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In 1997, due to work, I transferred from a company in mainland China to a parallel company in Guangzhou.
That year was also my first experience of the relatively developed economic environment of southern China, and I truly experienced
the vibrant nightlife of the South. My company had a unique characteristic: it had some international business, requiring a high level of foreign language proficiency.
Most of the employees had overseas backgrounds, and under the influence of these open-minded men and women who had studied abroad, a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere
seemed . Thus, "keeping the good stuff in the family" became
the most basic way of expressing the thoughts of the men and women here. Soon, I noticed Lisa, who seemed to have not yet been taken over
. Lisa had also only recently joined the company.
She was from Chaozhou, not the kind of stunningly beautiful woman, but she was noble, dignified, and very pleasing to the eye .
She was 163 cm tall and weighed less than 100 kg. She was married to the president of a financial institution. Because of her
affluent family background, she took very good care of herself. She talked a little chatterily, and her clothes were very sophisticated, always perfectly
highlighting her slender waist and rounded hips. However, since she was new to the industry and still somewhat inexperienced,
while I had been working in this field for many years, I naturally had some experience to share with her. So I tried to find opportunities to get to know her
and occasionally we would go out for lunch together. Under my influence, she gradually became more involved in the business,
and this genuine Cantonese woman later developed a liking for the hot pot lamb that northerners love to eat.
From the very beginning, I had considered Lisa as my first target in Guangdong, so
during our interactions, I naturally developed in that direction. For example, I would occasionally touch her chest with my arm,
gently put my arm around her waist to avoid pedestrians when crossing the pedestrian crossing, and hold her hand on tree-lined paths where there were few pedestrians. She accepted
all of these increasingly ambiguous actions.
Then, about two months later, during a lunch break while we were climbing 28 floors from the first floor for exercise (
at that time we liked to hike up the stairs after lunch to get some exercise, and our workplace was on the 28th floor)
, I hugged her. Because staircases in tall buildings are rarely used, I remember there were no lights
between . So, in the darkness, I slowed my pace slightly, and when she caught up with me from behind and got close, I
turned around and, without saying a word, hugged her tightly. She was stunned by my sudden action and didn't move
for . When my lips sought hers, she stopped me, saying it wasn't right, that we
both had families. Since it was our first time, I didn't force her. I just continued to hold her, stroking her smooth
back and her shapely waist. She cooperated, neither moving nor flinching.
This was my first real physical contact with her. My lower body was already hard, pressing against her lower abdomen, and
my breathing was labored. I believe Lisa also enjoyed it very much, but because it was so sudden, she
couldn't accept me so quickly. This time, we embraced for about half an hour, and then continued our
stair-climbing adventure.
Since we had our first physical contact, this became our daily routine. Originally, climbing the stairs wasn't
a daily necessity, but driven by the longing for that embrace, it became our unchanging pact.
Finally, about two weeks later, one midday, also in the darkness of the fourth floor, we
shared a passionate, frenzied, and wild kiss. In the heat of the moment, I unzipped the back of her dress, my hand slipping inside her seemingly still
back , slowly and passionately exploring. Finally, I slipped my hand inside her panties, and despite her
somewhat hesitant resistance, I resolutely touched her smooth buttocks.
A round, smooth, warm bottom—a swaying, trembling, and
incredibly elastic plump bottom. Years later, the feeling is still vivid in my memory. As I tried
to explore further, she became very firm and whispered in my ear: "We can't do it here." Her words were a wake-up
call ; neither of us could bear the consequences of being seen by others. So we agreed to go
somewhere else the next day.
The following day at noon, I booked a room at a hotel near my workplace, and we had lunch. I
arrived and called to let her know the room number. I took a shower, without even taking off my underwear, wearing only
a bath towel. About half an hour later, as I was getting impatient, the belated knocking finally sounded.
