My "girl"

April-June 2007, Beijing suburbs, Yaya – 30 years old, married, 168cm, around 50kg, sweet-looking, well-proportioned, playful and cute, currently owns her own company.

Main text: One day in April of 2007, after working overtime, I habitually checked my email online and, forgetting which chat room I glanced at (I'm not a fan of chat room content), unintentionally stumbled upon a "secret tryst in the wild."

Seeing an English name in the chat room, I casually greeted her with "Hello." Unexpectedly, she immediately responded and asked my age, saying she didn't want to chat with children. When I told her my age, she laughed. I was clueless, and since the internet speed was slow, I asked for her QQ number and proactively sent her mine. QQ responded immediately.

After confirming, she called me "Uncle."

I was stunned and asked, "Am I that old?" She

replied, "That's a term of respect in Korean dramas!"

I followed suit: "Then are you young? I'll call you 'Yaya'."

Answer: Okay! I like it!

She probed me for details about my work, then frankly told me: "Uncle! Don't go to that chat room anymore, it's all nonsense and nothing serious."

It seems she's been harassed quite a bit. I told her: "This is my first time here." Then

I asked her: "Why are you here?"

She replied: "Just browsing.

" Fate truly is something you can't force!

Since it was getting late, we chatted briefly. I told her I hadn't eaten yet because I was working overtime, and she immediately responded: "Go eat, get some rest, we'll chat another day."

To be honest, I wasn't particularly interested in her at the time, but I felt a slight attraction to this "girl" from her conversation.

In the following days, we exchanged emails, and then we used both methods simultaneously. When she couldn't use QQ at work, she would send emails to exchange information. Sometimes there were dozens of emails in half a day, and thus began the romantic journey between the "uncle" and the "girl."

Because of the frequent contact, "Girl" constantly reminded "Uncle": "Sometimes I'm not available, so if you're busy, don't bother me. Don't let it interfere with your work."

Such considerate words from "Girl" could move even a seasoned wolf like myself, igniting a desire to conquer her—a wolf is a wolf after all!

Since "Girl" had mentioned living in the north, which was my usual haunt, I told her one day: "I want to hear your voice and meet you." I sent her my phone number. It worked; perhaps after some hesitation, she called after a while, and as I imagined, her voice was sweet. Her calling me "Uncle" made my heart flutter…

But "Girl" still playfully refused to meet, telling me I had to find her.

After May Day, "Girl" told me she had resigned and was going to rest at home for a while, gather some information, and prepare to start her own business with a partner. I forgot to introduce "Yatou" ("Yatou" was born in Xinjiang, graduated from university in Chongqing, works as a journalist, and is now the "leader" of several people; she just got her marriage certificate after May Day...).

This was an opportunity not to be missed, so I silently planned my actions.

One evening in May, my QQ flashed; "Yatou" was online. I immediately told her, "I'm going to your place tomorrow morning to look at a project, and then we can have dinner together?" She seemed hesitant, replying, "What's so good about me? I'm pretty ugly." "Even if you're ugly, you're not as ugly as me. Why don't you show me a picture?" I proactively sent her my photo first. "Yatou" exclaimed after seeing it, "How come you look like a mafia boss?" I told her, "That's me! If you don't see me, I'll smash your windows! Let me see your picture first." She didn't reply, apparently looking for a photo. A few minutes later, the photo arrived, but when I opened it... this mischievous "Yatou" was still teasing me; it was two photos taken at dusk, only showing the outline of people, not their faces.

She was being quite mischievous, but that was no challenge for me! I quickly opened the software, did some simple editing on the photo, and it looked much better than I expected. When I sent the edited photo back, she exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle, is there anything you don't know? Teach me sometimes!" "How can I teach you if you can't see me?" "Then find me yourself, you're an uncle!" She still didn't know the exact location. I had to improvise.

The next morning, I didn't ask for a car and drove there myself, willing to waste gas for the girl. I finished everything smoothly around 10 a.m. and called this mischievous "girl." She was quite surprised again: "You really came over here?"

"I kept my word, I'm right next to the gas station." She was stunned: "Oh my god! You're amazing, I'm right across the street!" It's true what they say, what's meant to be will be!

I turned the car around, lit a cigarette, and waited patiently for her to appear…

Very quickly, before I'd even finished my cigarette, the phone rang. "Girl" went downstairs and started talking on the phone as she walked, giving the car's license plate number. "Girl" said she'd be there soon.

Turning my head, I saw a woman in a white shirt and jeans, quite tall, nearly 170cm (I later learned she was 168cm), with long, flowing, slightly brown hair. She was undeniably elegant and poised. Not bad!

