[The young man masturbated his female colleague]

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Preface A year ago, I was 23. Na?ve and inexperienced, I encountered an "extreme temptation." I lost control

, yet I also regained my senses. The past is gone, but I often think about it, pondering what exactly "human weakness" is

…

Chapter One She was beautiful. An oval face, large eyes, long, dark eyelashes, a straight nose, and slightly

full lips. Around 30 years old, she possessed the tall, full figure of a northern woman, and the allure of a woman from Sichuan.

When I first saw her, she was wearing a black sleeveless, tight-fitting t-shirt. Her full breasts and slender waist captivated me.

Especially her skin—so fine and white, her smooth, pink neck and lotus-root-like arms—often made me imagine

every detail of her body.

Her company was in the same office building as ours, and because she was single and exceptionally

talented, the company rented her a single room in the building for temporary accommodation.

Every morning I went to work very early, and I often saw her in her bathrobe washing up or getting water. Passing by her

room, I couldn't help but steal a glance—the messy sheets on her bed, the black

bra ; and I'd also take a whiff of the unique scent of a woman's room. Everything about her stirred my imagination,

and I longed to be intimate with her!

Due to some business dealings, we naturally became acquainted. She knew I was knowledgeable about computers, so she often

asked me for help with computer-related matters. We became familiar with each other over time, chatting frequently in our free time. I was secretly

happy about this, as it meant I could get closer to her.

Perhaps because I was quite sincere, I gradually began to enter her personal space. She confided in me,

invited me to meals, asked me to help decorate her room, and even asked me if she looked good in a new outfit. Sigh!

Actually, in my eyes, she looked beautiful in everything. I was secretly excited as our relationship grew closer.

Chapter Two: Her name was Gong Xiu, a name etched with the marks of the 1970s. She's from Jiangxi, but her ancestral home is

in northern China. She came here to work because both her parents had passed away, and she was sending them back to

their hometown. To make it easier to visit their graves during holidays, she came to work in my city.

She told me all this over a meal, her bitter smile tinged with sadness and loneliness. I felt a pang of pity for her and

wanted to take care of her, even though to her I was just a younger brother.

Once, while she was organizing photo albums, I happened to go over for a chat. She asked me to help her pick out a nice picture

to print out and put on her desk. I then began to admire them with great interest, looking at each one carefully. Normally, I'm too

shy to stare at her, but when I saw a particularly beautiful photo, I greedily gazed at it for a long time, intentionally or

unintentionally praising how beautiful she was and how great her figure was! I could tell

she was happy and even a little proud of my compliments. One photo showed her reclining on a Simmons mattress in a short sundress, her half-naked

breasts and snow-white, rounded thighs making me stare blankly for a moment, my ears burning and my heart pounding. Because she was

nearby , I pretended not to notice and quickly flipped past it.

In a previous casual conversation, I learned she was 28, five years older than me, but I

hadn't dared to ask if she'd ever been married. However, this time, while looking at the photos, after finishing one album, I casually picked up another small album.

Opening it, I saw a picture of a six or seven-year-old girl, and on the inside cover was a line of elegant penmanship:

"Lanxi's daughter: Mom…!" I blurted out, "Who is this little girl? Such a beautiful name,

Lanxi! Such a beautiful name…" Suddenly, she snatched the album from me, her face showing displeasure. "Don't

look at that!" she said, getting up and locking the album in a drawer. I gave an awkward laugh and casually picked up another book

to flip through, but then a thought flashed through my mind: "That must be her daughter! She's been married!" Her displeased expression

earlier clearly showed a lot of unease.

For the next few minutes, the room was silent, while my mind raced with

questions : "Is she divorced? Or did her husband meet with misfortune? Or...?" Then a sense of loss washed over me;

such a beautiful body had already been enjoyed by some man. I was sure her inner turmoil must have

been intense. But I quickly reassured myself: "It's nothing! A woman nearing 30 shouldn't expect to be a virgin,

shouldn't she?" Besides, I was only 23, no longer a virgin myself; how could I expect all

the women be virgins?

So I continued to treat her as before, and she treated me the same way. Our relationship, under the guise of "friendship,"

grew closer and closer.

Chapter Three. One afternoon, I finished my work and was about to go see her when she

called , asking me to check her computer, saying there was some problem (actually, she often used this excuse when calling me,

because I had a colleague in the office). When I got to her office, she was sitting at her desk, surrounded by cigarette smoke. Her

expression clearly told me she was in a bad mood. I quietly sat opposite her, lit a cigarette,

and asked her what was wrong. She said her boss had told her that day that she would be doing office secretarial work from now on, and

the position would be given to someone else. She felt wronged, and tears kept falling as she spoke. Of course, I seized the opportunity

to hand her a tissue to wipe her tears. More than an hour passed, and we almost finished a pack of cigarettes.

I joked, "I noticed your eyes were red as soon as I walked in."

She smiled, her eyelids lowered, and said, "Really? That's just how I am; my emotions are always on my mind."

