Sweet switchboard operator

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I've been with this Japanese company for ten years now, slowly climbing the ranks from sales engineer to sales manager. Honestly, the workload for senior managers isn't actually that heavy; meetings and social engagements take up most of the time. Management is even simpler: assign tasks to subordinates and then supervise them until they finish.

A new switchboard operator and counter lady named Jenny joined the general affairs department. I heard she just graduated this year; she's tall, sweet-looking, lively, and has a youthful innocence—a perfect fit for the image of an international company, outshining all the female colleagues in other departments. Every Monday, when salespeople return from business trips to headquarters for meetings, they swarm around the counter like flies, trying to get close to her.

Jenny isn't in my direct department, so there aren't many opportunities for official contact; besides, managers need to maintain a certain image, and their words and actions must keep a distance from junior staff. Moreover, a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow; divorced for many years and approaching middle age, the only way to find a beautiful woman in her early twenties is to pay for a night out—quick and practical.

Social interactions in Taiwan have changed in recent years. People are less interested in eating and drinking; too much food is harmful to health, and there's the risk of drunk driving, so it's never a truly enjoyable experience for both host and guests. But playing golf is different. Everyone can arrive early for a 6 AM tee time. Whether business is discussed is another matter; at least it provides exercise and networking.

This morning, I discussed the progress of ISIR samples with a client in the Hsinchu Industrial Park. Then we played a round at the nearby Xinfeng Golf Course. Seeing that it was still early, I decided to head back to the office. The boss is abroad; perhaps there's something I need to handle. In the sweltering July heat, a heavy afternoon thunderstorm was raging in Taipei. It was time to leave work, and I saw Jenny in the distance, holding a small parasol, carrying a bag and her uniform jacket in her other hand, looking around in the rain, seemingly unable to hail a taxi. "I should be a good person!" I thought. "Get in, I'll give you a ride," I said, rolling down the window.

"Arigato, you're a minister!" She couldn't possibly hold her current position without speaking English and Japanese. Her hair and clothes were damp with rain, and her semi-transparent pink silk shirt clung to her body, the second button of the collar undone, revealing her cleavage and a deep purple lace bra from my side, each supporting half of her snow-white breasts. "Get a boyfriend! There are plenty of single colleagues at work, it would be great to have someone pick you up and drop you off!"

"I really want one! The problem is… all the people who ask me out are married… Is Neihu on your way?" "Sure." Taipei is always congested, and with the heavy rain during rush hour, the traffic was stop-and-go. Having someone to chat with to kill time in traffic wouldn't be bad. "Did anyone ask me out this afternoon?" "Hmm… yes, Obama asked you to play ball, A-mei asked you to sing karaoke, and Yaoyao said she'd see you tonight…"

"Haha…" I couldn't help but laugh, but she pretended to be serious, looking at me innocently. I liked her after work. Another red light. At every intersection, I have to wait a minute and a half. Taking advantage of a lull, I glanced over. She had just slumped down, adjusting her seat for comfort. Her tight mini-skirt had reached her upper thighs, revealing the top of her black stockings. I couldn't resist taking another look. So beautiful, I thought to myself. Although it was only a brief glance, we met eyes, making me feel like a child caught doing something wrong. I quickly turned my head back, pretending to look out the window nonchalantly. "How was your game today?" "Huh? How did you know I went to play?"

"You're tanned like a roast duck. Even a fool could guess."

"I didn't know your butt had so many functions." This time, she laughed heartily, her chest heaving. The atmosphere in the car became much more pleasant. "Do you know how to play?" I glanced over again, looking for an opportunity to look at her chest.

"Would you teach me?" She turned to look at me, a hint of provocation in her voice. "Now?" I stared into her eyes. "Is there something you need?" Her eyes widened even more. I knew there was a driving range behind Miramar Sports Center, not far from here, so I rented her a women's 7-iron and bought her a pair of gloves. We went up to the less crowded second floor. She said she had taken a golf class in college physical education, so I let her go straight to the swing position. Jenny wasn't very good at golf, of course, but I had never met such a charming woman—or rather, a girl, like a foreign child, with incredibly expressive facial expressions and body language. Occasionally, when she hit a good shot, she would sway her hips and dance with joy, sometimes even shaking her shoulders and breasts in front of me, "How was it? Coach? Pretty good, right! Don't you love me?"

