Goodbye Hometown Lover

Chen Qing received an invitation to return to the small coastal county where she had worked 20 years ago to attend her friend's son's wedding.

She hadn't been back since her parents returned to their hometown in Sichuan.

After the wedding, she said goodbye to her friend's family, but instead of immediately returning to Hangzhou, she took a taxi to a pier by the sea. The

pier was no longer the dilapidated place it once was; the government had transformed it into a tourist attraction. On the beach, men and women in bikinis frolicked and played, creating a lively atmosphere; in the flower fields, tourists took countless photos.

Chen Qing went into a café, ordered a cappuccino, and her thoughts wandered. An afternoon passed in the blink of an eye. She realized that the people and things she had tried so hard to forget were actually stored so clearly in her mind, impossible to erase.

She had to leave immediately; otherwise, she would miss the last bus back to Hangzhou. Just as she hurriedly left the coffee shop, preparing to hail a taxi from the visitor center, she saw a figure not far away—a man in a shirt and leather shoes, tall and slender!

Chen Qing looked in the direction the man was gazing. The sea met the sky, the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the sunset cast a silent yet melancholic and desolate glow, a feeling completely out of place in the heat of summer.

It was him!

He turned around—it was her!

"Mom, Mom?" At dinner, Wang Xin and Wang Peng simultaneously called out to Chen Qing, who had been staring blankly at her bowl for ages without eating a single bite. What was her mother thinking about? She had been absent-minded ever since she returned in the afternoon.

"Oh, ah?" Chen Qing snapped out of her reverie: "What?"

"We've all finished eating, and you haven't even touched your chopsticks," her sister Wang Xin said.

Chen Qing didn't explain: "If you're done eating, go do your homework. You'll be taking the college entrance exam next year. And little brother, don't just play around; study hard like your sister."

The two siblings rolled their eyes at their mother and went back to their rooms. Those who want to play PUBG are playing PUBG, and those who want to scroll through Douyin (TikTok) are scrolling through Douyin.

Chen Qing is 1.6 meters tall, with wheat-colored skin, long flowing hair, full and firm breasts, and a shapely figure. She is 38 years old this year, and time has not aged her; instead, it has made her more voluptuous and mature.

She has two children: a 17-year-old daughter who will soon be a senior in high school, and a 15-year-old son who just graduated from junior high school. Her husband, Wang Fuqing, is a self-employed man. He started by selling electric bicycles and later opened a repair shop. Because Wang is kind and humble, has good interpersonal relationships, and is skilled at repairing bicycles, both of his shops do quite well, which makes him very busy.

Chen Qing is lucky. After getting married, she never went out to look for work, focusing on taking care of the children at home and occasionally helping out at the shop. It was always Wang who worked hard outside to earn money, and then gave every penny he earned to Chen Qing, buying her the most beautiful clothes, taking her to the places she wanted to go, fulfilling the promise he made to his wife as a man when they got married. The family has now settled in Hangzhou.

After cleaning up the dishes, Chen took a shower, changed into a nightgown, and went to bed. She usually didn't wait for Lao Wang to come home at night; he was always home by ten o'clock sharp.

Lying in bed, she was still lost in thought, just like when she was eating! Because what had happened from yesterday evening to today felt like a dream—she had seen him again! "

What are you doing here?" This was the

first thing Chen Qing and Tian Wanli asked each other when they saw each other. "How are you doing?" This was the second thing Chen Qing and Tian Wanli asked in unison.

Surprised, their faces revealed the joy of a long-awaited reunion and the restless anticipation in their hearts.

Tian Wanli was a little flustered: "Xiao Qing, do you have time? Let's go for a walk."

Chen Qing nodded shyly.

The sea breeze blew gently, and the waves sang loudly. They strolled along the coastline on the beach.

"I'm here for Sister Li's son's wedding. What about you?" Chen Qing returned to her initial question.

"I'm here in Hangzhou for a temporary assignment." Tian Wanli, 43, looked somewhat weathered, suggesting he'd been through a lot.

