Lewd White-Collar Beauty

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My name is Ya-Yan, and I'm twenty-two years old .
I started working at eighteen and, thanks to my hard work and perseverance, I'm now an administrative director at a listed company. I started living alone at nineteen because my parents disliked me for being a daughter, so I lived with my grandparents. They both passed away when I was nineteen, so I left my old home, rented a new apartment, and started my own life.

My company ends at 5 PM, and I didn't leave until 6 PM that day. I have to take the company shuttle bus home, which only takes ten minutes, though it can take a few minutes longer during rush hour.

Since many office workers leave at this time, there are quite a few people waiting for the bus. The bus arrived quickly, and I squeezed into the carriage with the crowd. The carriage was crowded. My right hand gripped my briefcase, and my left hand reached for a handrail, but I had no choice; I was already pushed into the throng.

Suddenly, the crowd behind me jostled me, and I lost my balance, crashing into the person in front of me. The person was about my height. I managed to move my head to avoid a face-to-face collision, but

my body was immobilized, lying flat on top of him. The bus started moving, and the crowd calmed down. Because it was so packed, I could only remain in that position, awkwardly pressed against the person's chest. Since my head was to the side of his head, our sides almost touching, I didn't move my head, afraid my face would hit his. But from that brief glimpse, I recognized him as a man around thirty years old.

I dared not move, pressed tightly against his chest, afraid he would misunderstand and think I was rubbing against him. Although I didn't move, I still needed to breathe, my chest rising and falling naturally. Gradually, I felt something hard pressing against my lower body; even the most clueless person would know what that meant.

I felt even more embarrassed, yet helpless. To make matters worse, he was subtly shifting his position. I bit my lip in anger, enduring his impolite behavior. Just then, someone touched my buttocks. I realized those hands belonged to the man in front of me. I finally turned my head away, glaring at him fiercely.

He showed no fear, even smiling at me, and suddenly gave me a light peck on the lips. I immediately turned my head away, refusing to look at his face. I felt utterly humiliated. Aside from my first boyfriend, I had never been kissed by another man. To be kissed by such a despicable man was infuriating!

But before my anger subsided, his hands on my buttocks became even more inappropriate, tracing the contours of my body and slowly pulling up my skirt inch by inch with his fingers. The form-fitting skirt, barely reaching my knees, was stretched into a mini-skirt that barely covered my buttocks. Those vile hands continued to caress my thighs, and I began to feel nauseous and frightened.

His hands quickly slid down to my private area. I usually wear thongs because most suit skirts are form-fitting, and I don't want my underwear outlined on the skirt—it's too indecent. Unexpectedly, this time the man got his way. After rubbing my buttocks for a while, his hands moved to the front, caressing my vulva through my underwear.

When someone touched that spot, I couldn't help but shift my body slightly. This only aroused him more. He let out a soft moan in my ear, then pressed his lips to my ear and breathed on it.

"Oh my god!" I couldn't help but exclaim inwardly. My ears are my most sensitive spot; even a gentle touch or a breath from someone makes my whole body go weak and powerless, and I'm easily aroused. This time, he'd accidentally hit the wrong spot. How awful! I bit my lip tightly, suppressing the moan that almost escaped my lips.

But my body leaned even more weakly against his chest, and his fingers pried open my panties, pressing them against the outside of my labia, and began to rub my private parts wantonly. To make matters worse, his mouth didn't stop; he breathed hot air into my ear, and my chin rested limply on his shoulder.

He seemed to sense my change, continuing to breathe near my ear, while my private parts, disobeying my embarrassment, continued to secrete fluids. His fingers smeared the fluids, applying them to my vulva like oil, then sliding between my tightly closed labia, kneading my clitoris.

Was it the tickling of my ears, or because I hadn't been touched by a man in so long? Or did I truly possess a wanton nature? How could I secrete fluids while being molested? In the instant my clitoris was being kneaded, a long-lost feeling of excitement surged within me. I hated this feeling, and I hated the urge to moan.

My juices kept flowing, and my little pearl was rubbed until it felt hot and burning. Then, a strange sensation traveled from my pearl straight to my forehead, a tingling sensation assaulting my consciousness. I was about to collapse, wanting to groan out loud! But I saw the bus pulling into the station, the very station where I was getting off.

The tingling sensation spread like waves, my lower abdomen involuntarily contracted, and my legs became weak and powerless, as if I were about to fall. This feeling made me feel extremely helpless and lost. Just as I was about to groan, the crowd in the carriage began to move, and that hand stopped.

It was time for me to get off the bus, so I composed myself and followed the crowd. After getting off, I looked back at the bus; the man was still smiling at me, his gaze seemingly lingering. I immediately turned my face away, and only after the bus had driven away did I start walking home.

My senses returned, and I was startled to realize my disheveled state. My skirt barely covered my round, upturned buttocks, and my underwear was still digging into my labia. My vulva felt cool, but there were many pedestrians around. How could I pull down my skirt in front of everyone? It would be too shameful!

So, I could only carefully and cautiously walk home. Many people gave me strange looks on the way home, especially men, who openly stared at my legs. Of course, my long, shapely, and fair legs were completely exposed under my skirt. Some men who came towards me glanced at my legs, then looked up and saw my beautiful face, and almost forgot to walk.

My mood was quite chaotic, because my underwear wasn't properly on, and the skirt was so short, it was chilly down there, how could I not be scared? But thinking about that strange feeling on the bus earlier only confused me more. I had never experienced this feeling before, so why did I have this feeling? And this feeling was so wonderful...

Because the fabric was elastic and clingy, paired with my slender waist, the curves of my breasts were exceptionally prominent, and my light purple bra was faintly visible, stunning people's eyes. I wore a white denim mini-skirt, slightly shorter than mid-thigh, paired with white flat sneakers. At that moment, I exuded youthful energy.

Normally, when I wear suits, I look around twenty-five, and my serious, aloof demeanor at work makes me appear even more mature. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but lament my lost youth. My childhood was lost because of my parents' neglect; while others joyfully enjoyed their romantic years, I was struggling to make ends meet. A small portion of my youth had already slipped away.

I quickly pulled my long hair into a high ponytail, then stopped looking in the mirror, stopped wallowing in self-pity, grabbed my small handbag, and headed out the door. Walking down the street, I attracted even more greedy glances. Seeing some girls give me disgusted looks only made me feel more proud; even girls were jealous of my good looks.

