My colleague's romantic troubles

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时隔多年，深秋雨夜的北京仍然寒冷。

带着例行公事不卑不亢的笑，向最后一个客户挥手道别之后，我如释重负地长出一口气，有些不习惯地看着它们在寒夜中迅速凝结成一串混沌的白雾，袅袅上升，并最终被昏暗的夜色所吞噬。

「终于结束了，我们明天几点航班回广州？」我低着头信步走出酒店，任由雨滴淅淅沥沥落在身上。

「等一下嘛！」这娇媚而惹人怜惜的声音，即使在落雨的噪声中，也依然动听。

一阵急促的高跟鞋哒哒声后，这声音的主人来到我身旁，带着随风而至的不知名的香水味道。

「你还以为是在广州啊，遍地都是骑楼给你避雨，真是的！」视线中多出一把带着蕾丝花边的精致雨伞，把前方的路遮挡的七七八八。我无奈地苦笑，停下脚步，转过身子看着她。

唐娜是个很立体的女人，她没有天使的面孔，但是得体的职业装，流畅的大波浪，玲珑的高跟鞋，永恒的黑丝袜，优雅的香水味，再配上她与生俱来的性感嗓音和丰韵身材，使她成为一个可以从视觉、听觉和嗅觉对男性产生全方位立体诱惑的女人。

好吧，我承认，之所以说她「立体」而不是「全面」，主要原因还在于她凶猛的ｃ罩杯。何况，在她成为母亲之后，ｃ罩杯也许是个极端保守的估计。虽然我对丰乳肥臀向来没有什么特殊爱好，但是雄性的本能还是偶尔会让我对那两团高耸挺拔的柔软凶器想入非非。

现在那对充满诱惑力的凶器就在我眼前，隔着0.01公分的北京夜色，堪堪与我的右臂相接。刚才的几步小跑让她有些上气不接下气，迷离的夜灯下，职装上衣和紧身羊绒遮不住那一抹动人曲线的起伏和流动，我不怀好意地歪着头，让目光赤裸裸的随着那曲线徘徊蔓延。

「你个淫魔，公司有你这样的领导真是没希望了」她一边假装忿忿，一边抬起右臂，用她的包包挡在胸前，试图阻挡淫魔领导无孔不入的视奸。

「好了好了，不看了不看了，你想让我看我都不看了，哈哈」「去死吧你」她嘴上说着狠话，却依然乖巧地为我撑着伞。

有时候我不得不承认，唐娜是个可爱的女人。

她是公司综合部的行政助理，二八年华，永远大方得体温柔可人的风韵少妇。

白天，她是办公室单身屌丝们的舆论焦点；到了夜里，她会摇身一变成为无论老少婚否所有男同事办公室奸情幻想中的女主角。工作时，她算是我半专职的助理，认真细致；生活中，她是我的红颜知己，泼辣开朗。

我们分别从黄河边和长江边来到广州工作，喜欢一起嘲笑这里的花香鸟语、清淡饮食、恶劣天气以及一切我们看不顺眼的广州特色。在广州这座包容大气的城市，我们刻意的把自己与周围的环境隔离开来，在子虚乌有无端捏造的同是天涯沦落人的情境中发乎情止乎礼地放肆着暧昧。

她倾慕我的才气和优秀，我贪恋她的气质和身材，一拍即合。

我喜欢听她用武汉口音婉转妖娆地叫我哥哥或者淫魔，她喜欢我色迷迷地瞟着她的胸部喊她大波妹或女流氓。

暧昧爱好者喜欢给自己找不同的原因，那纯属扯淡。都市的生活太压抑，每个人都渴望一些计划外的心跳体验。不管你是否承认，每个人都有一个贪杯的灵魂，仅此而已。

我有女朋友，她有丈夫和孩子，而公司对于办公室恋情的敏感也注定了我们都会理智地保守各自的底线和分寸，并在底线之内偶尔寻求一些隔靴搔痒的刺激——比如闲暇时共进晚餐，失意时喝酒吐槽，偶尔发几条荤段子和ｙｙ图片，说些我想你你想我之类的闲话。

