Salesman's Tale

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These past few days, while I've been resting and recuperating at home, I've had the good fortune to stumble upon the treasure trove that is "Springtime in the Courtyard." This has allowed me to hone my skills during these quiet times (??, hehe...), and the days haven't felt so bleak... I've been lurking in the courtyard for a while now, and seeing the masterpieces offered by the esteemed members has reignited my creative urge to be observed. Therefore, I'm sharing some old work I published a few years ago, hoping for your kind guidance!
(01) Additional Procurement I am a salesperson at a connector manufacturer. Recently, due to the economic downturn caused by the Southeast Asian financial crisis, my performance has also declined significantly. Not only have I lost my performance bonus, but I also get scolded by my manager during meetings, which makes me feel dizzy and frustrated. Before, even when my performance was bad, I still made about two million a month. But in the past few months, it has dropped to seven or eight hundred thousand. Although the company's overall performance has also declined, my performance is even more dismal. I am undoubtedly the target of everyone's criticism and have become a pariah. It seems that I have to work harder to find more new customers to make up for the lost performance. Now, in addition to closely monitoring the order status of current customers in order to stabilize the existing performance, I have to re-examine the information of customers I have contacted before but have not yet closed a deal with. After filtering out customers with low conversion rates or those whose benefits are not high even if they close a deal, I concentrate my efforts on locking in a few heavyweight factories.
One of the motherboard manufacturers, located in the Tucheng Industrial Zone, is particularly important. This motherboard manufacturer is among the top 20 in China in terms of production capacity, and its connector procurement volume is also quite astonishing. If I can successfully establish a connection, it will definitely help my sluggish performance!
But there's no such thing as a free lunch, and business isn't something you can just do and expect to succeed immediately. Just like the first test that all salespeople must face: dealing with customer rejection!
Hitting walls and facing setbacks is inevitable. After several days of contact, I finally made some initial progress and discovered that the person in charge of connector procurement was a female section chief named Huang Meihui. However, what followed was the beginning of a series of setbacks… I called her several times, only to be met with a barrage of rejections. She was either on the phone, in a meeting, away from her seat, or had taken a last-minute leave of absence. It was incredibly discouraging. I wanted to schedule a visit to explore business opportunities, but I couldn't even find her. But I didn't give up. After all, I'd been in sales for a while, and these small setbacks were nothing. So I tried contacting her again… Finally, two weeks later, I made contact with her by phone for the first time. After a few pleasantries, I briefly explained my company's business and the products we sold, and that I could offer very competitive prices and the best quality… After hearing my introduction and quote, she said the price was quite attractive, but she already had supplies available. The business had already placed orders, so the chances of them ordering from me in the short term were quite low. She advised me not to waste too much time on her company… another bucket of cold water was poured on me… But what was slightly comforting was that her tone wasn't entirely dismissive. Although it was polite, my years of experience told me that there were still opportunities. So I offered to send a few samples to her company's engineering department for quality approval. She didn't comment, but still advised me that their company's orders were hard to come by, and that instead of spending time on them, I should develop other new clients… I was very grateful for her advice and said that even if there were no orders later, I still needed to fulfill my responsibility to develop business, and asked her to continue to look after me. Hearing this, she appreciated my efforts and asked me to send the samples to her for confirmation with the engineering department, but she couldn't guarantee there would be orders later. I said, "It's okay, at least I've done my best!" and then ended the interview.
Actually, I felt she was quite easy to get along with this time. Her tone was very approachable, like a mother or older sister, so she should be easy to communicate with! Alright, now that we've made contact, it's time to get into action. We
won't give up until we secure the order! Good clients are hard to find, small companies don't have the volume, and unknown companies might get shut down – it's tough!
The next day, I arranged a time to visit her, and also to bring samples for her company's engineering department to approve. That afternoon, I arrived at her company on time, and I was actually quite excited about this first meeting. After waiting for about ten minutes, she came out to see me, and I finally saw her in person. She apologized for making me wait so long.
She wore black-rimmed plastic glasses, which made her look rather old-fashioned. She was about 158 cm tall, and from a distance, she looked a bit like Bai Bingbing, but slightly taller. She wore a yellow pencil skirt suit; the dignified pencil skirt paired with a white shirt gave her a rather capable managerial air.
