Unforgettable colleague and confidant

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Sex and love are timeless topics throughout human history, whether described in elegant or vulgar terms. While the process of sex may vary greatly, it cannot transcend certain boundaries, and the experience is vastly different for each individual. Some find cathartic release in sex, while others gain unforgettable memories.

I feel that most people have memorable sexual experiences, which may stem from their partner or their own personal circumstances. Here, I want to talk about an experience from four years ago. I consider myself quite open about sex, and I've had sex with several women. However, my first sexual experience was after I turned 23, a surprisingly late age for many. For a long time before my first experience, I even misunderstood the true meaning of masturbation. I always thought that touching myself was masturbation. It was only after my first sexual experience, with the feeling of my first orgasm, that I gradually realized that what I previously thought of as masturbation was merely a process without a tangible result.
My first time was with my first girlfriend, but at that time I vaguely felt that she had sexual experience before. Of course, judging from my experience today, I know she definitely had sexual experience back then, but four years ago, when I was still clueless about orgasms, I could only judge based on my limited sexual knowledge. I didn't really care whether my girlfriend was a virgin or not, but I still felt a little uneasy about it. Because of that psychological pressure, our sex at that time was more based on the novelty and excitement of sex, but after each orgasm, a vague regret would surface in my heart. Perhaps, at that time, I only gave my body to my girlfriend, but didn't achieve a perfect union of body and soul. Later, after some time, because of some messy things, my girlfriend and I broke up. After breaking up with my girlfriend, I felt empty inside.

Finally, the National Day holiday arrived, and to change my mood, I decided to go to Mengshan for two days. Choosing Mengshan for a trip was partly to relax, but another reason was that a female colleague I had always been close to planned to visit my city and insisted that I accompany her, and specifically requested to go hiking. Here I need to clarify that my former company was a nationwide organization with branches in almost every city in China. My city is located on the southern slopes of the Yimeng Mountains, a place that was once poor and underdeveloped but has now developed into a vibrant commercial city. My colleague is located in the heart of the Jiaodong Peninsula.

We were interviewed together at the provincial level when we joined the company, and ultimately assigned to the same department in different cities, so we had a lot of contact at work. Our naturally similar views on many aspects of life made us enjoy each other's presence. Mengshan, however, is the second highest mountain in Shandong. Having traversed many mountains and rivers, I personally believe that Mengshan's natural scenery and climbing experience far surpasses that of Taishan, only lacking Taishan's unique historical and cultural context. Always calling her "colleague" feels too distant; I've always called her Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao's bus didn't arrive in our city until after 8 PM on October 1st. I was already anxiously waiting,

worried that something bad might have happened on the way. In the past, we mostly met during meetings at the provincial company, rarely finding suitable time to go out alone. Most of the time we spent together was just joking around during our free time. This was the first time she had come to see me alone. I don't know if she sees me as a confidante or something else. When I had a girlfriend, I never thought about that kind of relationship. Now that I don't have a girlfriend, I'm mostly lonely, and I haven't thought about it either, probably because there's so little practical consideration between us. It was almost 10 pm when I picked Xiao Zhao up from the station and brought her home

. As soon as we entered, she exclaimed that she was hungry and asked me to cook for her quickly. From our usual conversations, she knew I was a good cook, but what she didn't understand was why I still liked to cook for myself every day after breaking up with my girlfriend and living alone in my current home. In her words, it wasn't troublesome enough, and it was much simpler for her to just buy some groceries. I had already prepared the ingredients before she arrived, so in just 20 minutes, I had four small dishes on the table, along with a refreshing soup.
It took quite a bit of effort to open the lid of the dry red wine, and I poured half a glass for each of us. The suggestion to drink was something she had mentioned before she arrived, saying that when drinking with close friends, one should indulge to the fullest. I didn't really understand what she meant, but since she liked it, I went along with it. Perhaps everyone who drinks knows that red wine may look unassuming, but it's actually quite potent. I'm not a big drinker, and after we'd drunk most of a bottle

of dry red wine together, I started to feel a little dizzy. We finished our glasses with a toast, and I got up to refill hers. The alcohol was slowly taking effect, and as I got up to pour her more, I accidentally knocked over my own glass. She panicked and tried to grab it, and at the same time, I tried to catch the glass rolling off the table. But to my surprise, she caught the glass, and I grabbed a soft, small hand. I'd held her hand many times in the past during meetings or other activities, but none of those times felt like this. Instead, I felt she was mischievous because she often pinched my palm hard when she held it.

