He slept with a female teacher while doing business.

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That year I was 24, a time when hormones were raging, and I was constantly thinking about women, like a tireless machine.

One day, I was at the company working when a colleague called to say a teacher from my school was looking for me. I was puzzled; I'd graduated a few years ago, had I done anything wrong? (My homeroom teacher used to call my parents a lot during my school days, so I was a little afraid of teachers). Muttering to myself, I went downstairs. At the company reception, I asked who was looking for me, and following the direction they pointed, I froze: a black miniskirt, fair legs, firm breasts, and those mesmerizing eyes—she instantly captivated me. My mind went completely blank; I didn't know what to say.

"You are XX?" Those words snapped me back to reality. "Yes, I am," I nodded blankly. "I'm from XX school. I'd like to consult your company about some business. Is that convenient for you?" "Sure, sure," I replied, rather stupidly, without even a reply. I then gave her a detailed explanation of the business, which she readily accepted. Before leaving, she asked for my phone number, saying she could contact me anytime if she had any questions. I excitedly repeated my number three times, asking her to call me back so I could save her number as well. I also asked for her name. (For safety reasons, I won't mention her name.) Days passed, and her image filled my mind every day. I wondered when I would see her again, even fantasizing about when I could seduce her. Perhaps my persistence moved the heavens, for in my eager anticipation, the phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw "Teacher X," oh my god! My hands trembled as I pressed the answer button. The voice I had been longing for came from the other end of the line. That day, we only discussed some business matters; nothing else. After that, I thought I couldn't just call her every day; I needed to take the initiative. I believed that effort would eventually pay off, and what happened afterward confirmed my decision. From then on, I would text her whenever I had free time, and we gradually became familiar with each other, eventually starting to chat on the phone.

This went on for a month, neither too hot nor too cold. Then one night, she suddenly called me, saying she had made a lot of braised pork and couldn't finish it all, inviting me over for some (by the way, I was living in the company dormitory at the time, and the company was just across the street from her apartment). I was so excited! I felt like my heart was going to burst. My intuition told me that something was definitely going to happen that night, so I quickly washed up before leaving. I sprinted to her building, called her to ask where she lived, and found the door ajar. I pushed it open and went in. She was sitting alone on the sofa watching TV (again, she's married; her husband works in another city and rarely comes home, and they have a one-year-old son who lives with her mother). There was a small pot of braised pork on the coffee table, its aroma filling the air. I stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"Come here, what are you standing there for? I'm not going to eat you," I said with a silly grin as I went over and picked up my chopsticks to eat. To be honest, her cooking skills were really good, and the food tasted delicious. We chatted and laughed for a while, then she said she was sleepy and was going to bed first, telling me to finish all the meat so she could reheat it for her next meal. I nodded blankly and watched her go into the bedroom. How could I possibly eat while sitting there? I thought, is this the end of it? Is this too melodramatic? I looked at the time and it was almost 11 o'clock. I was so conflicted. Oh well, no chance tonight, I'll just leave. I got up, turned off the TV, and said "I'm leaving" from outside the bedroom. Just as I was about to turn around, I heard a sobbing sound.

"What's wrong?" I asked from outside the bedroom door. "Nothing, I'm just feeling down. Can you talk to me for a while?" Hearing this, I mustered up my courage and pushed open the bedroom door. She was lying on the bed with the bedside lamp on, her face covered in tears. It was heartbreaking to see.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you? Tell me," I asked, standing by the bed. "Nothing, I just want to cry. For so long, I've been doing everything alone. I need someone to be with me." Hearing this, I couldn't hesitate any longer. Like a hungry tiger, I pounced on her and hugged her tightly. I held her close, and seeing that she didn't resist, I decided to take a bigger step and be bolder. I gently released her shoulders and went straight for her lips. She trembled and opened her mouth to meet me. Our lips were intertwined. Suddenly, it was like a volcanic eruption. She frantically took off my clothes, and I groped her all over, quickly stripping her naked. I kissed her lips, her face, her neck passionately, my hands kneading her breasts, my lips moving down her neck (not westward) to kiss her breasts. Although she had given birth, her breasts were very firm, and her nipples weren't large. She was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed. I touched her genitals; they were overflowing with fluid. It was time for the final assault. Just as I was about to enter, she gestured for me to stop, took a box of condoms from under the pillow, and handed it to me. I quickly tore open the packaging and put on a condom. With my first thrust, I plunged in deeply. She moaned and gripped my arm tightly. I continued the piston-like motion, then suddenly she flipped me over, pinning me beneath her and rocking me back and forth. Suddenly, she began to twist violently up and down, and I tensed up, ejaculating. Yes, I ejaculated, in less than five minutes. She stared at me, wide-eyed, and said, "You seem quite strong, how come you came so quickly?" I was puzzled; she wasn't usually like this. I quickly said, "I was too nervous, too nervous." She didn't let me pull out until I was completely limp, then removed the condom.

We were lying on the bed, embracing tightly. She said, "Don't leave tonight, okay?" I was so excited and quickly nodded in agreement. After resting for about ten minutes, I started to feel it again and went to kiss her. Seeing that I was aroused, she had me lie on the bed and began kissing me, starting from my upper body and kissing me all the way down to my ankles. Then her little mouth enveloped my already erect penis, her tongue swirling around. To be honest, her oral skills were really impressive, and it felt amazing. I couldn't take it anymore, so I took out a condom and had her put it on. After she put it on, she sat on top and we started moving (I have to mention again that this teacher really likes being on top, and I never have to exert myself much when I'm with her). Since I had already ejaculated once, this time it lasted for about half an hour. I won't go into details, but we did it four times that night, and I barely slept. The next morning, I woke up to find the floor covered in white toilet paper...

From then on, you'll often see a guy sprinting down the street at top speed. That's me. From then on, we spent time together whenever we had time. I remember one time it was really intense; her son was asleep next to us, and we were doing it right there. This went on for about a year. Then, due to a job transfer, I left that place and separated from my teacher. Gradually, we lost contact with each other.

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