Salesman Story

A Salesperson's Tale:
I work as a salesperson at a connector manufacturer. Recently, due to the economic downturn caused by the Southeast Asian financial crisis, my sales performance has also plummeted. Not only have I lost my performance bonus, but every time I attend a meeting, my manager berates me until I'm dizzy and disoriented, feeling utterly frustrated...

Before, even with my poor sales performance, I still made around two million a month. But in the last few months, it's dropped to seven or eight hundred thousand. Although the company's overall sales have declined significantly, my performance is particularly dismal, making me the target of everyone's criticism, a pariah...

It seems I need to work harder and acquire more new clients to make up for the lost sales. Now, besides closely monitoring current customer orders to stabilize my existing sales performance, I've had to re-examine the information of previously contacted but not yet closed deals. After filtering out clients with low conversion rates or those whose deals wouldn't be very profitable, I'm focusing my efforts on several major factories.

One motherboard manufacturer in the Tucheng Industrial Zone is particularly important. This manufacturer ranks among the top 20 motherboard manufacturers in Taiwan, and their connector purchases are considerable. If I can successfully connect with them, it will definitely help my sluggish sales performance!

But there's no such thing as a free lunch, and business isn't something you can just do and expect to succeed immediately. Just like the first test every salesperson must face: dealing with customer rejection!

Hitting walls and facing setbacks was inevitable. After several days of contact, I finally made some initial progress and discovered that the person in charge of connector procurement was a female section chief named Huang Meihui. However, what followed was the beginning of a series of setbacks…

I called her several times, only to be met with a cold shoulder. She was either on the phone, in a meeting, away from her seat, or had taken a last-minute leave of absence. It was incredibly disheartening. I wanted to arrange a time to visit her to explore any business opportunities, but I couldn't even find her. But I wasn't discouraged; after all, I had been doing sales for a while… It had been going on for more than a day or two, and these minor setbacks were nothing to worry about, so I tried contacting her again...

Finally, two weeks later, I got through to her on the phone for the first time. After a few pleasantries, I briefly explained my company's business and the products we sell, and that I could offer very competitive prices and the best quality...

After listening to my introduction and quote, she said that the price was quite attractive, but she already had a supplier cooperating and had already placed an order, so the chances of her placing an order with me in the near future were quite low. She advised me not to waste too much time on her company…

another bucket of cold water was poured over me… but what was slightly comforting was that her tone wasn't entirely direct or dismissive. Although it was polite, years of experience told me that there was still a chance. So I offered to send a few samples to her company's engineering department for quality approval. She didn't say yes or no, but still advised me that orders from her company were hard to come by, and that instead of spending time on her company, I should develop other new clients…

I was very grateful. She offered her advice, explaining that even without subsequent orders, I still needed to fulfill my responsibility in business development, and asked for her continued support. Hearing this, she acknowledged my efforts and asked me to send samples to her for confirmation with the engineering department. However, she couldn't guarantee future orders. I replied, "It's okay, at least I've tried my best!" The interview then ended.

Actually, she seemed quite approachable during this conversation; her tone was unpretentious, almost like a mother or older sister, suggesting easy communication. Alright, now that we've made contact, it's time to get into the action. I won't give up until I secure the order!

Good clients are hard to find, small businesses don't have the volume, and unknown companies might be taken advantage of – it's really tough!

The next day, I arranged to visit her and bring samples for her company's engineering department to approve. That afternoon, I arrived at her company on time, and I was actually quite looking forward to this first meeting. After waiting for about ten minutes, she came out to see me, and I finally saw her true face. She apologized for making me wait so long.

She wore black-rimmed plastic glasses, which made her look quite old-fashioned. She was about 158 cm tall, and from a distance, she looked a bit like Bai Bingbing, but slightly taller. She wore a yellow pencil skirt suit, the dignified pencil skirt paired with a white shirt, giving her a rather capable manager-like appearance.

Then I started introducing my company's products to her. Actually, connectors are a very mature industry; what more is there to say? Specifications, prices, and delivery times are all that's needed to determine success or failure. But sales isn't that easy; to achieve good sales results, you must first fulfill your sales obligations. So, after getting to the point, she had nothing else to do, so we started chatting…

During this conversation, I learned more about her background…

She was about five years older than me, had been married for eight years, and her husband was a colleague at the same company, though he was currently working as the manager of the factory in mainland China, returning about every six months. I even… I jokingly asked her, "Aren't you worried your husband might have a mistress in mainland China?"

She laughed and replied, "Back then, her husband pursued her relentlessly before she agreed to marry him. So she knows his weight all too well. Even if she had the guts, she didn't have the money! Besides, you can bind a person's body but not their heart, right? The tighter you watch, the easier it is for mistakes to happen!"

I couldn't help but admire her confidence, and looking closer, it wasn't hard to imagine her youthful beauty seven or eight years ago. Actually, in my opinion, she wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her dignified demeanor and clear, organized narration were even more admirable.

We then talked about children... She has two children, a boy and a girl. Her eldest son is four years old and in kindergarten, while her two-year-old daughter is cared for by a nanny. The more she talked, the more excited she became… The lively,

energetic children immediately came to mind, appearing in her deep eyes and at the corners of her mouth. The eldest's mischievousness and the younger daughter's obedience were vividly reflected… At this moment, I looked at her again from head to toe. Perhaps because she had given birth, her slightly protruding belly was clearly visible, and her breasts were quite full, but their shape was rather pointed, making her upper body outfit look like two cones. I must admit, this kind of voluptuous sexiness was something even I found captivating; her… Her face was slightly round, but it also showed signs of aging from being a wife and mother. Her thighs were a bit too large for her body proportions, but they were still quite well-proportioned.

Later, I visited her several more times and we became more and more familiar with each other. Every time I went to her company, I would bring her some small and exquisite gifts that were neither too expensive nor offensive. She appreciated my thoughtfulness. However, the order that I was most concerned about was still nowhere to be found, which made me very anxious.

In mid-March, her company was also exhibiting at the World Trade Center Electronics Show. She went to visit and look for new suppliers. She asked me to meet her outside the World Trade Center and then we would go to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

That day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. As soon as she saw me, she exclaimed, "It's so hot..." and quickly gulped down a can of drink in her hand to feel refreshed.

She was wearing a white, rather form-fitting jumpsuit with a skirt that didn't reach her knees. At first glance, it seemed quite elegant and simple. To outsiders, her outfit was no different from that of a typical working woman. But to me, after careful observation, it presented a completely different picture...

The white jumpsuit made her look vibrant. Her breasts were already full and full, but now, with the jumpsuit being even more form-fitting and featuring a low-cut neckline, her breasts were fully exposed, and her cleavage was so deep and unfathomable due to the pressure of her breasts. Above her full, fleshy breasts, one could imagine that her bra must have been as thin as the outer layer of a condom. Her nipples, like pearls, stood clearly atop her breasts, making her even more alluring as she strolled towards me, almost arousing my lust.

If one looked closely, one could also vaguely see the white thong covering her genitals, exquisitely shapely, especially the area around her vulva, which was particularly prominent, with a narrow, arched indentation in the middle. Especially today, with the oppressive Australian heat, she was constantly sweating, her vulva damp with sweat, her clothes and flesh drenched – a truly suggestive sight…

Although, given my social experience, my sexual desires have long since transcended insatiable levels, seeing her so alluringly dressed, I couldn't help but feel an erection and my blood surging. I imagined ourselves naked, making love to her in public, sweating profusely…

Upon entering the restaurant, she went to the restroom first, so I had to find a seat and wait for her. I deliberately chose a less crowded table in a corner. When she came out of the restroom, she immediately saw my seat and walked towards me. I smiled and waved to her. Looking closer, I noticed her graceful gait, which possessed a unique air of elegance.

After the meal, I asked her the same old question: when will I finally have some business to do?!

"If you keep standing there like this, my manager is going to beat me to death!!" I said earnestly, almost pleadingly.

She paused for a moment, took a slow sip of tea, and after swallowing it, she pursed her lips and smiled faintly: "Recently, our company has also been short of orders. The number of new orders is much smaller than at this time in previous years, and we have a lot of spare parts and materials in stock. As a new supplier, you have to wait for the next wave of orders to have a chance... Besides, I have reminded you that being proactive does not mean that there will be business to be done!..." Hearing her say this, I naturally had no choice but to quickly agree.

After a back-and-forth, a fierce verbal battle, I was left feeling utterly exhausted…

But then, the most unexpected thing happened…

Just as “positivity doesn’t guarantee success,” and “negativity doesn’t mean failure,” a turning point finally arrived.

She hinted at taking a kickback. I was initially shocked and completely bewildered, but I quickly recovered, realizing I couldn’t miss this opportunity, and agreed to her request, offering a 3% kickback as per industry practice. I figured the manager wouldn’t object, and she promised to allocate 15% of her orders to me over three months…

I was overjoyed. After all, these orders added up to nearly 1.3 million a month, which was like rain after a long drought! At least I wouldn’t have to put up with the manager’s nonsense anymore!

After the deal was finalized, I finally felt a sense of relief and ease. I didn't care about the embarrassing situation of being completely defeated, and I slumped back in my chair, utterly exhausted.

