Me and my colleague (reprinted)

I'm 30 years old this year, let's call her 0. I joined the company last June. On my first day, I was amazed by her voice. I really liked her voice. Looking around, I saw a petite figure sitting in the corner of the office, wearing glasses and a business suit (I usually like to watch some OL movies, you know what I mean). She was very focused on making calls to customers. I joined the sales department, which is for going out to do business. She was a telemarketing customer service representative, responsible for calling customers. We were partners.
Since the company wasn't big, just a few people, we saw each other all the time, and we got to know each other quickly. At first, there wasn't much communication, since clients were assigned by the manager, not directly through her. Being new and unfamiliar with many things, I often went to her under the guise of asking for advice. She had a pleasant, subtle fragrance; I liked her scent. She was from Guangdong and had attended a college in the province, never having left. She envied us who traveled everywhere for business, saying she'd never even ridden a train. I used this as an excuse to flirt with her, telling her she had a nice voice and was pretty, basically saying lots of compliments. She replied on WeChat, saying she wasn't actually pretty, etc. We continued this ambiguous relationship; I told her her voice was nice, and she replied with voice messages on WeChat, which made me restless.
The real breakthrough came when… Once, she contacted a client and wanted to visit them to check things out, so she asked me to help her. When I heard we were going on a business trip together, I immediately canceled my own client plans and went with her to meet this client. During the trip, I helped her look for and buy train tickets, reminded her to bring warm clothes and a water bottle, and we chatted a lot. She was very happy to be going on the business trip, saying she could finally leave the province. We arrived at the station smoothly and boarded the train. I won't go into details, but we both had sleeper berths, lower berths in the same carriage, just in different seats. I immediately switched places with her, and she was surprised, saying, "Why are you sitting opposite me?" I said, "It's not safe for a beautiful woman like you. I'll give you a sense of security; you can sleep soundly tonight." She giggled and said, "What beautiful woman? Don't talk nonsense." I said, "I won't say anything more. You can sleep soundly tonight; I'll be right across from you!" She hummed in agreement.
Our train left at 2 PM, arriving the next morning. As soon as I got on, I was eagerly anticipating evening, wanting to see her asleep. Since it was still early, I brought a lot of snacks, which she loved. We ate and chatted, occasionally touching hands and bodies, but she didn't seem bothered. I felt like I had a chance. Finally, evening arrived. We played on our phones and chatted idly, gradually becoming sleepy. I told her to sleep peacefully and call me if she needed anything. She slowly drifted off to sleep. I couldn't sleep, still excited, half-lying down playing on my phone, my eyes actually fixed on her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. I really wanted to touch her. Finally, perhaps because she was a little hot, she pulled her hands and feet out. My chance had come. I got up, grabbed her hand, and covered her with the blanket. Her hand was soft. I smelled it; it had a pleasant fragrance. She had mentioned using perfume before, and it smelled the same. I also held her feet; she was wearing sheer stockings, the kind I liked, and I deliberately stroked them. I thought to myself, "I could play with this stockings for a year." I saw her eyes move slightly; she was pretending to be asleep. I understood. Since the lights were off, I deliberately touched her more closely, almost up to her thighs. She immediately woke up. I said, "I saw you weren't covered by the blanket, let me cover you up." I felt she was aroused. I hid next to her and asked if she was hot. I breathed into her ear, and I heard her breathing quicken. I put my hand inside, but she grabbed it and said no, we're in the car. I said, "I won't do anything. I like how you look in stockings. Can I touch you?" Her hand instantly relaxed. I stroked her smooth black stockings and kissed her, giving her a passionate, wet kiss. She responded enthusiastically. I put my other hand inside her breasts, touching them—small, A-cup, soft. I put my hand inside her panties, but she immediately grabbed it and shook her head violently. I thought we were in the car. We kissed for a few minutes, and then everyone suddenly calmed down. I didn't know what to say. I said, "You're so beautiful, I couldn't resist. You have to forgive me." She didn't say anything, just said, "Let's go to sleep." I sat down in my seat. We awkwardly played on our phones, neither of us speaking. I knew she had a programmer boyfriend. Not handsome. Because of frequent overtime, he had a lot of acne. I was also married, so after a while, she said, "Don't do this, let's go to sleep." She immediately added, "Let's each sleep separately, don't get the wrong idea!"