Then I started introducing my company's products to her. Actually, connectors are a very mature industry; there's not much to say. Specifications, price, and delivery time are all that's needed to determine success or failure. But sales isn't easy; to achieve good "sales" results, you must first fulfill your sales "duties." So, after getting to the point, she had nothing else to do, so we started chatting… During this conversation, I learned more about her background… She was about five years older than me, had been married for eight years, and her husband was still a colleague at the same company, but he was currently stationed in mainland China as the manager of the mainland factory, returning home about every six months. On the other hand, I jokingly asked her, "Aren't you worried that your husband might have a mistress in mainland China?" She laughed and replied, "Back then, her husband pursued her relentlessly before she agreed to marry him, so she knows his weight all too well. Even if she had the guts, she wouldn't have the money! Besides, you can tie a person down but not their heart, right? The tighter you watch them, the easier it is for them to make mistakes!" I couldn't help but admire her confidence, and upon closer inspection, it wasn't hard to imagine her youthful beauty seven or eight years ago. In fact, in my opinion, she wasn't particularly beautiful, but her dignified demeanor and the clear and logical way she narrated things were even more admirable.
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Then she talked about her children. She has two, a boy and a girl. Her eldest son is four years old and in kindergarten, while her two-year-old daughter is cared for by a nanny. She became more and more animated as she spoke... The image of lively, energetic children immediately came to mind, appearing in her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. The eldest's mischievousness and the youngest's obedience were vividly reflected... At this point, I looked her over again. Perhaps because she had given birth, her slightly protruding belly was clearly visible, and her breasts were quite full, but with a rather pointed shape, making her upper body outfit look like two cones. I must admit, this kind of sensuality was captivating even to me; her Her face was slightly round, but it also showed the signs of aging from being a wife and mother. Her thighs were a bit too large for her proportions, but still quite well-proportioned… ************ Later, I visited her a few more times and we became more and more familiar. Every time I went to her company, I would bring her some small and exquisite gifts, not too expensive and not something to gossip about. She appreciated my thoughtfulness, but the order I cared about most was still nowhere to be found, which made me very anxious… In mid-March, at the World Trade Center Electronics Exhibition, her company was also exhibiting at the World Trade Center. She went to visit and look for new suppliers. She asked me to meet her outside the World Trade Center and then we would go to a nearby restaurant for dinner.
That day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. As soon as she saw me, she exclaimed, “It’s so hot…” and quickly drank a can of beverage in one gulp to feel refreshed.
She wore a white, form-fitting jumpsuit that didn't reach her knees. At first glance, it appeared quite simple and elegant, nothing out of the ordinary for a working woman. But to me, upon closer inspection, it presented a completely different picture… The white suit made her look vibrant. Her breasts, already full and ample, were now even more exposed by the fitted, low-cut design of the suit, revealing their shape perfectly. Her cleavage was so deep and unfathomable, pushed up by her breasts. One could imagine that her bra was as thin as a condom, and her nipples, like pearls, stood clearly on her breasts, making her even more alluring as she walked by, almost arousing my lust.
If one looked closely, one could vaguely see the white thong covering her genitals, its shapely form particularly prominent at the entrance to her vulva, with a narrow, arched indentation in the middle. Especially today, with the oppressive Australian heat, she was frequently sweating, her vulva also damp with sweat, her clothes and body soaked – a truly alluring sight… Although, given my social experience, my sexual desires have long since transcended insatiable cravings, seeing her like this… Her makeup was alluring, yet I couldn't resist my erection, my blood surging. I imagined us, naked and in public, making love, sweating profusely… Upon entering the restaurant, she went to the restroom first, so I had to find a seat and wait for her. I deliberately chose a less crowded table in the corner. When she came out of the restroom, she immediately saw my seat and walked towards me. I smiled and waved to her. Looking closer, I noticed her elegant gait, a different kind of refined grace.
After the meal, I asked her the same old question: when would I finally get some business?!
"If I keep standing here like this, my manager is about to beat me to death!!" I said earnestly, almost pleadingly.
She paused for a moment, slowly sipped her tea, and after swallowing it, pursed her lips and smiled faintly: "Recently, our company has also been short of orders. New orders are significantly lower than at this time of year, and we have a lot of spare parts and materials in stock. Since you're a new supplier, you'll have to wait for the next wave of orders to have any chance… Besides, I've reminded you before that being proactive doesn't guarantee business!" Hearing this, I could only quickly agree.
We went back and forth, engaging in a lively debate, until I was completely exhausted… Finally, the most unexpected thing happened… Just as "being proactive doesn't guarantee success," "being passive doesn't mean failure," and finally, a turning point arrived.
