The blushing and heart-pounding years of secret affairs

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This is a true story from shortly after I started working.
Back then, I was quite introverted. Seeing girls, especially pretty ones, would fill me with a strange panic; my face would turn red before I could even speak.
However, a heart imprisoned for 21 years harbored an irrepressible longing for mature, voluptuous women.
In parks, on the street, in any public place, whenever I saw a woman with large breasts and a wide bottom, even though "moral decorum" suppressed me, I would still secretly peek at their private parts and fair skin from their occasional careless sitting posture or unbuttoned collars. Breasts gave me an unparalleled pleasure.
I noticed her entirely by chance.
She was six years older than me. Although not very beautiful, she was sexy and alluring. She always liked to show off her firm and perky breasts in front of people, even though she had breastfed a five-year-old child. It was her captivating breasts that lured me step by step into an affair with her.
Perhaps it's a man's nature, but when we see a woman, our eyes always subconsciously search her figure.
That day, after dinner, I passed by the factory's water dispenser and habitually scanned the crowd getting water. Suddenly, she walked out the door carrying two thermos flasks, not wearing a bra. Her two full, firm breasts swayed in front of me through her white, sheer blouse, the dark brown areolas and nipples clearly visible. In all my life, it was the first time I had ever seen the breasts of a mature, voluptuous woman so clearly yet vaguely.
Instantly, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction washed over me, and I immediately became aroused. She, who was walking out of the boiler room, noticed me staring at her, glanced at my crotch, and gave me a suggestive smile: "Accountant Liu, have you eaten?"
My face flushed instantly, embarrassed. I smiled at her, hummed in response, and immediately got on the bus and headed towards the dormitory.
If she had stayed in the workshop after that, I believe we would never have had that passionate period.
However, not long after, she was transferred to the logistics service center as a ticket seller for the factory shuttle bus. Every time I rode the bus, she would smile at me intentionally or unintentionally when she saw me. Occasionally, I would sit in the seat next to the ticket seller's seat. Every time I glimpsed her breasts through her collar or the edge of her clothes, I would feel an indescribable excitement. And a colleague who often played mahjong with her, because of our good relationship, unintentionally "played matchmaker" for us.
Over time, we became quite familiar with each other.
That year, on National Day, the factory organized a trip to the city to see a movie. Sitting next to her sparked my desire to get closer to her, and I took my first step according to plan.
At that time, although I wasn't a virgin, taking the first step into having an affair with a married woman was still very difficult.
I don't remember the name of the movie that day, let alone the content, but I had already decided to make contact with her unintentionally, observe her reaction, and then decide whether to take the next step.
I planned to pretend to be engrossed in a particularly exciting part of the movie, patting her leg and placing my hand on it. Even if she wasn't interested in a relationship with me, or even objected, this action wouldn't put either of us in an awkward situation; even if our colleagues noticed, they wouldn't... Doubts arose
, yet the brilliance truly became eternal in that instant.
At the film's most exciting moment, I softly called out and gently patted her thigh. She didn't flinch, and then covered my hand with her soft palm. At that moment, I knew I could have those breasts I'd always dreamed of.
From then on, desire burned within me; but reason wasn't consumed by lust.
Initially, she often brought her son to my dorm to play or chat in my office, or she would use the excuse of visiting her parents and wait for me at the movie theater entrance.
The first time I touched her firm breasts was when she brought her son to my dorm. The second time, my roommate was out, and I was lying on the bed, she was sitting on the edge, and her innocent son was on the opposite bed playing with his toys.
At first, I stroked her round, smooth back from behind, slowly… Slowly, my hand slipped from inside her clothes and moved forward, touching her cleavage. I stroked her nipples, still erect through her bra, with my fingers. I heard her let out a soft moan, then she unhooked her bra from behind. My large hands completely covered the full breasts I had longed for.
I took a deep breath, and my penis immediately sprang to life.
Her nipples hardened under my gentle caress, and like a baby nursing, I caressed one breast while tenderly stroking the other.
Finally, I opened my fingers and placed them on her nipples, kneading them. She couldn't
help but moan again.
Her son looked up at her, puzzled. Startled, I quickly withdrew my hands.
In the days that followed, whenever we were together, I always tried to find ways to touch her breasts
or, when she wasn't looking, hug her tightly from behind in the office, feeling her... The elasticity of her full breasts, or secretly dropping marbles into her cleavage and then taking them out
for a while—I only touched her breasts
until we were both blushing. Whenever I wanted to go further, she would hold my hand tightly and whisper, "Not now, baby."
And each time I wisely stopped,
knowing that moment was not far off.