The night passed without incident. We went to a hotel near the client's location and booked two single rooms. The receptionist looked at us strangely, and we were quite embarrassed. She nudged me, paid the bill, took the room key, and went upstairs. We went to our respective rooms, which were next to each other. I led her to her room first, put her things down, and then went to put my things down. I threw my things down and knocked on her door. I said, "I'm coming in to check." She said, "Didn't you just check?" I said, "Open the door first." She opened the door, and I said, "Be careful when staying in hotels." I had seen many posts online about hotels having hidden cameras, so I pretended to check. I said there probably wasn't any, and she looked at me with admiration. I told her to be careful when she's out, since we had an appointment to meet a client in the afternoon. I suggested we wash up first, take a nap, eat something, and then go. I reminded her to close the door properly, and she nodded and left. While showering, I thought about last night and masturbated within minutes. Before masturbating, I was as horny as a demon; after masturbating, I was as holy as a Buddha. So I went to catch up on sleep. In my dream, I vaguely saw her making love to me. She was wearing a miniskirt and stockings, and I was fucking her hard from behind!
Just as we were getting into it, my phone woke me up. It was her calling, saying it was almost 12 o'clock and she wanted to eat. I said we should go get something to eat, and I'd come find her. After hanging up, I quickly got dressed and knocked on the door. She opened it immediately. I said, "You opened the door without even looking? What if it's a pervert?" She said, "You're next door, don't worry." I said, "Shall we go?" She went back, grabbed a bag, and came out. She was already prepared to leave. She walked ahead of me, and only then did I remember to look at her closely. She was wearing a white shirt and a miniskirt. This time she was wearing black stockings, glasses, and high heels. I got hard again, so I quickly suppressed it. She said, "Come on, I'm starving!" After dinner, we went back to get our things and went to visit the client. I won't go into the details. When we got back to the hotel that night, I asked her, "Shall we go out for a walk?" She said okay. I found a nearby Wanda Plaza and took a taxi there. I bought her some milk tea on the way. At first, she didn't want it, but I said I wanted some too, so she took it. We strolled around like a couple, taking pictures and eating snacks. Of course, I paid. When she tried to pay, I said, "You can treat me next time!" We played around until about 10 pm, then I said, "Let's go back. I have to go to the client's place tomorrow," so we came back.
On the way back to the room, she twisted her ankle. I thought she did it on purpose, but judging from her expression, it didn't seem intentional. I quickly helped her up. After she rested for a bit, I helped her into the hotel room. I helped her sit on the bed and said, "Let me show you," taking off her shoes. She seemed to want to say something but didn't. I said, "Take off your stockings so I can see." She said, "How can I take them off with you here?" I looked up at her and saw her upper thighs; her legs were open. She immediately became embarrassed and said, "Oh dear!" I got up and turned away, saying, "Take them off, I don't want to see." She said, "Then don't look." I could hear her rustling as she took off her clothes. I instantly got an erection. First, I touched her feet, then I saw her upper thighs, and I heard a woman taking off her stockings in front of me. If I didn't get an erection, I wouldn't be a man. Two minutes later, she said she was done. I squatted down and saw her pale, white thighs, which made me even harder. I casually rubbed her feet and said, "You lie down first. I'll go get a towel." I called the front desk to ask if they had any ice water, then went downstairs to buy some frozen mineral water to soothe her feet. I was busy for almost half an hour. When I asked her, she said she felt better. I asked if she could move. She said much better. I said, "Then I'll go back. It's almost 11 o'clock, and I have to get up early tomorrow. I'll call you tomorrow." She hummed in agreement. I said, "Then come and close the door." She got up, and I saw her white lace underwear. When she got to the door, I kissed her directly. She responded passionately to me. I picked her up in my arms; she wasn't heavy, around 100 