Pale Blue Love

If it weren't for the cloudless blue sky and pristine white sand beaches of Bali, our relationship would never have begun. She is a woman I can never forget, and she was also the first married woman I ever had an affair with.

That year, I had just finished my military service and entered the media industry. She was the manager of our program department; I called her Sister Vicky. She had deep, bright eyes with long, curled eyelashes, a high, delicate nose, and a set of pearly white teeth. When she smiled, she had faint dimples. Her beautiful appearance had a fresh, student-like quality, and her beauty exuded an unapproachable aura. Her noble bearing made many men desire her advances, yet dared not act rashly. Coupled with her tall, 168cm figure and a stunning 33C-24-34 bust, many photographers and directors would drool over her with lustful expressions. Sister Vicky was universally acknowledged as a sex symbol and the dream girl everyone secretly fantasized about. She seemed aware of these lustful men's gazes, so she always maintained an unapproachable distance, leaving them wanting more but unable to have her, their desires burning within them.

As a newcomer to the industry, I spent most of my time learning the basic workflow of program production and handling numerous administrative tasks. Sometimes I would accompany her to various television stations to submit proposals and broaden my horizons.

At the time, because she was a few years older than me and married, I always treated her like an older sister, and she always took care of me like a younger brother. Perhaps it was because I was naive back then and always treated her like an older sister, without any ulterior motives, that she wasn't as wary or guarded towards me as she usually was towards men. So, she would take me with her to all kinds of company events, big or small. Sometimes, when there were drinking occasions, she would push me into the fray to drink for her. If we encountered some older men from the TV station who wanted to take advantage of us, she would skillfully push them away and give me a wink. I would then pretend to remind her that there was a company meeting to attend and quickly escape from that morally corrupt scene. Perhaps it was because of this tacit understanding that Vicky and I gradually became very close and could talk about anything.

At that time, my girlfriend of seven years broke up with me because she went to study in New York, so I was single. Plus, I was just starting out at work, and as a junior assistant, I was busy until the wee hours every day, barely having time to sleep. I really didn't have the energy for dating. Although there were many hot girls in the media industry, I didn't have time to date. Sister Vicky often encouraged me to find a girlfriend, and knowing I lived alone, she often brought me food from home. Our program planning department wasn't large, and we all got along very well. Whenever we weren't filming on weekends, we'd go out together, like brothers and sisters. Sometimes, when the boss wasn't around in the afternoon, we'd buy some cookies and have afternoon tea in the office, discussing various programs, movies, music, and so on… It was truly a very pleasant and fulfilling period. I just never imagined that fate would play such a cruel trick on me. At the time, I didn't know I would encounter such an unforgettable memory in my life…

I remember that summer in Taipei seemed particularly hot…

The company took on a travel program project to introduce tourist attractions in various countries. The host was a Chinese woman who had been involved in a scandal (to protect her privacy, I cannot disclose her name). Since summer vacation was approaching, the sponsoring travel agency requested that the first episode introduce a popular tourist destination – Bali. Our boss was very kind and suggested taking this opportunity to organize a company trip. Vicky and I would lead the photography team to go ahead and film the program first, and then the rest of the team would join us a few days later. And so the story unfolded…

Since I had never filmed on location abroad before, I was both nervous and excited as the plane took off from the runway. I was anxious, worried that I wouldn't be able to handle the work. A few hours later, the plane landed at the beautiful Bali airport. The moment I stepped out of the airport, rows of coconut trees towered into the sky on both sides, filling my eyes. A gentle breeze carried the unique fragrance and gentleness of the South Pacific island nation. Those who have been there know that Bali's beauty is like a delicate and refined young lady, exuding a primitive and shy charm—truly a Shangri-La on earth!

