My one-night stand with my female colleague

It was a late spring weekend evening. Bored, I turned on my computer, took out the porn my brother had given me, poured myself a cup of tea, and leisurely began to watch.
It turned out to be another Japanese film, and censored at that, nothing like the hype they'd made it out to be. I watched it intermittently. Spring in Beijing is short; by the end of spring, it practically feels like summer. I don't usually open the window much, and coupled with my depression, I couldn't sit still any longer. I went downstairs and bought some duck necks from Lai Shuang Yang and a bottle of Putin (we (a group of friends) habitually call ordinary Yanjing beer "Putin"), intending to treat myself .
"Ah Jie, hello, do you remember me?"
I stammered for a while, "I broke the rules, report me!" The other end burst into laughter: "I knew you'd forgotten me. I'm Yang Yue from the marketing department."
"I saved your number, but for a moment I couldn't quite place your face."
"It's not your fault, haha, although we're colleagues, we've only officially had a one-time discount on noodles."
"Hehe, yeah, why did you suddenly remember to report me for breaking the rules!?"
"You forgot? Didn't you promise to take me to your house when we met? You even said you'd cook my specialty dishes, humph!"
"Are you free now? Is it convenient for me to come over?"
I thought, since I'm free anyway, I might as well get this over with quickly, so I readily agreed, gave her the address, and instructed her to call me when she arrived and report me for violating the rules!
I reached out and pulled her into my arms, "If it weren't for the fact that I haven't been with a woman in a long time, that I didn't watch porn at home this afternoon, that I didn't drink, I wouldn't have touched you..."
When I opened the refrigerator door, I suddenly regretted it; the refrigerator was completely empty—I had to go out to buy groceries again—I hate going out on weekends, I prefer to stay home reading and surfing the internet
... With everything prepared, I perked up again as I started cooking: my dishes looked and smelled great, all thanks to Liu Yiwei. It's a pity he's off to Shanghai TV doing that weird "Oriental Ramblings" show; otherwise, I could learn even more tricks. Showing off my culinary skills in front of a beautiful woman usually adds an unexpected luster to my ordinary appearance.
Just as I finished two dishes, the phone rang again…
After dinner, it was already past 9 pm, and she still showed no sign of leaving. She went straight to my bedroom, sat down at the computer desk, and seeing the bottle of beer on the floor and the remaining duck necks on the table, she suddenly exclaimed, "What…?" "Why didn't you say so earlier?" she said, asking me to get a bottle opener. Without a word, she wanted to drink the whole bottle with me, along with some duck necks... We each downed two bottles of beer and finished the duck necks. At this point, apart from her face being flushed, she showed no other signs of drunkenness. After wiping her mouth and hands, she suddenly sat down next to my computer. I suddenly remembered that the disc was still paused, just minimized—but it was too late...
I didn't care whether her face was even redder than before; I just sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, letting her seductive voice ripple through the room...
Suddenly, a heat ignited on my thigh, and I carefully... When I looked, it was her hand. Then, her moist lips reached out passionately, her soft tongue effortlessly slipping into my wide-open mouth. I snapped out of my daze, carefully embracing her, standing up, and kissing her passionately, as if trying to explore all the secrets of her little mouth with my tongue. She occasionally let out soft moans… Slowly, I moved my mouth to her neck, extending my tongue to circle her neck. Suddenly, I withdrew my tongue, gently biting and sucking her, leaving a kiss mark on her neck. She stretched her neck as far as she could, as if wanting me to bite every inch of her skin, low moans continuously escaping her throat. My lower body was already… Feeling this stimulation, I involuntarily straightened up. Slowly, my mouth moved to her earlobe, intentionally blowing my alcohol-scented breath heavily on the back of her ear. At this moment, her body trembled. Then I used my upper and lower lips to cover my teeth, and then gently nibbled on her earlobe, gently teasing it, occasionally licking it with my tongue. She suddenly giggled and said coquettishly, "Oh...no...you...ah...so long..." However, she immediately got used to it, stopped making noise, and instead tried to pull down my clothes.