But now I could clearly feel the delicate warmth emanating from her hands. I looked up at her face, and she seemed suddenly shy. Her already fair skin was now flushed, perhaps from the wine, making her cheeks look rosy and clear—something I had never felt before. She probably noticed my surprise and asked if it was the first time I'd seen such beautiful hands, and why I was holding them so tightly. I chuckled. Of course, I wouldn't want to let go of something so wonderful.

After that moment, my own emotions weren't as calm as they had been, and she seemed a little disappointed as well.

We finished dinner in a short while. Then I tidied up while she watched TV and ate fruit on the sofa, constantly urging me to hurry up and join her. I sat down on the sofa next to her after I finished. To my surprise, she spoke, asking why I was keeping such a distance from her! I joked, "It's so late at night, and we're alone together. I'm afraid I might have some inappropriate thoughts if I sit next to you." She replied, "What inappropriate thoughts could you possibly have? We're like comrades, and I'd even like to lean on your shoulder while watching TV."

Since she said that, I had no choice but to get up and sit down next to her. She leaned on my shoulder as well, saying, "It's more comfortable like this." But in this environment, with her leaning on my shoulder, I couldn't calm myself down at all. I could feel a faint fragrance swirling around her. My heart started racing. She suddenly tilted her head and asked me, "Why is your heart beating so fast? I can hear it clearly." I said, "I guess you've stimulated me. If you don't get up, I'm afraid I'll molest you."

"How would you molest me?" She leaned on my shoulder, showing no intention of leaving, just lazily tilting her head as she spoke. Her warm breath brushed against my face, tickling me and making me feel involuntarily confused. I didn't know how to calm myself down. We had maintained such a long-standing friendship, and I was afraid that a little impulsiveness would ruin our years-long bond.

But the more I tried to stop myself from thinking about it, the more thoughts pounded in my mind. One moment I felt like I was floating in the air, the next I felt a crackling sensation all over my body. Suddenly my mind went blank. I don't know where the courage came from, but I grabbed her two small hands, held them tightly, and placed them against my chest. She didn't try to struggle. Although I didn't look at her, I knew she must be leaning on my shoulder with her eyes closed.

I could feel her heart pounding. Her body seemed to grow increasingly limp, slowly sliding down until she was lying on my lap. I don't know if she could still feel the changes in my lower body, but I could feel her breasts between my legs. Her breasts were pressed against my right leg, and the softness of them was indescribable. She lay motionless on my lap, but I could clearly feel her palms sweating.

I gently withdrew one hand and stroked her hair. Her hair was beautiful, smooth to the touch, and the fragrance emanating from it seemed completely different from her body scent. I became even more intoxicated, wishing time could stand still forever, without any change. To have such an experience in life truly makes one's journey worthwhile. As my hand moved through her hair, a flame seemed to burn within me, almost melting me. I could no longer control myself, and suddenly pulled her close, pressing my lips deeply into hers. Whether then or today, I think those were the softest lips I've ever touched in my life. I

don't know how much the alcohol affected her willpower, but it clearly increased the temperature and redness of her lips. As I kissed her lips forcefully, I gently helped her sit upright. By this time, she was sitting sideways on my lap, my arms tightly wrapped around her waist, while she clasped her hands tightly around my shoulders. We embraced and kissed deeply, without the flicking of tongues or the movement of hands. The whole world seemed to stand still for a moment. I think neither of us wanted to disrupt this harmony; we were both focused on feeling each other's presence.