Due to the tight work schedule, the local guide picked us up and immediately began the filming. The first stop was Tanah Lot, a very famous temple in Bali. This temple was built in the 16th century by a high-ranking monk from Java who traveled south from the west coast of Bali. He was amazed by the spectacular rock formations in the sea and believed that there must be divine phenomena here. Therefore, he worked with the local villagers to build this Tanah Lot temple. Resembling a ship in the sea, this is one of Bali's six major temples. Legend has it that the cave beneath the giant rock is where the god, in his Black Sea Serpent form, resided. When visiting the temple, you can only enter through the left-hand gate. If entering through the right-hand gate, you must wear a belt and avoid wearing clothing that exposes your arms or legs. If there are festivals at the temple, formal attire such as long-sleeved shirts or sarongs is required! Fortunately, Vicky was experienced and decisive, having already planned the storyboard, so we finished shooting the necessary scenes before sunset, concluding our first day's work. We returned to the hotel. Since it was sponsored by the travel agency, we stayed at a wonderful hotel called Grandbali Beach. Unfortunately, due to the early morning departure in China and the long journey, after dinner and a brief discussion of the next day's schedule, everyone went to their rooms to sleep. I shared a room with the photography team, and Vicky shared a room with the host, all to recharge for the next day's work!

The next day's filming schedule included a trip to Sanchi to visit the Sacred Monkey Park, home to hundreds of monkeys and large bats in the Bala Tree Forest. The monkeys there were very playful and aggressive, often stealing food from tourists. The weather was incredibly hot; after only a short time of filming, everyone was drenched in sweat. The host and Vicky changed into spaghetti-strap tank tops, but the pale yellow ones seemed barely enough to contain Vicky's curvaceous figure, her devilish curves practically spilling out. The host was already hot enough, but Vicky was even hotter, leaving the filming crew breathless and burning with desire, frantically drinking coconut water to cool down. I watched from the sidelines, both amused and exasperated. So, despite the heat and heavy equipment, the filming crew didn't complain or get impatient. The filming went very smoothly, and being young, everyone chatted and laughed along the way, making it feel like a relaxed and enjoyable workday. The second day's itinerary ended quickly!

The last day of filming involved a trip to Danbasilin to admire the scenic beauty of the Presidential Summer Palace. Next, we visited the Holy Spring Temple, and then the filming vehicle took us to the famous Bird of Paradise Park. The park is home to the Bird of Paradise, a national treasure of Indonesia, rarely seen in the country. Perhaps it was the beauty before me that moved me, making me think: God gave each of us a lifetime. Some choose to pursue wealth and fame, while others shine quietly in a corner of the world. And what traces can I, a mere passerby, leave behind? There are moments in life when you want to share them with someone, but often things don't go as planned. Thinking of my ex-girlfriend in New York, I felt a little sad. Vicky seemed to notice something was wrong with me and gave me a concerned look. To avoid affecting everyone's mood, I composed myself and returned her a smile.

Since it was the last day of filming, and the host had other engagements the next day and had to catch a flight back to Taiwan that evening, we went to a seaside restaurant near the hotel after work for a seafood feast. Each of us ordered a large salt-grilled lobster, steamed crab, and a whole bunch of other delicious food, plus a huge case of ice-cold beer. The seafood in Bali is fresh and cheap, and the food was incredibly delicious. Everyone played drinking games and sang songs to celebrate the successful filming. Afterwards, the photography crew took the host to the airport to catch his flight, and the team leader wanted to get there before the boss arrived the next day. They took their assistants to a Thai massage parlor, deliberately leaving Vicky and me behind. She even winked at me, telling me not to wait for them. Perhaps it was my mood, but despite usually having a good tolerance for alcohol, I was surprisingly slightly tipsy after only three drinks. Seeing I was a little drunk, Vicky paid the bill, and we strolled back to the hotel along the beach…

The island's sea breeze was gentle. Because I was preoccupied, I remained silent the whole way, gazing at the myriad stars in the night sky, thinking of my girlfriend far away in New York. A sigh of longing welled up within me. Oh, Moon Goddess, could you tell me if my beloved on the other side of the water is alright? Could you tell her for me that although I am lonely and isolated, I still keep my promise and work hard. I miss her so much here, and I always hope to meet her again in the future…

Vicky seemed to guess my thoughts and silently stayed with me. After we returned to the hotel, she was worried that I would be alone in the room without anyone to take care of me, so she told me to rest in her room first and go back when the others returned. I thought it was a good idea, otherwise it would be quite boring to be alone in the room. After entering the room, Vicky first made me a cup of hot tea, and then she went to take a shower.