But when she hit a series of bad shots, she would act like a heartbroken child, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and throwing herself into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, pretending to cry and seeking comfort. I laughed continuously, amused by her youthful energy; it was such a wonderful and fleeting hour and a half.

After playing ball, following Jenny's suggestion, we went to Meifu Supermarket for a bowl of tomato beef noodles. Then we went to her place. "Come up and have a coffee with me!" She didn't give me a chance to refuse. She took my hand as soon as we got out of the car and took the elevator straight to the 18th floor.

A woman's home is indeed different. As soon as I entered, I smelled a faint fragrance. There was a large teddy bear plush toy on the sofa. "It's called Dudu. It's my boyfriend. I sleep naked with it every day." To be honest, even I, an expert from a business background, sometimes find myself at a loss for words next to this lively and cheerful girl. I can't tell if she's innocent or intentional. "

Have a seat for a moment. I'll change my clothes." I don't have a daughter, so I don't know if this is how young girls dress at home these days. She was wearing a black tank top with thin straps. Her breasts, free from restraint, were boldly and unrestrainedly displayed. They were proudly perky and slightly flared outwards, almost revealing her breasts. Her slender, white waist was completely exposed, adorned with a deep navel. Her tiny denim hot pants were so short they barely covered her lower abdomen, the top button undone, revealing pubic hair—if it even existed. The bottom half of the hot pants had no leg openings, ending at the top of her thighs, with two white pockets peeking out in the front and a glimpse of her buttocks in the back, as if they might fall off at any moment.

Her snow-white body, about 1.65 meters tall, with less than 20 centimeters of clothing covering her upper and lower body, resembled a sexy, alluring mermaid swimming around me, busy playing music and preparing the coffee-making equipment.

'Anyone who drinks my coffee will fall in love with me.'

'Why? Did you drug me?' I pretended not to understand.

'Yes, rape then murder, are you scared?' 'What kind of woman threatens a man?

' 'I'm so scared… so scared you won't want me.'

Her breasts bounced as she laughed, and the song "Kiss and Say Goodbye " by Barry White, a Black male singer, played in the background.

"I love this song. Will you dance with me?"

It felt like stepping back into my college days twenty years ago. At a friend's birthday dance, I was holding a girl I liked. Her slender waist and smooth skin made me feel young again, and my little brother started to throb, unable to suppress my primal instincts. I couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her. She smiled tenderly at me, then released my left hand and wrapped her arms around my neck. We pressed together, tighter and tighter, until I was sure she could feel the surge of desire in my penis.

The song ended quickly, and she turned gracefully, taking my hands and placing them on her waist, letting me hug her from behind as we continued dancing.

"Are you a good man or a bad man?"

"What's the difference?"

"A good man gets eighteen holes, a bad man gets nineteen." "

Then I'd rather be a bad man."

I took her hands and placed them behind my neck, gently kissing her neck, licking her left earlobe, and breathing softly into her ear. I slipped my hands inside her camisole, each grasping a breast. I slowly played with the one in my left hand, while my right thumb and forefinger found the tiny nipple, kneading it lightly and firmly. She could only utter soft "mmm" and "oh" sounds; she couldn't say anything more playful.

The glass of the liquor cabinet next to us clearly reflected our entire bodies. I held Jenny, facing the cabinet, pulling her black camisole up to her chest, revealing her two snow-white breasts proudly.

"You're so beautiful, Jenny, I love you so much."

"Really! How will you love me?"

"Hmm... I'll love you from behind first, then from the front."

"What's this called love? This is called..." She seemed unable to say it, and now she was at a loss for words.

