Urban Beauty Yunmei

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I first saw her two years ago when I joined this mid-sized company, working on development.
She was in another department, so we had virtually no interaction
except .

She was petite, about 160 cm tall, but well-proportioned, with a fair, oval face and cherry-like lips,
possessing a classic Chinese beauty. Her legs were white and shapely, her waist slender, and her breasts firm and rounded. Any man who saw her
couldn't help but stare for a moment.

She had been there for some time, and I heard that before she got married, many men pursued her, but none of them
succeeded . In the end, she chose a stable life as a civil servant. I met her husband later; he was handsome,
had a great physique, and most importantly, a very good temper (she told me this after we got to know each other better).

After meeting her husband, I felt that those losers had no reason to die unjustly; even I would probably be
nothing but bones .

This company gave me a lot of room to maneuver, and the top-level managers trusted me implicitly. Of course, my abilities
were important, but my good interpersonal skills also played a role. Both direct and indirect staff respected me,
making work very smooth and my days busy and fulfilling.

Job-hopping is rampant in this industry, and I'm fortunate to have found the right company at the right time, carefully
managing my future.

At the time, I had just experienced a heartbreak and, feeling disheartened, threw myself into my work. Although the office
was predominantly female, most were married, with only a handful of women my age who were unmarried.
There were certainly some attractive women, but they were all quite pampered, and I, being rather arrogant, didn't like serving such "ladies," so we
didn't interact much. However, some young women in their early twenties, just starting out in their careers, were very kind to me. I always
participated in events, and I treated them like younger sisters.

Many of the people here came from central and southern Taiwan, and I was one of them. However, most of my work involved on-site work, and my
job required extensive computer use, so within a few months I became quite familiar with the office staff.

My acquaintance with Yunmei began through several projects. Actually, I first met her boss,
and our excellent communication and coordination skills quickly helped me integrate into their team. Over time, they got to know me quite well
. I'm usually helpful and generous, and I have a sweet tongue, so I often receive many benefits. For example, her
boss would sometimes bring me breakfast (there's a Mei Er Mei convenience store next to her house), and later I simply paid a monthly fee for it. For
a while, after her boss had her third child and was in postpartum confinement, she and a few other "mama's" took over the breakfast-bringing job.

Yunmei is about my age, and she came here after graduating from Tamkang University. I, on the other hand,
was recruited after wandering around this industry for a while after completing my military service. The gender difference, coupled with the fact that "outsiders are better at explaining things," created
a gap in our professional achievements. I'm now on par with her boss, while she's a senior manager. Our work relationship gave
us many opportunities to interact, and our similar knowledge and cultural backgrounds led us to become close friends. She
has considerable social experience and handles situations with finesse, making conversations with her as
pleasant .

Perhaps she was a typical Taipei urban woman; her style was sophisticated, and even without designer brands, her
taste shone through. Her beauty and intelligence captivated me, almost making me forget she was married. A few times when she missed a day,
a sense of loss would linger for the entire day.

Even after breaking up with my girlfriend, I still had physical needs. I'm not exactly a saint, but I would never use
money to solve them. This city has many brightly lit places, and of course, many lonely men and women. When I really needed to, I would
browse pubs. Young women these days are very open, and they become increasingly provocative as the night goes on. Most of those who come here aren't exactly
virtuous , and given my style, I rarely fail.
I accept all comers—office workers, female students, married women, even prostitutes—we've done it in hotels, in cars, and in the open countryside, always adhering to the principle of leaving no trace.

The longer I knew Yunmei, the stronger my desire to possess her became. When discussing business, I often fantasized about having sex with her
, and in moments of passion, I often imagined her as one of those promiscuous women.

June 23rd this year was her 29th birthday, which happened to be the fifth gift she received. She wore a white shirt,
a purple skirt, and black velvet pointed-toe high heels, without stockings, which made her look incredibly sexy and charming.
Some of the unmarried young men and women in her department teased her to celebrate her birthday, and she couldn't refuse, so she had
to call her husband for help. Her husband was very understanding and took on the responsibility of taking care of the children, allowing her to have
fun.