I entered a shopping mall and chose a restaurant for dinner. After the receptionist spoke into the intercom, a waiter led me inside. I saw his name tag: Lu Wenting.

Because I was alone, I was seated at a small table near the corner of the restaurant. After sitting down, I picked up the menu and looked at it closely. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the waiter hadn't left; he was still standing there. I deliberately asked about the details of the dishes, and he bent down to explain them to me one by one. I noticed he was staring intently at my chest, but thankfully his explanations were still clear.

While I was eating, I suddenly noticed the people at the table opposite me giving me a look. Sitting across from me were four boys, probably in their early twenties. Two had their backs to me, and two were facing me. The two facing me kept staring at me, while the ones with their backs to me occasionally glanced at me.

There were no tablecloths on the table, and my miniskirt was very form-fitting. When I sat down, the skirt not only pulled up even shorter, but a glimpse of my underwear was also visible between my legs. I didn't put my handbag on my lap, and I guessed they were definitely peeking at what I was wearing.

However, the restaurant was dimly lit, so it felt like there would be some exposure, but that wasn't the case. All you could see was a dark triangle of skin, but nothing underneath. I pretended not to notice their peeping and continued eating leisurely, occasionally leaning forward to let them see my ample bosom.

After finishing my meal, I paid the bill and left. As I called the waiter for the bill, the guys at the table opposite me also paid. I didn't think much of it and left the restaurant.

I planned to stroll around the mall, so I stopped at the kitchen window of a nearby shop and stared intently at the displayed merchandise. But I knew someone was watching me from behind. I pretended to carefully examine the merchandise in the kitchen window, bending over or squatting to look closely.

I didn't know if the people behind me would see my underwear when I bent over, but that unexplained feeling made me both nervous and excited. When I squatted, my skirt rode up, revealing my entire thigh. In the reflection of the kitchen window, I could vaguely see a few people standing behind me.

I stood up, turned around naturally, and pretended to be thinking about where to go shopping. It turned out that the four boys from the table opposite me were standing behind me, and there were several other people nearby looking in my direction. It seemed my plan had successfully attracted a lot of attention again.

I went into a bookstore and squatted down next to a shelf displaying novels, pretending to look for a book. My squatting position was near the aisle, meaning anyone standing opposite me would definitely see what was under my skirt.

To my left was the pedestrian walkway, and my left side was outside the bookshelf, my left leg bent at the knee, and my right knee touching the floor—a position that seemed like an unintentional glimpse of my underwear. I kept flipping through the books, but my eyes were constantly scanning my surroundings. If someone stood next to me, they would stop and then walk away.

I glanced over and saw it was the same four boys from before. They all walked to my opposite side and squatted down, also pretending to look for books. The two men diagonally opposite me also noticed my exposed underwear and squatted down to peek as well.

I occasionally rested my chin on my hand, feigning deep thought, and flipped through the book in front of me, gradually spreading my legs wider so they could see more clearly. My face began to burn, my heart raced—it was so exciting! But outwardly, I remained focused on searching for the book.

Besides slightly parting my legs, I also turned my body slightly towards the passageway. I wondered if they would see my pubic hair through my pale purple sheer panties, and my excitement intensified. However, time was running out; squatting too long would arouse suspicion.

As I stood up, I pretended to accidentally drop the book and bent down to pick it up. The person in front of me could see a glimpse of my cleavage. As I picked up the book, I quickly glanced between my legs at the person behind me, who was also looking at my long, beautiful legs.

I put my books down, turned around, and left the bookstore. As I turned, I saw several men staring at me, which made me even more excited. However, at that moment, I realized my skirt was too short. Because I had squatted down, the skirt had been pulled up, and now, because the fabric was so form-fitting, it didn't drape down naturally. Now, the skirt was practically just covering my hips.

Although I like wearing miniskirts, and although I sometimes like to show some skin, I was still uneasy about a skirt this short. It felt too revealing. But with so many eyes on me, I couldn't help but subtly pull down my skirt, so I just went with the flow.

Shortly after I left the bookstore, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around in surprise, and there stood the four boys from before. The man who had been on my shoulder lowered his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Ah-Xuan, and these are Ah-Fan, Ah-Jin, and Ah-Xiong. We'd like to be friends with you, is that alright?"

I never expected anyone to approach me like this, and I felt conflicted.

Ah-Xuan continued, "We don't mean any harm. To be honest, you're very beautiful, and we'd like to be friends with you."

After I went down to the lobby, the security guard greeted me, and I smiled back. But I noticed his gaze was different than usual; he was staring intently at me. I didn't think much of it and turned to press the elevator button. The lobby walls were mostly made of gleaming steel sheets, and I examined my clothes in the reflection.

That's when I understood why the security guard's mind had been acting strangely! It turned out that when Afan was rubbing my breasts, he had pulled up my bra. The bra was caught under my breasts, so my left breast wasn't covered by the bra, and the nipple was clearly visible under the thin clothing.

At this moment, the security guard walked up to me. I couldn't immediately straighten my clothes, so I pretended not to notice, but my cheeks became hot. The security guard also kept glancing at my breasts, trying to appear nonchalant, and started talking to me. "Miss Shi, why are you so late today?"

"I went out for dinner tonight and then strolled around the mall for a while, so I'm late."

"Oh, really? You live alone as a woman, you need to be careful. If any appliances or water pipes break, you can call me to fix them. I'd be happy to help you."

Because my building is a relatively upscale private residence, the security guards are all younger and stronger, and they know the residents of the building somewhat. I live alone and am quite attractive, so it's not surprising that the security guards pay extra attention to me. This security guard is called Ah Cheng, he's probably close to thirty years old, and he's been working here for over a year. He often chats with me, and it's obvious that he likes me.

"Ah, okay, I'll definitely ask for your help if I need it. Thank you in advance." With that, the elevator doors opened with a 'ding,' and I said goodbye before immediately going inside.

Back home, after taking off my shoes at the front door, I collapsed onto the ivory-white sofa, utterly exhausted. I closed my eyes, recalling the scene in the park, and tears finally streamed down my face. My silent sobs quickly turned into soft whimpers. I cried for the humiliation I had just experienced, and I cried for my fate—why did something so painful always happen to me every so often?

