A girl who loves to dream

Yali is a dreamy girl. She works as an assistant in our company, in a different
department , though since our departments are separated by only a screen, it feels like we're practically the same group. She's
fairly pretty, petite and delicate. If you met her on the street, she probably wouldn't make you turn your head; but after
spending some time with her, being a 25-year-old woman, she might inspire some fantasies.

Her job at the company is mainly to handle paperwork for her department, mostly typing documents or
creating spreadsheets on the computer. Frankly, her work skills aren't great, and she's not very good with computers. She often
comes in to ask me computer questions, and even if I had something to do, I'd still be happy
to teach her.

At first, she'd just ask a question or two at the door and then leave, but later, as we got to know each other better, she'd come to
the computer screen behind my desk to watch my explanations. Initially, it was just about computer problems, but after she finished asking questions, we
'd start chatting. From the weather to politics, from movies to sports, all sorts of things. However, what she liked to talk about most
was life abroad.

It turned out she had been studying abroad in the US for almost a year. I have a lot of opinions about studying abroad. Most people want to
experience life abroad, but due to financial constraints, they think of studying abroad. Wanting to go abroad to see new things and learn a foreign language
is good, but does going for just a few months really make you speak American English well? Don't even mention studying abroad;
do those people you know who studied abroad for several years and came back with top-notch foreign language skills?

Frankly, I haven't seen many current international students who can speak a foreign language well, let alone those who studied abroad. Many people
don't have enough money for studying abroad, but in fact, the cost of studying abroad is higher than that of studying abroad. A few months of studying abroad
might cost the equivalent of a year's worth of studying abroad. After the money runs out, they return to Taiwan with poor foreign language skills and no degree to
find a better job.

It's more practical to borrow money to study abroad than to study abroad; at least you can get a degree and find a job.

Ya-li misses her study abroad experience from a few years ago and keeps trying to get me to talk about America. I felt a little
sorry for her. She lived in a dream world, in the foreign countries of movies, unable to return to real life. Besides, the real foreign countries weren't
as good as she described. My office was in a corner, not many people walked by. Every time she stood in front of me
to chat, wearing a short skirt, it stirred up many fantasies in me.

At first, the distance was from the doorway to the desk, then across the desk looking at the screen, and then she walked to my
side to look at the screen. Unconsciously, the distance between us shortened considerably. I saw Yali's destiny as that of a typical mistress
. She was good-looking, but she couldn't endure hardship and was unwilling to. She spent all her salary on unnecessary
cosmetics and clothes, all for the purpose of pleasing men.

She told me she had a boyfriend, but no one had ever seen him, although other
colleagues said they had received phone calls from him. I thought, if I had a girlfriend like her, I wouldn't know what to
do. She was quite pretty, but there was always a feeling that the relationship wouldn't last, that we couldn't spend our lives together—a bit like the "chicken rib" Cao Cao
described.

Yali, who liked foreign countries, naturally loved watching American movies. At that time, I was still with Xiaoliu.
One Friday, we arranged to see a movie in Ximending. I went to buy the tickets first. After buying the tickets, I went to
browse while waiting for Xiaoliu, but instead, I ran into Yali shopping alone. I told Yali that I had arranged to see a
movie with my wife, but she hadn't arrived yet. She said that she often came to Ximending to see if there were any discounted items during her holidays.

At that moment, she was holding something and asked me, "Do you think this one or that one is better?" She was holding
a

n't have any particular opinion on these items, so I said, "Both look great, why don't you try them on?" She tried on
both and then came out to show them to me.

It's a very intimate thing for a woman to try on clothes for a
man . Generally, women are unwilling to wear new clothes in front of men and then ask them to comment on her clothes and her figure. So I think if
a woman is willing to let a man comment on her new clothes, it means that her feelings for him have crossed the usual boundaries.

