My beautiful colleague, Sister Yun

I first met Sister Yun at the boss's birthday party. I remember I was mingling confidently among a group of new and old employees (actually, I was considered a new employee at the time), when Xiao Juan, the cashier (a younger, older employee), who was always sticking close to me, suddenly screamed: "Sister Yun is here!"

The scene felt like a scene change in a movie; the focus of the entire room instantly shifted to the doorway. The boss and the older employees rushed forward to greet her, and Xiao Juan, back beside me, finally let me know—the newcomer was none other than Sister Yun, the company's most beautiful woman, who was stationed in out-of-town markets. The square-faced man beside Sister Yun was her newlywed husband, Brother Shi, tall, imposing, and handsome. Combined with Sister Yun's trench coat and flowing hair, the two looked like a match made in heaven. That scene, frozen in time, holds an indescribable beauty in my heart, and remains unforgettable to this day.

I first met Sister Yun at the boss's birthday party. I remember being among a group of new and old employees, brimming with confidence (actually, I was considered a new employee myself). Xiao Juan, the cashier (a younger, older employee) who was always by my side, suddenly shrieked: "Sister Yun is here!"

The scene felt like a scene change in a movie; the entire room's focus shifted to the doorway. The boss and other senior employees rushed forward to greet her. Xiao Juan, back beside me, finally revealed the arrival—the company's most beautiful woman, Sister Yun, who was stationed in out-of-town markets. Beside her stood her square-faced husband, Brother Shi, tall, imposing, and handsome. Combined with Sister Yun's trench coat and flowing hair, the two looked like a match made in heaven. That scene, frozen in time, evoked an indescribable beauty that remains etched in my heart to this day.

I saw Sister Yun again a year later at her birthday banquet. Before Sister Yun even arrived, the talkative Xiao Juan and the gossipy accountant Sister Li had already let most of the colleagues know that Sister Yun and her husband were having a love triangle on their way there—the specific reason being Brother Shi's pettiness (which isn't surprising—men with beautiful wives often seem to be petty). At that time, although I had a strange interest in Sister Yun, given my age and circumstances, I wasn't particularly interested in the domestic affairs of married women, so I didn't inquire further. I only remember seeing Sister Yun looking sullen that day, with a touching, sorrowful expression on her face, which stirred a pang of sadness in my heart!

The third time I saw Sister Yun was six years later, and after that, our meetings couldn't be counted in terms of frequency anymore—in 2004, Sister Yun and I became close business partners—as the general manager and deputy general manager of a beauty products company, we worked together and spent a long time together—fate played a trick on us! From then on, another woman entered my life!

My life and Yun's life crossed paths because of a business trip that only the two of us participated in.

Actually, Yun and I are both very dedicated to our work. Although we spent a lot of time together, and we admired and liked each other, it never really developed into anything romantic. This business trip, however, freed us from our busy daily lives, allowing us to spend time together in a relaxed and carefree state of mind, which finally led to our feelings igniting like dry tinder!

During the trip, from the moment we entered the waiting area, Yun was as happy as a child, constantly making witty remarks, like how a gentleman should take care of ladies when traveling, and I would easily laugh along.

When boarding, because it was almost the end of the year, everyone had a lot of stuff, so finding seats was quite chaotic. Sister Yun, who was walking in front of me, was suddenly jostled by a passenger carrying a suitcase and stumbled, falling onto me. Instinctively, I caught her, my arm pressing against her chest. I immediately felt a soft, yielding sensation, and miraculously, my penis instantly hardened, pressing against her large buttocks. I felt the magical, contradictory softness and elasticity emanating from her buttocks. Actually, it was only a fleeting moment; I immediately and naturally helped Sister Yun up. I didn't know if she felt anything, but this was my first intimate encounter with her, and it was from that moment that my desire for her began to burn fiercely!

Upon arriving at our destination, we each called home to let them know we were safe and reassured our families—details unnecessary. The host organization took meticulous care of us, providing meals, entertainment, and arranging the inspection itinerary. Of course, there was plenty of free time. I called the company again and learned that there had been no fire, which put my mind at ease. So the next afternoon, I started acting as a street bodyguard for Sister Yun, who called herself a "little woman"—when you first arrive in a new place, you naturally have to check on the progress of women's work, as well as the lives and shopping of women, especially the supply situation in high-end shopping malls—this was a perfectly legitimate job! And with a beautiful woman by my side and no worries on my mind, I was naturally happy to accompany her; moreover, when crossing the street and dodging traffic, Sister Yun would always instinctively hide behind me and hold my arm tightly, looking exactly like a little woman, which filled me with the spiritedness of a man, like I was back in college, where I didn't need to be cautious and could do whatever I wanted!