She actually hinted at wanting a kickback. I was quite shocked at first and couldn't figure it out, but I quickly came to my senses and saw this as an opportunity. So I agreed to her request, giving her a 3% kickback as per industry practice. I believed the manager wouldn't object, and she promised to allocate 15% of the orders to me one by one over three months... I was overjoyed. After all, these orders added up to almost 1.3 million a month, which was like a long-awaited rain after a drought! At least I wouldn't have to put up with the manager's wrath anymore!
After the deal was finalized, I finally felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Ignoring my embarrassing state, I slumped back in my chair, completely exhausted.
So we started chatting. When she learned I wasn't married and didn't have a girlfriend, she kindly offered to introduce me to one. I thanked her profusely, and I couldn't help but let my guard down, occasionally making sexual jokes that hinted at her married life. She was quite open about it, listening quietly to my crude jokes, a shy smile playing on her lips, and occasionally chiming in with a few words… After that, I gained a new understanding of her. Beneath her simple exterior, her heart was actually lively, and while bound by the moral constraints of being a wife and mother, she subtly revealed a curiosity about other men's bodies… In her deep eyes, I could already see… Her sexual desires… After a few weeks, I gradually built a foundation of mutual trust with her. We chatted about everything. She was tired of the dullness of office gossip and endless entertainment news. Although she was a woman, her awareness of the bigger picture was remarkably sharp. She could talk fluently about the future impact of the Southeast Asian financial crisis, the potential regional economic instability caused by the prolonged depreciation of the yen, and the possible cross-strait impact of the Clinton-Jiang Zemin summit… even topics that seem extremely difficult to men could be discussed. This truly impressed me!
Fortunately, I have a habit of reading. I read newspapers daily, including political and economic news, business and economic publications, and magazines like World Journal, Business Weekly, Financial News, and Business Today. This finally came in handy, which was another gain. Although my arguments weren't as grand as those of the experts on television, my alternative perspectives convinced her! Otherwise, wouldn't I be no different from any other mediocre salesperson, losing all my appetite?
Aside from these dry current events, we actually share many other interests. For example, she, like me, dislikes spicy food and is easygoing… etc. In the realm of literature, Zhu Tianxin's rhythmic songs are sung endlessly, Zhang Xiaofeng's essay collections, Xi Murong's "Seven Mile Fragrance," and Xiao Ye's "The Life of a Pupa"… these were all pursuits we shared in our youth!
Her care and meticulous attention to her children showed me a gentle maternal side… My dedication to work, my hopes and plans for the future earned her high praise!
After she gradually trusted my character, she treated me like a younger brother, as if I were her own son. Finally, we both unconsciously fell into the vortex of lust... **********
... I saw her eyes were tightly closed, her whole body was covered in cold sweat, even the back of her shirt was soaked, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked exhausted, like she had just returned from an adventure. She slumped limply in her seat... This sight made me feel sorry for her. She was a woman, struggling in the workplace, charging through a man's world; she must have faced many setbacks... When the car was almost in Tucheng, it was nearly two o'clock. She decided on the spur of the moment to go straight home instead of going back to the company. I nodded in agreement: "That's good, get some rest!" Her apartment was located on Section 3 of Central Road in Tucheng, a twenty-story residential building. Having known her for so long, this was the first time I'd been to her home. When the car arrived at the building, she seemed to have fallen asleep from exhaustion. I gently shook her awake. She paused for a moment, then reluctantly opened her eyes. "We're home!" I said, gently shaking her shoulder.
I assumed she'd come upstairs herself, but instead, she looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "Aren't you coming up for coffee?!" "But there don't seem to be any parking spaces here...?" "It's okay, just drive to the entrance to the basement parking lot at the back. Parking space B3, number 12 is mine." So, following her directions, I went around to parking space B3, number 12 in the basement parking lot.
She told me that she bought a parking space along with the house, and her husband had been parking there before. However, her husband had been stationed in mainland China for the past two or three years, and she usually took the bus to work, stopping at just two stops. Since she didn't drive, the car just sat idle in the space. Last time her husband came back, he even gave the car to his younger brother, so the space was currently empty.
Wow! My sister is so wise and farsighted! Considering the increasingly serious parking problem in the greater Taipei area these past few years, buying a car without a parking space is practically torture!
After parking the car, I followed her into the elevator, going straight to the sixteenth floor and entering her apartment.
"You've really gone to so much trouble today."
"It's nothing, really..." I felt a little guilty; it was just driving, after all!
"I'll make you some coffee first, you can rest a bit before you go, okay?" she instructed in a tone like an old woman. I had no choice but to obediently sit on the sofa in the living room, casually picking up a newspaper to slowly peruse.