So we started chatting. When she learned that I wasn't married and didn't have a girlfriend, she kindly offered to introduce me to one. I quickly thanked her, and I couldn't help but become a little more unrestrained, occasionally making sexual jokes that hinted at her married life. She was quite open about it, listening quietly to my lewd jokes, a shy smile playing on her lips, and occasionally chiming in with a few words...

After that, I gained a new understanding of her. Beneath her simple exterior, her heart was actually quite lively, and while the moral constraints of being a wife and mother held her back, a subtle curiosity about other men's bodies was also showing...

In her deep eyes, I could already see... Her sexual desires…

After a few weeks, I gradually built a foundation of mutual trust with her. We could talk about anything. She was tired of the boring gossip and entertainment industry chatter among her colleagues in the office. Although she was a woman, her awareness of the bigger picture was remarkably sharp. She could talk fluently about topics that even men would consider extremely difficult, such as the future impact of the Southeast Asian financial crisis, the regional economic instability that the long-term depreciation of the yen might cause, and the potential impact of the Clinton-Jiang Zemin summit on cross-strait relations. This

really impressed me!

Fortunately, I still have a habit of reading. I read the political and economic news, business and economics sections of newspapers every day. I browse all kinds of magazines, including World Journal, Business Weekly, Financial News, and Today Magazine. Now it has finally come in handy, which is another benefit. Although my arguments are not as grand as those of the experts on TV, I was able to offer a different perspective, which convinced her! Otherwise, wouldn't I be no different from any other mediocre salesperson, losing all my appetite?

Aside from these dry current events, we actually share many common interests. For example, she, like me, dislikes spicy food and is easygoing... In the realm of literature, we sang Zhu Tianxin's songs endlessly, Zhang Xiaofeng's essay collections, Xi Murong's "Seven Mile Fragrance," and Xiao Ye's "The Life of a Chrysanthemum"... These were all pursuits we shared in our youth!

Her care and meticulous protection of her children showed me the gentle side of motherhood... My dedication to work, my hopes and plans for the future earned her high praise!

After she gradually trusted me as a person, she treated me like a younger brother, as if I were her own son. Finally, we both unknowingly fell into a vortex of lust...

In a chance encounter, she couldn't resist my teasing and stimulation, and since she didn't particularly resist, we finally had our first sexual encounter...

That day, she came to the head office on Section 4, Xinyi Road in Taipei for a meeting. After it ended around 1 p.m., she called me on her mobile phone and asked if I could pick her up and take her back to Tucheng. I happened to be near Section 4, Nanjing East Road, so I readily agreed.

When I picked her up, she was wearing a pink and white striped pencil skirt suit, leaning weakly against the wall. Her face was pale. As soon as she got into the car, she weakly complained that she was about to faint. Because the air conditioning was too strong during the meeting, she was shivering and sneezing. I saw that her eyes were tightly closed, she was covered in cold sweat, even the back of her shirt was soaked, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked exhausted, like she had just returned from an adventure. She slumped limply in her seat...

This sight made me feel sorry for her. I thought about how she, a woman, had struggled in the workplace, charging headlong into a man's world, and must have faced many setbacks...

When the car was almost to Tucheng, it was nearly two o'clock, and she made a last-minute decision to go straight home instead of going back to the company. I nodded in agreement: "That's good, get some rest!"

Her apartment was located on Section 3 of Central Road in Tucheng, a twenty-story residential building. Having known her for so long, this was the first time I had ever been to her home. When the car arrived at the building entrance, she seemed to have fallen asleep due to exhaustion. I gently shook her awake, and she paused for a moment before helplessly opening her eyes. "We're home!" I said, gently shaking her shoulder.

I thought she would go upstairs by herself, but instead, she looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "Aren't you going up for coffee?!"

"But there don't seem to be many parking spaces here...?"

"It's okay, drive to the entrance of the underground parking lot at the back. Parking space B3, number 12 is mine."

So, following her directions, I drove around to parking space B3, number 12 in the underground parking lot.

She told me that she bought a parking space along with the apartment. Previously, her husband's car used it, but he's been stationed in mainland China for the past two or three years. She usually takes the bus to work, stopping at just two stops. Since she doesn't drive, the car just sits idle in the space. Last time her husband came back, he even gave the car to his younger brother, so the space is currently empty.

Wow! She's so wise and farsighted! The parking problem in Taipei has become increasingly serious in recent years; buying a car without a parking space is practically torture!

After parking, I followed her into the elevator on the sixteenth floor, into her apartment.

"I've really troubled you today."

"Oh, it's nothing..." I felt a little guilty; it was just driving!

"I'll make you some coffee first, you can rest for a bit before you go, okay?" she instructed in a tone like an old woman. I had no choice but to obediently sit on the sofa in the living room, picking up a newspaper and slowly examining it.

After taking off her high heels, she went straight into the bedroom and came out a moment later, having removed her pink jacket from her suit, along with her handbag and earrings, which she probably tossed onto the bed. But she seemed much more relaxed than when she got out of the car. She then walked towards the kitchen. "Don't be shy, you should get some rest!" I said, casually crossing my legs while looking at the newspaper.

She seemed distracted. She made herself a cup of coffee and took a plate from the refrigerator before coming out.

She placed coffee and a fruit platter on the low table in front of me, along with a packet of sugar and creamer. "Oh dear, the house is a mess, I don't have much to offer. Here, have a drink to perk you up. You've really been kind of me today..."

"We're practically strangers, why are you being so polite?!" I muttered mischievously.

She stood in front of me, hands on her hips, smiling, and said, "Alright, I'm going to take a shower first. You can read the newspaper, okay?!" With that, she headed towards the bedroom. I suppose there's a bathroom there!

So I pretended to be relaxed, reclining comfortably, reading the newspaper and sipping my coffee.

Her apartment, nearly 40 pings (approximately 66.6 square meters), had a fairly square layout, featuring a standard three-bedroom, two-living room design. The

living room alone was nearly 10 pings (approximately 3.3 square meters), making it quite spacious. About ten minutes later, she emerged from the bedroom, wearing a sheer white nightgown over a strapless white bra that accentuated her full, firm breasts. Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, her pectoral muscles were exceptionally rounded, with a rosy glow. Her full, soft breasts, like swollen water balloons, seemed ready to burst forth, incredibly alluring. Her fair body was damp with water droplets, which clung to the white gauze, making her appear almost naked, revealing her figure and fueling endless fantasies...

Her lower body was covered by a close-fitting white thong. Although her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, her body extended inward and downward to the entrance of her vagina, without any excess. Therefore, although the entrance of her vagina was concave and rounded, the proportions were just right. In addition, the pubic hair around the entrance of her vagina and the undulating flesh of her vagina were faintly visible through the bright panties...

Oh my god, I almost had a nosebleed... I didn't expect the older sister to be so unreserved with me...

She gently brushed her wet hair back and walked over to me, then sat down in the empty seat to my left. A fragrant sunflower scent wafted from her body, spreading and invigorating, arousing me greatly…

Even with my mature and composed nature, I probably couldn't resist the alluring figure before me…

“Wow! So comfortable…” she said contentedly.

Seeing that she had shaken off her fatigue, I got up to say goodbye, but she urged me to stay a little longer. Firstly, there was traffic on the way back, and secondly, she had to pick up the two children from the nanny at 6:30. Since there was still an hour or so until 6:00, we might as well chat and pass the time…

So I stayed and we chatted about all sorts of things. During our conversation, some erotic jokes inevitably drifted in, and I occasionally made suggestive teasing remarks, lighthearted yet subtle, which made her chuckle... and perhaps I had effortlessly opened her heart...

As we talked, I jokingly asked her, "With your husband so far away on the mainland, do you only rely on fantasies for sexual satisfaction?!" She was quite open with herself, not at all shy about my question, just a little reserved, shrugging with a wry smile.

We gazed at each other quietly for a while, and I inhaled the fragrance emanating from her. "Sister Huang!...

I..." I was overcome with impulse, and I even wanted to touch her shoulder. She gazed at me tenderly, a slight blush rising on her delicate face… her eyes, filled with a gentle, pleading light… I looked deeply into the depths of her soul.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Time seemed to stand still for an unknown amount of time… I knew that at this moment, I had broken down her reserve, ignited her passion, and opened her heart… She lay quietly against the back of the sofa, closing her eyes contentedly…

And so, the thirsty tiger, seeing a piece of delicious human flesh before it, finally suppressed all its exhaustion, forcefully broke open the gate, and leaped out… I carefully placed my hand on her shoulder and gently caressed it. She did not resist, so I slowly kneaded it, massaging back and forth on her right shoulder, while she quietly closed her eyes.

Within minutes, my right middle finger was stroking the edge of her right breast, gently kneading it back and forth. She finally sighed, but kept her eyes closed. "What we're doing is wrong. Have you thought about the serious consequences?" Her tone was calm, but it didn't stop my further teasing. I didn't answer, but quietly slid my fingers down her shoulder, breast, armpit...

Finally, I lifted her bra, and immediately a plump, fresh, specially cultivated, extra-large peach bounced out. These soft, plump breasts, freed from their restraints, swayed incessantly, quite tempting...

I greedily stared at her two large breasts, almost unable to swallow my saliva. She lowered her head shyly, and I slowly moved forward, pressing my hand against her nipple and sucking. The sweet taste was like a refreshing spring, cleansing my body and soul…

I licked her right breast for a few weeks, then moved to her left… I slowly inserted my left index finger into her vagina, and she trembled slightly in surprise.

