American-style melancholy

(I)

I silently extinguished the cigarette in my hand and gently closed the screen window on the balcony. Looking through the screen at the dark night sky, the seven stars, some bright, some dim, truly seemed like blinking eyes. Returning to the bedroom, I watched my wife sleeping so soundly in bed. A faint smile seemed to linger on her lips. I gently got into bed, turned off the small lamp by the bedside, and the bedroom fell into darkness.

Closing my eyes, the events of the day flashed quickly through my mind. I had silently reminded myself many times: don't think about them anymore, but those sincere and lovely faces kept appearing. Are you all doing well on the other side of the ocean? It's been three years since we separated, yet your feelings for me are still so sincere, still remembering the promise you made the night we parted…

That was four years ago, in autumn. Having just graduated from ** University, I found a very satisfactory job—the marketing department of an American company's Beijing office, a company world-renowned for producing cars. Because of my diligence, I was quickly appreciated by an American engineer named Pete, and a few months later I went from being an ordinary employee to his assistant.

Pete was a typical American man in his forties, straightforward, humorous, and very dedicated to his work. He spoke loudly and eloquently. In his spare time, he often liked to meet up with a few Chinese colleagues at a bar to chat about strange and interesting things. After a few beers, his face would turn red, his eyes would start to light up, and then those "dirty jokes" mixed with American slang would be brought out one by one.

At that time, I was "fresh out of school," listening a lot but lacking "practical experience," and I would always just agree with them, only half understanding. Occasionally, I would make a joke that would make them burst into laughter.

One evening, Pete invited me to dinner. On the way, he began to ask me how much I knew about Chinese culture, especially whether I had any knowledge of antiques. I casually told him what I knew.

Entering the restaurant, after a beer, he said, "My wife is very knowledgeable about Chinese culture and loves Chinese art. Her birthday is in a few days. As a complete novice in Chinese culture, I want to surprise her. Ben, could you help me choose a piece of art?" I readily agreed.

Over the weekend, I rode my bike around Liulichang for twenty minutes and got a purple clay teapot from a friend, along with an antique-style box. The box looked quite presentable, I thought. "It'll do," I thought. Back at the office on Monday, I placed the box on Pete's desk to complete the task. Pete was very pleased with the gift. He even told me that he and his wife were having a candlelight dinner that night, and that she would be overjoyed to see it.

The autumn afternoon passed quickly, and it was time to leave work. As I passed Pete's office, I saw him tying his tie in front of a small mirror. "Heh, this guy, he really knows how to get things done!" I chuckled to myself as I walked out of the office. As usual, I stepped out of the elevator, loosening my tie as I walked.

Suddenly, my hand stopped, my gaze fixed on a Caucasian woman in the lobby. She wore a red suit, a white blouse, black stockings, and black leather shoes. A handbag was slung over her shoulder. She had long, wavy chestnut hair. Unfortunately, she was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't see her eyes. But I imagined they were blue, like the sea.

I know I have a strong Oedipus complex and often "pay attention" to middle-aged women. With such a good prey, I couldn't let it slip by. So I slowed my pace, leisurely strolling towards the door. I think I was quite out of line, because she quickly noticed me.

Just as we were about to pass each other, she suddenly took off her sunglasses. And then I saw those beautiful, pale blue eyes. At that moment, I did something that surprised even myself—I stopped and stared into those beautiful eyes. The whole world seemed to freeze for a moment, I think about five seconds. Then I saw her beautiful lips move slightly. "Hello," she said.

"Hi," I replied. Perhaps we both realized something. She lowered her eyes, and I quickly walked out of the lobby. That night I had insomnia... I masturbated three times in one night...

(II)

For a bachelor, fantasizing about a woman he doesn't know is a very common thing. Of course, such things come and go quickly. It's been a week since I last met "her." Occasionally, I would vaguely see her figure in my dreams, but I never thought that there would really be such a wonderful coincidence in this world.

It was another Friday. After a quick lunch, I returned to my seat to prepare a report for Pete to be delivered next Monday. Friends who have worked for Americans know that their requirements for work are almost demanding. For a newcomer like me, I have to be even more careful. Pete has been very busy lately, and I have been helping him check a lot of important data.

It was not yet time for the afternoon shift, and the office was very quiet. It seemed only the sound of me flipping through those lengthy reports could be heard. Just as I was engrossed in my work, the crisp sound of high heels approached from afar. "Looking for Pete?" I thought for a moment, then continued working without looking up.

The sound of high heels stopped for half a minute, then resumed, the clattering approaching. I still didn't look up.

"Excuse me, do you know where Mr. Pete went?" a soft voice asked in my ear.
"Ha! Broken Chinese, must be a foreigner!" I was too lazy to look up. "He went out for dinner and will be back in about twenty minutes."