She took off her high heels and went straight into the bedroom, emerging a short while later, having removed her pink jacket from her suit, along with her handbag and earrings, which she probably tossed onto the bed. But she seemed much more relaxed than when she got out of the car, and then headed to the kitchen. "Don't be shy, you should get some rest!" I said, casually crossing my legs while reading the newspaper.
She seemed distracted, making herself coffee and taking a plate from the refrigerator before coming out.
She placed coffee and a fruit platter on the low table in front of me, along with a packet of sugar and creamer. "Oh dear, the house is a mess, I don't have much to offer. Here, have a drink to perk you up. I'm really grateful to you today..." "We're not strangers, why are you being so polite?!" I muttered playfully.
She stood in front of me, hands on her hips, smiling, and said, "Okay, I'm going to take a shower first. You can read the newspaper, okay?!" With that, she headed towards the bedroom. I suppose there's a bathroom there too! So
I pretended to be relaxed, reclining comfortably, reading the newspaper and sipping my coffee.
Her apartment was nearly 40 square meters, with a fairly square layout, a standard three-bedroom, two-living room design. The living room alone was almost 10 square meters, quite spacious.
About ten minutes later, she came out of the bedroom wearing a transparent white gauze one-piece nightgown, with a strapless white bra underneath, which fully supported her perky breasts. Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, her chest muscles were particularly rounded, white with a rosy tint; and her pair of full and soft breasts looked like inflated water balloons, vividly lifelike and extremely beautiful. Her fair body was damp with water droplets, clinging to the white gauze, making her appear almost naked, her figure fully exposed, further fueling the imagination… Her lower body was covered by a close-fitting white thong. Although her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, her body extended inwards and downwards towards the entrance of her vulva, without any cumbersome movement. Therefore, although the vulva was concave and rounded, the proportions were just right. In addition, the pubic hair around the entrance and the undulating flesh of her vulva were faintly visible through the bright panties… Good heavens, I almost had a nosebleed… I never expected that the older woman would be so uninhibited with me… She gently brushed her damp hair back and walked over to me, choosing the empty seat to my left. The fragrant scent of sunflowers emanated from her body, spreading and arousing me even more… No matter how mature and composed I am, I probably couldn't resist the alluring figure before me… “Wow! So comfortable…” she said comfortably.
Seeing that she had shaken off her fatigue, I got up to say goodbye. She urged me to stay a little longer, explaining that traffic was bad on the way back and she had to pick up her two children from the nanny at 6:30. Since there was still an hour or so until then, we could chat and pass the time… So I stayed, and we chatted about everything under the sun. Inevitably, jokes about sex and romance were interspersed, and I occasionally made suggestive advances, lighthearted yet subtle, which made her chuckle… Perhaps I had effortlessly opened her heart… As we talked, I jokingly asked her, “With your husband so far away in mainland China, is your sexual satisfaction only achieved through fantasy?!” She was quite open about it, not at all shy about the question, just a little reserved, shrugging with a wry smile.
We gazed at each other silently for a long while. I inhaled the fragrance emanating from her. "Sister Huang!...I..." I was overcome with impulse, and I even wanted to touch her shoulder. She looked at me tenderly, a slight blush rising on her fair face... Her intoxicated eyes held a faint plea... I gazed deeply into the depths of her soul.
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Time stood still for what felt like an eternity... I knew that at this moment, I had broken down her reserve, ignited her passion, and opened her heart... She leaned back quietly on the sofa, closing her eyes contentedly... And so, the ravenous tiger, seeing a piece of delicious flesh before it, finally suppressed all its exhaustion, forcefully broke through the gates, and leaped out... I carefully placed my hand on her shoulder, gently caressing it. She did not resist, so I slowly kneaded it, massaging her right shoulder back and forth. She quietly closed her eyes.
Within minutes, my right middle finger was stroking the edge of her right breast, gently kneading it back and forth. She finally sighed, but kept her eyes closed. "This is wrong. Have you thought about the serious consequences?" Her tone was calm, but it didn't stop my further teasing. I didn't answer, but quietly slid my fingers down her shoulder, breast, armpit... Finally, I lifted her bra, and immediately a plump, fresh, specially cultivated, extra-large peach bounced out. These soft, plump breasts, freed from their restraints, swayed incessantly, quite tempting... I greedily looked at her two large breasts, almost unable to swallow. She lowered her head shyly, and I slowly moved forward, pressed against her nipple, and began to suckle. The sweet taste was like a spring of sweet water, refreshing and reaching my body and mind... I sucked and licked her right breast a few times, then moved to her left breast... I slowly inserted my left index finger into her vagina, and she trembled in surprise.