"What's it called?" I pressed her deliberately.

"Fuck!" The English solved her problem.

"In Chinese, it's called 'doing it,' okay! Darling, I really want to do it to you."

"I really want to be...doed by you." Although she said "do it" very softly.

She placed her hands on the back of the sofa chair, then bent over, sticking out her round buttocks, tossing her hair, and looking back at me—a super irresistibly alluring pose. I couldn't wait to pull off her hot pants and underwear together, throw them aside, and then quickly stripped off my own clothes, approaching from behind with my hard little brother.

Looking back, how could I have been so lustful? I skipped the comfortable bed in the bedroom, forgot foreplay, and didn't even bother to check the style and color of her underwear before we started right there in the living room.

Such white, round, and perky buttocks, like a ripe peach. I stroked them with both hands, marveling at the feeling of youth. My right hand reached down and realized it wasn't a peach at all, but a juicy, plump peach. I smeared the juice from my hand on the bald head of my penis, and then…

'Ah…ah…ah…oh…' The head went in, head past body. This alluring long-legged girl… thankfully, my legs are strong enough from playing sports; I had to stand on my tiptoes to get the perfect angle.

'Ah... good... good... thick...'

'No... it's yours... too tight...'

This is my favorite position, and also the position adopted by most wild animals in nature. Not only is my entire little brother squeezed tightly from head to base, but whether it goes in or out is completely under my control.

'Oh... God... Mmm... No... Too... Inside... Oh... So good...'

His hands were still free to move, sometimes reaching forward to rub her dangling breasts, sometimes stroking her lower abdomen, pubic hair, and wet, tender vulva. When he wanted to thrust harder, he could firmly hold her hips in place. When he got tired, he would use his fingertips to perform light movements on her back and waist, making her writhe like a water snake from the itch. His penis would rotate up, down, left, and right inside her, accompanied by her moans of pleasure. He felt like the happiest person in the world.

'Oh... Fuckme... Oh... My God...' Sometimes it felt like he was having sex with a foreigner, which was quite novel.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...no...I...I'm...dying..." Jenny's legs seemed about to give way, so I held her waist with both hands and continued thrusting in and out, forcefully.

In this wonderful moment, I truly wished I had superpowers to bravely persevere, but my offspring were already impatient, eager to come out and see who was so charming that they could restore my vitality to its former glory.

The older one gets, the more timid one becomes. Thankfully, I still had a sliver of clarity in my head. I wasn't wearing a condom, so I couldn't ejaculate inside her; otherwise, if I accidentally caused a pregnancy, it wouldn't just be a big deal, but I might even lose my job. At this critical moment, my little brother quickly withdrew, and I saw a beam of white light shoot straight towards Jenny's left shoulder.

"Ah...no...I'm coming...oh..." In the blink of an eye, Jenny screamed in my ear, and I felt waves of heat on my testicles and thighs. I knew she had ejaculated too.

I've made a great discovery: a man's sexual ability is directly proportional to a woman's youth and beauty; this should be called the law of conservation of sexual energy. Afterwards, as we lay naked on the sofa, kissing and caressing, enjoying a moment of peace, my little brother started twitching again in Jenny's hand, excited and eager like a lost puppy finding its owner.

"You're so horny...I love it..." she said playfully again.

The next day, as usual, I arrived at the company ten minutes early at 8:50. The salesman was away on a business trip again; there were only a few people in the company early in the morning. Jenny smiled and placed a cup of hot coffee on my desk.

"Oh my... you look like a department head."

"Oh my... thank you!" "You still have to be serious at the company.

" "The general manager said he'll be back in two days, so I'd appreciate it if you could cover for him for another two days."

"Okay, no problem."

"Of course, no problem, I know you're the most capable!"

This time she deliberately emphasized the last "capable." Then she turned and swayed back to her switchboard position. I knew spring had arrived, spring was already knocking on my door.