"Oh. Then could you please give him this bag?"

"Knowing it's troublesome, yet still making me do it, so hypocritical." That's what I thought, but I said aloud, "Okay, no problem. You are...!!!!!!!!!"

If I could have known what would happen if I looked up, I definitely wouldn't have pretended to be so engrossed in my work for so long.

Yes, I saw that woman again; the woman who once made me lose my composure; the woman who once made me waste three "ammunitions" in one night; the woman I had vaguely seen in my dreams.

She was clearly quite surprised by our "encounter." From the moment I looked up, my eyes never left hers; it was as if a pre-programmed computer program was replaying itself. Another five breathtaking seconds of eye contact. Oh, was it just my imagination? A thin mist seemed to emanate from those pale blue eyes.
"Hello! I'm Catherine." She broke the silence, extending her right hand.

"Oh, hello, I'm Ben." A pair of long, slender, white hands, so soft to the touch.
"It's...it's you again." She deliberately dragged out the "again," giving me a playful smile.

"Hehe," I could only manage a dry laugh to mask my awkwardness.

After a moment of silence, she said, "Would you like to give this bag to Pete?"

"Okay, okay, no problem." I immediately regretted my answer. "Are you in a hurry? Pete will be back soon, I think. Why don't you wait for him here?" I said to her in fluent English.
"Is it okay? I won't disturb your work?" she asked.

"Look, it's break time now, the boss shouldn't give me any trouble, right?" Actually, the break time was almost over. My purpose was simple—to "observe" her up close.

Obviously, my lighthearted and humorous banter put her at ease. She smiled, pulled over a chair next to me, and sat down.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked.

"No, thank you, this is fine."

I was absolutely not going to let go of such a good opportunity to "get close" to her, so I looked at her with an innocent expression and smiled.

"You must be Ben, Pete often mentions that you're his good helper." She looked at me kindly and said.
"Oh, really? I often tell my family that I have a great boss." I replied casually. My eyes were wandering around her.

Today she wore a dark blue suit with a white cotton top underneath, which accentuated her full bust. Unfortunately, I've never been good at calculating women's breast sizes, like A, B, C, D. She wore dark blue trousers with fine gray stripes, very well-tailored. Her legs looked very shapely. Oh! Black stockings and black shoes again! I greedily admired everything I could see, my mouth going dry. I knew if I kept looking like this, my pants would start to bulge.

"I heard from Pete that you're very knowledgeable about Chinese culture?" I quickly changed the subject to something we both found interesting.

"Yes, I'm very interested in your country's culture. You know, my dad came to China before, and he brought me back a gift—a Yixing teapot. I was just a little girl then." "

A Yixing teapot?!?!" I blurted out.

"Yes. A Yixing teapot, I really like it. I've always carried it with me. You also know about teapots?" She clearly didn't understand the reason for my surprise.

"Oh, I wouldn't call it research, just a little bit." For the next twenty minutes, I showed off my knowledge of Chinese culture, practically exhausting all the remaining historical knowledge I had. Of course, I didn't forget to leave a few little surprises. It turned out that this pleasant conversation gave her a "special" feeling towards me…

Pete is a very punctual person, so the pleasant conversation ended quickly. From her warm farewell, I sensed a hint of lingering enjoyment. I thought I might be a topic of conversation for them that evening.

Monday's meeting went very well. My excellent work earned Pete praise from the boss. At lunch, he boasted to me about how the boss had praised him. Suddenly, he changed the subject, saying mysteriously, "You know what? My wife praised you for being very knowledgeable. I told her about you helping me choose a gift."

My heart skipped a beat, but I immediately feigned composure and said, "With such an outstanding boss, his employees can't be any less."

Winter arrived in Beijing, and the leaves had almost all fallen in a strong wind overnight. Pedestrians on the street started wearing thick down jackets, and the sky was much gloomy due to excessive pollution. I was admiring the street scene when a phone rang, interrupting me. "Pete? He usually doesn't call me on weekends," I muttered to myself.
"Hello!...Um...I can, when?...Where?...Okay...No problem. I'll be there on time." It was Pete calling for his wife. The Petes had planned to have dinner together tonight, but there was an urgent matter at the company that required Pete to return. Pete didn't want his wife to wander around Liulichang alone, so he asked if I could accompany her for a few hours. Haha. I couldn't be happier!

After showering, I put on my coat and went out before my hair was completely dry. In the taxi, I called a friend who sells teapots and gave him a few instructions.

As soon as I got out of the taxi, I saw Catherine, wearing a pale yellow down jacket, light blue jeans, and white sneakers, her hair casually tied up, standing out on the street.

"Hello, we meet again..." This time, I took the initiative. She didn't speak, just lowered her head and smiled slightly.