"Slowly...slowly put it in..." she said, her eyes filled with thirst and pleading.
"Yes, I will." I carefully and gently dug into her unfathomable honey hole... her lower body gushed out honey-like fluids uncontrollably.
Mei Hui enjoyed the unparalleled pleasure brought by my fingers moving and stimulating inside her wetness. "Ah...ah...again..." Although her vagina wasn't large, it was just the right tightness and ease to probe. Scraping and squeezing along the walls of her vagina, the soft flesh felt like dough saturated with syrup. The sensation of being deep inside was more comfortable than thrusting with a penis, without the effort required for a full-body thrust in a normal position. It was easy and comfortable... My hand was like an unstoppable python biting and groping recklessly at Mei Hui's vaginal opening. With constant digging and probing, Mei Hui finally shed her restraint and gradually sank into the abyss of sexual indulgence... Mei Hui's body slowly arched upwards. My left hand didn't stop either, gently kneading her breasts. My whole hand rhythmically kneaded around her breasts, which felt quite soft and comfortable. It was hard to imagine that a woman in her thirties could still have such tender elasticity.
I watched as Meihui lay peacefully on the sofa, contentedly enjoying my sexual massage. A soft blush rose to her cheeks, and her lower body continuously released a torrent of pleasurable fluid, almost soaking her panties and even spilling onto the sofa. My right hand was also submerged in the overflowing fluid… “Do you want to come in?!” Meihui asked, her eyes half-closed, her legs slightly parted, though my hand was already ravaging inside.
She looked at me affectionately, her curled-up body twitching intermittently from stiffness. Her body had been completely conquered by me, like a defeated soldier captured by me, at my mercy… “I…” Actually, I hesitated. What if I fell into a bottomless pit… the consequences… were unimaginable!
Although my penis was painfully throbbing, I felt I had to be patient. I didn't want Meihui to test my limits so easily. After all, saving up resources is essential for a long-term battle; if I used up all my ammunition at once, how could I fight again?!
While ejaculation during intercourse is the ultimate goal of sex, it can be quite troublesome if, without preparation and driven by impulse, I accidentally leave behind my seed. Although I didn't let Meihui reach orgasm this time, it whetted her appetite and made her vagina unbearably itchy... Next time, going straight for the entrance won't be a problem!
I don't know where I got the courage, but even though the army had already breached the city gate, I stopped: "I didn't wear a condom! Besides, it's almost time, and you still have to take care of the baby later..." She was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses: "I see... ah..." "That's fine, what we did was a bit too impulsive..." Her voice was a little breathless from the rubbing of her whole body.
"You lie down and rest for a while, I'll tidy up and leave... um..." I patted her cheek.
"Um..." Meihui lay docilely on the sofa like a kitten. "Will you come again?" "Yes, of course! Call me anytime you need me! Okay?!" As I expected, Mei Hui couldn't resist the intense pleasure I was giving her.
A little later, after straightening my disheveled shirt and tying my tie, I got up to leave without a second thought.
I was incredibly excited, because my first direct encounter with Mei Hui was a resounding victory!
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From then on, she finally shed the layers of thick clothing that had covered her body, revealing herself to me naked and unashamed, fully enjoying the climax of our extramarital affair.
Most importantly, she trusted me not only to satisfy her sexual needs but also to keep this a secret!
This was undoubtedly her long-held desire: "A secret space outside of ordinary married life where she could completely indulge her desires without any moral burden!" But she also wanted me to adhere to one principle: "Only sex, no feelings!" Of course, I knew my limits. As soon as sex was over, I would turn and leave without a word, ensuring neither of us was hurt and leaving her with no reservations. This further earned her trust, especially since I wasn't married and didn't even have a girlfriend.
Having such a sexual partner, occasionally engaging in intense, sweaty lovemaking to release pent-up energy without any responsibility, was a blessing she couldn't have imagined.
Months passed, and I grew increasingly familiar with this purchasing manager. Sometimes, when I went to deliver goods, if no one else was around, we would flirt and tease each other, touching and caressing, even deliberately touching her breasts without a care. Perhaps this manager had an extremely strong sex drive; occasionally, she would take liberties and touch my genitals, but she remained expressionless, neither awkward nor bothered, and perhaps she even enjoyed the pleasure of this extramarital affair!
