At the company she just helps people in her department with paperwork, mostly typing files on the computer or creating forms and stuff like that.
Truth be told she’s not very good at her job and she’s not very good with computers.
She usually comes in and asks me questions about computer use, not to mention that I don’t usually have much to do, and even if I did, I would go out of my way to give her advice.
At first she would just ask a question or two at the door and then leave, and then as we got better acquainted she would come over to the computer screen behind my desk and watch my commentary.
At first it stopped at computer questions, and then after the questions were asked, we would talk.
Everything from weather to politics, movies to sports.
Her favorite thing to talk about, though, is life in a foreign country.
Turns out she’s been on a school trip to the US for almost a year.
I have a big problem with the touring thing.
Most people who want to experience life in a foreign country and are limited by financial constraints will want to go on a study tour.
Want to go abroad to see new things and learn foreign languages this is good, but is it to go just a few months, the United States will learn American language? Don’t say it’s a study tour, those who went to study abroad for a few years and came back around you, do they have a good command of foreign languages? To be honest, I haven’t seen many international students who can speak well in foreign languages, let alone study tours.
A lot of people don’t have enough money to go on a study tour, but it actually costs a higher percentage of money than actually studying abroad.
A few short months of study tours can cost as much as a year of study abroad.
The money is spent, and when you return to Taiwan, you can’t learn a foreign language well, and you don’t have a degree that you can take out to get a better job.
Instead of traveling, it would be more practical to borrow money to study abroad, or at least come back with a degree and find a job.
Yali she is very attached to the bits and pieces of her tour a few years ago and teases me all day about America.
I feel a little sad for her that she’s living in a foreign country in a dream movie and can’t get back to real life.
Besides, real foreign countries aren’t as good as she claims.
My office is on the corner, not a lot of people usually walk by, and she gives me a lot of fantasies every time she stands in front of me and talks to me, wearing a knee-length skirt.
At first the distance was from the doorway to the desk, then it was looking across the desk at the screen, then it was walking up to me to look at the screen, and before I knew it we were much closer.
I think Yali’s destiny is a standard mistress pattern. She is good-looking, but she can’t suffer and doesn’t want to suffer, and she takes out all her salary to buy cosmetics and clothes, all for the purpose of pleasing men.
She told me she had a boyfriend, but this boyfriend no one had ever met, but did have other coworkers who said they had received calls from him.
I don’t think I’d know what to do if I had a girlfriend like her.
It’s not bad looking, but there’s always a sense that it won’t last, that you can’t spend your life together, kind of like what Cao Cao would call chicken ribs.
Yali, who loves foreign countries, certainly enjoys watching American movies.
I was still with Xiao Liu at that time, and one Friday we had a movie date in Ximending, and I went to buy the tickets first.
After the tickets were purchased I went to the nearby stores to wait for Xiao Liu, how did I know that I would run into Yali alone in the blood shop.
I told Yali that I was meeting my wife to watch a movie, and she hadn’t arrived yet, and she said that on vacation a lot of the time she comes to Ximending to see if there are any markdowns.
She was holding one in her hand and asked me: do you think this one is better or that one? She was holding a student-type floral dress or something like that, and she was pointing to a shirt-and-pants suit that she wore to work.
I didn’t have a problem with them so I said: both sets seem to be good, take them and try them out.
She took both sets to try on and then came out to show me.
Women try on clothes for men to see is a very ambiguous thing, usually women are not willing to wear new clothes in front of the man, and then ask the man on her clothes, and her body all kinds of comments.
So I think if a woman is willing to let a man comment on her wearing new clothes, it means that her feelings for him go beyond the usual boundaries.
I say: suits make you look smart and capable when you wear them, and dresses make you look younger.
How do I know that this seems to be the wrong thing to say, and she said in return: so I look very undoable and old now? I tried to remedy the situation by saying, “Of course not, you’re beautiful.
As for praising her for being smart and capable, I can’t say that.
But she forgot the shrewd and capable part after she heard me say she was pretty.