I said, "A suit makes you look smart and capable, and a skirt makes you look younger." But
that seemed like a slip of the tongue. She retorted, "Do I look incompetent and old now?" I tried to
salvage the situation by saying, "Of course not, you're beautiful." I couldn't bring myself to compliment her on being smart and capable.
But after I told her she was beautiful, she forgot about the smart and capable part.

I thought to myself, I'm so lucky! I'm going to the movies with Xiaoliu, and now I'm picking out clothes with Yali—
both of us are beautiful. That night was also quite coincidental. Just as Yali was hesitating about which dress to buy, my
cell phone rang. Xiaoliu said her fiancé's family needed to see her and she couldn't come, so she should go by herself.

Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I said to Yali, "My wife just called and said she couldn't come
. If you don't have any other plans, would you like to go to the movies together?" It wasn't really appropriate for me to ask Yali to go to the movies alone
, but given the situation, it seemed perfectly natural. Yali readily agreed.

The next question was which dress Ya-Li wanted to buy. She liked both of them, and not only that,
she liked everything else in the store. She kept comparing the two she had in her hands, then comparing them to the others.

The movie was about to start, but Ya-Li seemed to lack a sense of time, not in a hurry at all, just
hesitating in the store. On a whim, I said, "Ya-Li, you look great in both of them, let me give them to you!"

She said, "How could I?"

I said, "It's alright, I've known you for so long and I've never given you anything before." I don't know why
I should give her something, but I could see the joy in her heart.

It wasn't until I went to pay that I felt the pang of regret; it totaled over seven thousand dollars. Aside from a suit, I'd never bought anything
that . Giving clothes to a beautiful girl gives you a sense of satisfaction. When you see her wearing the clothes you gave her
, you feel a little happy, as if wearing your clothes means they belong to you.

After the movie, I originally planned to press my advantage and ask Ya-li to go out for dinner, but Xiao-liu left me a message asking me to
meet her after the movie. At that time, Xiao-liu was about to get married, and I was starting to miss her a little, so I said
goodbye to Ya-li and went to find Xiao-liu.

Feeling a bit lost after leaving Yali, I drove to a deserted spot in the suburbs, and then Xiaoliu and I
made love in the car. But what I saw and touched wasn't Xiaoliu, but Yali's body.

A few weeks later, Xiaoliu married and moved south. One lazy Friday afternoon, I
sat alone in my office, lost in thought. I looked at the setting sun outside the window, reflecting on how for the past two years I had always met with Qingqing and Xiaoliu every Friday
. Now they were both gone, and it seemed I would spend countless lonely Friday
afternoons from now on.

I saw Yali walk past the door, and to fill the emptiness in my heart from Xiaoliu's departure, I called Yali in
and asked her, "Any plans after work today? How about we go see a movie?" I'm usually
very , otherwise, how come no one knows about my affairs with Qingqing and Xiaoliu over the past two years?
I'm not usually willing to be so direct, after all, I'm a married man, and it's a bit risky. But that day, I don't know where
the courage came from, I blurted it out.

Yali thought for a moment and replied, "Okay."

I was worried that walking home with Yali after work would mean running into many colleagues, so I said, "Let's
leave fifteen minutes early and buy tickets sooner."

Yali said, "My manager is here today, so I might not be able to leave early."

I said, "Then I'll leave early and drive to the other side of the road; that way, the road will be easier to navigate." Actually,
all of this was to avoid being seen or bumped into by Yali on our way home.

Yali's manager, Julie, was an older woman who had been with the company for a long time. She wasn't actually a
difficult person to get along with, but she always had a problem with Yali. She said Yali was always late, and Yali said it was because
she had too much work and had to work overtime until seven or eight o'clock every day. From what I knew of Yali, she
wasn't exactly a very capable worker.

Yali didn't like to watch movies quietly; she would pester the person next to her to talk, saying things like how handsome the male lead was or
how stupid the female lead was. Of course, I would keep her company, and I quite enjoyed talking to her at the movie theater entrance. Because
we were talking in the movie theater, we had to sit very close, so close that I could hear her breathing; we
were practically face to face.

