There was a woman in the same unit with me who was incredibly beautiful. She was 23 years old, and it’s no exaggeration to say that she was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in real life, without any make-up pretense, completely natural and innocent beauty. She has a beautiful head of curly hair with big waves, which makes her look even more charming. Although her height is only 156cm, she has a bust of nearly 90cm, which is definitely considered a boobie among Chinese people.
At the beginning of the year, when I first met her, I was deeply attracted to her and stunned by her beauty. I often thought that if I could get back into bed with such a woman, I would be willing to live a few years less. Who would have thought that this wish of mine would turn out to be true at the end of the year.
In October of that year, she got married. Her lover was a graduate student, usually very busy at work, and took little care of her. Since the work unit did not allocate housing for both of them, they could only live together on weekends, which was very inconvenient, so she did not go home on weekdays, and lived alone in the single dormitory of my unit, only going back on weekends.
In December, all the work was done and it was almost the end of the year, so I was in a very relaxed mood. One evening, she called me and asked me to go play poker with her. At about 22:00 pm, we went back to the single dormitory together, on the way, she said to me, “You do not want to see my photos? Do you want to go to my place and look at them?” “Of course I want to.” I was delighted. I really enjoy looking at other people’s photos, especially those of beautiful women, it’s a pleasure.
When she entered the house, she took out two photo albums, put them in front of me and said, “Don’t laugh at the bad pictures.” I opened the albums and slowly admired the beautiful pictures in them. She poured a glass of water, sat next to me, stretched out a head, explaining the photos to me: “This is when I was in elementary school, you see this boy behind me, he likes me very much, so he stood behind me, especially happy, smiling a little bit of the mouth can not close. This one is me in—“
Her head was close to mine, blowing her breath and her beautiful curls tickled my face gently. I twisted my head to look at her, and she didn’t seem to realize this. I leaned outward a bit to get my face away from her, and being so close tickled my heart a bit. In my mind she was a very beautiful and orthodox woman, and it hadn’t occurred to me at all that she had done this on purpose.
At 24:00 pm, the photos were basically finished, I suddenly realized that at the back of the album, there was a paper bag, and when I wanted to take it out and look at it, she held it down with both hands and said, “These photos are not good, it’s better not to look at them.” “If you say don’t look at it, then how disgraced am I?” I made a joke while suddenly grabbing the album and taking it to the side away from her. Before I could open the album, a pair of cold hands covered my eyes. She screamed, “I won’t let you see it! Just don’t let you see!” I was a little impulsive and wanted to turn around and hug her. But reason overcame impulse, I did not do that, I am a very traditional man, I did not want to take advantage of her.
I put down the album and said, “It’s late, I’m going back.” She may have been disappointed, but there was no reason to leave me behind and simply said, “Well then, go back and have good dreams.” A double entendre, which I didn’t realize until after in came. After going back, I lie in bed, think back to what happened that night, vaguely feel that she seems to like me, but also think it is not possible, because she is only married for more than a month ah!
The next day, she met me and said, “I have some more photos, would you be interested?” “Sure.” I replied. “Well then, why don’t you meet me in my dorm tonight.” After saying that, she smiled sweetly and floated away.
At about 20:00 p.m., I arrived at her dormitory. The door opened and she stood in front of me. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was even more beautiful than usual; she had put on light eye shadow and lipstick.
“Yo, makeup?” I asked.
“Looking good?” She was pleased that I noticed a difference from her usual self as soon as I walked through the door.
“Nice looking, very nice.” I was telling the truth.
“Yes?” She smiled, very pleased, “I put on the makeup just for you.”
“Come on, I’m not your lover.” I teased.
“Bugger—” she laughed a little, very flirtatious, “come in, don’t always stand in the doorway and talk.” I went inside and closed the door.
“Actually, it’s the same bits from yesterday, the ones I didn’t show you.” She said.
Drunkenness oh. I sat on her bed, no longer in the mood to look at her pictures.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked.