Seeing that the time was right, I hugged her and turned around to... On the bed, I noticed then that she was wearing a light pink low-cut short-sleeved top, over which was a tight white shirt. Her alluring cleavage was less than 10 centimeters from my nose. I couldn't resist helping her take off her top, revealing a black lace bra tightly encasing her nearly bursting breasts. I couldn't bear to let those lovely big white breasts escape completely, so I knelt between her breasts and began to gently chew on the alluring cleavage, licking it with my tongue and sucking on it with my mouth... She writhed and moaned beneath me, her eyes half-closed, thoroughly enjoying herself: "I...I...I took a...bath before I came today." "Oh...oh..." Slowly, I pulled down her bra, revealing two delicate red nipples. I quickly covered one with my mouth and held the other in my hand, afraid they would slip away.
I circled her nipple and areola with my tongue, occasionally sucking harder, and gently biting it with my trembling teeth; on the other, I gently kneaded it with my fingers... Her moans had changed, no longer intermittent low moans, but combined with the half-crying, half-laughing expression on her face, emitting indescribable, continuous cries that were neither crying nor laughing, "Mmm...ah...haha...mmm...oh oh..."
She wore a white tight-fitting... Her panties. When I touched her thick, protruding labia, tightly secured by her tight pants, my hand immediately felt a surge of heat—when I unzipped her pants, I saw that her panties were completely soaked.
I pulled her tight white panties down to her ankles, then stopped. I felt that taking them off completely was meaningless; just pulling them down to her ankles gave me the feeling of binding her legs, and during sex, it felt like rape. Of course, I didn't tell her that.
At this moment, I stopped my movements, straightened up, and carefully observed her body. She also stopped moaning and looked at me quietly. After a while, seeing that I hadn't said anything for a long time, she took the initiative to strike up a conversation:
"What's wrong? Do you like it?"
It was almost 7 o'clock when I returned to the computer. Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw an unfamiliar name: Yang Yue—my brain frantically searched for any memory of those two words, but all I could think of was a scene of willows by the riverbank in the morning breeze and a waning moon—I pressed the answer button and heard a sweet voice:
"I like it…"
"Do you think I'm being too forward?" I didn't answer. She continued,
"Actually, I've noticed you for a while now, you know? We (my female colleagues) voted you the most attractive and manly woman in the company…" I was stunned, unsure how to respond. Was I really that good? Was I just too insecure?
"Silly girl, hurry up and continue, what are you still thinking about?" she said coquettishly.
"No, I… I was thinking, what exactly is our relationship?" I don't know why I blurted out such a question. Was it a question I'd had from the very beginning? And I forgot to ask it because I was so engrossed?
"This is the first time I've been with a woman other than my girlfriend, but I know the rules of one-night stands. We're colleagues, that's a big no-no!"
“I know, don’t overthink it. I won’t ruin your relationship. Come on, sweetheart.” She seemed very capable, pulling me down in one swift motion. By this time, my manhood, having been left hanging for so long, was listless. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “I have a way.”… She
quickly stripped off her clothes and went into the kitchen. After a few splashes, she came back with a glass of warm water to the bedside: “Take them off,” she said in an almost commanding tone.
I had no idea what she was up to, so I simply stripped naked and lay down on the bed. She stared at me with her mouth wide open: "I told you I wasn't wrong about you, your figure is really good." I was at a loss for words, and when she said that, I almost burst out laughing. Who compliments a man like that? My gaze involuntarily fell on her, and I began to take notice of her figure: she was a girl from the north, very tall, and when she was dressed, you couldn't tell that she was so voluptuous. She had plenty of flesh in the right places, and not much excess in the right places. A thick tuft of hair stood out against her fair skin.
I ran my free hand down her smooth, rhythmic abdomen, clearing the way for my upcoming kiss.
At that moment, she took a small sip of warm water, then suddenly looked around for something. After a while, she walked to the wastebasket, brought it to the bedside, spat out the water, and then took another sip. Just as I was wondering what she was up to, she bent down and buried her head between my legs.