To show my gentlemanly manners, as soon as "Girl" approached the car and I was certain, I quickly got out, opened the door, and invited her in.

For "Girl's" safety, I drove quickly away from the neighborhood, glancing at her every now and then. "Girl" was very outgoing and talkative, always smiling with her cherry-like lips, saying, "What are you looking at, Uncle!" I replied, "I've never seen such a beautiful woman before!" followed by a string of exclamations: "Oh my, oh my..."

We hit it off immediately, without any awkwardness. We ate and chatted; I really liked "Girl's" manners and speech. During our chat, I learned that "Yatou" (a nickname) is getting married this year and has quit her job to start her own business, possibly opening a beauty salon. Her boyfriend is busy with work and doesn't get home until after 9 PM (I hope he's not like me). "Yatou" is very hardworking, unlike typical pampered young ladies.

After this meeting, I also figured out "Yatou's" routine. Since my work allows for more freedom of movement, and her new company has opened smoothly, we often meet, chat, and have meals together when we have time. Because I have feelings for "Yatou," I've been hesitant about taking the next step. I even talked to a friend about not wanting to take the next step, and she bluntly said, "The word 'not wanting' shouldn't apply to us..." This time, I was quite surprised!

First, when I was driving, I would occasionally touch "Yatou's" leg, and I noticed she was very sensitive. Her body reacted noticeably. A thought flashed through my mind: Could I have stumbled upon another "hot spot"?

Second, sure enough, I was right! The day before yesterday afternoon, the car was parked on the side of the road. When I touched "Girl," she couldn't control herself and started moaning. I covered her with my clothes and put my hand into her underwear, finding it already soaked. Because it was difficult to move around in the car, I only managed to insert my middle finger. A strange phenomenon happened: her little hole started sucking my middle finger hard. The feeling was truly indescribable. Unfortunately, the car was parked on the side of the road, so I couldn't see. Touching "Girl" this time made me use almost half a box of tissues to clean her genitals.

After this experience, it wouldn't be right not to take action.

Yesterday morning, I drove to pick up "Girl" and bluntly asked if I could skip work today. "Girl" looked at me with a mischievous grin: "I'll slap you across the face!" I said, "How dare you bully an old man like that?" Because it was too early, "Girl" said she would call the company to make arrangements and asked me: "You're not going to work?" I told her: "The chairman even asked me for leave." Haha…

The next step is to choose a destination. “Girl” clearly says she doesn’t want to go to a hotel; she feels awkward there. I’m totally speechless!

Oh well! Let’s try fieldwork then.

We sped along, finally finding a secluded spot in the suburbs, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers… but there were also quite a few insects. Lacking experience (any suggestions for good spots?), we had no choice but to sit in the back!

After looking around and confirming it was safe, I took off "the girl's" clothes. "The girl" was very obedient, and soon she was completely naked. I wanted to admire her properly! Looking closely at her breasts, they weren't too big or too small, a bit bigger than a B, but seemingly a bit smaller than a C. Her nipples weren't dark, but rather quite red. I couldn't resist licking them a few times, and "the girl" immediately started writhing… Touching downwards, I found her covered in vaginal fluids, with thick pubic hair. Strangely, her labia were very small, like a little duck's bill. Gently parting the little duck's bill revealed a small, lotus-shaped opening inside. I can't describe it, but it was definitely not an ordinary vagina… Looking at that spot, I couldn't wait any longer, so I took off my clothes and started the battle... The three-hour battle (9:30-12:30) felt like being in a sauna. It's all my fault for not telling me to turn on the air conditioning, which made all the clothes I used as cushions get wet. Afterwards, I told my girlfriend, "Weren't you beautiful?" But because the space was cramped, my legs cramped and went numb. I'll stick to hotels next time; at least I can shower then.

My girlfriend simply replied, "No way!" "………………

This mischievous 'girl' is really impossible to deal with!

By the time we ate, it was past 1 a.m., and one of the topics of our conversation was whether to do it again or go to a hotel, and whether we could go on a trip for a few days, like to the beach. The 'girl' readily agreed. The 'girl' told me that this time was enough for me for a month, that my legs were a little weak, that hers was bigger, and that it hurt a little inside… After paying the bill, the mischievous 'girl' glared at me again: 'I'll pay, if you pay I'll slap you across the face!'

Here we go again…

Expenses: Less than 1,000 yuan (including gas), but she actually spent more on food than I did!

Thoughts: I was very happy spending time with her, and I've grown fond of this mischievous girl.

[The End]"

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