After a while, she looked at her watch and said, "It's almost time to get off work. Can you keep me company tonight? Hehe…

let's go for a drink!" I said, "Sure!" A thought flashed through my mind, a vague feeling that something was going to happen tonight.

I went out and bought two small bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and some snacks. Actually, I could have bought lower-alcohol liquor, but

I thought higher-alcohol would make her more drunk, which would be better, but not to the point of being completely intoxicated. Hehe…

I couldn't help but curse myself inwardly, how cunning!

After bringing the liquor and snacks to her room, she was a little surprised, "Erguotou is very strong! I'll get drunk!" "But it's

okay , a good drink can wash away all worries!" I said, "Yes, tonight I'll drink with you until we drop." I know my alcohol tolerance;

I should be able to handle her.

Then we started drinking and clinking glasses. As the liquor went down, a flood of emotions rushed to her mind. She drank while letting her

tears flow, and said some words of thanks to me, seeming very emotional. I replied in return, "Don't mention it. If you ever

need , just let me know…"

I helped her finish the last sip of her drink, and saw that she was already tipsy, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed.

I, on the other hand, had just been awakened to my craving for alcohol, but unfortunately, we were out of drinks, and it was too late, so I had to give up.

She unsteadily got up and collapsed onto the bed, laughing and crying at the same time. I patiently sat on the sofa,

smoking waiting for her to make her move. She turned off the bright energy-saving light and turned on the pink light from the bedside lamp, instantly

enveloping the room in a seductive atmosphere. Suddenly, she said she was hot, got up, and in front of me, disregarded everyone else,

took off her clothes, leaving only a black bra and tiny pink panties! She

hastily pulled the covers over herself. She tossed and turned, moaning as if in pain. To me, however, it sounded like the moans of arousal. I sat

on the sofa in the darkness, watching her every move, recalling the sensuality of her white skin as she undressed, and listening to

her moans that resembled those of a woman in love. I remained silent, but my pants were already hard! I was

certain she was seducing me, intentionally or unintentionally. A woman in her late twenties, in the prime of her life, and alone in her room, must be

desperately craving a man's body. What happened next was exactly as I had predicted.

Chapter Four. She suddenly spoke, "Little brother, come here and massage my fingers, they're so sore!" I quickly got up and

said, "Sure, but I'm not very good at it!" As I spoke, I sat down next to her, thinking to myself,

"Hmph! Massage my fingers? Who knows where she'll want me to massage later!"

In the soft pink light, she lay flat, the blanket only covering her stomach, her bare upper body voluptuous and

curvaceous, her snow-white breasts proudly taut over her black bra. She squinted her eyes and hummed comfortably,

occasionally showing me how to massage her fingers. Then, just as I expected, she said she would massage my waist and stomach! My

heart pounded with excitement. My hands encircled her slender waist, the edges of my palms feeling the

firm . As my hands kneaded her with varying pressure, she squinted her eyes comfortably, tilting her head

back slightly and moaning softly. My penis was already rock hard, and looking at her alluring appearance,

I desperately wanted to pounce on her and fuck her hard!

My hands kneaded her stomach, and after a while she said, "A little higher, a little higher…" I

chuckled inwardly and did as she said. When I reached below her breasts, I deliberately said, "I can't go any higher, it's blocking my way." She squinted and said, "Really

? What's blocking my way?" She reached behind her and unhooked her bra! "Tell me, is it okay now?" My

eyes nearly popped out! My hands excitedly moved upwards… trembling, I grabbed her white, full breasts and greedily kneaded

them. She immediately became very excited, twisting her body and moaning loudly, "Oh, so good, so good!" And

there I was, my palm pressed against her full, sexy breasts, feeling incredibly fulfilled and wonderful! I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring

this rare and exquisite sensation. My erection was throbbing against my pants! I felt so uncomfortable

, but I kept telling myself: Don't rush, don't rush, good things take time! I'll wait until she can't take it

anymore and begs me before I enjoy it, that will be even more passionate!

"Ah...oh ah! So good...little brother, you're so good at touching...oh! So good..." Under my skillful

caresses, she was indeed aroused! No, I thought to myself, no, not yet,

just smelling the smoke and seeing a few sparks. I continued to knead her breasts vigorously, playing with her dark

red nipples. She moaned, unconsciously thrusting her chest forward; I knew my desire had been aroused! Looking at her

expression : eyes slightly closed, cheeks flushed, head tilted back, black hair disheveled, neck as white as snow, moaning continuously! By this time, she

was no longer satisfied with me merely kneading her smooth, full, and rosy breasts. She said intermittently, "Oh...ah!

Quick...quickly, massage my lower abdomen, my belly..."

I smiled and slid my hands down, kneading and pinching her smooth belly. While massaging her stomach, my palms deliberately

touched her slightly protruding mons pubis from time to time, feeling the hairy texture inside. I really wanted to slide inside and

touch that lovely place. This made her react even more strongly. She started rubbing her breasts,

moaning breathlessly, violently twisting her hips and kicking the quilt off to one side of the bed. I...I was stunned!