After crying for about ten minutes, I was exhausted, so I took a shower to rest. While showering, I thoroughly cleansed my body with shower gel. Afterward, I looked at my naked body in the large mirror on the sink.

The woman in the mirror had snow-white, smooth skin, so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch. Her proud, high F-cup breasts seemed unaffected by gravity, standing erect and proud. Her perfectly rounded breasts didn't need any magical bra to create a cleavage that was already quite alluring. Of course, if she wore a beautifully designed bra, the cleavage would appear even more "unfathomable."

At the peak of her snow-white breasts were tiny, pale pink nipples, as small as red beans, with perfectly proportioned areolas that made them even more endearing. Her slender waist was so thin it could be encircled by a single hand. Having inherited foreign features, her inward curve abruptly transitioned to a firm, rounded bottom. Her pubic hair, as black as her headdress, lay flat and of moderate thickness, and even her pink labia were free of unwanted hair.

Her delicate, elegant face was exquisitely sculpted, with a hint of Michelle Reis's charm, but her oval face was even more striking. Even Michelle Reis couldn't match my graceful figure. Such a beauty, yet her youth was wasted on work. Who could understand that even a powerful administrative director had a vulnerable side?

I also longed for romance, but many men were slick and oily-faced, their minds seemingly underdeveloped. When I stared at them, their expressions turned into those of an idiot. How could I tolerate these low-intelligence creatures? Most outstanding men are already married and settled, and for someone as precocious as me, finding a suitable husband is incredibly difficult.

I sighed softly, put on a comfortable, sexy nightgown, and drifted off to sleep on the bed. In my dream, a mature, handsome man appeared, embracing me and dancing gracefully…

Because I am an administrative director, I have my own room to work in. Sometimes, when I'm extremely bored, I'll open MSN and chat with online friends. Occasionally, we'll discuss some rather daring topics, but we usually only touch on them briefly and don't talk about anything too vulgar. I can't accept myself acting like a complaining woman, so even when the topics are bold and explicit, I maintain a reserved attitude.

That afternoon, I opened MSN again, and someone messaged me as soon as I logged in. The chat window opened; the person's name was Paul, twenty-eight years old. He was one of my online friends with whom I occasionally chatted about daring topics. We'd known each other online for a year, and he'd invited me to meet up several times, but I'd always declined. He hadn't seen my photo either, because I thought the world wasn't that big, and if we ever met, I wouldn't know whether to play the role of a friend or a stranger.

In the break room, disaster struck! Why did I take off my coat?! Now I'm in huge trouble! Luckily, he doesn't know I'm Liu Wei; at least I can know his plans or actions in advance as Liu Wei. But it seems I'll have to find a new job; with him around, it's hard to concentrate on work. Or maybe I should find an opportunity to quit.

"Anyway, I don't approve of you messing around. She's perfectly fine and hasn't bothered you, so don't mess with her. Besides, we work at the same company, so don't get involved in anything romantic. I'm leaving now."

"Don't worry, just wait for my good news. Okay, goodbye."

"Oh, right, what have you been busy with? Dating around?"

"Yeah, I've been dating several girls I met online these past few days." "How did it go? Any success?"

"Sigh…they were all lying, describing themselves as angels, but they weren't. Luckily, one of them was passable enough to at least get a meal with."

"Hehe, were you full?" "Just filling my stomach. Ordinary girls won't fill you up. But I also want to meet you, to see if you really are as good-looking and have a great figure as you say."

"Don't think about me. Whether it's me or not doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm not planning to meet up with online friends."

"Why? Are you really so ugly that you look and look like Pigsy from Journey to the West? Otherwise, why are you so resistant to meeting online friends? You enjoy meeting them and chatting with them so much."

"Chatting with online friends is just a way to kill time." "You have so much time to kill? Don't you need to date? You're only twenty-two. If I remember correctly, you're not ugly. How could you be so free?"

I didn't know how to deal with Richard's relentless pursuit. Although it was easy to say "Yes, I'm ugly," I was unwilling to admit that I was ordinary. Richard and Paul met around the same time, so we've had an online friendship for over a year. Richard is one of the three netizens I can talk to about bold topics. The third is Sam, whom I also met around the same time; I'll write about him later.

I don't have the courage to find any more netizens with bolder language; three is enough. I'm afraid that if I admit I'm not good at it, Richard will stop chatting with me. Considering that he lives in Tainan and often travels for work, while I live in Taipei, we probably won't have a chance to meet in person. So, I decided to have a video chat and have an online date with him.

"If you don't believe me, then I'll temporarily abandon my rules and turn on the video system so we can chat while looking at each other. But if you're not as handsome as you say, then let's not turn on the video. I don't want my fantasy about you to be ruined."

"Fine! Who's afraid of who!" "Ha, then you turn it on first. I need to get dressed. I'm wearing a sexy nightgown."

"Oh... Xiaowei, you don't need to change. Can't I just see how sexy you are?"

"No! If you see me, how can I face anyone? This isn't a game of lust." As I said this, I started thinking about what to wear.

Right now, I'm wearing a white spaghetti strap nightgown. The dress just barely covers my buttocks. With the slightest bend in my waist, you can see my snow-white, round buttocks because I'm wearing white lace thongs. The white, sheer nightgown offered little concealment; my body beneath was clearly visible. Pink nipples, firm, high breasts, and dark pubic hair were faintly visible.

I put on a white, sheer robe of the same material, tying the belt around my waist. Looking in the mirror, I saw that while the robe, about the same length as the nightgown, didn't completely cover my body (since the nightgown and robe were a set), at least my body was now partially revealed. My pink nipples were still clearly visible, but a hazy glimpse was far more alluring than a complete display. And my pubic hair was almost completely hidden.

I even found a mask I used to wear to a masquerade ball. It wasn't really a mask, just an eye patch; it didn't cover half my face, only the area around my eyes. The outer edges were designed in a flame shape,

and the eye patch was adorned with tiny reddish-orange crystals, sparkling and beautiful. Once ready, I turned on the video system. Although it wasn't some kind of erotic game, I was still nervous and excited. My computer screen was a 21-inch monitor with excellent performance, and he looked even better than I had imagined. Thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose bridge—a very charming man in his thirties.