I thought to myself, I’m so lucky too, all of a sudden I’m going to see a movie with Willow, and now I’m picking out clothes with Yali, both of whom are considered beautiful.
That night was also a coincidence, just as Yali was hesitating which one to buy, my handheld phone rang, and Xiao Liu said her fiancé’s family was looking for her for something, and she couldn’t make it today and told me to go see for myself.
Of course I wouldn’t miss this opportunity, and said to Yali, “My wife just called and said she couldn’t make it, so if you don’t have any other plans, would you like to go see it together? Originally, it was not very appropriate for me to ask Yali to watch a movie alone, but given the circumstances, it seemed only natural, and Yali agreed.
The next thing was which one Yali was actually going to buy, she liked both, not only that, but even the other ones in the store she liked as well.
Compare the two on hand at one time, and then compare the two on hand to the others at another time.
The movie was about to start, but Yali seemed to lack a sense of time and was in no hurry at all, just hesitating in the store.
I had a thought and said, “Yali, you look good in both of them, let me give you these two pieces! She said, “I don’t know how to do that.
I said: never mind, I haven’t sent you anything in all the time I’ve known you.
I don’t know why I should have sent her something, but I was thirsty to see the joy in her heart.
I didn’t feel the heartache until I was checking out, totaling over $7,000, and I’ve never bought such expensive clothes myself except for suits.
You can give clothes to a beautiful girl will have a sense of satisfaction, when you see her wearing the clothes you gave her, you will be a little bit happy, as if she is wearing your clothes, it is like she belongs to you.
After the movie, I was going to ride it out and ask Yali out for dinner, but Sayuri left me a message to meet up after the movie.
By then Sayuri was about to get married, and I was starting to miss her a little, so I said goodbye to Yari and went to see Sayuri.
A little lost after leaving Yali, I drove the car out to the countryside where no one was around, and then Willow and I made love in the car, but it wasn’t Willow that I was eyeing and hand touching, it was Yali’s torso.
Within a few weeks after that, Sayuri married in the south.
On a lazy Friday afternoon, I was sitting alone in my office, fuming.
I looked out the window at the slanting sun and contemplated the fact that every Friday for the past two years I would always have a date with Green and Willow.
Now that they’re all gone, it seems like I’m going to be lonely for countless Friday afternoons to come.
I saw Yari walking by the door, and in order to fill the void in my heart from Sayuri’s departure, I called Yari in and asked her, “Do you have a date after work today? Why don’t we go to the movies? I’m usually very careful in the company, otherwise how come no one knows about my affair with Qingqing and Xiaoliu in the past two years until now.
I’m not very willing to do this kind of one-upmanship. After all, I have a wife and family, so it’s a bit dangerous.
But I don’t know where the courage came from that day to ask the question on the spur of the moment.
Yali thought for a moment and replied, Yes.
I was afraid that I would run into a lot of coworkers if I walked with Yali during off-duty hours, so I said, “Let’s leave fifteen minutes earlier to get the tickets earlier.
Yali said, My manager is in today and may not be able to leave early.
I said: that or I will first leave early to drive the car to the opposite road, so that the subway is better to drive.
Actually, it was all about not leaving work with Yali to show someone bumping into them.
Julie, Yali’s manager, is an older woman who has been around the company for a long time.
She wasn’t really a very difficult person to work with, but she had always had a problem with Yali.
She says that Yali is late all day, and Yali says it’s because she works so much that she has to work overtime until seven or eight o’clock every day before she can leave.
From what I know of Yali, she really isn’t a workhorse.
Yali doesn’t like to watch movies quietly and has to pester the person next to her with conversation about how this hero is so handsome and that heroine is so dumb.
I’d certainly be up for it, and I kind of like talking to her in front of the movie theater.
Because we were speaking in a movie theater, the two of us had to be so close together, so close that I could even hear her breathing, and we were sitting almost face to face.
Soon enough it was the following Friday and we had a movie date.
We were sitting so close together in the movie theater, and in a dark space, and even though there hadn’t been any transgressions yet, mentally I had appropriated her many times.