"Where's the boss?" I asked.

"He left. I'll go back to the company to find him at 6:30," she said.

"Oh, no problem. So, Mrs. Quarry (Pete's last name), where shall we begin?" I deliberately used her husband's last name to test her.

"Call me Catherine," she said, looking at me seriously.

"Oh, okay. Catherine, where shall we begin?" I felt my tone was already a little teasing.

"I want to just look around.

Let's walk around," she said. With such a beautiful woman accompanying me shopping, I figured I might as well. The seemingly aimless stroll was actually pre-planned. My friend's shop was in an alley at the end of this street. Hehe, beauty, let's go!
Shopping with a woman is really tiring, which is why I've only ever shopped with my wife, the only woman I've ever been with—women have so many interests and curiosities. The sky gradually darkened. Catherine didn't buy anything materially, but her mind wandered far and wide with my endless explanations. Beijing is a truly magical place: behind every seemingly ordinary alleyway lies a wealth of stories and legends. I've been reading a lot about this lately, so I guess I came prepared… We

were about to reach the end of a not-too-long street when suddenly a shifty-looking fellow emerged from a nearby alley. He grinned at Catherine, saying in broken English, “Hello! Look, look?” Catherine was clearly unprepared for my friend's sudden appearance. She instinctively hid behind me, then peeked out like a little woman to observe him.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I demanded, feigning anger. At the same time, with my friend's “help,” I naturally wrapped my right arm around her waist, adopting a protective stance.

“I have something interesting here! I want my wife to see it,” my friend said with a suggestive smile.

I translated his words into English, and Catherine remained skeptical. "Ben, shall we go?"
"Sure, it's okay, I'm here," I said. My hand remained around her waist, and she didn't seem to mind.

Entering my friend's shop, Catherine froze. Her mouth gaped open as she stared at the exquisite purple clay teapots on the counter and in the window. I smiled and pointed to my friend, saying, "This is my good friend; he specializes in purple clay teapots. We knew you liked these, so we played a little joke on you." My friend greeted her in fluent English.

Suddenly, Catherine seemed to understand, playfully punching my chest with her little fist, then smiling shyly.

My friend, quick to read the room, immediately began introducing his products. And me? I sat leisurely in a corner, sipping tea and watching Catherine. At that moment, the softest part of my heart trembled. I think I've fallen in love with her.

She continued to calmly select items, occasionally turning back to look at me with questioning eyes, hoping for my opinion. But when I gazed at her, she would frantically avert her eyes.

We left our friend's shop; it was completely dark. I lit a cigarette, listening to her chatter away like a little bird about her shopping experiences. "Alright, it's about time, Mrs. Quarry. We should go back," I said deliberately.

"Call me Catherine!" she suddenly shouted loudly. I was startled, then saw her mischievous grin.

We stood by the roadside for a long time, still unable to hail an empty taxi. Catherine seemed a little anxious; she started asking me how long the journey was from here to our company.

"Have you ever taken a pedicab?" I asked, looking at the tricycles on the street.

"That? Is that alright?" She looked in the direction I was looking.

"It's not easy to get a taxi here. How about we take one of these first, then call another?" I said.
"Hey buddy!" I yelled at the tricycle driver. The guy rode over and his mouth almost made me burst out laughing, "Sir, it's freezing cold, hurry up and get in with your wife!" Did she understand? I never asked. But when I took her hand and got on the tricycle, I felt her breathing suddenly become rapid.

The tricycle moved forward at a leisurely pace, and we, both wearing down jackets, crammed the small compartment full. After a moment of silence, I turned my head and gazed at her. She glanced at me, smiled, and lowered her head, starting to play with her fingers. I continued to gaze at her affectionately. When she looked up again, her eyes were unfocused, and I grabbed her hand. Her eyes looked like those of a frightened little animal.

I kept gazing at her. In that instant, I read three words in her beautiful eyes: confusion, fear, and hesitation. Even a fool would know this was a golden opportunity. I suddenly pulled her close and pressed my lips firmly against hers. She didn't resist, only her breathing became rapid. Just as she gasped for air, I slipped my tongue between her teeth. I felt her whole body trembling; as for myself? Who knows?

My tongue moved nimbly through her mouth. Teeth, gums, and suddenly I felt the tip of her tongue—slightly cold, slippery, and small. I used all my strength to push my entire tongue into her mouth, trying to press it down. I felt her constantly retreating, and when I had her entire mouth occupied, with nowhere left to go, I seemed to hear a sigh from Catherine's heart. I paused instinctively, and suddenly felt that small tongue give up its resistance, instead responding with a hint of acceptance. In that instant, I no longer hesitated, and she no longer felt shy. We kissed. It was passionate, wet, and long.