A beautiful and extremely sexy body was presented before my eyes, her breasts like snow, trembling and erect,

pulsating with lust. Her slender waist, full and plump buttocks, and two jade-like legs were even more alluring, imagining

the feeling of being sandwiched between them! I couldn't help but stroke her round, snow-white thighs—so smooth, so soft, so elastic!

I wrapped my arms

like that... oh!... oh, a little higher... a little higher..." She was clearly

hinting that I should touch her genitals! I deliberately hesitated at the base of her thighs, saying, "I can't go any higher, or it

'll get wet... hehe!" She, still enjoying my caresses, asked, "What's wet? How could it be wet?"

I chuckled and said, "You're asking me! I was just about to ask you, hehe!"

She said coquettishly, "You're so naughty... you're so bad!" She then grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her

vulva, shamelessly saying, "Rub it for me!" Even through her pink panties, I could

clearly feel the warm, wet sensation inside! Her panties were soaked with love juice! No wonder she suddenly became so uninhibited.

At that moment, I felt like a trapped wild beast, my inner desire burning and swelling, but I decided to restrain myself!

"It's so wet here! Look, you've gotten your pants all dirty!" she said shyly, her face flushed. "It's all

because of you, little brother!... You naughty thing! Take it off for me..." A sudden, unexpected burst of emotion, yet

perfectly predictable. I took my excited hand and gently pinched the edge of her pink panties, slowly pulling them down...

Chapter Five. The following scene unfolded like the opening act of a grand opera, revealing the full splendor one by one! Pubic hair,

clitoris, labia... Just as the panties reached above her knees, she impatiently hooked them down with her foot,

kicked them to the edge of the bed, spread her legs, grabbed my hand, and demonstrated a few strokes on her vulva, saying, "Like

this ! Rub it for me, I want to go crazy...!"

Stroking her wet, warm vulva, I immediately thought of the time I tasted forbidden fruit with my ex-girlfriend.

The feeling was no different from now, only this one was a little more alluring! Hehe...

Five fingers worked simultaneously, rubbing, pinching, digging, and

sliding ! The best part was how perfectly my fingers coordinated! My thumb pressed against the clitoris, while my index and little fingers caressed both sides.

My fingers, together, pressed against the entrance of her vulva, rotating and thrusting. She cried out, a suppressed cry,

"Ah... Oh my!... I never knew you were so good at touching, ah... It feels so good..." My five fingers were like

the skill of a courtesan playing the pipa described in Bai Juyi's "The Song of the Pipa," "The large strings clang like a sudden rain, the small strings whisper

like a private conversation, the clanging and whispering blending together, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate."

She frantically kneaded her breasts, her waist twisting violently, her large buttocks rising and falling in rhythm with my

thrusts, panting, gritting her teeth, making a squeaking sound.

Afraid that passersby in the hallway would hear, I quickly stopped her, saying, "Keep it down! Everyone can hear you..." She

ignored me, her eyes closed, gritting her teeth, panting, her cheeks flushed. Later, she simply put one of her jade-like legs

on my thigh, so that I was between her legs. This was like adding fuel to the fire!

The feeling made my blood boil! My tingling penis involuntarily throbbed a few times. I wrapped my right arm around her smooth, slender legs,

while my left hand continued its assault, my fingers flying across the floor. She pleaded, as if in heat, "Faster, faster! Go in! I

can't take it anymore ! Thrust, harder! Women all like men to fuck them hard, you know..." I went along with

her, first two times, then three, using my fingers to rotate inside, then thrusting in and out rapidly! Sometimes I would

gently rub against her vaginal opening, her juices flowing all over my hands!

This kind of lovemaking, which felt like scratching an itch to me, actually brought her to orgasm

three times ! My hands were sore and numb from exhaustion. Afterwards, I washed my hands, and she washed her lower body, put on her robe, lay on

the bed, and lit a cigarette with satisfaction, her face full of blissful contentment. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against her hip,

swinging my wrists, and said, "Mom! I'm exhausted, my hands are about to fall off! How are you going to thank me?"

She smiled slyly and said, "Isn't giving you enough? I've let you see and touch my whole body to your heart's content! Humph

..." I smiled wryly and said, "Seeing how lewd you were just now, my penis was sore! It's a pity I didn't get

to fuck you, sigh... But then again, with my physique, I probably couldn't satisfy you! Your desires are too strong!"

She exhaled a puff of smoke triumphantly, "Of course, women in their thirties are like wolves!" I said, "Hey! Wolves need..."

"You'd only be satisfied if a tiger did it! That security guard downstairs, he's big and burly, he'd definitely satisfy you!

Hehe…!" Before I could finish, she interrupted me, "Go away! You're so annoying! Your fingers are nimble! A penis isn't hygienic,

and besides, I didn't prepare a condom for you today. You can have one next time!" I laughed, "I shower often,

my penis is pretty clean, why don't you lick it?" She gave me a flirtatious glare, "Go away! I don't want to! Don't tease me

! I'm going to come again soon." I pretended to panic, "No, no! I won't tease you anymore, I'm afraid I'll break my

hand."

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