Encounter with a former female colleague

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After graduating from university, I worked in a factory. One of my female colleagues, whose surname was Chen and given name Chen Xin, was fairly attractive.
She wasn't very tall, had a round face, long eyelashes, and her eyes curved into crescent moons when she smiled. She had a few
faint freckles, slightly wavy hair, and a slightly plump figure, giving her a clean and refreshing appearance. Many people
said she was very promiscuous, and that she had an affair with one of the company's leaders.
I was young and sexually active at the time, so I paid attention to her and sometimes made slightly suggestive jokes.
We gradually became familiar with each other, and sometimes I would make ambiguous little gestures towards her. She never seemed
angry, but perhaps because I was a bit timid and had a girlfriend, I didn't dare to do anything out of line. However,
I felt that she still had feelings for me. Later, I didn't see her for a while. I heard that she had left the
factory to work elsewhere, and I felt regretful for a while, regretting that I hadn't slept with her.
(A month later, after I got married, I left the factory and started my own small company. While
shopping in the mall, I unexpectedly ran into Chen Xin in the clothing section on the third floor. She used to work as a saleswoman there. She
hadn't even called to let me know when she left the factory, which made it impossible for me to contact her. I boldly told her I missed her.
She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took my hand and led me into the fitting room. In that small space, our
eyes met , filled with tenderness. Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "You know,
I've always loved you." I didn't expect her to be so bold. My penis instantly became erect. I impulsively
hugged her and kissed her back, savoring her soft lips and entwining my tongue with hers. One hand slipped inside her clothes,
kneading her breasts...) Her breasts were full, smooth and soft. She also passionately grabbed my hard penis.
Since we were in a shopping mall and she was still working, although we were both very happy, we still lost our composure after (minutes
). We chatted happily, both feeling a little surprised. I remember I excitedly asked her why
my legs were shaking all day the next day!
We parted ways, and agreed to have dinner together that evening to reminisce.
I was in a state of excitement all day, and it was very difficult to wait until nightfall. I picked her up and took her to a high-end
restaurant. I generously ordered (a dish of seafood), and we finished this romantic dinner with tender affection. After dinner, we went directly to
the hotel room I had already booked.
As soon as we entered the room, we embraced each other. I passionately kissed her, and her lips were...
So soft, with a sweet, fragrant scent. We undressed each other, and when I unhooked her bra,
she looked at me excitedly, saying she'd been thinking of me too. We chatted for a while, that intimate familiarity almost
painful. She jokingly called me clumsy and started unhooking her bra herself, revealing a pair of white, tender breasts before me.
What beautiful breasts! The small nipples were pink, exactly my type. I caressed those exquisite breasts
with irresistible love , my heart overflowing with happiness. These were the breasts of my dreams!
My lips kissed her breasts, my tongue swirling around her nipples. When I finally pieced together her pink lace bra
, it was tiring, but also very satisfying. About a year later, one time, I went to a store
to take off my underwear... After falling, her beautiful body was fully revealed before me. She was petite but not thin, giving off a
plump, full appearance. Her skin was very white and exceptionally delicate, with sparse, light pubic hair. Her long, slender legs and feet,
about size 25, made her appear petite and adorable. Everything about her perfectly matched my aesthetic standards, and I secretly felt
proud of this encounter. She also undressed me, her small hands grasping my hard penis, saying
how thick it was.
We embraced and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower. She carefully washed my penis, lathering it twice with soap.
I also helped her wash her breasts and genitals. When my hands cleaned her genitals, she let out a passionate moan.
We quickly finished washing and went to the large bed. She made me lie down, kneeling between my legs and opening her mouth wide. The feeling returned.
Her skills were excellent; her teeth never touched my penis. Sometimes she would lick my hard, purplish glans with her snort
, making it grow larger and larger. My ecstasy rose higher and higher. In a blank mind, I trembled as I ejaculated thick semen into
her head. Sometimes she would gently bite my testicles with her teeth, sometimes she would suck on my penis with her mouth. A tingling sensation
constantly assaulted my nerves. I groaned in pleasure, holding her head tightly with both hands, watching my penis
go in and out of her mouth, feeling incredibly satisfied!
Before the feeling of ejaculation subsided, I quickly pulled my penis out of her mouth, calmed myself down, and laid her
flat on the bed. I started by kissing her gently, covering her ears, mouth, and breasts. Her lips were so soft;
I couldn't get enough of them. Finally, I reached her genitals. I parted her legs, admiring her vulva—
sparse pubic hair, pink labia majora and minora, her vaginal opening slightly parted, glistening with a thin layer of vaginal fluid. It was a beautiful,
clean, refreshing young girl's vulva.
I teased her vaginal opening with my fingers, my tongue swirling around her pearly clitoris. Soon,
clear, sticky vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina. I licked her vaginal opening, sucking on her fluid. A
faint youthful scent filled my nostrils, and I greedily inhaled deeply. As I lingered, I licked
her tender, delicious vulva again and again, like a starving man who hadn't eaten for three days tasting the finest wine. I was intoxicated by
her sweet and delicious vulva, unable to extricate myself. 　　Suddenly, her moans grew louder, and she clutched my head tightly with both hands, shouting, "Quick! Quick! Husband! I'm going to climax!" Then her body convulsed, and a gush of hot,
scalding vaginal fluid rushed into my mouth. I got up and said to her, "You're so wet! Do you want to try some?" She blushed, looking at and said... "Disgusting! Who told you to eat that?" She paused, then added, "Don't you like it?" A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I thrust my penis even harder. She closed her eyes tightly, her arms wrapped around me, moaning softly. 　　I looked lovingly at her flushed body after her orgasm and said, "Your juices are so delicious, I could never get enough!" She smiled, her crescent-shaped eyes looking at me and saying, "Come on, husband, come fuck me, I want your big cock!" Hearing her bold and explicit lewd words, my blood rushed to my head, and I trembled uncontrollably, saying to her, "You little slut, watch how your big cock fucks you to death!" I held my purplish-hard penis...

