Internship Romance

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My name is Xiaohui, and I study at a university in Jinan. I would describe myself as strong-willed, proud, sensitive, and meticulous. My classmates say I'm cheerful, humorous, and good-looking. I'm not tall, not heavy, and have a good physique. I give the impression of a well-behaved, intelligent young man. This past semester, our major had a unified internship program, and I was assigned to a media company. My internship supervisor was a female teacher surnamed Wang. It was my first time reporting to the newspaper office. After my department head explained some things to note about interning at the newspaper, he called Ms. Wang on the internal line and arranged for her to supervise my internship. Following the department head's instructions, I went to report to Ms. Wang. I remember when I went to find her, she was sitting in front of her computer working on an article. Not wanting to disturb her, I quietly stood by the window not far from her seat, looking down at the scenery of Jinan.
As I stared blankly at the scenery outside, I seemed to hear a soft call, calling my name. I turned around and found her finished with her work, smiling and looking at me. I suddenly felt embarrassed, as if I had been stripped naked in public. I knew it was because I felt uneasy in such an unfamiliar environment, but what embarrassed me even more was probably this teacher who would be guiding me through my internship for half a year. In that instant, our eyes met, and I unconsciously lowered my head and walked away.
Actually, my mind was completely blank at that moment, because in that brief glance I had been stunned by her beauty. My mind was filled with her image, but now I was like a child obediently obeying to get a toy, head down, not daring to look at her. She was wearing a black, tight-fitting collared top and skinny blue jeans. She looked to be close to 30. From that brief glance, I estimated she was about 1.65 meters tall with a great figure. Since it was our first meeting, I knew nothing about her and could only rely on my intuition. She probably hadn't had children yet; her slender eyebrows were meticulously groomed, slightly upturned. Below them were a pair of beautiful eyes, like the gentle glow of the moon, captivatingly bright. Her skin must have been excellent, and a few strands of her long hair casually cascaded down her chest, resting on her full breasts. She was still smiling, leaning back in her chair by the computer desk, gesturing for me to sit down. Then she asked me about my personal situation and how I should approach my internship with her. The time seemed to stretch on forever. Leaving the newspaper office, looking at the azure sky, I still felt like I was dreaming, but I was happy. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have such a beautiful teacher supervising my internship? So, contentedly, I returned to school, eagerly awaiting the start of my internship the next day.

In that environment, I naturally cherished the six-month internship opportunity, so when I first started my internship at the newspaper, I worked very hard and needed to ask the teachers for advice on many things. But as I gradually adapted to the environment, I started to become a bit lazy. Because Teacher Wang's seat was in a corner by the window, when she wasn't around, I often secretly chatted online or browsed adult websites, and often fantasized about what my teacher looked like. I don't know if this counts as being a bad student; I think it's probably a normal phenomenon for people my age. After browsing, I would usually secretly delete the website address from the address bar. I remember
one time, when I went to the newspaper office in the morning, none of the teachers had arrived, including Teacher Wang. That's how it is in the journalism industry; it's relatively free, and the working hours aren't fixed. Since I hadn't been assigned any tasks, I turned on the computer and went online, waiting for my teacher to arrive.
I hadn't had a nocturnal emission for a long time, but last night before going to bed, after listening to the radio, I actually had one. Thinking about all this, I kept fantasizing about Teacher Wang's appearance, staring blankly at a photo on her desk for a while. Then I secretly went to an adult website again. I was probably too careless that time. After minimizing the webpage, I went outside to get a glass of water. In that short time, when I came back, I suddenly found Ms. Wang already sitting in front of the computer. I forgot how embarrassed I was, wishing I could escape forever, cursing my carelessness, and feeling ashamed that she had come at such an inopportune time.
But I still braced myself and went over to her, greeting her. I sat down next to her.
Actually, I had been interning with her for a few months by then, and we got along very well. I gradually learned that she was 29, unmarried, and didn't have a boyfriend. She wasn't from Jinan; she came here to work after graduating from university and lived alone in a rented apartment. Perhaps because we weren't that far apart in age, she had no airs of a teacher at all. She treated me like a younger brother, and a few times she simply told me to call her "sister," saying that calling her "teacher" made her seem old and uncomfortable. This made us feel very comfortable together.
I tried hard to suppress my anxiety, wondering how she would see me. I furtively glanced at her, then at the computer screen, noticing all the webpages were closed. I knew she must have seen what I was looking at. But she acted as if nothing had happened, responding with a smile and asking if I could go upstairs to the distribution room to get her today's newspaper. I immediately ran up, feeling like I'd been granted a reprieve.
