" She thought for a moment and said, "If we did this every day, I'm afraid you'd get tired of it after a few days." "How could I?" I said against my will, "With a beauty like you by my side, I'd never get tired of it, even when I'm old." "I don't believe it. You and your wife were like this at the beginning, weren't you? Now you're tired of it too, aren't you?"

I leaned over, hugged her

, and lay down on the bed, stroking her buttocks. "Hehe, you don't understand men. Men like more the better. Isn't it said that you can have a red flag flying at home while colorful flags flutter outside?" "Dream on." I used my arm to pull her up and rolled over, pulling her onto me. "I'm tired. It's your turn to move around." She straddled me, unsure of what to do. I held her waist with both hands and moved up and down. She moved up and down on me skillfully. I lay there comfortably, my hands sometimes touching her breasts, sometimes her clitoris. She was no longer shy like before.

I grabbed her legs, turning her around so her buttocks and back were facing me. I love looking at women's buttocks; I think they're the most beautiful thing. Her buttocks were beautiful too—firm, not big, but perfectly round. I love round buttocks.

Her hair was over a foot long, tied in a ponytail. It had just been washed but was almost dry, swaying back and forth on her back. Her snow-white body contrasted beautifully with her black hair. I pushed her body forward a little, and she leaned forward, grabbing my calves with both hands. Her buttocks bounced up and down, her vagina swallowing my penis.

Her vaginal fluid wet my pubic hair. I pressed her head down a little more, and she lay face down, her buttocks magnified in front of me. I gently lifted her buttocks, slowly admiring the way my penis entered her. I turned on all the lights; I like making love with the lights on, I like the all-around stimulation.

After about a few dozen more thrusts, I pulled my body out from under her, pressed her head onto the bed, and made her bend over, kneeling on the bed. I was behind her, holding her buttocks and kissing her. A woman is most beautiful when viewed from behind. I licked her swollen vulva and her anus, and she moaned in pleasure again.

I knelt behind her and inserted my penis again, reaching forward to touch her breasts. "This position is one I told you about on QQ, remember? Now I'm keeping my promise." I held her waist and thrust hard dozens of times. I felt like I was about to collapse.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum," I said, turning her body around so she lay down, returning to the initial position. I felt this position was the most comfortable for ejaculation; a strong pleasure stimulated me, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. This position wasn't just comfortable for me; I wanted her to feel comfortable too.

Soon, she started screaming too. I grabbed her legs and forced my body inside her, wanting to insert everything. With a strong spasm, a stream of hot liquid shot into her body. I lowered her legs, letting her tightly grip my penis. I thrust in a few more times, then lay motionless on top of her. We rested for a while, covered

in sweat. Men are really something else; after ejaculating that cum, even the best woman loses her interest. We each took a shower and came back to lie in bed watching TV. If it were any other woman, I would have been fast asleep long ago, but I knew this woman was hard-won, and I might never see her again.

While watching TV, my hands started groping her body again. After about 30 minutes, my penis became hard again. I pulled back the covers, lay between her legs, and assumed a 69 position. Her genitals were a little red and swollen, the result of my victory. She played with my slightly hard penis in her mouth.

Slowly, I felt I could fight again, so I immediately picked up my weapon and went back to battle. But later she got tired and said to me, "I really can't go on anymore, maybe it's from the car ride. Just do whatever you want." I was a little disappointed, but since I was in the mood, I was determined to fight to the end. This time it lasted longer than last time, but it didn't feel as good. I hadn't fought twice in one night in a long time.

I woke up at almost 7 a.m. I slept in a separate bed from her; I don't like sleeping in the same bed with someone, it feels uncomfortable. She was still fast asleep. I got up, boiled some water, poured it into a cup, and then sat on the bed, looking at the woman on the opposite bed.

It's amazing how two complete strangers, separated by thousands of miles, were connected by the internet, sleeping in the same room, and eventually becoming connected by blood. This is the power of technology, the power of the internet. The internet is truly a wonderful thing.

Thinking about this, I stood up, stretched, lifted her blanket, and crawled in. I was completely naked; I like sleeping naked.

She had put on all her clothes before bed, curled up, and fell asleep with her back to me. I lay down next to her, my arms around her as she slept. She woke up with a start, mumbled something, and turned over. I kissed her face, which was flushed from sleep, and asked, "Did you sleep well?" She just hummed in response, without opening her eyes.

I held her tightly, and she hugged me back. My hands slid down her back to her buttocks, which were round and firm. I slid down a bit and pulled down her pants because my penis was hard again.