Soon it was Friday again,
and we had arranged to see a movie. Sitting so close in the dark, even though we hadn't actually done anything inappropriate, I had already mentally possessed her many times over.

That winter was very cold, and I was so grateful to have Ya-li accompany me to the movies and dinners every weekend, and I would go
shopping with her.

Soon the Lunar New Year arrived, and we were both very reluctant to part on the last weekend of the year.
Ya-li was going home for the New Year, and I had to accompany my wife south, and there were other things to do, so Ya-li and I
might not be able to see each other alone for two weeks.

Up to that point, our relationship had stopped at kissing and hugging, but this only fueled my desire, making me
want more.

*** *** *** ***

I started my holiday a week before the Lunar New Year because firstly, I had no more cases to work on, secondly, I had a lot of
unused vacation days, and thirdly, my wife, a teacher, had already started her holiday long ago. Ya-li was working her last
day before the holiday. That evening, around 8 PM, my wife and I were watching a variety show after dinner when
my cell phone rang. It was Ya-li calling.

As soon as I answered, I heard Ya-li's tearful voice say, "Danny, can you come to the company now
?"

I asked in surprise, "What happened, Ya-li? Why are you still at the company so late?"

Ya-li cried and said, "Julie fired me."

I had heard that Julie was going to fire Ya-li, but doing that on the eve of the Lunar New Year seemed too cruel.
So I said I would come right away. Before leaving, I told my wife that the company system had crashed and I had to go back to fix it, and I didn't know
when I would be back. I work on systems at the company, but women don't know much about computers. They think anything about
crashes, viruses, or Y2K is a huge deal.

When I got to the company, it was almost nine o'clock. Poor Ya-li was waiting for me downstairs alone with several boxes of things.
She had stopped crying, but you could still see traces of tears on her face. We moved the things to the car and started
comforting her.

I wanted to take her out to eat, and she agreed, but when we got to the restaurant, she said she didn't want to eat; she wasn't hungry.
So we drove around for almost two hours, not knowing where to go, talking the whole time in the car.

Finally, she seemed tired, so I suggested taking her home.

Ya-li lives near SOGO; she lives alone in Taipei. That night was the first time I went to her place.
It was a small apartment. She said it was convenient, and since she lived alone, she didn't have to commute to work. The location was excellent
, so the space wasn't very big; besides the bathroom, there were no other rooms.

After we went into the room, the atmosphere became awkward. A male and female colleague alone in a room late at night—I couldn't think
of a good explanation. Although I took her home, I had no intention of leaving. Ya-li didn't want me
to leave either; she said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa for a bit? I'll make some coffee."

Coffee seems to have become a common topic of conversation between modern men and women; a cup of coffee can break the ice and ease the atmosphere;
it can also be a way to shift the focus when nothing else is available.

Ya-li didn't have much furniture; the suite only had a dining table, a sofa, a TV to the side of the sofa, and
a bed opposite it. The whole room was filled with a girl's touch; several large Disney plush toys,
posters and CDs of Andy Lau and Tom Cruise were the only decorations in the room. She
was always busy and disorganized at work, unable to find anything she needed, so I wasn't too surprised she was fired, but she
kept her home spotless.

The sounds of cars coming from the street below drifted in from outside the window; Taipei truly is a city that never sleeps. There were
clanging ; I wondered if making a cup of coffee would take that long. Looking over, I saw Ya-li bustling about,
the coffee already made, and I wondered what she was doing.

Having been married myself, I'm experienced in matters of the heart and know how difficult her situation is. On the surface, we
're still friends and colleagues, but that changed after she brought me home tonight. Ya-li was too embarrassed to come out of the kitchen.
What was I waiting for?

We lay on the sofa, watching a rerun of Hu Gua's variety show from earlier that evening. My hands
roamed restlessly over Ya Li's body. She lay in my arms with her back to me, and I pulled her delicate body closer so that my already
aroused penis could press against her full, beautiful buttocks to relieve the pressure of its swelling.