In the days that followed, we continued as before, cooperating smoothly. She gave me tasks and guidance on writing, but I could sense something different between us, though neither of us knew what to say. Several times, when I arrived at the newspaper office late, or when she assigned me tasks to do alone on interviews, I returned to find her frantically closing the computer screens.

I remember it was a day in June. My teacher and I went out to interview someone about a very important news story and came back to work on the article. We were busy until very late. We were both probably very happy that day because the interview was great. She suggested treating me to dinner. Actually, since we started interning together, we've often gone out for interviews and other things together, and sometimes she treats me. So, I felt a little embarrassed about it always happening, but I still agreed to go with her to a very nice restaurant not far from the newspaper office. She was as happy as a child that day, ordering a lot of dishes. Maybe so, women will always be women, no matter how strong they seem on the outside, they all need to be cared for.
After dinner, we went outside, and it started raining. June weather is like a child's face, changing in an instant. Pedestrians were hurrying by. My teacher was going to take a taxi, but in this kind of weather, every taxi was busy. After waiting for a while outside the restaurant without being able to flag one down, she decided to take the bus with me. When we both ran to the bus stop across the street, we were completely soaked. We huddled under the bus stop sign, waiting for our respective buses. We were shivering from the cold, but in good spirits, chatting happily. Perhaps because of the weather and the large number of people waiting, neither of our buses arrived for a long time, and we started talking less and less, getting a little impatient. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was a message from a classmate, another dirty joke. I chuckled after reading it.
My teacher leaned closer, peering at my phone, and said, "What are you looking at? Something so funny?"
Actually, I knew she had probably already seen the message on my phone, so I didn't hesitate and said it was a joke from a classmate, handing her the phone.
She looked at it, smiled at me, and asked, "Any more?"
I said I probably had a few more saved. She then looked through her phone, smiling at me occasionally, casually chatting about text messages; the atmosphere seemed relaxed. She was wearing a white suit, and I stood close beside her, stealing glances at her rain-soaked clothes. Her curves were clearly visible, and I could see the pink lace trim of her bra. Her long, flowing hair, wet from the rain, clung gently to her beautiful face, as if she had just showered. Bathed in the orange glow of the streetlights, she looked so alluring. I couldn't help but steal glances at her every now and then, my heart pounding with nervousness. I recalled past interviews with her, sitting close together in the car, and fantasizing about being alone with this teacher beside me.
As I secretly observed her, our eyes met. Like an electric shock, my face flushed red, and my body trembled. At that moment, nothing needed to be said; my eyes betrayed everything. I lowered my head, my peripheral vision darting to the couples waiting for the bus, the lovers embracing. My mind was blank; all I could hear was the patter of rain and the complaints or tender moments of the couples around me. Those few seconds felt like an eternity.
But what made me even more tense was that when she returned the phone to me, her cold fingers shattered the long-cherished feelings in my heart. I took the phone, and to my surprise, she gently stroked my head and said in a soft voice, "Your message is really interesting, hehe."
I looked up at her, smiled, and my eyes were clearly filled with desire.
"Are you cold?" She unexpectedly pulled me into her arms
... Two lonely hearts burned brightly in the rainy night. I looked at her, nodded, and
said, "A little. How about you?"
"I'm cold, haha. Can't we warm up by hugging like this?"
Our hearts were tightly intertwined, we could hear each other's pounding hearts, feel her fragrant warmth, and know that she was the one I had been longing for, my teacher. I wished that bus would never come,
but it did. When I looked up at her with disappointment, my teacher, my lovely teacher, said something I never expected, something I will never forget—"Would you like to go to my sister's house?"
Her burning gaze scorched me, making it impossible for me to refuse. Actually, what I couldn't refuse was my body, my desire, my longing for her.
At that moment, I nodded almost without hesitation, forcefully. In fact, I knew that missing out would be my mistake, unforgivable, and anyone in that situation would feel the same way. Her room wasn't very big, but it was beautifully and uniquely decorated. A pair of cream-colored sofas were draped with cartoon-themed cushions, a computer sat on a desk, and a single bed was covered in warm blue checkered sheets. A Pikachu toy sat on the bedside table. I stared at it for a few seconds, wondering if this bed held all my desires.
"Hey, baby, take a shower, be careful not to catch a cold," she said with a smile, coming out of the bathroom and handing me a towel.