"Why are you here if you're here for a temporary assignment in Hangzhou?" Chen Qing asked.

"Aren't you here too?" Both knew the answer in their hearts, yet they still wanted to hear it from each other.

"Xiao Qing, how are you doing?"

"Very well. No one looks down on me for not finishing junior high, no one despises me for not having a formal job, and I don't have to grovel just because I can't earn money and rely on Lao Wang." Chen Qing's inner pain was torn apart again. This was the real reason she couldn't be with the person before her. To put it bluntly, Lao Wang's love was all-consuming, while the love of the person before her was defeated by reality.

The damage is permanent; that statement is absolutely true. Tian Wanli was overwhelmed with emotion, his thousand words condensed into one sentence: "Knowing you're doing well is enough for me." Indeed,

it was clear Chen Qing was doing well. She wore a purple V-neck dress with shoulder straps, exuding elegance, her deep cleavage showcasing the charm of a young woman.

"And what about you?"

"You still care about me?"

"I was just asking."

"I'm not doing well at all." Tian Wanli's words were full of bitterness: "Living forever in the pain of losing a loved one, do you think I'd be doing well?"

"Stop talking, it's a lie, all a lie!" Chen Qing was filled with resentment.

"I think about you every day." After saying that, Tian Wanli hugged Chen Qing tightly. Chen Qing struggled to break free, but Tian Wanli hugged her even tighter: "Otherwise, why did I choose Hangzhou for my temporary assignment instead of Shenzhen, Beijing, or Guangzhou?"

"You celebrated your birthday last year with the store's employees at Yu Linglong, right? The year before last, your family went back to your hometown in Sichuan with your parents, right? The year before that, it was... the year before that..." Tian Wanli said tenderly, "I was there. Did you like the gift?"

Chen Qing's face was shocked. In recent years, she would receive a package from an unknown sender every year on her birthday. Sometimes it was clothes, sometimes jewelry, sometimes flowers... She thought it might be from Tian Wanli, but after all, they had broken up for so many years, it was impossible for them to still have any entanglement.

Her body instantly lost its strength, no longer resisting Tian Wanli's embrace. More importantly, Tian Wanli's embrace contained a warmth she had longed for.

Tian Wanli took Chen Qing to eat seafood steak. The past was the past; letting go of the past and truly living in the present was what mattered most. They ate and chatted happily, like a couple who had been in a long-distance relationship for many years, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Not long after, in the sea-view suite, the door had just closed when Tian Wanli pushed Chen Qing against the wall with a "wall slam," followed by a passionate kiss. They kissed intensely, embracing and sucking on each other, as if the emotions suppressed for many years were being released in this moment. Their breathing grew

heavier. Tian Wanli pulled down Chen Qing's bra strap, exposing her upper body to the air. He skillfully untied the last barrier on Chen Qing's chest, revealing a pair of soft, firm, and beautiful breasts.

Seeing these two lovely white rabbits, Tian Wanli was filled with emotion. These wonderful breasts originally belonged only to him.

He buried his head in Chen Qing's chest, kissing her passionately, his hands constantly lifting her skirt and kneading her round, firm buttocks with great force.

Unsurprisingly, Chen Qing was wearing a purple thong, as was her bra. The reason Tian Wanli could unfasten the clasp so easily was because this set of lingerie was a birthday gift he had given Chen Qing last year—seven different styles in total, which he had also given to someone else.

Although Chen Qing dared not imagine that her annual birthday gifts were from Tian Wanli, she knew it couldn't be anyone else. She was both suspicious and accepting, perhaps waiting for this day so that the person in question could reveal the truth and ask her why.

Tian Wanli removed Chen Qing's clothes, his left arm around her waist, kneading her slightly upturned nipples. His right hand lifted one of her thighs, teasing her vulva through the fabric, while his mouth licked and bit her other breast—clearly a seasoned veteran of the sex world.

Chen Qing was aroused, her body trembling, panting softly, feeling every cell in her body awaken. She wanted it, she desired it. She proactively took off her underwear and violently ripped open Tian Wanli's shirt, pulling off his trousers and underwear, leaving only his enormous penis proudly erect.