当然，后来的事态发展证明这种自以为是的底线和分寸是盲目而无耻的。

但至少现在，我们自信一切都在自己的掌握之中。

所以我很满意像刚才那样的戏谑和玩笑，既有礼有节又活香活色。玩笑过后，我稍显抑郁的心情果然有一丝丝缓解。

于是习惯性地伸手拨开雨伞，重新走入漫天秋雨中。

「你不要命了！」唐娜显然对于我在游戏过后的冷淡非常不满意。

我如遇雷击般地猛然停住脚步，心头一阵刺痛。这样的情绪，这样的场景，对我而言实在是太熟悉了。

我生平最恨黑暗，因此也极端讨厌视线被任何东西遮蔽。南方多雨，每次我不耐烦地冲进雨中时，岳翠微都会一边喊着「你不要命了」，一边把雨伞伸出去恰到好处地套住我的头。每当这时候，我都会故作无奈实则甜蜜的向她屈服，然后一只手接过雨伞，一只手环绕在她窈窕的腰间，开始漫无目的自由奔放的雨中漫步。

这样如水的温柔和甜蜜，也许不会再有了吧。我想。

唐娜是个善解人意的女人，看到我的低落情绪，她只是静静的走过来，再一次为我撑起雨伞。

她挽起我的右臂，拖着我慢慢前行。

这场景看起来那么自然，就像她本来是我的妻子一样。

「你今天心情不好，明天我们就回去了，不如今晚去酒吧坐坐」我点头。

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊「是在想岳翠微吧？」三里屯或是后海的某个不知名的酒吧里，我们已经喝完了第二打喜力。

驻场歌手带着蜗居地下室被破门而入查暂住证时的悲怆和凄凉演唱着这个夏天最令人心碎的《北京北京》，在其中的某一个桥段或某一个瞬间，我仿佛看到了曾经的自己。

「十年前，也是这样一个秋天的晚上」我没有回答唐娜的问题，只是自顾自的说起自己的心事。

「我和岳翠微来北京闯荡的第一晚，无家可归。我们坐在北航校园内的一张长椅上，我为她打着伞，紧紧的抱着她，让她在我的温暖和遮蔽下入睡。我一夜都没合眼。结果你猜怎么样？第二天，她把自己的第一次交给我……」我拎起一瓶新开的啤酒，摇晃着走向小酒吧门口。

唐娜快步追过来，扶住我，用力按着我的肩膀，让我坐在门口的台阶上。

「之后她说，她从此后再也不害怕了，因为有我，她要永远和我在一起……咳咳咳」我仰起头试图把瓶中物全部倒进喉咙里，结果被呛得半死。

激烈的咳嗽让我的情绪也激动起来，尽管唐娜不停地帮我摩挲后背，想要让我冷静下来。可还是制止不了我狠狠把酒瓶砸碎在门前的马路上。

「北京，我操你大爷！」「别闹了，不就是失恋吗，多大点事啊，是男人吗你」她的激烈情绪反倒让我冷静了一些，我缓缓坐下，身体像突然被断电的机器人，瞬间无力的瘫软。幸亏有唐娜抱住我，轻轻把我的头靠在她的肩膀上。

「好了，别再说了，喝酒吧，我陪你」凄冷的雨夜，心碎的乐曲，伤心的过往，这样的铺垫，总是会预示着一些事情的发生。

Later we started laughing and talking loudly, then our arms were around each other, our bodies rubbing together excessively, driven by desire. Finally, I heard her tell the driver the name of the hotel, and then she collapsed unconscious into Donna's arms, my head buried deep in her business skirt. In the fragments of my memory, I seemed to smell a scent that was both familiar and strange, probably what people call a woman's fragrance.

Was this how that lecherous old man Al Pacino tasted a woman's scent? I think so, right?

********** A fiery dream.

A northern midnight, even after the rain, the air was still dry. I was dizzy, a burning fire in my throat.

I wanted water.

A woman's soft, moist lips trembled as she pressed against my forehead, drifting erratically across my cheek. I longed for that slippery object to touch my lips, to relieve my irritating thirst. But her lips lightly brushed across my skin, like a dragonfly skimming the water, moving down to my chest… The fire in my throat followed, flowing down and wandering throughout my body. As reason crumbled and I could no longer resist, a voluptuous, mature body nakedly broke the last straw of rationality.

She lay against my chest, her once firm breasts now as limp as my heart and limbs. I could even feel the tiny bumps on the surface of her nipples, slowly teasing my nerves with her trembling, finally igniting a long-suppressed raging fire of desire.

"So cold, I…" Her voice was so soft I couldn't make out which verb preceded "I."

Her right hand groped for my left side, grabbing my left arm and placing it on her back.

Her body was icy cold. I grabbed the blanket beside me and hastily covered her.