This was the first time I had been alone in a room with Vicky, and it was also the first time I had entered a girl's room since I was discharged from the military. There was a faint fragrance of a girl in the room, and her clothes were neatly folded and placed aside, showing the owner's organized nature. Before long, Vicky finished showering. When she came out of the bathroom, for some reason, my heart suddenly started pounding. Because the universally acknowledged sex goddess—Vicky—was only wearing a bathrobe, and her graceful figure was faintly visible. Although she was wearing underwear underneath, her irresistible, fiery figure still made me not know where to look! Thankfully, the room lights weren't too bright, otherwise she would have noticed my flushed and flustered face. Vicky gently sat down on the sofa beside me and asked if I was feeling better. Her fair, jade-like legs made me steal glances, feeling uneasy. She asked if I was thinking about my past relationship and advised me to be able to let go, not like her, who was clearly unsuitable but powerless to resist and lacked the courage to break free. I was startled because Vicky rarely talked about her private life, and I never asked. She opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, took a sip, and slowly said that because she couldn't have children, and her husband was an only child, her traditional in-laws, eager for a grandchild, put a lot of pressure on her, even wanting her husband to take a concubine. Although she was highly educated and wanted to be a good wife and mother, this situation frustrated her greatly, and she felt powerless. Every time they had sex, her husband only thought about having children, making her feel like a sow waiting to be bred, just a tool for reproduction. When there is no love in sex, what is it? At this point, she began to cry softly. I, standing beside her, was completely at a loss, unsure what to do. It was strange; just moments ago I was the one feeling down, the one who needed comforting, how did things suddenly turn out this way? Although for a fleeting moment I wanted to pull her into my arms, morality and reason prevented me from doing so. I could only gently pat her shoulder, comforting her, saying some platitudes that everything would be alright. However, the faint scent of her hair made me impulsively want to kiss her. To hide the surging emotions within me, I told her to hurry up... Go to sleep, don't overthink things, because the boss will be arriving with the rest of the company the next afternoon, and I don't want any accidents to happen. This woman, who seems strong and capable to everyone, actually has such a fragile heart. When I persuaded her to go to bed and was about to leave quietly, she said her whole body ached and asked if I could give her a massage. My inner struggle was like boiling water, as if I knew that if I stayed, something would definitely happen, and if I left, I would never have this opportunity again in my life. So I chose to stay and give her a massage...

Because I was in the Traditional Chinese Medicine club at school, I had some knowledge of simple acupressure massage. I asked Vicky to lie face down and gently started massaging her. I began by relaxing her Baihui acupoint on the top of her head, then her neck, down to the Gaohuang acupoint on her back, and finally the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of her feet. It was the first time I'd seen Vicky's soft body so closely, and my heart was pounding. However, my teacher had always said that you shouldn't have any impure thoughts while massaging someone, otherwise the other person's negative energy would flow back into you. So I took a breath, shook my head, and banished any lewd thoughts. The room seemed unusually quiet at that moment, with only Vicky and I breathing. About half an hour later, I asked her to turn over. It would have been better if she hadn't turned over, because once she did... My previously calmed blood surged again, and Vicky's soft breasts were less than 30 centimeters away from me. This time, an even stronger, uncontrollable desire, like a venomous snake, shot straight into my heart, gnawing at my fragile reason. My defenses were on the verge of collapse. I forced myself to suppress my desire and continued massaging her. Because Vicky's nose wasn't in good condition, I massaged her Yingxiang acupoint and several surrounding acupoints. Vicky kept her eyes closed the entire time. This was the first time I had looked at her delicate features so closely. It would be a lie to say I didn't want to kiss her. Several times I impulsively wanted to be a beast, to leave a mark on her bright red lips, but I was afraid of the unimaginable consequences, so I proceeded cautiously. Maintaining this ambiguous atmosphere, as reason and desire struggled in my mind, in a flash, Vicky suddenly hugged me tightly, pressed her warm lips to mine, and kissed me. My last shred of reason crumbled instantly. Two lonely hearts exchanged warmth through their tongues. My wandering hand gently untied Vicky's robe, slipping inside her white bra. She didn't resist; instead, before I could react, she unzipped my pants and removed her robe. A body as beautiful as Venus lay before me. Like a raging beast, I kissed every inch of her skin with abandon. Sister Qi was only wearing that light blue underwear, trying to protect her last vestige of chastity. But tonight's knight was determined to conquer her, not giving up until he was done…

