My days in Guiyang

White
clouds, azure sky, and a clean stone path.

In late October, Guiyang was still bathed in sunshine, but there were far fewer tourists. I loved the quiet yet vibrant atmosphere. I sat on a stone bench by the street,
sipping yak yogurt, watching the passersby, lost in thought.

My friend Xiaomei invited me to Guiyang to relax and unwind after the National Day holiday. I had a total of thirteen days of annual leave plus time off in lieu of overtime work during the holiday.

Modern life is fast-paced and stressful, so Xiaomei and I often go out together to travel around and stay in a scenic place for a few days. This always helps us
quickly relieve the stress that has accumulated from work and life.

Speaking of Xiaomei, my childhood friend, he's handsome and talkative, always attracting the attention of girls wherever he goes. His clear eyes have
captivated countless innocent girls. His cheerful and outgoing personality always helps him find female companions when he goes out. In contrast, I'm quiet, not very talkative, and don't like
to show off ; I'm rather lazy. I don't know how we, with such different personalities, could have been such good friends since childhood. Perhaps it's what they call complementary personalities.

On our second day in Guiyang, Xiaomei met several other girls who were also traveling there, and they even made plans to visit Jade Dragon Snow Mountain and Shangri-La. This happened
almost every time we went out, and I was used to it. I, on the other hand, really enjoyed the tranquility and serenity of Shuhe Ancient Town, so I decided to stay there alone and wait for
them to return. On the morning of the third day, after seeing Xiaomei off, I bought a bottle of yogurt at the guesthouse entrance, sat on a stone bench by the street, and began to enjoy the sunshine and peace of Guiyang.

The CD player was playing Usher's "Conferences." I wore headphones, my legs swinging aimlessly to the rhythm,
watching the tourists strolling by. Shuhe has many unique little shops, and tourists are always drawn to one after another.

As tourists looked at the merchandise, I observed them. I didn't need to think about how many reports to write, how many forms to fill out, or how many
documents to process. In this moment, I could simply concentrate on daydreaming. This must be my favorite thing to do. Gradually, even my sense of self-worth
faded ; I felt like I was about to melt into the air.

Just as I was immersed in my own world, a person suddenly appeared in front of me, as if saying something to me.

I took off my sunglasses and headphones. She was a girl around 27 or 28 years old, not very tall, with a well-proportioned figure, her hair tied in a neat ponytail, wearing a blue
t-shirt and jeans. I looked up at her; her delicate face was only lightly made up, and she exuded a very friendly aura that made me quite fond of her. She
had a smile as bright as the Guiyang sunshine. Pointing to her camera, she said, "Excuse me, could you take a picture of me?" Her voice was sweet and pleasant. I nodded
. After taking the picture, she thanked me and continued walking down the street. I sat back down on the stone bench, put my headphones and sunglasses back on, and continued to daydream.

Noon arrived quickly; time seems to fly by when you're daydreaming or sleeping. I went to a Sichuan restaurant near Sifang Street in Shuhe for lunch. The owner
was from Chongqing, and his cooking was quite good. His son owned two Saint Bernards, who were quietly sunbathing on the grass beside the shop. His daughter-in-law was busy running around inside.
I chose an outdoor seat facing the street, ordered two dishes, and ate slowly. The restaurant was very busy today, and it quickly filled up. I was halfway through my meal when
the owner came over.

"I'm so sorry, the restaurant is full today. There's only one person at your table. Is there anyone over there who could share a table with you?" Helping others is
helping yourself, so I nodded. The owner led the customer over, and I realized, what a coincidence, it was the girl I had photographed that morning. She smiled when she saw me,
"What a coincidence! I'm sorry to bother you again." Her voice was as pleasant as ever.

I smiled and invited her to sit down, saying, "If you don't mind, let's eat together. I'll ask the owner to be accommodating; adding dishes will be faster than you ordering new ones." "Then I
won't stand on ceremony," she said generously, sitting down opposite me. I asked the owner to add two more dishes for us. He readily agreed and even gave us
a complimentary cold dish made by him.

She said her name was An, from Guizhou, and that she had just quit her unhappy job in Shenzhen and was traveling alone to clear her head and change her mood. I introduced
myself . When she heard I was also traveling alone, she invited me to explore Shuhe with her that afternoon. I readily agreed. I'd already explored most of Shuhe in the past two days,
so I could be her temporary guide.

After lunch, we strolled leisurely through Shuhe Ancient Town. From Sifang Street and the Tea Museum, we walked to Sifang Tingyin (a teahouse), and then turned to Jiuding Longtan (Nine Dragon Pool). Along the way,
An was excitedly looking around, while I followed behind at a leisurely pace. When we got tired, we found a small bar, chose a table by the window, and ordered
beer and snacks.

The bartender retrieved two bottles of beer from the stream beside us—Carlsberg Ice Pure—one for me and one for Ann. We'd been mostly silent the whole way; I'm not good at
starting conversations. Walking was fine, but sitting down felt a little awkward. I held my glass, slowly sipping my beer, my eyes fixed on the outside. The water plants in the stream
were a dazzling green, and the shimmering water was almost blinding. The bar was playing slow, gentle jazz. Ann was also looking out, one hand supporting her chin, the other gently
swirling her glass. The glass scraped against the table, making a soft hissing sound.

