Me and a yoga instructor

It was around the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2020. One day, bored in the office, I opened M and used my usual approach, posting a few handsome photos of myself with the caption, "Welcome to chat, girls who are interested." About 30 minutes later, a female account sent me a greeting message. The profile picture was clearly not her; she used a model's photo. Based on experience, girls using this kind of photo usually use M to flirt or hook up, so there's a relatively high chance of success. However, you need to verify her looks and figure, as there are many fake women on M, so you need to do the necessary verification.

After accepting her greeting, we chatted about our lives for a bit. She said she worked full-time in marketing and part-time as a yoga instructor. Hearing the words "yoga instructor" immediately excited me. I asked her how many years she had been practicing yoga and about her experiences teaching students. Since I also work out regularly, she felt we had a lot in common. After chatting about serious topics for a while, I asked her if she could send me some photos of herself. The girl seemed to be getting along well with me, so she sent me two photos of her daily life. The signs of her fitness training were obvious; she had a beautiful and sexy figure. I couldn't help but compliment her for a while, adding, "The guys around you are all masters at wasting opportunities," which made her reply with a string of smiley faces. At this point, I felt the atmosphere was right, so I suddenly changed the subject and asked her, "What kind of friend are you looking for using M?" She was clearly perceptive and replied, "What about you?" I frankly told her, "To be honest, I'm married. I'm using M to find a suitable opposite-sex partner for a private sexual relationship. I wonder if you'd consider it?" Seeing my sincerity, she replied, "I understand," but didn't explicitly say "yes" or "no." Based on my experience, if a woman doesn't explicitly say "Sorry, I'm not considering that," it means there's a chance. Then I asked her, "Have you had this kind of relationship before?" She said, "I had a similar relationship before, but it was a long time ago." At this point, I was very clear about this girl's boundaries. When we first started chatting, I noticed we were quite close, within a kilometer of each other, so I asked, "Since we're so close, would you like to grab dinner together after work?" The girl readily agreed, but said she'd have to choose the restaurant. I said no problem. A few minutes later, she sent me a restaurant quite close to my office. I confirmed it wasn't some kind of scam, and we arranged a time for that evening.

The most interesting part of hooking up is the waiting period between arranging the meeting online and actually meeting in person—the anticipation, excitement, and anxiety all rush through you at once. Finally, it was time to leave work, and I arrived at the restaurant early. After sitting down, I texted the girl. About ten minutes later, she gracefully arrived. She was wearing a dark blue casual top that perfectly accentuated her bust, and beige trousers that also had a noticeable butt-lifting effect. She was wearing perfume; she was clearly a girl who paid attention to her appearance and wanted to show off her figure. I deliberately found a less crowded spot inside. After we sat down and exchanged some pleasantries, I asked her, "How would you rate yourself?" She said, "7-8." I said, "You're being modest. I'd give you 8-9." She smiled happily and thanked me. During the meal, I learned that she was a staunch non-marriage advocate, clearly stating she didn't want to get married but wouldn't mind having a long-term boyfriend to live with, though she refused to enter into marriage. My behavior in public is generally elegant and gentlemanly, which gave her a great sense of security, preventing her from feeling that I was a desperate, lecherous pervert. The conversation was pleasant; she liked fashion and even commented on my clothing, suggesting I try light-colored shirts, which would suit my skin tone better.

We ate for about an hour and a half. After paying the bill, I asked her if she'd like to sit in my office, which was upstairs next door. Without much hesitation, she said, "Sure." At that moment, I basically knew that she had anticipated something was going to happen and was mentally prepared. We arrived at our company's office building side by side. My office was in a shared workspace. As those who have used such spaces know, these offices are usually surrounded by glass on all four sides and aren't very large. My office was a typical example; you could clearly see everything happening inside from the corridor. Fortunately, our office was a relatively large unit, accommodating 15-20 people at the same time, so there was still room to work. We arrived at the office around 10:30 PM. Most people had already left, but a very few offices were still occupied. Luckily, the people in the offices opposite and to my left and right had already left, so there was no problem.

It was during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and our office was piled high with boxes of all sizes—cardboard gift boxes bought for clients. Each box was about one cubic meter in size, and there were many of them, some stacked together, forming a simple "wall of cardboard boxes." I had actually planned everything out when I invited her to the office. Once she arrived, I first invited her to sit down and apologized, explaining that it was Mid-Autumn Festival and the office was messy because of the gift boxes we were delivering to clients. I said that everyone else would be leaving before the boxes were finished, so she could sit for a while while I tidied up. As I spoke, I stacked cardboard boxes together, two boxes at a time, creating a small wall. I had her sit at the very back of the office, making sure she wasn't visible from the outside. Then I poured her a glass of water and said, "Hey, have some water." She playfully asked, "Is there any sleeping potion in the water?" I replied, "Of course, I even added a dose!" She laughed and took a few sips. Seeing the atmosphere was good, I said, "Let me turn off the lights. If they're on, people might think we're working overtime, and then they might come over with late-night snacks." It was completely nonsense, but it successfully got me to turn off the lights. I then turned off the lights and walked behind the wall of cardboard boxes.