I knelt on the edge of the bed like a subject, gently kissing her ear. My right hand slowly caressed her smooth thigh, while my left hand softly glided over her neck and collarbone, moving towards her navel, kissing her smooth, fat-free abdomen, and kissing down her inner thighs. I gently kissed her jade-like toes. Sister Qi let out a soft moan. My hands, like claws, searched for the entrance to untie the underwear. Removing the underwear's restraints, two juicy peaches came into view… Do

you all know what that means? If a scene that only exists in your subconscious fantasies suddenly appeared so vividly in real life, I think if I had high blood pressure or heart disease, I would probably die instantly. At that moment, my heart rate was definitely more than two hundred beats per minute…

I gently kissed her bud, sometimes biting, sometimes tenderly holding it, while my right hand gently crawled towards the most mysterious sanctuary. I used my middle finger to gently open the two doors on either side of the temple, directly probing the central altar of the temple—the soft, pink clitoris. At this moment, Sister Vicky's body trembled slightly, her legs instinctively clamping together, preventing me from crossing the line. Seeing that her sanity was about to return, if I stopped now, the millions of soldiers in my crotch would probably never fight for me again. So, I used a feigned retreat to advance, gently turning Vicky over. I lightly kissed her smooth, black hair, gently nibbled her delicate ear, and traced my mark along her flawless back, all the way to her sexy cleft. Seizing the opportunity, before Vicky could react, I slipped off her last remaining piece of clothing—a pale blue lace panty. My heart nearly stopped. A peerless beauty appeared before me, her clitoris a pale pink, like early spring. I couldn't resist gently licking it with the tip of my tongue. A pure, innocent fragrance, like that of a virgin, filled my nostrils, without any pungent fishy smell. At that moment, I truly understood the ancient saying, "To die beneath the peony is to die a romantic death," was absolutely true!

At this point, conquering the city was only a matter of time. In an instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck my muddled mind, and I suddenly realized with a calm mind that if I acted like a naive young man, only wanting to rush forward with a gun, I would probably be bowing down in less than three minutes. But if I served this sexy goddess in front of me with utmost care, making her feel unforgettable, perhaps there would be more tender moments like this in the future. So I decided to learn some moves from adult films. I gently picked up Vicky, who was now a petite woman, and took her to the bathroom. I had her lean against the wall, spread her legs, and turned off all the lights. I filled a glass with cold water and a glass with hot water, and began playing with her mysterious anus, performing the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire." Perhaps because no one had ever played with her like this before, at first she was a little shy and reserved, feeling very embarrassed. Unexpectedly... In less than three minutes, she suddenly felt a surge of pleasure, frantically twisting her rounded buttocks, begging me not to stop. I used my tongue to sometimes lightly peck at her anus, sometimes to explore her vulva, until my sexy goddess secreted a continuous stream of nectar. Seeing that her defenses had completely crumbled, I carried her back to the bed and slowly kissed her from head to toe. When I took the cherry on her breast into my mouth again, and gently explored her vulva with my other hand, I felt Vicky trembling slightly, completely powerless to resist. At this moment, I quietly took out my penis and used the tip to gently tease the outer edge of her vulva. I gently asked her, "May I go in?" Vicky blushed and turned her face away, then nodded. Now was the time to act! Vicky gently guided me into her body. My pent-up desire, which had been building for so long, seemed to have completely spiraled out of control, each one urging to ejaculate and reach climax. The intense pleasure surged through my brain. With my last shred of reason, I struggled for a final, prolonged battle. I hoisted Vicky's legs onto my shoulders and used my abdominal and waist strength for a final thrust. However, Vicky's vagina was incredibly tight and soft, and coupled with her suppressed moans, perhaps some of you steely brothers could endure the long battle, but I was simply not up to the task. In less than ten minutes, my savior crumbled, and I surrendered, lying panting on Vicky's soft breasts. She comforted me, saying it was okay. I knew she hadn't reached orgasm yet. Suddenly, I felt a little guilty, but I was too exhausted. Soon after, I drifted off to sleep. When we both woke up, it was almost five in the morning.

