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I live in a provincial capital city in northern China. I'm 32 years old, 178cm tall, and weigh around 70kg. As for my appearance, I've never been very confident, because I have so many incredibly handsome friends. However, several female interviewers I've passed have mentioned that they value a good image, so perhaps I'm considered to have passed the interviews because of it.

I've always been an excellent student, getting into a good university and finding several respectable jobs. I'm generous and loyal to my friends and have virtually no bad habits, so I have a very good reputation among my classmates and friends.

Last June, I changed jobs. A large company was setting up a branch in our area, and I was hired as the city manager. However, since the branch was just starting out, they needed to rent and renovate offices. During this time, I didn't have an office space. Luckily, a classmate had a vacant two-bedroom apartment not far from my newly rented office building, which he was currently using as his office, so I temporarily shared an office with him.

After graduation, my classmate Jie started an industrial equipment and consumables trading company with the help of family connections. Basically, he bought equipment and consumables from small factories and resold them at higher prices to factories that needed them, profiting from the difference. He used to make a lot of money, but due to the current economic downturn, his profits have decreased in recent years. He now relies on a few factories with strong connections to make ends meet, and employees have been laid off or resigned one by one, leaving only him and his wife Juan to run the business. Jie is often away on business trips, so Juan is practically the only one in the office. Since there's not much work to do at the company, Juan and her sister, who lives abroad, run a personal shopping business, taking orders and shipping them every day. They were happy when I visited, because Juan wouldn't be too lonely, and I could help with packing and shipping when things got busy.

Juan is five years younger than me, a girl from southern China, about 162cm tall, weighing less than 110 pounds, with big eyes, very pretty, fair and smooth skin, and a slightly chubby face—the petite and cute type. We were already very familiar with each other, and neither of us is too shy, so even being alone together wasn't awkward.

At first, I didn't have any other thoughts. I just thought it would be nice to have a girl to chat with when I had nothing to do. I've always believed in the principle of attraction between opposite sexes. Because there was a rather cute girl in the office, I liked to stay there. Even when I went out, I would carefully buy some food and drinks to bring back and share with Juan. Gradually, our relationship became closer, and some subtle changes even occurred. Every day after we finished work, we would intentionally or unintentionally linger a little longer before going home. It felt like whoever left early or came late owed the other something.

The story really began one afternoon in mid-July. Because Juan's purchases were always picked up by the courier around 4:30 pm, 3 pm to 4 pm was her busiest time, printing orders and packing packages. I was always busy with her during this time. That day, Juan wore a very loose t-shirt and denim shorts, which completely highlighted her straight and white thighs. While she was packing packages, she was bending over, and I inadvertently glanced down her collar. I saw her two white breasts; although they were covered by a bra, I could still see at least half of them. I also saw her flat stomach. Looking at her legs, those snow-white breasts were incredibly striking. I suddenly realized how attractive Juan was, and for the first time, I had the thought of doing something with her.

Having this thought meant I had to act on it. I believed that a story must begin with mutual attraction, creating ambiguity first, and this ambiguity couldn't be too short or too long. Too short and it seemed casual; too long and it often ended without a conclusion. So, I intentionally or unintentionally increased physical contact with Juan, such as deliberately touching her hand when handing her something, patting her shoulder or back when greeting her. Gradually, I noticed she didn't seem to mind at all; in fact, she seemed quite intimate. So, that day, I made another bold attempt. Since I was also wearing casual shorts, when we finished our work and sat together chatting and drinking the yogurt I bought, I pretended to accidentally rest my leg on hers. The first time, I immediately pulled away, but I noticed her legs didn't move away, so after a while, I moved closer again. This time, it took a little longer, and her legs still didn't move. Finally, after a while, I found another opportunity to press against her, and this time I didn't move away. Juan didn't seem to mind, letting her legs stay pressed against mine for a good ten minutes. We chatted happily like this, because tomorrow was Juan's birthday, and we decided to celebrate together here. I even promised to cook some of my signature dishes for her to celebrate. Finally, it was time to leave. We packed our things together, closed the door, and took the elevator. In the elevator, we stood side by side, pressed tightly against her soft, smooth arms, because tomorrow was her birthday.

The next morning, I went out early and bought some ingredients from the market. I consider myself a decent cook, so I wanted to make some fancy and presentable dishes, hoping to win Juan's heart. I also bought a bottle of red wine, a bouquet of roses, and a cake.

When I got home, Juan wasn't there yet, so I immediately started busying myself, washing and chopping vegetables to prepare lunch. I quickly got ready and waited for Juan to arrive. A short while later, I heard Juan open the door. I hurried to the door with the flowers in my hand. As soon as Juan entered, I handed her the flowers. "Happy birthday!" Juan exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, so beautiful!" She was dressed very freshly today, in a floral dress, her long hair pulled back. "Rose represents love, and women are born to be loved, so I chose roses. May you always be beautiful and always be loved," I said. Juan seemed touched and said, "Thank you."

We went about our own business. At 10:30, I started preparing lunch. Juan wanted to help, but I helped her out of the kitchen, supporting her back as I pushed her out. I felt her supple waist during this process. So I worked in the kitchen while Juan sat at the kitchen door watching me prepare her birthday feast. A full hour and a half later, six dishes were on the table, and they looked quite appealing.

