Her name was Ying, and at that time she was running a small barbershop, the kind with only one or two people, in a residential area. At that time, she rented a small storefront in front of my house. At that time, my mother is still alive, because the old man lives alone, so the small half by the road rented out, so that, one is some income, the second is the old man is afraid of loneliness, more than one is also more happy, as for the rent how much is actually not important. I, a long time to work outside, originally did not want to rent out, but see Ying came to get along with the mother is also very good, I think it is also very good, so I did not oppose.
After about half a year, my mother was hospitalized for a serious illness, so I had to take time off work and return home to help take care of her. My sister and I took turns going to the hospital at night, and during the day, we usually made some food and drinks at home for my mother. In this way, I had some contact with Ying. Sometimes, when I was tired and she didn’t have any business, I would ask her to wash my hair and loosen my shoulders, and over time, I became familiar with her and learned a lot about her.
Ying is a rural married to the city girl, that time is not 30 years old, looks is general, but the skin is particularly white, from her neck to see, is that clear white as jade clean and tender skin, and a pair of white clean as lotus root arm, let a person want to enter the wrong. But then down is rare to see, every day is a small open neck T-shirt, also do not wear a skirt, basically a pair of jeans, so I this color eyes always can not see inside exactly how, and people are like this, the more you can not see the contrary, the more you want to see …… in this kind of mind, so the old is to look at her that white tender arm daze.
Had to chat with her family, this chat, only to know that she was also a very decent and very authentic woman. At the time of the marriage, her parents chose, hopefully married to the city will live better, I do not know, the husband is a full of petite son, earlier, depending on the family has some money – (the father is a corporate cadre, is now a laid-off worker), since childhood has not seriously done anything, and now the family is gradually not generous, but no longer think about their labor, big things can not do, small things do not want to do. Now that the family is getting less wealthy, but no longer think about their own labor, big things can not be done, small things do not want to do. In this way, Ying opened this small store, in addition to subsidizing the family, but also from time to time to give her husband some pocket money. This is not to say, her husband himself, but Ying outside the open this small store feel ashamed, and even three to five days to come to quarrel a few times. For the future, she looks very confused and does not see any hope. She just wants to bring up her son and hopes that her life will be more peaceful. This is the image of many women at the bottom of China’s hierarchy, living a hard and helpless life. I sympathized with her at the time and gave her a few words of comfort.
When talking about my family, I found that she knows a lot about me, from elementary school to university, from work to family, a lot of things are known. It turns out that my old mother is fine when she likes to chat with her family, like all the mothers in the world, she praised his son that is not a point two points of good, so, Ying also left a very good impression. But this time the mother is sick, I came back to take care of, she also seems a little touched, time and time again, said: you’re really good for the family, if my husband can have half, I’m also happy! …… In fact, to the mother, I really is filial piety, I think that is a son’s duty, so I do not think there is anything special, but she said that again, I feel a little embarrassed. Only a few days time down, I think she felt for me that may be really from the heart of the emotion.
That afternoon, nothing to ask her to help wash her hair again, because now familiar with the chat is also more casual. I said to her: “Your skin is really good, if you do not say, no one will think you are from the countryside it. If you wore a skirt, many women wouldn’t have to go out on the street.” She said, “Really? When I was little, people said I was a snowman. A lot of people didn’t believe I was from ** town. But I don’t wear dresses when I was little, and it’s not convenient to wear them in the countryside.” I said: “Now you can wear ah, your husband is in the blessed do not know the blessing of it, a such a good wife, to keep it ah” she said: “that’s what you think, he will not think so!
“Finished, as if the look a little sad. I couldn’t say anything else, but I had a vague feeling that something was going to happen between us.
On this day, it was my turn to go to the hospital in the second half of the night to stay with the bed, so I could get an early night after dinner. Around 8 o’clock, Ying was ready to call it a night. I said, “You’re closing early today,” and she replied, “There’s not much business, so why don’t you just take an early night? After she finished cleaning up, I said, “It’s early anyway, why don’t you sit here and let’s have a chat?” At this time, my heart has been playing some small plans. She didn’t object, so after pulling down the shutter outside, she followed me back to my temporary room.
Upon entering the room, I made her a cup of tea and the two of them chatted about my mother’s illness as well as her family. Under the fluorescent lights in the room, the skin on her body stood out even more, and the look on her face, as we chatted, slowly became flushed. When I looked at her with my eyes, she looked a little overwhelmed, and I felt in my heart that she seemed to be suggesting something to me……. The atmosphere in the room slowly became a little ambiguous!
Between that moment, I decided to give up my old way of picking up girls in a gradual manner, and I wasn’t sure if it would work or not, but anyway, it was just a two-person thing, and even if it didn’t work out, there was nothing to be ashamed of.
So I suddenly said to her, “You know, I’ve never seen a woman with skin as good as yours before.
I wish I could see what your legs look like! “After saying this, I felt a sudden sharp jump in my heart, I didn’t know what kind of reaction she would have, if she refused, or cursed a few times, I was sure that I would be blushing.
