She sucked. Her warm breath sprayed onto my face. My hands, through the thin silk nightgown, roamed over her shoulders, back, chest, and abdomen, slowly moving upwards to cup her full breasts in my palms, gently kneading them with my palms and fingertips. Even through the bra cups, my hands could feel the firmness, softness, and elasticity of her breasts.

　　 Leaving her lips, my burning lips slid down her chin to her neck. Her head tilted back, and my lips wandered along her neck. My hands moved away from her breasts, gently caressing her flat stomach. As my hands moved lower, reaching her mons pubis, her legs involuntarily closed. Perhaps it was the first time she had been so intimate with a man other than her husband, and she wasn’t completely at ease. So, my hands slid to the side, stroking her thighs more gently. My lips also touched behind her ear, the skin there slightly warmer than on her neck. I kissed up and down the back of her ear, gently biting her earlobe with my teeth, my warm breath slowly entering her ear canal.

　　 Her breathing quickened, she opened her mouth, and let out a soft sigh, her breath sweet as orchids. Her legs unconsciously parted, and I lifted the hem of her nightgown, lightly brushing my fingers along the inside of her thighs, slowly moving upwards until I reached the edge of her panties. First, I ran my fingertips along the edge of the panties, then my fingertips gently traced her pubic hair and labia through the sheer fabric. Finally, I covered her entire vulva with my palm, and from deep within her throat, she let out a suppressed moan. The warmth of her private parts radiated from my palm, and my middle finger felt the slight dampness of her panties at the entrance of her vagina.

　　 I untied the belt of her nightgown and lifted it up. She probably sensed what was about to happen; she obediently raised her hand so I could pull the nightgown over her head. She buried her face in my chest, avoiding my gaze. I gently stroked the smooth, satin-like skin of her back as I laid her down on the bed. Now, her body, clad only in a bra and panties, was once again before me. Her beautiful hair was spread across the pillow, and under the lamplight, her watery eyes were particularly captivating, her alluring breasts rising and falling with her breath. I took off my own clothes, leaving only my panties, my erect penis pushing them high.

　　 I lay down beside her, my right hand slipping under her body to pull her into my embrace. Our naked bodies pressed together. Her body was warm, soft, and supple. I kissed her lips, my left hand unhooking her bra. Her breasts, freed from its confinement, sprang out, pressing against my chest. My lips moved from her cheeks, across her neck, up and down her cleavage, my nose and chin brushing against her breasts. Her nipples, erect with engorgement, resembled two rubies set in the center of her full, white breasts, the pink areolas around them dotted with tiny, millet-like bumps. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, rubbing her nipple with my palm and massaging the area around the breast with my fingertips from the outside in.

　　 My tongue circled around the areola of her other breast, occasionally teasing her nipple. With each flick of my tongue, her nipple hardened. Her breathing quickened again, her breath becoming heavy. My hand left her breast and slipped inside her panties from the top edge. Her pubic hair was soft, and in the center was a small, sensitive spot, about the size of a soybean. I knew it was sensitive and dared not touch it with my rough fingers, only gently caressing it with my palm.

　　 My fingers touched her warm labia, so soft and delicate that I could only caress them with the utmost gentleness. The lower part of her labia, near the vaginal opening, became slippery. My middle finger, without any effort, easily slipped into the opening of her vulva, its tip moving gently in and out of the warm, moist opening. Above, I would sometimes use my lips to cup her nipples, lightly sweeping them with the tip of my tongue, before taking her entire areola and nipple into my mouth, sucking greedily. Her body began to writhe, her breathing became more rapid, and soft moans escaped her lips.

　　 I pulled my right hand out from under her body and sat up. Her thin, flesh-colored silk panties were soaked near her vulva, becoming transparent and clinging to her skin. I pulled down her panties, knelt between her legs, and kissed her from the inside of her ankles, down her calves, knees, and thighs, inch by inch, until I reached the base of her thighs. My face was only an inch away from her vulva. On her mons pubis, the thick pubic hair was soft and shiny black. Her labia majora were slightly parted, revealing pink labia minora. From the moist opening of her vagina, love juice slowly flowed down to her perineum. At the point where the labia met, the clitoris, the size of a soybean, broke through the layers of folds of her vulva, standing proudly erect. I stuck out my tongue, the tip of which pressed directly against her proud clitoris. Suddenly stimulated, she shuddered and couldn’t help but let out a soft “Ah!”