My penis immediately felt a surge of heat, and I quickly sat up to look at her. Her cheeks were puffed out as she was stroking my penis... Suddenly, I felt my glans being teased by a soft, warm flesh—it was a tongue, yes, it was her... What a novel way to perform oral sex! She was using a mouthful of warm water, and I felt an intense stimulation, which made me groan. She looked up at me, but the stroking in her mouth didn't stop. I saw a lewd smile in her eyes. After
a while, she changed the water, and I was once again intensely stimulated, feeling an indescribable pleasure—this woman seemed very experienced; I was truly impressed. By this time, my penis was fully erect, and she couldn't take it all in, so she began licking the outside. Her oral skills were truly remarkable; her tongue was incredibly alluring, long and delicate, freely circling and entangling my penis, sometimes stimulating the coronal sulcus, sometimes gently teasing the glans with the tip of her tongue. Seeing my penis fully erect, she then used her lips to envelop it, using her teeth to manipulate it. My glans was completely enveloped in hot water, incredibly stimulating, almost unbearable. I signaled for her to stop.
Not satisfied, I rolled her over onto the bed, pulled out my penis, and lifted her legs, hoisting them onto my shoulders. Her opening was now fully open to me; because my penis had just been withdrawn, her vagina was making muffled "plop" sounds, like farting, accompanied by some fluid spurting out.
Suddenly, I remembered everything: "Yes, yes, I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten..." She was that tall, fair-skinned, and quite attractive girl from the marketing department; we exchanged phone numbers that day.
I couldn't resist any longer. I sat up, hooked one arm around her plump buttocks, and helped her thrust up and down forcefully. With the other hand, I pressed down on her back, taking turns stuffing her breasts into my mouth. With her own thrusting, I let those cherry-red nipples go in and out of my mouth.
She let go of me, spat out the water, and got up to straddle me. A lewd smile played on my lips as I gripped my penis, thrusting it into her with practiced ease.
I stood on the floor, positioned her vulva, and raised my precious member, thrusting it in. Her face contorted, her cries completely changed, accompanied by the trembling of her breasts. She no longer moaned and groaned as before, but instead uttered sounds like "Oh... Aww, yes... Yes... Yes, yes... Push me, push, thrust... Faster..." These sounds mingled with the wet, plop-plop sounds of my penis thrusting in and out of her vulva and my... The slapping sound of my legs hitting her plump buttocks was incredibly arousing. I cursed inwardly, "You little slut, still spouting fancy words, I'll fuck you to death..."
But I immediately realized my mistake. A man shouldn't be impulsive at this moment; he should calm down and prepare for a long battle. Each deep thrust brought my glans to her clitoris, followed by an electric shock, just like when I touched her tongue. After that shock, I couldn't take it anymore and finally ejaculated, then slumped onto the bed, feeling weak.
She was clearly unsatisfied, and without explanation, she dragged my body, helping my still-erect penis to thrust in and out. After a while, she realized it was a futile effort, so she let me lie down. I said sorry and fell fast asleep...
When I woke up, I found she wasn't asleep, staring at me. When I opened my eyes, she smiled and said, "Silly boy, was it good?" I nodded.
"If I don't touch your legs first, will you stop trying to touch me?"
Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment: "No, no, I...I didn't...I was afraid you'd think I was disrespecting you, so..."
"Haha..." she laughed loudly, "Silly boy, I ate so much and drank so much, just to give you courage, but I didn't expect you to be so shy, haha..."
It seemed she hadn't stopped flowing, and I entered relatively easily. This was a completely different world; her vagina was burning hot, a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The vagina wasn't very deep, but it was very tight, especially the entrance, which seemed to have two bones, like teeth wrapped in lips, scraping against my penis. I was overjoyed. But I couldn't help but control myself. After all that foreplay, she had me almost at my limit, and if I didn't control myself now, I was afraid I'd ejaculate in no time. I propped myself up, working together to thrust upwards. With each thrust, she cried out. I saw her head tilt back, her teeth occasionally biting her lip. Her pointed chin arched upwards, stretching her neck into a powerful bow—this beautiful curve aroused me greatly. Her large breasts, no longer still, swayed rhythmically up and down, undulating and magnificent.
"Hahaha..." She laughed louder and more unrestrainedly,
"I don't want to do anything that would betray my girlfriend... Besides, we're colleagues."
"Is this really the first time you've done this with a woman other than your girlfriend?"
I nodded.
She looked up at the ceiling, seemingly talking to herself, "Then I'll be your second..." After saying that, she turned her head and stared at me, making me feel uneasy. At this moment, she reached out and touched my forehead, touched my face, and slowly, touched my genitals...
