But for a 38 year old married woman, I’m pretty well maintained. I can’t say that I have a body like a famous model, but at least I don’t look bad compared to the younger generation. That’s my personal opinion, but sometimes I still think a little bit thinner should be better. Let’s put it this way, I’m a little plump, but I’m also what my male coworkers call a curvy front and back.
As a working woman, I have to take care of the kids every morning before rushing to the train station to take the train to work. Luckily, there were seats available on the train I took, so I was able to catch up on my sleep every day.
It’s been 6 years of commuting like this without realizing it.
Do I wear makeup? Of course I do! How else can I look, my makeup is always light, sometimes my female coworkers even ask me why I just put on lipstick? That’s something I’m personally quite proud of.
Once I met a pervert on the train who secretly touched my buttocks, I immediately grabbed his hand, pulled it up high and cursed him, and then rewarded him with 50,000 dollars. Why not say five hundred dollars? Because of my force. This slap down, did not let him lose two teeth to be polite to him.
I have noticed though, over the last month, I have noticed that I meet a male when I commute to and from work. He always stays more than 5 meters away from me, and no matter where I sit in my seat, he’ll just sit across from me and then stay 5 meters away.
At first I didn’t really care about his presence, but I always noticed that he would peek at me intentionally or unintentionally. Although I didn’t really like this kind of feeling like peeping tom, but it’s also very gratifying to have a man other than my husband peeping at me, after all, I’m still kind of attractive!
It was only in the last few days that I realized that he even got on and off the bus at the same station as me, and it was only then that I realized that it wasn’t a coincidence, but that it was intentional on his part. It made me a little nervous, and although nothing has happened so far, I still don’t feel very comfortable being deliberately “followed”.
So another month or so went by and he kept the same distance and didn’t approach me in particular, so I’m probably just being paranoid.
It’s about a 10-minute walk from the station to my house, and I’m used to walking to and from work. There is a short stretch of road in the middle that is a bit darker and not very well lit. When I walk along this road, I will pay special attention to whether there are any dangers in the surrounding area, whether there are unknown people following me along this road, and I will always have a weapon to protect myself from molesters on my body at all times.
One day, when my guard was almost completely down, I realized that his figure was following me, still at a distance, and I hurried forward to a brighter place, while a little more people, stopped and pretended to be looking for something. He, on the other hand, didn’t stop and walked past me, slowly disappearing from my sight.
I think, maybe, again, I’m overthinking it.
And so, from that day on, he walked behind me every day after work, but turned into one of the alleys before I got home. Every other day, I still see him on the train platform.
But I still feel something wrong in my heart, I don’t know what’s wrong, I just feel something.
I forget how long it took, but one day I really couldn’t help myself, and on the way home, I stopped and asked him.
“Sir, why do you follow me every day?”
“Huh?”
“Yeah!”
“I …… I live over here too!”
“Where do you live?”
“I live at XX Lane XX.”
“Okay, I’ll go back with you, I need to make sure you live over there.”
“Why?”
“Sir, I’m a woman, and I have someone, and it’s a regular someone, following me from work every day, do you think I wouldn’t be nervous?”
“Wow, so that’s how it is.” He scratched his head, “Okay then.”
I just followed him quietly and went to XX Lane and turned left, then XX was on the right hand side. This bungalow was clear to me, it was lived by an old couple.
“Here it is, this is my house.”
“OK, then please open the door and go inside.”
He grabbed the key, unlocked the door, went inside, and closed the door.
When he closed the door in the blink of an eye, I felt so humiliated, I did not realize that I really think too much, thinking that people are ill-intentioned. I turned around and left, but when I got to the end of the alley, I felt sorry for him and walked back to No. XX and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by an old lady who asked me who I was looking for, and oh my God, who am I looking for, I don’t even know what his ID looks like.
“Well …… a gentleman just went in and I’d like to speak to that gentleman.”