The atmosphere in the room was incredibly intimate. She stood by the French windows, and I walked around the cardboard wall to her side. Without a word, I hugged her from behind, one hand on her breast and the other on her buttocks. She was actually prepared, and without any resistance, she responded, turning her head to kiss me. My hands slipped under the hem of her shirt, moving upwards, then cupped her breasts with both hands and caressed them. They looked like C cups, but they felt like C-cups, and thanks to her regular workouts, they were very firm—the most textured breasts I'd ever touched. As I kissed her, I teased her nipples with my fingers, then touched her breasts with one hand and moved down to her labia with the other. Throughout the entire process, she didn't resist, enjoying my kisses and caresses. Seeing that she didn't seem to mind, I pulled her casual shirt off from the bottom up, then unhooked her bra, exposing her pair of snow-white breasts to the light streaming in from the window. I then unzipped her pants, pushed them down her legs, and lifted her up, sitting her on a table. I took off her shoes and socks, then pulled down her underwear and pants as well.

Now she was completely naked, a voluptuous, curvaceous beauty sitting on my desk. I gazed at her intently, making her look into my burning eyes for a full five seconds, letting her know exactly what I was going to do. Then I leaned down, burying my head between her legs, and began teasing her labia with my tongue. Stimulated by the sight, she gripped the table with one hand and touched my head with the other, seeming about to moan. I used my tongue to sweep up from below her vaginal opening, sucking on her labia majora and minora, then teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. At the same time, I stroked her inner thigh with one hand and stimulated her breasts and nipples with the other. Soon, she started to release vaginal fluid, and I could taste a distinct pungent odor in my mouth. While licking her vulva, I unzipped my pants, but for some reason, my penis wasn't fully erect. I pulled her hand to stroke it, and she asked, "Why aren't you hard?" I said, "Maybe I'm a little nervous in my office." I offered to give her oral sex, but she said no. I had guessed during lunch that she might enjoy being forced, so I lifted her off the table, made her stand on the floor, sat on the table, pulled her head over, and forcibly pressed her head onto my penis, making her give me oral sex. She usually dodged, but at the same time, she seemed excited and took it in, sucking a few times and then spitting it out, only to be forcibly pressed down and sucked again by me. This cycle repeated for several minutes until she finally had to give me oral sex.

Compared to sex, men sometimes prefer oral sex; the feeling of watching a sexy and attractive woman suck your cock is simply unparalleled. As she sucked my cock, looking at the surrounding environment, I felt incredibly aroused, and my cock quickly regained its hardness. I asked her, "Darling, does my cock taste good?" She didn't say anything, just shook her head with my cock in her mouth. I was incredibly hard from her sucking, so I got off the table, took her hands and held her against the French windows, making her face out the window. I took out a condom from my office drawer, put it on my cock, then held her buttocks, aimed my cock at her cunt, and slowly inserted it inch by inch, letting her experience the feeling of my penis slowly entering her. Holding her buttocks, standing in front of the French windows, facing the CBD office buildings outside, I thrust into this sexy yoga instructor I'd just met. After a while, I sat in a chair, had her sit on my cock with her back to me, and then had her stand on the floor, sucking my big cock with her cunt. I'd always seen office sex scenes in porn, and seeing it happen in real life was so exciting and amazing, even with the worry of the shared office manager patrolling.

I fucked her for about 20 minutes, then finally pulled her up and made her sit on my penis, so my penis was deep inside her vagina, and then my semen gushed out. We were both sweating a lot. She sat on me, her hands on the armrests of the chair, her body trembling slightly, I think she had also orgasmed. We sat like that, naked and still having sex, for a while, then she stood up, her vagina leaving my penis. I took the condom off my penis, tied a knot, wrapped it in a tissue, and put it in my briefcase to avoid it being thrown in the office trash can and found by my colleagues. We got dressed, and I let her sit on my lap and kiss her for a while, then we got ready and left the office.

I still keep in touch with Selina, but we're both quite busy with work, so we don't get to meet up often. Most of our subsequent encounters involved going to hotels. She's very cautious and has never even let me know where her office is. We both knew the other was a submissive, so we didn't have any requirements regarding the exclusivity of each other's sexual partners, and maintained a high level of mutual respect and sexual satisfaction.

[The End]

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