I don't know how much time passed—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say we had just experienced a moment of overwhelming upheaval—when I reluctantly pulled my lips from hers, cupped her face in my hands, and gazed at her intently. We

had always felt so familiar, but this was the first time I had looked at her so intently. Seeing me looking at her, she closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering involuntarily. Is it only when we pay attention that we can discover the beauty of everything? In the past, when I saw her, I thought she was cute and pretty, nothing more. But at this moment, both physically and emotionally, we felt so close, and she seemed breathtakingly beautiful.

I slowly brought my lips closer to hers, gently sucking on the corners of her lips, my tongue touching the edge, as if I wanted to absorb all the warmth and softness of her lips into my body. Slowly, I probed inside her lips with my tongue, carefully searching for her tongue tip. Beyond the edge of her teeth, I felt something smooth and nimble—her tongue tip. I gently teased her tongue, slowly moving from the tip to the back of her tongue.

Suddenly, she actively wrapped her tongue around mine, swirling it in my mouth. I held her tightly, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss, our tongues touching. I couldn't escape the stimulation of this sensation; my hands began to slowly roam over her back, then slipped inside her clothes. My hands moved up her alabaster back, reaching her bra strap before turning forward. I knew then that I was trying to caress her breasts. With her arms wrapped around me like that, it wasn't very convenient for my hands to move towards her breasts. I shifted her position, letting her lie flat on my lap.

Her face was even more flushed now, and her lips glistened alluringly from our passionate kiss. I lowered my head to kiss her forehead, while my hand moved upwards along her abdomen. Her abdomen was firm, likely due to her youth, and felt wonderful to the touch, without an ounce of fat. When my hand reached the edge of her bra, I tried to slip it inside, but it felt a little tight. Forcing it in would surely make her uncomfortable, but feeling her heaving breasts, I desperately wanted to cover them with my own hands.

I slowly unbuttoned her outer garment, revealing a black embroidered bra. Judging by the style, I figured her panties were probably black too. I like black lingerie; that color always amplifies my passion during sex. Looking at her breasts covered by the bra, I guessed they were neither too big nor too small. As my lips moved from her forehead to her earlobe, my hand pulled her coat from her arms and unhooked her bra. As I removed the bra from her arms, a pair of beautiful breasts suddenly appeared before me.

Beauty, so this is what it looks like. Those tiny nipples—I never understood if such a vibrant color truly existed. I always thought the bright red of women's nipples was just a description in books, but seeing hers, I realized that such a beautiful color was real! Two bright red nipples, the size of soybeans, were set on her small breasts. Even without the surge of desire, I imagine those nipples would be firm and perky normally. Her areolas

weren't large, just a faint pinkish hue around the nipples. Those breasts could only be described as perfectly small. Many men like women with full breasts, but I don't quite understand how alluring full breasts are. Breasts the size of hers should be the most perfect. I placed my hand on her breast; it fit perfectly in my palm.

Her breasts were the perfect size; any larger and I wouldn't feel fully in control, any smaller and I wouldn't know what to use to fill the gap in my palm. I slowly clenched my fist, feeling the wonderful elasticity of her breasts. I kissed her face, gradually getting used to the way my hands caressed her breasts. At that moment, I even heard her make soft moaning sounds.

I kissed down her face, my tongue gliding over her neck, then slowly touching the edges of her breasts, reveling in the pleasure of the fleshy texture. Then she gently twisted her body, putting her nipple into my mouth.

With her nipple in my mouth, I felt I didn't need anything else; I just wanted this to last forever.

I sucked on her nipple, then slowly swallowed most of her breast, then released it, repeating this motion over and over. I saw that each time I repeated this action, her legs would clench tightly. I thought she was in great pain, eagerly awaiting my entry into her body.

But I didn't want to give up this wonderful feeling so quickly. As I laid her flat on the sofa, kneeling beside her legs, I didn't immediately unbutton her jeans. Instead, I continued to suckle her breasts, then slowly kissed my way down her abdomen. Reaching the edge of her pants, I licked her belly with my tongue, feeling her spasms in waves.