I've been at this Japanese company for ten years now, slowly climbing from sales engineer to sales manager. To be honest, the workload of a senior manager isn't actually that heavy; meetings and social engagements take up most of the time. Management is even simpler: just assign some tasks to subordinates and then watch them finish them.

A new switchboard operator and counter lady named Jenny joined the general affairs department. I heard she just graduated this year, tall, sweet-looking, lively and generous with a touch of girlish innocence and naivety—100% fitting the image of an international company, outshining all the female colleagues in other departments. Every Monday, when the salespeople who had been on business trips returned to headquarters for meetings, they all swarmed around the counter like flies, looking for an opportunity to get close to her.

Jenny wasn't in my direct department, so there wasn't much opportunity for official contact; besides, supervisors always had to maintain a certain image, and their words and actions had to keep a certain distance from their subordinates. Moreover, a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow; having been divorced for many years and approaching middle age, the only way for a beautiful woman in her early twenties to be found was by paying money to go to a brothel—quick and practical.

The social interaction patterns in Taiwan have changed in recent years; people have lost interest in eating and drinking, too much is bad for health, and there's the risk of drunk driving, so it's never a truly enjoyable experience for both host and guest. But playing golf is different; if we say we'll tee off at six in the morning, everyone can show up early. Whether we talk business or not is another matter; at least it achieves the effects of exercise and maintaining relationships.

This morning I discussed the progress of ISIR samples with a client in the Hsinchu Industrial Park, and then we played a round of golf at the nearby Xinfeng Golf Course. Seeing that it was still early, I decided to head back to the company! The boss is abroad; perhaps there's something that needs to be taken care of. It was a sweltering July day, and a heavy afternoon thunderstorm was raging in Taipei. It was rush hour, and I saw Jenny in the distance, holding a small parasol, her other hand carrying a bag and her uniform jacket, looking around in the rain, seemingly unable to hail a taxi. "I should be a good person!" I thought. "Get in, I'll give you a ride," I said, rolling down the window.

"Arieto, like a minister!" She couldn't possibly hold her current position without speaking English and Japanese. Her hair and clothes were damp with rain, and her semi-transparent pink silk blouse clung to her body, the second button undone at the collar. From my side, I could just see her cleavage and a deep purple lace bra, each supporting half of her snow-white breast. "Get a boyfriend! There are plenty of single colleagues at work, it would be so nice to have someone pick you up and drop you off!"

"I really want to! The problem is... all the guys who ask me out are married... Is Neihu on your way?" "Sure." Taipei is always busy with traffic, and with the heavy rain during rush hour, the cars were constantly stopping and starting. It would be nice to have someone to chat with to kill time in traffic. "Did anyone ask me out this afternoon?" "Yeah... yes, Obama asked you to play ball, A-mei asked you to sing karaoke, and Yaoyao said she'd see you tonight..."

"Haha..." I couldn't help but laugh, but she pretended to be serious, looking at me innocently. I liked her after work. It was a red light again, and I always had to wait a minute and a half at each intersection. Taking advantage of the lull, I turned my head. She had just slumped down, adjusting her seat for comfort. Her tight mini-skirt had reached her upper thighs, revealing the top of her black stockings. I couldn't help but take another look. So beautiful, I praised her from the bottom of my heart. Although it was only a brief, less than one-second glance, I happened to meet her gaze, making me feel like a child who had done something wrong. I quickly turned my head back and looked out the window as if nothing had happened. "How did the game go today?" "Huh? How did you know I went to play?"

"You're so tanned, you look like a roast duck. Even a fool could figure it out."

"I didn't expect your butt to have so many functions." This time it was her turn to laugh heartily, her chest heaving, and the atmosphere in the car became much more pleasant. "Do you know how to play?" I turned my head again, looking for an opportunity to see her chest.

