Insurance broker

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I met an insurance broker by chance a few days ago. She contacted me to introduce me to insurance products. Her profile picture showed a beautiful woman, and since I had nothing else to do, we arranged to meet at a coffee shop. When I saw her, I was stunned. She had fair skin, a beautiful face, and a great figure. She wore a loose, bright red dress—only someone with a truly exceptional figure would dare to wear something like that. Her makeup was also quite heavy, but very refined and attractive. "Hello, handsome!" she said with a radiant smile. I know "radiant" isn't a flattering term, but her big smile really was like a blooming flower. She was very outgoing, but I immediately started stammering. I always stammer and get nervous when I see a beautiful woman; I didn't know what to do with my hands. After a few casual words, she started introducing the products. I couldn't concentrate at all. I was inhaling her fragrant hair and body scent, looking at her face and eyes, stealing glances at her chest, and shamelessly getting an erection. I gave her half-hearted replies until she asked which product I wanted to buy. Wanting to spend more time with this beautiful woman, I asked, "If I buy it, can I contact you anytime if I have any problems?" She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Of course! Once you buy it, you're my customer, at your service for life." She then gave me a charming smile and looked at me slyly. My face flushed, my heart raced, and I didn't know how to respond. She continued, "Don't worry, I won't run away. We'll be friends from now on, and we can keep in touch." I pondered the meaning behind her words, thinking that I was just an old loser with no ties and a little spare cash, so I decided to buy it. I purchased a long-term savings investment product. It would deposit a few hundred dollars every month for 20 years. It wasn't a big deal. After signing the contract, she was excited: "Handsome, you're a straightforward person. Let me treat you to dinner." I said, "Sure." After dinner, since it was on her way, she drove me home. "Want to come up for a bit?" I asked nervously. She glanced at me and said, "Sure." When we got home, she looked at the photos I had hung on the wall, and I leaned over to show her. They were all travel photos—Japan, France, Germany, Spain… I was very close to her, my heart was racing, and my arm slowly brushed against her body. She didn't seem to mind, as if she hadn't noticed. So I gently took her hand, and she turned to look at me: "What?" She stared at me intently, her eyes full of a teasing smile. I remembered
some dating guides I'd read before, which said to compliment her if you wanted to sleep with her, so I looked at her and said, "You're so beautiful." She still looked into my eyes with a smile. I thought this was going to work out, and my hand trembled with excitement as I instinctively wrapped it around her waist. Warm, slender, smooth, and hot. She pressed her hand against my chest, keeping her upper body still at a distance. "No," she said, this time with a firmer expression. But I felt like my brain was controlled by my penis, my body surging with hormones. I ignored her token resistance, wrapped my left arm around her, and touched her breasts with my right—soft, full, and elastic. She kept saying, "No..." "Stop..." "This is rape..." "You're hurting me..." She kept resisting, but seeing how serious she seemed, I stopped. Seeing that I had chickened out, she chuckled and said, "I'm leaving, otherwise you'll keep trying to do bad things." "Then let's kiss goodbye." I still wanted to take advantage of her. "Tch...dream on," she said with a charming smile. "Then let's hug, like friends." A loser like me never gives up hope. She didn't say anything, but generously gave me a friendly hug. When her chest was against mine, looking at her fair and delicate neck, her smooth long hair brushing against my cheek, I thought that this hug was enough to make the insurance policy worthwhile. After she left, I kept thinking about her and masturbated while fantasizing. We chatted occasionally, casually. She'd send me ads now and then, asking if I wanted to buy anything. I'd always reply, "If I buy it, will you give in to me?" Her reply was always a knowing smiley face. Even now, I'm still not satisfied and occasionally try to talk to her about insurance. I think I'll eventually succeed...

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