“Nope. Turns out there is, it’s been blowing for over a year.” I replied.
“You’re 21 this year, right? You’re still young, so there’s no need to rush. Young man handsome, still afraid of not finding a girlfriend?” She said.
“It’s kinda scary. Why don’t you introduce me to one?” I said.
“Sure, I’ll take care of it.” She said.
From then on, I literally wrapped my sexual affairs around her for months after that night.
That night, the two of us talked more and more about different things. From school to society, from men and women in love to so-and-so having an extramarital affair. I didn’t realize that it was already one o’clock in the night.
Suddenly she asked me, “After all I’ve told you, do you know why?”
I thought about it for a moment and worked up the courage to say, “I think you kind of like me.”
I kept my head down, afraid to look at her. “Yes.” She replied firmly, “I do like you.”
She looked at me fondly, “Do you like me?”
“Like.” Of course I liked her, I had fallen for her from the first moment I saw her. It’s just that she had a boyfriend and was getting married, and with my old-fashioned thinking, it didn’t really move the needle.
“Then why don’t you say it? Why did you let me, a girl, say it first?” She was a little emotional. Yeah, why didn’t I say it first? I regretted a little, being a man, but not as good as a girl. I didn’t have that kind of courage.
“I’m sorry, because you’re married and it’s just been a month, and I didn’t think—-” not didn’t think, but didn’t dare to think.
“I just love you!” Her voice was a little choked, her big beautiful eyes brimming with tears.
“But I’ll break up your family.” That was a bit of a concern of mine; as much as I liked her, I wanted her to be happy more than anything else.
“No, I promise I won’t.” She was a little anxious.
I reached out my hand to her, grasping her small hand in mine and pulling her toward my arms. She let out a cry and sat obediently in my arms. Our lips kissed passionately, sucking on each other’s tongues, and my hands slipped into her blouse to fondle her huge breasts that I had longed for. She, in turn, obediently raised her arms to make room so that my hands were not hindered in any way. My cock was erect and I had the urge to make love. My tongue flicked her earlobe.
“Can I do it with you?” I asked timidly.
“But I’ll get pregnant.” She was a little scared.
“You’re married.” I mean, you could have gotten an abortion.
She nodded after thinking about it. I was happy and a little nervous that my original wish was about to become a reality. I slid my hands down from those beautiful huge tits, over her flat, delicate belly, pulled her belt open and felt for her mysterious pussy. There was already an ocean there, and I plunged my middle finger into her pussy, and what a warm, wet, slippery sensation, it hadn’t been felt in a year and a half. She removed my clothes and I was topless. “So fit.” She caressed my well-developed pecs. I used to work out, loved sports, and I felt confident in my body. I gently removed her blouse and unhooked her bra, a pair of huge, firm, white breasts were on display. I leaned down and held her waist with both hands, my tongue drew circles on her nipples, biting lightly with my teeth and sucking hard. “Ah…” she can no longer stand my teasing and lets out a moan of pleasure. My hands went down, caressing her hips, and in the process, I removed all of her underwear, and she was already completely naked. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. Naked, she was a little embarrassed and shielded her face with her hands. While admiring the perfect body in front of me, I quickly took off my own clothes and pants, climbed on her body, passionately kissed her lips, one hand caressed and kneaded her breasts, passionate and excited. One of her hands hugged around my waist, the other hand reached to my crotch, grabbed my firm penis, up and down the sleeve.
I spread her legs and pushed my cock against her pussy twice, all off, it had been so long since I’d practiced that I couldn’t even get a good stab in. “Little twerp.” She cursed with a smile and grabbed my cock, pressing it against the hole, “There.” I pushed slightly and my cock slowly entered her pussy. The sensation was so comfortable. My cock felt warm and hot inside her. “Uh…” she moaned as my cock penetrated.