If An hadn't brought up the topic, I probably would have sat there all afternoon.

Ann turned to look at me and said, "Is it boring being with me?" "It's fun being with you, but I'm usually not very talkative," I said, taking a sip of my beer
. "I'm not very good at talking to girls." "That's good." Ann smiled gently, raised her glass and clinked it against mine
. "A toast to how we met." "Cheers." "Want to hear a story?" Ann asked, squinting. As she said this, something flickered in Ann's eyes,
something unfathomable.

"I'm all ears." I turned to face An, crossing my hands on the table, looking very serious.

"I got divorced last week," An said calmly.

This story came so abruptly. The very first sentence almost made me knock over my beer bottle.

"It's a very cliché story. He had an affair. The other woman was my best friend." Ann took a sip of her drink and slowly said, "After the divorce, he left me the company and
the house . He didn't take anything and just disappeared with her." "Oh..." I really didn't know how to comfort him, so I just listened quietly.

However, Ann's story ended there; she remained silent, drinking her wine. Perhaps there was too much heartbreak in between.

Confiding doesn't necessarily mean saying something; it's just about the process of confiding. What is said may not be that important.

An quickly finished one bottle, so I opened another for her and one for myself to drink with her. After finishing both bottles, An started to cry softly. I
took out a tissue and handed it to her.

"This is the first time I've cried since the divorce," An said, wiping away her tears.

"Don't force yourself," I said. "Let bygones be bygones." "I went to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain yesterday. I originally planned to
jump off Jade Dragon Snow Mountain before coming to Guiyang." An smoothed her hair and said softly, "Standing on the edge of the cliff, I realized how afraid I am of death. I thought that after
losing him, after losing everything, I could easily end my life. But I don't have the courage..." An, who was once as radiant as the Guiyang sunshine,
was now only filled with loneliness.

I got up and paid the bill. I don't know why I had this thought, but I took Ann's hand and walked out of the bar.

Ann looked at me in surprise. This was probably the boldest thing I'd done all day. I just kept holding her hand and walking, showing no intention of letting go. Ann
silently let me lead her, following behind me.

The afternoon had passed, and the sky was slowly darkening. Shops in Shuhe were lighting up. The lights reflected in the river beside the street, adding to the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

I took An to Sifang Tingyin. The square, which had been empty in the afternoon, was now crowded with people, and a huge bonfire burned in the center;
the party was about to begin. The emcee started instructing everyone to form a large circle and dance hand-in-hand. I pushed An into the crowd, while I sat on the stone steps by the entrance to the Chai Chong
area watching her. At first, An seemed lost in the crowd, trying to reach out and pull me back but being blocked by the throng. Gradually, she was
infected by the enthusiasm of the emcee and the crowd, and began happily dancing along with the large circle of people.

The firelight reflected on her face, making her look beautiful.

After several dances, An left the crowd, walked over to me, and sat down next to me.

"Is it fun?" I asked.

"Hmm!" Perhaps because she had been dancing, An was sweating a little, and her ponytail was a bit loose, giving her a uniquely feminine scent.

"Are you happier now?" "Yes!" "Don't want to go to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain again, right?" "Yes!" An suddenly turned around and hugged me. She hugged me so tightly
that I could hear her rapid heartbeat. The crowd was noisy, but I believe she could hear my heartbeat too.

Once inside the room and the door closed, we threw off our backpacks and eagerly kissed.

Because the lights were off, we couldn't see very clearly. I don't know whose bag it was, but we both tripped over it and fell onto the bed.

I lay on the bed, with An on top of me. I could feel her weight and her rising body temperature through my clothes. We kissed again,
our tongues entwining in each other's mouths.

Ann held my head in her hands, her ponytail had come loose and was hanging down my face and neck, tickling me. I gently stroked Ann's back, from the back of
her neck, along her spine to her hips, a perfect curve. Then I continued down, gently holding Ann's hips through her jeans.

As the passionate kiss deepened and her hands caressed me, Ann began to breathe softly. Her hands moved from holding my head to wrapping around my neck. Her breasts
pressed firmly against my chest. My hands then slipped inside her t-shirt, moving upwards until they reached the back of her bra.

"Untie it?" I asked.

Ann nodded, then her face suddenly turned red. Like a little girl, she buried her head in my chest. I easily unhooked Ann's bra, and she sat up,
taking off her t-shirt and bra together. I also sat up and took off my t-shirt. In the light from the window, Ann's bare upper body was displayed before me like a half-length jade statue
.

Her shoulders and arms looked very bony, and although her breasts weren't large, they were quite firm. I pulled her down, still on top of me, and kissed her face and
neck. This time, I felt a real, soft touch against my chest. Ann also shifted slightly as her breasts rubbed against mine. I unbuttoned
the front of her jeans, slipped my hands inside the loosened waistband, and began to knead her buttocks through her underwear.