Actually, I was also very busy that day, working overtime on a Swedish case, so when the children came to find me, I
could only apologize and decline. Later, they sent her to "catch" someone, what should I do? I thought I'd just have to go back to the office later
.

After dinner, everyone went to karaoke. It was the first time I heard her sing, but I thought it was better to listen to her talk
. She probably knew this too, so the microphone was passed around among us. Rose-colored drinks and soda made
everyone temporarily forget about their image, and it was clear that she had a high alcohol tolerance.

Later, someone brought a bottle of XO, and some people were too scared to drink it. Only a few boys, me, and she were left to
handle it . She was the birthday girl, and I was the only manager there. The constant toasts were almost unbearable. I remembered I still
had work to do. Around nine o'clock, a girl vomited. I thought I'd take the opportunity to send her home and escape, but she
chased after me.

"I can't take it anymore, take me home too!" she said, already a little unsteady.

"These guys are crazy, it was so hard to get away." She slumped into the front seat, while
Yiqing in the back was lying flat.

"Are you going back to the company to drive?"

"I'm so dizzy, just take me home."

It seemed I had to get her home quickly.

There was roadwork along the way, and I regretted taking that route; they both seemed very uncomfortable. We

arrived at Yiqing's apartment. I left Yunmei in the car and helped Yiqing inside. Her roommate quickly
came out to help. After settling her in, I saw that Yunmei was already asleep. She wasn't sitting properly, and her skirt wasn't pulled up. I
was startled when I saw her white thighs, and I could vaguely see her white bra through the buttons of her shirt. I was already aroused
, and while driving, my gaze kept roaming over her body.

"Stop the car! Stop the car now!" After a while, she suddenly woke up, and I knew she was going to vomit.

I quickly pulled over, and she opened the car door, then vomited. She was clearly in a lot of pain. I got out of the car with
some tissues and went to the other side to wipe her mouth and collar, then helped her sit up.

"I'll straighten the chair back, you can lie down for a bit." She nodded; it was still about twenty minutes before we got to her house.

The chair back suddenly swayed down, and her legs naturally stretched forward. I'd never really looked closely at the inside of her thighs before,
and this excited me immensely. As we drove, a motel sign came into view.

(Note: Except for Yunmei, all other names in the above text are fictitious. Yunmei's birthday is also not real, and I
cannot write down the location name. Please forgive me.)

(Middle)

My reason was locked in a tug-of-war with my lust; the motel was already past. Finally, alcohol triumphed over
everything ; morality and reason briefly surfaced, and I turned around and drove straight in, paid, and backed into the garage.

I opened the door and helped her out: "Yunmei, rest for a bit."

"Where is this?"

I didn't answer, my right arm around her waist, my left hand on her left shoulder.

Once inside, I couldn't hold back any longer; my hands attacked her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"What are you doing! Oh...no!" She struggled, and I believed she was now fully awake.

"What else can a man and a woman do in a motel?" I lewdly whispered in her ear.

I threw her onto the bed, and she struggled to get off. I grabbed her ankles, pulled them back, and spread them apart.
In an instant, her legs were pressed against the outside of my thighs; her skin felt cold and delicate. Her hands were
struggling to support her. I wrapped my left arm around her waist and reached my right hand inside her purple skirt to pull down her panties. She instinctively
tried to stop her right leg with her left hand and pulled forward. I relaxed her waist, letting her move forward with the momentum. Then, I grabbed the sides of her panties and
pulled down to her knees. She tried to pull away with her left leg, but this caused her last line of defense to crumble. The black lace
material contrasted sharply with her white right calf.

I wasn't in a hurry to control her; watching her stagger away gave me a strange sense of pleasure. Her alcohol
tolerance prevented her from making any big movements. I was going to ravage her, to train her, to let her experience the pleasure of being raped for the first time.

She slowly crawled to a small round table. At this moment, I took off my shirt, pounced on her like a cheetah
, grabbed her waist from behind, and flipped her petite body over like a toy onto the round table. I
spread her legs apart with my hands and leaned in to get a superior position. Her hands desperately pushed against my chest, and she kept panting, which
aroused me greatly. I didn't encounter much resistance and unbuttoned my white shirt. Her breasts
looked very round under her bra, and I slowly enjoyed the touch through the bra.