This went on for about twenty days. That night, she brought her son to my dormitory again. She was wearing elastic-waisted pants. I first touched her breasts, then slowly moved down to her slightly protruding belly. I heard her take a deep breath, and then I tentatively touched her waistband. I heard her breathing quicken. I put my hand inside, touching her soft lower abdomen, and quickly slid it down. Ah!
I touched her sparse pubic hair! My heart skipped a beat, and I saw her tremble slightly. She immediately whispered in my ear, "Baby, don't touch me, I can't help myself!" But she grabbed my already hard penis and started rubbing it through my pants. "I miss you so much, baby!"
At this point, I was already on the verge of arousal, but because her son was right in front of us, we didn't dare to be reckless. She tightly clamped her legs together, making it impossible for me to continue.
"No matter what, you have to let me touch you." I whispered in her ear, telling her
that she was already "overflowing with moisture." I reached in and covered her vulva, which was almost like a "white tiger," with her juices covering my palm and the back of my hand. No one expected that, feeling the wetness on her pants, I gently hooked my little finger upwards towards her clitoris. She couldn't help but let out an "Ah!" and her whole body tensed up. The three people in the house were startled at the same time.
That night, I couldn't control my excitement and masturbated three times in a row, filling the room with the smell of semen.
The moment she let me touch her genitals in public was even more thrilling and exciting.
Perhaps the most dangerous thing is also the safest, and women are very clever in dealing with emergencies when having affairs.
To deceive my colleagues, when we went out, I would often invite my roommate.
At that time, our entertainment was mostly going to the park, and more often, watching movies.
When watching movies, she always sat between us. Wearing a long skirt, she would always put her legs on the seat in front of her and lean forward slightly to block my colleagues' view of me.
I would then use my hand to move from touching her to reaching between her legs. Sometimes she wouldn't even wear underwear. While I was surprised, she would always smile at me, and I would become even more passionate.
I started by gently pinching her labia majora from top to bottom, touching them lightly for a while until I felt her vaginal fluid seeping out. Then I used my fingers to part her labia majora and stroked her labia minora in the same way, until her vulva was thoroughly wet. Next, I used my fingers, moistened with her vaginal fluid, to caress her clitoris, searching for the G-spot, stroking it with varying pressure and speed, until she quietly and passionately told me, "I'm burning up inside, if you touch me any more I'll make it happen here, baby!"
And at that moment I was... I would never give up. I would immediately insert my finger into her vagina and gently stir it against her clitoris until she couldn't hold back any longer. I would only stop when I was afraid my colleagues would find out. I don't know if my colleagues really didn't notice or were just pretending. On the way back, they were still talking to me about the story with great interest. I could only respond with "uh-huh" and "yeah." They
said she was smart. This was because we were having sex in the dorm when the sound of my colleague's key turning in the lock disturbed us. During my erotic dreams, her reactions
left traces of our lovemaking in my dorm, at her house, and even outdoors.
Making love in my dorm was the most dangerous;
we always seized every opportunity to sneak into the dorm to make love.
The most dangerous time was during work hours.
One time, she had just finished her shift and was returning to the factory on the shuttle bus. The bus stopped in front of the office building, and after she got out, she glanced at my office window. A moment later, I understood and walked towards the dorm,
and she followed me in.
At this time, we couldn't afford much foreplay. We would both instinctively undress each other, but she would only take off one pant leg, while I would take off all my clothes. Then it would be straight to the "golden dragon" (a euphemism for penetration
). Each time, I could feel her dripping wetness, which excited me greatly. As I thrust forcefully, she passionately moved her full buttocks and twisted her waist, eagerly welcoming me. Then, the door, already locked, made the sound of a key being inserted. At that moment, I was completely terrified. She immediately pulled down my haphazardly pulled-up pants, which I couldn't put on, and "whoosh!"... I quickly put on my pants, rushed to the door, unlocked the hidden lock, and braced myself against it, as if joking with a colleague. I gestured with my eyes for her to hurry up and put on my pants. In my haste, I could only pull the blanket over myself. In that brief moment, she was fully prepared. Seeing that I was ready, she nonchalantly opened the door and laughed with her colleague, then secretly made faces at me. If my unrequited love for her during our affair at the factory was due to my uncontrollable youthful impulses, then what makes her so unforgettable to this day, and what I feel now... I have a deep longing for voluptuous, mature women, probably because of her rich sexual experience and the meticulous care
she showed me during sex. I had tried my hand at sex before, but with her, I truly experienced the joy of sex. She brought me immense pleasure, and she made me lose myself completely.
It was a drizzly spring morning. She, who drove the shuttle bus, woke me up at 6 a.m. to go to the city for errands.