If the first time I did it, I wasn't very unrestrained because of the unfamiliarity and guilt towards my girlfriend, then this time I was completely open. Anyway, doing it once is the same as doing it many times, so I boldly touched her, and she slowly closed her eyes.
"What's this? Just a one-night stand, haha. I know you have a girlfriend in another city, I don't care. You haven't done this in a long time, have you?" She was quite open-minded, but I was uneasy. Oh well, it's come to this, might as well do it.
When I touched her opening, I felt it was wet and sticky, probably because she hadn't been satisfied, so it was always wet. I pulled back and looked in the light, and was shocked: Why was there blood?
She opened her eyes and looked, and said nonchalantly, "Don't be alarmed, I'm not a virgin. My period just ended yesterday, there's still a little bit left."
We continued. The flush from the alcohol had faded from her face, and the blush on her cheeks was very obvious: she still knew how to be shy. No need for much prelude, we quickly got into the swing of things. We were all very focused, and the atmosphere was lively and engaging. We were like a team effortlessly blending together, our voices clear and sharp, our presence felt natural and serene. We were like a team effortlessly blending together, our voices strong and clear, our presence felt natural and serene ... The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. List...
When she sat down, I thrust my glans into her clitoris, and she suddenly jerked upwards, her vaginal opening like a strong rubber band, gripping my penis tightly and scraping upwards, creating a powerful suction that seemed to draw my very soul into her womb...
If things continued like this, I feared I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, so I changed positions, making her kneel by the bed with her buttocks raised, while I stood on the floor, attacking from behind. The intense thrusting greatly pleased her, and her cries became even more intense. I grabbed her hands, pinning them behind her back, using one hand to pull her head up to support her weight on the bed, while the other hand reached under her, kneading her breasts forcefully and teasing her clitoris.
Finally, she cried out, "I...I can't take it anymore...Do whatever you want...Do whatever you want...I'm done...Hurry...Hurry up and cum." I was so engrossed in my actions that I didn't even feel her climax, what a pity.
I put her down, turned her over, lifted one thigh, straddled the other, and began thrusting with all my might. She closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, and let me thrust into her like a dead pig.
Soon, her passion returned; under my thrusts, she swelled up again, her body began to writhe, and her cries began to ripple once more.
We tumbled and rolled, constantly changing positions. Not long after, the bed began to creak and groan in rhythm with us… Just when I felt I couldn’t hold on any longer, she suddenly cried out: “Honey, hurry, I’m almost there… hurry, insert it, insert it into me, I want it, I want it… okay, hurry… right now, right away… hurry… no, don’t stop… ah—” At that moment, a wave of heat slammed into my glans, and I couldn’t hold back anymore…
That night, we did it five times in total, and except for the first time, she orgasmed every time after that. The next day, we didn’t wake up until the afternoon. She lay on my chest and said softly: “Honey, you’re so brave…” I smiled, hugged her plump buttocks, and was about to kiss her when I suddenly noticed a large wet patch under her buttocks. I was startled and lifted the blanket to see a large puddle of my semen on the bed, along with some faint red, probably her blood—we had been so caught up in our passion that we hadn’t even used a condom.
"It's alright, I'll rest a bit more and then I'll clean you up."
"It's not that," I said worriedly, "we both forgot to use the safe method."
She laughed: "Silly boy, it's the safe period now, otherwise I would definitely have you wear it. If you're really uneasy, I'll go buy some medicine. It's okay, rest."
...
We agreed that whoever needed help could contact the other, and so we continued this ambiguous relationship for a while. However, I forgot our initial agreement: neither of us should develop feelings for the other, and neither of us should take it seriously.
Finally, when the "one-night stand" turned into a "multi-night stand," the rules of the game were broken, and her "feelings" for me completely lost their "one-night" element. But honestly, I didn't want to choose such a proactive girl as a girlfriend, especially since I already had a girlfriend. Besides, she had several boyfriends before; a woman who's been with countless men is only good for casual flings. In the end,
I had to change jobs. She contacted me several times, but I ignored her: one-night stands are something you can only play with if you can't handle it. Why follow the trend if you can't? Finding a partner through a one-night stand? Crazy! Why make things so tiring? (Note: The last sentence is a separate, unrelated
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