I opened the door, didn't even look, and pulled her close, our lips meeting in a kiss. I gently untied the knot in the bath
towel, and it quietly slipped to the floor. She seemed quite surprised, only then realizing that I was completely naked, and
that something erect was pressing painfully against her.
I slowly took off her almost daily dress, and just as I was about to unhook her bra
, she broke free and ran into the bathroom, firmly locking me out… Helpless, I
could only judge whether she was applying shower gel to her nipples,
combing her pubic hair, or perhaps probing her vulva by the speed and intensity of the water coming from the bathroom… all based on my own fantasies, haha.
The sound of water finally stopped. As I waited patiently, she
emerged . She avoided my gaze, almost walking backwards towards me, then slipped away from my advances, burrowing into the covers and
pulling them tight. Heh, I think Lisa was most captivating at that moment. A good woman needs time to
unfold. I tried to control my impulses, pulled back a corner of the covers, and slipped inside.
Just as she was about to turn her back to me, I forcefully turned her back, and she tightened her blouse, refusing to let me
open it . Heh, what a breathtaking feeling! That alluring, coy beauty was indescribable. I
adopted a piecemeal approach, peeling back the tip of the iceberg. In less than two minutes, a smooth, soft, and fragrant naked beauty
turned and nestled into my arms. A warm, moist
scent , wafted into my nostrils. Controlling my surging desire to penetrate her immediately, I slowly and gently embraced
this woman, exploring every inch of her skin. She was truly a woman who took excellent care of herself;
every part as delicate as milk, as smooth as satin. As I gradually explored her breasts, I noticed that while her nipples
were pointed, her breasts weren't quite full. This was perhaps Lisa's only flaw, and for
someone like me with a particular fondness for women's breasts, it was a significant disappointment. This was also
one of the reasons why I was never able to fully commit in our subsequent interactions. But that's a story for another time. Lisa's
special features included a flat, virgin-like abdomen, sparse but dark pubic hair arranged in a straight line, and full, butterfly-shaped labia.
After I thoroughly explored every inch of her body, amidst her repeated attempts to hide, and her moans and scratches,
I finally entered her. Oh, how lubricated and tight her little hole was! For our first time, we only
used the missionary position, moving up and down, back and forth, grinding left and right. Lisa
became more and more engrossed, shedding her ladylike facade. Her moans gradually turned into lewd cries, and
then into silence… It turned out she had bitten her own finger, her expression one of intense emotion.
This expression made me realize that women might be open to threesomes, and that once she was aroused, she might enjoy having
another penis in her mouth… This idea was confirmed years later, but I won't go into details here.
My first time with Lisa unexpectedly took up the entire afternoon at work. Because
after making love, we fell asleep in each other's arms, and when we woke up it was almost 5 a.m. Since
we no longer cared about going to work, we went all out, making love twice more before checking out of the hotel and going home late at night.
From then on, Lisa became my devoted lover for many years. During our relationship, we considered renting an apartment near our workplaces
to spend more time together, but the price was too high.
We once made love in broad daylight by a security staircase in the company building, and couldn't help but lean against the wall to make love. We also once
got carried away while sightseeing at a building under construction and sneaked into an empty room, lifted her skirt, pulled down her
panties, and turned her around to have sex with her from behind. Even more exciting was when her husband was out socializing at night
, she let me sneak into her house (where her mother-in-law lived in another apartment), and I
tried my best to suppress my moans while ejaculating my hot semen into her vagina as quickly as possible on her and her husband's bed.
For about four or five years, she enjoyed the pleasure of lust with me and never thought about anything other
than lust. However, in the long process of mutually enjoying each other's company, people, especially women,
develop a desire for a lasting relationship. About five years later, she started becoming increasingly clingy, even
bringing up dangerous topics like comparing my time with my wife's to see who I spent more time with. When a relationship reaches this
point, it's a warning sign. So I used every possible method to gradually distance myself from her.
Actually, this was the most responsible solution for her. You see, her family was the envy of everyone.

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