My older colleague who trades stocks

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She was a colleague of mine during my brief year-long job. She was 20 years older than me. We met while trading stocks. There weren't many colleagues in our company who traded stocks, so we could chat like peers. I started trading stocks after graduating from university, borrowing a few thousand yuan from my mother. So far, I think I've done quite well, although I've had my share of losses and setbacks.

She started trading in 1999. She told me she entered the stock market after seeing her relatives make money.

We worked in different departments and didn't interact much. My first impression of her was that she was very cultured, clean, and had a graceful demeanor. Her tone and manner of speaking suggested she was a well-educated professional woman. Later, I learned she had a vocational school diploma, which was quite impressive for her age. She was slightly plump, very fair-skinned (I prefer women with fair skin), and reasonably attractive. Her expressions were appropriate for her age. She always spoke with a slight smile, and her voice was clear but not loud.

I remember it was late spring/early summer of 1999. After lunch at the company cafeteria, we secretly went to the company computer room to check the stock market. She sat next to me, legs crossed, arms casually resting on the armrest of her swivel chair, holding a black leather notebook. She rarely spoke.

Sometimes she would ask about stocks she was interested in. Most of the time, she just listened quietly to my analysis. At the time, I thought she didn't like to talk, but later I learned that she didn't like talking to people she wasn't very familiar with. Later, we often met after lunch in the computer room to check the stock market and discuss the market. Many colleagues went home for lunch, but since we lived far away, we usually ate at the cafeteria. We started getting closer one noon. It suddenly started raining outside. Because the market was doing well, we were in a good mood, so besides talking about the stock market, we also talked about other things. Later, we gradually became more familiar. That's when I learned that she was 19 years older than me. I was 23, and she was 42. She had a child in university, and her husband worked in a local government office; he was her classmate. At the time, I had a strong liking for her, but because of the age difference, I didn't have any other thoughts. I just felt very relaxed and comfortable chatting with her.

From then on, she often asked me to analyze stock charts. After a while, my colleagues jokingly said that she had adopted another godson, and we were happy to be more casual, and our conversations became more relaxed too. Sometimes when she couldn't remember the settings or usage of technical indicators, I would laugh at her for being clumsy. Sometimes she would bring some homemade dishes for us to eat at lunch. Gradually, we became close friends who could talk about anything. She even helped one of my relatives' children get into a prestigious primary school. When analyzing stock charts, she liked to take off her shoes and put her feet flat on a chair while talking to me. I really liked this gesture of hers; her white legs and feet lying flat on the chair looked very sexy, and she leaned comfortably against the back of the chair looking at the screen. Once, when she did this, she said she was going to buy a drink at the convenience store next to the office, and she asked me to take her wallet from her handbag on the sofa in the computer room, saying it was her treat. After a brief argument, I opened her bag. Inside, besides tissues, keys, and a wallet, were two small packs of sanitary napkins. At that moment, I suddenly had a strange feeling.

A few days later, I finished dinner first and went to the computer room. While I was looking at stocks, she came in, wearing a skirt suit. She took off her top, stood under the air conditioner for a while, then came over and sat down, putting her feet on another chair next to me. "Little one, how's the market today?" I tickled the soles of her feet and said, "It's consolidating, not bad." She chuckled. I didn't pull my hand away; one hand touched her feet and calves while the other pressed the keyboard, typing stock codes. At that moment, I felt myself getting an erection. We both stared at the screen in silence. After a long while (about ten minutes), she put her legs down, sat close to me behind me, stroked my hair, and whispered in my ear, "What's wrong, little one?" I turned around, took her hand, and looked at her, as if calling out, "Auntie..." At that moment, I felt a rush of blood to my head. She looked at me for a moment, then pulled her hand away, touched my face, and whispered, "Do you like Auntie?" I immediately stood up, hugged her, and started kissing her. She hugged me back.

After a while, we quieted down and sat down again to look at stocks. I put my arms around her neck, pressed my face against hers, and said a few words, trying to sound calm, about the stock trends I was interested in. She typed a few codes, and then we both fell silent. After a while, I felt waves of intense urges surging through me, and my penis was painfully erect. I turned to face her, slipped one hand under her skirt onto her thigh, and took her hand and placed it on my chest. Through my pants, I could feel her soft hand. I said, "I want you!" She gently touched my penis, paused for a moment, and said, "Here?" I probably hummed in response, then stood up to pull her to the sofa. She stood up too and hugged me tightly. I held her waist, my penis pressed against her body.

