My colleagues and I

I met her through a friend. My friend told me to call her "Big Sister." She worked at a transportation company, and her father

lived near the company, so he often came to visit. That's how we met. She was five years older than me

and had a daughter. At the time, I never imagined that we would fall into a whirlpool of feelings, that I would be constantly swayed by her

joys and sorrows, and that loving her would be so painful and anxious. Soon after, H was transferred to the company, so we

spent even more time together. At work, she was always very helpful in solving the problems I encountered,

always showing the grace of a big sister. I admired her very much and was very grateful.

That year, I had no improper thoughts about her and always treated her as a big sister. In my

third year at the company, a colleague left, and the work that used to be shared by three people fell to the two of us. Naturally,

we had even more contact. Sometimes in the evenings, when she was free, she would come to the office to chat with me.

The conversations became casual and natural, and I always treated her as a big sister.

Until one day, that feeling faded, and I realized I had fallen in love with this woman who was five years older than me. It

happened during a vacation when she went sightseeing and tripped, bruising her thigh. When she returned, she told

us, and in her office, she lifted her skirt to show me her injury. When I saw that bruise

, my heart ached. I felt that a woman showing a man what should be a private area

meant their relationship was about to progress.

"Sister, does it hurt?"

"It hurt a lot at the time, but not so much now. It's just that the bruise looks bad. Is there any medicine that can remove

it?"

"I think I saw it in an advertisement. I'll go to the pharmacy and see if they have it. If they do, I'll buy it for you."

So, I went to several pharmacies and easily found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao spray.

From that day on, my heart began to feel a pang of longing, and I often thought of her when I was alone. Especially

at night, that longing grew stronger. Finally, one night, I called her.

"Sister, is that you? Hello!"

"Is there something you need?"

"Nothing much, I just haven't seen you in a while, I miss you a bit." I said half-jokingly, but it also revealed

my true feelings.

"Oh! You're quite the charmer!" Then we chatted about this and that, and I had already passed the information

to her.

A few days later, still in the office, I finished the documents and handed them to her. Just as she was about to leave, I

called out to her.

"Sister!"

"Is there something you need?" I hugged her tightly, and she obediently sat down with me on the sofa, leaning against my chest,

her head on my shoulder.

"Sister, I'll wait for you to come back! Be careful on the road," I whispered in her ear. "Okay!" I could feel

her slightly heavy breathing. Because I had to get things done, I let go of her.

After shipping the goods, we returned to the office. I took out the spray, had her sit in a chair, and applied the medicine to her.

She pulled up her skirt, revealing her injured thigh. I sprayed the spray evenly on the wound. She told me it

felt very comfortable when I first sprayed it, but afterwards, she didn't feel anything special. Our relationship gradually blossomed into intimacy.

One afternoon, we returned from shipping goods at the dock and were resting in the office. There was no one else there, just

the two of us. She lay down on the sofa, looking limp and alluring, which was incredibly tempting to me. I went over and

gently stroked her face

. She closed her eyes, so I began kissing her face, then slowly moved to her lips. I really loved her face without any makeup. As I kissed her passionately, she slowly became aroused

and began to kiss me back, which further heightened my excitement. I slipped my hand inside her bra, pushed it up,

and touched her breasts. They were small, soft, warm, and smooth. Superficially

, she didn't have many breasts, but they felt wonderful to the touch—soft, with small, alluring nipples

. As my caresses deepened, she began to moan softly, her arms wrapped around me, and we began to

kiss passionately. Her waist began to twist, yearning for something. So I pressed her down beneath me, our

lower bodies pressed tightly together, undulating, kissing each other forcefully, as if trying to absorb the other into our bodies

. A passion I had never felt before surged within me, a desire to melt her into my being.

She let out pleasurable moans beneath me, sounds that intoxicated me, drove me mad, and gave me courage

and strength. My legs gently swayed between hers, which she readily parted.

I then rubbed my throbbing penis against her vulva through my pants. Because we were in an office, and

someone could come in at any moment, I dared not completely let loose. I could clearly feel her need for me. Lying beneath me

, she arched her back, her thighs bending and spreading apart, her skirt slipping down to her waist,

revealing her two long, slender, white legs with an alluring charm. I pressed my penis tightly against her vulva, increasing the pressure. My

kisses never stopped; I sealed her lips tightly, making it hard for her to breathe.

"You're going to suffocate me!" she said coquettishly, pulling away from my lips and panting.

I waited for her to catch her breath before sealing her lips again. My hands

moved back and forth between her breasts, her small nipples hardening and swelling. Our lower bodies continued to rub together vigorously. Even

through my pants, I could feel the warmth of her vulva, which was transmitting to me. This heat quickly spread

throughout my body, then transformed into a powerful surge of heat that rushed to my lower abdomen, then to my penis, about to

erupt . I quickly grabbed the foreskin of my penis, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me as the powerful heat burst forth. After a brief treatment, I

returned to her side; she was still lingering, lying limply on the sofa. I couldn't

be selfish; I went over and pulled her into my arms, kissing and caressing her. One hand moved back and forth on her leg,

gradually moving upwards, stopping at her vulva. Through her white panties, I rubbed her entire

vulva with my palm; her panties were already soaked with arousal fluid, and a few sparse pubic hairs peeked out from both sides, dark and shiny.

I slowly slipped my fingers inside her panties, immediately feeling her hot, moist vulva. Her pubic

hair was rather stiff, like her head hair, very elastic. I touched lower, finding her clitoris, and under my caresses…

Her clitoris was swollen and very noticeable. I used my index and middle fingers to probe down her clitoris, parting her moist labia majora to touch her soft, moist labia minora. I could feel her vaginal fluid still flowing

continuously from between her labia minora. I used my index finger to find the source of the fluid and gently, slowly, very carefully inserted it. I immediately felt her vagina contract sharply, tightly gripping my finger and pulling it away. Her hips began to sway, and my finger moved in and out of her vagina in rhythm with her movements. She began to moan softly again , a sound so intoxicating. Soon, my hand was covered in her fluid. I didn't dare to linger too long , afraid someone would come into the office, so I ended my caresses. At this moment, she lay limp on the sofa. I helped her straighten her clothes and laid her down on the sofa with her feet on the floor. Her expression showed some pain. She lay on the sofa for a while before slowly recovering. The next day, on the way back from the dock, our conversation had become quite intimate. "Sister, were you upset yesterday?" "Yes! At that point, if I didn't go in, my lower body would ache, and it would take a long time to recover." So women feel that way too. "Me too. When I get aroused, if I don't ejaculate, my testicles swell and ache, and it pulls all over my lower body. And it takes a whole month to recover." There was a red light ahead, and the car slowly stopped. A vendor selling pornographic VCDs approached and asked if we wanted some. I rolled up the window. "Most of these discs are fake; they won't play at all," she said. "These pornographic stories are almost all the same; they're not very interesting," I replied. "Who said that? Some pornographic films are actually quite good. But some pornographic films are disturbing to watch; they're not as enjoyable as watching a dry tape." "You've seen dry tapes?" "Of course I have! When I first got married, he brought me a videotape from abroad . Back then, there weren't many. Strictly speaking, it was an educational film, teaching how to have sex, what positions to use, all performed live. That month after our wedding was our honeymoon; we practically never got out of bed." "Sister, I didn't realize you still really enjoyed sex." "I do it less now, but I can't give it up completely. Books say that women age quickly if they don't have sex. They say that male semen contains a substance that can activate certain substances in a woman's body, delaying aging ." "I've also seen similar reports in newspapers, saying that after a woman absorbs a man's semen, it can also..."

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