Of course, I wasn't the kind of lecherous womanizer. When it was time to get down to business, I worked diligently and never delayed anything.
This was what she admired most about me: when it was time to have fun, I could indulge myself to the fullest; when it was time to work, I was fully focused and dedicated… It was this fundamental belief that allowed us to indulge in this pleasurable lovemaking… Our sexual encounters slowly transformed into a combination of experimentation and adventure.
On
Saturday, her company organized a trip, but she couldn't go because she had to take care of her child. She needed to submit the procurement cost report the following Monday, so she asked me to come and confirm the new connector specifications.
When I arrived at her company, we went to a small conference room alone to discuss things. When we were almost finished, she gave me a wink, and I knew what she wanted.
It turned out she wanted to do it here—how exciting!
To avoid leaving any smell, she spread out the newspapers she brought on the chair, then laid out some toilet paper. Even though it was quite arousing, once she was done, she rolled up the newspapers and cleaned up neatly, leaving not a trace.
She unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and gently played with it, stroking and rubbing it up and down. My penis soon became erect and stiff as steel.
I slipped my hand inside her tight skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear, which surprised me, but it made things easier for me. I gently dug into her vulva, playing with the thick pubic hair. It felt like a powerful electric current was coursing through her body. She gasped, lost in the ecstasy of pleasure. She trembled slightly, pulling her hand back from playing with my penis onto the table. She rested her chin on her hands, closed her eyes, and looked completely entranced.
Her juices flowed continuously, and my fingers were covered in them, making them even more slippery. I thrust, teased, dug, scraped… Perhaps to avoid suspicion, or perhaps to increase the stimulation, I only used my left hand to masturbate her, while my right hand casually scribbled lines with a pen.
Sometimes she would open her eyes to listen to my acting and nod in agreement, so that passersby wouldn't notice anything amiss... Her cheeks were flushed, and she whispered to me that she was about to climax, instructing me to keep the pace of my stimulation... My penis had been hard and erect for a long time, barely relaxing. Then she used her right hand to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse and pull down her bra, instantly revealing her two firm breasts, with her nipples already eager to... After it bounced open, she began to rub it very naturally... I watched quietly as she enjoyed the pleasure of soaring through the void... ************ Another time, I delivered goods to her company. The warehouse manager was on leave, and there were many goods, including connectors made of iron and steel, so their weight was considerable. Even I, a big man, found it a bit difficult to lift them. She instructed me to push the goods directly into the warehouse, where she would then count them. So I followed her and pushed the goods into the warehouse with a handcart.
She turned on the light and told me to pile the connectors about five meters from the door in the aisle. Because they hadn't been counted, they couldn't be put directly on the shelf.
Then she closed the warehouse door and came to my side. She asked me for the delivery note to check each item. She bent down and opened each box to count the quantity.
She wore a sheer, gauze-like skirt, through which glimpses of her white thong were visible in the dim light. Her high, shapely buttocks were truly alluring… “Wow! Your white thong is so tempting,” I teased her immediately.
“How could it be?” she replied, still busy checking the goods.
“Why don’t you squat down to check? Standing like this must be tiring,” I said kindly.
“I can squat down later when I get tired,” she explained.
“Have you ever been fucked from behind? Especially at work, like right now?” I asked mischievously.
“It’s work time now, and you’re still playing around?” she said, looking at the packaging on the outer box.
“Is it okay?” I asked seriously.
“91, 92, 95…” She didn’t answer, but I knew she agreed.
I gently lifted her skirt, and she didn’t stop me. I went even further, carefully pulling the hem of her skirt up to her bra.
"Don't wrinkle my skirt," she warned without turning her head. "Don't worry, I'm top-notch at this..." I quickly pulled down my suit pants, letting my erect penis, through my underwear, press against her anus.
"Mmm..." She breathed excitedly and tried to squeeze my penis
between her buttocks. Then I gently drilled into her anus a few times, which made me feel incredibly excited. Afterward, I pressed my rough penis against her vulva, rubbing it back and forth.
I didn't take off her underwear, so the sensation of my penis against her vagina was even more unique. I used a very soft and skillful touch to press my penis against her vulva, rubbing, touching, and probing her anus back and forth... Finally, I opened up her pool of lustful fluid, and soon half of her underwear was soaked. This made me even more eager to push my penis up my underwear, like a sharp cone constantly drilling, touching, and pushing forward... Before long, my penis also oozed clear lubricant, coating the front edge of my underwear.
