That year, the female boss I worked with

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So, I guess I had a bit of a connection with my female boss. In October 2010, on my very first day at the company, my boss, X (let's call her X from now on), came to my office. Since my colleague in the same room was close to X, we only met once, and being new and timid, I didn't really pay much attention to her appearance. But things changed eight months later.
Eight months after joining the company, my boss reassigned me to a different department. Because of the work requirements, they needed a male colleague, and since I was new, I was naturally transferred to X's department, where she was the department head. Before the transfer, several friends from the same company said that the department had a very diverse clientele, ranging from government agencies and public institutions to individuals and companies, and the workload was heavy, so nobody wanted to go there, except for those aiming for promotions (from deputy section chief to section chief). But there was nothing I could do; I was just a lowly employee. Back then, I said I was just a brick in the bureau, moved wherever needed. And so, I became X's subordinate.
Getting to the point, I hadn't paid much attention to X's appearance before. I'd heard she was a great beauty, and I thought, "She's 44, how beautiful can she be?" But after seeing her, I was truly shocked. Her skin was incredibly well-maintained, and she had a very elegant demeanor, looking much younger than her age—maybe 35 or 36. Although she wasn't very tall, she was genuinely beautiful. She also had a great figure. My initial aversion to work gradually faded with each passing day, and my thoughts began to focus more on X. X was very easygoing and open-minded. There were several girls in my department around my age, but their looks were quite different, and they were very casual with each other, joking around. As the saying goes, opportunity favors the prepared mind. I remember once helping X with her computer and downloading some applications, leaving a little late for lunch. She didn't know much about computers, but curiosity led me to casually browse her computer. I found many animated GIFs and other suggestive images in the screenshots under her QQ folder. Then I realized, my opportunity had arrived. It seems my guess was right; she's probably the kind of woman with a strong sex drive. Besides, 30 is like a wolf, 40 like a tiger.
Around the end of August 2011, she said her computer was having problems and she couldn't connect to the internet. She asked me to come to her house to fix it, so I agreed. Before I got off work, I drove to her house (I'd driven her home before, since she was my boss). I rang the doorbell, she opened the door, changed her shoes, and went inside. Looking up, I realized she was only wearing pajamas. Come to think of it, it was summer, and she was at home. I didn't think much of it, but I could vaguely see two prominent nipples. I swallowed hard. Time to fix the computer.
While I was fixing the computer, she tidied up the room. Soon, she came to the bedroom where the computer was. I asked her a few simple questions and found out it was a router IP issue. After resetting the router's login settings and IP, I planned to restart it. But the router was behind the computer, so I squatted down to find it. She bent down too and told me where it was. After pressing the reset button on the router, I turned around and saw her large, white breasts through her pajamas. My little brother immediately reacted; I hadn't expected to see them like this. X noticed my change in expression and realized what was happening. She didn't say anything, just stood up. I stood up too, but X could clearly see my erection. X laughed and said, "What did you see? Why such a big reaction?" I then realized that my summer shorts had completely exposed my embarrassing state, and I blushed with embarrassment. I scratched my head, not knowing what to do. Just as I was about to leave, I tripped over the computer chair and fell onto X on the bed. My little brother was pressing against her lower body, and I could clearly feel how hot it was. I looked at X, stared at her for ten seconds, and then decided to go for it and kissed her. To my surprise, she didn't resist at all; instead, she was more proactive than me, constantly exploring me with her tongue, and her hand went directly into my shorts. I followed her pajamas and touched her breasts, kneading them. Suddenly, I remembered that it was almost time to leave work. Her husband was about to go home and she was about to get up when she realized he was away on a business trip. As if on command, I ripped off her nightgown, sucked on her breasts, and slid my hand down into her wetness. She pulled off my shorts and underwear, revealing my erect penis, which I began to stroke. Slowly, I moved my penis towards her opening, and with the help of her fluids, I inserted it directly. With a groan, the head of my penis entered her vagina. I pulled it out, continuing to kiss her nipples, neck, mouth, and ears, teasing her in various ways, but not going deeper. She got impatient and tried to push my penis in. I inserted it a little, then pulled it out as soon as I let go. She angrily asked what I was doing, and I said, "Guess, sis." She got impatient too, pushed me up, lay on the bed, and took my penis into her mouth. She stroked it a few times and said, "Come in quickly." So I moved her legs apart and inserted it directly into her. And so, after two hours of passionate lovemaking, we did it three times. It was getting dark, so we went downstairs for dinner. After dinner, I took her upstairs, and we did it again before heading home. I realized my legs were so weak I barely had the strength to press the brake or accelerator. It's been a long time since I've done it four times a day, since my first love.
After that, whenever we had the chance, we'd be together, having sex. Actually, this also depends on my preference for older, mature women (of course, they have to be of good quality). After that, we continued with our work as usual, and when we had a chance, we'd contact each other on WeChat and have some passionate encounters. Speaking of which, mature women, women with a sense of fun, are just different. Positions, stockings, locations—we tried everything. What I still fondly remember is the time I went to a meeting with X and my boss in the provincial capital, in a hotel room next to my boss's—it was exciting and thrilling, and I still miss it.
This period continues and will always remain in my memory, a beautiful memory. I am fortunate to have had sex in this life.

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