It was a cold winter that year, and I was very fortunate to have Yali with me every weekend to watch movies and eat meals, and I’d shop for clothes with her.
Soon the Lunar New Year came and went, and we were all very sad when we parted on the last weekend of the Lunar New Year.
Since Yali is going home for New Year’s Eve and I’m going south with my wife and have other things to do, it’s possible that Yali and I won’t be able to see each other alone for two weeks.
Up until then, our relationship had stopped at kissing and cuddling, but that only stirred up my desire for more.
I started my vacation a week before New Year’s Eve because, for one thing, there were no more cases to work on, for another, I had a lot of unused vacation time, and for a third, my wife, who is a teacher, had already started her vacation a long time ago.
Yali was going to make it to her last working day before vacation, and that very night around eight o’clock, my wife and I were watching a variety show with a full stomach, when to our surprise my cell phone rang and it was none other than Yali calling.
As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Yali say in a crying voice: Danny, can you come to the company now? I was surprised and asked, “What’s going on, Yali? Why are you still at the office this late? Yali cried and said: Julie fired me.
I heard about Jilie wanting to fire Yali, but that would be too harsh on the eve of the Lunar New Year, so I said I’d be right over.
Before I left the house I told my wife that the company’s system was down and I had to go back to get it and I didn’t know when I’d be back.
I was getting the system at my company, but women don’t know much about computers, and when they hear about crashes, viruses, and Y2K, they think it’s a big deal.
By the time I got to the office it was almost nine o’clock, and Yali was waiting for me downstairs, poorly alone, with a couple boxes of stuff, she had stopped crying, the traces of her eye tears were still visible on her face.
We moved our stuff to the car and started comforting her.
I wanted to take her out to eat, and she said yes, but she said she didn’t want to eat until we got to the front of the restaurant, that she wasn’t hungry.
As it was, we turned on the road for almost two hours not knowing where we were going and kept talking in the car.
Finally she she looked like she was tired, so I offered to take her home.
Yali lives next to SOGO and she is the only one living in Taipei.
I went to her house for the first time that night, it was a small suite, she said it was easy to get to and live here alone without having to commute to and from work every day.
The excellent location is naturally not too spacious, and apart from the toilet, there are no other rooms in the house.
After we both entered the room, the atmosphere became ambiguous , a man and a woman coworkers alone in a room late at night, how to think can not find a good explanation.
I sent her home but had no thoughts of leaving.
Yali didn’t want me to leave either, she said, “Why don’t you go sit down on the couch, and I’ll make some coffee.
Coffee seems to have become a kind of conversation between modern men and women, a cup of coffee can break the deadlock and ease the atmosphere; also can shift the goalposts when you can’t find a topic of conversation.
Yali didn’t have much furniture; the suite consisted of a dining table, a couch flanked by a TV, and a bed across the room.
The whole room is full of girly touches, with several pairs of big Disney fur dolls, posters of Andy Lau and Tom Cruise, and CDs becoming the only decorations in the room.
She was a handful all day at work and couldn’t find what she wanted, so I wasn’t terribly surprised when she was fired, but she kept a clean house.
Outside the window came the sound of bursts of cars on the road below, Taipei is really a city that never sleeps.
There was a clanking sound in the kitchen, and I thought to myself that it doesn’t take this long to make a cup of coffee, does it? Eyeing over, I saw Yali busy looking around, the coffee already finished brewing, not knowing what she was doing.
Being married and having been around men and women, I know that it is difficult for her to be in the situation she is in now.
On the surface everyone is still friends and coworkers, but that changed when she took me home tonight.
Yali was embarrassed to come out in the kitchen, so what was I waiting for? We lay side by side on the couch and watched reruns of the Hoagie Variety Show from earlier that night.
I ran my hands restlessly over Yali’s body.
She was lying in my arms with her back to me, and I pulled her petite body closer to my side so that my dick, which was already starting to react strongly, could press against her plump, beautiful ass to relieve some of the pressure from the swelling.