"One hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and fifty..." she counted intently. "Hmm... ah..." She occasionally shuddered as an electric current ran through her body, but I still didn't want to take off her panties and directly insert my penis into her vagina for intercourse. After all, it was still working hours, and she had to go to work later!
Besides, such caresses and such thrusting were already stimulating enough. There was no need to waste precious energy on intercourse. And she knew my style. As long as she finished, our alternative intercourse would come to an end. I would just wipe my penis and vagina with toilet paper, pull down my skirt, put on my suit pants, zip them up, straighten my clothes, and then I could leave the warehouse immediately. She would go back to her work station, and I would thank her and say goodbye. It wouldn't be a problem at all, but it would be satisfying without leaving a messy stain of semen. It was a win-win situation.
Just as my semen was about to erupt, I froze, stopping myself from ejaculating. I withdrew my hand, and soon my hard penis softened. The bloodthirsty python from before immediately went limp. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket, wiped my underwear and penis, and put on my suit pants, tidying myself up. Then I wiped her vulva and anus, as well as her underwear, which was covered in semen. After cleaning, I pulled down her skirt and patted her buttocks a few times. At this moment, she stood up and said, "Okay, the quantity is correct!" She then signed the delivery slip and handed me the copy. "I almost ejaculated just now... you know?" she said with a lewd grin.
"Oh, really?" I asked casually, and the two of us quickly walked out of the warehouse, ending our quick sex that lasted less than five minutes.
From then on, I realized more deeply that beneath her conservative exterior lay a fiery, even wanton, heart, only concealed by worldly etiquette. Normally, she was a dignified and proper manager, but once given the chance to break free, her true sexual desires were revealed.
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Once, she went to Linkou to attend a primary school classmate's wedding. Because it was difficult to get a taxi back, she asked me to pick her up around four or five in the afternoon.
"It's the weekend, a golden holiday for catching up on sleep, and I have to travel all the way to Linkou..." I protested.
"Hey, you don't have a girlfriend anyway, you're just killing time, might as well go out and hang out... But remember!!!" "Then why are we only going at 4:30?! It's a wedding banquet, not a marathon, why are you hosting at noon and not leaving until 4 pm?!" "We haven't seen each other for years, we should catch up... You dare not come?!..." Wow, she's showing her trump card, I can't argue with her... I have to surrender.
In the blink of an eye, the weekend arrived.
What a sunny weekend afternoon, refreshing and invigorating, the traffic was smooth, I was extremely happy.
I went to pick her up at 4:30 pm sharp, and as soon as we got in the car, her cheeks were slightly flushed, probably from drinking some alcohol.
She smiled at me with her eyes narrowed, "So happy... to see these elementary school classmates... so many years, everyone looks so different..." Once she started, a torrent of words flowed like the Yellow River, endlessly... It seemed I had to be a good listener... and that wasn't enough, I also had to occasionally chime in for a discussion... After talking about a bunch of trivial matters, she sighed, "Marriage is actually quite tiring..." "How could that be?! You married a good husband..." I asked casually.
"Actually..."
"..."
Then she revealed that she and her husband had already separated. Shortly after he was transferred to work in mainland China, rumors spread that he was having an affair with a female factory worker there.
She was furious, but because of the children, she could only silently endure it... Only then did I realize why she rarely mentioned her husband.
She wept silently in the car, her lips pursed, her hand tightly gripping my hand on the gearshift.
I parked the car by the roadside, and in an instant, she hugged me, sobbing softly. "I never imagined my husband would do something so cruel to me..." "What should I do..." I panicked too, and the cramped space in the car made it feel even more confined. I suggested we go outside for some fresh air, and she, having no other options, simply agreed.
Recalling the past, she lowered her head, disheartened, and sobbed softly... After a while, her emotions gradually calmed down.
I drove the car into the Linkou Industrial Park and found a quiet alley to park in.
The sky was dim, and the surrounding factories were even quieter due to the recent consecutive holidays.
We got out of the car and stood with our backs to the door. The increasingly gray sky, the bleak autumn scenery, and the dense thickets of reeds on both sides enveloped us, and the cool evening breeze made us feel refreshed. What a beautiful autumn moon!
She wore a sleeveless white dress with white sandals, looking effortlessly chic. The dress, made of only a thin layer of fabric, accentuated the curves of her body, subtly revealing her alluring figure. The lack of a blouse made her undergarments clearly visible: a white bra and matching white panties, nothing else. Though
dusk was approaching, her firm breasts, pushing the fabric's curves, already fueled my desire. The shape of her panties was clearly visible, further intensifying my arousal.