"Oh," I replied, taking the towel, my eyes burning with desire.
Holding the showerhead, letting the warm water soak my body, my lower body already hard and erect, I quickly
rinsed off, dried myself, and went outside. She was sitting in front of the computer, browsing the web while listening to soothing music. Seeing me come out, she turned and smiled at me. I boldly walked over and hugged her from behind, my tongue lingering on her earlobe and neck, my heavy breathing tickling her entire body. At that moment, the fragrance of her beautiful body, a mixture of perfume and flesh, filled me with its aroma.
A slight tremor ran through me upon contact, then everything seemed so natural and calm. Once again, I mustered my courage and slid my hands from her shoulders to her chest, slipping them inside her low-cut neckline and into her embroidered lace bra. I grasped her two full, round, and elastic breasts and gently kneaded them. She shuddered as if electrocuted.
"What are you looking at, teacher?" I said with a wicked grin.
Ah, isn't this the adult website I often browse?!
"What, you don't know what this is? Don't you watch it all the time?" She turned and smiled at me.
Yes, it was full of explicit scenes. Suddenly, I mischievously tickled her armpit. She couldn't take it anymore, hehe, jumped up, turned around, and wrapped herself around me. Suddenly, her hand gripped my dick tightly. We both froze for a moment.
"What are you doing?" I asked mischievously.
"You're pressing against me, hehe, I'll just hold it down."
"Really?..." Before I could finish speaking, she opened her cherry-like lips and gave me a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues engaged in a fierce battle, and we began a frenzied kiss... haphazardly clutching each other's clothes and hair, twisting our bodies. Actually, we were both dressed very lightly; she was only wearing a nightgown, a thin, smooth black nightgown like a black fishing net wrapped around her body, with a black bra and panties faintly visible underneath. The slit in the nightgown went all the way to her neck, and I could even see her full, round breasts squeezed together to form a tight cleavage. Yes, she was an extremely voluptuous woman.
We entwined like this in the warm, orange-yellow room, tightly embracing each other, panting and kissing desperately. No matter how her slender, delicate hands caressed my lower body, it still playfully pressed against her from time to time. I looked slightly at her slightly closed almond-shaped eyes, feeling our intoxicated expressions, a strong hunger surging within me as if I wanted to devour each other.
Her fragrant lips and tongue slid to my ear, her two rows of jade teeth gently biting my earlobe before her tongue slipped inside, licking it. This made me unbearably itchy, as if I could hear our breaths rushing like a torrent in a valley, and the sound of her tongue moving!
We stood there by the bed, kissing passionately without fatigue. The rapid breathing, the sweet scent of her body, the soft music, the gentle light, and her lingering charm all stirred up my long-suppressed primal drive and desire. One hand caressed her full, elastic breasts, while the other lifted her nightgown and gently slipped inside, slowly moving upwards along the crevice between her round, slender legs. The teacher, her face flushed, struggled shyly, clamping her long, beautiful legs together, as if to prevent my hand from further penetrating and probing her vagina. I knew she was perhaps afraid of the sensation, or perhaps it was the first time our bodies had been so intimate?
My hands roamed over her trembling body, teasing and arousing her primal, wanton desire. I knew she couldn't take it anymore; the hand that was holding my dick began to stroke it too. Her eyes were clearly filled with a hazy beauty of lustful desire, as if telling everyone that her libido had risen!
Seeing that we were both in a state of sexual arousal, I picked her up and gently placed her on the warm, sweet single bed. I gently yet roughly tore off her nightgown, and instantly, her flawless white flesh was nakedly displayed before my eyes. Her figure was very well-proportioned and beautiful, her skin delicate and smooth, her curves graceful. Look at her flat, smooth abdomen, her plump, round, and large buttocks, and her shapely, long legs! This is the reporter teacher who mentored me during my internship? Who says there aren't many beautiful reporters?
She seemed shy, or perhaps unaccustomed to it, gently closing her eyes like a lamb about to be slaughtered. This made me feel a pang of guilt and heartache; after all, she was my teacher.
But primal desire extinguished that fleeting conscience. I thought we could forgive each other because of our mutual needs.
I quietly admired the beautiful body before me. Her high, undulating buttocks were only covered by a small piece of black lace-trimmed triangular fabric, round and plump, sexy and alluring! Under the black silk fabric, long, thick, and fine black pubic hair was faintly visible, with a few strands peeking out from under her panties, incredibly alluring.