A good seven or eight minutes passed before we recovered from our greed. Our four lips, as if destined to be together, pressed tightly together again after a brief pause. This time, my attention wasn't so focused. I tentatively moved towards her breasts. Unfortunately, her down jacket was thick, and I could only feel their outline. I planned to slip my hand under the hem, but it was winter, and I was afraid my cold hands would dampen her newly ignited desire.

Catherine's hands, however, were never idle. While enjoying my tongue, her nimble hands caressed my inner thighs. Suddenly, her hand gripped my penis tightly; the unexpected stimulation sent a jolt through me. She mumbled a "huge!" in my ear. Then she pressed her lips to mine, sucking my tongue desperately…

Less than five minutes after our lips parted, we arrived at our destination. I gave the driver fifty dollars as a thank you for creating such a romantic setting for us. After getting off the bus, Catherine didn't say a word. She immediately hailed a taxi, grabbed her bags, and sped away amidst our astonished and bewildered stares.

(III)

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Before leaving work, Pete formally called me into his office and told me that he and Catherine had formally invited me to their family dinner the following evening—a Thanksgiving turkey feast. I accepted almost without hesitation. For two whole weeks, I hadn't heard a word from her, nor had I seen that graceful figure again. As I walked out of Pete's office, I subconsciously moistened my lips with my tongue, as if trying to recapture the sweetness of that night.
The next day at noon, I left home and went straight to a friend's house. After a short while, I managed to get a bottle of aged French red wine through a combination of coaxing and trickery. Then I hailed a taxi and went straight to Pete's home in Shunyi.
The journey was relatively smooth, and I found my "boss's" home in Beijing without much trouble. It was a two-story villa with a garden. This was because Pete had brought his family to work in China. The company had specially provided him with this house, which seemed quite luxurious to me.

As I expected, it was her who opened the door—the woman I had missed for fourteen days. Catherine was dressed entirely like a housewife today. She wore a loose-fitting scarlet sweater and elasticated jeans.

Seeing her, I grinned, "Hi. Hello! Happy Thanksgiving."

"Ben, you're here? Come in!" Before Catherine could speak, Pete's loud voice came from inside. She lowered her eyelids and let me in, then took my coat and hung it up.

"Woof woof!" Pete's dog had already run out to greet me before its owner. Pete seemed to be in a very good mood today. Before I could react, he gave me a very enthusiastic, bear-like hug.
Next came the polite small talk.

Catherine interjected, "What would you like to drink? Coffee?"

"No! It's Thanksgiving, honey, men only drink beer tonight!" Perhaps because I was the first guest, Pete seemed particularly excited.

Catherine frowned slightly and said, "Okay, I'll get it for you. Budweiser or Carlsberg?"
"Either is fine, um, Budweiser, please. Catherine, this is a little gift I brought." I took out the red wine in front of the hostess and hostess.

"Oh, red wine, haha, good! Ben, aren't you a teetotaler?" Pete teased me. She smiled, took the wine, and turned to go into the kitchen.

"Come on, Ben, let me show you around my house." Pete acted like a king, pulling me around his "territory." Such a large house was rare at the time, at least I had never seen one.
The underground garage held the couple's two Nissan cars. There were some children's toys piled up next to them. Four mountain bikes were leaning against the wall, probably for the whole family to exercise. Like all American men, Pete also had some tools in the garage. It looked quite messy. "Heh heh, looks like this guy is a lazybones," I thought to myself.

Above the garage was a small playroom. There were two televisions and a game console. Next to the game room was the boiler room, where the Pete family relied on for heating in the winter. Next to the boiler room was a storage room, filled with food and canned goods.

"Hehe, are you afraid of war in Beijing?" I asked with a laugh.

"No, Catherine always likes to decorate the house like this. Our home in America is the same. Hehe," Pete said.

A few steps up, we returned to the living room, where some exercise equipment was placed in the four corners. Next to that was the dining room, and inside the dining room was the kitchen. The lady of the house was busy there. On the other side was a room for the nanny and a bathroom for guests. Upstairs were five rooms. The Petes couple occupied a suite, and their children each had a room. There was also a room that should be a guest room.

The hospitable Pete opened all the rooms except their bedroom for me to see, even the walk-in closet filled with clothes. Before going downstairs, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "The couple's bedroom is the biggest 'secret' in my house; outsiders aren't allowed to visit."

I smiled and said, "Oh, that's a habit of you Americans."

Guests arrived one after another, and Pete was busy greeting the other friends. I chatted with his children for a while, carrying a beer can, then slowly strolled into the kitchen.

Catherine was even busier, hurriedly placing baked pastries and brandy-infused juice onto trays.

"Need any help?" I asked.