She sat on the edge of my bed, heard my words, hand-held cup of tea seems to be unable to hold, two hands cupped the cup, a small mouthful of tea, and then lowered his head, not to make a sound. After a few seconds, as if she had made up her mind, she said, “Do you really want to see it?” After I answered in a stack of affirmative, she put down the cup in her hand, slowly side down, lying on my quilt, both legs are still resting on the edge of the bed, lying down under the hand, and then raised his hand, with his fingers to cover his eyes.
Even the dumbest man knows what to do next. But I didn’t want to be too rough with the process.
So I walked up and gently removed her shoes first, picked up her feet and placed them on the bed before sitting sideways next to her. Lowering my head first, I kissed her twice on her fingers and arms, not having to do much else, as I felt the time to be enjoying myself. Turning back around again, I gently unbuttoned my jeans, they were tight, but not too hard to get off, and once they were undone, she lifted her ass up and I was able to get them off without any problems.
A long, white thigh was on display. Under the light, it looked even whiter. It was the best pair of legs I’d ever seen, barely a blemish in sight, the flesh on them not very firm, but warm and comfortable. A pair of pale red panties of not-so-high-quality protected the privacy of her triangle, which stood out even more against the white thighs. I caressed the silky skin, and then gently pressed my hand against the mound of the panty triangle, and could feel the warmth inside. Slipping down her boxers, a thin, slightly dark slit, hidden by slightly sparse pubic hair, snaked between the seams of her legs. I lowered my head and probed up along my calf thighs, my nose picked up a sour smell of pussy water, this didn’t worry me, what woman who had labored all day wouldn’t have a bit of a smell down there? I didn’t even suggest washing first so as not to spoil the sensation now, and the smell was even more sexually arousing. I first rubbed my beard lightly on her pubic hair for a few moments before gently and carefully combing a few of her curly pubic hairs to make her feel some warmth and care, and then stopped doing any other foreplay because I felt that by this time she had already gotten into the mood, and the damp heat rose up from between her legs and wrapped around the mouth of my hand if anything, and the opening of her pussy became wet and smooth, and some of her pussy water was wiped away to bring the The labia majora and the pubic mound became slippery and shiny, sexually arousing. Ying, after lying down, never let go of her hands, and both feet were just at my mercy. If I didn’t swing it away, she clamped both legs together, but as soon as I did, she stopped juxtaposing them and let me move. Her gasps could be heard as they slowly became more urgent, and her vaginal slit became slightly open from my uncontrollable stroking.
I stood up, clear the lower half of the clothing, will be her two legs half separated, standing on the bed. Holding my dick, straight into the center, with my powerful entry, she let out a “oh” scream, no longer half a reaction. But I know she enjoys, vagina is early prepared, with the insertion of cunt ciliary, there is a flood of pussy water, squeaking sound, accompanied by a pumping and ringing. Ying, at this time, let go of the hand, no longer cover the eyes, side head, with my insertion and take and let out a gasp. Suddenly, Ying put two legs forward, hard tense, I know she is going to leak, so more powerful pumping, at the same time do not let her legs closed, so that the cunt deeper into the top. After a few more strokes, it felt like a contraction inside, and at this point Ying, unable to close her legs together, had to turn her upper body sideways, once again covering her face, a kind of hard expression. I pushed my part inside, feeling the heat and contraction inside. After a moment, I knew she was at the top.
The latter just flattened her again and continued her own enjoyment. This time, she no longer had the orgasm she had earlier, but just cooperated without making a sound, allowing me to finish with a bang.
After the incident, I then removed her blouse piece by piece, because, I think she looked at her white skin is also an enjoyment. Ying has a good figure, white and tender, breasts are not big, tits are also a little loose, but the whole body actually can not find a mole, like a baby shortly after birth in general, only not as rosy as a baby, but as a mature woman, this is already very rare. After the passion, there is only appreciation, Ying is still a little shy, let me fiddle, but also do not make a sound, I did not move her, only quietly hugged the meeting, put on clothes, she left.
The next day, she came back to open the store, and when we met, we didn’t even bring it up again. I know that she only did that because she was in a bad mood, plus she had made an okay impression on me before, but I wasn’t able to do her any favors. There was nothing at stake between us either.
In fact, I have a bad stereotype, I have always thought that girls in hair salons are more or less erotic on the side, probably because I have seen too many hair salons like this in Guangdong. But Ying wasn’t like that, and I felt that I really shouldn’t have had such a preconceived notion. After we had that, we were only emotionally closer, but never involved in money matters. In fact, in world affairs, many women don’t cheat for money, but more often just for one reason or another.
After that night, we became good friends and spent some time together until my mother got well and I left home to go south again. Casually, her barber store opened for a while and then closed, and I also lost her news, at that time a she used a small smart phone, and now also changed, I thought that this life we just meet so once.
Three years later, I returned home, for some reason.