I started with her smooth, alabaster-like abdomen, reaching under her clothes to enjoy
the pleasure of her skin without any obstruction. Ya Li's breathing gradually quickened, and I continued to explore her most intimate areas. Ya Li's breasts
were probably 32 inches; she was petite, so I guessed they were probably a C-cup. Even through her clothes and bra,
her breasts felt firm and full.

At this moment, Ya Li turned around and kissed me face to face. She had a pair of thick, moist, red lips, still
smelling of lipstick, and her body exuded a faint fragrance; I guessed it was something like Chanel 5
perfume. Kissing Ya-li was wonderful. She was very cooperative with my movements, whether it was our tongues meeting or our lips
intertwining, she made me feel incredibly intoxicated and happy.

My hands lingered on Ya-li's breasts, constantly kneading them, and I even took her small hand and placed it
on my swollen penis. Ya-li understood a man's needs, her small hand slowly caressing my pants. Our breathing
became faster and more rapid, occasionally emitting "ha, ha" sounds during our kiss.

Ya-li asked me, "Don't leave tonight, okay?"

At this moment, I had no desire to leave. She told me to wait a moment, she was going to take a shower. I
lay on the sofa and continued watching Hu Gua's replay, her departure allowing my excited nerves to relax.

Of course, I didn't want her body to leave me, but past experience told me not to rush things; unless a cataclysmic
event occurred, Ya-li would definitely be mine tonight.

The dripping sound of the shower in the bathroom had stopped, meaning Yali would be out soon. I wondered
if she would come out completely naked or wrapped in a large towel.

Yali, who was always good at dressing up, hadn't skimped on her bathrobe either; she wore a one-piece babydoll dress, slightly open at the chest,
revealing glimpses of her full breasts. Seeing such a beauty before me, I went over and hugged her; her body
was still warm, like the warmth of the bathwater. After her shower, she hadn't forgotten to apply lipstick and foundation, making her still stunningly beautiful
. Her body exuded a clean, post-shower scent and a faint fragrance.

Without the restraint of a bra, her breasts were soft, like cotton. She reached out and
unbuckled my belt and pants, which naturally slipped to the floor, her small hands caressing my groin.
After a while, I felt it wasn't enough, so I pulled her hand inside my underwear. When her soft hand touched me,
a jolt of electricity shot through my body.

Somehow we went from standing to lying on the bed. She was on top of me, and I reached out and touched her round
buttocks. I inserted my fingers between her buttocks, feeling a little wet and a little warm. She reacted slightly
and then asked me, "Do you want it?"

I whispered back, "Yes." She rolled over and straddled me, taking me inside her without even taking off her skirt
. When I first entered, she let out a moan of desire as she was stretched open. At first, she
was rather dry inside, so she moved slowly. Once she was completely wet, she began to move naturally up and down, deep and
shallow.

I don't usually like the woman-on-top position; most women don't know how to move to make a man happy.
But Yali was an expert. She wrapped her body around my penis, moving up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes
slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. When she was deep, there wasn't a gap between our bodies; when she was shallow, she
just , and then she wrapped me up tightly again.

Slightly breathless, she asked me, "Do you like my dress? Should I take it off?"

I said, "You look beautiful like this."

She asked again, "Is it comfortable like this?"

I said, "Yes, it's great, I can't hold back any longer."

She said, "I'll go slower, so you can last longer."

She slowed down after that, but our first time together lasted less than five minutes.

A suggestive Category III film starring Shao Shuzhen was playing on TV, showcasing her
ample breasts and figure to a limited extent. I've always hated these films that are all show and no substance, revealing but not actually undressing, just teasing men,
but that night it was a great aphrodisiac.

I was watching TV with Ya-li's petite, voluptuous body in my arms when I suddenly asked a question I shouldn't have: "
How many men have you slept with before?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Thankfully, Ya-li didn't get angry and answered, "Seven
, right? That's a lot, isn't it?"