I started with her smooth, creamy belly and reached through her clothes, unobstructed, enjoying the pleasure of her skin as Yali’s breathing slowly turned rapid and I kept exploring her vital areas.
Yali’s breasts were about 32 inches, she was petite, I’d guess maybe a C cup, and through her dress and under the support of the hood, her breasts felt only firm and full.
At that moment Yali turned around and kissed me face to face.
She has a pair of thick and moist Zhu lips, lips and lipstick flavor, her body emits a light aroma, I think she is probably CHANNEL5 or something like perfume.
Kissing Yali was a great feeling, she was very good at matching the man’s movements, whether it was two tongues meeting or four lips overlapping each other, she had me mesmerized and enjoying it.
I couldn’t keep my hands off of Yali’s breasts, rubbing them constantly, and taking her small hand and placing it on my swollen dick.
Yali understands the needs of a man and runs her small hand slowly down my pants.
Our breathing became faster and more rapid, and from time to time we made ha, ha sounds in the kiss.
Yali asked me: don’t leave tonight, okay? At this point in time, I didn’t have the slightest desire to leave.
She told me to wait, she was going to take a shower.
I lay alone on the couch and continued to watch the reruns of the Hoagie’s program, her departure loosening my excited nerves.
While I certainly didn’t want her body to leave me, past experience had taught me not to rush, and barring a landslide, Yali was definitely mine tonight.
The ticking shower that had been coming from the bathroom had gone off, meaning that Yali would be coming out soon, and I wondered if she would come out completely naked or with a big towel.
Yali, who was good at dressing up at the time, was not sloppy with her robe; she wore a one-piece doll’s short dress that was slightly open at the front, and her bulging breasts could be vaguely seen from there.
Such a beauty appeared in front of me, I went up to her and held her in my arms, her body still warm like hot water.
She didn’t forget to apply lipstick and foundation again after the shower, making her look as gorgeous as ever, her body smelling clean and slightly perfumed from the shower.
Without the constraints of a bra, her breasts were soft and pliable, like a ball of cotton to the touch.
Self-consciously, she reached down and unbuttoned my belt and pants, which naturally slid down to the floor, her small hands caressing me there.
After touching her for a while, I felt that it wasn’t thorough enough and pulled her hand into my panties, and when her soft hand touched me there, a surge of electricity hit my whole body.
Somehow we went from standing to lying on the bed, she pressed against me, I reached down and touched her round ass, I stuck my finger between her ass cheeks, a little wet and a little warm.
She made a slight reaction and then asked me: do you want it? I replied in a low voice: yes.
She rolled over on top of me and took me into herself without taking off her skirt.
When she first entered, she would let out a springy hiss as she was stretched out.
At first she was dry inside, and she moved slowly, and when she was fully moistened, she began to move naturally up and down, deep and shallow.
Generally I’m not a big fan of the man down, woman up position, most women don’t know how to move to make a man happy.
But Yali was a master of her craft, wrapping herself around my baby, going up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.
When it’s deep, not a space is left between our bodies; when it’s shallow, it’s shallow, and then it lassoed me deeply.
She asked me with a little gasp, “Do you like my dress? Do you want me to take it off? I said, “You look very beautiful in this way.
She asked again: Is this comfortable? I said: It’s great, I can’t help it.
She said, I’ll slow down and wait until you can hold out longer.
She slowed down after that, but the first coupling lasted less than five minutes before it was over.
Television is now airing a set of seemingly non-existent third grade movies starring Shao Shu Ching, with a limited amount of selling of Shao’s ample breasts and body.
I’ve always hated these flicks that expose but don’t strip, and are designed to whet men’s appetites, but that night this one was a great aphrodisiac.
I wrapped my arms around Yali’s petite and plump body to watch TV, and suddenly asked a question I shouldn’t have asked: How many men have you done it with before? As soon as the words came out of my mouth I already began to regret them.
Luckily, Yali didn’t get angry and replied, Seven, isn’t that a lot? I hurriedly finished the fight: no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked such a question.
Instead, she said, It doesn’t matter, you asked because you care about me.