The moment I started the video call, his expression changed instantly, a look of surprise on his face. We both turned on our microphones. He took a deep breath before speaking: "My God! You're Liu Wei?"

"Yes, I'm Liu Wei. How am I? Am I ugly?"

"Wow, the person I've been chatting with is a real beauty, a super stunning beauty!"

"Ha, how can you be so sure I'm a beauty with a blindfold on?"

"A blindfold can't hide your beauty. Just by looking at your features, I know you're definitely a beauty. But why wear a blindfold?"

"I don't want my online life to interfere with my real life. You're a virtual person; we only meet online. Real life is out of the question, so I can't let you see my real face."

"Do you have to be so clear-cut? Can't people you meet online be real friends?"

"I'm afraid not. We'd talk about very daring topics, but I don't talk about these things with my real friends. I'm a very serious person, so we could never be true friends."

"Oh...that's a pity...then, could you stand up and spin around? How would I know if your lower body is so fat it takes up the whole double sofa?"

"Hahaha...you just want your eyes to feast on ice cream. Don't blame me for seeing through your scheme." As I said this, I stood up and slowly spun around, afraid that if I spun too fast, my skirt would flutter and I'd expose myself.

"Oh my god! You've made me masturbate tonight!"

"Who told you to insist on seeing me? If I take off my robe now, you'll probably go ballistic right away! Hahaha..."

"You little vixen, how dare you laugh at me? Do you think I'm so pathetic that I'd go ballistic just looking at a woman? Don't forget I'm a seasoned player, I've slept with plenty of girls."

"Exactly! How can I be friends with someone like you? I don't want to be devoured by you, hehehe..."

"Your choice is smart, but why do you want to chat with someone like me?"

"Everyone has their moments of frustration. Letting loose with your words is a way to vent your emotions. You can't keep suppressing them all the time; I don't want to become mentally ill."

"You're right... Oh... Your figure is really amazing! I can see the color of your nipples, they're so delicate!"

Although I knew he would see it, his directness still made me blush, and I scolded him playfully, "Hey! You're being too direct!"

"Ha, Xiao Wei can blush too! You look really charming, sigh... It's a pity, a pity, a pity we can only meet online. I really want to hug you once, to feel your huge breasts pressing against my chest."

"Hehe, you can fantasize about it when you're masturbating later! You've hugged so many women, a little fantasy is all it takes, why regret it, hahaha."

"No, no, quickly take off your robe so I can see more clearly!"

"How can I? I can see clearly now, can't I?"

"You said it was almost the same, so why did you take it all off? I can see everything anyway! You've already turned on the camera, so don't you care if I can see it clearly, right? Come on, Xiao Wei... e on!"

"Okay, okay, just this once, I won't do it again." With that, I stood up and gently took off my robe, revealing my shapely body almost naked in Richard's eyes.

Seeing Richard's wide-open eyes and his chest heaving, I felt a strange excitement, my breathing became slightly rapid, and my vagina felt a little itchy and warm. It seemed that my juices had seeped out without me realizing it. I never thought that seeing my body would excite me.

"Oh! Take it all off, take it all off, please? Please, my God! Ah!" Richard said, and I saw his body trembling.

"What are you doing?" I roughly guessed, but I couldn't help asking him anyway.

"I'm masturbating! Didn't you see? Take it all off, okay? Please!"

It was the first time I'd seen a man do something like this. Although his lower body was out of view and hidden by his table, I knew he was masturbating. Just seeing my half-naked body made me even more excited and more confident in my own body.

Seeing his expression, a mixture of pain and pleasure, I listened to him and slowly removed my remaining nightgown. The nightgown slipped to the floor, which I picked up and placed aside. Being completely naked made me feel awkward, yet this awkwardness was mixed with an even greater excitement; my vagina felt even itchier.

"Oh! Beautiful! Turn around, slowly turn in a circle." I did as he said, slowly turning in a circle.

"Turn your back to me, bend over." "Uh…this isn't quite right…" I felt this position was too indecent.

"Don't say anything, listen to me, please, my dear Xiaowei!" Seeing his tense face, I had no choice but to obey. At this moment, I shyly bent over, my legs slightly apart, looking at the computer screen between my legs. His trembling became even more rapid.

"Come closer, a little closer, get as close to the camera as possible." I slowly moved back, guessing that his screen was already showing a close-up of my buttocks, and he must have clearly seen my vulva under my panties, maybe... he even saw the honey-like fluid that was seeping out unconsciously... Thinking of this, I felt some more fluid seeping out.

"Oh! Show me your big tits again, bring your big tits closer to the camera, quick!" I stood up, bent over, and moved my chest in front of the camera.

"Please, touch your tits with your hands." "Oh! No, it's so embarrassing, this has already far exceeded my bottom line!" I objected, isn't this just a game of lust? Although the game had already started.

"Please, I'm almost there, please, Xiaowei!" Sigh... Looking at his expression and hearing him say that, I couldn't refuse, so I had to listen to him again. I raised my hands and caressed my breasts, kneading and rubbing them.

"Please sit in the chair, a little further away from the camera, so I can see your whole body. Spread your legs and put them on the table, and continue kneading your breasts. Please, don't refuse me, I really am coming!"

How could I do this in such an embarrassing position! But, somehow, I comforted myself that it was only once, so I did as he said. When he saw me like this, his body trembled even more violently. Finally, he groaned loudly a few times, and the trembling stopped.

After I saw that he was finished, I immediately turned off the video system and went into the bathroom to wash up and change into new underwear, because I knew my underwear was all wet. After I finished everything, there was a message from him in the chat window.

"Why did you turn off the video so quickly? Did I upset you? I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I was just changing clothes." "Hmm, you're not angry?"

"No, but just this once, don't ask for another video call."

"Okay, I just saw your underwear was wet too, were you excited?"

"A little bit..." "Oh, your body is really beautiful, even the color of your vulva is so delicate!"

"You...you really saw everything?" "I could see everything at first, but as the wetness spread, I could see it even more clearly."

"Oh! You saw everything, sigh...I really shouldn't have turned on the video!"

"Don't be like that, I still don't know you, I still don't know who you are, don't mind."

We chatted for a while longer before we went offline. I lay down on the bed, recalling what had just happened. I couldn't believe I had done something so audacious, but it also eased the anxiety of the past two days.