“Whoa, wait a minute. Ro, there’s someone here to see you.”
Turns out his last name is Law.
“Huh? It’s you. Uhm …… What’s up?”
“…… I came to apologize like you did.”
“It’s okay, it’s normal that you would think that.”
“I’m really sorry, I still think of you as ……”
“It’s okay it’s okay, it’s good to know it’s a misunderstanding.”
“Thanks.” I said it in a whisper because I really felt so embarrassed.
“OK, then …… bye bye!”
“Well, bye-bye.”
He closed the door and that’s when I felt a little better, at least today I knew the other guy wasn’t deliberately following me.
The next day on the train platform, I saw him again, and when he turned his head to look at me, I politely nodded my head and stood where I usually stood waiting for the train, while he still kept a certain distance from me. At this time I suddenly had a question in my mind, why does he always keep a certain distance from me? Should I ask him this question? Next, I thought a whole lot of questions in my head. Alas …… old habits are again guilty.
By the evening after work, he was still walking quietly behind me, when I suddenly had another impulse to know why, stopped and turned my head to wait for him. As if suddenly startled by me, he also stopped, and I took the initiative to walk over to him and asked him, “I would like to ask you, why do you propose to take the same bus, the same compartment, with me every day? Off duty as well.”
“Huh???? ……” He didn’t seem to know how to respond.
I continued, “I already know you’re not a bad person, I’m just not sure why. Can you please clear it up for me?”
He scratched his head, which seems to be his habitual action, and said, “Don’t laugh at me. I just moved here, I don’t know what kind of car is better, the first day I went to work I happened to see you walking in front of me, I was thinking, this person should be going to work too, so I just followed you, and then I went to the train station, I got off at the station’s footbridge staircase is just over the first car, so I just do it every time I get off in the first car.”
“Wow …… so that’s how it is!”
“Sorry to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, I just don’t think it would be such a coincidence.” I laughed and said, “Now there’s no problem, isn’t that great?”
“Yeah, yeah!” He smiled back, a nice big smile.
“Do you know the old couple?”
“They’re my aunt and uncle.”
“It’s like this.”
It was in these few simple conversations that we came to XX Lane, where he waved to me and walked into XX Lane.
Gradually, we went to work together and left work together almost every day, and when we took the car, we didn’t intentionally keep a distance, we would sit together, and we got to know each other a little bit better. It turns out that he moved up from Taoyuan to work, and only came home on holidays. His wife and children live in Taoyuan, but they live separately because of their jobs, and every Friday he would take the bus directly home, so I would go home alone on Friday nights as well.
By the looks of him he should be very young, I didn’t realize that he was the same year as me.
We seemed to have an understanding that we would talk on the walk to the station and on the way home, and when we got on the train, we would be quiet and catch up on our sleep. It was nice to talk to him about everything from the south to the north, but we didn’t talk about sex. After all, we are both married people, talking about sex is always feel inappropriate, what if we talk about sparks, then how to do? He seems to know how I feel, so he never mentions it intentionally, but at most makes a small joke and then stops there.
We never had dinner together, and every day was just work and work. So, it was almost 4 months later. He went back for Chinese New Year and I stayed home with my family. Before he went home, he asked me for my cell phone number and said he would send me a text message.
I was thinking it wouldn’t be anything sweet, well …… I guess not; although I was really kind of expecting it. On the night of New Year’s Eve I received his New Year’s Eve newsletter: “Congratulations! That’s all, it’s quite similar to his personality; he’s not a very verbal person. I laughed and replied “Congratulations”.
Thinking back to the first time I met him to now, should also be almost a year. At the beginning of him as a pervert, to now become a good friend, and also every day together with the commute, my husband and I did not so every day together with the commute, after all, we work in the place there is a distance, even if the lunch want to eat together also have difficulties.
Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. I don’t know how it happened, but despite the fact that there are 11 people in my family, I feel as if I’m still alone in an environment that I’m very familiar with. I followed my family around, playing cards, watching TV, taking night trips, and finally going to the temple before 12 to worship, praying for the health of my family, the health of my mom and dad, and the kids, and …… him.
Why am I thinking about him again? It’s a holiday with my family, I shouldn’t be thinking about him. No, no, no, I’m not doing this right.
But …… I really miss him.
I looked at the stars in the sky and said to him, “I miss you so much.”
Spring break passed quickly, followed by the regular daily routine of going to work and coming back from work.
I woke up early on the morning of the first six days because I’d slept in for a couple days and had enough sleep, I guess.
After rushing up to clean up the kids and breakfast, I made it to the dresser to focus on my makeup.
“Getting up so early to put on your makeup?” Hubby was a little surprised to see me do this.
I was also a little surprised, as I never was, and hastened to explain:
“Nope, just wanted to get ready earlier and not be rushed and confused like before.”
“Wow.”
Hubby seemed to be quite satisfied with my answer, put on their company uniform and went to the living room to have breakfast, I also hurriedly dressed up, just short of lipstick, and also followed to have breakfast.
Before I left the house, I touched up my lipstick and looked pretty happy with myself. Just, how did I get like this? The question lingered inside my head, and so it went on until I reached XX Lane.
“Good morning!”
“Huh? Good morning!” I was a little startled.
“What’s wrong? You seem to be a bit distracted, you’ve had too much fun over New Year’s so you can’t get your mind back, do you want me to help you collect your soul?”
“No lah, you’re thinking too much, I was just thinking about the company just now.” I suddenly felt a little unnatural feeling.
“Well, did you have a good few days of vacation?”
“Not bad, slept well. How about you?”
“It’s nothing special, just spending time with my family.” He shrugged.
“Have you thought about bringing them over to live with you?”
“Of course I have, I just can’t find a house that fits right now.”
“It’s okay to stay at your aunt’s house, right?”
“No, they’re two old people who like peace and quiet, and the little kids in my house are too noisy, so I’ll have to rent or buy a house out there, but I’m not sure yet.”
“How can you not be sure?”
“I’m doing OK with this job, but I don’t know if I’ll continue.”
“I told you, this job can go on, and your company is so big and stable, it’s a shame not to stay.”
“I don’t know.”
At this time has arrived at the train station, according to our tacit understanding, this time also quiet, quietly waiting for the train, and then get on the train, sit down, make up cotton.
In fact, several times in the four months or so that I’ve been working with him, I’ve found myself falling asleep with my head on his shoulder, and he doesn’t seem to notice the situation.
After work, we walked home together and didn’t say much.
There was a darker stretch of road on the way home, which used to be the stretch I was most worried about, and now I was much more relieved to have him with me from work.
When I told him this, he smiled and said to me, “Then I should be the pervert at this point.”
I laughed out loud and said, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll make sure not to resist, hahaha ……”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I had just finished speaking when he took me close to his arms with such speed that I was so surprised that I didn’t know how to react, but could only let him hold me tightly like this. His hands slowly stroked my back, very gently, and my face felt so warm against his chest.
Without realizing it, my arms wrapped around his back as well, only I didn’t dare stroke my back the way he did.
I don’t know how long we held each other like that, but we gradually let go of each other, leaving behind nothing but an awkward atmosphere, but we both remained where we were and didn’t leave. I knew he was staring intently at me, and I didn’t dare to look up at him because I knew that if I did, his lips would surely fall on mine.
It just froze and I finally said, “I’m going home.”
He doesn’t say a word, slowly giving up a little space, and I hurry to take advantage of the opportunity to walk quickly past him and head for home as quickly as I can.
Suddenly he hugged me from behind and said, “I’m horny now and won’t let you go.”
“Don’t,” I struggled, “I need to hurry back home before my family gets worried.”
“If you cooperate a little, you can get back to your house a little sooner.”
