Mae the humming cat (1)
I always like to get a haircut from a beautiful designer, and my friends often ask, “Hey, designers are based on craftsmanship, what does it have to do with looks?”
My reason is very beautiful: “This you do not understand, as long as a woman can dress up, it has its own style and flavor. How can a woman who can’t even dress herself well have enough beauty to design hairstyles for others?”
Mae is a very beautiful designer, for a while, I have been looking for her to cut hair. Her medium height, body proportion is very attractive, always dressed in very Fashion, often wearing a dark long narrow skirt, sometimes showing a sexy navel, white skin, hair cut short thin, leaking a little brown; the most special, is her eyes, as if anything can be seen through as if, often meet with her eyes in the mirror, I always look at her fixed, conveying hot desire, she seems to be really able to receive, because I occasionally see her squirming and uneasiness. I always looked at her with a fixed gaze, conveying a burning desire that she seemed to really receive, because I could occasionally see her squirming and uneasiness.
Whenever she was trimming the hair in front of me, her round, full breasts were just a stone’s throw away from the tip of my nose, and I could feel them rising and falling as she breathed in, mixed with the smell of her body, perfume, and the unique shampoo from the salon; stimulating not only my senses of sight and smell, but also my mind’s desire to close my eyes and let her light fingers caress my cheeks, and to imagine that her small hands and mouth were caressing any part of my body She’d rub and hold, suck and suck…
That day, I was lost in thought, just when I thought I was in Mae’s mysterious zone, suddenly Mae stopped moving: “What’s wrong, what are you thinking so funny?”
I snapped back to my senses and was embarrassed, feeling my cheeks burning, “No, I was thinking about some of my friends.” I answered her.
“Do you have a lot of friends?” Mae asked as she continued to trim my hair sideburns.
I thought for a moment and didn’t answer her directly, “You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”
Mae froze for a moment and asked me with a sideways glance, “How so?”
“Because everyone thinks a woman as beautiful as you should have a boyfriend, so no one dares to pursue you, and naturally you don’t have one!”
Mae smiled so happily that I was afraid that the scissors in her hand might stab me: “No, I just don’t think I need them!” Mae laughed and answered me, but her face was still full of smiles, and she looked very bright and attractive.
“That’s not right, you don’t get a boyfriend because you need a man; if you just need one, just get one!”
“So, you men don’t like to hug women because you ‘need to’?” Mae glanced at me with a slanted eye, looking a bit wicked.
“You can’t say that… this… it’s also a need, but women… this…” I suddenly felt like I’d been taken by surprise, and was trying to think of a way to get out of it, “Anyway, making a friend and then realizing your need isn’t quite the same thing as making friends only when you feel the need to do so. ” I rejoined her.
Mae smiled, did not say anything else, because it was time to flush. Lying on the seat, leaning back and watching Mae help me flush, out of the corner of my eye, I also caught a glimpse of Mae’s hidden cleavage on her neckline, which was really tempting. I swallowed; “It’s almost time to get off work, let’s go have dinner together!” I couldn’t help but ask her.
“What, a sudden thought?” Mae replied with a smile.
“You’re always going to ‘need’ a meal anyway!”
Mae smiled again, a big smile!
I really did not expect her gently smile even if it is a promise, I thought in my head: in the end to what place to eat it? At this time, small Mei seems to be talking to himself, said: “every day to eat can let a person eat annoying, eat to eat is so a few things, I really do not understand, those men eat to their own fat head, big belly, do not know ugly, but all day also fell two hands running around the street, living like a penguin.”
Hey, this chick! I couldn’t help but hold my breath back so that my already protruding stomach could appear slightly more restrained.
As if without realizing it, Mae ran her eyes across my lower abdomen, a hard-to-detect bad smile on her face. Good, this thorny girl is flavorful enough, first put a set of children to see if she is on it?
“That’s right, those messy things are really bad to eat too much, so much MSG, so greasy, girls eat too much is really disfiguring ah! Are you good at cooking?”
“How can I have that kind of fun when I’m so tired every day.”
“Mei, I’ll be waiting for you after work at 10:00, let’s see if I can get you two small dishes to try.” While talking, I thought about my plans for the day and searched my mind for who made good dishes… humming cat Xiao Mei (2)
At 9:00 p.m., Mae and I were walking through the Wangfujing night market.
Early I like to visit the night market, the night market can see almost all the human nature, alcohol, sex and wealth can not escape, such as the string of gambling fraudsters, drug sellers and pimps and so on; of course, there are all kinds of snacks, walking in the inside always feel very comfortable.
Mae and I ordered the famous meatballs and potstickers; the owner’s wife was skillful, but the customers who kept coming to the door still had to wait, business was too good.
“Mae, we’d do well if we came to sell meatballs too and did business like them.” I joked.
“Great! I’ll be in charge of collecting the money and you’ll be in charge of rolling the meatballs!” Mae answered me with a smile.
“Yeah? How did you also know that meatballs are my favorite?”
Mae gave me a blank look, but with a smile on her face. I know she is not angry, but also touch the nose, the heart is thinking sometimes or not to joke around, I did not expect Mae suddenly asked: “So, do you like to rub the big meatballs or small meatballs?”
Hey, when it comes to making dirty jokes, this is my specialty! Without thinking, I replied, “As long as the meatballs are well-prepared and filled, they will feel good to the touch, but size is not important. Basically, there are six basic types of meatballs: flat, bell-shaped, conical, full, falling, hanging…” I was in the middle of my answer when I saw that Mae had stopped eating and was still staring at me with those furtive eyes.
“Like, you’ve rubbed a lot of meatballs huh!”
“No..! It’s… what the book says…” I coughed a little, thinking to myself that Mae was really funny, everything I said was always contradicted…
After eating, we strolled around. Mae’s height is a little different from mine, and my hand naturally rests on her back. People, both men and women, have different defense coefficients for different parts of their bodies, and wherever you are in a relationship with a person, you are allowed to touch those parts. Generally speaking, if two people want to get closer, they have to make efforts to increase the chances of direct body contact, and they often have to play around near the critical point.
For example, if a man wants to touch a woman’s thighs, he should start by touching her knees often, so that if the woman doesn’t hate you, you can slowly move up… The same applies to women with men… If you often use your hands to help the man you like to fix his hair or collar, he will gradually get used to you, and accept your help… Haha, I’ve gone too far!
Holding on to Mae’s back hand is not very peaceful, through the clothes I touched the corset straps, with my middle finger gently gouge the edge of the straps, Mae as if she did not feel it, and did not avoid refusing, or calmly chatting with me.
We (Mae and I now go to the footbridge in Lao She’s “Longxugou” era) also played darts and threw a fighting fish (my friend may not know, but throwing a fighting fish means that there are many small fish tanks on the ground, and there is a fighting fish in each of them, so you throw a ball, and if you get it, then you get the fighting fish). After the game, I got a fighting fish, and Mae was so happy that she said she wanted to keep it in the store.
“Well, do you want to go home yet?” I asked her with a smile.
Mae looked at the watch, more than ten o’clock; shook her head, took my hand and begged with a smile, “Will you take me to the hometown of the stars?”
“The home of the stars?” I asked her rhetorically.
(to be continued)