My name is Ya-yan, I'm twenty-two years old, and I started working at eighteen. With my hard work and perseverance, I'm now an administrative director at a listed company. I started living alone at nineteen. Because my parents disliked me for being a daughter, I lived with my grandparents. They both passed away when I was nineteen, so I left my old home, rented a new place, and started my own life.

The company's closing time is 5 pm, but I didn't leave until 6 pm that day. I need to take the company shuttle bus home, which only takes ten minutes, though it can take a few minutes longer during rush hour.

Since many office workers finish work around this time, there are quite a few people waiting for the bus. The bus arrived quickly, and I squeezed into the carriage with the crowd. The carriage was packed. My right hand was holding my briefcase, and my left hand tried to find a handrail, but I had no choice; I was already pushed into the crowd.

Suddenly, the crowd behind me shoved me hard, and I lost my balance and bumped into the person in front of me. The person was about my height. I managed to move my head to avoid my face hitting theirs, but my body was immobilized, and I was pressed against their chest.

At this point, the bus started moving, and the crowd calmed down. Because it was so crowded, I could only remain in my original position, awkwardly pressed against that person's chest. Because my head was right next to the man's, almost touching his face, I didn't move it, afraid my face would bump into his. But in that brief glance, it was a man around thirty years old.

I didn't dare move either, pressed tightly against his chest, afraid he'd misunderstand and think I was rubbing against him. Even though I wasn't moving, I was still breathing, my chest rising and falling naturally. Gradually, I felt something hard pressing against my lower body; even the dumbest person would know what that meant.

I felt even more embarrassed, yet helpless. To make matters worse, he was moving slightly. I bit my lip in anger, enduring his rude behavior. But then, someone touched my buttocks. I felt those hands belong to the man in front of me. I finally turned my head away and glared at him fiercely.

Not only was he unfazed, but he also smiled at me and suddenly gave me a light peck on the lips. I immediately turned my head away, refusing to look at his face. I felt utterly humiliated. Apart from my first boyfriend, I had never been kissed by another man. To be kissed by such a despicable man was infuriating!

But before my anger subsided, those hands on my buttocks became even more inappropriate, tracing my contours and slowly pulling up my skirt inch by inch with their fingers. The form-fitting skirt, which was just an inch away from my knees, was stretched into a mini-skirt that barely covered my buttocks. Those vile hands continued to caress my thighs, and I began to feel nauseous and frightened.

The hands quickly slid to my private parts. I usually wear thongs because most suit skirts are form-fitting, and I don't want my underwear showing through the fabric—it's too indecent. Unexpectedly, this time it benefited the man. After rubbing my buttocks for a while, his hand moved to the front, caressing my vulva through my underwear.

Being touched there by someone else, I couldn't help but shift my body slightly, which aroused him. He let out a soft moan in my ear, then pressed his lips to my ear and breathed on it.

"Oh my God!" I couldn't help but exclaim inwardly. My ears are my most sensitive spot; even a gentle touch or a breath from them makes my whole body go weak and powerless, and I'm easily aroused. This time, he'd messed up, how awful! I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moan that almost escaped my lips.

But my body leaned even more weakly against his chest, and his fingers pried open my panties, pressing them against the outside of my labia, his fingers wantonly kneading my private parts. To my dismay, his mouth didn't stop, breathing hot air into my ear, my chin resting limply on his shoulder.

He seemed to notice my change, continuing to breathe into my ear, and my private parts, disobeying my embarrassment, continued to secrete fluids. The man's fingers smeared my clitoris with a honey-like fluid, applying it like oil to my vulva before sliding between my tightly closed labia and kneading my clitoris.

Was it the tickling of my ears, or because I hadn't been touched by a man in so long? Or did I truly possess a wanton nature? How could I produce clitoris when being molested? The moment my clitoris was being kneaded, a long-lost feeling of excitement surged within me. I hated this feeling, and I hated the urge to moan.

My clitoris continued to flow, burning hot from the rubbing. Then, a strange sensation shot from my clitoris to my head, a tingling sensation assaulting my consciousness. I could barely hold on; I wanted to moan out loud! But as the bus pulled into the station—the very station where I was supposed to get off—

a tingling sensation spread like waves. My lower abdomen involuntarily contracted, and my legs became weak and powerless, as if I were about to collapse. This feeling left me utterly helpless and bewildered. Just as I was about to groan, the crowd in the carriage began to move, and the hand stopped.

It was time for me to get off. I composed myself and followed the crowd off the bus. After getting off, I looked back at the carriage, and the man was still smiling at me, his gaze seemingly lingering. I immediately turned my face away, and only after the bus had driven away did I start to go home.

I regained my senses and realized my lower body was in disarray. My skirt still barely covered my round, upturned buttocks, and my underwear was still digging into my labia. My vulva felt cool, but there were many pedestrians around. How could I pull down my skirt in front of everyone? It would be too shameful!

So, I could only carefully and cautiously walk home, step by step. On my way home, many people cast strange glances at me, especially men, who openly stared at my legs. Of course, my shapely, long, and fair legs were completely exposed under my skirt. Some men who came towards me looked at my beautiful legs, then looked up at my beautiful face, and almost forgot to walk.

My mind was in complete turmoil. My underwear wasn't on properly, and the skirt was so short, it was chilly down there—how could I not be scared? But the strange feeling I'd had on the bus earlier only confused me more. I'd never experienced anything like it before, so why did I feel this way? And it was such a wonderful feeling…

The fabric was stretchy and clingy, accentuating my slender waist and highlighting the curves of my breasts. My pale purple bra was faintly visible, a visual feast. I wore a white denim mini-skirt, ending just above my thighs, paired with white flat sneakers. At that moment, I exuded youthful energy.

Wearing a suit, I usually look around twenty-five. My serious, aloof demeanor at work further accentuates my maturity. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can't help but lament my lost youth. My childhood was robbed by my parents' neglect; while others joyfully enjoy the years of romance, I'm struggling to make ends meet. A small portion of my youth has already slipped away.

I quickly pulled my long hair into a high ponytail, then stopped looking in the mirror, stopped wallowing in self-pity, and grabbed my small handbag before heading out. Walking down the street, I attracted even more greedy glances. When I saw some girls giving me disgusted looks, it made me even prouder—even girls were jealous of my good looks.