"Oh, no problem, I can manage," she said. "Aren't you going to chat with the others? They might be useful to you!"

"No, thank you. I didn't come here to chat with them today," I said, giving her a meaningful glance.

"Then what are you here for?" she asked with her back to me.

"I think... I think it's because of you," I said slowly and firmly. "And of course, my boss," I added.

"Haha!" We both laughed at the insincere remark. She suddenly turned to me, looked at me, and said, word by word, "What you said just now was very sweet. Whether it's true or not."
I looked at her and said, "I promise, it was all from the heart."

She hesitated.

"Honey, are the snacks ready? The guests are here." That damn Pete showed up again at the worst possible time. **** I cursed inwardly.

Catherine quickly took the plates out, and there was a brief silence in the kitchen.

After that, everyone talked and laughed; Catherine, Pete, and their friends huddled together chatting. I sat alone on the corner sofa, flipping through "Time." Only their little dog circled around my feet, wagging its tail. At that moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. I kept asking myself the same question: "Why did you come here? Was it worth it?"

“I think we can start eating now,” she said, coming over to me. I suddenly realized I could be getting a little too emotional. So I took a deep breath, picked up my beer can, and forced a smile that was almost stiff. I walked towards the dining room.

Dinner was sumptuous. But the turkey, which seemed incredibly delicious to Westerners, tasted like wax to me. The observant Catherine probably noticed my displeasure and started introducing me to the other women. This gave me a chance to start a conversation. During our chat, our eyes occasionally met, and I felt a touch of warmth.

When the clock struck 9:30, the guests began to get up to leave. I was the last one to get up. Catherine asked me, “Ben, how are you getting home?”

“A taxi. I already picked one out on the way here,” I replied.

“There are no taxis around at this hour unless you drive yourself,” she said. “If you don’t want Pete to take you home so late, why don’t you stay here?”

Dear Pete, clearly drunk, slumped onto the sofa and said, “Ben, you stay. We’ll take you into town tomorrow.” Perhaps realizing he’d been a bit too cold to me today, Pete swayed to his feet, walked over to me, and took my hand, saying, “Stay, you’re my best friend and partner, stay!”
At that moment, I secretly calculated the chances of Catherine driving me if I insisted on leaving. I looked up at her, sensing she also wanted me to stay. So I said, “Okay, I’ll leave tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, my friend, thank you, thank you.” From the moment I struggled to lift Pete off me, I felt a growing aversion to this American. Was it jealousy? Or something else? I think it was a feeling difficult to express in words.

“Come on, I’ll take you to your bedroom.” She led me upstairs. The children had already gone to bed at nine. The hallway was quiet.

I pushed open the door and turned on the light. She went straight to the closet to get my sheets and pillow. I quietly, little by little, closed the door. "Click," the door slammed shut. Catherine's back trembled slightly. I could no longer control my desire; I rushed forward and embraced her from behind. I inhaled the scent of her perfume, gently stroking her hair with my chin, my arms tightly gripping her waist.

After a few slight struggles, she became still. I placed my hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around. When I saw those blue eyes, my tongue eagerly intertwined with hers. We slowly and gently sucked on each other. The feeling was intoxicating.

Suddenly, she playfully bit me. I retaliated by slipping my hand inside her sweater. "Mmm!" she murmured softly. My hand was already grasping one of her breasts. I paced aimlessly around the room, my arm around her waist. When her back leaned against the closet, my other hand was freed.

I lowered my head and kissed her deeply, and she turned her face slightly to meet mine. Under the bright light, she kissed me with her eyes closed; I could even see the faint blue veins on her eyelids.

My hands were no longer content with just touching her breasts through her bra. So I slowly slid my hands down her back. Just as I was exploring the structure of her bra hooks, she suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at me, and I looked back at her. She quickly closed her eyes again, but her lips pressed against mine forcefully.

I unhooked her bra, and it slipped down completely. God, a strapless bra!!
Now my hands gripped her breasts tightly. They weren't very firm anymore, but they were still full. I squeezed and released her breasts. Her hands also began to "invade" my sensitive spots.
First, she pushed my body away slightly, then pressed her entire palm against my penis through my pants. Her middle finger slid up and down deftly. After a slight pause, her thumb and forefinger began to gently touch my zipper. Once…twice…three times…

suddenly, as if ready, she pulled my zipper all the way down. Although my underwear was in the way, my engorged penis was already prominently displayed. Her movements slowed down again. First, she gently circled my glans with her forefinger, then with her middle finger. Her forefinger, however, was now quietly moving upwards, trying again and again to hook onto the elastic band of my underwear.

My underwear had begun to slowly slide down. I felt her fingernails touching my pubic hair. Then, with a slight pull, my penis was already standing erect and hard.

