The whole process of a Shanghai young woman's derailment (adult novel about married women)

I remember it was May 2008. I was sent to Shanghai by my leader for the first time. The days on business trips were always boring and nothing special, just like the light in the refrigerator, which was so ordinary that people couldn’t even remember its color. So apart from boredom, I really couldn’t remember anything else worth recalling.

I don’t know which day it will be. I never chatted on QQ, but somehow I found a girl named Mimi and started my online life with her. Maybe it was because I was really bored, but I still remember the first time I chatted with her, we just said a few boring words to each other, such as hello, what are you doing, etc., which were as boring as bargaining for the price of pork in the vegetable market, and then we chatted silently. This kind of chat lasted for a while, and I even got used to saying nonsense like hehe.

The weather in Shanghai in June was still quite hot, and I continued this chat out of boredom. However, there were some changes. I also learned her name and some information from the Internet, of course, I got them by exchanging my own name and information. She is 26 years old, graduated from a junior college, and works as a clerk in Xujiahui, Shanghai. What surprised me most was that she was actually married and had a three-year-old child. I have always been a little puzzled about this.

It’s just that we have never video chatted or looked at each other’s photos or anything, just a bunch of text messages every day. I always thought that I would never get used to the boring chat game rules on the Internet, but I still couldn’t escape such rules. I actually wanted to meet her.

It was an ordinary day in June in Shanghai. She and I had agreed to meet near Zhongshan Park. I arrived at the entrance of Zhongshan Park early, feeling a little nervous and excited like a child. She was wearing a white dress with a little pattern that day. She is 162-163cm tall and looks quite slim, probably weighing only 100 pounds. She has long hair draped over her shoulders and a pair of not-so-big single eyelids on her oval face, which are very charming. She is not wearing any makeup, but has a rather simple feeling. She should be a more traditional Shanghai woman, which is not at all consistent with the open-minded Shanghai women I have heard before. However, she is much more beautiful than I imagined.

I am a more traditional person. I prefer Chinese girls with long hair, yellow skin and big eyes. We had dinner together and then went to the most boring place like KFC to chat. I have never liked places like KFC because I think those places are synonymous with junk food. Another reason is that those places do not allow people like me who are more likely to abide by the no-smoking regulations and who smoke a lot to smoke. Our first meeting ended with us chatting in such a ghost place.

I returned to my residence but couldn't remember what we talked about, but I had already started a new attempt to meet my online friend. The days that followed were spent chatting with her day after day. We talked about everything like friends, and of course, I was slowly captured by the Internet. During the time I was on a business trip in Shanghai, my mind was basically blank except for chatting with her every day. I was depressed every day. I always wanted to escape, always wanted to escape from this depressing construction site in Shanghai.

In the blink of an eye, more than three months passed. In November 2008, I finally couldn't stay at the construction site in Shanghai anymore. I finally found a reason to return to Guangzhou. But the person I was most reluctant to leave was her. I sent her a text message with some loss, but the heaviness of the separation made me unable to let go for a long time.

(We have only met once in the past six months. Although due to geographical and time constraints, we are quite far away. She is in Zhabei and I am in Minhang. For a lazy person like me, the rest of the time we chatted online. Isn’t that very unhelpful!)

After returning to Guangzhou, I spend less time online. I seem to have slowly returned to my real self, no longer thinking about it every night. There is no longer the sound of keyboard typing, there is only an occasional remembrance, and there is only an occasional ten minutes of concern. In August 2009, I was sent to Shanghai by my leader again, and I resumed my online romance with her. Haha, maybe this is just fate. We still chat every night like before, like a concern, more like a habit (at least that's what I think). I remember once I said: Chatting with you is like falling in love. It’s pretty good... She said: What do you think of me?

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt so lost, an inexplicable sadness. I was thinking about something quietly by myself. I knew I couldn't change anything, nor could I ask for anything. I could only bury my feelings deep in my heart. Even a deep kiss in the virtual world became a luxury. I suddenly realized that I had really fallen in love with this Shanghai woman, but what could I do?