Her hands slid down my back, touching my buttocks and then my erect penis, and she mumbled, "Are you alright?" "How do you feel?" I asked her back. I kissed her eyes: "Wake up, remember this day." "I need to go to the bathroom," she said, getting up and going to the bathroom naked.

She came out after about ten minutes, having already washed up briefly. Since it wasn't time to turn on the heating yet, she shivered as she ran over and snuggled into the covers, hugging me tightly. Her body felt a little cold, so I quickly hugged her back, warming her with my own body.

"What if I miss you later?" I asked her. "Then call me." "A phone call can't solve anything." "Hehe," she laughed, "Then come find me." "Sigh, when will I ever have a chance to go out? I really want to hide you away and secretly see you every day." This time, I spoke from the heart. I was a little strange. The ancients said, "A day as husband and wife is a hundred days of kindness," so why did I feel so emotionally attached to her after we had a physical relationship? Was it because a physical relationship was equivalent to a blood relationship?

I felt genuinely sad. Her cold body melted under my touch. My hands touched her slightly dry vulva; it probably wasn't the right time yet. I slipped under the covers, buried my head between her legs, and began kissing her with my tongue. She also took my penis and kissed it back.

Her juices flowed, her vagina opened, I turned her around, spread her legs, and thrust my penis inside again. She closed her eyes and silently endured it.

"Whose is bigger, mine or your ex-boyfriend's?" This is a question every man wants to know, especially when you know she's had a boyfriend before, especially when you've won a competition with another man. "Yours is bigger." I later confirmed this with her. "Is it comfortable with me?" "Yes, very comfortable. You have a lot of tricks up your sleeve." I smiled with satisfaction.

I brought her to orgasm again, and I ejaculated during her climax. I lay on top of her and said, "Let's just die like this." "Okay, then we'll be the news tomorrow." "Are you in your safe period? What if you get pregnant?" "I don't know, I thought you had a way." "I thought you had condoms in your bag, why didn't you bring them?" "Go to hell, I don't even have a boyfriend." "It's okay, if you get pregnant you can just give birth, and when he grows up he can come find his father." "You're shameless. I need to think about buying some pills later, I know there's a kind of emergency contraception."

It was already 8:05, I called the office and asked a colleague to ask the boss for leave. Then I held her and lay down for a while, I needed to recover my energy.

By the time we finished washing up it was already 9 o'clock, we checked out of the hotel, and I took her to have breakfast. I originally wanted to go to McDonald's, but I changed my mind because I didn't want to be seen by acquaintances. In a small city, there are acquaintances everywhere. I took her on my motorcycle, and as soon as we went out we ran into a close friend, I greeted him, and he gave me a very ambiguous smile. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath and left.

I had originally planned to take her to see a few sights before leaving in the afternoon, but she suggested leaving right after breakfast because she had to go to school to register and pick up materials, and she was worried she wouldn't have enough time in the afternoon. I was really reluctant to let her go.

On the way to the station, we passed a pharmacy, and I stopped, steeling myself to buy the medicine. I couldn't let them pay for my pleasure,

could I? When we got to the station, a train was about to leave, so I bought her a ticket, said goodbye, and watched her find a seat. She waved to me standing outside, and I stood there for a while, then decided it wasn't necessary. I waved back, feeling a pang of sadness, and left.

In the afternoon, I received a text from her telling me everything was arranged, she had taken her medicine, and I shouldn't worry. She said she would go straight back after the three-day course, and that she had had a great time with me. But I remained unhappy for several days afterward.

Later, we'd talk on the phone every now and then. I learned she was dating a military officer, and then I learned she was getting married soon. After that, we talked on the phone less, and saw each other less online. Later still, we started video chatting. One day at noon, I suddenly saw her online and quickly chatted with her for a while, then turned on the video. She said it was her younger brother, and that she had to go to work soon. I said I wanted to see her, and at first she disagreed, but then she lifted her clothes to show me her breasts, which were bigger than before. Then she took off her pants, and I saw the place where I had once been. When I wanted to take a closer look, she put her clothes back on and said, "Good brother, I'm really going to be late. Let's talk later." She kissed me and quickly logged off.

Later, she told me she was getting married. I sent her a Tanmujiang comb because I love her long hair. I love how she thinks of me every time she combs her hair, like my hand caressing her beautiful hair.

She also wrote me an email, which I replied to with great emotion, moving myself to tears. She was even more touched, saying she cried after reading it.

Later, I called her office, only to be told that she had gone home to have a baby, and we didn't contact each other for a long time. Just a few days after my first article was published, I called her again. She answered, and we chatted for a while. She told me she had a daughter and everything was fine, but she was very busy, so we hung up after a few minutes.

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A one-night stand with a policewoman

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