【Life is but a dream】(03) 【Author: lyyjn】

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I met this person a year before I met my first love (the woman who lost her virginity) mentioned earlier. At
that time, my supervisor entrusted me with an important task: to build a team of 20 people to be stationed at the client's site for half a year. Nearly
3/4 of them could only be assigned to me, a recent graduate and an intern who had not yet graduated. From interviewing and screening team members to
training, on-site deployment, and division of labor, I had to be responsible for everything.
This was a challenge for me, who had graduated less than 5 years ago. I was busy with various things every day, and it was hard
to relax.
That day, my supervisor called and said that a senior intern had joined the company and wanted to put me here to practice. He had already
interviewed No problem.
We were short-staffed at the time, so I agreed without much thought.
The next day, I was dealing with a tricky issue at the other end of the office when a colleague came over and told me that the new
girl was having trouble logging into the system and opening her email. She asked me what to do.
Sigh, leading a team alone on the client's side, I had to handle all the little things myself.
I finished my work, frowned, and quickly walked over to her.
Later, she said that she was immediately struck by my serious and composed demeanor when she first saw me. But when I first
saw her, she was leisurely touching up her makeup, completely ignoring what she was doing. "These 90s girls are so carefree
," she said, so initially, I didn't think much of it.
The days passed uneventfully. Since we shared half the distance home, I only knew that this young
woman liked to stand next to me, and if there were seats, we'd sit side-by-side. I didn't think much of it, though she often
wrote random things on her QQ space (later I found out it was all for me).
The following year, around the time I met the girlfriend mentioned earlier, the project ended, and the team members were reassigned
to various project groups. We no longer had any work-related contact.
Looking back, it was probably because my relationship with the blind date wasn't going well, and I would occasionally vent to her. After all,
I think it's more appropriate to confide in someone of the opposite sex with whom you can chat but aren't very close (maybe my thinking is a bit strange,
haha). So, even after almost a year of no work interaction, we actually became close.
Later, because I never felt anything for my blind date, things gradually faded. But I became close with this younger woman.
We often went out for meals, went to quiet bars, and I picked her up from school (a night school for professional certification exams).
Finally, one night, after we'd all had a few drinks, I suddenly hugged her and kissed her passionately in the park. Although it was my first kiss,
I felt I did pretty well. She responded by locking her arms around my neck, and the kiss lasted for
almost ten minutes before we finally let go.
I have to say, she was a real enchantress; her lips and tongue were the most comfortable I've ever kissed. Her lips, seemingly no
thicker than others, were soft and slightly elastic when kissing. Even in the driest weather, they were always slightly
moist, and the mere touch of lips was enough to make one lose control. Inside, there was a tongue that, while not long, was
small and agile; the moment my lips parted slightly, her tongue would slip in precisely, like a little water
snake writhing and coiling in my mouth. Her mouth always carried a hint of sweetness and warmth; too much saliva would be
cloyingly sweet, too little would be dry and uninteresting. Later, I learned that her body was so sensitive that a kiss would make her wet.
From that night on, whenever I had the chance, I would hold her and kiss her, and she would reciprocate this ambiguity.
But when I confessed my feelings and wanted to define our relationship, she repeatedly and ruthlessly rejected me. Our relationship
remained purely platonic, a spiritual ambiguity between a man and a woman. Our physical intimacy, however, deepened layer by layer.
After our initial French kiss, it naturally progressed to touching her breasts under the cover of night by a deserted lake.
At first, it was through her clothes, but later my hands went inside to caress her directly. Later still, when the kisses reached their peak, she would,
when no one was around, lift her clothes, hold my head, and lick and suck her breasts, leaving me with countless hickeys on her body
. She wasn't satisfied until my hands could feel the warmth and wetness of her genitals through her jeans.
However, she would only allow me to touch her genitals through her pants, resolutely refusing to go any further. Sometimes she would give me a little stimulating
treatment. Once, in a crowded park in winter, we were ostensibly standing and embracing, but her
hands had already unzipped my pants and taken out my penis to caress it—my first contact with a woman after my penis matured
.
Finally, one day things seemed to have taken a turn for the better. Although she still didn't accept it emotionally, she asked me to take her on
a trip.
On the evening bus, we sat in the back where no one was around. What started as "just kissing
" escalated into a passionate embrace. She was reclining, her clothes pulled back, revealing a nipple that I was
caressing with my lips and tongue. Her waistband was loose, and my fingers were inside her underwear, pressing on her clitoris.