I thrust my penis into her vagina, the warm walls tightly gripping it. I began to
pump.
She raised her hips to meet my thrusts, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing in my ears
. She easily entered wave after wave of orgasm, moaning loudly, her face and chest flushed
. Suddenly, I felt a suction from her vagina, as if a mouth was sucking on my
penis, tightening and loosening.
I was instantly aroused. I hadn't expected to encounter the legendary "living vagina." I stopped pumping, focusing intently on
the sensation of her vagina tightening around my penis with each thrust. It felt amazing! A tingling sensation
filled her vagina! At the same time, she cried out, hugged me tightly, her body convulsing unconsciously,
her eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness.
I lay quietly on top of her, my penis inside her vagina, feeling the contractions of her vaginal muscles. After a while,
she let out a long breath, opened her eyes, and said to me, "You're amazing! You almost killed me!" When I
tried to pull out, she stopped me, saying, "Don't move, just leave it here! I love this
feeling !" We remained in that position, kissing each other. My hands were on her breasts, appreciating
their fullness and softness, my heart filled with tenderness.
Soon, I felt my penis gradually harden again inside her vagina, and I slowly began to thrust.
We started a new round of battle. That night, we made love five times, like a couple who had been deprived of sex for a long time
, desperately seeking each other's pleasure. In the last round, I was too tired and couldn't ejaculate, so I stopped the battle.
From that day on, we met whenever we had time—in my office, in the car, in the movie theater,
in the park—making love wildly. This situation lasted for over two months. Later, fearing our
close relationship might affect my family, I gradually reduced contact with her, though we would still occasionally
meet up.
Later, she started dating a guy, supposedly a railway policeman, and we contacted each other even less. At the time,
I was quite jealous of this policeman; such a beautiful woman was going to be given to him to fuck. Thinking about their
professional uniforms, how energetic they looked, it seemed she was doing well.
During those blissful times together, I felt uneasy. After some time, they got married, and we lost
contact. To be precise, she changed her phone number and her job; I couldn't find her anymore.
I didn't contact her again until years later at a former colleague's gathering.
I got her phone number from a female colleague I was close to. When I called her, she started crying on the other
end .
That evening, I invited her to dinner. When we met, I found her completely different. She had gained weight
, looked unwell, and her hair had lost its shine. Although she had dressed up carefully,
she insisted on drinking during dinner, complaining that her life after marriage hadn't been going well.
She did most of the talking, and I listened and tried to comfort her. Eventually, she got drunk.
Because I live with my mother-in-law, our relationship isn't good. My husband is a railway policeman who frequently travels for work.
When he comes home he either sleeps or goes out drinking and gambling, neglecting her feelings during our sex life. She was easily infected, and
they just went straight to sex, then fell asleep immediately afterward. She didn't experience any pleasure in sex. Now she has a child, and taking care of the child is very hard. The
couple often argues, and in short, she feels her life is a mess.
I had to take her home. As soon as she got out of the car, she vomited. We chatted for a while at the entrance of her apartment complex, but I didn't dare to take
her inside. I could only watch her stagger away on her own.
I felt terrible. Was this the same vibrant, energetic, and pretty girl I knew? After
that, because we were afraid of affecting each other's families, we only communicated through phone calls (a few times) and never saw each other again. As
time went by, we gradually lost contact. Now, I still often miss the wild days we spent together!
With her, I truly experienced the pleasure of sex! I miss her soft breasts, and I miss her
irresistibly beautiful vagina!

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