She glanced at me a few times, then lowered her head shyly—a gesture that clearly aroused my male hormones. I could feel her intense longing for the intense pleasure of intercourse. I immediately tensed, bracing myself for the ensuing battle. I reached behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gazed at her intently.
She moved her hips towards my crotch and slowly swayed from side to side, rubbing my penis against her trousers.
Understanding her intention, I asked her to lift her skirt, then pulled down her panties to her ankles, and then pulled down my trousers to take out my penis.
I lowered my body slightly, so that her vagina could comfortably accommodate my penis, but I wasn't in a hurry to penetrate her. Instead, I first teased my penis a few times.
Soon, my penis was engorged with blood, like a rocket with its engine ignited, ready to launch.
So I gently stroked her vulva with my hand, and soon, vaginal fluid began to flow. Slowly, I pushed my penis in. She gasped, her whole body trembling slightly, presumably from the impact of my penis... and her snow-white skin, her faint fragrance, also gave me immense pleasure!
Right there in the middle of the road, brazenly, two people, lost in their lustful senses, were thrusting, having sex, and releasing their pent-up desires without any restraint… What an exhilarating experience!
I held her buttocks with both hands, and her hips sank down with her. “Ah… um…” She gasped as if struck by lightning, letting out a comfortable sigh. I tentatively thrust a few times, drilling and hooking, plunging my engorged penis fully into her vagina. Her vaginal muscles greedily devoured my penis, her juices overflowing uncontrollably, further lubricating my swollen penis from the friction.
I pressed against her vulva, scraping left and right, squelching, squelching, squelching… then circled around, her vulva still hungrily sucking at my penis, like waves crashing against the shore. Then, with all my strength, I straightened my penis and thrust it deep into her honeyed cave.
"Ah, ah..." I gasped, trying to suppress my voice as I screamed.
Her hands instinctively ripped off her bra, her firm breasts already trembling and hardened into inverted funnels pressed against her chest. She instinctively grabbed her breasts, swaying and twisting them from side to side. This obscene action only made my heart race even faster.
I took a deep breath and thrust even more violently, until finally we were tightly intertwined.
"Ah...again..."
As I used my signature techniques—nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one—I poke, probe, dig, squeeze, suck...and her breath came in gasps of pleasure... I could feel my engorged, thick penis piercing her vaginal walls, forcefully pushing against her flesh, reaching her uterus without hindrance. The powerful force made her tremble with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure soaring to the heavens.
"Ah... um... so good... so comfortable... I want more... again... ah... again..." After about a hundred thrusts, we were both panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and her juices were gushing out of her opening, almost submerging my upper body. She was also in a dazed state, and I felt a tingling sensation at my ejaculation point. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. So I held my breath, enduring this last moment, stimulating my penis to become even harder... harder... like a steel knife... At this moment when my ejaculation point was about to burst, I mustered my last bit of strength and, like a mad bull thrusting its crescent-shaped horns, stabbed forward with all my might.
"Ah..." I thrust forward with my erect penis.
"Ah..." I slashed again, wildly slashing, killing, stomping, thrusting... "Um... ooh..." I stabbed down again.
"Ah... ah..." I thrust in with all my might once more.
This time, I clenched my buttocks and thrust all the way in, "Ah... um..." almost breaking through her cervix. My penis, like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, stretched out rapidly, easily slicing through her uterus like a sharp blade, passing through her breasts, piercing her throat, and finally ramming into the back of her head, reaching the very root of her desire nerves, utterly piercing through... Finally, my ejaculation gate opened, and my long-accumulated semen, like a burst dam at Shimen Reservoir, was released and boiled through a narrow pipe, finally converging at the sealed fire hydrant. The boiling semen accumulated at the hydrant, its density increasing, the pressure rapidly rising, and continuing to rise to the critical point, finally... The iron plug was eroded, creating a small hole. The hot, thick semen then destroyed the plug, shooting out uncontrollably deep into her uterus... The scalding semen drenched her vulva, vaginal muscles, and uterine walls, leaving them unable to move. At that moment, her entire body felt as if it had been electrocuted, frozen solid, and she lay there lifeless... As I began to ejaculate, my entire body felt as if it were being rapidly covered in snow, as if a powerful electric current had suddenly pierced through my nerves. An indescribable pleasure shot straight to my brain, followed by a few tremors. This feeling was incredibly exhilarating and comfortable, soaring to the heavens... After about two or three minutes, she finally came to her senses, moaning incoherently.

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