“Slowly…slowly put it in…” she said, her eyes filled with longing and pleading.

“Yes, I will.” I carefully and gently explored the unfathomable depths of her honeyed cave…

Her vaginal fluids gushed forth uncontrollably.

Meihui satisfiedly enjoyed the unparalleled pleasure brought by my finger constantly roaming and stimulating her vagina.

"Ah...ah...again..."

Although her vagina wasn't large, it was just the right tightness, offering no obstruction. Scraping back and forth along the walls of her vagina, the soft flesh felt like dough saturated with syrup. The sensation of being deeply inside was more comfortable than thrusting with a penis, without the exertion of using all one's strength during normal intercourse. It was incredibly easy and comfortable...

My hand felt like an unstoppable python ravaging Mei Hui's lower body. The opening of her vagina bit and gnawed without restraint. Under the constant digging and teasing, Mei Hui finally shed her restraint and gradually sank into the abyss of sexual indulgence...

Mei Hui's body slowly arched upwards. My left hand was not idle at this time either, gently kneading her breasts. My whole hand rhythmically kneaded the area around her breasts. The touch was quite soft and moderate. It was really hard to imagine that a woman in her thirties could still have such tender elasticity.

I watched as Meihui lay peacefully on the sofa, contentedly enjoying my sexual massage. A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and her lower body continuously released a large amount of pleasurable fluid, almost soaking her underwear and even dripping onto the sofa. My right hand was also submerged in the overflowing fluid…

“Do you want to come in?!” Meihui asked, half-closing her eyes, her legs slightly parted, even though my hand was already ravaging them.

She looked at me affectionately, her curled-up body twitching intermittently from stiffness. Her body had been completely conquered by me, like a defeated general captured by me, at my mercy…

“I…” Actually, I hesitated quite a bit. What if falling in was a bottomless pit… the consequences… were unimaginable?!

Although my penis was incredibly swollen and painful, I still felt I had to be patient. I didn't want Mei-hui to test my limits so easily. After all, having enough reserves is essential for a long-term battle; if I used up all my ammunition at once, how could I fight again?!

While ejaculation is the ultimate goal of sex, if it happens unprepared and due to a moment of impulsiveness, it could easily lead to me accidentally leaving my seed, which would be quite troublesome. Although Mei-hui didn't reach orgasm this time, it would still whet her appetite and make her vagina unbearably itchy... Next time, directly penetrating her entrance would be no problem at all!

Summoning courage from who knows where, even with the army already breaching the city gates, I suddenly stopped: "I didn't wear a condom! Besides, it's almost time, and you'll have to take care of the baby later..."

She paused for a moment, then came to her senses: "I see... ah..."

"Alright, what we did was a bit too impulsive..." Her voice was slightly breathless from the caressing.

"You lie down and rest a bit more, I'll tidy up and leave... um..." I patted her cheek.

"Mmm..." Mei Hui lay docilely on the sofa like a kitten. "Will you come again?"

"Yes, I will. Call me anytime you need me! Okay?!"

As I expected, Mei Hui could no longer resist the intense pleasure I brought her, a pleasure born of unrestrained lust.

Afterwards, I straightened my disheveled shirt, tied my tie, and got up to leave without a second thought.

I was incredibly excited, because my first direct encounter with Mei Hui had been a resounding victory!

From then on, she finally shed the layers of thick clothing that had been covering her body, revealing me naked and unashamed, fully enjoying the climax of our extramarital affair.

Most importantly, she trusted me not only to satisfy her sexual needs but also to keep this a secret!

This was undoubtedly her long-cherished desire: "Beyond the ordinary life of marriage, there was a private space where she could completely indulge her desires without any moral burden!"

But she also wanted me to adhere to one principle: "No feelings involved in sex!"

Of course, I knew my limits. As soon as sex was over, I would turn around and leave without a word, ensuring neither of us was hurt and leaving her with no reservations. This further earned her trust, especially since I wasn't married and didn't even have a girlfriend.

Having such a unique partner, occasionally engaging in intense, sweaty lovemaking to release pent-up energy without any responsibility, was an unexpected blessing.

Over the months, I became increasingly familiar with this purchasing manager. Sometimes when I went to deliver goods, if no one else was around, we would flirt and tease each other, pinching and touching each other, and I wouldn't mind deliberately touching her breasts. Perhaps this manager had an extremely strong sex drive. Occasionally, I would take advantage of her and touch her genitals, and she would remain expressionless, neither awkward nor uncomfortable. Perhaps she even enjoyed the pleasure of extramarital affairs!

Of course, I am not the kind of shameless pervert. When it's time to do serious business, I work hard and never procrastinate or delay important matters.

This is what she admires most about me: when it's time to play, I can indulge in pleasure to the fullest; when it's time to work, I'm fully focused and dedicated…

It's this fundamental belief that makes us indulge in this pleasurable process of making love…

Our passionate lovemaking has slowly become a combination of experimentation and adventure.

On Saturday, her company held a trip, but she couldn't go because she had to take care of her child. She needed to submit the purchasing costs the following Monday, so she asked me to come and confirm the specifications of the new connectors.

When I arrived at her company, we went to a small meeting room alone to discuss it. When we were almost finished, she gave me a wink, and I knew what she meant.

It turned out she wanted to do business there—how exciting!!

To avoid leaving any smell, she spread out the newspapers she had brought and placed them on the chair, then laid out a few sheets of toilet paper. In this way, even though the waves were surging, once she was done, she rolled up the newspapers and cleaned up neatly, leaving not a trace.

She unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and gently played with it, stroking and rubbing it up and down. My penis soon stood erect and stiff as steel.

I reached inside her tight skirt; she wasn't wearing underwear, which surprised me, but it made things easier for me. I gently dug into her vulva, playing with the thick pubic hair back and forth, as if a powerful electric current was running through her body. She gasped, immersed in the exciting satisfaction. She trembled slightly, pulling her hand back from playing with my penis onto the table, resting her chin on her hands, closing her eyes, looking completely lost in ecstasy.

Her vaginal fluid kept flowing out, and my fingers were also covered in it, making it even smoother to move in and out. I thrust, teased, dug, scooped, and scraped harder...

Perhaps to avoid suspicion, and also to increase the stimulation, I only used my left hand to masturbate her genitals, while my right hand casually drew lines and wrote words with a pen.

Sometimes she would open her eyes to listen to my acting and nod in agreement, so that passersby wouldn't notice anything amiss...

Her cheeks were already flushed, and at this moment she whispered to me that she was about to climax, and instructed me to keep the pace of my stimulation...

My penis had been erect and hard for a long time, hardly relaxing at all. Then she used her right hand to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse, pulled down her bra, and instantly her two firm breasts sprang out, with the two nipples... Her head was already jumping up and down impatiently, and then she naturally started rubbing it...

I quietly watched her enjoy the pleasure of soaring through the void...

Another time, I delivered goods to her company. The warehouse manager was on leave, and there were a lot of goods. These connectors were made of steel and the like, so you can imagine how heavy they were. Even I, a big man, had a bit of a hard time lifting them. She instructed me to push the goods directly into the warehouse, and she would count them. So I followed behind and pushed the goods into the warehouse with a handcart.

She turned on the light and told me to pile the connectors on the aisle about five meters from the door. Because they hadn't been counted, they couldn't be put directly on the shelf.

Then she closed the warehouse door and came to my side. She asked me for the delivery note to check them one by one. She bent down and opened the boxes one by one to count the quantity.

She wore a sheer, gauze-like skirt, and in the dim light, her white thong was faintly visible. Her high, pert buttocks were shapely and alluring, truly arousing the imagination…

“Wow! Your white thong is so tempting,” I immediately teased her.

“How could it be?” she replied, still busy checking the goods.

“Why don’t you squat down to check? Standing like this must be tiring,” I said kindly.

“I can squat down later when I get tired,” she explained.

“Have you ever been fucked from behind? Especially at work, like right now?” I asked slyly.

“It’s work time now, and you’re still playing around?” she said, looking at the packaging on the outer box.

“Is it okay?” I asked seriously.

“91, 92, 95…” She didn’t answer, but I knew she had given her consent.

I gently lifted her skirt, and she didn't stop me. I then carefully pulled the hem of her skirt up to her bra.

"Don't wrinkle my skirt," she warned without turning her head. "Don't worry, I'm a pro at this..."

I quickly pulled down my suit trousers, letting my erect penis, through my underwear, press against her anus.

"Mmm..." she breathed excitedly, trying to squeeze my penis

between her buttocks. Then I gently circled her anus a few times, making even me feel incredibly excited. Afterward, I pressed my rough penis against her vulva, rubbing it back and forth.

I didn't take off her panties, so the sensation of my penis touching her vagina was even more unique. With a soft and skillful touch, I pressed my penis against the entrance of her vagina, rubbing, touching, and teasing her anus back and forth...

Finally, I dug open her pool of vaginal fluid, and soon half of her panties were soaked. This made me even more eager to lift my underwear with my penis, like a sharp cone constantly drilling, bumping, and pushing forward...

Before long, my penis also oozed streams of clear lubricating liquid, coating the front edge of her underwear.

"One hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and fifty..." she counted intently. "Hmm... Ah..." She occasionally shuddered as the current passed through her body, but I still didn't want to take off her panties and insert my penis into her vagina for intercourse. After all, it was still working hours, and she had to go to work later!

