Seaside (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

I love women, but I despise them. Over the past decade, their numbers in my life have increased. I began to confuse and forget many people and things. Sometimes I suddenly wondered if someone or something was just a short dream of mine one night? Their appearances, bodies, smells and all those details, except for the first time and some special ones, have begun to blur. But one thing is certain, as the number of "them" increases, I am losing more and more confidence in this thing called women.

Later, I found that I began to care less about the physical pleasure these affairs brought me. What I saw more was their betrayal behind each so-called affair - either to their lovers, or to their husbands and families. Out of disappointment, I have not married till now and have an irregular sex life.

But now is my season - summer is here, and I feel the same as the scavenging jackals on the African grasslands when the dry season comes. The carcasses of animals that died of thirst are everywhere, and my season of "eating enough" has arrived; then comes the autumn with gastrointestinal discomfort, and when winter comes, I hibernate in frustration.

When I was a child, I was fascinated by the story of the winterbirds. They played to their heart's content in the summer without caring about the coming winter, when they would freeze to death or starve to death miserably. The miserable deaths of freezing and starvation and the joyful and crazy games are all equally passionate and tragic, and I like them like drama. And I know what the most dangerous and stupid thing in the world is, so I'll give a word of wisdom to the guys here: "Never let your woman go to the beach alone."

The story of me, summer, the sea, and women began by accident. At that time, I was assigned to work in shipping in this coastal city. It was a very busy and stressful job. I didn't have many friends and felt lonely and depressed, so after get off work I became addicted to swimming at the beach. After get off work, the sunlight is not strong, so I usually bring a volleyball: swim for an hour, find someone to play beach volleyball for an hour, go back to the single dormitory exhausted, get some food and have two bottles of beer, and then sleep like a pig without even a dream, unlike the single guys in other dormitories who always use young people's methods to solve insomnia problems.

Once, a domestic ship we represented was preparing to load goods for Europe at our port, and several family members of the crew members came to visit from other places. The wives of the crew members always looked for opportunities to meet their husbands whom they had not seen for a long time during the three or four days when their husbands' ship was loading goods at the domestic port. This kind of visit was particularly aimed at satisfying sexual desires, and they came with their long-lost, hungry bodies and burning desires.

Usually after they meet, they will find a hotel on the shore, close the door, and not come out for three days except for eating. When the crew return to the ship, they all have dark circles under their eyes and walk unsteadily, while the women are mostly radiant and in high spirits. We in this industry often like to joke about this.

That time, the ship was delayed in arriving from the Korean port because it was avoiding a typhoon in the summer. The women stayed in a hotel and came to our office every day to ask about the ship's schedule. Among them, the wife of the ship’s telegraph operator was very young and beautiful. I heard that her husband joined the ship just two months after their marriage, and she hadn’t seen her man for half a year. Every time she came, she was very shy and didn’t talk much. I always paid close attention to her.

Later on Saturday, the shipping company sent us a telegram saying that the ship was not going to come to our port and would go directly to Indonesia to load other goods. We didn’t know the phone number of the crew’s family’s hotel, so we had no way to notify them and could only wait for them to come and ask themselves.

The next day was Sunday, and I was on duty alone. She came early in the morning and told me that the other family members complained about the hot weather, so they sent only her to ask for news. Maybe because there was no one in the office, she was not as shy as usual. When I told her that the ship was not coming, I could see her sharp disappointment.

She paused for a long time, sighed and said, "It's a wasted trip." I told her that we would inform her when there is a chance in the future. She hadn't had any communication with anyone for a few days and was feeling bored, so she started chatting with me. I knew she was from the mainland and had never seen the sea. She waited in the hotel all day and didn't go out alone. Then she said goodbye and went back to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, she came alone again when I was on duty in the afternoon. This time she was wearing very bright and revealing clothes. I guess she was going to wear these clothes after meeting her husband. She became very excited and told me that her family members had all gone back and she couldn't come here for nothing, so she wanted to go and have some fun on her own and asked me how to get to the beach.

I saw that she was very happy, so I told her that I was about to get off work and was going swimming, so I could take her. She agreed immediately.