At this moment, I also began to stroke her lower abdomen and sides. Reluctantly, my hands left her breasts and gently pulled them outwards, her hands naturally hanging down at her sides. I whispered in her ear, "Take it off, okay?" She just nodded slightly. I slowly lifted her sweater up. Her arms also slowly rose upwards.

“Catherine! Are you done yet?!” Pete’s slurred voice was very close.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she said to me, “I’ll be back in a bit.” Then she rushed to the door, turned the doorknob, and opened it. At that moment, I turned around as fast as I could, stuffing my still-erect penis back into my pants, not even having time to pull up my underwear. In the rush, a few of my pubic hairs became the unfortunate victims.

★★★This forum is recruiting experienced administrators. Welcome to apply and inquire in the recruitment department★★★Damn it! I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I muttered under my breath.

Pete’s repulsive drunken face appeared in the doorway. “Hi, Ben, are you satisfied with everything?”
“Yes, I’m fine. (Just kidding.) Thank you for your concern. Goodnight Pete! Goodnight Catherine!”
She helped Pete out of the bedroom doorway, suddenly stopped, turned her head to stick out her tongue at me, and blinked her right eye. What a lovely woman! I smiled and walked to the door, intending to leave it slightly ajar, then shower, get into bed, and wait for her.

Suddenly, I heard Pete whisper in English, "Darling, I want you! Hehe!"

"No, Pete, you're drunk. Let me help you to bed," she said.

"No! I want you, I want you..." Then came the sound of Pete kissing his wife. Then the sound of the door lock clicking shut.

I gently closed the door, silently sat on the bed, and sat there for a long time. My watch beeped; it was already midnight. My aimless gaze wandered around the room, the events of a few minutes ago still vivid in my mind. Suddenly, I noticed her bra, which she had left on the floor.

I slowly walked over, gently picked it up, and sniffed it...

A rhythmic knocking woke me from my sleep. I quickly sat up, straightened my clothes, and looked down to see the bra lying on the corner of the bed. I picked it up and stuffed it into the inside pocket of my leather jacket.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Pete's daughter's freckled face. "Ben, Mom and Dad want you to come downstairs and have breakfast with us."

"Oh, okay, I'll be right down." After a quick wash, I went downstairs. Entering the dining room, I saw Pete's face, beaming with excitement from last night's enjoyable sex. Catherine, wearing a green bathrobe, sat beside him.

"Hey, Ben, you don't look too good. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Pete asked with concern.
"Oh, it's nothing, it's probably just that your heating is too strong, I'm not used to it," I replied casually.

"Oh, then hurry up and eat breakfast, we'll take you into town later."

After breakfast, Pete went to the garage to get his car, while the two children played on the lawn in front of the door. Catherine and I stood on the steps waiting for him. "I'm sorry about last night," she said to me in a very soft voice. I just smiled at her and didn't say anything. Pete's car pulled up, and the two children rushed over to open the car door and sit in the back seat. Just as I stepped down the steps, she suddenly shoved a piece of paper into my hand and then rushed down the steps first.

"Catherine!" I called to her.

She stopped and turned around. I stepped down the steps and stood to her left, gently lifting the left side of my jacket. One cup of her white bra was clearly visible. I grinned at her and quickly got into the back seat of the car. I glanced at the piece of paper. A cell phone number jumped out at me...

(IV)

Sitting at my desk, I kept turning the piece of paper with Catherine's phone number on it in my hand. Today is the first workday after Thanksgiving, and I've been thinking for a long time about whether I should make this call. I got the news this morning that Pete is going to Shanghai tomorrow to train employees, and he'll be away from Beijing for two days. Should I make good use of these 48 hours? I hesitated.

"Ring~~~" The phone on my desk brought me back to work. "Hello, this is Ben. How can I help you?" I said smoothly. There was silence on the other end. "Hello," I had a vague feeling it was her. "Beep~ Beep~ Beep" The other person hung up.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang again. "Hello, this is Ben. How can I help you?" Still silence. "Is that you?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's me. Do you know who I am?" A pretentious, androgynous voice came from the other end. Damn! It's my friend who sells teapots. "★★★This forum is recruiting experienced administrators. Welcome to apply and inquire at the recruitment department★★★ Dude! Are you crazy? Are you bored?!" I laughed and cursed.

"Dongbao, who are you thinking about?" my friend said with a smile.

"Thinking about you~~! Is there something you need? I'm busy!" I said.

"Of course I have something to tell you, I have some important information." my friend said.

"Spit it out, I'm waiting for an important call." I said impatiently.

"Are you trying to 'sleep' with that foreign girl?" my friend asked.

"…………" I remained silent.

"I'm asking you, aren't you?" my friend asked smugly.

"Yeah, so what?" I knew I couldn't hide this from this "old pervert."