Her ponytail, which was originally tied up, was now completely loose in the chaos. Finally, I felt her tender vulva was completely wet. I
unzipped my trousers and underwear, and inserted the head of my penis into the tip of her flower. At this moment, she stopped struggling.
Tears streamed down her face as she begged me not to. Looking into her eyes, I slowly withdrew my penis a little, paused for two seconds, closed my eyes, then
tightened my grip and thrust my hips forward, pushing her vulva to its deepest point. She trembled from the sudden stimulation
.

"Ah...ah...no...ah..." My continuous and fierce attacks made her moan incessantly. Her
legs were wrapped around my waist, swaying back and forth. Her left foot was bare, her right high heel was still on, and her
underwear was still hanging on her white right calf.

"Yunmei, we've come this far, what's there to hold back?" After a while, I
stopped and gazed at her.

After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes, unhooked her bra, and her snow-white, round
breasts immediately sprang out. Her areolas weren't large, but they were dark, so it seemed her husband hadn't wasted his time. Meanwhile, her legs
were clamped even tighter.

"Good! A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold." I couldn't help but admire her ability to control herself; she truly was a mature urban
woman . I continued thrusting forcefully.

Then I flipped her over like a toy, making her lie face down on the table with her feet on the ground. I removed her white shirt and
bra , leaving her in only a purple skirt. I lifted her left leg from behind, pulling it across
my left leg, which was already pressed against the table, and my hard weapon entered and exited her territory again. She was a little unsteady, but
naturally adjusted herself with her waist. From that small movement, I knew I had met my match tonight. It

was moist and warm inside; she wasn't a young girl after all, but her contractions made up for everything. I hadn't been this wild
in a long time . After thrusting for a while, I carried her to the bed.
She seemed skilled and experienced in various positions, including missionary, doggy style, and lotus position, and I was quite surprised by her performance today.

She twisted her waist on top of me, occasionally tossing her hair, her breasts bouncing irregularly, and her fragrant sweat dripped onto
my chest like rain. Her wantonness was completely at odds with my usual gentle and demure image; I was probably
the first person in the whole company to notice. I tried to get up, but she pressed her hands against my chest. Stimulated by this
, I moved my hands from her breasts down to her waist, and thrust upwards again with a fierce motion.

"Oh...oh...oh..." She simply hooked her arms behind her back, tilted her face back, and closed her eyes
to enjoy it. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I flipped her over, lifted her right leg and straddled my shoulder, launching my final, most intense,
and deepest attack.

"Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside...ahhh..." she cried out, becoming alert.

"Oh...open your mouth...oh

oh..." "Ah...no...ah...no..."

"Faster...I'm about to cum...faster..." I gradually sped up, almost out of control.

She helplessly opened her small mouth, and in a flash, I pulled out, grabbed her with my right hand, and inserted it into her
mouth . A stream of hot, milky-

white liquid gushed out, filling her entire mouth. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." She couldn't speak with my penis in her mouth, thick white
liquid dripping from the corners. I ejaculated four or five more times before pulling out. She tried to spit it out, but I forced
the semen from her lips back into her mouth, making sure she swallowed it all, before collapsing onto her, panting.

The sheets below were soaked; I was surprised, even my girlfriend hadn't reacted this strongly.
Her purple skirt was also stained with a lot of secretions, a testament to the passion from beginning to end.

After a while, she pushed me away and got up. I figured she was sober enough. I tried to pull her back, but she shook me off.

"Even my husband wouldn't dare ask me to swallow," she glared at me fiercely.

"I'm your lover!" I said with a smile, but immediately regretted it. I shouldn't have been so shameless
.

"Hmph!" She ignored me, stood up, took off her skirt, and turned to go into the bathroom.

I gathered up the clothes scattered around me, then went into the bathroom to shower.

She was lathering herself with soap, unconcerned about my presence. At this point, there was no point in being reserved anymore.
She was facing away from me, her hair styled in a bun, revealing the white nape of her neck. Only then did I truly see how beautiful her alluring and
shapely figure was.

