Having sex with one's graduate advisor

In 1991, I graduated from the Food Science Department of an agricultural university. That year, the effects of the 1989 student movement were still lingering, and job placement for university graduates was generally poor. As a result, I wasn't able to return to my original city and was assigned to work at an agricultural extension station in a county. The county town was small, with few streetlights at night. A local joke circulated: you could walk around the entire town with just a match. Haha.

Outside the town were fields, where I could take walks, which was quite interesting for someone like me who had grown up in the city. Several other people shared the same fate, working in different departments within the county. Naturally, we, a few university graduates from the city, became friends.

The initial days were quite happy, and time flew by. Before I knew it, the following year, my friends, one by one, used various connections to transfer back to the city. Watching everyone leave, I couldn't help but feel anxious and a sense of emptiness began to creep in. However, I came from a working-class family with modest means and no social connections, making it very difficult to transfer back to the city. Out of desperation, I decided to apply for graduate school—it was my only way out! After a year of hard work, I returned to my alma mater in 1993 to study dairy processing.

My master's supervisor was a woman named Zhang, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, tall, and while not particularly beautiful, she was above average in appearance. Initially, she didn't attract much attention; I only had a slight liking for her cheerful personality. My senior classmates, on the other hand, were very warm and kind to me, and we got along very well.

The first year was mainly about attending classes and earning credits, keeping me busy every day. From the second year onwards, I entered the experimental topic selection and implementation phase, and without classes, I felt a sudden sense of relief. To choose a topic and arrange the lab, I went to discuss it with my supervisor. She told me that she had just secured a horizontal technical cooperation project this year, mainly involving a large dairy factory. Although the academic level was limited, there was contract funding, which could appropriately increase my income. She asked if I was willing to participate. I readily agreed to such a good opportunity. Little did I know that this agreement would lead to an extraordinary story.

After agreeing, I quickly completed my thesis proposal with my supervisor's help, and then accompanied him to the factory for on-site investigation, designing and arranging the experimental content. The factory was very welcoming to us. To facilitate our experimental work, they specially cleaned two empty rooms on the third floor of the factory's administrative building for us to stay in, and even bought new beds and bedding. This arrangement made it easy for us to check on the situation in the workshop at any time. In addition, a small experimental device was set up in a corner of the factory's large workshop, separated from the normal production process by a simple partition wall, and made into a small sterile room for experiments and routine testing.

Actually, at the beginning, there was nothing between my supervisor and me, and in order to speed up the experimental progress, we worked more than 8 hours a day. We didn't have much else to do in the factory besides experimental work, so we often went into the workshop to work overtime after dinner. In the evenings, aside from a few workers occasionally making rounds, most of the time it was just my mentor and me working together in the huge workshop. We'd chat while we worked, and our relationship grew closer as we spent more time together. Eventually, we could talk about almost anything and even joke around. It was then that I learned my mentor was from Liaoning Province and had divorced a few years prior, raising a child on her own. The year before I entered the university, she married another teacher from the same school. Shortly after their marriage, her husband had an opportunity to go abroad and went to Singapore. Her child was five years old and was temporarily living with her grandparents in her hometown in Liaoning, with plans to bring her back next year to start primary school.

In the factory, my mentor always did all the work with me. Sometimes, when we encountered dirty or strenuous tasks, I would say, "Teacher Zhang, you take a break, I'm a man, I'll do it." She would always reply, "Hehe, don't forget I'm in great shape; I've won the school's badminton championship several times!" Thus, a warm and harmonious atmosphere developed between teacher and student, making us feel like family in this unfamiliar factory.