Besides, such caresses and such intense penetration are already stimulating enough. There's no need to waste precious energy on intercourse. She knows my style. As soon as she's finished, our alternative sex will come to an end. I just need to wipe my penis and vagina with toilet paper, pull down my skirt, put on my suit pants, zip them up, straighten my clothes, and I can leave the warehouse immediately. She can go back to her work station, and I can say thank you and leave. It's not a problem at all. It's satisfying, and it won't leave a mess of semen stains. It's a win-win situation.

Just as my semen was about to erupt, I froze, stopping myself from ejaculating. A moment later, my hard penis softened, and the bloodthirsty python immediately collapsed. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket, wiped my underwear and penis, put on my suit trousers, and tidied myself. Then I wiped her vulva and anus, as well as her underwear, which was stained with a large amount of her fluids. After cleaning her, I pulled down her skirt and gently patted her buttocks a few times. At this moment, she stood up and said, "Okay, the quantity is correct!" She

then signed the delivery slip and handed me a copy. "I almost ejaculated just now...you know what?" she lewdly grinned.

"Oh, really?" I asked casually, and the two of us quickly walked out of the storeroom, ending our quick sex that lasted less than five minutes.

From then on, I realized more deeply that beneath her conservative exterior lay a fiery, even wanton, heart, only concealed by worldly etiquette. She was usually a strict and dignified manager, but once given the opportunity to break free, her true sexual desires were revealed.

Once, she went to Linkou to attend a primary school classmate's wedding. Because it was difficult to get a taxi back, she asked me to pick her up around four or five in the afternoon.

"It's the weekend, a golden holiday for catching up on sleep, and I have to travel all the way to Linkou..." I protested.

"Hey, you don't have a girlfriend anyway, you're just killing time, might as well come out and hang out... Remember that!!!"

"Then why are we only going at 4:30?! A wedding isn't a marathon, you can't have lunch and not leave until 4!"

"We haven't seen each other in years, we should catch up... You dare not come?!..." Wow, she's showing her trump card, I can't argue with her... I have to surrender.

Before I knew it, the weekend was here.

What a sunny weekend afternoon, feeling refreshed, the traffic was smooth, I was extremely happy.

I picked her up promptly at 4:30 PM. As soon as we got in the car, her cheeks were slightly flushed, probably from drinking a little.

She smiled at me with narrowed eyes, "So happy... to see all these elementary school classmates... so many years, everyone has changed so much..." Once she started talking, a string of words flowed like the Yellow River, endlessly...

It seems I have to be a good listener... and that's not enough, I also have to occasionally chime in and discuss it...

After talking about a bunch of trivial things, she sighed, "Marriage is actually quite tiring..."

"How could that be?! Didn't you marry a good husband..." I asked casually.

"Actually..."

"..."

Only then did she reveal that she and her husband had already separated. Shortly after he was transferred to work in mainland China, rumors spread that he was having an affair with a female worker in a factory there.

She was furious, but because of their child, she could only silently endure it...

It was then that I realized why she rarely mentioned her husband.

She was sobbing quietly in the car, her lips pursed, her hand tightly gripping my hand on the gearshift.

I pulled the car over to the side of the road, and in an instant she hugged me, sobbing softly: "I never imagined my husband would do something so wrong to me..."

"What should I do..." I panicked too, and the cramped space in the car made it even more uncomfortable, so I suggested we go outside for some fresh air. She had no idea what to do and could only agree.

Recalling the past, she couldn't help but lower her head in despair and sob softly... After a while, her mood gradually calmed down.

I drove the car into the Linkou Industrial Zone and parked in a quiet alley.

The sky was getting dark, and with the recent consecutive holidays, the surrounding factories were even quieter with fewer people coming and going.

After getting out of the car, we stood with our backs to the door. The increasingly gray sky, the desolate autumn scenery, and the dense thickets of reeds on both sides enveloped us. A cool evening breeze blew in gusts, refreshing us and lifting our spirits considerably. What a beautiful autumn moon to admire!

She wore a sleeveless white jumpsuit paired with white sandals, looking incredibly light and elegant. The white dress was made of only a thin layer of fabric, its light style clearly showing off the curves of her body, subtly revealing them, which was quite alluring. Since she wasn't wearing a shirt, her undergarments were clearly visible: a white bra and matching white panties, nothing else.

Although it was getting dark, her firm breasts, pushing up the curves of her dress, were already drawing me in, accelerating my arousal. The shape of her panties was clearly visible, further fueling my excitement and desire.

She glanced at me a few times, then lowered her head shyly. This gesture clearly aroused my male hormones, and I strongly felt the overwhelming pleasure she felt from her desire for sexual climax. I immediately tensed up, preparing for the ensuing battle. I reached out from behind, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gazed at her quietly.

She moved her hips to my crotch and slowly swayed from side to side, rubbing my penis against her trousers.

I understood her meaning, so I asked her to lift her skirt. I then pulled down her panties to her ankles, and then pulled down her trousers to take out my penis.

I lowered my body slightly, so that her vagina was perfectly positioned to hold my penis. But I didn't rush into her; instead, I first teased her a few times with my hand.

Soon, my penis was engorged with blood, like a rocket with its engine ignited, ready to launch.

I gently caressed her vulva with my hand, and soon, her juices began to flow. Slowly, I pushed my penis in. She gasped, her whole body trembling slightly, presumably from the impact of my erect penis… and her snow-white skin, her faint fragrance, gave me unparalleled pleasure!

Right there in the middle of the road, openly and brazenly, two people, lost in their sensual desires, were thrusting, having sex, and releasing their pent-up desires without any restraint… What an exhilarating experience!

I held her buttocks with both hands, and her hips sank down in response. "Ah... um..." She felt as if she had been electrocuted, the sensation rushing to her head, and she exhaled a breath of extreme comfort. I tentatively thrust a few times, penetrating and hooking, until my engorged and full penis was fully inside her vagina. Her vaginal muscles greedily devoured my penis, and her vaginal fluids overflowed continuously, flowing uncontrollably, further lubricating my thick and swollen penis from the back-and-forth friction.

I pressed against her vaginal opening, scraping left and right, squelching, squelching, squelching... then circling around it. Her vagina still thirstily sucked at my penis, like waves rhythmically crashing against the shore. Then, with all my strength, I straightened my penis and thrust it deep into her honey hole.

"Ah, ah..." I gasped, my voice strained and hoarse.

Her hands instinctively ripped off her bra, her firm breasts, already trembling and hard, formed inverted funnels pressed against her chest. She unconsciously grasped her breasts, swaying and twisting them from side to side—this obscene action only made my heart race even faster.

I took a deep breath, my thrusts becoming even more intense, until finally we were tightly intertwined as one.

"Ah...again..."

As I used all my signature techniques—seven shallow thrusts followed by one deep one—I poke, dig, squeeze, and suck, she gasped for breath in ecstasy. I could feel my engorged and thick penis piercing her vaginal walls, forcefully pushing against her flesh, reaching her cervix without hindrance. The powerful thrusts made her tremble with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure soaring to the heavens.

"Ah... um... so good... so comfortable... I want... again... ah... again..."

After about a hundred thrusts, we were both panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and her juices were gushing out of her opening. She was almost completely submerged in my upper body, and she was already in a dazed state. I felt a tingling sensation at my ejaculation point, and I knew I was about to reach my limit. I held my breath, enduring this final moment, stimulating my penis to become even harder... harder... like a steel blade...

At this moment, just as my ejaculation point was about to burst, I mustered my last bit of strength and, like a mad bull's crescent-shaped horns, thrust forward with all my might.

"Ah..." I charged forward with my erect penis.

"Ah..." I slashed again, wildly slashing, killing, stomping, thrusting...

"Hmm... Ugh..." I thrust down again.

"Ah... Ah..." I thrust in with all my might once more.

This time, I clenched my buttocks and thrust all the way in, "Ah... um..." almost breaking through her cervix. My penis, like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, stretched out rapidly, easily slicing through her uterus like a sharp blade, passing through her breasts, piercing her throat, and finally penetrating the back of her head, reaching the root of her desire nerves, thoroughly piercing...

Finally, my ejaculation gate opened, and my long-accumulated semen, like a burst dam at Shimen Reservoir, was released and boiled through a narrow pipe, finally squeezed into a sealed fire hydrant. The boiling semen accumulated at the hydrant, its density increased, and the pressure rapidly rose, continuing to rise to the critical point, finally... The iron plug was eroded, creating a small hole. The scalding, thick semen then destroyed the plug, gushing out uncontrollably into the depths of her uterus…

The boiling semen soaked her vulva, vaginal muscles, and uterine walls, leaving them unable to move. At that moment, her entire body felt as if it had been struck by lightning; she froze, lifeless…

And I… As the spray began, her entire body felt as if it were being rapidly covered in snow, as if a powerful electric current had suddenly pierced through her veins and nerves. An indescribable pleasure rushed to her brain, followed by a few tremors throughout her body. This feeling was incredibly pleasant and exhilarating, soaring to the heavens...

After about two or three minutes, she finally came to her senses and groaned with her mouth agape.

"Ah...that felt so good." She gasped, clutching her breasts, sobbing uncontrollably...

and I, having exerted myself too much, collapsed onto the grass like a paralyzed man after ejaculating, my whole body drenched in sweat...