After relieving myself, I slowly approached her, a surge of urge to possess her completely. Suddenly, I grabbed her from behind,
cupping each breast in my hands and kneading them forcefully.

"Oh! No!" she cried, her body trembling, her hands reaching out to escape.

I grabbed her hands, turning her around, and lowered my head to press my lips to hers, my tongue forcefully forcing its way in for
a passionate kiss . At first, she instinctively resisted, but soon surrendered, her arms quickly wrapping around my neck, our tongues
intertwined. I pressed her against the wall, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, our mouths
never parting. I knew from this moment on, she was not only betraying me physically, but also committing a sexual infidelity.

In the bathroom, we soaped and rinsed each other, kissing every inch of each other's bodies. Then she used her
tongue and oral skills to make my penis erect again and again, finally reaching a climax in front of the mirror. She
was truly a first-rate expert.

After our passion subsided, we both tidied ourselves up. Watching her apply makeup at the vanity, I couldn't help but admire her composure, and
I even felt a pang of regret for intruding on her. Finally, I picked up my car keys and glanced at her. Our eyes met, and she blushed. She
then got up, left, and got into the car. We didn't speak a word the rest of the way...

(The End)

After that passionate night, it was as if an ice wall had been built between Yunmei and me. She often deliberately avoided me, and
unintentional eye contact often led to awkward silences. Actually, I always felt guilty towards her, regretting
ruining this beautiful feeling with a moment of impulse. Although I wasn't exactly a gentleman, I was certainly not a scoundrel. I wouldn't harass
her, much less break up her family. Gradually, I let the engineers below take over the communication with her department, but
the younger colleagues and I remained friends.

A little over a month later, on a Sunday, I went to the cultural management center to look for information. The room was divided into cubicles. The outer cubicles contained
general documents such as ISO files, technical books, and journals, while the inner cubicles held more important business files and R&D
results. Supervisors generally had keys to the outer door, while the general manager's assistant, the quality assurance center coordinator, and I (from the development department)
could freely enter and exit the cubicles.

As soon as I entered, a figure in a pale yellow dress startled me.

"You…you're here?" I stammered, too nervous to speak.

"Yes…" She flinched but didn't turn around. I think she was startled too.

"What documents are you looking for?" I was at a loss for words.

"Instrument calibration."

Oh! I remembered ISO's annual audit was in a week.

"You still have a week to catch up on the documents!"

"I'm taking four days off to go to Guam." No wonder she was working overtime.

I knew without a doubt who she was going with. Looking at her in a sleeveless jumpsuit, her long hair flowing, her bare feet
sometimes raised, sometimes flat, she looked incredibly sexy. Suddenly, jealousy flared up, and the desire I'd suppressed for over a month
erupted again. With a heavy heart, I rushed over and grabbed her, pinning her against the wall and roughly kneading her breasts.

"Let me go...no...please..."

I ignored her, pressing my right thigh against the inside of her legs.

"Oh...no...my husband is outside." She struggled, panting, but couldn't break free.

"Look at you, so wanton, should we call him to come and see?" Mentioning her husband filled me with both jealousy and excitement.

"You...you...you..." She struggled, her face flushed with anger.

"What? I'm Ximen Qing, and you're Pan Jinlian!" I enjoyed the pleasure with both hands,
teasing her with lewd words, arousing her wanton side.

Sure enough, she let out a series of moans. I knew she had surrendered, so I used my mouth to unzip
her suit , took out the key to the cubicle, opened it, and carried her inside. After placing her on the younger sister's table, I left and
locked the door. She didn't move at all, which amused me a little; she had just been acting like a virtuous woman.

I quickly stripped her of all her clothes. This wasn't a hotel, and besides, her husband was outside; I had to finish
quickly .

Without much foreplay, she lay on the table, and I spread her legs, thrusting my penis in and out
. She couldn't help but moan. A few minutes later, the sound of the cultural center door being pushed open
startled .

"Yunmei! Yunmei!" It was her husband. He had probably finished reading the newspaper in the lounge and come looking for his wife.

"Hehe! He didn't expect his wife to be with him!" I pressed my upper body against her chest, lewdly teasing
her. She glared at me, and I deliberately intensified my thrusts into her tender opening. I could see she was trying her best to hold back, her eyes a mixture of
anger and pleading.