Her body writhed more violently. I moved my hand down, and even through her pants, I could feel the softness and intense heat between her legs. I placed my hand between her thighs and pressed it firmly against that area. Her legs suddenly clamped tightly around my hand, and I could feel her trying to shift her body. Continuing like this would be cruel. I quickly unbuttoned her pants and carefully pulled them down. This time she cooperated very well; as I pulled down her pants, she lifted her buttocks slightly. Just as I suspected, her underwear was black and integrated with her bra.

A few pubic hairs were visible through the lace pattern on her lower abdomen. What moved me most was that she was probably so aroused that her panties were soaked with vaginal fluid, making the part of her panties covering her vulva shimmer with a dazzling sheen. I couldn't resist the temptation, and my palm slowly touched the outside of her panties. The feeling of touching through pants and through panties was completely different. With my hand on the outside of her panties, the feeling was almost real.

It wasn't just the slipperiness and moisture of her vulva, but even the pubic hair and the cleft between her legs felt exactly the same. All of this was largely thanks to her elegant and lightweight panties. Slowly, I slid my hand to the bottom edge of her panties, and slipped my fingers inside along her inner thighs. As I moved, my fingers touched two warm, soft, slippery pieces of flesh—her labia majora.

Her labia majora felt wonderful, so full and plump. While I don't particularly like large breasts, I do love fuller labia. At that moment, one hand was kneading her breast, while the other slid back and forth along the cleft between her labia, carefully savoring the warm, slippery sensation. The slipperiness made it feel like my fingers might accidentally slip inside her, but when I casually tried to probe her vaginal opening, I felt considerable resistance. I figured she hadn't had sex in a very long time. I'd known for a long time that she'd been deceived and lost her virginity, and since that experience, she probably hadn't had the chance to have sex with anyone else.

Whether this encounter was a tacit understanding or a natural progression, I was deeply moved. After all, given her past hurt, her openness towards me was rare, something many women would find difficult. As I became absorbed in this caress, her moans and groans accompanied the movements of my body. Suddenly, I heard her whisper, barely a mosquito's buzz, "You...come in, I...want...you to enter...my...body...I...want...to give myself to you." I asked her, "Are you happy right now?" "Happy, very happy, I...I...want you to come in. I...want to give...my...self to you." I didn't want to ask her anything more; actually, I felt I shouldn't have asked that question.

Silence was the best answer at that moment.

In this situation, I also wanted to enter her body quickly. If I only wanted to linger on this feeling and let her suffer the torment of desire, it would be unfair to her.

I quickly took off my clothes and her underwear, and moved her slightly onto the sofa. Then I drew her legs together. I spread her legs and knelt between them. Then I slowly lowered my head and kissed her genitals. Her genitals had no scent, no fragrance or fishy smell as others might expect; it felt as peaceful as drinking pure water.

I teased her clitoris with my tongue, and could feel the fluid secreted from her vagina flowing out. While I was sucking her clitoris, I touched her genitals with my fingers, feeling that her inner thighs and buttocks were wet. At this point, I couldn't resist any longer. I got up, spread her legs slightly, and then inserted my penis into her vagina. Just a little bit in, my penis clearly felt surrounded by a tight, warm mass of flesh, with a suction pulling it inwards. That suction combined with the tightness of her vagina; I didn't know if she wanted me in or was trying to keep me out. But regardless, I was already inside her, a firm, tight insertion. She shifted slightly beneath me, and my penis, under that tight pressure, slid all the way in.

I tried fast and slow thrusts, deep and shallow movements, trying to find a style of sex she was comfortable with. After a few minutes, I felt she was more comfortable with the slow, forceful squeezing of her clitoris. My penis slowly withdrew from her vagina and then slowly inserted again. During insertion, I used the pressure of my abdomen against hers to squeeze her clitoris with my penis. I repeated this about 20 times. Suddenly, I felt her vagina contract rapidly, as if a small hand was tightly gripping my penis. Then I felt an even stronger warmth coming from deep within her vagina. I knew she had orgasmed. In her sudden vaginal contraction, I didn't try to suppress myself. Along with her orgasm, I ejaculated profusely, and all the semen I had been holding back for so long shot into the depths of her vagina.

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