　　 My tongue circled the base of her clitoris, sometimes teasing it quickly, sometimes taking it entirely into my mouth like a nursing infant. Her most sensitive spot was intensely stimulated, her whole body tensed, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her hands gripping the sheets, her chest arching upwards, and her legs bent in a tense motion. After a whirlwind of stimulation on her clitoris, my tongue moved downwards, tracing its path across her labia majora and minora, sometimes licking them extensively. Her labia minora, engorged and purplish-red, swelled, and the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina dripped down her perineum onto the sheets, while some was carried upwards by my tongue, leaving her entire vulva soaking wet.

　　 I pressed my face close to her vulva, gently touching her clitoris with the tip of my nose. I tensed the muscles of my tongue, inserting it into her vagina in a cylindrical shape, moving it in and out, while simultaneously teasing the folds of her vaginal walls with the tip of my tongue. She was extremely aroused, her body twisting violently, her hips swaying from side to side, and she moaning incessantly.

　　 Finally, she couldn’t bear it any longer, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me upwards with all her might. I, too, was ready to pounce. I pulled down my underwear, leaned against her, propped myself up with my right hand, and grasped my already throbbing penis with my left, pressing the engorged head against her vulva. She held her breath, and I thrust my hips forward, my entire penis plunging inside her, the head reaching her very core! The unbearable emptiness was finally filled, and she let out a long moan, “Ah—”. Her insides were warm and wet, my penis enveloped tightly by the walls of her vagina.

　　 To let her fully experience the feeling of fulfillment, I paused for a moment before starting. I slowly withdrew to the entrance of her vagina, then quickly entered, gradually increasing the frequency and force. My pubic bone slammed against her mons pubis, making a “slap slap” sound. She closed her eyes, moaning “Oh my god—oh my god,” her hands wrapped around my waist, her breasts trembling with my rapid thrusts. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, her hands tightly gripping me, her vagina contracting rhythmically, a gush of hot fluid pouring onto my glans—she had reached orgasm. I almost lost control too; I quickly straightened up, my glans pressed against her clitoris, motionless.

　　 I leaned down, pressing my body close to hers, and kissed her lips. I extended my tongue, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, forcefully drawing my tongue deep into her mouth. Slowly, her vaginal contractions stopped, and her body softened. I kissed her while caressing her swollen breasts, and my lower body began to move again. After her earlier orgasm, her vagina was warmer and slipperier. I gently entered and exited, savoring the intoxicating comfort. Then I withdrew to the vaginal opening, my glans lightly rubbing against it, once, twice… When I counted to nine, she was already unbearably itchy. I suddenly thrust deeply, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft “Ah!” Deep inside, I paused briefly, then returned to the vaginal opening, eight shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, seven shallow thrusts followed by one deep one… She also became accustomed to my movements; whenever I was about to penetrate deeply, she would hold her breath and arch her hips to welcome my thrusts. After a few rounds, she became excited again, and her cervix deep inside her vagina began to harden once more. I remained deep inside her, my penis making circular motions within her, the glans massaging her clitoris in circles.

　　 I placed my hands under her buttocks, kneading them vigorously while massaging her wet perineum with my middle fingers. She pleasurably enjoyed the full, stimulating sensation within her. I stopped the grinding motion, spurred my horse on, and began a rapid, deep thrust, the “slap slap” of our bodies colliding echoing in the room once more. Her emotions grew increasingly heightened, her beautiful hair swaying from side to side with the movement of her head, her mouth uttering ecstatic cries, her body contorting like a snake. My rhythm quickened, my penis grew harder and harder, the glans increasingly hot, and finally, her hands gripped me tightly, her body arching again, accompanied by the contraction of her vaginal muscles, her cervix gushing out hot fluid once more. My glans went numb, accompanied by immense pleasure, and a stream of hot, thick semen gushed out, splashing repeatedly onto her clitoris…

　　 Almost two years have passed since then. Due to my classmate’s business dealings with her husband, we haven’t seen each other since that night, only able to confide in each other online. Not long after, she and her son went to the United States, and she was too busy with work to go online often. Occasionally, we still contact each other online, but I know that the feelings we shared online, and the intimacy of that night, will only remain deep in my memory.

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　　Chapter 46

　　 The bureau chief’s wife sighs in vain under the moon; I will become a shooting star to soothe your heart.

　　 This happened two years ago. Back then, I had just started learning about stocks, spending every day in front of the computer. Anyone who’s traded stocks knows that it can be quite boring, especially when you’ve invested all your money in a stock, only to see it fail to rise for several days. Selling it seems risky, but holding on means watching other stocks hit their daily limit up, some of which you were initially optimistic about. So, after investing all my money in a stock, I would simultaneously pray: “I hope the next few days won’t be boring.” However, things rarely go as planned.