I'm a salesman at a connector manufacturer. Recently, due to the economic downturn caused by the Southeast Asian financial crisis, my sales have plummeted. Not only have I lost my performance bonus, but every time I attend a meeting, my manager berates me until I'm dizzy and disoriented. Looking around, I felt incredibly frustrated...

Even when my performance was terrible, I still made around two million a month. But in the last few months, it all dropped to seven or eight hundred thousand. Although the company's overall performance has declined significantly, my performance is even worse. I've become the target of everyone's criticism, a pariah...

It seems I need to work harder and find more new clients to make up for the lost revenue. Now, besides closely monitoring current customer orders to stabilize my existing sales performance, I've had to re-examine the information of previously contacted but not yet closed deals. After filtering out clients with low conversion rates or those whose deals wouldn't be very profitable, I'm focusing my efforts on several major factories.

One motherboard manufacturer in the Tucheng Industrial Zone is particularly important. This manufacturer ranks among the top 20 motherboard manufacturers in Taiwan, and their connector purchases are considerable. If I can successfully connect with them, it will definitely help my sluggish sales performance!

But there's no such thing as a free lunch, and business isn't something you can just do and expect to succeed immediately. Just like the first test every salesperson must face: dealing with customer rejection!

Hitting walls and facing setbacks was inevitable. After several days of contact, I finally made some initial progress and discovered that the person in charge of connector procurement was a female section chief named Huang Meihui. However, what followed was the beginning of a series of setbacks…

I called her several times, only to be met with a cold shoulder. She was either on the phone, in a meeting, away from her seat, or had taken a last-minute leave of absence. It was incredibly disheartening. I wanted to arrange a time to visit her to explore any business opportunities, but I couldn't even find her. But I wasn't discouraged; after all, I had been doing sales for a while… It had been going on for more than a day or two, and these minor setbacks were nothing to worry about, so I tried contacting her again...

Finally, two weeks later, I got through to her on the phone for the first time. After a few pleasantries, I briefly explained my company's business and the products we sell, and that I could offer very competitive prices and the best quality...

After listening to my introduction and quote, she said that the price was quite attractive, but she already had a supplier cooperating and had already placed an order, so the chances of her placing an order with me in the near future were quite low. She advised me not to waste too much time on her company…

another bucket of cold water was poured over me… but what was slightly comforting was that her tone wasn't entirely direct or dismissive. Although it was polite, years of experience told me that there was still a chance. So I offered to send a few samples to her company's engineering department for quality approval. She didn't say yes or no, but still advised me that orders from her company were hard to come by, and that instead of spending time on her company, I should develop other new clients…

I was very grateful. She offered her advice, explaining that even without subsequent orders, I still needed to fulfill my responsibility in business development, and asked for her continued support. Hearing this, she acknowledged my efforts and asked me to send samples to her for confirmation with the engineering department. However, she couldn't guarantee future orders. I replied, "It's okay, at least I've tried my best!" The interview then ended.

Actually, she seemed quite approachable during this conversation; her tone was unpretentious, almost like a mother or older sister, suggesting easy communication. Alright, now that we've made contact, it's time to get into the action. I won't give up until I secure the order!

Good clients are hard to find, small businesses don't have the volume, and unknown companies might be taken advantage of – it's really tough!

The next day, I arranged to visit her and bring samples for her company's engineering department to approve. That afternoon, I arrived at her company on time, and I was actually quite looking forward to this first meeting. After waiting for about ten minutes, she came out to see me, and I finally saw her true face. She apologized for making me wait so long.

She wore black-rimmed plastic glasses, which made her look quite old-fashioned. She was about 158 cm tall, and from a distance, she looked a bit like Bai Bingbing, but slightly taller. She wore a yellow pencil skirt suit, the dignified pencil skirt paired with a white shirt, giving her a rather capable manager-like appearance.

Then I started introducing my company's products to her. Actually, connectors are a very mature industry; what else is there to say? Specifications, prices, and delivery times are all that's needed to determine success or failure. But sales isn't that easy. To achieve good sales results, you must first fulfill your sales obligations. So, after getting to the point, she had nothing else to do, so we started chatting...

Along the way, I learned more about her background...

She was about five years older than me. She's been married for eight years, and her husband is still a colleague at the same company. He's currently working as a manager at a factory in mainland China, and comes back about every six months. I jokingly asked her, "Aren't you worried your husband might have a mistress in mainland China?"

She laughed and replied, "Back then, her husband pursued her relentlessly before she agreed to marry him. So she knows him all too well. Even if she had the guts, she wouldn't have the money! Besides, you can control a person's body but not their heart, right? The tighter you watch over them, the easier it is for mistakes to happen!"

I couldn't help but admire her confidence, and upon closer inspection, it wasn't hard to imagine her youthful beauty and graceful figure seven or eight years ago. Actually, in my opinion, she wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her dignified demeanor and clear, organized explanations were even more captivating.

We then talked about her children; she has two, a boy and a girl. Her eldest son is four years old and currently in kindergarten. My daughter, who had just turned two in kindergarten, was being looked after by a babysitter. The more she talked, the more excited she became… The image of a lively, energetic child immediately surfaced in her eyes and on her lips; the older child's mischievousness and the younger

child's obedience were vividly reflected… At this moment, I looked her over again. Perhaps because she had given birth, her slightly protruding belly was clearly visible, while her chest was quite… She was voluptuous, but her breasts were quite pointed, making her upper body suit look like two cones. I must admit, this kind of sexy bust even captivated me; her face was slightly round, but also showed the signs of aging from being a wife and mother. Her thighs were a bit too large in proportion to her body, but still quite well-proportioned…

Later, I visited her several more times and became more and more familiar with her. Every time I went to her company, I would… I specially brought her some small, exquisite gifts—not too expensive, and not something to gossip about. She appreciated my thoughtfulness. However, the order I was most concerned about was still nowhere to be found, which was making me very anxious…

In mid-March, her company was also exhibiting at the World Trade Center Electronics Show. She went to visit and look for new suppliers. She asked me to meet her outside the World Trade Center so we could go to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

That day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. As soon as she saw me, she exclaimed, “It’s so hot…” and quickly gulped down a can of beverage in her hand to feel refreshed.

She was wearing a white, rather form-fitting jumpsuit with a skirt that didn't reach her knees. At first glance, it looked quite simple and elegant. To outsiders, her outfit was no different from that of a typical working woman. But to me, after careful observation, it presented a completely different picture...

The white jumpsuit made her look vibrant. Her breasts were already full and full, but now, with the jumpsuit being even more form-fitting and featuring a low-cut neckline, her breasts were fully exposed, and her cleavage was so deep and unfathomable due to the pressure of her breasts. Above her full, fleshy breasts, one could imagine that her bra must have been as thin as the outer layer of a condom. Her nipples, like pearls, stood clearly atop her breasts, making her even more alluring as she strolled towards me, almost arousing my lust.

And if one looked closely, one could vaguely see the white thong covering her genitals, exquisitely shapely, especially the area around her vulva, which was particularly prominent, with a narrow, arched indentation in the middle. Especially today, with the oppressive Australian heat, she was constantly sweating, her vulva also damp, her flesh and clothes soaked – truly arousing my imagination…

Although, with my social experience … As for his sexual desires, they had long since transcended the level of insatiable cravings. However, seeing her so alluringly dressed, he couldn't help but feel an erection and his blood surging. He imagined a scene of public, naked, and sweaty intercourse with her...

Upon entering the restaurant, she went to the restroom first, so I had to find a seat and wait for her. I deliberately chose a less crowded table in the corner. When she came out of the restroom, she immediately saw my seat and walked towards me. I smiled and waved to her. Looking closely, I noticed her elegant gait, which possessed a unique air of refinement.

After the meal, I asked her the same old question: when will I be able to get some business?

"If you keep standing there like this, my manager is going to beat me to death!!" I said earnestly, almost pleadingly.

She paused for a moment, took a slow sip of tea, and after swallowing it, she pursed her lips and smiled faintly: "Recently, our company has also been short of orders. The number of new orders is much smaller than at this time in previous years, and we have a lot of spare parts and materials in stock. As a new supplier, you have to wait for the next wave of orders to have a chance... Besides, I have reminded you that being proactive does not mean that there will be business to be done!..." Hearing her say this, I naturally had no choice but to quickly agree.

After a back-and-forth, a fierce verbal battle, I was left feeling utterly exhausted…

But then, the most unexpected thing happened…

Just as “positivity doesn’t guarantee success,” and “negativity doesn’t mean failure,” a turning point finally arrived.

She hinted at taking a kickback. I was initially shocked and completely bewildered, but I quickly recovered, realizing I couldn’t miss this opportunity, and agreed to her request, offering a 3% kickback as per industry practice. I figured the manager wouldn’t object, and she promised to allocate 15% of her orders to me over three months…

I was overjoyed. After all, these orders added up to nearly 1.3 million a month, which was like rain after a long drought! At least I wouldn’t have to put up with the manager’s nonsense anymore!

After the deal was finalized, I finally felt a sense of relief and ease. I didn't care about the embarrassing situation of being completely defeated, and I slumped back in my chair, utterly exhausted.