I remember the second time we met on an ordinary night in October 2009. After dinner, we walked on the streets of Shanghai like a couple. That was the longest distance I have walked since I came to Shanghai, and it was also the happiest torture I felt in Shanghai. We walked and talked, and I held her hand. It was so natural. I really wanted to kiss her and hug her, but I didn’t dare to take this step. I just walked with her silently... When we left, she sent me a text message asking: Why didn’t you hug me? I didn't know what to say, so I replied saying that I really liked her. Just like that, the second meeting gave me a warm feeling. hehe!

The winter in Shanghai in November is still quite warm, at least I think so. That day, after having hotpot with her (the name of the shop seemed to be Crab Soldiers and Shrimp Generals), we walked on a remote and somewhat scary road (there happened to be several broken street lights at night, and there was a road with a small woods on the side of the road, it was God's will). Maybe it was because I drank some wine, I don't know why I suddenly wanted to kiss her so much.

I plucked up my courage, took her hand, and hugged her tightly. She struggled at first, but then stopped moving. I stroked her long hair from behind. When I kissed her ear gently (she told me during our chat that she liked people kissing her ears), she let out a soft "hmm", which stimulated my sexual desire even more. I kissed her ear more and more frantically, and her breathing became heavier. I could clearly feel her trembling with nervousness, fear, and excitement.

So I began to slowly kiss her lips, she cooperated and slightly opened her cherry-like mouth, I quickly put my tongue into her mouth, her tongue was very warm and sensual, we kissed passionately for about five or six minutes, at this time she had already put her arms tightly around my neck, I could see that she was enjoying the excitement of this affair. At this time my brother was already so hard that I pressed my lower body tightly against her sensitive parts and moved my butt hard so that my brother could rub her lower body better.

The winter in Shanghai in November is relatively warm. I was wearing a pair of casual tight pants and she was wearing the trousers issued by the company. Although there were two layers of pants between us, I could feel the warmth of her lower body. I was not satisfied with this. Her hands had moved from my neck to my waist. I slowly moved my hands to her chest. I could feel her heartbeat through her coat and bra.

I slowly unbuttoned her chest, one by one, and finally I could see her white breasts. Judging from the depth of her cleavage, her breasts should not be very big. I gently put my hand in the gap between her breasts and bra and caressed her soft breasts. I gently teased her nipples with my fingertips and at the same time rubbed my brother tighter against her lower body. I could feel her hands holding me getting heavier and heavier.

So I kissed her lips again, and this time she cooperated with my tongue more wildly. I reached my hand directly from her back into her pants. She was wearing a silk thong, which felt very smooth. Her buttocks were very perky on both sides, the kind of sexy buttocks that make people imagine at first sight. It feels good and plump to the touch. I am the kind of person who is quite demanding on women's buttocks, but her buttocks can definitely be considered first-class.

I fully enjoyed the pleasure brought to me by her beautiful buttocks. Soon I separated our bodies a little bit, because this would make some space so that my hand could touch her vagina. I moved my hand slowly from her beautiful buttocks to the front. Because my hand was in her panties the whole time, I quickly touched her pubic hair. She had a lot of and very thick pubic hair. I heard that women with a lot of thick pubic hair have stronger sexual desire.

So I reached my hand to her vulva, which was already flooded at this time. I slowly opened her vagina with my fingertips. Because there was a lot of water and it was very slippery, I found her clitoris along her vagina. Then I stopped my fingers on her clitoris and rubbed it slowly. She was stimulated even more and hugged me tighter with her hands.

From time to time, I heard a few moans. A woman's moan is the best motivation for a man. I rubbed her clitoris harder and harder, and her moans became louder and louder. Although it was a small path, it was inevitable that people would pass by occasionally, but I felt that it was more exciting this way.

So I started to use my fingers to insert into her vagina along the slit of her vagina and then pull them out and go back along the slit of her vagina to her clitoris, stroking her clitoris, and then repeating the same action. At this time, she was completely crazy, moaning one after another, and her hands were touching me all over. So I said, "Touch my brother too." She quickly helped me unbuckle my belt and buttons, and put her hand into my underwear. She held my brother with her small hand and stroked it up and down.