She sat down on the sofa in the office. Her skirt was very short, immediately exposing her two white thighs. She became shy and tried to pull up her skirt quietly, but it couldn't cover it at all, which made me distracted.

After get off work, I rode the smuggled motorcycle I just bought. She started to hesitate again and didn't want to sit behind me. Maybe it was because her skirt was too short and she was afraid of exposing herself. I handed her the volleyball and told her that there were girls wearing bikinis who went directly to the bathing beach. Then she sat behind me, but she didn't hug my waist. She just put her hands on my shoulders. Then I deliberately drove very fast, feeling very happy.

When she came out of the changing room after changing into her swimsuit, it was my turn to feel shy. Her very white and full breasts were clearly visible in the swimsuit. I couldn't look at her for too long. I didn't want my brother to embarrass himself in public, so I went down to swim immediately.

She had a lot of fun in the sea, she smiled the whole time, let me hold her hand and teach her how to swim, then we played volleyball on the beach, she was very good at it, but unfortunately too many people joined in later. We went to soak in the sea again. She asked me to swim for her and then she waved to me from a distance.

We didn't rinse off until dark and left the beach. This time she held my waist in the car and my breathing became rapid because every time I slowed down and braked, I could feel something soft against my back.

I invited her to eat seafood. She doesn't drink, but I drank a little. I talked a lot, but she just listened and laughed.

I sent her back to the hotel very late. At that time, I was not an experienced person, so I said goodbye to her honestly. I regretted it when I got back. Then I thought about her body and made a mistake that young people often make.

When I got off work the next day, when she stopped my car not far from the company gate, I just said, "I thought you all went home." Then she sat behind me without saying a word. I was so ecstatic that I felt like flying.

On the seaside boulevard, she gently pressed her face against my back and breathed in the scent of my neck; in the water, she asked me to hold her lower abdomen while I taught her to swim, but we were always distracted. Later when it was dark we came out and she suggested that we go to my dorm to make dinner. Then she told me that she didn't drink with me yesterday because she was worried that I would drink and drive.

We all drank a lot this time and didn't talk much, which was very awkward. After drinking for a long time, she started crying. I didn't know why she was crying, so I shook her shoulders. She suddenly fell on my arms and cried loudly. I was very worried that the guys next door would hear it. She hugged my waist and it hurt me a little. She stopped crying as soon as I started kissing her.

I touched her breasts, and she nervously accepted my touch, but when I put my hand under her skirt, she firmly stopped me. I could only keep kissing her mouth and breasts for a long time. Later, I got tired of kissing her, and she noticed it. She whispered in a nervous and hoarse voice, "Turn off the light."

After I turned off the lights, I went back to her. She started to kiss me actively. Then, she took my hand and put it there. I reached my hand in from the edge of her panties and found that it was as slippery as if it was oiled. I gently stroked her flower buds. She convulsed and clamped my hand with her legs. Then she bit my lips, and the salty taste made her bleed.

We did it six times that night. I was very quick in the first two times, about 10 minutes each. She wasn't very proactive either. Later I asked her in a low voice, "Will it be possible..." She said she came after taking some medicine.

I don't know what nerve her word "medicine" touched, but she started to become active and crazy. She moaned loudly every time after that, and even screamed before she reached orgasm. I had no choice but to block her mouth with my mouth. During that time, I was tired one time and fell asleep for a while. Her touch woke me up, and then we started again.

At that time, I only knew one traditional position, and she didn't know any other tricks. When I got up the next day, I found that my knees were red and swollen from being rubbed by the bamboo mat. I left her in my dormitory while I went to work. When I came back at noon, she was gone. Her swimsuit was left at my place. I never saw this woman again since then.

(two)

After she left, I was uneasy for a long time. I always thought that she would stop my car on the way home from get off work one day, so I went swimming every day. After a month, I was completely disappointed.

One day when we were playing volleyball, two girls wanted to join us. Usually on the beach, if you want to join us, you just have to stand at the edge and someone will pass the ball to you. When you catch it, you will be recognized by everyone. But they didn't know the rule. They stood in the middle of our circle. One of them, a plain-looking girl in a black swimsuit, asked in Shaanxi Mandarin: "Whose ball is this?"