The three-hour journey flew by. At the hotel, I eagerly picked her up and threw her onto the bed, starting to
undress her. Her underwear was completely soaked, even leaving a thin, clear, sticky
trail when I pulled it off.
When we were naked and embracing, an awkward thing happened: my previously erect penis was
completely limp, as if asleep. We caressed each other—she masturbated—and even
watched half an AV together, but it still wasn't hard enough for penetration. She didn't want to give me oral sex, so it ended there.
Although I still felt uneasy about it, she never gave me another chance to spend the night together; we only ever had
superficial physical contact.
Later, we both got partners, and we stopped having physical contact. She would only occasionally contact me
to talk about sex when she felt aroused.
Until recently, she started complaining about her boyfriend's indifference, envying my relationship with my girlfriend, and often asking me to talk about my
sex life with her.
During our conversations, I discovered that although I was impotent in front of her that night, later with the woman I met on a blind date, and now…
My girlfriend's sex frequency and quality far surpassed her boyfriend's. A self-proclaimed Aries woman, it's easy to imagine
how sexually frustrated she was; in fact, I think my story only fueled her desire.
One day after work, she suddenly texted me, saying she was feeling down and asked if I could keep her company.
I said it was late at night, and we were alone; wasn't she afraid I'd take advantage of her?
She replied that we were both taken and she wouldn't let me touch her.
When I arrived at her place, she was alone, wearing a conservative nightgown. We simply drank and chatted.
What started as a normal conversation gradually turned to sex.
She begged me to show her a video I'd made with my girlfriend, then sat next to me, leaning on my arm, wanting me to watch it with
her.
After all, she was a body I'd once coveted; although her looks and figure couldn't compare to my current girlfriend, male urges still
made me steal glances at her. That's when I noticed there was another layer under her conservative nightgown—a black, transparent lace nightgown!
I tentatively tried to ask her about it, but she firmly pushed me away.
But what man could stand such a scene? A picture of himself having sex with his girlfriend in a Victoria's Secret outfit right in front of him
, with a seemingly readily available, lustful woman right next to him.
She noticed my unusual behavior, her hand covering my crotch. "Hard? How perverted, watching
your own sex video with another woman and still so hard." "Didn't you say you were so amazing? Last time I saw your little brother wasn't working
, let me see today!"
Since she'd put it that way, refusing would be foolish.
I half-pushed down my pants, pulled out my fully erect penis, and paid special attention to her expression. As I pulled my penis out
, she clearly showed anticipation, surprise, and thirst. Without a word, she grasped my
penis, exclaiming, "It's so long, so thick, wow, and so hard and hot!"
I asked her, "None of your boyfriends have ever had one this big?"
"This one is the biggest, though it's about as thick as yours, but not as long."
Seeing her eyes practically spitting fire, I pulled her limp body close and
kissed her passionately again after a long time. She responded enthusiastically, her hand stroking my penis up and down.
I forget how long we kissed, but I released her and whispered in her ear, "Your lips and tongue are so intoxicating, give
it to me..."
Her hand tightened, she stopped, and her head moved towards my crotch before stopping again. She was now
open to giving oral sex, but still hesitant.
Unable to suppress my desire, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed, tearing off her outer nightgown.
Underneath the semi-transparent lace nightgown, a set of white semi-transparent lace lingerie was faintly visible.
I pounced on her and started foreplay, but she resolutely resisted. Since we were at her house, and
my current girlfriend is a rare beauty, I wasn't really driven by lust, only by impulse. I quickly
calmed down, packed up, and left.
On the way, she suddenly messaged me on WeChat, "Actually, I'm quite horny in bed too. Aren't you afraid of getting addicted after just one time?"
(I had previously boasted in a video that my girlfriend was a goddess off-the-bed but horny in bed). I replied, "
Try it and you'll see."
And so, we started flirting again. This time, although there was no physical contact, our conversations
were more direct. We no longer hid anything, openly teasing each other. Two months ago, for her birthday,
I included a vibrator in the perfume bag I gave her.
She said she now uses this vibrator for masturbation, and I'm also a part of her sexual fantasies. She's always afraid that if she can't resist
having sex with me, she might become addicted and want to possess me, ruining our current relationship.
The last sentence of the previous paragraph was about last night. After so many years of this ambiguous, on-again, off-again relationship, I could sense
she was a seemingly restrained yet alluring woman. Deep down, I wanted to experience the taste of such a woman, but I was also worried about
being discovered by my current girlfriend and losing a beautiful relationship.
Sigh, men's lower-body thinking is truly terrifying. It's like having a delicious-looking sesame
seed and a watermelon in front of me—I wonder if I can eat them both.
[To be continued]

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