Yali was 25 years old and had been working in the community since she left business college at 17 or 18.
She had a boyfriend who was the boss of her company and had a daughter four years younger than her, and they broke up before she was about to be found out by her boss’s wife.
Yali then changed jobs and met her boss, who was also married, and dated for about a year or two before the relationship ended with the man having a new love interest.
Yali is not a person who knows how to manage money, otherwise she wouldn’t have failed to make any money from these men, and after a few years, she only saved enough money to go on a year-long study tour, during which she said she had a foreigner boyfriend.
At her age, she cannot be considered inexperienced.
Having been someone’s mistress, Yali knows how to satisfy a man.
She climbed on top of me and took me in her mouth and blew me some.
In her mouth, I was ready for springtime.
I took off her skirt, and there wasn’t a bit of flab on her entire body, and with her tight, smooth belly and round breasts, she looked a bit like the Japanese stripper Fumiko Kanazawa.
This time I took the initiative and let her lie on the bed, I entered her from the front and moved her one at a time, and Yali sang with me in rhythm with my movements.
She moaned lowly when I went in shallowly, and when I went fully in deep, she screamed loudly until I pulled out, when she took a breath for a change.
Each different move I made triggered a different reaction from her.
Her natural female response in sex is a performance, a technique she has learned from having sex with different men, including married men and foreigners, with the precision and skill of an Olympic athlete.
I stayed in this position to enjoy the excellent passionate performance of Yali, to the moment I want to vent, Yali is very cooperative to let out a hint of moving moans, a long time inexhaustible, until I pulled out to the end of her exhaustion gasping for air.
We slept in until we woke up the next morning and I asked Yali what she planned to do today and she said she had no plans.
I had to make a trip home, so I made an appointment with her to see her again tonight.
As soon as I entered the house I immediately threw my clothes in the washing machine and jumped in the shower to destroy the evidence on my body.
My wife was awakened by the noise of my voice and complained to me that the company had to go back to work overtime on New Year’s Day.
I made a few excuses and pretended to be tired and went to bed.
As I slept I had a dream in which the three of us, Yali and Willow, had a threesome together.
Yali had a natural talent for pleasing men.
Once we were eating out, there was a woman with long legs and a narrow skirt sitting at the next table, and with my leg-loving personality, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her.
When she saw me, she dressed up the next day, and I spent the whole night on a date with my heart in my mouth.
When I got to her house after the event, I immediately bear hugged her and entered her from behind.
Within a minute and a couple of jerks later I exploded inside her, and she was still almost fully clothed, so it was obvious how hung over she was that night.
Afterwards, I began to regret whether or not I had used her as a prostitute as a means of venting, and she made fun of me that night, saying, “You’re so cruel! Speaking of prostitutes, we once went to Macau for a night out.
I’m not interested in seeing. Food and sex are my favorites.
That was the first time Yali had ever been to a casino, and she wanted to play everything, and once she did, she didn’t want to leave.
We were scheduled to go sightseeing during the day, but we ended up using it to catch up on our sleep at night.
Once in the evening, after dinner and then go to the Virgin witnessed over, two nights down lost me a lot of money.
But for a female companion like her, how can I count on that anymore.
On the second night, I couldn’t stand the smoke in the venue and walked alone to the lobby of the ECC to watch the ladies hanging around.
With so many flamboyant ladies walking around in front of me, the thought that I could play with one of them for only two or three thousand Taiwan dollars excited me to no end.
It’s just that Yali was there, otherwise I wouldn’t have had a problem playing with three or two a night.
One of them I was looking at was wearing a low-cut dress with one breast held up to as high as her chin, even the small half of her breast was showing, and beside her was another plainly dressed lady.
The more I look at the desire to rise, I want to immediately persuade Yali to go back to the room to do good, but suddenly heard Yali in my side said: that chest is so big oh! Then Yali asked me how much I wanted, I said two or three thousand Taiwan dollars.
She said stand and watch dryly, call her back to her room.