Suddenly I don’t know how to respond, cooperate a little, can I? I’m a married woman, mom of two small children, a married woman, how am I going to cooperate?
“No, we’re married, we’re doing this to our significant others, and ……”
His mouth was already gagging me and holding me tighter, at first I tried to struggle but I couldn’t make it work, letting his mouth close to mine, without realizing it, his tongue had invaded the inside of my mouth, teasing me with techniques I hadn’t experienced before.
I couldn’t help but respond to his kisses, making them even wilder, yet very gentle.
I gradually lost myself in his kisses.
His hands caressed my face, my neck and my ears in a way that I hadn’t seen in a long time after ten years of marriage. He didn’t rush to my breasts, but softened my will with this very gentle touch, and I have to admit, he succeeded, and succeeded very well.
I realized that I was wet. A warmth grew hot from the side of my belly, and it was clear to me that I wanted it. And wanted it badly.
But I was very worried and scared that someone would pass by at this time, which would make it impossible for me to continue, after all, this is the way my family goes to and from class, as well as everyone else’s.
It took all the strength I had to push him away before my consciousness fell completely.
“No, there will be people passing by here, and if they see it how will I behave and how will I have the face to face other people.”
He seemed surprised that I even had the means to push him away, and without a word looked at me with what felt like a questioning look.
“As long as no one sees it, right?”
I was speechless for a moment, because that’s what I had just said, and I meant it, but how could I admit it?
Perhaps it was because I didn’t react instantly with an answer, he seemed sure that’s what I meant. Taking my hand, he walked towards where he lived.
And I was stupid enough to let him pull me like that, towards the one place I’ll never forget, his bed.
When he pulled me into the place where he lived, I hurriedly jerked my hand away and tried to grab the door, but he immediately grabbed me again and pulled me closer to his house, then held me tightly and kissed me. I felt him press hard against me with his parting.
“My aunt and uncle are away today and won’t be back until tomorrow.”
Then unzipped my jacket, kissed my neck and shoulders, licked my ears, I have no strength at all, only to let him at his mercy, the right word, should be to enjoy his kiss. After going into his room, he immediately took off his jacket and shirt, revealing his solid chest, my hands took the initiative to touch his chest, pulled up his underwear, took off his underwear, put my face on his chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat. His hands gently unzipped my body, stroked my back, kissed my neck and shoulders lightly, and my hands wrapped around his waist, enjoying the caresses he gave me. Unable to resist, I stroked his back and kissed his chest as well, my mouth sucking and nibbling on his nipples, my ears ringing with the sound of him moaning slightly, a sound I hadn’t heard in I don’t know how long. I looked up into his eyes and saw a pair of hot eyes filled with the fire of love.
I took the initiative and pressed my lips to his, the first time I had ever initiated a kiss.
His kisses made me forget who I was, and his hands made me feel tenderness I’d never felt before. At this moment I knew very clearly that I wanted him. I don’t know when, I realized that the only clothes left on my body were my underwear, intoxicated in the passionate kiss, I didn’t know how my clothes were taken off by him, in my afterglow, I found that my skirt, stockings and high heels had already fallen on the floor, and his hands were unbuttoning my underwear, and my hands were unbuckling his belt.
In less than a minute we were naked on his bed. He was on top of me stroking my face and kissing me deeply, and I could feel his lower body pressing against the small of my back, making my heart beat faster and faster, fantasizing about the feeling of his lower body entering my body hard enough to dissolve me. By this time his mouth had slowly moved from his neck to his shoulders, kissing with just the right amount of force, sending a tingle through my body and making me feel like I was getting wetter and wetter, and the thought of wanting him was getting stronger and stronger. His hands caressed my breasts, for which I was quite pleased, and watching him work on sucking and fondling my nipples was nothing but non-stop pleasure and a little sense of accomplishment.