As An kissed me, she touched my chest muscles with her hand. "You're so strong." "You're so beautiful too," I whispered gently in her ear. After saying that, I
bit her earlobe and rolled it twice with my tongue.

"Ah..." An let out a long breath. That alluring voice quickly aroused my body.

My hands were behind her, and my body was already standing upright in front of her. Ann was starting to get excited.

She deftly crouched down and pulled down her jeans, then crossed her legs and kicked twice, and the jeans were completely off.

An sat up, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my pants. Now we were both only wearing underwear. We hugged each other again.

This direct skin-to-skin contact aroused countless desires. I kissed Ann's neck and shoulders, my left hand slipping inside her panties from behind. She
supported , her left hand also stroking my already erect body through my panties.

My hand moved downwards, from her buttocks all the way down, and as it slid over her back, she flinched slightly. I wrapped my right arm around her waist, pulling her as close to me
as possible, our chests rubbing tightly together. Her hands wrapped around my armpits, then back over my shoulders, clinging tightly to me. This gave my
left hand more room to move. It reached An's secret place without any hindrance. I gently pressed down with my left middle and index fingers, finding it already soaked.

"Ah..." An exhaled again, blowing warm air onto my earlobe, which felt very comfortable.

I freed my right hand and pulled down my underwear, moving An's body slightly downwards. My erect body was now at the entrance of An's vagina, with only a
thin sheet of cloth separating us. My left hand gently parted the cloth from the inside, while I lifted my waist, half of my body sinking into An's wetness. An's
body tensed up at this moment, perhaps from nervousness, perhaps from excitement.

I didn't push my body any further, but turned around and kissed her. Ann's tongue was as nimble as a little snake, darting in and out of my mouth. Several times I
tried to take it in my mouth, but she dodged me each time. Instead, Ann took my tongue in her mouth several times, and even gently bit it with her teeth, as if to say, "You're so clumsy,
I always manage to bite you."

As An gradually felt the intensity, I gently pushed in, and my body slowly slid into An's body.

Our bodies are covered in passionate fluids, and when we enter each other, the friction feels like every cell in our skin can clearly feel that pleasurable
excitement.

Ann was now completely aroused, her eyes slightly closed, her breathing rapid, and soft sounds escaping her lips. I gently cupped Ann's face and kissed
her forehead. Then I began thrusting, slowly at first, then faster. Because it was woman-on-top, my thrusts weren't particularly powerful. But this stimulation
seemed intense enough for Ann. I knew Ann felt the waves of pleasure emanating from her erect body. Her eyes were tightly closed, and
she breathed with each thrust, each breath producing a breathtakingly beautiful gasp.

I gradually increased the pace, my muscles tensing. Ann began to move her body in rhythm with mine. With each thrust, she would respond with
a downward sitting motion. Her breathing grew from weak to strong, until finally she couldn't help but cry out. Our skin pressed
together as close as possible, feeling each other's body temperature, pulse, and passion. My erect body roamed freely in Ann's warm, moist swamp. It was as if a mysterious
force was drawing me deeper and deeper; the more I struggled, the more I sank.

The deeper I sank, the more impossible it became to extricate myself. It was as if crossing this swamp would lead me to the blissful other side. I was lost in it, yet I couldn't stop
moving forward —whether running, walking, or crawling, I was always heading towards that destination.

I thrust forcefully, and An cried out wildly. I knew the bitterness, the exhaustion, the helplessness and despair she had suppressed in her heart, things she had never told anyone
and had no way to relieve. All I could do—at this moment—was to give her pleasure. I didn't want to ask, nor did I wish to ask, what she had been through. I just wanted
to use my body to let her experience the pleasure of the present moment, real pleasure.

Ann and I were both drenched in sweat, but we had no intention of stopping. Neither of us could stop until we reached that place. Like a wind-up dancing
toy, we wouldn't stop until the clockwork was completely wound up. We were the same.

Suddenly, Ann's body stiffened, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her lips kissing my neck wildly. Her hips stopped responding to my gentle
swaying and instead continued to sink deeper. I knew Ann had finally reached that blissful state.

I didn't slow down; instead, I thrust even harder. Like surging waves, they crashed more powerfully against the small boat carrying her, washing her ashore on a beautiful
beach. Ann, exhausted from being swept down by the crest of the giant wave, lay weakly on top of me, panting heavily. Then I stopped moving my body and instead used my hands to caress
different parts of her body. From her shoulders to her back, from her buttocks to her thighs, from her upper arms to her fingertips.

I gently kissed her lips, cheeks, neck, and chin. The intense sensation of these touches and kisses left Ann immersed in the
lingering .

The lights outside had dimmed, making the room somewhat dark. In the darkness, only our breathing could be heard. The giant waves, the small boats, the screams and shouts seemed as if they
had never existed. Everything slowly returned to calm.

I suddenly felt a chill on my neck. An was crying in my arms.

She didn't say a word, and neither did I. But I knew that this time, the tears would be sweeter and more cathartic than the last.

【over】

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