So we started chatting. When she learned that I wasn't married and didn't have a girlfriend, she kindly offered to introduce me to one. I quickly thanked her, and I couldn't help but become a little more unrestrained, occasionally making sexual jokes that hinted at her married life. She was quite open about it, listening quietly to my lewd jokes, a shy smile playing on her lips, and occasionally chiming in with a few words...

After that, I gained a new understanding of her. Beneath her simple exterior, her heart was actually quite lively, and while the moral constraints of being a wife and mother held her back, a subtle curiosity about other men's bodies was also showing...

In her deep eyes, I could already see... Her sexual desires…

After a few weeks, I gradually built a foundation of mutual trust with her. We could talk about anything. She was tired of the boring gossip and entertainment industry chatter among her colleagues in the office. Although she was a woman, her awareness of the bigger picture was remarkably sharp. She could talk fluently about topics that even men would consider extremely difficult, such as the future impact of the Southeast Asian financial crisis, the regional economic instability that the long-term depreciation of the yen might cause, and the potential impact of the Clinton-Jiang Zemin summit on cross-strait relations. This

really impressed me!

Fortunately, I still have a habit of reading. I read the political and economic news, business and economics sections of newspapers every day. I browse all kinds of magazines, including World Journal, Business Weekly, Financial News, and Today Magazine. Now it has finally come in handy, which is another benefit. Although my arguments are not as grand as those of the experts on TV, I was able to offer a different perspective, which convinced her! Otherwise, wouldn't I be no different from any other mediocre salesperson, losing all my appetite?

Aside from these dry current events, we actually share many common interests. For example, she, like me, dislikes spicy food and is easygoing... In the realm of literature, we sang Zhu Tianxin's songs endlessly, Zhang Xiaofeng's essay collections, Xi Murong's "Seven Mile Fragrance," and Xiao Ye's "The Life of a Chrysanthemum"... These were all pursuits we shared in our youth!

Her care and meticulous protection of her children showed me the gentle side of motherhood... My dedication to work, my hopes and plans for the future earned her high praise!

After she gradually trusted me as a person, she treated me like a younger brother, as if I were her own son. Finally, we both unknowingly fell into a vortex of lust...

In a chance encounter, she couldn't resist my teasing and stimulation, and since she didn't particularly resist, we finally had our first sexual encounter...

That day, she came to the head office on Section 4, Xinyi Road in Taipei for a meeting. After it ended around 1 p.m., she called me on her mobile phone and asked if I could pick her up and take her back to Tucheng. I happened to be near Section 4, Nanjing East Road, so I readily agreed.

When I picked her up, she was wearing a pink and white striped pencil skirt suit, leaning weakly against the wall. Her face was pale. As soon as she got into the car, she weakly complained that she was about to faint. Because the air conditioning was too strong during the meeting, she was shivering and sneezing. I saw that her eyes were tightly closed, she was covered in cold sweat, even the back of her shirt was soaked, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked exhausted, like she had just returned from an adventure. She slumped limply in the chair...

This scene filled me with pity. She was a woman, navigating the workplace, charging headlong into a man's world; she must have faced many setbacks…

As the car approached Tucheng, it was nearly 2 AM. She made a last-minute decision to go straight home instead of returning to the company. I nodded in agreement: "That's good, get some rest!"

Her apartment was located on Section 3 of Central Road in Tucheng, a 20-story residential building. Having known her for so long, this was the first time I'd visited her home. When the car arrived at the building, she seemed exhausted and had fallen asleep. I gently shook her awake. She paused for a moment, then reluctantly opened her eyes. "We're home!" I said, gently shaking her shoulder.

I assumed she'd come upstairs herself, but instead, she looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "Aren't you coming up for coffee?!"

"But there don't seem to be many parking spaces here...?"

"It's okay, just drive to the entrance of the basement parking lot at the back. Parking space B3, number 12 is mine."

So, following her directions, I went to parking space B3, number 12 in the basement parking lot.

She told me that she bought a parking space along with the house, and it used to be her husband's car parked there. However, her husband has been stationed in mainland China for the past two or three years, and she usually takes the bus to work, stopping at just two stops. Since she doesn't drive, the car just sits there unused. Last time her husband came back, he even gave the car to his younger brother, so the parking space is currently empty.

Oh dear! My older sister is truly wise and farsighted! The parking problem in Taipei has become increasingly serious in recent years; buying a car without a parking space is practically torture!

After parking, I followed her into the elevator on the sixteenth floor, into her apartment.

"I've really troubled you today."

"Oh, it's nothing..." I felt a little guilty; it was just driving!

"I'll make you some coffee first, you can rest for a bit before you go, okay?" she instructed in a doting, old-woman tone. I had no choice but to obediently sit on the sofa in the living room, picking up a newspaper to slowly examine it.

After she took off her high heels... She went straight into the bedroom and came out a short while later, having taken off her pink coat and bag, along with her earrings, which she probably tossed onto the bed. She seemed much more relaxed than when she got out of the car and headed to the kitchen. "Don't be shy, you should get some rest!" I said, casually crossing my legs while looking at the newspaper.

She seemed distracted, as she made herself a coffee and took a plate from the refrigerator before coming out.

She placed coffee and a fruit platter on the low table in front of me, along with a packet of sugar and creamer. "Oh dear, the house is a mess, I don't have much to offer. Here, have a drink to perk you up. You've really been kind of me today..."

"We're practically strangers, why are you being so polite?!" I muttered mischievously.

She stood in front of me, hands on her hips, smiling, and said, "Alright, I'm going to take a shower first. You can read the newspaper, okay?!" With that, she headed towards the bedroom. I suppose there's a bathroom there!

So I pretended to be relaxed, reclining comfortably, reading the newspaper and sipping my coffee.

Her apartment, nearly 40 pings (approximately 66.6 square meters), had a fairly square layout, featuring a standard three-bedroom, two-living room design. The

living room alone was nearly 10 pings (approximately 3.3 square meters), making it quite spacious. About ten minutes later, she emerged from the bedroom, wearing a sheer white nightgown over a strapless white bra that accentuated her full, firm breasts. Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, her pectoral muscles were exceptionally rounded, with a rosy glow. Her full, soft breasts, like swollen water balloons, seemed ready to burst forth, incredibly alluring. Her fair body was damp with water droplets, which clung to the white gauze, making her appear almost naked, revealing her figure and fueling endless fantasies...

Her lower body was covered by a close-fitting white thong. Although her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, her body extended inward and downward to the entrance of her vagina, without any excess. Therefore, although the entrance of her vagina was concave and rounded, the proportions were just right. In addition, the pubic hair around the entrance of her vagina and the undulating flesh of her vagina were faintly visible through the bright panties...

Oh my god, I almost had a nosebleed... I didn't expect the older sister to be so unreserved with me...

She gently brushed her wet hair back and walked over to me, then sat down in the empty seat to my left. A fragrant sunflower scent wafted from her body, spreading and invigorating, arousing me greatly…

Even with my mature and composed nature, I probably couldn't resist the alluring figure before me…

“Wow! So comfortable…” she said contentedly.

Seeing that she had shaken off her fatigue, I got up to say goodbye, but she urged me to stay a little longer. Firstly, there was traffic on the way back, and secondly, she had to pick up the two children from the nanny at 6:30. Since there was still an hour or so until 6:00, we might as well chat and pass the time…

So I stayed and we chatted about all sorts of things. During our conversation, some erotic jokes inevitably drifted in, and I occasionally made suggestive teasing remarks, lighthearted yet subtle, which made her chuckle... and perhaps I had effortlessly opened her heart...

As we talked, I jokingly asked her, "With your husband so far away on the mainland, do you only rely on fantasies for sexual satisfaction?!" She was quite open with herself, not at all shy about my question, just a little reserved, shrugging with a wry smile.

We gazed at each other quietly for a while, and I inhaled the fragrance emanating from her. "Sister Huang!...

I..." I was overcome with impulse, and I even wanted to touch her shoulder. She gazed at me tenderly, a slight blush rising on her delicate face… her eyes, filled with a gentle, pleading light… I looked deeply into the depths of her soul.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Time seemed to stand still for an unknown amount of time… I knew that at this moment, I had broken down her reserve, ignited her passion, and opened her heart… She lay quietly against the back of the sofa, closing her eyes contentedly…

And so, the thirsty tiger, seeing a piece of delicious human flesh before it, finally suppressed all its exhaustion, forcefully broke open the gate, and leaped out… I carefully placed my hand on her shoulder and gently caressed it. She did not resist, so I slowly kneaded it, massaging back and forth on her right shoulder, while she quietly closed her eyes.

Within minutes, my right middle finger was stroking the edge of her right breast, gently kneading it back and forth. She finally sighed, but kept her eyes closed. "What we're doing is wrong. Have you thought about the serious consequences?" Her tone was calm, but it didn't stop my further teasing. I didn't answer, but quietly slid my fingers down her shoulder, breast, armpit...

Finally, I lifted her bra, and immediately a plump, fresh, specially cultivated, extra-large peach bounced out. These soft, plump breasts, freed from their restraints, swayed incessantly, quite tempting...

I greedily stared at her two large breasts, almost unable to swallow my saliva. She lowered her head shyly, and I slowly moved forward, pressing my hand against her nipple and sucking. The sweet taste was like a refreshing spring, cleansing my body and soul…

I licked her right breast for a few weeks, then moved to her left… I slowly inserted my left index finger into her vagina, and she trembled slightly in surprise.