I was half asleep when I heard someone knocking on the door. Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed... She opened the door and rushed in like a whirlwind, then slipped under the covers and told me she'd switched shifts with someone.
I knew this was going to be a passionate morning.
This morning she gave me a reason I couldn't forget her.
She sat under the covers for a while, caressing me through my clothes and pants. When her hands warmed up, she slipped them inside my pants and gently squeezed my already erect penis, seemingly reluctantly playing with my testicles. I couldn't wait any longer and unbuckled her belt, caressing her already slightly moist vulva.
At first, we just silently comforted each other.
She was starting to lose control, her abdomen trembling occasionally, as if she wanted me to enter her immediately.
Suddenly, she whispered to me, "Baby, we can't go on like this anymore. This morning is our last time, but I want you to remember me forever."
After saying that, she kissed me, slipped under the covers, and took my penis into her mouth. At first, she only licked my glans with her tongue until she saw I was losing control and then she climbed out; then she used her right middle and index fingers to pinch my vulva... The base of her penis controlled my excitement; finally, she took off her pants, unhooked her bra, pulled off my panties still on my legs, and made me put on a sweater so we could have sex sitting down.
She grasped my penis with her hand, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and gently sat down until I was fully climaxed. I felt her warm and soft vagina still gripping my penis like a virgin. At first, she didn't move, but just contracted her vagina forcefully. There, I experienced a thrill that I couldn't feel from any woman I had sex with for the next ten years: it was like a feather gently teasing your itch, or like turning on a hot shower when you're extremely tired and a surge of heat quickly flowing from one point to your whole body. For the first time, I couldn't help but groan. I enjoyed the pleasure she gave me.
Then, she slowly began to move. Sometimes she would lift her buttocks and sit down gently until her vagina swallowed my penis; sometimes she would slowly lift her plump buttocks and quickly slide down on my penis; sometimes she would thrust wildly, a wisp of heat emanating from her... Her head popped out, and I felt like I was about to explode with her thrusting. "Baby, I can't hold back anymore."
My words came out like a galloping horse. She grabbed my head and thrust desperately until I used all my strength to hold her buttocks, pressing tightly against her clitoris, and a stream of heat shot out...
What I remember most is her tenderness and gentleness during sex...
I'm not the kind of tough guy that netizens describe. Although I've made great progress in my sex life over the past ten years, I was still too inexperienced to handle the rough treatment of an experienced woman. Sex was tense back then. I had to endure the torment of my conscience and morality, as well as the stimulation of societal judgment if we were discovered. So, being inexperienced in sex, I was mostly in a passive and protected position throughout the process.
I remember the first time we made love at her house was after midnight. Her dormitory was one of those apartments with a balcony and suites in the front and back. To get to her house, I had to tiptoe out of the dormitory and risk being discovered by her. A colleague on the floor noticed the danger. I gently knocked on the door, and it opened immediately. As soon as I entered, she pulled me into a tight embrace and whispered, "Baby, don't be nervous, no one knows!"
We walked to the bed, where I saw two cups of hot tea and a neatly folded towel on a stool beside the bed.
She helped me take off my clothes, then quickly disarmed herself, lay down on the bed, and opened her arms, saying, "Baby, sleep on me, let me hug you!"
I obediently lay down on her voluptuous body, burying my face between her breasts, my hands caressing her thighs, my abdomen rubbing against her legs. The curtain rose in this scene.
Like a willful child, she let me do as I pleased, guiding my mouth and hands to roam over her body. Then I sat up, and we sat naked facing each other. I wrapped one arm around her and caressed her breast with the other…
She then used a mirror to look at her genitals, explaining their structure; then she took my hand and gently touched hers… Her clitoris, until white, sticky fluid flowed from her vaginal opening; then, she made me lie down, she knelt on top of me, guiding my penis into her vagina with her hand, moving her hips, and I clumsily responded to her, she gazed at me with eyes half infatuated and half lustful, and in that captivating gaze, her swaying breasts stirred my heart as well, and I watched my hard penis enter and exit her slippery, warm, still pink vulva, watching it pull out of her vagina as it withdrew. Seeing her wetness and the edges of her chapped vagina, I couldn't control myself and jumped up, pushing her onto the bed, spreading her legs, and thrusting wildly. She skillfully moved her plump buttocks, pushing me step by step towards orgasm
. After ejaculating, she rolled over, placed me on the bed, took a towel to wipe me clean, brought me tea, and used her left hand to support my head and feed me water. After washing herself, she gently held me, her fleshy thighs tightly clamping my legs, and I fell asleep peacefully in her arms...
I left my original workplace over ten years ago, and the woman who brought me joy quietly disappeared from my life. But those brief years were truly unforgettable, and I record them here to commemorate those days. [The End]

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