"It's been so long since a man cooked for me."

"Then eat more today." Under my expectant gaze, she tasted all the dishes and said they were all the best. I said, "Then give me some encouragement." "What encouragement?"

I opened my arms: "A hug."

Juan happily threw herself into my arms and gave me a real hug. I was thrilled.

We ate and drank red wine while chatting, and gradually the conversation turned to love and our ideal partners. I kept praising her and agreeing with her views. In fact, women need you to do that; they feel understood before they open their hearts. In the end, her elbow was on my thigh, and my arm was on her shoulder. The crucial moment arrived. After a few attempts, I finally mustered up the courage to say, "You're so beautiful." Then I brought my lips to hers. She initially looked away, but I said, "I like you." She hesitated for a moment, but I kissed her, and the kiss lasted for five minutes.

When I moved my mouth away, she said, "We can't do this."

I panicked: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault

." She said, "I

'm so scared." I quickly said, "I really like you."

She said, "I know."

Then she sat quietly beside me, her head slightly lowered. Seeing this, I cupped her head and kissed her. This time, she didn't pull away; instead, she responded. Gradually, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I then placed my other hand on her breasts. She didn't resist, and after a while, I began to gently knead them through her clothes. A good ten minutes passed, during which I didn't dare to do anything further, perhaps because the position was too awkward. Juan moved her mouth away and softly said, "How about we go to the sofa?" This undoubtedly gave me permission. I immediately got up, holding Juan in one arm and her breast in the other, continuing to kiss her, and helped her lie down on the sofa. At this point, my movements became more intense, kissing her face, mouth, and neck, my hands beginning to caress her body—arms, chest, all the way down to her smooth, delicate thighs. Juan also began to grope me with her hands. As I kissed her, I unbuttoned Juan's dress, revealing her breasts, tightly bound by her bra. They were so delicate and supple. I moved my lips to them, gently kissing them, while my hands continued to caress her body and loosened her bra straps. Her lovely nipples finally emerged; they were small and pale, only slightly darker than her skin. I reached out and gently kissed one of her nipples. Juan suddenly let out a soft "hmm," hugged my head tightly, and trembled. I continued kissing her nipples, teasing them with my tongue, while my hands moved back and forth along Juan's inner thighs. Since it was our first time, I wanted to do plenty of foreplay. Finally, I moved to the other end of the sofa, lifted Juan's skirt, and kissed her thighs. Juan was now swaying from side to side on the sofa. I placed my hand on the waistband of her panties and gently pulled them down. She held them tightly, but at this point, I couldn't give up. Luckily, she wasn't very strong, and I managed to pull down her panties, revealing her most mysterious area. Juan's pubic hair was very sparse and fine, so I immediately noticed her wet slit. People often discuss what constitutes a perfect vagina—some say tight, others say plump—but I'm talking about one that's wet. Juan's vagina was very full, her labia very light in color, and it was already soaking wet. I casually complimented her, "So beautiful." Juan shyly said, "Nonsense, it's awful." "No, it's beautiful, it's gorgeous."

I quickly stripped off Juan's clothes, then swiftly stripped myself naked, pressing down on top of her, continuing to tease her. Although I was ready to go, I still had to consider Juan's feelings. After a while, Juan was completely aroused by my teasing, and I finally aimed my penis at her vagina and inserted it. "Ah!" With a moan from Juan, she trembled again; I knew she had orgasmed. Later, I learned that Juan's most sensitive spot was her breasts, and she orgasmed very quickly, probably due to her sensitive constitution, but she could still orgasm several times.

Looking at Juan's flushed face, I smiled and asked, "So fast?"

"I haven't been this excited in a long time."

"I'm good at it."

"Not entirely, it's because it's with you."

I was incredibly moved at that moment. I believe some feelings can only arise between people who love and cherish each other; it's something money can't buy.

I continued to press Juan down on top of me, gently thrusting in and out. Juan moaned softly in response, and slowly she climaxed again. I was in an unusually good state that day; I hadn't even ejaculated yet, but the wonderful feeling lingered.

I got off Juan and used a tissue to wipe her down there. She said, "You're so good; no one has ever been so attentive to me." "You make me the happiest person today. What I'm doing is nothing; I want to give you even more."

"You've already given me so much today; this is the happiest birthday I've ever had."

I lay back down on the sofa, pulled her into my arms, and chatted with her.

After a while, she said, "I'm so satisfied today, but you don't seem to have ejaculated. Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, there's plenty of time. You won't stop letting me touch you later,

will you?" "No, it's all yours whenever you want."

I hugged her tightly and said, "I saw you had an orgasm today, I was worried you'd get tired."

She kissed me and said, "Silly, I'm fine."

Encouraged by her words, I went for it again. This time, her orgasm was noticeably slower. After changing positions several times, even having her kneel on the sofa while I stood on the floor thrusting, which was actually quite a big move, she finally said, "It's coming again."

I immediately sped up, finishing this time as well. I said, "I'm almost there too, I'll pull out and ejaculate in a bit."

"Ejaculate, ejaculate inside, it's a safe period," Juan said.

Finally, this time we both soared into the sky, and I ejaculated all of it inside her vagina, not a drop spilled. The feeling was so wonderful.

From then on, Juan cleaned up a bedroom, changed the bedding, and we made love almost every day.

[The End]

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