Since the space in my underwear was a bit narrow, she began to touch my urethra with her fingertips. The itching made my hands move more vigorously. We kept caressing each other's genitals. It lasted for about ten minutes. Suddenly, I felt her shiver violently, and a stream of hot semen shot out from her lower body onto my hands and her underwear. I knew she had an orgasm.

But at this moment, I felt more and more sad. My little brother was so hard that it hurt. I really wanted to insert it into her vagina! But this is a public place so I had to bear with it, and I said to her, "Please help me get it out too." She kissed me on the face in a naughty way and said: You must be so miserable! But her hands were working harder to help me stroke my brother's penis. But stroking like this will only make me feel worse and won't solve the problem at all.

So I said: Let's get a room, and you don't go back tonight. She said: No, her mother-in-law is watching her all day long, and her husband will never let her spend the night outside. I said: Then tell them you are staying at your mother's house tonight. She said: Her mother-in-law and husband would call her mother and ask if she was there. Oh, so depressed! So I ended our third meeting with her feeling very uncomfortable and depressed.

Ever since the crazy caressing during our last meeting, our subsequent chats have become very obscene and violent. We have sex with texts online, often chatting until one or two o'clock in the morning. I felt that I was slowly becoming more and more dependent on her, so I began to fantasize wildly about having sex with her, to the point that I accidentally broke my finger when I went to a construction site to watch the brothers work. When I told her, she said with concern that I would come to see you this Saturday, and I said okay.

Today is Wednesday, and there are still three days until Saturday. So I began to fantasize about various scenarios of meeting on Saturday. Time passed so slowly at this moment. The three days of waiting felt like three years. Finally, Saturday came. I got up early, took a shower, tidied up the room, and sent her a text message asking when she would come. She told me that she had already gone out and would be here around 10:30.

So I looked at the time and saw that it was still early, only 9:30, so I went out to Yonghe Soy Milk near the bus stop to have breakfast, of course mainly to wait for her. The weather in Shanghai that day was already a bit cold, and it was drizzling, the kind of drizzle, and the whole city was shrouded in a kind of fog, which felt a different kind of hazy beauty.

Time passed by minute by minute, 10:30...10:40...10:50 she still hadn't arrived. Perhaps it was the urgent and eager mood that dominated my anxiety. I kept calling her to ask why she hadn't arrived yet. She said she didn't know where she was because it was her first time in Minhang. Finally, at 11:00, she called me and said she had got off the bus. I saw her figure from afar through the glass in the Yonghe Soy Milk Shop.

I trotted over excitedly and patted her shoulder gently, and we smiled knowingly. That day she was wearing a pair of tight black knee-length pants and a pair of knee-high leather boots. From the gap between the pants and the boots, I could see that she was wearing tight black stockings (when we were chatting, I told her that I like girls who wear black stockings). She was wearing a black windbreaker that covered her thighs. She looked particularly sexy and charming in all black.

We chatted all the way, and she picked up my injured finger which was wrapped tightly and asked softly: Does it still hurt? I said: The pain doesn’t occur anymore after seeing you. She said mischievously: Is that so? Then I pinched my injured finger gently, but it didn't hurt at all. I pretended to be in pain to tease her. She believed me and said: Who told you to be so bad? I leaned close to her ear in a naughty way, blew gently into her ear, and said: You have to make it up to me later! She pinched my arm hard, and her shy yet young-looking behavior made me feel itchy inside, and I couldn't wait to go back to the room.

Finally we returned to the little house I rented in Shanghai. As soon as we entered the door, I couldn't wait to hug her from behind. She hummed softly and curled up her body. Although she didn't resist, I could feel that she had an inexplicable anticipation and fear for what would happen next.

I smelled the fragrance of her hair and gently pushed her hair to her ear, I blew a breath in her ear and slowly kissed her earlobe, my erect penis pressed tightly against her sexy buttocks and rubbed up and down. Her breathing gradually became heavier and she moaned from time to time. I slowly unbuttoned her chest and reached directly into her breasts to caress them. She held my hand tightly that was caressing her breasts, and I could really feel her emotions of fear and desire.