I quickly smoothed things over, saying, "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question." She replied,
"It's alright, you only asked because you care about me."

Ya-li was 25 that year. Since leaving business school at 17 or 18, she had entered the workforce. She had a
boyfriend who was her boss, who had a daughter four years younger than her. They
broke up just before her boss's wife found out. Ya-li then changed jobs and met her boss, who was also married
. They dated for about a year or two before the relationship ended because he found someone else. Ya-li wasn't good at managing money; otherwise, she wouldn't have
failed to make any money off these men. After several years, she only saved enough to go on a year-long study abroad trip, during which time she mentioned having a foreign
boyfriend. For her age, her experience was considerable.

Having been someone's mistress, Ya-li knew how to satisfy a man. She climbed on top of me and took my mouth in hers, giving me a blowjob
. In her words, I prepared for a second night of passion. I took off her skirt; her body was completely free of
excess fat, clinging tightly to her smooth abdomen, with rounded breasts, making her look somewhat like the Japanese porn star, Kanazawa Fumiko.

This time, I took the initiative to have her lie on the bed, and I entered her from the front, moving in
and out. Yali responded to my rhythm. When I entered shallowly, she moaned softly; when I penetrated fully, she
cried out , only catching her breath when I withdrew. Each different movement of mine elicited a different
reaction from her.

This natural female response in sex was a performance, a
technique she had learned from having sex with different men, including married men and foreigners, with the precision and skill of an Olympic athlete. I maintained this...
I enjoyed Ya-li's excellent and passionate performance. When it was time for me to ejaculate, Ya-li cooperated by letting out a soft
, moving moan that lingered for a long time until I withdrew, at which point she finally gasped for breath.

We slept until the next morning. When I woke up, I asked Ya-li what she planned to do that day, and she said she had no plans. I was
determined to go home, so I arranged to meet her again that evening. As soon as I got home, I threw my clothes into the washing machine and then
jumped into the bathroom to shower and destroy the evidence on my body.

My wife was woken up by my noise and complained that I had to go back to work overtime during the New Year holiday. I mumbled some excuses and then
pretended to be tired and went to bed. In my sleep, I had a dream in which Ya-li, Xiao-liu, and I were having a threesome.

Ya-li has a natural talent for pleasing men. Once, we were eating out, and a woman with long legs and
a tight skirt . Given my leg fetish, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Ya-li saw this, and the next day she
dressed up almost the same way, making me restless and distracted all night on our date.

Finally, after the event ended and we got to her house, I immediately gave her a bear hug and entered her from behind.
Within a minute, after a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her. She was still almost fully clothed, which shows
how much she had aroused me that night.

Afterwards, I started to regret whether I had used her as a prostitute as a release tool. That night, she teased me, saying,
"You're so ruthless!"

Speaking of prostitutes, once we went to Macau for the night. I wasn't interested in gambling; food and sex were my passions.
That was Ya-li's first time at a casino, and she wanted to try everything, not wanting to leave. We had planned to go sightseeing during the day
, but we used that time to catch up on sleep. Every night, after dinner, we went to the Lisboa Casino, and
I lost quite a bit of money over two nights. But for a female companion like her, how could I care about such things?

On the second night, unable to bear the smoky atmosphere of the casino, I went alone to the lobby of the Lisboa Center to watch the
women lingering there. So many attractive women walking around, and the thought of spending only two or three thousand NT dollars to
have sex with one of them, filled me with inexplicable excitement. It was only because Ya-li was there that I could easily have sex with two or three women that night.

I spotted one wearing a low-cut dress, one breast pushed up to her chin, almost half of it exposed
. Next to her was another woman dressed more plainly. The more I looked, the stronger my desire became. I thought I should immediately persuade Ya-li to go back to
the room and have sex, but suddenly I heard Ya-li say beside me, "Those breasts are so big!" Then Ya-li asked
me how much I wanted, and I said two or three thousand NT dollars. She said she was just standing there looking, and told me to call her back to the room.