After a short while, she whispered, "Sweetie, wait a minute," and went out with a basin. A little while later, she brought back a basin of water and placed it on the carpet. She locked the computer room door, filled two cups of water from the water dispenser, poured them into the basin, and pulled me to the basin to start unbuckling my belt. After all that, my erection wasn't as hard as before. I took off my pants and squatted down. She also squatted down and carefully began washing my penis. I kissed her ear and moaned softly. Then she smiled and said, "Get up." I stood up and watched her take off her underwear from under her skirt, put it in her handbag, and then squatted over the basin, lifting her skirt to her waist. Her pubic hair was very thick, and since I was standing, I could only see her snow-white thighs and buttocks.

When I tried to kneel down to help her wash, she said, "Get me the tissues from my bag." I opened my bag, took out some tissues, and handed them to her. She turned her back, bent over, and wiped herself with one hand while lifting her skirt. After putting the basin on the stand, she pulled me to sit on the sofa, her other hand twitching at my penis. Looking at me, she softly said, "Why do you like Auntie?" Her penis started to harden again. I reached under her skirt and started touching her genitals. Because she was sitting, I could only touch her pubic hair. I mumbled, "Auntie, I like you... I miss you..." I can't remember what I said now.

I was about to push her down when she stood up and took off her skirt. Her white thighs were slightly plump, and her pubic hair was thick and black. She was still wearing a white shirt. I started unbuttoning her shirt. After unbuttoning it, she didn't take it off. Instead, she opened her shirt and unhooked her bra from behind, carefully spreading a small towel on the sofa. Then she sat on the towel and lay down, pulling me along as she did so. I climbed on top of her and began kissing her breasts and face. Her breasts were large and slightly sagging, sliding to her sides as she lay down. She still held my penis in one hand (perhaps worried it would hit the sofa) and gently squeezed it, while her other hand was around my neck. Her

body had a faint fragrance (a fragrance that had always fascinated me). After kissing her for a while, I looked up at her and said, "I want to go in." She smiled and patted my face, gently parting her labia with her other hand and saying, "Good boy, put it in. Auntie wants it too." I lifted myself up, thrust, and entered her. Her vagina was very slippery, perhaps softer than that of younger women (actually, I don't know much about younger women). Because the sofa was narrow, she placed one leg flat on the sofa and the other leg bent and placed on the outside of my chest. I knelt on the sofa with one leg on the ground and looked at her smiling face as I vigorously knelt down.

Gradually, she began to furrow her brow, her eyes half-closed, and she began to moan softly, her mouth half-open. I occasionally lowered my head to lick her white, tender leg that lay sideways against my chest, thrusting forcefully. Waves of pleasure began to wash over me. During penetration, I leaned back slightly and saw my dark penis moving in and out of her. Her vaginal fluids made our lower bodies sticky. Her breasts swayed up and down, one arm resting on the sofa armrest, the other on her white lower abdomen (she only told me after several sexual encounters that she had a habit of masturbating while having sex). After about twenty minutes, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I pushed her legs to the side, placing both legs on the sofa. Holding her head, I kissed her and breathlessly called her name, saying, "I want to ejaculate, I want to ejaculate inside you..." She held my waist tightly with one hand and pressed my head down with the other, looking at me and urgently saying, "Good girl, ejaculate, it's a safe period now." I thrust vigorously, lowering my head to kiss her hair, babbling incoherently, "..." Suddenly, a wave of pleasure surged from my penis throughout my body. I don't know why, but at that moment, I suddenly felt she was the closest person to me. As I ejaculated, I murmured, "Mom... Mom... I love you... I love you..." Then I lay still on top of her, occasionally twitching. She relaxed her body, hugging my neck and stroking me. Only then did I realize how soft Liu's body was, and how comfortable it felt to be on top of her. One of her feet was placed far away on the coffee table, her head resting on the sofa armrest. Neither of us spoke. After a while, I felt my penis slowly soften, sliding out of her vagina. I got up and sat down beside her legs. She tried to get up too, but I gently pressed her down, and she lay back down, her hand on her chest, slowly wiping the sweat from my touch. She looked at me and said, "Sweetie, was it good?" I hummed in agreement, smoothed out the crumpled tissue and tucked it under her buttocks, then leaned down and rested my head on her thighs. I slowly touched the semen that had overflowed from her vagina with my finger, kissed her thighs, and said, "So good..."

With

girls of unmarried age, I don't experience the comfort, pleasure, peace, or ease I feel. I've had such opportunities before, but at most I'd just kiss them, gently pat or stroke their lower backs while hugging. The scent of their hair would make my penis hard, but looking at their tender faces, the desire for sex would vanish.

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