pounds. I put her on the bed and kissed her, roaming her body. She also stroked my back with both hands. I unbuttoned her clothes, revealing a white lace bra, and took off her skirt. She covered her face shyly. I quickly took off my clothes, my penis standing erect. I grabbed her hand and helped her masturbate. I unhooked her bra with both hands. Her breasts weren't big, just the right size for one hand, her nipples pink. I kissed them, and her moans grew louder. I pulled off her lace panties with one hand and smelled them. Mmm, so fragrant! She said shyly, "It's so dirty." I said, "No, it's not dirty. My breasts smell the best." I kissed her breasts, her nipples, from her mouth, eyes, to her chin, neck, and shoulders. She said she was going to take a shower first. I did smell a bit from applying a foot mask for her, so I went to shower. I quickly showered and then came back to help her shower. I couldn't resist taking advantage of her again. She washed for about ten minutes before coming out, having waited the whole time. As soon as she came out, I picked her up and put her on the bed. I said affectionately, "You smell so good, you're mine tonight." She hummed in agreement. I kissed her directly, and she responded passionately. I kissed her from her forehead to her nose, mouth, neck, ears, and shoulders. Her small breasts, pink nipples, and lower abdomen... I took off her white lace panties. Her pubic hair was thick, her labia weren't very dark, and a lot of vaginal fluid was flowing out. I smelled it; it had no odor. I spread her thighs and started licking. She screamed and pressed my head down with her hands. I spread her labia and stuck my tongue inside. Her vaginal fluid tasted salty. As I licked, I said, "Your vagina smells so good." I licked from the inside out, sucking on her labia. She moaned and groaned. After licking for a few minutes, I felt her vagina contracting in waves, and she gripped me tightly. I knew she had orgasmed. I got up. I put my penis to her mouth and said, "Oh, come lick it for me." She obediently grabbed my penis and took it in her mouth. She had teeth, so I said, "Don't eat it, lick it. Your teeth are hurting me." She said she didn't have much experience and apologized. I taught her to lick the glans and suck on it. While she was giving me oral sex, I massaged her breasts. She learned quickly and got the hang of it with her teeth. She sucked and licked at the same time, and it felt so good, like watching porn. After a few minutes, I said, "Fuck, can I cum on your face?" She didn't answer. I pulled my penis out and started masturbating. She closed her eyes, and I yelled, "Ah!" I ejaculated a lot, all over her hair, glasses, and mouth. After I finished, I quickly wiped it off for her and we kissed for a few more minutes before I carried her to the shower. In the bathroom, I asked if I could give her another blowjob. I wiped her vulva, lifted her legs, and licked them. She yelled, "Ah!" I licked even more enthusiastically, and slowly her vagina came out. I said let's go to the bed and lick each other, 69. I couldn't lift her anymore, so I pulled her out. I was on the bottom, and she was on top. We did 69. She gave me a very hard blowjob. My penis slowly grew bigger with her sucking and swallowing. She felt my hardness and sucked even harder. I licked even harder too. Slowly, I felt her orgasm again. I said I wanted to penetrate her. She asked if I had a condom. I picked up a condom from the hotel and put it on. I spread her labia. Watching my penis go in, it was indeed very tight. She moved on top for a few minutes. I watched my penis go in and out, and her labia flipped in and out with it. It was very exciting. It felt amazing. I quickly said, "Don't move. I want you to put on stockings. Short skirt. Put on glasses. I want to fuck you from behind. Like in my dreams." She obediently went to put on her clothes and stockings. My penis quickly rested. She sat on the edge of the bed, raised her buttocks, and I pulled up her skirt. I pulled down her stockings a little and inserted them into her labia majora. I fucked her hard from behind, and she moaned and groaned as I stroked her breasts. A few minutes later, I ejaculated inside her. After I finished, she quickly lay down on the bed, and I went over and kissed her, saying her voice was beautiful during sex. I told her she smelled so good, and after a moment of tenderness, we showered together and went to sleep... (To be continued!)

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