I entered a shopping mall and chose a restaurant for dinner. After the receptionist at the door spoke into the intercom, a waiter led me into the restaurant. I saw his name tag; his name was Lu Wenting.

Because I was alone, I was assigned to a small table near the corner of the restaurant. After I sat down, I picked up the menu to look at it closely. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the waiter hadn't left; he was still standing there. I deliberately asked about the details of the dishes, and he bent down to explain them to me one by one. I noticed that he was staring at my chest, but thankfully his explanations were still clear.

While I was eating, I suddenly noticed the people at the table opposite me giving me a look. Sitting across from me were four boys, probably in their early twenties. Two had their backs to me, and two were facing me. The two facing me kept staring at me, while the ones with their backs to me occasionally glanced at me.

There were no tablecloths on the table, and my miniskirt was very form-fitting. When I sat down, the skirt not only pulled up even shorter, but a glimpse of my underwear was also visible between my legs. I didn't put my handbag on my lap, and I guessed they were definitely peeking at what I was wearing.

However, the lighting in the dining room was dim, so it felt like I was going to be exposed, but that wasn't the case. They could only see the dark glimpse of my underwear, but not what was underneath. I pretended not to notice their peeping and continued to eat leisurely, occasionally leaning forward to let them see the bright glimpse of my chest.

After finishing my meal, I paid the bill and left. As I called the waiter for the bill, the men at the table opposite me also paid. I didn't think much of it and left the restaurant.

I planned to stroll around the mall, so I walked to a shop window and stopped to look at the displayed merchandise, appearing quite engrossed. But I knew someone was watching me. I pretended to carefully examine the items in the window, sometimes bending over, sometimes squatting down to look closely.

I didn't know if the person behind me would see my underwear when I bent over, but that unexplained feeling made me both nervous and excited. When I squatted down, my skirt shortened, revealing my entire thigh. Reflected in the kitchen window, I could vaguely see several people standing behind me.

I stood up, turned around naturally, and pretended to be thinking about where to go. It turned out that the four boys standing behind me were the same ones from the table opposite me. There were also several other people nearby looking in my direction. It seemed my plan had successfully attracted a lot of attention again.

I went into a bookstore and walked to a shelf displaying novels. I squatted down, pretending to look for a book. My squatting position was near the aisle, meaning that if someone was standing opposite me, they would definitely be able to see what was under my skirt.

To my left was the pedestrian walkway, and my left half was outside the bookshelf, my left leg bent at the knee, and my right knee touching the floor, giving the impression that I had unintentionally exposed myself. I kept flipping through the books, my eyes darting around. When someone stood in front of me, I stopped, then moved on.

I peeked over and saw it was the same four boys from before. They all walked to the opposite side of me and squatted down, pretending to look for books. The two men diagonally opposite me also noticed my exposed skin and squatted down to peek as well.

Occasionally, I rested my chin on my hand, feigning deep thought, then flipped through the book in front of me again, gradually spreading my legs wider so they could see more clearly. My face began to burn, my heart raced—it was so exciting! But outwardly, I remained focused on finding the book.

Besides slightly opening my legs, I also turned my body slightly towards the aisle. The thought of them seeing my pubic hair through my light purple sheer panties made me even more excited. However, it was almost time; squatting for too long would arouse suspicion.

As I stood up, I pretended to accidentally drop the book I was holding and bent down to pick it up. The person in front of me could see a glimpse of my cleavage. As I picked up the book, I quickly glanced between my legs at the person behind me, who was also looking at my long, beautiful legs.

I put the book down, turned around, and left the bookstore. When I turned around, I saw several men staring at me, which made me even more excited. However, at that moment, I realized that my skirt was too short. Because I had squatted, the skirt had been pulled up, and now that I stood up, the fabric, being so close to my body, didn't drape down naturally. Now, the skirt was practically just covering my buttocks.

Although I like wearing miniskirts, and although I sometimes like to show some skin, I still felt uneasy about a skirt this short; it felt too revealing. But with so many eyes on me, I couldn't just casually pull down my skirt, so I just went with the flow.

Shortly after I left the bookstore, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around in surprise, and there stood the four boys from before. The one who had been on my shoulder lowered his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Ah-Xuan, and these are Ah-Fan, Ah-Jin, and Ah-Xiong. We'd like to make friends with you, is that alright?"

I never expected anyone to approach me like this, and I felt conflicted.

Ah Xuan said again, "We don't mean any harm. To be honest, you're very beautiful, and we'd like to be your friend."

After I went down to the lobby, the security guard greeted me. I smiled back, but I noticed his gaze was different from usual; he was staring intently at me. I didn't think much of it and turned around to press the elevator button. The lobby walls were mostly designed with gleaming steel sheets, and I examined my clothes in the reflection.

At that moment, I understood why the security guard's consciousness had been so strange! It turned out that when Ah Fan was rubbing my breasts, he had opened my bra. The bra was caught under my breasts, so my left breast wasn't covered by the bra, and the nipple was clearly visible under the thin clothing.

Just then, the security guard walked up to me. I couldn't immediately straighten my clothes, so I pretended not to notice, but my cheeks felt hot. The guard kept glancing at my chest, trying to appear nonchalant, and started talking to me. "Ms. Shi, why are you so late today?"

"I went out for dinner tonight, and then strolled around the mall for a while, so I'm late."

"Oh, really? You live alone as a woman, you need to be careful. If any appliances or water pipes break down at home, you can call me to fix them. I'd be happy to help you."

Because my building is a relatively upscale private residence, the security guards are all younger and stronger, and they know the residents of the building somewhat. I'm a woman living alone, and I'm quite attractive, so it's not surprising that the security guards pay extra attention to me. The security guard, named Cheng, was probably close to thirty. He'd been working there for over a year and often chatted with me; it was obvious he liked me.

"Ah, okay, I'll definitely ask for your help if I need it. Thank you in advance." With that, the elevator doors opened with a 'ding,' and I said goodbye before immediately going inside.

Back home, after taking off my shoes at the front door, I collapsed onto the ivory-white sofa, exhausted. I closed my eyes, recalling the scene in the park, and tears finally streamed down my face. My silent sobs quickly turned into soft whimpers. I cried for the humiliation, and I cried for my fate—why did something so painful always happen to me every so often?