Seeing Chen Qing's eagerness, Tian Wanli revealed a wicked smile. He carried Chen Qing to the bed, spreading her legs in an M-shape, revealing her genitals completely. She was still the same as before, with little pubic hair, only her pubic area had darkened, probably due to Old Wang's excessive use.

Tian Wanli unceremoniously parted Chen Qing's overflowing labia, his tongue skillfully licking her vulva.

Ah! Chen Qing, aroused and confused, couldn't help but cry out, "Frog, I want it! Frog, I want it! Will you put it in now?" "

Frog" was Chen Qing's pet name for Tian Wanli, and after many years, she finally called him that again.

Loving someone isn't about listening to what they say, but about seeing what they do, and Tian Wanli acted immediately. One hand guided his engorged penis to her vulva, and he thrust it in fiercely.

Chen Qing cried out as his penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, slid fully inside. It was the familiar formula, the familiar taste. This was their first reaction upon physical union.

Chen Qing felt the tension of cheating on her husband, or perhaps the novelty of a penis being inserted besides her husband, but she also enjoyed the fullness Tian Wanli brought. This was the kind of fulfillment she felt only when she made love with Tian Wanli; with Lao Wang, it was just intercourse.

Tian Wanli thrust forcefully, each withdrawal a powerful impact, her juices splashing everywhere, the sounds of their bodies slapping incessant. He wanted to convey his longing for his lover over the years through their physical union.

Chen Qing moaned incessantly, her vagina incredibly tight, the intense contractions causing Tian Wanli's penis to ache, just like their first time making love, each giving the other their first time, each bringing the other different degrees of pain.

Her juices flowed like a flood from their joined bodies, soaking the sheets. Chen Qing was weak all over, trembling violently, experiencing her first orgasm of the night.

Tian Wanli withdrew his still-erect penis, leaned down and kissed Chen Qing. Their tongues intertwined, their saliva mingling. Without words, it was clear that Tian Wanli wanted to tell Chen Qing he loved her. Chen Qing wrapped her arms around Tian Wanli's neck and responded passionately, conveying the message that she loved him too.

After a short rest, Chen Qing grasped Tian Wanli's penis with one hand. His penis instantly stiffened as if injected with adrenaline; he couldn't let his older brother down.

"Frog, I want more!" Chen Qing hadn't experienced such intense sexual pleasure in a long time. Perhaps she and Lao Wang had been doing it for too long, and the stimulation had waned.

She rolled over, kneeling and sticking her large buttocks high in the air. Tian Wanli, supporting her waist, thrust his penis into Chen Qing's cunt once more.

Three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

*Slap slap slap slap, slap slap slap, slap slap slap!

* Ah! *Waaah…* Ah! Ah! Ah… Chen Qing gripped the sheets, screaming wildly under Tian Wanli's vigorous thrusting.

Tian Wanli watched his penis fully inserted into Chen Qing's cunt, feeling the intense suction of the vaginal walls, feeling an indescribable satisfaction. This woman was tailor-made for him.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the harder he thrust.

Ah! So hard! Ah…ah!

With another powerful thrust, Chen Qing reached her second climax of the night.

Tian Wanli lay down on the bed, supporting his penis, and guided Chen Qing to sit down slowly—Chen Qing's favorite position. Their fingers intertwined, Tian Wanli concentrated all his strength in his hips, then thrust upwards forcefully. Chen Qing, in perfect harmony, twisted and turned, her breasts swaying with each impact, drenched in sweat.

Finally, their bodies reached the peak of passion, a surge of desire, and Tian Wanli's thick semen shot powerfully into Chen Qing's vagina. Chen Qing, experiencing an electric shock-like sensation, reached her third climax of the night.

On the sheets, sweat, vaginal fluid, and semen flowing from Chen Qing's vagina bore witness to the intense reunion of two lovers separated for many years. Whether she was a wife or he was a husband, it didn't affect their feelings for each other.

They were both exhausted, collapsing onto the bed, and waking up the next day.

[The End]

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