In seventy-eight years, I served at Kinmen.
At that time, compulsory service non-commissioned officers and soldiers could have two opportunities to return to Taiwan on leave. I took my first vacation leave in Taipei and waited for the plane. Because May is the fog season, Kinmen’s navigation system is not very good, with the fog aircraft can not land, waiting to get on the plane in a long line of people. I checked in at the service office and got a stamp for the next day’s flight.
Well, an extra day’s vacation was earned. Speaking of which, it was my first time in Taipei, unfamiliar and strange; I wandered all the way to Ximending, found a not-so-cheap self-service hotel, and opened a single room. I had a reason to be so extravagant, that day happened to be my twenty-first birthday, another new journey monument in my life, there is no reason to delay in the sadness of the collection of vacation.
I changed into civilian clothes, watched a movie I didn’t know what to expect, drank some wine, and lingered in the electric toy store, seeming to lose myself in all the colors. Looking at my watch, all of a sudden it was 11:30 p.m. I felt into my pockets, and the coins were all fed to Thunderbolt. Sighing, I slowly paced back to the hostel.
I stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the up dear, whistling poorly, when suddenly a pair of red high heels caught my eye. I raised my gaze a little, it was a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in stockings, full of muscular beauty, and very well proportioned. Further up, a tantalizingly narrow skirt, a tight white shirt, a white neckline topped by the most beautiful, beautiful hair I’ve ever seen in my life, the most sensual lips, big watery eyes, and long, thin eyebrows. I froze.
“See anything you like?” She said. Voice low and deep, with a smile.
I brushed red and felt heat fill my ears.
She was a very good looking woman. I don’t often compliment women on their beauty, but she was nothing to write home about. She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and dressed like a working girl. I want to make it clear here that when we talk about “office lady”, we all think of her as “the one who does that”, but she gave us the impression that she was an “office lady”. However, she is a so-called “Office Lady” type, so it may be incorrect for me to refer to her as an office lady, but I don’t know how else to refer to her appropriately.
“Coming in?” She added, stepping one foot into the open door of the elevator, and I followed. We were the only two people in the elevator.
“You’re beautiful.” I said, gathering my courage. To this day, I’m still amazed at how bold I was.
“Yes?” She smiled flirtatiously and reached up to ruffle her hair. I suddenly felt heat spreading out of my stomach and concentrating toward the bottom of my dantian. I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts from my mind.
“What floor?” She asked.
I glanced at the button that lit up the sixth floor, “Same as you.”
“Drinking?”
I nodded. “Drink a little.” I actually drank quite a bit, and I could smell the odor of alcohol all over myself.
When the sixth floor arrived, she stepped out of the elevator and looked straight ahead; she took the key and opened the door to six-one-two.
“You live there?” She asked back.
“Takao.”
She laughed. “I was asking which room you’re staying in!”
“Oh, just next door to you, six-one-four.”
“My family is in Kaohsiung too. Do you want to come in for a chat? I’ll mix you some sobriety medicine.”
To be honest, I was not without suspicion of the scene. My hair was short, my skin was dark, and I knew at a glance that I was a soldier; I often heard stories of fairy jumps from my seniors in the army, and I was a bit panicked. However, I had been drinking, and my guts had grown. I remembered the counselor said, “We practice our body not only to be strong, but also to make women feel good when they touch it.” I had a great physique back then, with muscles all over my body, and sometimes when I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought I was kinda attractive. Maybe she really did fancy me?
“I want to take a shower first.” I heard the words spit out of my throat.
“I’ll wait.” She said.
I went back to my room and went into the narrow bathroom and took a shower, washing the clothes I had changed into on the way. Afterwards I turned off the faucet, and there was the sound of rushing water from next door, and it occurred to me that the bathrooms in the two rooms were connected, and she was apparently taking a shower as well.
The wine had sobered up a bit. The decisiveness of earlier in the day suddenly vanished; should I accept her offer? I muttered to the mirror in the bathroom, “There’s no harm in talking, right?”
“It can’t hurt!” A voice in the back of my mind said.
I changed into a long-sleeved shirt, wore the jeans from earlier in the day, put on my socks and sneakers, and heard the sound of the bathroom next door stop for a few moments before I made up my mind to make a polite visit.
I knocked on Six One Two’s door. There’s no response to the first three knocks, then three more, and her voice comes through. “Come in.”
I open the door. This room is a little fancier than mine; there’s a hot water heater, a small refrigerator, and a TV, but she’s out of my sight.
“I’m sorry, just wait a little longer, I need to take care of it. How about watching TV by yourself first?” Her voice came from the bathroom.
I found the remote control on the television. I pressed the switch, and the news reported the revolutionary winds of Eastern European communism, the sound was very low, I increased the volume. After watching for a while, I felt bored, pressed the remote and switched to the next one.
Suddenly there was a loud moaning sound coming from the speaker. That sound, you all know it, I hate to make it too clear. I was so startled that I didn’t even look at the screen before I hurriedly pressed the remote to turn off the power. I felt my heart racing and hoped she hadn’t noticed.
She noticed!
Eating laughter came from the bathroom. “What are you doing, little friend?” With the laughter, she stepped out of the bathroom. Her body was only wrapped in a large towel! Above the shoulders and below the thighs, it was just naked in front of my eyes. I felt my mouth go dry, as if the alcohol had kicked in again.
“Blushing again?” She laughed.
I pulled on my neck collar and watched as she pulled a bottle of easy-open pour-over coffee from the mini-fridge, poured it about three-quarters of the way into a teacup, pulled out a can of Sprite, added it until the glass was full, and handed it to me. “An antidote to alcohol.”