“Slowly…slowly put it in…” she said, her eyes filled with longing and pleading.

“Yes, I will.” I carefully and gently explored the unfathomable depths of

her honeyed cave… Her vaginal fluids gushed forth uncontrollably.

Meihui satisfiedly enjoyed the unparalleled pleasure brought by my finger roaming and stimulating her vagina.

“Ah…ah…again…”

Although her vagina wasn't large, it was still just the right tightness, offering no obstruction. Scraping and squeezing along the vaginal walls, the soft flesh felt like a dough saturated with syrup. The sensation of being deeply inside was far more pleasurable than thrusting with a penis, without the strenuous effort required for a full-body thrust in a normal position. It was incredibly easy and comfortable…

My hand was like an unstoppable python at the entrance of Mei Hui's vagina, brazenly exploring her. With a hissing and biting, and under constant digging and teasing, Mei Hui finally shed her restraint and gradually sank into the abyss of sexual indulgence...

Mei Hui's body slowly arched upwards, and my left hand did not rest at this time, gently rubbing her breasts, my whole hand rhythmically kneading around her breasts, the touch was quite soft and moderate, it was really hard to imagine that a woman in her thirties could still have such tender elasticity.

I watched as Meihui lay peacefully on the sofa, contentedly enjoying my sexual massage. A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and her lower body continuously released a large amount of pleasurable fluid, almost soaking her underwear and even dripping onto the sofa. My right hand was also submerged in the overflowing fluid…

“Do you want to come in?!” Meihui asked, half-closing her eyes, her legs slightly parted, even though my hand was already ravaging them.

She looked at me affectionately, her curled-up body twitching intermittently from stiffness. Her body had been completely conquered by me, like a defeated general captured by me, at my mercy…

“I…” Actually, I hesitated quite a bit. What if falling in was a bottomless pit… the consequences… were unimaginable?!

Although my penis was incredibly swollen and painful, I still felt I had to be patient. I didn't want Mei-hui to test my limits so easily. After all, having enough reserves is essential for a long-term battle; if I used up all my ammunition at once, how could I fight again?!

While ejaculation is the ultimate goal of sex, if it happens unprepared and due to a moment of impulsiveness, it could easily lead to me accidentally leaving my seed, which would be quite troublesome. Although Mei-hui didn't reach orgasm this time, it would still whet her appetite and make her vagina unbearably itchy... Next time, directly penetrating her entrance would be no problem at all!

Summoning courage from who knows where, even with the army already breaching the city gates, I suddenly stopped: "I didn't wear a condom! Besides, it's almost time, and you still have to take care of the kids later..."

She paused for a moment, then came to her senses: "I see... ah..."

"Alright, what we did was a bit too impulsive to begin with..." Her voice was slightly breathless from the caresses.

"You lie down and rest a bit more, I'll tidy up and leave... um..." I patted her cheek.

"Mmm..." Mei Hui lay docilely on the sofa like a kitten. "Will you come again?"

"Yes, I will, call me anytime you need me! Okay?!"

As I expected, Mei Hui could no longer resist the intense pleasure of my unrestrained lust.

Afterwards, having straightened my disheveled shirt and tied my tie, I rose to leave without a second thought.

I was incredibly excited, for my first direct encounter with Mei-hui had been a resounding victory!

From then on, she finally shed the layers of heavy clothing that had covered her body, revealing herself naked to me, completely unashamed, and fully enjoying the climax of our extramarital affair.

Most importantly, she trusted that I could not only satisfy her sexual needs but also keep this a secret!

This was undoubtedly her long-cherished desire: "Beyond the mundane life of marriage, there was a private space where she could completely indulge her desires without any moral burden!"

But she also wanted me to adhere to one principle: "No feelings involved in sex!"

Of course, I knew my limits. As soon as sex was over, I would turn around and leave without a word, ensuring neither of us was hurt and leaving her with no reservations. This, in turn, earned her even more trust. Besides, I wasn't married yet and didn't even have a girlfriend.

Now, having such a unique partner, occasionally engaging in intense, sweaty lovemaking to release pent-up energy, without any responsibility, was an unexpected blessing.

Over the months, I became increasingly familiar with this purchasing manager. Sometimes when I went to deliver goods, if no one else was around, we would flirt and tease each other, pinching and touching each other, and I wouldn't mind deliberately touching her breasts. Perhaps this manager had an extremely strong sex drive. Occasionally, I would take advantage of her and touch her genitals, and she would remain expressionless, neither awkward nor uncomfortable. Perhaps she even enjoyed the pleasure of extramarital affairs!

Of course, I am not the kind of shameless pervert. When it's time to do serious business, I work hard and never procrastinate or delay important matters.

This is what she admires most about me: when it's time to play, I can indulge in pleasure to the fullest; when it's time to work, I'm fully focused and dedicated…

It's this fundamental belief that makes us indulge in this pleasurable process of making love…

Our passionate lovemaking has slowly become a combination of experimentation and adventure.

On Saturday, her company held a trip, but she couldn't go because she had to take care of her child. She needed to submit the purchasing costs the following Monday, so she asked me to come and confirm the specifications of the new connectors.

When I arrived at her company, we went to a small meeting room alone to discuss it. When we were almost finished, she gave me a wink, and I knew what she meant.

It turned out she wanted to do business there—how exciting!!

To avoid leaving any smell, she spread out the newspapers she had brought and placed them on the chair, then laid out a few sheets of toilet paper. In this way, even though the waves were surging, once she was done, she rolled up the newspapers and cleaned up neatly, leaving not a trace.

She unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and gently played with it, stroking and rubbing it up and down. My penis soon stood erect and stiff as steel.

I reached inside her tight skirt; she wasn't wearing underwear, which surprised me, but it made things easier for me. I gently dug into her vulva, playing with the thick pubic hair back and forth, as if a powerful electric current was running through her body. She gasped, immersed in the excitement of satisfaction. She trembled slightly, pulling her hand back from playing with my penis onto the table, resting her chin on her hands, closing her eyes, looking completely lost in ecstasy.

Her vaginal fluid kept flowing out, and my fingers were also covered in it, making it even smoother to move in and out. I thrust, teased, dug, scraped, and pried harder...

Perhaps to avoid suspicion, and also to increase the stimulation, I only used my left hand to masturbate her genitals, while my right hand casually drew lines and wrote words with a pen.

Sometimes she would open her eyes to listen to my acting and nod in agreement, so that passersby wouldn't notice anything amiss...

Her cheeks were already flushed, and at this moment she whispered to me that she was about to climax, and instructed me to keep the pace of my stimulation...

My penis had been erect and hard for a long time, hardly relaxing at all. Then she used her right hand to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse, pulled down her bra, and instantly her two firm breasts sprang out, with the two nipples... Her head was already jumping up and down impatiently, and then she naturally started rubbing it...

I quietly watched her enjoy the pleasure of soaring through the void...

Another time, I delivered goods to her company. The warehouse manager was on leave, and there were a lot of goods. These connectors were made of steel and the like, so you can imagine how heavy they were. Even I, a big man, had a bit of a hard time lifting them. She instructed me to push the goods directly into the warehouse, and she would count them. So I followed behind and pushed the goods into the warehouse with a handcart.

She turned on the light and told me to pile the connectors on the aisle about five meters from the door. Because they hadn't been counted, they couldn't be put directly on the shelf.

Then she closed the warehouse door and came to my side. She asked me for the delivery note to check them one by one. She bent down and opened the boxes one by one to count the quantity.

She wore a sheer, gauze-like skirt, and in the dim light, her white thong was faintly visible. Her high, pert buttocks were shapely and alluring, truly arousing the imagination…

“Wow! Your white thong is so tempting,” I immediately teased her.

“How could it be?” she replied, still busy checking the goods.

“Why don’t you squat down to check? Standing like this must be tiring,” I said kindly.

“I can squat down later when I get tired,” she explained.

“Have you ever been fucked from behind? Especially at work, like right now?” I asked slyly.

“It’s work time now, and you’re still playing around?” she said, looking at the packaging on the outer box.

“Is it okay?” I asked seriously.

“91, 92, 95…” She didn’t answer, but I knew she had given her consent.

I gently lifted her skirt, and she didn't stop me. I then carefully pulled the hem of her skirt up to her bra.

"Don't wrinkle my skirt," she warned without turning her head. "Don't worry, I'm a pro at this..."

I quickly pulled down my suit trousers, letting my erect penis, through my underwear, press against her anus.

"Mmm..." she breathed excitedly, trying to squeeze my penis

between her buttocks. Then I gently circled her anus a few times, making even me feel incredibly excited. Afterward, I pressed my rough penis against her vulva, rubbing it back and forth.

I didn't take off her panties, so the sensation of my penis touching her vagina was even more unique. With a soft and skillful touch, I pressed my penis against the entrance of her vagina, rubbing, touching, and teasing her anus back and forth...

Finally, I dug open her pool of vaginal fluid, and soon half of her panties were soaked. This made me even more eager to lift my underwear with my penis, like a sharp cone constantly drilling, bumping, and pushing forward...

Before long, my penis also oozed streams of clear lubricating liquid, coating the front edge of her underwear.

"One hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and fifty..." she counted intently. "Hmm... Ah..." She occasionally shuddered as the current passed through her body, but I still didn't want to take off her panties and insert my penis into her vagina for intercourse. After all, it was still working hours, and she had to go to work later!