"Mmm...mmm...no...mmm...please..." she pleaded nervously.

"Call me your good husband, your good brother!" I wouldn't give up until I got my hands on her.

"Oh...oh...you...how...um...good...good husband...good brother, please spare me
..." She had no choice but to submit.

"Mmm! Good girl...cousin loves you." After thrusting all the way in, I felt a
thrill .

Her cheeks flushed, she was panting, her chest heaving. The touch in my hands was wet and delicate, I couldn't
tell whose sweat it was. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away, clearly both ashamed and excited.

Finally, I heard the door close again. I pulled out my penis, lifted her up, and made her
sit on the table with her back against the wall, her legs spread wide, her feet resting on the tabletop. Her body was petite, like a toy, completely at my
mercy. Now her vulva was fully exposed, her labia everted, the bright red flesh against the semi-turbid secretions—
a truly pleasing sight.

I picked up her panties and made her bite them. I started exploring with my tongue; the wet pubic hair pressed against my nose, and
I could only smell a pungent, fishy odor. I slowly penetrated deeper, and she, stimulated by this, made incoherent noises,
squeezing her legs even tighter. I had to use my hands to separate them.

Suddenly, her whole body tensed and then relaxed, and her vagina gushed forth. I knew she had orgasmed again.

A moment later, I turned her over and made her lie face down on the table. Just then, her cell phone rang
. I picked up her dress and handed her the phone from her pocket.

"Hello!"

It was her husband calling. At the same time, I spread her legs and penetrated her from behind.

"I'm here, just a little longer."

It was the scene of sex. Almost there, almost there, I'm almost done with your wife!

"Ah!" I grabbed her round buttocks and thrust all the way in, and she couldn't help but gasp.

"Oh! No, my colleague is teasing me!" She turned around and glared at me.

I smiled; that "teasing" should be changed to "doing it." Then, I rhythmically
matched .

"Okay! Why don't you go to the gym to work out?"

I could tell she was a little angry, right? It wasn't over yet, even at this crucial moment.

"I'm not that fast, I'll come back at 11 o'clock!"

There was still half an hour; I wasn't that good.

"Bye!"

As soon as I hung up, I immediately sped up.

"You slut, of all the other men's wives I've slept with, you're the most lewd!" That wasn't an exaggeration
.

"Vulgar!"

"I'm vulgar, you're shameless, we're a match made in heaven!"

She snorted and didn't reply. I thought the days ahead were going to be very interesting. Suddenly, the thought of
that big, green turtle enjoying her every day filled me with jealousy, and I thrust harder for the last time
.

"Oh...oh...oh...don't ejaculate inside!" She was terrified. "Really...really don't,
today is my fertile period." Having learned from my previous experience, she opened her mouth and tried to get up.

I ignored her, my despicable nature showing. I gripped her slender waist even tighter, thrusting forcefully to the
deepest point . A gush of heat shot out, and she cried out, "Ahhh!" before her whole body shuddered.

I ejaculated four or five more times before I was clean. She was helpless. I flipped her over,
pulled her legs up over my shoulders, making sure all my semen was inside her and couldn't leak out anymore before releasing her.

"You're so despicable!"

Seeing her angry expression, I felt a little regretful. "I promise I'll use protection next time," I
said with a smile.

"You... what do you want?"

"Yunmei, you can't be unaware of your body's reactions, can you? Life is short, indulging is only right."

"Hmph..." She turned to pick up her dress, and I knew she had tacitly agreed. She quickly dressed,
fixed her hair in front of the mirror, and went out. Watching her practiced movements, I thought I had hired a high-class prostitute.

I even went out to eat with them at noon, playing with his wife and eating his food to replenish my energy. Thinking about it now, I feel really
embarrassed .

Later, Yunmei became my regular fuck buddy. Going out for casual sex during work hours was commonplace. We tried it in the car,
in the wilderness , and even more excitingly, going to her house to have sex after her husband went to work. When her husband went abroad, I even
took her to a wife-swapping club. Her record was having sex with eleven men in one night! I thought I'd wait until I got tired of this
before looking for new prey.

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