To avoid gossip from the photography crew, I rushed back to my room. To my surprise, they hadn't returned all night. I breathed a sigh of relief and slept until almost noon. We didn't wake up until the boss and his team arrived in Bali. When I went downstairs and saw Vicky, she smiled shyly at me. I didn't know how to handle the awkward situation, so I just smiled back. A sweet, secret romance stirred within me. When the boss arrived at noon, he asked about the filming. Hearing that everything went smoothly, he was very happy. At that moment, he suddenly said to Vicky, "Xiao Yu (another colleague from the planning department)..." "I'm sick and can't come, so you might have to sleep in a room by yourself tonight." The photography crew around me immediately said, "Sister Vicky, I'll sleep with you, I can protect you." Sister Vicky immediately replied, "Yes, the only empty space in my room is on top of the door panel, I'm missing two door gods!" After hearing this, I was secretly delighted and was having a mischievous idea when I suddenly felt a gaze on my face. I looked up and saw Sister Vicky giving me a playful smile. I felt like a child caught doing something wrong, all my mischievous thoughts were seen through. I stuck out my tongue, avoided her gaze, and chatted with the other colleagues who came with me! After dinner, we went to the Ubud Art Museum to appreciate the style of Ubud artists and understand their inner world and thoughts through their paintings. Then we took a DPS antique car tour of the city. The unique Balinese architecture and the commercial atmosphere of the city were unforgettable. In the evening, the tour guide took us to see a slightly mediocre ladyboy show, and then we went back to the hotel to rest.

Back at the hotel, I pretended to be tired and didn't go shopping with my colleagues. Instead, I called Vicky on the extension and asked her to go swimming at the hotel pool. She agreed, so I went to find her dressed and ready. I knocked on her door, and after being told to come in, I barged in. The room was empty, only the sound of running water. Vicky was taking a shower. I immediately locked the front door and rushed into the bathroom. Vicky probably hadn't expected me to do this, so she hadn't locked the bathroom door. When she saw me, she was startled, screamed, and instinctively grabbed a towel to cover her private parts. She then called me a pervert, yelling and hitting me as she went. She tried to push me out the door, but not very hard. I was both amused and annoyed, so I joked, "You've already seen it all, you're so familiar with it, there's no point in hiding it anymore." She spat at me, and before she could react, I launched a surprise attack, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her onto the bed in the room, saying, "Last night, I failed to please Your Majesty, and today I have come to beg for forgiveness!" After saying that, I pounced on her, and she laughed as she dodged my pursuit. "Your Majesty forgives you, please leave the court." Watching her run around naked, the room filled with boundless spring scenery, spring blossoms suddenly appearing, even Emperor Qianlong's harem might not have such a beauty, such spring scenery! To see such spring scenery, my life is complete!

And so, we entwined again for another whole night. Since I came with the intention of making amends, I used all kinds of moves from books and movies - "nine shallow and one deep", "old man pushing a cart"... Wait, it really is true that "you only realize how little you know when you need to use your knowledge, and how old you feel when you need to use your strength." After bringing her to two orgasms, I was completely powerless. We were like a young couple, wanting to cuddle and sleep! I didn't sneak back to my room until almost dawn… Those few days in Bali felt like our little honeymoon. We were passionately entwined, madly in love. Even the boss almost noticed that we seemed a little too good for each other. But those few days of blissful time always fly by so quickly, impossible to hold onto. As the plane was about to take off again, we almost felt that we had to put a punctuation mark on our relationship—maybe a comma, maybe a period, maybe leaving behind an eternal exclamation mark! And who knows what the future holds?

After returning to Taiwan, fearing traditional pressures, we rarely went out together. Gradually, I didn't want to bear the stigma of breaking up someone else's family, especially since my career was just starting. A year later, I moved to another company to work on a large-scale variety show, becoming even busier than before. It became increasingly difficult for Vicky and me to find time to meet. Later, I heard that because the doctor said excessive stress could be a cause of infertility, she and her husband moved to the mountainous area of Guguan in central Taiwan to treat their infertility. From then on, I never saw her again…

But every time I go to the azure seaside and see the white, silky sand, I think of the uniquely fragrant breeze of the South, I think of Vicky, and I think of that pale blue love…

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