　　 One day, I bought a stock with all my money. Stocks bought that day couldn’t be sold. Seeing that the market wasn’t showing any change, boredom began to creep in. Often at times like this, leaving the computer is impossible, so I usually kill time by playing online pool or cards. But this day, I had no interest in playing. Bored, I clicked into a chat room, intending to just observe. The chat room was filled with names like “Light Dance,” “Graceful Stem,” “One-Night Stand,” and “Telephone Passion.” Entering a boring chat room when bored isn’t exactly fun. Just as I was about to leave, a message appeared on the screen: “Let’s Chat Sincerely (Female).” —I think online chatting is about letting us take off our masks and have a real conversation. Since we don’t know each other online, why not be genuine? —So, I clicked on “Let’s Chat Sincerely (Female)” and said, “Hello…”

　　 She’s 31, from Hunan, and moved to Guangzhou with her husband after he left the military. She works as a deputy director in an office and has a seven-year-old son. Since our first chance encounter in a chat room, we’ve kept in touch via QQ. On QQ, she’s called “Xiaoyu,” and I’m called “Netfish.” Her work isn’t too demanding; her workplace provides her with a computer, so we can communicate anytime and talk about anything. When she achieves something at work, she’s the first to share her joy with me; when my stocks rise, we pray together for them to rise again tomorrow. Of course, there are also times of hardship. She often complains that her husband is always out socializing and rarely has a proper conversation, and that her son is mischievous and often doesn’t take her advice seriously. I, too, often worry about the Chinese capital market. When we’re happy, sharing our joy makes us even happier. When we’re down, we encourage each other until we both believe tomorrow will be better. Gradually, if one day the other doesn’t appear online, I start to miss them a little.

　　 And so, we communicated online for six months. During that time, I often wanted to meet her in person, but then I thought, since we were getting along so well, why not maintain the status quo? If we met and found that she wasn’t as good as I imagined, I might lose my initial enthusiasm. So, I decided it was better not to meet, after all, this online romance was hard-won.

　　 Later, I went to work for a decoration company. The boss was my classmate. He also liked to dabble in stocks, but he often didn’t have time. So, we started working together. When the market was open, I would keep an eye on the market for him. He also bought a laptop so that we could work anytime, anywhere when we were out socializing or running errands. After staring at the computer for so long, I also enjoyed moving around a bit.

　　 One day in May, my classmate’s company completed a renovation project at a new building. On the day of the inspection, my classmate specially hosted a banquet with over a dozen tables, inviting everyone from the client company. To avoid any appearance of extravagance, the venue was set up in the newly renovated building’s rooftop garden, and the meal was simply a buffet hot pot. As night fell, a bright moon slowly rose, a cool early summer breeze blew gently, and the newly planted flowers and plants emitted a fragrant aroma, creating a unique atmosphere. The ladies who arrived, the older ones, dressed elegantly and demurely, while the younger ones made the most of their youth, dressed in their finest attire. A lady sitting at the next table, facing me, caught my attention. She looked a bit like Tao Hong from the TV series “DA Shi”. She had long hair pulled back and wore a white, thin suit skirt with a matching white silk blouse underneath. She wore no makeup, just a light touch of lipstick. Wearing all white is not usually a good combination, as it can easily highlight skin imperfections. However, her skin was very white, smooth, and delicate. The white clothes made her look even more noble, elegant, and radiant.

　　 The banquet began, and of course, there was plenty of alcohol. My classmate pulled me along, and we went from the leaders’ table to the employees’ table, toasting each table. It turned out that this unit didn’t have a director yet; the deputy director was the head, and the woman in white was the director’s wife. This surprised me a bit. Usually, even if an official’s wife isn’t overbearing, she still exudes a sense of superiority, but I didn’t sense it at all from her words and actions. After a round of toasts, people started eating and drinking. But two tables remained the most lively: one was, of course, the director’s table, and the other was the director’s wife’s table. For the sake of their careers, subordinates generally wouldn’t miss an opportunity to impress their superiors. In such occasions, the thing to do to gain favor with the leaders was, of course, to toast them, including the director and his wife.

　　 The bureau chief’s wife seemed to be averse to alcohol; initially, she refused to drink at all, opting only for soda. However, she eventually succumbed to the enthusiasm of the crowd and began drinking small glasses of wine. After a few glasses, two rosy clouds rose on her fair face, her smile blossoming like a peach blossom, making her even more charming and alluring. One scene in particular remains unforgettable: after drinking, perhaps feeling a bit hot, she stood up as if to undress. The instant she pulled her suit jacket back, her breasts stood out prominently, the boundary between her breasts and bra clearly visible beneath the thin silk blouse.

　　 The banquet lasted about two hours, and people were slightly tipsy and full. Just then, a classmate came over, handed me my car keys, and said, “I’ll be going again after dinner…”