"The foreign girl seems to be a little interested in you too! She came to my place this morning. Ostensibly to look at the teapot, but secretly to find out about you. Hehe!" my friend smiled ambiguously.

"What did she ask me?"

"Hmm, let me think… How about we find a place tonight and talk over dinner?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you trying to get me to smash up your shop!?"

"Fine, bring your people, I'm waiting." my friend said arrogantly.

"Brother, please, just tell me! Don't keep me in suspense. You'll get your share of good food and wine," I begged him.

"Actually, it's nothing much. She came over around ten this morning. She said she wanted to pick out a few more teapots to give to friends," my friend said. "Since she's your friend and willing to support my business, I was quite enthusiastic towards her, keeping her company."

"And then?" I asked.

"And then? Then I realized something was off," my friend continued. "First she asked how we met, then she asked if I had a girlfriend or something. I pretended not to understand at the time, but then she got impatient and asked me several times. Hehe! You're really lucky with the ladies," my friend said.

"Stop talking nonsense, what did you say?"

"What did I say? I told you the truth, that you're currently all alone."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Really?"

"Pfft, why would I lie to you about that? But buddy, isn't this woman a little older? I secretly glanced at her a few times today, and she has quite a few wrinkles around her eyes." My friend said.

"Go to hell. I like this kind of thing, what's it to you? Listen up, Saturday night at the Sichuan restaurant, it's my treat." With that, I slammed down the phone. After

calming myself down a bit, I picked up the phone and dialed her cell phone. Damn it! Busy. I hung up and dialed again, still busy.

Just as I was about to pick up the phone again, it rang, and this time it really was her. "Ben, this is Catherine. Your coat is still at my house, can I have Pete bring it to you tomorrow?"

"Okay, but the boss is going to Shanghai tomorrow. You see..." I asked her.

"Oh? Then let's find another time." She said.

"Okay, bye-

bye."

Pete took the morning flight to Shanghai. After lunch, I called her again, and without much persuasion, Catherine agreed to bring her coat over that evening. When I left work, I deliberately lingered a little to avoid running into my foreign colleagues in the underground parking garage. A little after 6:30, I went downstairs to the parking lot, where Catherine was leisurely drinking coffee. I knocked on the window, and she looked up and smiled at me. I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Have you been waiting for me long?" I asked.

"Look, you've almost finished your coffee." She held up the paper cup for me.

"Actually, I could have come down earlier, but I was afraid of being seen by my colleagues," I said.

"Oh~" A blush crept onto her fair cheeks.

Faced with such a beautiful woman, how could I let the opportunity pass? "Smack!" I leaned over and kissed her.

"Ah~" she exclaimed, then nervously turned her head to look around.

"Ha, don't worry. It's so dark, no one will see," I said with a mischievous grin.

"Are you trying to scare me to death?" she said, exaggeratedly clutching her chest.

"Is your heart pounding? Come on, let me feel it." My left hand reached for her breast.

"Slap," Catherine slapped my hand. "Please show some respect to married women," she said with a laugh.

"Darling, I've missed you so much," I said, turning to hug her.

"No, don't do that!" she pulled away from my embrace.

"Are you going home? I'll take you." She started the car before I could speak.

The car drove onto Chang'an Avenue, and I gave Catherine directions while making casual conversation, occasionally teasing her with dirty jokes. She focused on driving, occasionally responding with a word or a faint smile. After a turn, the car drove onto a small road next to the moat. (The moat, also known as the Tongzi River, is an artificial river dug around the Forbidden City. A small road runs between the Forbidden City and the moat, where there are few pedestrians and vehicles at night.)

"Do you live in the Forbidden City?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm not royalty," I replied. "Please pull over up ahead; I have a few words to say to you."

The car stopped in the shadow of the tall city wall. We sat quietly in the car like a couple, enjoying the sweetness.

"Pete's coming back the day after tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes, the day after tomorrow."

"I waited for you for a long time on Thanksgiving night," I said slowly, gazing ahead.

“Yes, but I hesitated that night, and I didn’t know if I should really be with you. Ben, you know, I’ve been so confused these days, so very confused. I don’t know what’s wrong with me? To fall in love with a boy so much younger than me.”

“A man,” I corrected her.

“Oh, right, right, a man. I often think, if I were twenty years younger, I would definitely be with you without hesitation… Oh God! Ben, you know? You are so attractive to me.” She looked at me affectionately.

“Guess what I was thinking about that night while I was waiting for you?” I asked her.

She shook her head.

“I was thinking about whether you would marry me.”

“Oh…” She turned around, and we hugged tightly.

After a while, I felt her sobbing slightly.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing, nothing, I feel very happy right now.” Because of her tears, her Chinese pronunciation was even more strange.