“Are you a virgin?” She asked. “I am.” I lied to her. “I don’t believe it.” She said. “Why?” I asked her. “Intuition, a woman’s intuition.” She added, “You’re pretty special, there must be a lot of girls who like you.” I laughed and didn’t answer again, concentrating on what I was doing. Her pussy was tight, gripping my cock tightly. As I thrust rapidly, more and more bodily fluids came out of her vagina, and gradually I could hear the sound of “plop, plop, plop”. “That’s a lot of water.” I said. “Is it slippery?” She asked. “Slippery. Very comfortable.” I replied. The glans rubbed against the inner walls of my vagina, bringing me endless pleasure.
“Why don’t you scream wow?” I’ve been thrusting for five or six minutes now and I haven’t heard her scream. “Scream what?” She asked. “Scream for bed.” God, she couldn’t have not known. “How do I scream? You teach me.” She said. I lost my temper. “Do you scream when you do it with your husband? It’s just a moan of comfort, uncontrollable.” I asked. She thought about it, “No.” Luckily, I thought it was because I wasn’t good at kung fu.
Personally, I think that a woman grunting is actually a very good encouragement to a man. The more pleasurable the woman is, the higher her voice is, the more vigorously the man does it, because his efforts are rewarded, and the woman enjoys the pleasure of sex together.
After ten minutes of fucking, I was a bit tired and gradually slowed down my thrusts. “It doesn’t really have to be a fast thrust to be pleasurable. Slow is good too.” She said, “I just think slow feels better than fast.” Well then, I’ll thrust into you slowly. I thrust slowly, one at a time, each time going in as far as I could, pulling out with the glans showing, my toes hitting her clit with each stroke. After only 30 or 40 strokes, she suddenly let out a moan of pleasure, her body then stiffened, her legs stiffened, clamped tightly around my body, her hips involuntarily pushed upwards, resting heavily against my toes, her ten fingers gripped my back hard, pressing my body tightly against her breasts. I felt her vagina contracting, one at a time, sucking tightly on my cock, and with it came a stream of cunt-juice, gushing from its insides. She was having an orgasm.
“Darling, that’s wonderful.” She hugged my head and kissed me on the cheek, perhaps so pleasurably that she made a “tsk” sound only after her mouth left my face. I said, “Why did you make a ‘tsk’ sound only after your mouth left my face?” “Yeah?” Apparently she hadn’t noticed, and then laughed, which she found amusing, “That’s my monopoly. I only kiss like this to you, I don’t even kiss like this to my husband, and in the future, if you have a girlfriend, you’re not allowed to kiss like this either!” Women are women, they always seem especially childish sometimes. I reached out to hold her buttocks, want to set her straight, but touched a hand of slippery mucus, it turned out to be her body secretion of love juice.
“So much, it’s wetting the sheets, isn’t it?” I said.
“What are you tired of?” I’m a bit unconvinced “I’m the one who’s been exercising all this time, and you’re lying down here, not having to do anything, just enjoying yourself.”
“What the heck, people have to work hard down there, or else it wouldn’t be so tight?” She said.
“Yeah? Try relaxing then.” I said. She relaxed her body, and suddenly, the force that was holding my penis tightly disappeared, the difference between before and after was so big that I finally believed her words, she was hard all the time, the muscles of her vagina were powerful. I suddenly thought of something, there was a pornographic novel that wrote about a woman whose pussy could move and called it a ‘living pussy’. I said to her, “Can you move it? Just push down like you do when you have a baby.” “Is that right?” I felt a real force in her vagina, building up from the inside out. Bit by bit, starting from the glans, up to the root of the penis, it was very noticeable and very comfortable. I couldn’t help but shout, “Very good, keep going. My cock is getting squeezed out.” She was also very happy and bought it harder, mouthing, “Get out, get out!” Truly, I was so ready to just lie on top of her for the rest of my life and enjoy the pleasures she brought me.