We hugged and kissed like this, and I stumbled and pushed her down on the bed. I began to kiss her sweet lips madly. She closed her eyes and let me touch her body. I could no longer control my lust. Maybe it was because I was too nervous and excited. I couldn't untie the belt of her pants. I was so anxious that I broke out in a sweat. She was quite considerate and quickly untied her belt herself. I took the opportunity to joke with her: Why are you so impatient? She hit my chest hard twice and said: You are so annoying, you are so bad. I said: Well, I have something worse!

So I put my hand directly into her vagina. She didn't expect me to put my hand in so quickly, so she naturally said: No! Then one hand tightly grasped my hand. At this time, I didn't care about so many things and slid my fingers directly into her vagina. Her vagina was already very wet, and I reached her clitoris smoothly. I rubbed her clitoris slowly with my fingertips. She had given up resistance at this time and closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure brought by my touch.

As the rhythm of my stroking increased, she moaned, and one of her hands naturally began to stroke my brother through my pants. I couldn't stand such stimulation, my brother had been swollen and uncomfortable in my pants, so I got up and quickly took off my trousers and underwear, rubbed my naked lower body against her vagina, and shouted: xx, I want you, I love you! She also echoed: xxx, I love you too, I want you too!

I lay on top of her and slowly took off her underwear and bra. She closed her eyes shyly, and her face flushed. It was the first time I saw her breasts. Although they were not very big, I could not hold them completely with one hand. Her breasts were beautiful, without any sagging after giving birth. I gently stroked her breasts with one hand and teased her nipples with my fingertips, while burying my head in her other breast and kissing it.

Due to the all-round sensory stimulation from my lower body, hands and mouth, she became hot and her hands left red marks on my back. I slowly kissed down from her breasts. She kept twisting her petite body to cooperate with my kiss. Her abdomen was flat and smooth. When I kissed her lower abdomen, she pressed her hands tightly on my head. I slowly took off her trousers and stroked her long legs and vagina through her stockings. The texture of the stockings was very good. They should be of high-end quality and there was no astringency at all to the touch.

I kissed her vagina through her stockings and felt waves of heat coming towards me. Her feet naturally jumped straight with her legs slightly apart. I kissed her thighs, groins, vagina and lower abdomen back and forth because I wanted to appreciate her perfect, sexy and slender lower body in stockings. It was a love enjoyment.

When her stockings and panties were removed, she shyly put her legs together, so I kissed back and forth between her thighs and abdomen like before, and soon she naturally spread her legs, and I could clearly see her vagina. Her pubic hair was very thick, and her vagina was red, so I put her legs on my shoulders, buried my head deeply in her vagina, licked her labia with my tongue, and rubbed her clitoris back and forth with one hand.

At this time, she could no longer control herself. She made sounds like "hmm" and "no" from her mouth, and her hands were touching her breasts. Suddenly, she put her legs down and sat up, hugged me and kissed me madly. She put her tongue directly into my mouth and kissed me, moaning and saying: I want it!

So I lay on top of her, rubbed my penis against her vagina gently, and she said shyly: Come in! I thrust my body forward, and as her lower body was already flooded, I inserted my penis directly into her vagina. She screamed, and as I thrust faster and faster, she twisted her butt to cater to my insertion, and the moans from her mouth became louder and louder. She clutched the corner of the quilt tightly with both hands. Maybe it was because she hadn't had sex for too long, or maybe it was the first time she felt the excitement of cheating.

After a few minutes I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I increased the speed of insertion, and she seemed to sense that I was about to climax, and she twisted her butt even more wildly to accommodate my deeper insertion. As my insertion became more and more intense, her reaction became more and more intense, and finally I shot my hot semen into her vagina. I didn't pull out my penis immediately. I lay on top of her and hugged her tightly. She also hugged me tightly. That was how we had our first secret lovemaking.