Everyone stopped and I said, "It's mine, what's wrong?" She said seriously, "Can we join in?" We all laughed and started playing together.

Later they told me that they were girls from Xi’an who came to travel together. One of them looked ordinary, while the other looked very pure. Obviously they have been made a little naughty by the beach, waves, sunshine, salty air and many naked people, and their sexual desires have been opened.

When it was getting dark, I met them again at the entrance of the bathhouse and greeted them. We stopped at the door and started chatting. The not-so-good-looking guy was very talkative. I secretly glanced at the prettier-looking guy. They said they didn't know what to do after dark and were very interested in my smuggled KAWASAKI off-road KTM.

I said, "Yes! It's a pity that it can't hold three people. Otherwise, I'll take you for a ride in the mountains. There are many beautiful villas and the garden of Song Ziwen, the former Kuomintang leader."

Later, the talkative guy asked me to treat them to dinner, so I went to dinner with two strange girls with wet hair. During the dinner, they told me that they all had boyfriends. The two girls were very good friends and joked that some people said they were lesbians.

After that, everyone went their separate ways. The ugly girl insisted on riding in my car and even instigated her friends to ride with her. I said, "Sure! There are no traffic police at night anyway." So they all got in and the ugly girl sat behind me, which made me feel a little regretful.

The next evening when I went to the beach, they were already waiting there, so we all played together. Later they said they wanted to treat me back, so we went to the same restaurant as yesterday. The atmosphere that day was not as good as the day before. It was always dull and they seemed to be worried about something.

When we came out later, the ugly one told me that she was not feeling well and asked me to take the beautiful one to the mountain I mentioned yesterday for a ride. Both the beautiful one and I felt that it was inappropriate, but she insisted and we just took a taxi and left.

So I took the innocent-looking girl for a ride in the mountains, and I showed her many old villas and sanatoriums whose walls were covered with green climbing plants. While we were walking and chatting on a mountain dam, I held her hand and she didn't refuse.

The mountains were very cool and quiet. Later, when the moon rose, I took her to the former garden of T.V. Soong, which is now a park. We found a secluded chair and sat down. While we were chatting, I suddenly touched her bare legs without stockings. She looked at me and said nothing. I explained, "It seemed like I saw a mosquito biting your leg." She laughed, so I pulled her over and kissed her.

While kissing her, I reached my hand into her clothes to touch her breasts. Her breasts were not big, but her nipples were very sensitive, and her skin was very smooth and delicate. She suddenly stopped while she was busy. It turned out that she noticed another couple in the distance walking towards this side. We stopped and sat down. She said, "It's so late, and there are still people here! How annoying." I said, "Yeah! Why don't we find a more secluded place."

It took us a long time to finally find a stone bench to sit down in a place where the grass and trees were the most lush and there was no road.

I began to kiss her chest. She was very impulsive and pressed my head hard against her chest. Then I began to kiss her chest while touching her thighs upwards. At first I just passed by there inadvertently, and then I put my hand in. I heard her take a long breath.

Her pussy was very sparse, I massaged her buds back and forth, she twisted her hips to match the rhythm of my movements, I was very excited, I unzipped my pants, pulled her hand to touch my brother, she took my brother out of her pants and rubbed it, then she kept twisting her body to press my head down from her chest, I kissed her belly button.

Almost a year later, I realized that she might have wanted me to lick her there, but I didn't understand it at the time.

We touched each other's genitals and began to lose control. I laid her down on the stone chair and was about to take off her panties. She sat up, and I still remember her expression in the moonlight. She said, "Is it okay, here?" I said, "It's almost one o'clock. No one can find us here." She said wait a minute, then she stood up, lifted her skirt, twisted her body to pull her shorts down to her knees, then sat on my lap and covered myself with her skirt.

I understood what she meant, but my brother couldn't find the way to the paradise, and he was very anxious because he had never entered a woman from behind before.

She slowly raised her buttocks (in my impression, the movements of her lifting her skirt, twisting her body to take off her panties and lifting her buttocks and moving it to find entry were the sexiest, and I will always remember them), then she aimed and slowly sat down. I entered, and we both paused for a moment to experience this entry and acceptance. Then I started moving, rubbing her small but firm breasts with both hands. She also started to twist her body, but dared not make any sound because it was very quiet around her.