A skeptical look must have shown in my eyes. She shrugged, “Adding Sprite doesn’t work as well as adding Coke, no way!”
I took a sip, and it was cloyingly sweet. Suddenly I remembered the claim that coke and MSG make an easy aphrodisiac, and I got an unexplained rush of heat.
On a May night, Taipei is still a little chilly, the vent sender warms the air, and I sweat low on my forehead.
“Wearing too much, are we?” She said.
“Okay.”
She frowned. “Shirt off, right? There’s no need to be so formal.”
Come on! I said to myself. Should I keep playing this dangerous game? Well, it’s hard to say. It was my twenty-first birthday! (Today, twenty-one seems like such a small, uneducated age, but I thought I was a big man then.) I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I could have sworn she was checking me out, head to toe.
For the convenience of going back to camp, I was still wearing the grass-green underwear issued by the Army. I suddenly had some regrets, if I had not worn the underwear just now, it would be much more convenient now.
Shorter Version Finale
I threw the shirt I took off on the chair, it was still hot. What’s with the weather in Taipei? Sweat dripped from my forehead again.
“You’re in the military?” She asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah! Golden Gate.” I said.
She powered the TV back on and the moans came out again and I swallowed. Yes, this time I caught the screen out of the corner of my eye, two naked torsos fighting! The temperature in the room was rising so fast that I could feel a wet patch on my back already.
“I know the soldier in Golden Gate too, yo!” She said daintily. Not taking what was being broadcast on TV seriously.
“It’s …. Yes?” I couldn’t help but stutter a little.
She lifted her breasts, walked to the bedside table, opened a small drawer next to it, took out her purse, and took a stack of business cards out of it. I looked at her delicate figure and stared, as if my soul had been seduced.
She searched through the business cards and later removed one, handing it to me in front of my eyes, with a few words scrawled in ballpoint pen on the back of the printed word:
Pork Bong, Golden Gate Post 712121 P.S. Box 6434.
“Any idea where this mailbox is stationed?” She came close to my side and almost sat on my lap.
Did I know that?
Of course I do! This mailbox is exactly the same as mine. This pork bong is from my same company, he even sleeps in the bed next to mine!
Quickly, I understood this woman; she liked to get young alts together! I bet there were a bunch of these profiles in that stack of business cards. Luckily, I knew about it before I hooked up with her, or I might have regretted it for the rest of my life.
Why? Because after Porky Bong returned to Taiwan a month earlier for vacation, he continued to get anti-inflammatory medication from the doctor and often rubbed his crotch desperately in the middle of the night when he thought I was asleep.
“Thanks for the sobriety pills, I have to go, I have to get up early tomorrow to catch a plane to Pine Mountain.” I grabbed my shirt and grabbed the door. When I got back to my room, I thought about how it wasn’t safe, so I picked up my bags and hurriedly checked out and found another cheap hostel to stay at for the night.
After that time, I don’t stay in hotels in Taipei.
End ………
Surprise Edition The End
I threw the shirt I took off on the chair, it was still hot. What’s with the weather in Taipei? Sweat dripped from my forehead again.
She powered the TV back on and the moans came out again and I swallowed. Yes, this time I caught the screen out of the corner of my eye, two naked torsos fighting! The temperature in the room was rising so fast that I could feel a wet patch on my back already.
She approached with a smile.
“That guy is so short.” She pointed at the screen but laughed hard at me. I don’t know if she was laughing at the guy on the screen or at me. I was in ecstasy, my heart pounding. The woman on the screen stuck out her tongue and tasted it greedily against the male lead’s mouth. She leaned over and I could feel the heat of her body, “Wanna try it?”
“Try what?” I said naively, watching the hero and heroine kissing on one side and combining with their heads down the other. Really …. Hmmm ….
“Kissing.” She said. I felt my lower part tense up as if it was going to explode.
“I won’t.” I said, with a hint of falseness in my tone.
“No one is born with it.” She leaned in. A sudden burst of wet heat touched my lips, a bit of scent, not much flavor, but the heat was far more than I’d expected. Then I could feel her tongue traveling between my closed lips, adding a little insistent force to go deeper into my mouth. I instinctively opened my mouth to meet her tongue. That sensation was strange, having another soft life form in my mouth, flowing with another person’s saliva. My whole body heated up. Almost instinctively, I raised my arms and wrapped them around her body. I didn’t realize I was this strong, and with her bulging bosom pressed against my own chest, and with the air being drained from my mouth, breathing felt a little difficult. However, I wouldn’t mind at all if I suffocated to death at this point.
Her hands, exploring my body, forehead, neck, shoulders, back, stopping for a moment along my navel and continuing to move down, I closed my eyes and felt like I was going to heaven. Then I decided that pleasure wasn’t for one person alone, so I moved my hands, trying to attack the area I was most interested in, just enough to fill my hands; but the towel she was wearing around her was just too big, and it wasn’t easy to undo it in this case, so I changed tactics, and reached right underneath the towel, and stroked her body, responding to her ardor.
No, what’s this?
Yes, yes, I don’t know anything about women’s bodies, but I do know that at least they are concave where men are bald, right? What’s that thing I’m feeling in my hand?
I yanked her towel away from her, and she did have big, firm, beautiful breasts, but my attention was drawn only to what was underneath her; this “woman”, with a dick bigger than mine, was dangling there, wiggling and jiggling!
Almost screaming, I offered my last ounce of strength and said, “Thanks for the sobriety pills, I have to go, and I have to get up early tomorrow to catch a flight to Pine Mountain.” Grabbed my shirt and grabbed the door. Returning to my room, I thought about the lack of insurance, picked up my luggage and hurriedly checked out, and found another cheap hostel for the night.
After that time, I don’t stay in hotels in Taipei.