On the Road: A Woman Who Gets "Rusted" (Part 1)

Foreword: I have walked many roads, crossed many bridges, seen many clouds, and drunk many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person at the prime of their life. -- Shen Congwen

Travel and tourism are two different experiences, like sleeping and being slept with. Only when you can control your time can it be called travel. It is because of this freedom to control your time that you can discover different things at a certain time, like a romantic encounter. Romantic encounters during travel are rare and hard to come by. I have always had the idea of writing a series on "romantic encounters during travel," but I have been constrained by the "Blue Sky Protection Campaign." In addition, writing a memoir, which requires both authenticity and quality, is indeed very difficult.

Let me start by recalling a few screenshots. The story took place in August 2016. At that time, I was passionate about outdoor activities. I remember that we went caving and hiking in a place on the border of Zhejiang and Anhui provinces. The group required at least 38 people to form a group, and seating was arranged according to the order of registration. Across the aisle from me sat two best friends, one of whom was Yingying, the protagonist of this story. Yingying was not tall, around 160 cm, and we were the same age, but that's another story. She weighed around 100 kg, and according to her, she had a small frame and was all flabby. If I had to describe my first impression, the word "cool" would come to mind, because her outfit and demeanor were so aloof: black sunglasses + a black MLB hat, headphones in both ears, looking incredibly cool. As for me, I love challenges, and the colder someone seems on the outside, the warmer they might be on the inside.

During the caving expedition, the lighting and terrain were extremely poor, and her New Balance shoes were ill-fitting and unsuitable for the conditions, making it a difficult journey for her. As an experienced outdoor enthusiast, I naturally offered to help when needed, carrying anything that was inconvenient to carry. Gradually, the three of us started talking more and became more familiar with each other. Girls love taking photos, which is exactly my forte, being a bit of a "womanizer," so I guess I took some pretty good ones. The two girls were happy and gradually relaxed their guard, naturally sitting together at the table for dinner.

The two-day trip ended happily, but because of the caving expedition, I accidentally scraped my knee while carrying Yingying. When the group disbanded back in the city, we exchanged WeChat contacts and said goodbye.

In the following week, we chatted on WeChat about everything from work to studies, from sports to travel, but avoided discussing sex, although I had a feeling she wasn't opposed to it, given that she was a recently divorced woman. The unspoken teasing between a man and a woman is a captivating and memorable pleasure. The feeling of wanting to sleep with her, her knowing I want to sleep with her too, yet neither of us mentioning it—that feeling is particularly beautiful.

Finally, the weekend arrived. I bought a train ticket to her city, ordered a bouquet of flowers in advance, and arranged to meet her at the gate of ** Normal University. That day, she wore a white lace blouse with floral patterns, black skinny jeans with a trendy distressed and frayed hem, and black high heels—a look that was both professional and ladylike.

She happily accepted my flowers, her face flushed with undisguised joy, a blush like the sunset. I remember her shyly saying "Thank you." She was completely different from the coldness of our first meeting. The way she frowned then, like a woman who had just signed divorce papers. Now, she looked like a girl receiving her first birthday present from her boyfriend. She held flowers in her right hand and a handbag in her left. I offered to carry her bag, and she handed it to me without hesitation. I tried to link arms with her left hand; her palm was slightly sweaty, perhaps from nervousness in a public place near the university gate, or perhaps mixed with the attraction of a stranger. Passersby might even mistake us for a typical scene of a sleazy guy picking up a college girl… Yingying asked, “Is there anything you want to eat?” I replied, “Since we’re on your turf, let’s follow the Party.” She couldn’t help but laugh and said, “I’ll take you to eat something delicious.” I won't go into the details of the meal, but in this beautiful river city, delicious food is naturally an indispensable element. She took me to eat at a restaurant featured on "A Bite of China," and we drank a whole bottle of Jiangsu Little Sheep beer, which is broadcast on CCTV every day… Even

though it wasn't yet eight o'clock, we were both clearly still hungry and eagerly awaiting each other's next move. After much deliberation, reason prevailed over impulse, and the suggestion to "find a place to rest" remained unspoken. I've never liked straightforward, blunt approaches, just as foreplay and afterplay are essential components of sex. Instead, I teased her: "Shall we take a walk?" She was clearly pleased with the suggestion. During our previous conversations, she often joked about her flabby body, saying she gained weight even from drinking water, and that she couldn't seem to lose her belly fat no matter what she tried. I told her not to sit down immediately after a meal, but to take a walk, do some running, planks, and so on.

Slightly tipsy, we walked out of the restaurant, our hands naturally clasped together. On a summer's day, a gentle breeze blew along the riverbank, a truly pleasant sight. Many people were briskly walking along the embankment, while others were setting up their fishing rods on the bridge for night fishing… There's a saying in the drinking world: "Even the fiercest tigers and wolves of the Northwest can't beat the gentle lambs of Jiangsu." Feeling the chill after drinking, I downed most of a bottle of that "little lamb" drink, and she drank a third. We both felt that slight urge after a few drinks. We walked for what seemed like forever until we finally reached a relatively secluded spot. We slowed our pace, and I deliberately drew circles on her palm with my finger. She was quite aroused, grabbing my hand tightly to stop me from moving. Our arms became entangled. Finally, in a dimly lit corner, we embraced tightly, kissing each other passionately, as if we wanted to devour one another.

Gradually, our hands became restless. She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, while my hands moved from top to bottom along her back, from wandering caresses to gentle kneading. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world shrunk down to just the two of us.

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