After she got my assurance that the environment was safe, she was able to be very engaged and relaxed, but I started to worry. I was afraid that a park ranger would suddenly appear out of nowhere. Also, I had never had sex in a natural outdoor environment, and I was not familiar with entering a woman from behind, so it was difficult for me to reach orgasm, so I lasted a very long time.

During this period, I could feel her reaching the peak several times and relaxing several times. I didn't check the time, it was probably almost an hour, but I still didn't have an orgasm, so I laid her down on the stone bench and did it from the front for a few minutes before I ejaculated inside her.

We found that there was nothing to wipe with, so she took out her washed but not dried swimsuit and wiped it for me, and then for herself. After throwing away her swimsuit, she half-lay in my arms. We talked. I asked her, "You went back very late. Your girlfriend must know what we did." She said, "Don't be afraid. We are better than sisters."

She asked me what I thought of her not-so-pretty partner, and I said, "No, you should know that I was thinking of you from the beginning!"

She said, "You are so heartless. It's a pity to waste other people's kindness..."

I asked her why, and she told me: "In fact, she likes you very much, and she strongly encouraged the two of us to do it and created opportunities."

I joked, "That's really a Wang Po!"

She was silent for a long time, then said, "You don't understand, she is still a virgin... otherwise, she would be the one coming today."

That summer I kept thinking about these two girls from Xi'an. One was talkative and cheerful, but had a mediocre appearance. She was very pure. The other one looks pure, beautiful and shy, but she has all kinds of tricks and is not shy at all when doing it. From then on, I learned not to judge women by their appearance and performance.

Of course, the ending of my story is the same as the previous one: I went to the beach again and they never appeared again. They returned to their homes and to the arms of their boyfriends to continue their stories.

In my many experiences, only a few women asked for my phone number, and only a few of them called me. Only three of them met me again. The other women just regarded me as an environment like the sea and the beach during their vacation, or a facility like a restaurant or a hotel. They used us to relax their minds and indulge their youth.

(three)

I can't remember whether it was the summer of the second or third year, but I was so obsessed with going to the beach to swim in the evening that it was a bit abnormal. I often had business dinners after get off work in the evening, and I turned them down whenever I could. After spending a day in an air-conditioned office, if I don't go to the beach to swim or play beach volleyball in my swimming trunks to sweat it out after work, I feel uncomfortable everywhere, can't eat or sleep well, and it's like I'm sick. In addition to romantic encounters, swimming also brings other benefits - you know, the men with the best physiques are not bodybuilders, but swimmers!

There are a lot of people on the beach on weekend afternoons. When it’s crowded, we can’t even play beach volleyball because the beach is so crowded that there is no space left. Sometimes the ball is hit by a less skilled player and hits someone resting on the beach, causing a dispute.

That time, the guy opposite me hit the ball when he was smashing it towards me, and it hit the head of a woman who was sitting on a beach chair under a parasol not far behind me, and even knocked her sunglasses off. I ran over to pick up the ball and kept saying sorry to her. She mistakenly thought it was me who did it and glared at me reproachfully, while stroking her sandy hair. I picked up the sunglasses and handed them back to her. She put them on with an indifferent look and said nothing.

At that time, I always felt that I had seen this proud woman with a wide-brimmed straw hat, a plump and fair figure somewhere before, but she had put on sunglasses and I was embarrassed to stare at her, so I apologized again and took the ball back to continue playing. In order to avoid making mistakes, my partner and I switched positions, so that I was facing the woman on the beach chair. The woman was originally sitting with her back to us facing the sea. Maybe she was worried about the flying ball from behind, so she simply turned the chair around to watch us play.

I got excited when there were beautiful women watching me play basketball. It happened that the guys I played with that day were not very good, so I ran very hard and paid attention to my posture, often making some beautiful diving saves. Now when I think about it, I was as stupid as a dog, biting its tail and turning in circles just to please its mistress. I feel ashamed when I think about it.

While playing ball, I saw the woman answering the phone for a long time while looking at us. One time, our ball rolled in front of her. She tilted her head to talk on the phone and kicked the ball lightly with her foot with red toenails.

