A Love Affair with Mountaineering

At the beginning of this year, I was transferred to work in Binchuan County, Dali City. I came to a strange place and didn't know anything. On holidays, most of my colleagues went home to enjoy their families, but I wandered alone in the unfamiliar streets, just strolling around and spacing out.
Binchuan has a famous scenic spot—Jizu Mountain. When I'm bored, I go hiking. Although it's tiring, it helps me temporarily forget my loneliness and also provides exercise. But hiking alone is still quite lonely. So, I turned to the all-powerful QQ, joined a local QQ group, posted an invitation to hike with other users, and created a new QQ group for Jizu Mountain, inviting a few interested users to chat. One weekend in April, we went hiking for the first time. We had originally planned for four people—two men and two women—and as the group admin, I was happy and did a lot of preparation the night before. But the next day, two people said they had other commitments and couldn't participate. This left only me and a female user with the screen name "Peach." To prevent her from giving up too, I didn't tell her it was just the two of us. As agreed, after dinner, I arrived early at the foot of the mountain and bought two bottles of "Hai Zhi Yan" (a popular Chinese beverage) at a convenience store. At the appointed time, Peach messaged me on QQ saying she was almost there. So I went back to meet her. Unfortunately, we took the wrong path. She had already reached the entrance, while I had walked down nearly a kilometer. Having no other option, I turned back and finally met her about 200 meters from the entrance. Since it was dusk, I couldn't see her face clearly, but I noticed she had a nice air about her, slightly plump—my type. She was a little surprised to see me alone: "Didn't you say there were four of you?" I told her the truth; the other two had something to do and wouldn't be coming. She said "Oh," and then smiled slightly: "If I had known this, I probably wouldn't have come." "I knew it, that's why I didn't tell you."
There are many people climbing Jizu Mountain every morning and evening, and Mi Tao was worried about running into acquaintances, so she insisted on taking the back paths. Since she was a local, she knew the way well, but because it was getting late, some particularly secluded paths lacked streetlights, and some places were quite dangerous. I still insisted on pulling her along the well-lit cement steps. We chatted about many things along the way, and I guessed her profession was a teacher, even a Chinese language teacher. She was particularly surprised: "How did you guess?" "Your demeanor. You have a very good demeanor. If you're not a Chinese language teacher, then you must work with words." After walking about a third of the way, we were both quite tired, so I grabbed her left arm with my right hand and dragged her along. After walking for a while, I suddenly burst out laughing. She asked me what I was laughing at, and I said, "Holding you like this feels like kidnapping!" She laughed: "You're so funny. If I were kidnapped by you, I'd be happy to." Since I let go of her hand and instead pulled her into my arms, she didn't say anything, struggled slightly, and then obediently let me carry her forward. Only when someone is coming from the front, the needle breaks free from me and keeps a distance from me. Once the person is far away, it comes closer again.
We didn't climb to the temples frequented by tourists, but instead took a less crowded mountain path. There was a pavilion at the summit, so we went in to rest. There had been a young man and woman inside, but they left when they saw us. We were both quite tired and sweaty from climbing for nearly an hour. A mountain breeze was blowing, making it especially refreshing. We chatted and rested, feeling relaxed and happy. As we talked, I slowly moved closer to her, not daring to be too forward since it was our first meeting. When I was sitting next to her, feeling each other's breath, she took a pack of chewing gum from her bag and handed me one: "Want some?" I took it, put it in my mouth, and said, "Thank you." A brief silence followed, broken only by the soft sounds of us chewing gum. When I had almost finished chewing, I spat it out and put my arms around Peach's shoulders: "I want to taste you." I leaned in, wanting to kiss her lips. Peach seemed startled for a moment, then quickly pushed me away: "No! Don't do this!" Although her voice wasn't loud, it was firm. Ignoring her, I continued searching for her lips with my own. She lowered her head, trying to avoid me: "It really can't, let's go." Unable to find her lips, I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her cheeks, ears, and neck. Because I had just climbed the mountain and was sweating, and the mountain wind had dried me, when my tongue touched the skin of her stomach, I felt a slight saltiness, like a delicious dish, perfectly seasoned, a very unique sensation. I told her about this feeling, and she stopped dodging, laughing and saying, "You're so funny." Hearing her say that, I knew she wasn't angry, so I pulled her onto my lap, letting her straddle me, face to face, and tried to explore her lips again, but she resolutely resisted. So I stopped insisting, only savoring that unique saltiness on her face, neck, and shoulders. My little brother couldn't help but get hard, pressing against her lower abdomen through my pants.
After a long while, Peach pushed me away again: "Let's go." I knew that lingering any longer wouldn't lead to much progress, so I didn't say anything more. Hand in hand with her, under the silvery moonlight and in the refreshing mountain breeze, we walked down the steps like lovers. (To be continued)

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