The feelings of parting with foreign teachers

It was 10 years ago. I worked for a domestic company, and she worked for a foreign company. Because our two companies had business dealings, even though we lived in different cities, we often met together representing our respective companies. At the beginning, we would often argue heatedly about our companies' interests. Gradually, as time went on, I would give in to her more on issues that didn't involve principles, and our relationship slowly became more harmonious.
After knowing her for a while, I learned more about her. It turned out she was also a volunteer foreign language oral teacher at a university and several high schools in our city. Because she wasn't an education major, her work as a foreign teacher in China was limited to oral English and everyday communication with ordinary high school students. After I attended a few classes with her at the university, I began to look at her with new respect. A woman so strong in the workplace could also have such a gentle and sunny side! Because she was a foreigner, even though she had lived in China for several years, she had never been very smooth in communicating with the students at school. She often only half-understood what her students said, and vice versa. Chinese has always been her biggest headache. As our relationship improved, she started asking me to help her with some personal matters, such as visa extensions, shopping, and personal travel. This went on for over two years, and our relationship became very close. Every year on her birthday, I would send her a gift. We were so close that we could talk about anything, including sex, and she would answer my questions very seriously. However, our relationship always remained professional and platonic, because I knew that crossing that line would be bad for both of our families and would greatly affect our work. Then
one day, we were going to have a meeting to discuss something. I called her beforehand to ask if she wanted to come to my city or hers. She replied that she wanted to take advantage of this meeting to have me take her out for a trip, as she hadn't had a proper chance to travel around China in the years she'd been there. I immediately agreed, but then hesitated. I knew I was about to cross a line. My city wasn't particularly interesting, so I chose a nearby tourist city as our meeting place. I emailed her driver for directions and set off early that day. Upon arrival, I booked a riverside hotel with a view for her. We met and first discussed work (details omitted). That evening, I took her to dinner on a river cruise. She was delighted; even though she never drinks, she had a beer with me. After dinner, we strolled hand-in-hand along the riverbank, feeling as if we were back in the days of our first love. We talked a lot that night. She told me she planned to return to China. She said she felt very lonely during her years in China and that she might have left long ago if she hadn't met me. We talked until late at night. The lights on the river gradually dimmed, and the wind grew cooler. I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders as we walked towards the hotel… Back at the hotel, I told her I had booked two rooms, one with a view of the river from the 28th floor, and I hoped she would like it. She looked at me, took my hand, and asked if I could stay with her tonight. I hesitated for a moment, then pulled her to her room. Once inside, we embraced and began our first kiss. As we kissed, I noticed a salty taste. I opened my eyes and saw her crying. I asked her why she was crying, and she said she felt sad thinking about our impending separation. I tried to comfort her, telling her not to think about those things. We went into the shower room together and took a bath. She had a great figure, very fair skin, and large breasts, though not as smooth as the skin of most Chinese girls. In the shower room, I couldn't resist thrusting into her, pumping vigorously. She cooperated actively, changing positions. Finally, she leaned over the vanity, and I thrust dozens of times from behind, ejaculating inside her. She turned to look at me, and I slowly pulled out, white fluid flowing down her legs. After showering, we went back to bed. We opened the curtains and looked at the beautiful river view outside. She kept stroking my penis as if she wanted more. I slowly pressed her head between my legs, and she understood what I meant. She opened her mouth and started moving it up and down. I took the opportunity to move her legs apart and slowly admired her vulva for a while, licking it slowly with my tongue. After the storm in the bathroom earlier, this time we savored it slowly, each of us carefully tasting and feeling each other. I asked her if she had ever tried anal sex. She shook her head. I said I hadn't either, but I really wanted to try. She nodded. We tried several times but couldn't get in. She was too tight, and it hurt me a lot. In the end, we had to give up. Finally, I ejaculated inside her in the missionary position. When I pulled out, milk flowed out and soaked the bed. She looked at me with satisfaction, and I hugged her with satisfaction, saying, "Let's go to my room. The bed isn't dirty, so we can get a good night's sleep..." The next morning, we had sex again. I took her to a few tourist attractions. In the afternoon, we parted ways and returned to our respective cities. After that, we spent several more wonderful evenings together until she left China to return to her homeland to work and live. Now, we've gradually lost touch, contacting each other only a few times a year. Let time heal all wounds, leaving only beautiful memories…

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