My foreign female colleague

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I had just graduated from university and started working a few years prior when my company sent me to work at their overseas branch. It was in a Mediterranean country, with azure seas and skies, beautiful scenery, and especially striking local girls—all with stunning figures, high noses, big eyes, and fair skin, perfectly fitting the aesthetic standards of Chinese men. Unfortunately, they spoke French, while I only spoke English, so I couldn't communicate with the girls. I could only feast my eyes on the beautiful women while sipping coffee on the street. After working there for a while, my luck turned around. My boss kindly hired a part-time French translator from the local area—a female university student. The first time I saw this foreign woman, I was immediately captivated. Her black, tight-fitting t-shirt accentuated her perfectly proportioned breasts, and her tight jeans highlighted the beautiful curves of her hips. The contrast between her slender waist and sexy hips was something many Asian girls couldn't match. And the deep gaze she gave when she spoke to people was simply irresistible. At this point, I must admit that this was my first time working abroad, and I had little experience interacting with foreign women, so it's not surprising that I felt instantly captivated.

Soon, because most of my colleagues were older, this foreign woman often chatted with me, and we gradually became familiar. I started inviting her for coffee, sometimes lunch, but I didn't dare invite her for dinner yet, because I'd heard from colleagues that in her country, inviting a girl to dinner, and if she agreed, meant you could sleep with her. So, I didn't dare to be presumptuous at first. As we talked more, I learned she was a sophomore in college and had a boyfriend who was her senior, but I sensed she wasn't very fond of him. Because we talked more, we were more comfortable joking around, and we developed a mutual attraction. Speaking of which, I must boast a little about my talent for making girls laugh, especially with dry humor. Actually, I could sense her affection for me in her eyes. During conversations, when there was a moment of silence, her gaze would be particularly focused and joyful when she looked at me—a trait quite different from Chinese girls who are usually good at hiding their true feelings.

As time went on, our mutual attraction slowly increased. Finally, one day during lunch break in the office, when all the other colleagues were out, we were chatting. I was sitting in my chair, and she was leaning against her desk. In the quiet silence, we looked at each other for a moment, and it seemed as if an emotion was rising in her deep, bright eyes. Finally, with a smile, she leaned down and gently kissed my lips, then returned to her original position with a smile. For a moment, I was stunned. Although I had fantasized about it several times before, I never expected this vibrant, youthful foreign girl to take the initiative to kiss me.

However, since the opportunity had come, I felt I couldn't let it slip away. So, I stood up, went to the office door to check, and seeing no one was there, I went back inside, locked the door from the inside, and walked happily to her side. I gently pulled her into my arms, looked down intently at her cherry-red lips, bright white teeth, and smiling, bright eyes, and could no longer restrain myself. I wrapped my arms tightly around her slender waist and began to kiss her passionately. However, worried that someone might come into the office, we only kissed for a few minutes before quickly separating.

Our relationship quickly heated up, to the point that we couldn't concentrate on work. But because there were many people in the office, it wasn't convenient to be intimate, and after work, she had to catch the company shuttle bus home immediately. Thus, each day we could only anxiously await the precious half-hour of alone time during lunch break. However, at first, our so-called intimacy was limited to me slipping my hand under her t-shirt to caress her firm, soft breasts while we kissed against the office door, and pinching her sexy buttocks through her jeans. Due to the situation, we dared not do anything more.

One day, while we were being intimate behind the office door, I finally mustered the courage to unbutton her tight jeans and slip my hand between her long, shapely thighs. Through her tuck, I could clearly feel the warmth and moisture of that soft area. As my fingers kneaded it, I heard her breathing quicken. Gently lifting the last layer, I forcefully inserted my fingers into her warm, moist interior. She let out a long moan and began kneading my already erect penis through my pants.

What happened next startled me. She simply unbuckled my belt, pulled out my erect penis without warning, and bent down to take it into her mouth. This was the first time I had ever received oral sex from a girl. Although I had dated and slept with several girls back in China, no girl had ever offered to perform oral sex on me. She was using her lips and tongue to vigorously stimulate me, while I was completely stunned by the sight. I was worried that my colleague might come knocking soon, and I was also experiencing the novelty of oral sex for the first time with a woman, especially a sexy, curvaceous foreign woman. Under the intense stimulation, I felt myself coming, so I told her I couldn't hold back anymore. Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, continuing to stimulate me with her lips and tongue while nodding to indicate she understood. Soon, a powerful gush of fluid, accumulated over several months, erupted. The force was so strong that it exceeded her expectations, perhaps because Chinese men's ejaculation intensity is greater than that of foreigners. She had to quickly adjust the angle of her head, positioning my glans against her cheek to prevent the fluid from rushing down her throat. After ejaculating, I slumped against the door, while she calmly licked my penis clean with her tongue, stood up, puffed out her cheeks, walked to her handbag, took out a tissue, spat it into it, then let out a long sigh and laughed, saying there was too much.

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