I gently cupped her breathtakingly beautiful face in my hands. At that moment, I finally understood the meaning of “tears blurring her vision.”

Her playful nose was still twitching. I gently licked away the tears on her face with my lips.
Her body was no longer as stiff as before, and felt so soft. At this moment, in the cold winter night, this woman's heart was completely conquered by me!

My lips caressed her smooth face inch by inch. Forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nostrils, tip of the nose, chin, she held me tighter, as if afraid I would suddenly disappear. We kissed.
Until tonight, I fully understood how stimulating a mature woman's passionate kiss could be. If the previous kisses were the explosion of pent-up desire, then this was the inevitable union of two hearts. I had only felt this way once before: the first time I entered my first love's body, the physical stimulation became insignificant, the feeling of two hearts touching was enough to drive one mad, to make one obsessed.

I could taste the faint coffee flavor in Catherine's mouth, the stimulation from the kiss made some of our tactile nerves less sensitive, and saliva dripped from the corners of our mouths.

After a kiss, she stopped, looked at me, and asked with a smile, "When can you give me back my bra?"
"Right now," I said seriously, taking her hand and placing it on my chest.

"Oh my god!" Her eyes brightened with surprise. Yes, before leaving work, I had wrapped her bra around my chest. Although this damn thing was uncomfortable on the way home, I finally achieved the effect I wanted.

"You know what? I think about you all the time; I want to kiss every inch of your skin. Doing this makes me feel like you're right beside me," I said, feigning shyness. "Touch here again, and I get incredibly hard every time I see you. Catherine, you're so attractive. I love you!"

She stroked my penis through my pants, then playfully scolded, "You silly little thing! Use."

Being clever, I certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to be charming and cheeky. "Use? You mean use me?" Even though I knew she didn't say that word, I still asked seriously.

Catherine gazed at me tenderly, turned to the side, unzipped my pants, and gently pulled out my penis. She gently pushed back the foreskin, exposing the entire glans to her. Taking a deep breath, she examined it briefly before taking the entire glans into her mouth.

Every muscle in my body tensed under this sudden stimulation, a tingling sensation slowly rising from my spine. As this feeling gradually reached the top of my head, an involuntary tremor followed. My whole body was shaking.

Catherine held my penis in her mouth, her tongue lightly touching the surface of the glans, trying to find my erogenous zone. I closed my eyes happily, my right hand gripping the car door handle tightly, my left hand lifting her sweater and bra, inching towards her breasts.

When her tongue touched the junction of the glans and foreskin, I let out a soft moan. Catherine immediately shifted her focus there. Her tongue meticulously licked it, as if cleaning my most intimate parts. The blissful pleasure was indescribable. Words like "comfortable," "amazing," and "heavenly" couldn't capture my feelings.

My hands caressed her nipples, occasionally lightly touching the very tip with my fingertips, causing her breathing to become heavy. Suddenly, she changed her focus. Her tongue began to slide across the glans, occasionally nuzzling the urethral opening. Sometimes she would swallow my entire penis and suckle, and of course, she wouldn't forget to gently kiss my testicles. Cars and pedestrians would occasionally pass by, and if someone curiously glanced inside, they would surely be shocked by this lewd scene.

Five minutes later, Catherine began to grasp the base of my penis, her mouth forming an "O" shape, swallowing and spitting to give my penis even greater stimulation. My hands slowly moved from her breasts to her back and waist, then slipped inside her panties to caress her full buttocks. When my fingers traced the cleft of her buttocks, attempting to touch her anus, she shifted her hips, indicating she didn't like it. Slightly disappointed, I focused all my energy on kneading her breasts…

Suddenly, I saw a police car slowly approaching from around the corner about 500 meters away. I whispered to Catherine, “Darling, they’re coming.” I thought she would stop, but instead, she became even more enthusiastic, shaking her head wildly from side to side. My penis was going in and out of her mouth, making a “sizzling” sound with the lubrication of her saliva.

I watched the police car approach and silently counted in my mind: 400 meters, 350 meters, 300 meters, 250 meters…

When the police car was less than 250 meters away, I finally ejaculated, unable to withstand the double “stimulation.” While I was still not completely soft, Catherine desperately sucked on my glans, as if trying to get the last drop of semen out. When the police car was less than

100 meters away, she suddenly sat up, ran her right hand through her messy hair, skillfully started the engine, revved the gas, and the car slowly began to move. Suddenly, she slammed on the gas, and the automatic sedan quickly left the police car far behind.

It took me a while to come to my senses, and then I realized Catherine still had my semen in her mouth. "Coffee cup!" I handed her the cup. She spat out the semen, turned to me with a mischievous smile, and said, "I thought you wanted me to drink it!"

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