After crying for more than ten minutes, I was exhausted and took a shower to rest. While showering, I thoroughly cleansed my body with shower gel. After showering, I looked at my naked body in front of the large mirror on the sink.

The skin in the mirror was snow-white and smooth, as if it could be broken with a touch. My proud, high F-cup breasts were not affected by gravity and still stood upright. My round breasts didn't need any magical bra to create a cleavage. Of course, if I wore a beautifully designed bra, the cleavage would seem even more "unfathomable."

At the top of my snow-white breasts were tiny, pale pink nipples, as small as red beans, with perfectly proportioned areolas that made them even more pitiful. Her slender waist was so thin it could be encircled by a single hand. Having inherited foreign features, her inward curve abruptly transitioned to a firm, rounded bottom. Her pubic hair, as black as her headdress, lay flat and of moderate thickness, and even her pink labia were free of unwanted hair.

Her delicate, elegant face was exquisitely sculpted, with a hint of Michelle Reis's charm, but her oval face was even more striking. Even Michelle Reis couldn't match my graceful figure. Such a beauty, yet her youth was wasted on work. Who could understand that even a powerful administrative director had a vulnerable side?

I also longed for romance, but many men were slick and oily-faced, their minds seemingly underdeveloped. When I stared at them, their expressions turned into those of an idiot. How could I tolerate these low-intelligence creatures? Most outstanding men are already married and settled, and for someone as precocious as me, finding a suitable husband is incredibly difficult.

I sighed softly, put on a comfortable, sexy nightgown, and drifted off to sleep on the bed. In my dream, a mature, handsome man appeared, embracing me and dancing gracefully…

Because I am an administrative director, I have my own room to work in. Sometimes, when I'm extremely bored, I'll open MSN and chat with online friends. Occasionally, we'll discuss some rather daring topics, but we usually only touch on them briefly and don't talk about anything too vulgar. I can't accept myself acting like a complaining woman, so even when the topics are bold and explicit, I maintain a reserved attitude.

That afternoon, I opened MSN again, and someone messaged me as soon as I logged in. The chat window opened; the person's name was Paul, twenty-eight years old. He was one of my online friends with whom I occasionally chatted about daring topics. We'd known each other online for a year, and he'd invited me to meet up several times, but I'd always declined. He hadn't seen my photo either, because I thought the world wasn't that big, and if we ever met, I wouldn't know whether to play the role of a friend or a stranger.

In the break room, disaster struck! Why did I take off my coat?! Now I'm in huge trouble! Luckily, he doesn't know I'm Liu Wei; at least I can know his plans or actions in advance as Liu Wei. But it seems I'll have to find a new job; with him around, it's hard to concentrate on work. Or maybe I should find an opportunity to quit.

"Anyway, I don't approve of you messing around. She's perfectly fine and hasn't bothered you, so don't mess with her. Besides, we work at the same company, so don't get involved in anything romantic. I'm leaving now."

"Don't worry, just wait for my good news. Okay, goodbye."

"Oh, right, what have you been busy with? Dating around?"

"Yeah, I've been dating several girls I met online these past few days." "How did it go? Any success?"

"Sigh…they were all lying, describing themselves as angels, but they weren't. Luckily, one of them was passable enough to at least get a meal with."

"Hehe, were you full?" "Just filling my stomach. Ordinary girls won't fill you up. But I also want to meet you, to see if you really are as good-looking and have a great figure as you say."

"Don't think about me. Whether it's me or not doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm not planning to meet up with online friends."

"Why? Are you really so ugly that you look and look like Pigsy from Journey to the West? Otherwise, why are you so resistant to meeting online friends? You enjoy meeting them and chatting with them so much."

"Chatting with online friends is just a way to kill time." "You have so much time to kill? Don't you need to date? You're only twenty-two. If I remember correctly, you're not ugly. How could you be so free?"

I didn't know how to deal with Richard's relentless pursuit. Although it was easy to say "Yes, I'm ugly," I was unwilling to admit that I was ordinary. Richard and Paul met around the same time, so we've had an online friendship for over a year. Richard is one of the three netizens I can talk to about bold topics. The third is Sam, whom I also met around the same time; I'll write about him later.

I don't have the courage to find any more netizens with bolder language; three is enough. I'm afraid that if I admit I'm not good at it, Richard will stop chatting with me. Considering that he lives in Tainan and often travels for work, while I live in Taipei, we probably won't have a chance to meet in person. So, I decided to have a video chat and have an online date with him.

"If you don't believe me, then I'll temporarily abandon my rules and turn on the video system so we can chat while looking at each other. But if you're not as handsome as you say, then let's not turn on the video. I don't want my fantasy about you to be ruined."

"Fine! Who's afraid of who!" "Haha, then you turn it on first. I need to get dressed. I'm wearing a sexy nightgown."

"Oh... Xiaowei, you don't need to change. Can't I just see how sexy you are?"

"No! If you see me, how can I face anyone? This isn't a game of lust." As I said this, I started thinking about what to wear.

I'm currently wearing a white spaghetti strap nightgown that barely covers my buttocks. Even a slight bend in my waist reveals my round, white buttocks, because I'm wearing a white lace thong. The sheer white nightgown offers little concealment; my body beneath is clearly visible. Pink nipples, firm, high breasts, and glimpses of dark pubic hair are also visible.

I put on a white, sheer robe of the same material, fastened the belt at my waist, and looked in the mirror. The robe, about the same length as my nightgown, didn't completely cover my body, since the nightgown and robe were a set. But at least my torso was now partially visible, and my pink nipples were still clearly visible. But seeing them vaguely was much more alluring than seeing them clearly. And my pubic hair was almost invisible.

I also found a mask I used to wear to a masquerade ball. It was called a mask, but it was really just an eye patch. It didn't cover half of my face; it just covered the area around my eyes. The outer edges were designed in a flame shape, and the eye patch was covered with tiny reddish-orange crystals, sparkling and beautiful.

Once I was ready, I turned on the video system. Although it wasn't some kind of erotic game, I was still nervous and excited. My computer screen was a 21-inch monitor with excellent performance, and he looked even better than I had imagined. Thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose bridge—he was a very charming man in his thirties.