He moved one of his hands to attack my private parts, stimulating my pussy nucleus. Suddenly, I realized that he had invaded me with one of his fingers, and his mouth was not shy about licking my private parts, and this double attack caused a slow stream of warmth to flow out of my already very wet private parts.
I had an orgasm! Never thought I’d have an orgasm, and I don’t know how long it’s been since my last one.
He seemed to realize that I had already climaxed, but he didn’t let go of me, continuing to tease my private parts, and his other hand wasn’t idle, caressing my breasts. I had never felt like this before, and never knew that a woman’s orgasm could keep coming in wave after wave, I didn’t know how many times I had orgasmed and couldn’t count them, I should say I was incapable of counting them.
All I can remember is that just as soon as the orgasm hits, the next wave is already being prepared. The orgasms just kept visiting me!
I don’t know how long it was before he stopped, and just when I needed to catch my breath, but I realized that he was ready to go, and his lower body made my libido, which had been gradually easing off, awaken once again, and there was a very strong sensation welling up from the small of my back, like a fire growing bigger and bigger, and I knew very well that it was my lust, the lust of wanting him.
Of my own accord, I spread my feet wide and waited for him.
His lower body entered me gently, easing so that I could get used to him. He wasn’t long, and he wasn’t very thick, but it was just the right amount to go to the deepest part, and just the right size for what I wanted. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before and could only be described as JUSTMATCH.
He wasn’t in a hurry to attack, just slowly moving in and out of me, my hands cupping his face, looking at him carefully, looking at him earnestly, I wanted to get a clear look at the face of this man who was one with me, to memorize him in my mind forever.
During his slow attack, I seemed to be able to get used to the sensations he was giving me, and it was as if he knew that I could take him 100% now, so he started to increase the speed and the force more than once. I couldn’t help but scream out as well!
“Ah ……”
I hurriedly covered my mouth, deeply afraid that others would hear my voice, but I really really couldn’t help it, I never thought that a man inside my body could bring me waves of never stopping orgasms, he knew that I was going to scream again, and hurriedly gagged my mouth with his so that I couldn’t make a sound.
I held him close and kissed him, a feeling of wanting to cant him into me came over me.
My body seemed to have been dissolved by him, this body didn’t seem to be mine anymore, and all I could remember was the endless orgasms running out of my body. All that could be heard in the whole room were my tiny moans and the sound of our bodies colliding. I don’t know how long it took before he finally came inside me.
He slowly lay on top of me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly, not wanting him to leave my body.
He kissed my neck and shoulders and whispered in my ear how much he liked me, a feeling I’d almost forgotten. It’s been a memory for me for a long, long time. Over the years of marriage, intercourse had become almost obligatory. I hugged him tighter as I thought about it. Kissing his neck too, kissing his face, kissing his lips.
I realized that he was starting to thrive inside me again.
His kisses began to take on an aggressive quality again, both gentle and wild, and my body began to heat up. Once again, I fell into the sea of encounters ……
That night I returned home already nine o’clock, casually find an excuse to put off the past, rushed to the bathroom to rinse his body clean, so as not to leave his things and smell on the body. When I went to bed, I looked at my husband’s sleeping face and felt a strong sense of regret in my heart.
I can’t believe I cheated on him and had sex with another male behind his back, what’s wrong with me that I would do that and the guy is not far from my house and takes the same bus every day. How am I going to face him tomorrow, as if nothing happened?
I couldn’t sleep all night, my mind was full of last night’s lingering and psychological guilt. I didn’t want to go to work, but I couldn’t, I had to go to work today, things weren’t taken care of, and taking time off would only add more problems.
Walking down the road towards the station, I knew he was waiting for me just ahead. When I saw him, I stopped, not knowing whether to walk forward or back. He had an excited look on his face when he saw me, but when he saw me stop, he seemed to sense something was wrong.
I shook my head, unable to say anything. He seemed to sense my mood and smiled slightly, nodding to me as he walked towards the station ……