[Passionate Encounters with a Colleague After Drinking] (The End) Author: Walking Among Flowers

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Her story has a rather chaotic rhythm, and sometimes even when I try to sort it out, it doesn't feel very clear. It's like that
feeling of incompatibility when you're together, but sometimes you think about it when you're apart.

Her name is A-L, four years older than me, short and slightly chubby,
a small manager in one of our subordinate units. We worked in the same unit and had normal interactions. When we first met, I called her "sister,"
but I got used to it after a while. She had a good temper, was very serious about her work, and we interacted quite a bit, so we got along
well .

One evening in the autumn of 2008, the head of another subordinate unit invited a few of us from the office
to dinner . We drank a lot that day, and on my way home on my motorcycle, I suddenly decided to invite her to go for a walk and chat
(honestly, I wasn't thinking about anything else at the time), so I called her cell phone, and she answered quickly.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just watching TV!"

"Can you come out for some fresh air?"

"I've already taken a shower!"

"Come on out, you can't sleep this early anyway!"

After a few phone calls, I rode my bike to her apartment building to pick her up. When she came downstairs, I noticed she was still
wearing her work clothes, without even changing her shoes. As she got on my motorcycle, she kept complaining, "You
're so boring, drinking so late at night and not going home, what are you doing wandering around outside!" As I rode away,
I replied, "If I go home now, I'll just collapse and sleep. I can't sleep in the middle of the night anyway, so I
might as well let the alcohol off outside before going home and sleeping more comfortably! Tell me, where do you want to go?" She said, "You're the one
who called me, how am I supposed to know now! Wherever you want to go, I don't care!" I then turned
the bike around and took her to a small hill next to the city.

The mountain wasn't very high, just on the outskirts of the city. Many city residents would walk up to the foot of the mountain
and back in the evening; it had almost become a sport in our small town. It was past the Cold Dew solar term, and around seven or eight in the evening,
there weren't many people at the foot of the mountain. I drove her up the path to the top, and we sat on a small
platform , chatting idly. She kept yawning. I also felt a little sleepy,
and unconsciously leaned on her left shoulder, saying, "Ah, this feels so good!" Her shoulder stiffened slightly, then fell silent
. I leaned against her shoulder, but sleepiness gradually faded.

I could hear her heartbeat. It's a very cliché thing to say, but at that moment I really heard
her heartbeat; it was a little fast, and I started to feel a little strange. I leaned down a bit, but it still felt a little uncomfortable,
so I leaned down further, until finally, my head was resting on her lap as I looked at the stars. She nudged me a couple of times, but I stubbornly refused to
get up, so she didn't say anything, continuing to chat about all sorts of boring and rambling topics.
I shifted slightly, and through her shirt, I could see her bra. On a whim, I reached
under her shirt and slipped my hand inside. Before she could react, I pinched her breast and
said, "Sis, it's a little saggy." She snorted, was silent for half a minute, and replied, "I'm
getting old, of course it'll sag. Unlike you bunch of kids, all of you look so fresh and youthful!"

I sat up abruptly and reached in again, grabbing her breast a couple more times. "So big, I love it!"

She gently pushed my hand away, but when she realized I was gripping it tightly, she just held onto my hand and said, "
Don't move around like that , or I'm leaving!" I turned and sat behind her, kneading her breast as I said:
"Don't move, just rub her, maybe rubbing her more will make her bigger!"

After rubbing for a while, she started to lean back against my chest, slightly out of breath, and let go of my hand
. At this moment, I got a little impulsive. I rubbed her breasts with one hand and reached to her waist with the other. I found that she wasn't
wearing a belt, and my hand easily slipped inside her waistband and quickly touched her private parts. She
squeezed her legs together tightly, scolding me, "I told you not to move! I told you not to move!"

At that moment, my hands were tightly gripped by her legs, only a few fingers could move. I could
feel that her vulva was wet, and it seemed quite wet. I couldn't help but tease her clitoris a few times with my middle finger.
Then, I felt her legs loosen, her waist naturally moved forward, and her head rested on my
shoulder. She was still whispering, "No, no, really no!" In my experience,
if someone says no in this situation but doesn't take a firm stance, there's usually more to it. So, I used
my other hand to release her breasts, unbuttoned her pants, and pulled them down a little
, revealing her light-colored underwear.

Because one hand was busy there, I could see a glimpse of what lay there: she already had a child,
and her belly was still a little fleshy, but not too much, like the allure of a newly matured woman;
her pubic hair was sparse, and her skin was soft to the touch. Her labia seemed quite full, for example, they were currently gripping my sliding
fingers, which felt incredibly smooth. Her clitoris was a small, round head, hard and
resisting my middle finger.

Her buttocks started to move back, her cleft pressing against my hardening penis, whether consciously or
unconsciously , I could feel her rubbing my glans with her cleft. Fueled by the alcohol, I turned around and pinned her
to the ground, pushing her shirt and bra up with both hands, revealing her two large breasts bouncing up and down in front of me.
How could I not suckle such voluptuous breasts?! I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. She started to moan,
but her hands were still gripping her waistband, as if she wanted to resist, yet also seemed to be welcoming it?