"Can you teach me?" She also turned her head to look at me, with a rather provocative tone. "Now?" I stared into her eyes. "Is there something you need?" Her eyes widened even more. I knew there was a driving range behind the Miramar Hotel, not far from here, so I rented her a women's 7-iron and bought her a pair of gloves. We went to the less crowded second floor. She said she had taken a golf course in college physical education, so I let her stand at the swing position right away. Jenny, of course, wasn't very good at playing, but she had never met such a charming woman, or rather, a girl, like a foreign child, with particularly rich expressions and body language. Occasionally, she'd hit a good shot and then dance around, sometimes even swaying her shoulders and breasts in front of me, saying, "How was that, Coach? Pretty awesome, right? Don't you love me?"

But when she hit a series of bad shots, she'd act like a bullied, heartbroken child, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and throwing herself into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, pretending to cry and seeking comfort. I was constantly amused by her youthful energy, and that hour and a half felt so quick and fun.

After the game, following Jenny's suggestion, we went to Meifu Supermarket for a bowl of tomato beef noodles, and then went to her place. "Come up and have a coffee with me!" she said, not giving me a chance to refuse. She grabbed my hand as we got out of the car and took the elevator straight to the 18th floor.

A woman's home is definitely different. As soon as I entered, I smelled a faint fragrance, and there was a large teddy bear on the sofa. "It's called Dudu, and it's my boyfriend. I sleep naked with it every day." "Honestly, even I, an expert in this field, sometimes find myself at a loss for words around this lively and cheerful little girl. Is she just innocent? Or is she doing it on purpose?

" "Have a seat, I'll change my clothes." "I don't have a daughter, so I don't know if this is how young girls dress at home these days?" She was wearing a black tank top with thin straps, her breasts, unrestrained, boldly and unabashedly displayed, proudly perky and slightly flared outwards, almost completely exposed at the bottom. Her slender, white waist was completely uncovered, adorned with a deep navel. Her tiny denim shorts were so short they barely covered her lower abdomen, the top button undone, revealing pubic hair—if she had any at all. The shorts had no leg openings, ending at the top of her thighs, with two white pockets peeking out in the front and a glimpse of her buttocks in the back, as if they might fall off at any moment.

Her snow-white body, about 1.65 meters tall, with less than 20 centimeters of clothing covering her top and bottom, resembled a sexy and alluring mermaid, swimming around in front of me, busily playing music and preparing the coffee-making equipment.

'Anyone who drinks my coffee will fall in love with me.'

'Why? Did you drug me?' I pretended not to understand.

'Yes, rape then murder, are you scared?' 'What kind of woman threatens a man?

' 'I'm so scared… so scared you won't want me.'

Her breasts jiggled with laughter, and the song 'Kiss and Say Goodbye' by Barry White, sung by the black male singer, played in the background.

'I love this song, will you dance with me?' "

It felt like stepping back into my university days twenty years ago. At a friend's birthday dance, I was holding a girl I liked. Her slender waist and smooth skin made me feel young again; my little brother started to tremble, unable to suppress my primal instincts. I couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her. She smiled tenderly at me, then released my left hand and wrapped her arms around my neck. We pressed together, tighter and tighter, until I was sure she could feel the surge of desire in my little brother.

A song quickly ended, and she gracefully turned around, taking my hands and placing them on her waist, letting me hug her from behind and continue dancing.

'Are you a good man or a bad man?'

'What's the difference?'

'A good man gets eighteen holes, a bad man gets nineteen.'

'Then I'd rather be a bad man.'" I

took her hands and placed them behind my neck, gently kissing her neck, licking her left earlobe, and breathing softly into her ear. I slipped my hands inside her camisole, each grasping a breast. I slowly played with the one in my left hand, while my right thumb and forefinger found the tiny nipple, kneading it lightly and firmly. She could only utter soft "mmm" and "oh" sounds; she couldn't say anything more playful.

The glass of the liquor cabinet next to us clearly reflected our entire bodies. I held Jenny, facing the cabinet, pulling her black camisole up to her chest, revealing her two snow-white breasts proudly.

"You're so beautiful, Jenny, I love you so much."

"Really! How will you love me?"

"Hmm… first from behind, then from the front."

"That's not love! That's called…" She seemed unable to say it, and now she was at a loss for words.