My left hand could no longer resist the allure of her smooth, soft skin, slowly sliding down her back, then climbing back up from her waist, stopping at her full buttocks.

It seems only through personal experience can one truly understand how three-dimensional she is… I could feel an uncontrollable urge in my lower body; my long-dormant male organ had become incredibly strong, and the passion buried within me for days surged forth, demanding release.

Seemingly sensing the movement and heat from below, she propped herself up, her obedient tongue embarking on a new journey, slowly moving along the central axis of my body.

Finally, my little brother felt the rhythm and moisture of her breath.

I reached out to stroke her head, subconsciously murmuring,

“Cuiwei.” The intense atmosphere was completely frozen by this unexpected yet perfectly logical call, silence descending.

A rustling sound came from the darkness; it must have been Donna fumbling for her clothes scattered on the bed and floor, silently putting them on. She gently opened the door. A bright light fell on my face, but it wasn't enough to wake me.

There was no expected door closing sound; the light shone on me for what seemed like an eternity. An autumn breeze blew into the room, and I couldn't help but shiver.

After hesitating for a long time, Donna finally closed the door, walked back to the bedside, and bent down to cover me with the blanket. As she leaned over, I heard her soft sigh.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, gently stroking my face. I guessed that at that moment, I seemed like a big child to her.

But a big child is still a big child, not only in age, but also in a certain part of their lower body.

The emotions that hadn't been released earlier reignited under this simplest skin-to-skin contact, and my penis broke through the blanket's pressure, becoming erect again.

Donna, now a married woman, naturally noticed this change. She lifted the blanket, and a small hand climbed onto my already erect and firm breasts, causing all the blood in my body to rush to the peak once more. Her hands sometimes caressed my penis, sometimes rubbed my scrotum, and my lower body uncontrollably swelled to its limit.

Then, with hazy eyes, I saw her turn her back to me and lower her head deeply, my penis instantly enveloped in warmth and moisture. Her large, wavy hair surged with the rise and fall of her head, and a few minutes later, the passion suppressed for a month finally erupted.

Men often fall asleep easily after such release, and I tried to pry open my heavy eyelids to say a few words to this woman. But exhaustion and alcohol had drained all my strength; I only half-opened my eyes, reached out in her direction, called out "Nana," and then drifted off to sleep. Before my eyelids closed completely, in the dim light of the nightlight, I seemed to see two strings of pearl-like glistening teardrops on her cheeks.

********** The morning after a hangover is always painful. When I opened my eyes, although my head was throbbing, I didn't smell the expected strong odor of alcohol. On the other side of the double bed, my clothes were neatly folded, and there were steaming drinks and fried dough sticks on the table.

She leaned quietly against the sofa, her legs tightly crossed, her striking black stockings shimmering in the sunlight. Even asleep, Donna remained elegant.

A sudden, indescribable emotion welled up inside me—was it warmth, or perhaps just a feeling of being moved? Maybe I just wanted this moment to last a little longer.

I gently sat up, leaning my head against the headboard, trying to sit up. But even this slight movement drew Donna's eyes. For a moment, our gazes locked. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, she quickly averted her gaze, avoiding mine.

A three-second silence followed.

"You scoundrel, did you rape me?" I finally spoke first.

She didn't argue or bicker as I'd expected. She simply rose gracefully, adjusting her slightly raised skirt. Then she placed the fried dough sticks and soy milk in front of me.

"Eat quickly, it's eleven o'clock. Our flight is at two in the afternoon, we don't have time." I took the breakfast, watching her sit back down on the sofa. She stopped talking to me, just looking down at her phone.

We devoured the food, finishing breakfast a minute later.

"I'm so hungry," I said, feeling like I was just making small talk. "Um... thank you." "Thank me for what?" She looked up at me, a half-smile playing on her lips.

I was taken aback, clearly not expecting her to be so direct.

"Get up, you're running late," she said, as if anticipating my awkwardness. "Your clothes are all ironed, and I bought you new underwear. Get dressed quickly. I'll wait for you in the lobby."

She walked briskly to the bedside and bent down to pick up her bag from the bedside table. I suddenly gripped her hand tightly.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I stared straight at her.

She lowered her head and remained silent.

After a long while, she turned her head and said softly, word by word, "Because last night before we got into the taxi, you let me wear your coat." Donna silently shook off my hand, walked to the door, and suddenly turned back to look at me, saying, "From now on... call me Nana, okay?" From that moment on, I finally realized that our relationship had undergone a complete transformation.

[The End]

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