“Let me serve you.” She rolled over and rode me underneath her, holding my cock squarely in her hand, and sat down on her ass, her warm, slippery pussy working my cock up and down, even more comfortably than when I initiated it just now. Her hands were propped up by my ears, a pair of beautiful breasts just above my face, swaying around in front of my eyes, such a beautiful view, just looking at it for the rest of my life would be willing. I could stroke her breasts as much as I wanted, or raise my head slightly so that her breasts hit me in the face. After five or six minutes, she suddenly fell on top of me and said, “I’m tired, why don’t you cum yet?” I said, “It’s only been a few minutes, not even half an hour.” “My husband is only five or six minutes each time only, then do more often, only ten minutes.” She said. “So can you have an orgasm?” I asked. “Yes I can, medically speaking, sex for about fifteen minutes is the healthiest for both men and women.” She said, “Fifteen minutes is plenty.”
Women are so different, some like it fast, some like it slow, some love to scream and some don’t say a word, it was once said that having sex with a hundred women gives you a hundred feelings.
” Have you ever had an orgasm? That’s a really erotic feeling.” She said. “Of course I can cum.” I had her lay on her back, spread her legs and entered her from behind, and she cooperated by puckering her ass to give me the best angle of entry. The folds of the front of her vagina rubbing directly against the crown of the lower end of my glans were incredibly stimulating, and every bump of my body was enough to send waves through her ass, soft but very resilient. After ten minutes or so, I felt my orgasm coming, my cock swelling like it was going to split, “I’m going to get there!” I exclaimed. “Come on, let’s do it together!” She obviously felt it. My cock contracted violently and a surge of cum came out. “Ah ~~~~~” stimulated by the cum, she too reached her orgasm. After a moment of pleasure, I suddenly felt tired and lay on her back. She turned her head sideways and said to me, “Honey, you were great!” I smiled and didn’t say anything, the pleasure from my orgasm wasn’t quite over yet, my cock was inside her vagina, bouncing and slowly softening. Suddenly her vagina moved, and I felt my penis was about to be squeezed out, and rushed to push against it, saying, “I can’t, it’s about to fall out.” She smiled cheekily and said, “I’m guilty of being bad.” She tore up some toilet paper and put it on her pussy, and I pulled my penis out, and she hurriedly plugged it, sat on the bed, and said, “I’ve got to squeeze all the cum out.” A moment later, she looked at the piece of paper in her hand and said, “That’s a lot!” Smelling it through her nose, “Fishy, fresh cum smell.”
We cleaned up and lay down in each other’s arms. I asked her, “Why did you look at me?” “Because you’re a very nice young man from Beijing. Very handsome!” She said. What a woman in love says is not to be trusted. Later I realized that she was not very fond of her husband, only that her husband’s persistent pursuit touched her. She felt that it didn’t matter whether she loved her husband or not, the main thing was that her lover would always love her. After she got married, her husband was busy with his work and lacked love for her, which made her feel lonely. In addition, she felt that I was a very nice person, good-tempered, loving, very meticulous, and humorous, very much to her liking.
After that, we had crazy sex, once four consecutive nights of sex, so much so that I fell asleep while watching a movie at the cinema. We also talked a lot, from her I learned that the cup size of a woman’s bra is also divided into A, B and C, and that once upon a time there was a scoundrel who tried to rape her while she was drunk, but ejaculated before he could touch her body.
For quite a long time, we lived a happy life as a couple in love. We have been to the amusement park, playing exciting tumbling roller coasters; have been to a restaurant in Xidan, drinking expensive red wine. We have been to Wangfujing Snack Street, enjoy the Chinese cuisine. Looking at the pedestrians on the road to cast envious glances at me, I feel very satisfied.
One day, she said to me, “Yesterday, my husband and I went to sing karaoke, there is a song, called “Pingju”, I cried, the lyrics of that song is written how good ah, I copied a copy to you. I hope we are as the song says, no matter how it ends later, I just hope you have a me in your memory.”