As soon as I started the video call, his expression changed instantly, looking completely surprised. We both turned on our microphones. He took a deep breath before speaking: "My God! You're Liu Wei?"

"Yes, I'm Liu Wei. How am I? Am I ugly?"

"Wow, the person I've been chatting with is a real beauty, a super stunning beauty!"

"Ha, how can you be so sure I'm a beauty with a blindfold on?"

"A blindfold can't hide your beauty. Just by looking at your features, I know you're definitely a beauty. But why wear a blindfold?"

"I don't want my online life to interfere with my real life. You're a virtual person; we only meet online. Real life is out of the question, so I can't let you see my real face."

"Do you have to be so clear-cut? Can't people you meet online be real friends?"

"I'm afraid not. We'd talk about very daring topics, but I don't talk about these things with my real friends. I'm a very serious person, so we could never be true friends."

"Oh...that's a pity...then, could you stand up and spin around? How would I know if your lower body is so fat it takes up the whole double sofa?"

"Hahaha...you just want your eyes to feast on ice cream. Don't blame me for seeing through your scheme." As I said this, I stood up and slowly spun around, afraid that if I spun too fast, my skirt would flutter and I'd expose myself.

"Oh my god! You've made me masturbate tonight!"

"Who told you to insist on seeing me? If I take off my robe now, you'll probably go ballistic right away! Hahaha..."

"You little vixen, how dare you laugh at me? Do you think I'm so pathetic that I'd go ballistic just looking at a woman? Don't forget I'm a seasoned player, I've slept with plenty of girls."

"Exactly! How can I be friends with someone like you? I don't want to be devoured by you, hehehe..."

"Your choice is smart, but why do you want to chat with someone like me?"

"Everyone has their moments of frustration. Letting loose with your words is a way to vent your emotions. You can't keep suppressing them all the time; I don't want to become mentally ill."

"You're right... Oh... Your figure is really amazing! I can see the color of your nipples, they're so delicate!"

Although I knew he would see it, his directness still made me blush, and I scolded him playfully, "Hey! You're being too direct!"

"Ha, Xiao Wei can blush too! You look really charming, sigh... It's a pity, a pity, a pity we can only meet online. I really want to hug you once, to feel your huge breasts pressing against my chest."

"Hehe, you can fantasize about it when you're masturbating later! You've hugged so many women, a little fantasy is all it takes, why regret it, hahaha."

"No, no, quickly take off your robe so I can see more clearly!"

"How can I? I can see clearly now, can't I?"

"You said it was almost the same, so why did you take it all off? I can see everything anyway! You've already turned on the camera, so don't you care if I can see it clearly, right? Come on, Xiao Wei... e on!"

"Okay, okay, just this once, I won't do it again." With that, I stood up and gently took off my robe, revealing my shapely body almost naked in Richard's eyes.

Seeing Richard's wide-open eyes and his chest heaving, I felt a strange excitement, my breathing became slightly rapid, and my vagina felt a little itchy and warm. It seemed that my juices had seeped out without me realizing it. I never thought that seeing my body would excite me.

"Oh! Take it all off, take it all off, please? Please, my God! Ah!" Richard said, and I saw his body trembling.

"What are you doing?" I roughly guessed, but I couldn't help asking him anyway.

"I'm masturbating! Didn't you see? Take it all off, okay? Please!"

It was the first time I'd seen a man do something like this. Although his lower body was out of view and hidden by his table, I knew he was masturbating. Just seeing my half-naked body made me even more excited and more confident in my own body.

Seeing his expression, a mixture of pain and pleasure, I listened to him and slowly removed my remaining nightgown. The nightgown slipped to the floor, which I picked up and placed aside. Being completely naked made me feel awkward, yet this awkwardness was mixed with an even greater excitement; my vagina felt even itchier.

"Oh! Beautiful! Turn around, slowly turn in a circle." I did as he said, slowly turning in a circle.

"Turn your back to me, bend over." "Uh…this isn't quite right…" I felt this position was too indecent.

"Don't say anything, listen to me, please, my dear Xiaowei!" Seeing his tense face, I had no choice but to obey. At this moment, I shyly bent over, my legs slightly apart, looking at the computer screen between my legs. His trembling became even more rapid.

"Come closer, a little closer, get as close to the camera as possible." I slowly moved back, guessing that his screen was already showing a close-up of my buttocks, and he must have clearly seen my vulva under my panties, maybe... he even saw the honey-like fluid that was seeping out unconsciously... Thinking of this, I felt some more fluid seeping out.

"Oh! Show me your big tits again, bring your big tits closer to the camera, quick!" I stood up, bent over, and moved my chest in front of the camera.

"Please, touch your tits with your hands." "Oh! No, it's so embarrassing, this has already far exceeded my bottom line!" I objected, isn't this just a game of lust? Although the game had already started.

"Please, I'm almost there, please, Xiaowei!" Sigh... Looking at his expression and hearing him say that, I couldn't refuse, so I had to listen to him again. I raised my hands and caressed my breasts, kneading and rubbing them.

"Please sit in the chair, a little further away from the camera, so I can see your whole body. Spread your legs and put them on the table, and continue kneading your breasts. Please, don't refuse me, I really am coming!"

How could I do this in such an embarrassing position! But, somehow, I comforted myself that it was only once, so I did as he said. When he saw me like this, his body trembled even more violently. Finally, he groaned loudly a few times, and the trembling stopped.

After I saw that he was finished, I immediately turned off the video system and went into the bathroom to wash up and change into new underwear, because I knew my underwear was all wet. After I finished everything, there was a message from him in the chat window.

"Why did you turn off the video so quickly? Did I upset you? I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I was just changing clothes." "Hmm, you're not angry?"

"No, but just this once, don't ask for another video call."

"Okay, I just saw your underwear was wet too, were you excited?"

"A little bit..." "Oh, your body is really beautiful, even the color of your vulva is so delicate!"

"You...you really saw everything?" "I could see everything at first, but as the wetness spread, I could see it even more clearly."

"Oh! You saw everything, sigh...I really shouldn't have turned on the video!"

"Don't be like that. I still don't know you, I still don't know who you are, don't mind me."

We chatted for a while longer before we went offline. I lay down on the bed and recalled what had just happened. I couldn't believe I had done something so audacious. But it was precisely because of this that my anxiety from the past two days had subsided.

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