I couldn't help but start touching her through the silk panties, lovingly bringing my hands closer, gently caressing her full, rounded vulva. The warmth of her vulva, through the panties and my palms, spread throughout my body, giving me an indescribable pleasure. My penis began to swell with excitement, pushing my pants so high it almost burst out!
Seeing her aroused and restless, her body writhing on the bed, her wet vulva gushing with desire, soaking her panties, her delicate body trembling slightly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with spring, murmuring softly,
I felt a pang of tenderness. Perhaps there was also trepidation, nervousness, or love.
I lifted her leg with one hand, and she obediently let me remove the last bit of covering.
Instantly, her entire private area blossomed, like a lonely firework blooming in the dark night sky, blurring my vision.
The teacher's pubic hair was thick, black, and long, completely surrounding her alluring and sensual vulva. The barely visible slit was covered in wet, lustful fluid, and her two bright red labia opened and closed, just like the cherry lips on her face, full of temptation. After admiring her for a few seconds without restraint, I lovingly parted her snow-white, rounded legs, offered my mouth to hers, and gently kissed her, licking her labia majora and minora with the tip of my tongue, and lightly biting her clitoris, which was as small as a grain of rice, with my teeth.
"Ah...ah...you little pervert...you're making me...you're so uncomfortable...you're so naughty..." I heard her murmur and pout, which made me feel very good, and I worked even harder.
"Ah...**...I can't take it anymore...Oh...you're licking me so well...I...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it..."
My mind went blank. Suddenly, I sucked and bit her wet vulva with all my might. A stream of hot, lustful fluid flowed from her vagina, flowing into my mouth. It was sweet, with a slight fleshy taste. Her whole body trembled. She bent her legs and raised her plump buttocks higher, making her vulva protrude even more, as if encouraging me to lick her fluids more thoroughly.
She seemed to be in a dream, while her hands frantically searched for my dick.
“Dear teacher…is it alright for me to lick you?” I mumbled,
but she seemed not to hear me, closing her eyes as if nothing was wrong. “Sigh…don’t call me teacher anymore…it makes me feel guilty and uneasy to hear you calling me teacher all the time…call me sister…”
Time slipped away with the ticking of the clock, and the desire in my heart burned lonely.
Suddenly, she pried my head open. I thought she couldn’t take it anymore, but unexpectedly, the teacher sat up,
her eyes slightly closed, and murmured to me,
“Let me lick you,”
while roughly pulling down my pants.
"Wow...it's so big...it's amazing..." She glanced at me with her gentle and charming eyes, her sexy appearance unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Strands of her hair clung to her face and body, she was covered in fragrant sweat, and her breath was rapid and shallow, as if her long-dormant desire was about to be completely released from its long-suppressed thirst.
I instinctively reached out to meet her, because it was already hard as water.
The teacher's jade hand grasped my erect and fiery member, opened her small mouth and began to lick it lightly with the tip of her tongue, and kept sucking and teasing it with her cherry lips, while her slender jade hands gently kneaded the two testicles below. Yes, I've seen scenes like this in movies before. I don't have much sex, and I've never seen this kind of sucking like a trumpet before. It felt so novel and exciting, making my whole body go numb. I couldn't help but moan excitedly, "Ah... Teacher, you're so good at sucking... So... So comfortable..."
While enjoying her tenderness, my hands didn't stop caressing her body.
Before long, I couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps this was the moment we needed each other the most.
"Hi, baby, would you like to let my dick enter your vagina?"
"Oh, baby," she said, lying down.
At this moment, I didn't hesitate anymore. I aimed at her entrance and thrust in hard, hitting the very core with a whoosh. Perhaps it was because I had been suppressing my desire for so long that I became so rough. Her insides were warm and tight, and the tender flesh gripped me tightly, which felt very comfortable. Yes, the teacher hadn't given birth yet, which was normal. Perhaps my roughness was a bit too much for her. She gripped my arm tightly, panting and looking at me pitifully.
"Yours is so big...you don't even care if I can handle it...sigh...I'm afraid...you, you little devil...sigh..."
Unable to bear seeing her sobbing and pitiful appearance, I blamed myself for my impatience earlier.
"Teacher...I didn't know yours was so tight...I got impulsive, I really wanted to...make you unable to handle it...I'm sorry,"
"Hmm...now thrust gently...don't be too forceful...I'm afraid, afraid I can't handle it...don't be too impulsive, okay?..." A hint of satisfaction and tension appeared on her lips, making her look even more beautiful and charming! I began to slowly thrust in and out, and she seemed to enjoy it, twisting her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks in response.