Even though Yari and I were only in a lustful relationship, I couldn’t have sex with another woman in front of her, could I? I told her no, and she said it didn’t matter, she wouldn’t mind or something like that.
Finally I said I was going back to my room and she had to go back and play the last few games.
Just as I was showering in my room, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
Could it be that Ya Li didn’t have the key with her? It turned out to be the two Ms. Electro just now knocking on the door, saying that Yali had told them to come up, and asking me which one I wanted.
When it came down to it, I followed the instructions of my desires and told the one with the big breasts that I wanted her.
They both went into the room together and the other one said she had nowhere to go and would wait here.
Boba asked: want to do it now? I was a little cold to such a professional lady, but thinking that Yali was downstairs, I couldn’t care less, so I told her to undress.
Her breasts are really big, up to D to E cups, feel on the hand a little soft, or wear clothes to support the better look.
Naked women currently, with Junior propped up at a ninety degree angle, when I had a towel around me and Junior propped up the towel, which is kind of funny now that I think about it.
She put an ironclad condom on me and didn’t feel a thing.
After a while I went from hard to soft, the heart began to regret, a good night with Yali sex is not good, engaged in such a whore what is good? She saw my dissatisfaction, asked me if I want to do with her friends, two counts eight hundred good.
Not wanting this to end hastily, I agreed to do it with her friend.
Still wearing that iron condom, but it felt much better doing it with her friend, at least she was more responsive.
In the end it took a lot of effort and HK$800 to do it with her friend for about 10 minutes to finish.
In the end, I regretted that I was greedy for freshness, and was not satisfied with such a good woman as Yali, but also craved for other cheap beauties, which was a lesson and a warning for me.
After that I lay down on my bed and fell asleep.
I don’t know how long it took to be woken up by the cacophony of water from Yali’s shower, which she quickly followed out.
As soon as she got into bed I quickly took her in my arms, she was wearing only a long t-shirt and panties, hardly different from being completely naked.
She reproachfully said: don’t touch me, just now those two for you is not enough? I said: No, I was just looking at them just now, I didn’t do anything.
She said: and lied to me, I saw them down there and they said you came to both of them.
I said: Where is it! You see I can still be hard now, if I just had to do with them, now still can? I really can still, immediately entered the Yali body again, a go in immediately feel that such a straight solid contact is called love, wearing an iron condom is not as good as playing dolls to go.
She and I were on an emotional high that time.
I kept stimulating her just to hear her tantalizing cries.
Going from front to back and back to front again, I held her close and kept calling her name as she answered me with high and low moans.
I ended up cumming when I couldn’t control myself.
It was kind of the high point of our relationship and the end of it.
It didn’t take long for her to get a new job.
At first she told me about her work, including a supervisor who used to buy her lunch and give her gifts at lunch.
We dated less and less after that, and the last time I went to her house and had sex with her, I felt as if I was forcing myself on her.
Then she said her boss was taking her to the mainland on business for two weeks.
I wondered if in the end his boss would also have sex with her in a hotel and listen to the sound of her screaming. It was hard to wait until she came back two weeks later, I called her and she just dealt with it coldly and said she was busy and hung up.
I knew that I had to take things as they came.
In the days to come I thought back to our relationship and bought a diary to write down every time we had sex, which totaled nineteen times.
I thought I was lucky to have her, and I would pay for her flesh if I could.
One day I was passing by her house in Sogo, and on a whim, I rang her doorbell, but when I opened the door, there was another man who said he had just moved in last month.
I decisively swiped her number from my cell phone to cut myself off.
Many Fridays afterward, I went to Ximending alone and wandered around in boredom.
One time I went back to the store where I first bought her clothes and had a hard time getting the one for her.
I brought it to Beijing on a business trip and found a lady at Karaoke who was about her size, I gave her the dress and told her to put it on before I made love to her.
The orgasms were still there, but the screams had become extinct for me.
I know there are other men now who have the honor of holding her and listening to her screams.
I was lucky enough to have had this voice once, and now all that’s left for me is the remnants of a rhyme that winds around in my head.