Although Ya-li and I only had a sexual relationship, I couldn't very well have sex with another woman in front of her, could I? I told her
no, and she said it was okay, she wouldn't mind, and so on. Finally, I said I had to go back to the room, and she wanted to go back
for a few more rounds.

Just as I was showering in my room, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Had Yali forgotten her keys? It turned out to be the
two women from the Macau casino knocking, saying Yali had sent them up and asking which one I wanted. Now,
following my desires, I told the one with the bigger breasts I wanted her. They both went into the room, while the other said she had nowhere
to go and would have to wait there.

The busty one asked, "Shall we do it now?" I wasn't too impressed with such "professional" women, but thinking
Yali was downstairs, I didn't care too much and told her to take off her clothes.

Her breasts were indeed large, at least a D to E cup, and a little soft to the touch; they
looked better with clothes on. With a naked woman in front of me, my penis was stretched at a 90-degree angle. I was wearing a towel, and my penis was propping up the towel—it's
kind of funny to think about now.

She put on a condom that felt like iron, and I couldn't feel anything. After a while, my erection softened, and I
started to regret it. Why not have sex with Yali tonight? What was the point of going for a prostitute like this? She noticed my dissatisfaction
and asked if I wanted to do it with her friend; the two of us would cost 800. I didn't want it to end so quickly, so I agreed to
do it with her friend.

I was still wearing the condom, but it felt much better with her friend; at least she was more responsive. After
some effort and 800 Hong Kong dollars, it took about ten minutes to finish with her friend.

In the end, I regretted my greed for novelty. Having such a good woman like Ya Li and not being satisfied, I was still tempted by other cheaper
beauties. This was a lesson and a warning for me.

Afterwards, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the sound of Ya Li taking a shower. She quickly followed me
out.

As soon as she got into bed, I quickly hugged her. She was only wearing a long t-shirt and underwear, practically naked. She
scolded, "Don't touch me. Weren't those two enough for you?" I said, "No, I was just
looking, I didn't do anything."

She said, "You're lying to me. I saw them downstairs, and they said you were both here."

I said, "No way! Look, I can still get hard. If I had done it with them, would I still be able to
?"

I really could, and I immediately entered Yali's body again. As soon as I entered, I felt that this kind of direct contact
was what love was all about. Using a condom was no match for playing with a doll. That time, our emotions were especially high. I kept stimulating her, just
to hear her seductive moans. From front to back, and back again, I held her tightly and kept calling
her name. She answered me with moans of varying pitch. Finally, I ejaculated without being able to control myself
.

That could be considered the climax of our relationship, and also the beginning of its end.

Not long after, she found a new job. At first, she told me about her work, including a
boss who often treated her to lunch and gave her gifts.

After that, we dated less and less. The last time I went to her house and had sex with her, I felt like I was forcing her
. Then she said her boss was taking her to mainland China for a two-week business trip.

I wondered if her boss would also have sex with her in a hotel and hear her moaning.
Two weeks later, she finally returned. I called her, but she just gave me a few cold replies and hung up.

I knew I had to call it quits. In the days that followed, I reflected on our relationship and bought a diary
to record every time we had sex—a total of nineteen times. I thought I was lucky to have her
; if possible, I would pay for her body.

One day, passing by her house in Sogo, I impulsively rang her doorbell, but someone else answered.
He said he had just moved in last month. I decisively deleted her number from my mobile phone to cut off my
longing.

*** *** *** ***

For many Fridays afterward, I wandered aimlessly alone in Ximending. Once, I went back to the store where I first bought clothes
for her and finally managed to buy her the dress I wanted. I took it with me to Beijing on a business trip, found a woman with a similar figure to hers at
a karaoke bar , gave her the dress, told her to wear it, and then
made love to her. The climax was still there, but the moans were now a thing of the past for me.

I know that other men are now fortunate enough to hold her and hear her moans. I was so lucky to have once possessed that sound
; now all that's left for me is the lingering echo in my mind.

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