Once, while working in the sterile room, my supervisor and I were both sweating profusely. During a break, she took out an apple, but since we didn't have a fruit knife, she said we could each take a bite and make do. Just as she bit into the apple, a small flame suddenly appeared on an incubator. Without even putting the apple down, we quickly put it out. After extinguishing the fire, our hands were covered in dirt, but the apple was still in her mouth. She gestured for me to take it with my mouth. So I took a bite, she ate a bite, then took another bite, and I took a bite… and that's how we finished the apple. Afterwards, we smiled knowingly at each other. I noticed my supervisor blushed slightly, and she laughed, saying, "This is the first time I've ever eaten an apple like this." I felt a strange unease. In the days that followed, my supervisor and I grew closer. When work slowed down, we would go out for hot pot or karaoke together.

I remember once during a bacterial strain screening experiment, the workload was quite heavy. My supervisor and I worked together in the sterile room, sharing the same laminar flow hood. The space was cramped, and we inevitably rubbed against each other during the procedure. After we finished, we looked at each other through our masks, speechless for a moment… until finally we embraced.

My heart was pounding, and I could feel my supervisor's thumping heartbeat. We removed our masks and kissed. I touched her through her clothes, and she didn't stop me. Later, my hands went inside her clothes, caressing her waist, abdomen, and back, finally daring to touch her breasts. At that moment, she breathed softly, pulled away from me, and tilted her head back. I continued to caress and kiss her neck, feeling her body tremble slightly. She couldn't resist unzipping my pants and touching my penis. I was excited. I turned her around so she sat on my lap, pressing myself tightly against her back, my hands continuing to caress her. This was the first time I had ever touched a woman, and I felt myself starting to tremble. It wasn't until I tried to slip a hand under my supervisor's pants that she nervously stopped me, grabbing my hand through her fabric. I didn't reach her private parts, but I did touch some soft pubic hair.

That evening, after dinner, we went back to our rooms and didn't work overtime. It was late when I noticed her room light was still on, so I knocked on her door. We talked a lot that night, about life, work, and childhood experiences—some things were poignant, some were joyful—but we didn't do anything.

The next day, the bacterial strains for the experiment needed to be transferred, but it was easier than the previous day. In this secluded, idyllic space, I held my supervisor on my lap, watching her transfer the strains, while I gently blew warm air into her clothes, holding her waist. She chuckled softly as she transferred the strains. My little brother, meanwhile, became restless, hardening beneath her buttocks. My lovely supervisor was much more relaxed than yesterday, even occasionally wiggling her hips in response, making me increasingly excited and uneasy.

After receiving the inoculum, my supervisor leaned towards me, and I didn't hesitate to hug her tightly and caress her. This time, she didn't resist. I caressed every part of her body until she started panting softly, her body wriggling slightly, and she even reached under her buttocks to grab my penis. I lifted her white lab coat, trying to pull down her skirt, but to my surprise, she lifted her buttocks and cooperated. Looking at her fair, rounded thighs, I couldn't control myself, and my penis stood erect, searching for its place.

Being my first time, I fumbled around for a while, completely at a loss. Then, my supervisor stood up, turned around, lifted her skirt, and straddled my legs, kissing my forehead. Then she used her hand to help my penis enter. In that instant, oh, it felt incredibly good. Warm, soft flesh enveloped my penis, like entering a gentle cloud.

Seeing my expression, my supervisor knew I was a novice. She leaned back on the workbench, supporting herself on my knees with her hands, and began to move her hips up and down. My penis grew harder and harder inside my mentor's soft body, and then, in a surge of passion, it finally gushed out like a floodgate being opened, before gradually softening. My mentor, blushing, asked me, "Was it comfortable?" What could I possibly answer? Of course, it was incredibly comfortable. Then we each wiped ourselves with sanitary napkins from the sterile room and hugged tightly for a while.

My supervisor didn't come out of her room when I went to work in the afternoon, so I let her sleep a little longer. I went to the workshop by myself to check all the equipment and samples and record the data. In the evening, I went to call my supervisor for dinner. She flicked my forehead at the door and said, "Your older sister is treating you to a good meal today."

Wow, when did my supervisor become an older sister?! But I still felt a warm glow inside. So I said, "Why should I treat you? I should be the one treating you." My supervisor smiled and said, "You little rascal, you've worked hard today."

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