I crossed my hands under her buttocks, grabbing her pants and underwear and pulling them up to her knees, pressing myself against her
.

I could feel her hands trying to push me away, grab me, and even try to stop
me from going any further. But in this crucial moment, there was no time for hesitation! I pulled down my pants, pressed my long-erect penis
against her vulva, spread her opening with two fingers, and thrust the head in.

It was like a city being breached, but even after a city is breached, there's still some sporadic resistance; like
a machine after a power outage, but even after a power outage, the machine continues to turn for a while due to inertia.
With my conquest, it seemed that the moment the head of my penis entered her, all her movements stopped, her entire body…
It stopped. I seemed to clear my head for a moment. Had I just raped her?

Yet, there was no resistance. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted to one side, and she was panting.

She should be alright, right? It's already like this.

So this is a mature woman's vagina? Not as wide and soft as I imagined. It
was thoroughly wet from the stimulating foreplay, soft yet tight, open yet muddy.

That moment of calm didn't seem to last long. I moved slightly, feeling how slippery her vagina was, like I could
go all the way in? So I moved again. Indeed, very slippery; one thrust didn't seem to go all the way in? Okay, maybe I'll move
a few more times until I go all the way in? Still not all the way in? Maybe I'll move a few more times? That's
how it , just like that, me moving, her still. Her panting seemed to have stopped? It seemed boring, like
we were both just holding on?

Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? She moved slightly, first lifting her hips, then moving her hand.
I felt that with the hip lift, my glans pushed further into her vagina, now the entire penis was
inside, and the thrusting felt even more pleasurable. I could clearly feel the stimulation
from . And that hand movement... was it like she was trying to hold my waist? It certainly did. All of this proved that
she had gone from resistance to giving up, and was now starting to cooperate?

I changed positions, supporting myself on the ground under her armpits, propping my upper body up, and while thrusting, I
stared at her face. She seemed shy, and also a little annoyed? But the increasingly
heavy seemed to tell me that she wasn't actually against it?

Suddenly, I remembered something I read on a website: when having sex with mature women, you need to use multiple methods.

I freed one hand and started rubbing her clitoris in sync with the thrusting. It worked! The website
wasn't lying ! She started moaning softly, her hands gripping my shoulders, tightening and loosening—was she telling me to use this
rhythm? Okay, I'll try it?

Sure enough, her reaction intensified. I began to feel her vagina tightening and relaxing around my penis,
her buttocks responding to my thrusts, and she became increasingly wet.

Suddenly, I mischievously stopped, staring at her intently. She hadn't quite caught on yet; her buttocks
were still jiggling, her vagina still gripping my penis. But quickly, she stopped, glanced at me,
bit her lip, and said with a mixture of shyness and anger, "You little devil!"

At this point, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but we both burst out laughing. Amidst the laughter, I restarted,
increasing my speed, and she responded even more actively to my thrusts. Our breathing grew heavier. Suddenly, she placed
her legs on my waist, rapidly twisting her buttocks.

No wonder everyone says mature women are desirable! I could feel that with each twist of her buttocks, her vagina rubbed
against the most sensitive spot on my glans—a sensitive area that even I rarely noticed, yet she found it
so quickly and accurately with every stimulation!

A night breeze carried distant voices; could someone be approaching? We exchanged a glance, and in unison,
increased the speed of our friction. I could feel a small, hard piece of flesh inside her vagina touching my glans, the delicate
flesh trembling and rubbing against every part of my penis. Her voice grew louder, incoherent, fragmented
, even mumbled; my thrusts quickened, and I could hear the slapping sounds—slapping
sounds must have carried far in the night. I saw her breasts; with this rhythm, her nipples
trembled incessantly, her white breasts contrasting sharply with her dark nipples against the night sky, so striking and stimulating. I imagined us sometimes sitting together
at work ; would I ever think that I could fuck her now?
Would I ever imagine that her vagina would feel this good?

Suddenly, she squeezed my waist tightly, her buttocks thrusting upwards, her legs clamped so tightly that I
felt no chance to move, while my glans was being constantly burned and squeezed by the heat of her vagina. I couldn't take
it anymore! At that moment, I ejaculated so thoroughly, my penis throbbing and spurting several times
before finally releasing all my semen inside her, still feeling unsatisfied.

She lay limply on the ground, her legs spread wide,
her breathing still heavy; I, panting heavily, lay on top of her, caressing her large breasts, our faces
close , breathing rapidly in each other's ears… And so it went, for a long, long time.

I sat up, looking at her face. Her eyes were still closed—was she savoring the moment, or embarrassed?

Embarrassed?!

How could that be? Something so embarrassing had already happened!

I kissed her lips. This time, without resistance, she responded passionately to my kiss…
…

[The End]

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