Later, we were tired, so we went back to the sea to continue swimming. When I passed by her, I stopped and asked her, "Is your head okay? I'm really sorry, a guy didn't know how to play and hit you." She looked up from behind her sunglasses and stared at me for a long time, then pointed her chin at the empty beach chair next to her and said, "Sit down!"

I was confused: she should have said it was no problem, or scolded us and then I went swimming, so what did she mean by asking me to sit? A bit confused. As I thought about it, I still sat obediently in the chair next to her.

She stood up and adjusted her chair back to face the sea like the one I was sitting on. Then she sat down, expressionless, looking at the people playing in the sea in the distance with boredom. I looked at her and wanted to say something, like "Have we met somewhere before?" but she didn't even look at me and obviously didn't want to talk to me.

I studied her and noticed that she was actually older than I had initially thought, already a middle-aged woman. Her clothes and hair were very elegant and she had an extraordinary demeanor, but her sunglasses were obviously a man's and were very loose; she was of medium height and very plump. As I watched, I began to feel uncomfortable, because I realized that although she was looking into the distance with boredom, she obviously noticed that I was staring at her and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

I didn't want to just sit there, so I was about to stand up and say, "If you have no problem, I'll go swimming." At this time, she turned her head and started talking to me. She asked me, "Are you a local?" Her tone was very gentle, and her voice was beautiful and mellow, with a Beijing accent.

She said she had been here with a tour group two or three years ago, but it was very rushed. She finally had some free time this summer to come for vacation. She complained about the inconveniences and poor service, and finally she said the seafood here was not as good as the one she lived in inland cities.

I said, "That's impossible! Where do you eat? It feels like that." She named the best hotel in the area and told me that she stayed there. In fact, I often go to that hotel because many of our clients stay there.

I told her that there was a food poisoning incident in the Chinese restaurant of that hotel last year. Many diners suffered from vomiting and diarrhea, which had a very bad impact on the hotel. Since then, this hotel has become conservative in its catering. For example, seafood is cooked too late, and they rarely provide fresh and spicy cold dishes.

She said, "Really? Then where is better?" I recommended many restaurants to her, and finally I told her that the best seafood is actually from the big restaurants in fishing villages run by fishermen, which are really special. She said, "Is it dirty?" "Not bad," I said. She said it was indecent for a woman to sit on the street and eat so much, and we both laughed.

Then her phone rang again and she answered it. Although she spoke in a low voice, I could still hear that she was flirting with a man. I thought this woman was weird in every way and not really a sister, so it would be meaningless to be with her. When she finally finished the call, I said, "I'm so sorry for bumping into you while playing ball today. Haha, it's getting late, I should go back. See you later!" and stood up and prepared to leave.

She scolded me, "Are you leaving? If you really wanted to apologize, shouldn't you treat me to a meal at that fishing village?" I laughed, thinking she was joking, and quickly said, "Of course you can!" Unexpectedly, she actually stood up and went to get her bag.

I came out of the men's locker room and she was waiting for me outside. I looked at her wide-brimmed straw hat and sunglasses and felt very frustrated, because when I was with this cunning woman, I always obeyed and she always liked to take the initiative in everything. For example, if I want to ride my bike, she would say, "Let's park it in the parking lot of the bathhouse," but we still take a taxi.

When we sat in front of the "Lights on" food stall, I realized that I didn't bring my wallet when I came to swim, and I only had a small amount of money in my clothes. I was really embarrassed and anxious, so I randomly ordered some cheap dishes. She said, "Would you like some wine?" I said, "Okay, boss, two bottles of beer." She said, "Beer? I don't like it. Do you have any wine, such as dry red wine?" I said, "We only have beer and white wine here."

The boss was very "helpful" and said it was easy and he could go to a nearby store to do it for you. She said, "Okay, then get a bottle first!" I thought to myself: "Damn it! I'll have to find a way back to the dormitory to get my wallet later. 'While cursing this old woman, he said, "She's so stupid."

But these were nothing. When the first dish came up, she poured wine, took off her sunglasses, and prepared to start eating. The more I looked at her under the light, the more I felt something was wrong. I felt like my head was a little confused: "You...you are not...are you XXX?"

She smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Eat yours!"