“Okay, I promise. No matter what happens in the future, you will always be one of the most beautiful sceneries on the road of my life, and whenever I look back, I will be filled with warm memories.” The two of us hugged each other and were speechless for a long time. She was beautiful, gentle and thoughtful, and I knew I had fallen deeply in love with her.
Two months passed quickly, and it was almost Spring Festival. She said she was going home with her husband to visit her parents and might not be able to meet me for quite some time. I didn’t want this departure to be the beginning of the end of our relationship.
One day after the Spring Festival, she called me and asked me what blood type I was. Both my parents are AB, and of course I’m AB. She asked me if I had been tested. I said no, she let me better go to the test, she also said there is an important thing to say to me, and asked me to meet three days later Xizhimen. I was apprehensive, in the end what is the matter?
Three days later, I went to Xizhimen as promised, looking for a restaurant to sit down. After sitting down, chatting about things, never cut to the chase. I was very anxious, asked her what happened? She put away the smile, a serious, said: “I’m pregnant.”
This news was really a bolt from the blue for me, and my heart snapped. Ladies and gentlemen, I do not know if you have this feeling, like suddenly seeing your long-lost but most longed-for lover, but not with surprise, but with astonishment.
Looking at my surprised expression, she sighed, “Was it sudden? I thought you would be prepared. Now I don’t even know whose baby this is. Are you really AB?” I nodded. After seeing my affirmative answer, she was disappointed, “If only you were type A, I’d have this baby, I’d love it no matter which one of you two it was.” She and her husband both have type A blood, and if the child born is type AB, our affair will be a lost cause.
Finally, she decided to get an abortion. After the miscarriage, she took a vacation. I didn’t hear anything from her during that month or so.
After a month, she found me and told me, “Let’s break up!”
I was surprised and wondered why she was.
“I don’t want to go on like this, I don’t want to be sneaking around, there are already coworkers pointing fingers at us. You know what? During this period of time, my husband is really good to me, that day after the operation, can not walk, he carried me back. When I was especially weak, he stewed chicken for me every day and fed me one bite at a time. He still loves me very much, I can’t be sorry to my husband anymore.”
“We really can’t go on?” I was in great pain, “I can be nice to you if you want, even, even I’m willing to marry you!”
She was very surprised, “You don’t scare me. It’s impossible, you have to realize how stressful divorce is on a woman. We are not going to get anywhere.”
“I finally realized that I’m just a substitute. You only thought of me when your husband didn’t love you; and now that your husband loves you again, you’re abandoning me? You’re going back to his side!” I choked back tears, shedding them for the first time in my adult life.
She cried too, but still hardened her heart and said, “I’m sorry, it was my fault, I hurt you. But you believe, you are not a substitute, I love you. But we are not going to have a result, the long pain is better than the short pain, while we do not have deeper feelings, just let it go. I promise you, you are the last person I will ever love, and it will never happen again.”
She was silent for a while and said, “Also, their unit gave us a house to take care of my miscarriage, so I’ll be going home every day from now on.” Knowing her character, I knew it was futile in stopping it and only wished I could see her again.
“Leave me two days each week, okay?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“One day?”
Still shaking his head.
“Two weeks, one day?” I gave a begging look.
“You need to stop being a child, we can’t be like this, rooting for each other won’t do either of us any good. I must devote myself to my family. With a house, you have your own nest, it’s small, but it’s still my home!”
I argued with her for a long time, but in the end I didn’t argue with her. Forget it, let her go. I don’t want to destroy her family, after all, she is the woman I once loved deeply, she can live a good life, it is also a kind of comfort to me.
Six months later, she moved jobs. Since then, I have never seen her. Only in the 98 World Cup, gave me a phone call, said see the World Cup, remembered love football me.
This is how my relationship ended, but I know I won’t regret it, she will always be someone I love dearly, and whenever I think of this past, my heart will be filled with sweetness and warmth.