Suddenly one day, I received a phone call from a woman,, and once we talked, I realized it was Ying. It turned out that after she changed her number, she kept my number, but did not give me a call. This time after I came back, my cell phone number has been changed, she is to my mother’s place to know, about the phone to give me a call.
The reunion, of course, inevitably have a meal. When I invited her to dinner, I realized that she was no longer a hairdresser, but worked in a health center. A few years later, she looked a little more pale and haggard than in the past, but did not lose her original optimism. Her husband is also better than before, although not happy, but also make do. She said she has always felt that I am a good person, but also from me here to get a lot of encouragement (God knows, I did not mean to say anything, but people to people’s feelings are like this, have a good feeling is like this), the original I was out, I did not call, and now heard that I came back, I hope to find me to talk.
I said, I didn’t expect you to remember me after so long, it really makes me feel happy. Since we are friends, there is no need to say anything, just communicate more when you have time. It’s rare that we’re together now, it’s good that we’re happy together!
Then I asked about that night and I said why were you so nice to me? She said, “I don’t know why, but the time I was with you made me feel good. I said, “I’ve never forgotten the romance of that night, but after you left, I thought I’d never find you again, and I was so disappointed, so now that we’re together again, I hope we can renew our relationship!” Ying didn’t say anything, just smiled again. So I got a room in a small hostel, took a shower together, and lay naked on the bed together.
That time three years ago, Ying said I was her second man, and I think that was the truth, and now that so much time has passed, I think she seems to be mixing and maturing a lot more out there. I can guess that she didn’t get all this experience from ML with her husband, but I don’t mind, to be honest, to be with a woman who likes you and pushes you, that’s better than anything else, and as for whether or not she has another man, it wasn’t a critical issue in the first place. So we were in bed together, and she was a lot more relaxed than before, no longer at the mercy of the previous as she was, but very proactive and played with me ……
She was lying in the quilt, playing with my dick in her hand, and constantly kissing my nipples with her mouth, her body like a white sheep, balled up in my arms. Long and delicate thighs, there is a little loose, but still let a person feel stroking like jade. I used one finger to snap into the vagina, there is a new discovery, it turns out, her vagina has a solid protrusion, that wrinkle is absolutely able to make a man happy happy happy. No wonder I felt so comfortable last time when that clamped down on my cuntal loins, so this is a little pussy that you don’t meet very often. This time, we had plenty of time and we were both into foreplay.
Since she liked it, I fell over and played it 69 style. She was very receptive and, I could tell, very into it. When I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, once again her legs tightened and she twitched. So I focused on contributing my tongue and saliva, constantly licking back and forth across her warm pussy opening, and then snapping my fingers into her pussy hole when she tightened up again and again. I could feel that she liked this kind of play, when I licked her clit again and again, she vigorously took my dick into her mouth, eager to swallow the whole thing, and as my finger went deeper, her whole body twisted and the sound of waves stacked up. I inserted my fingers deeply, and then hooked up my fingers, the folds in the vagina one by one back and forth pressure hooked …… Finally, she could not stand such a play, with a long howl, Ying turned her body over, lifted the covers, opened her legs wide, her buttocks up, and said: can’t stand it, you come up to get it!
So I pushed my gun up and put a pillow under her ass, then spread my two snow-white legs apart and pressed myself into the hole that had already opened up. Ying kept squirming underneath, and her two legs were spread apart, and she kept pushing up her ass to meet my entry. When my little brother entered inside, I felt that I was really too hasty last time, and I actually had a bit of a feeling that I didn’t know even when I met the deliciousness. The vagina is hot and wet like a note, each protrusion, but are hard and round, when my little brother grinding to the protrusion feel is a friction once a research scrape, but constantly gushing out of the pussy water into the best lubrication, let my little brother every time into, can experience such as crispy such as the feeling of research.
Even the oldest gun can not withstand such a grinding, not a moment’s work, I feel my little brother that numb and tingling, as if every twitch to bring the little brother away from the body in general, but the next is a deeper penetration, I know that I have met the book said the very best, the kind of small pussy that can make a man automatically surrendered, but I do not mind, because this is a kind of rare and unavoidable ravishing encounter.
Ying was also enjoying herself very much, every time she thrust in, she let out a grunt, and pushed her ass up and down, and every time she pulled out and left, she clenched desperately as if she was afraid that it would really leave, and when she went deeper, she tightened up her vagina once again, and let out a grunt, as if she was enjoying every folding of her body, which made it feel as if it was not ML, but rather, it was twisting and turning to a powerful rhythm! The body is dancing in a disco of indulgence!
Toward the end, she gritted her teeth and screamed, “Oh. …… Oh!” A long howl ended our fight.
The relationship with Ying was a story without love or money, I think it was a story of both getting different enjoyment of life, I didn’t love her and she didn’t love me. But we both had good feelings for each other and had expectations. I can not say who is playing who, anyway, life is to call: you do not hang up first I hang up first!