"Sister, is this okay?"
She was completely absorbed in it, not responding to any words, just moaning and groaning.
"Is it still not good, sister? Should I pull out?" I suddenly thought mischievously.
"No... don't pull out... I want..." Seeing her, who was originally enjoying the full and tingling feeling of me filling her vagina, suddenly hearing this, she seemed very frightened and hurriedly hugged my back tightly with both hands, raised her legs high and hooked her feet around my waist, as if afraid that I would really pull out.
"Sister... call me, call me dear husband..."
"No, no... it's so embarrassing... I'm your teacher... I, I can't say it... little brother."
"Call me... I want you to call me, call me dear husband... call me..." I slowly thrust in and out.
"You... you're really torturing me... dear, dear husband... oh... so embarrassing..." I felt her close her captivating eyes in embarrassment, as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night!
"Oh...so good...darling, my dear husband...it feels so good to be penetrated...darling, my dear husband...push faster..." The teacher's lustful body rose and fell with the rhythm of my thrusts, her plump buttocks twisting nimbly as she thrust upwards, moaning passionately, "Oh...**...your big...big is touching my clitoris...oh...it feels so good...I'm going to give it to you again...oh...so good..." I felt a gush of hot water spurt out, the sensation of her vaginal fluids scalding me, an intensely pleasurable sensation that caused an unprecedented explosion of pleasure. My primal desire surged, and I began to thrust and pump relentlessly without restraint. My teacher's body seemed to be consumed by lust, tightly embracing me in response. I could almost hear the continuous splashing sounds of our thrusts, like a gentle stream flowing under a lonely starry night.
Yes, it brought us both boundless pleasure, a pleasure so intense it drove us both mad. She held me tightly, her large, plump buttocks twisting and shaking violently, emitting ecstatic moans and murmurs.
"Oh...oh...oh my god...it's so beautiful...ah...I'm dying...hum...hum...I'm going to be fucked to death by you...I can't take it anymore...ouch...I'm going to lose it again..."
My mind was blank at that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything else. Every now and then my whole body would tremble, probably from the stimulation of the teacher's tender flesh spasming. I could feel the constant sucking and kissing power from the skin, like a sausage sandwiched in a sandwich, infinitely wonderful.
I watched her face flush with pleasure, her hair flying wildly, her whole body trembling and moaning in fright,
"Oh, oh...I can't take it anymore...hurry up and fuck my...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to be fucked, fucked to pieces by you...dear husband...dear brother...please, please spare me...please spare me..."
I watched her in ecstasy, her hair disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over, her body covered in fragrant sweat and vaginal fluid, soaking the sheets.
"Sister...ah, no, teacher, please, please bear with it...I'm about to cum..."
"Mmm, I want it too, I want... I'm about to climax," she began to thrust her plump buttocks upwards and twist to meet my rhythm, welcoming this final sprint, sucking and releasing, thrusting in and out,
"Sweetheart... dear husband... this student is killing me... I'm going to lose it..."
"Ah... dear sister... fleshy sister... I, I'm going to cum too... ah, ah..."
Suddenly, we both felt a sudden spasm, and we hugged each other tightly. Hot water gushed out, feeling incredibly numb. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, shooting into that deep garden. She cried out from the hot water, "Oh... dear husband... dear brother... it's so wonderful..."
We both reached sexual climax at the same time. After hugging tightly for a moment, I pulled out, gently caressing the teacher's full and sexy body with my hands, kissing her passionately, embracing each other with satisfaction and exhaustion. We talked about various topics, and I remember asking her why she didn't have a boyfriend. She just told me that there wasn't a suitable one. Actually, I sensed the melancholy in her heart. However, I started to like her, to love and cherish her. I know that girls need to be carefully cared for.
That night, we made love several more times. Hmm, it felt better than the first time because we were both more open and reached orgasm each time.

Later, time continued to flow by like water. I continued my internship with her, but we were no longer the same as before, much more distant. Occasionally, after finishing our work, we would go out to eat together and then go to her house. This continued
until my internship ended. Now, we are very, very good friends, and we often exchange phone calls to check in on each other. Jinan, I feel so warm!!!
(This is my true experience, except I added some of my own imagination to the part about the bed, but it was also added based on my memories of the scene. I hope everyone will give me encouragement; I will try my best.)

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