Besides, such caresses and such intense penetration are already stimulating enough. There's no need to waste precious energy on intercourse. She knows my style. As soon as she's finished, our alternative sex will come to an end. I just need to wipe my penis and vagina with toilet paper, pull down my skirt, put on my suit pants, zip them up, straighten my clothes, and I can leave the warehouse immediately. She can go back to her work station, and I can say thank you and leave. It's not a problem at all. It's satisfying, and it won't leave a mess of semen stains. It's a win-win situation.

Just as my semen was about to erupt, I froze, stopping myself from ejaculating. A moment later, my hard penis softened, and the bloodthirsty python immediately collapsed. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket, wiped my underwear and penis, put on my suit trousers, and tidied myself. Then I wiped her vulva and anus, as well as her underwear, which was stained with a large amount of her fluids. After cleaning her, I pulled down her skirt and gently patted her buttocks a few times. At this moment, she stood up and said, "Okay, the quantity is correct!" She

then signed the delivery slip and handed me a copy. "I almost ejaculated just now...you know what?" she lewdly grinned.

"Oh, really?" I asked casually, and the two of us quickly walked out of the storeroom, ending our quick sex that lasted less than five minutes.

From then on, I realized more deeply that beneath her conservative exterior lay a fiery, even wanton, heart, only concealed by worldly etiquette. She was usually a strict and dignified manager, but once given the opportunity to break free, her true sexual desires were revealed.

Once, she went to Linkou to attend a primary school classmate's wedding. Because it was difficult to get a taxi back, she asked me to pick her up around four or five in the afternoon.

"It's the weekend, a golden holiday for catching up on sleep, and I have to travel all the way to Linkou..." I protested.

"Hey, you don't have a girlfriend anyway, you're just killing time, might as well come out and hang out... Remember that!!!"

"Then why are we only going at 4:30?! A wedding isn't a marathon, you can't have lunch and not leave until 4!"

"We haven't seen each other in years, we should catch up... You dare not come?!..." Wow, she's showing her trump card, I can't argue with her... I have to surrender.

Before I knew it, the weekend was here.

What a sunny weekend afternoon, feeling refreshed, the traffic was smooth, I was extremely happy.

I picked her up promptly at 4:30 PM. As soon as we got in the car, her cheeks were slightly flushed, probably from drinking a little.

She smiled at me with narrowed eyes, "So happy... to see all these elementary school classmates... so many years, everyone has changed so much..." Once she started talking, a string of words flowed like the Yellow River, endlessly...

It seems I have to be a good listener... and that's not enough, I also have to occasionally chime in and discuss it...

After talking about a bunch of trivial things, she sighed, "Marriage is actually quite tiring..."

"How could that be?! Didn't you marry a good husband..." I asked casually.

"Actually..."

"..."

Only then did she reveal that she and her husband had already separated. Shortly after he was transferred to work in mainland China, rumors spread that he was having an affair with a female worker in a factory there.

She was furious, but because of their child, she could only silently endure it...

It was then that I realized why she rarely mentioned her husband.

She was sobbing quietly in the car, her lips pursed, her hand tightly gripping my hand on the gearshift.

I pulled the car over to the side of the road, and in an instant she hugged me, sobbing softly: "I never imagined my husband would do something so wrong to me..."

"What should I do..." I panicked too, and the cramped space in the car made it even more uncomfortable, so I suggested we go outside for some fresh air. She had no idea what to do and could only agree.

Recalling the past, she couldn't help but lower her head in despair and sob softly... After a while, her mood gradually calmed down.

I drove the car into the Linkou Industrial Zone and parked in a quiet alley.

The sky was getting dark, and with the recent consecutive holidays, the surrounding factories were even quieter with fewer people coming and going.

After getting out of the car, we stood with our backs to the door. The increasingly gray sky, the desolate autumn scenery, and the dense thickets of reeds on both sides enveloped us. A cool evening breeze blew in gusts, refreshing us and lifting our spirits considerably. What a beautiful autumn moon to admire!

She wore a sleeveless white jumpsuit paired with white sandals, looking incredibly light and elegant. The white dress was made of only a thin layer of fabric, its light style clearly showing off the curves of her body, subtly revealing them, which was quite alluring. Since she wasn't wearing a shirt, her undergarments were clearly visible: a white bra and matching white panties, nothing else.

Although it was getting dark, her firm breasts, pushing up the curves of her dress, were already drawing me in, accelerating my arousal. The shape of her panties was clearly visible, further fueling my excitement and desire.

She glanced at me a few times, then lowered her head shyly. This gesture clearly aroused my male hormones, and I strongly felt the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing from her desire for sexual climax. I immediately tensed up, bracing myself for the ensuing passion. I reached out from behind, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gazed at her quietly.

She moved her hips to my crotch and slowly swayed them from side to side, rubbing my penis against her trousers.

I understood what she meant, so I asked her to lift her skirt. I then pulled down her panties to her heels, and then pulled down her crotch to take out my penis.

I lowered my body slightly so that her vagina was just holding my penis, but I wasn't in a hurry to enter her. Instead, I first poked and prodded my penis a few times.

Soon, my penis was engorged with blood, like a rocket with its engine ignited, ready to launch.

I gently caressed her vulva with my hand, and soon, her juices began to flow. Slowly, I pushed my penis in. She gasped, her whole body trembling slightly, undoubtedly from the impact of my erect penis… and her snow-white skin, her faint fragrance, also gave me unparalleled pleasure!

Right there in the middle of the road, brazenly, two people, lost in their lust, were thrusting, having sex, and releasing their pent-up desires without any restraint… What an exhilarating experience!

I held her buttocks with both hands, and her hips sank down in response. "Ah... um..." She felt as if she had been electrocuted, the sensation rushing to her head, and she exhaled a breath of extreme comfort. I tentatively thrust a few times, penetrating and hooking, until my engorged and full penis was fully inside her vagina. Her vaginal muscles greedily devoured my penis, and her vaginal fluids overflowed continuously, flowing uncontrollably, further lubricating my thick and swollen penis from the back-and-forth friction.

I pressed against her vaginal opening, scraping left and right, squelching, squelching, squelching... then circling around it. Her vagina still thirstily sucked at my penis, like waves rhythmically crashing against the shore. Then, with all my strength, I straightened my penis and thrust it deep into her honey hole.

"Ah, ah..." I gasped, trying to suppress my voice as I screamed.

Her hands instinctively ripped off her bra, revealing her firm breasts, which had already trembled and hardened into inverted funnels pressed against her chest. She subconsciously grabbed her breasts, swaying and twisting them from side to side. This obscene action made my heart beat even faster.

I took a deep breath, and my thrusts became even more intense, until finally we were tightly intertwined as one.

"Ah...again..."

As I used all my signature techniques—nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one—I pried, dug, squeezed, and sucked, making her gasp with pleasure...I could feel my engorged and swollen penis piercing into her vaginal muscles, forcefully pushing against the walls of her vagina, reaching the very edge of her uterus without any obstruction. This powerful force made her tremble with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure soaring to the heavens.

"Ah... um... so good... so comfortable... I want... again... ah... again..."

After about a hundred thrusts, we were both panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and her juices were gushing out of her opening, almost submerging my upper body. She was in a dazed state, and I felt a tingling sensation at my ejaculation point. I knew I was about to give in. Holding my breath, I endured this last moment, stimulating my penis to become even harder... harder... like a steel blade...

At this moment, just as my ejaculation point was about to burst, I mustered my last bit of strength and, like a mad bull thrusting its crescent-shaped horns, stabbed forward with all my might.

"Ah..." I thrust forward with my erect penis.

"Ah..." I slashed again, wildly slashing, killing, stomping, and thrusting...

"Hmm... Ooh..." I stabbed down again.

"Ah... Ah..." I thrust in with all my might.

This time, I clenched my buttocks and thrust all the way in, "Ah... um..." almost breaking through her cervix. My penis, like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, stretched out rapidly, easily slicing through her uterus like a sharp blade, passing through her breasts, piercing her throat, and finally penetrating the back of her head, reaching the root of her desire nerves, thoroughly piercing...

Finally, my ejaculation gate opened, and my long-accumulated semen, like a burst dam at Shimen Reservoir, was released and boiled through a narrow pipe, finally squeezed into a sealed fire hydrant. The boiling semen accumulated at the hydrant, its density increased, and the pressure rapidly rose, continuing to rise to the critical point, finally... The iron plug was eroded, creating a small hole. The scalding, thick semen then destroyed the plug, gushing out uncontrollably into the depths of her uterus…

The boiling semen soaked her vulva, vaginal muscles, and uterine walls, leaving them unable to move. At that moment, her entire body felt as if it had been struck by lightning; she froze, lifeless…

And I… As the spray began, her entire body felt as if it were being rapidly covered in snow, as if a powerful electric current had instantly pierced her nerves. An indescribable pleasure surged through her brain, followed by a few tremors. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable and exhilarating, soaring to the heavens…

After about two or three minutes, she finally came to her senses, moaning incoherently.

“Ah…it felt so good.” She gasped, clutching her breasts, sobbing uncontrollably…

And I, having used too much force, collapsed onto the grass like a paralyzed man after ejaculating, my body drenched in sweat…

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