Playing with the older sister in the workplace

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As autumn deepens in the inland areas, the weather has become slightly chilly. When another Monday arrived, I walked into the office with mixed feelings, and my colleague was already sitting at her desk tidying things up. She smiled at me when she saw me. I rushed over and hugged her tightly, bursting into tears of joy. I asked her what was wrong. She quietly told me that she wasn't sick at all. She hadn't come to work because she was afraid her colleagues would notice. Hearing this, I felt a surge of happiness.

In the afternoon, she said our confidential document storage room needed tidying up. She needed to clean out some old documents, register those that had exceeded their expiration date, and report them for destruction. She also asked me to fetch a basin of water and wipe the dust off the storage room. I gladly accepted the task. Just as I was busy in this room, which rarely saw anyone throughout the year, my colleague came in, carrying a kettle of hot water. She said it was cold, and I should add some hot water so my hands wouldn't get cold. After my trip to Beijing, she had become much more caring towards me. Watching my older sister's nimble movements as she worked, and her full, round buttocks encased in her clothes, I suddenly realized that this secluded, confidential warehouse was actually a wonderfully private space. Lost in thought, I forgot about my work. My sister, not hearing my movements for a while, turned around and, finding me staring intently at her back, froze. We stood there, our eyes locked in silence, gazing at each other. Almost simultaneously, we embraced and kissed passionately. It was an unforgettable, arduous kiss, lasting almost ten minutes, leaving me breathless and my sister trembling, on the verge of collapse. Soon, I lifted her and placed her on the filing table, saying, "I'm going to work on you!" I impatiently unbuckled her belt, my hands rummaging inside her clothes, kneading and shaping her large, white breasts wantonly. When I pulled down her pants, her fertile private area was already soaking wet. I pulled my jeans down to my knees and thrust in recklessly. I pinched her two small, grape-like nipples, my lower body moving rhythmically in a piston-like motion. With my deep and shallow, slow and fast thrusts, she quickly entered a state of frenzy. She moaned softly, her full, plump body trembling like a giant jelly under my impact. A blush rose on her cheeks, and amidst her plaintive moans and the rhythmic trembling of her white flesh, this exquisitely mature woman gave me an immense sense of conquest and accomplishment. During the thrusting, I freed one hand to stroke her sparse, glossy brown pubic hair, saying, "You are my comfort woman." "I am, I am!" she responded urgently, her vagina contracting in waves, her whole body writhing. Then, she suddenly sat up, tightly embracing my head and showering me with passionate kisses. My face felt the fiery softness of my older sister's lips, and my penis felt the contractions of her lower body. Although I could no longer thrust, watching a mature and proud woman lose control of herself, indulging in her climax without regard for her dignity in front of a young man, gave me a sense of pride and a sense of accomplishment.

As her climax subsided, I realized my penis was still hard inside her. My older sister brushed the sweat from her forehead and softly said, "You're not done yet? You're amazing!" I said, "Then lie still and let me continue." As I spoke, I began to thrust deeply. My older sister cried out, "Stop, stop! Please have mercy on me! I can't take it anymore!" I stopped and asked, "What should I do? I'm not satisfied yet." My older sister lay on the desk, took a few breaths, then got up and pulled me to sit on the desk. She moved a chair and sat opposite me, wiping my penis with a hot towel as she said, "I'll make you feel good." After wiping, my older sister lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth. This action was completely unexpected; a jolt of electricity shot up my spine and into my brain. Watching my penis move in and out of her gentle lips, my penis felt like it was about to explode. After a while, she slowly slipped her hand under my scrotum and used a finger to probe my anus. A few minutes later, another intense sensation surged from my brain up my spine to my penis, which throbbed as it ejaculated into her mouth. I lay back, panting heavily. My penis had gone limp, but she continued to eat it. I quickly turned my head and said, "Sister, go spit it out; I have some chewing gum in my drawer." She looked up at me and smiled, telling me she had swallowed it all. In my astonishment, I felt a surge of gratitude. I felt that from that moment on, my older sister and I were destined to be inseparable; she was mine, and I was hers. The next day, I secretly bought a jacquard blanket and placed it in a cabinet in the confidential archive, just in case. I couldn't let my older sister's plump, delicate body lie on the hard, cold table any longer.

From then on, whenever either my sister or I needed something, we would shake the key to the confidential archive, or say, "Something needs to be done," and we would understand each other perfectly, choosing an opportune moment to go to the adjacent confidential archive. Privately, my sister and I both called the confidential archive room our "bridal chamber," partly because it was where we made our lovemaking, and partly because the archive room had no windows, and the old-fashioned domed building truly resembled a cave. One hot day, when people are more impulsive, I told my sister I wanted to, and she told me she had her period and it hadn't completely stopped. But that day I really wanted it, so I practically dragged her into the archive room. On the table where we made love, covered with a blanket, I stripped my older sister naked and made her crawl like a puppy. I played with her from all sides, making her moan softly, her white body writhing, her large breasts swaying back and forth, looking incredibly wanton—a living, breathing erotic scene. A mixture of her vaginal fluid and a small amount of menstrual blood slowly flowed from her upturned buttocks. I took out a cucumber I had prepared beforehand, showed it to her, and then inserted it. My older sister held her breath, her whole body trembling. When she heard me say, "A red hole needs a green cucumber to pound it," she couldn't withstand the stimulation and collapsed onto the table, her snow-white, voluptuous body instantly transforming into an alluring "Hibiscus Sleeping in Spring" picture. I used the cucumber to bring her to orgasm twice before taking my own, continuing until she was completely silent. That was our wildest time; we didn't even answer when someone knocked on the door. Afterwards, the older woman lay on the table, too weak to get up, saying she'd gone too far and needed to rest. I spread her legs, opened a bottle of mineral water, and started washing her, playing with her as I did so. I even put a sanitary napkin on her. She murmured, "You're such a nemesis!" Back in the office, it was almost time to leave. There were several missed calls from the office wiring, all from the unit leaders. The older woman and I were startled. She rushed to the leader's office, while I waited quietly in the office. A little while later, she returned and said that the city fire department had come to inspect fire prevention facilities that afternoon, and the confidential storage room was one of the key areas they inspected. The leader had called many times but couldn't reach us, asking where we were. I didn't ask what she had told the leader, but she said everything was fine now and warned me never to be so insolent again.

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