"What is it called?" I pressed.

"Fuck!" The English solved her problem.

"In Chinese, it's called 'fuck,' okay! Darling, I really want to fuck you."

"I really want to be fucked by you..." Although she said the word "fuck" very softly.

She put her hands on the back of the sofa chair, then bent over, sticking out her round buttocks, tossing her hair, and looking back at me. It was an incredibly irresistible and alluring pose. I couldn't wait to pull off her hot pants and underwear together, throw them aside, and then quickly stripped off my own clothes, approaching from behind with my hard little brother.

Looking back, how could I have been so lustful? I didn't use the comfortable bed in the bedroom, skipped foreplay, and didn't even check the style and color of her underwear before starting right there in the living room.

Such white, round, and perky buttocks, like a ripe peach. I stroked her buttocks with both hands, marveling at how good it felt to be young. My right hand reached down and found that this wasn't a peach at all, but rather a plump, juicy peach that had just been squeezed dry. I smeared the juice from my hand onto the bald head of my little brother, and then…

'Ah…ah…ah…oh…' The head went in, and the body followed immediately. This charming long-legged girl, thankfully my legs are strong enough from playing ball, I had to slightly tiptoe to get the angle just right.

'Ah…so…so…thick…'

'No…it’s yours…too tight…'

This is my favorite position, and also the position adopted by most wild animals in nature. My entire little brother, from the bald head to the base, is tightly gripped, and whether it goes in or out is completely under my control.

'Oh... God... Mmm... No... Too... Inside... Oh... So good...'

His hands were still free to move, sometimes reaching forward to rub her dangling breasts, sometimes stroking her lower abdomen, pubic hair, and wet, tender vulva. When he wanted to thrust harder, he could firmly hold her hips in place. When he got tired, he would use his fingertips to perform light movements on her back and waist, making her writhe like a water snake from the itch. His penis would rotate up, down, left, and right inside her, accompanied by her moans of pleasure. He felt like the happiest person in the world.

'Oh... Fuckme... Oh... My God...' Sometimes it felt like he was having sex with a foreigner, which was quite novel.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...no...I...I'm...dying..." Jenny's legs seemed about to give way, so I held her waist with both hands and continued thrusting in and out, forcefully.

In this wonderful moment, I truly wished I had superpowers to bravely persevere, but my offspring were already impatient, eager to come out and see who was so charming that they could restore my vitality to its former glory.

The older one gets, the more timid one becomes. Thankfully, I still had a sliver of clarity in my head. I wasn't wearing a condom, so I couldn't ejaculate inside her; otherwise, if I accidentally caused a pregnancy, it wouldn't just be a big deal, but I might even lose my job. At this critical moment, my little brother quickly withdrew, and I saw a beam of white light shoot straight towards Jenny's left shoulder.

"Ah...no...I'm coming...oh..." In the blink of an eye, Jenny screamed in my ear, and I felt waves of heat on my testicles and thighs. I knew she had ejaculated too.

I've made a great discovery: a man's sexual ability is directly proportional to a woman's youth and beauty; this should be called the law of conservation of sexual energy. Afterwards, as we lay naked on the sofa, kissing and caressing, enjoying a moment of peace, my little brother started twitching again in Jenny's hand, excited and eager like a lost puppy finding its owner.

"You're so horny...I love it..." she said playfully again.

The next day, as usual, I arrived at the company ten minutes early at 8:50. The salesman was away on a business trip again; there were only a few people in the company early in the morning. Jenny smiled and placed a cup of hot coffee on my desk.

"Oh, you look so friendly, Minister."

"Oh, thank you!" "I still need to be serious at the company.

" "The general manager said he'll be back in two days, so I'd appreciate it if you could cover for him for another two days."

"Okay, no problem."

"Of course, no problem, I know you're the most capable!"

This time she deliberately emphasized the last "capable." Then she turned and swayed back to her switchboard. I knew spring had arrived; spring was already knocking on my door.

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