After spending two days together in a long-distance relationship, Yun and I quickly developed feelings for each other. We could both see the admiration and affection in each other's eyes, but neither of us dared to break the ice. I, being introverted, had a loving wife at home. Although I was tempted, I was genuinely afraid of the serious consequences. The saying "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow" swirled in my mind a million times! As for Yun, although she was cheerful and disappointed in her husband at the time, I knew from spending so much time with her that she was definitely not a promiscuous person. We both had expectations, yet neither dared to take the initiative to change the situation. So, looking back, we were like a pair of innocent young lovers, hesitant and uncertain, about to taste forbidden fruit. I

saw Yun again a year later at her birthday party. Before Sister Yun even arrived, the talkative Xiao Juan and the gossipy accountant Sister Li had already let most of the colleagues know that Sister Yun and her husband were having a love triangle on their way here—the specific reason being Brother Shi's pettiness (which isn't surprising—men with beautiful wives often seem to be petty). At that time, although I had a strange interest in Sister Yun, given my age and state of mind, I wasn't particularly interested in the domestic affairs of married women, so I didn't inquire further. I only remember seeing Sister Yun looking sullen that day, with a touching, sorrowful expression on her face, which stirred a pang of sadness in my heart!

On the third day, we went to the county town for sightseeing, without needing our host organization to accompany us, which was probably due to our mutual understanding. Then we stayed at a very old villa-style guesthouse. When checking in, Sister Yun hesitated and said to me, "Could we share a room? It's a bit eerie here, I don't dare to stay alone!" I was naturally delighted, but I kept wondering: Was Sister Yun trying to seduce me? Should I take the initiative? What if Sister Yun disagrees and turns on me? If Sister Yun agrees, how will we get along in the future? What about our families?

While I was struggling with this internal struggle, we had already finished washing up and were lying in our respective beds. Sister Yun seemed preoccupied, and deliberately made a joke, saying, "Don't get the wrong idea about sharing a room with me. When we worked in the market, it was common for men and women to share rooms to save money. Don't feel pressured!" I said, "Don't worry, aren't we sisters? How could I think too much? But looking at you, you're afraid of cars when crossing the street and afraid of the dark when staying in hotels. You're not like a sister at all. I'd call you my little sister!"

We chatted for a while, but when we turned on the light, Sister Yun couldn't sleep, and when we turned off the light, she was afraid of the dark. So I pretended to be generous and stretched out my hand: "Come on, let's hold hands and sleep. That way you won't be afraid!" And so we spent our first night together, holding hands—very proper, without any little movement, even though my heart was boiling with excitement!

Another day passed, and when we returned to the provincial capital, it was the last day of the year. That evening, without bothering the people from our host organization, just the two of us celebrated the upcoming New Year in the hotel restaurant (back then, nobody cared about Christmas!). During the meal, we chatted about the relaxing and enjoyable trip, and also felt a faint sadness at the fleeting nature of such beautiful moments and our impending return to endless mundane affairs. Back at the hotel, I had already vomited twice from being heavily intoxicated by Sister Yun (who has a much higher alcohol tolerance than me). Emboldened by the alcohol, I asked Sister Yun, "Should I stay with you tonight, so you won't be scared?" Sister Yun blushed and said, "Sure, tonight is so special, let's chat together!"

So I left my room empty and moved into Sister Yun's room. In an ambiguous atmosphere, we washed up separately. I complained of a headache, and Sister Yun came over to massage my head. I wanted to hug Sister Yun several times, but I didn't—I really didn't dare to take that step! I thought of my wife! I thought of my children! I thought of Uncle Lei Feng! My ancestors! At that moment, I was truly an absolutely good person!

We lay down to sleep and chatted idly. Finally, the demon within me erupted in silence. The demon roared in my heart: You're going to miss out, you fool! Then, rambling on, I said to Sister Yun, "I want to hug you, is that okay?"

Sister Yun was taken aback, sat up, and then I saw a glimmer of light in her eyes and a blush on her face. "Sure! It's almost the new year, let's have a New Year's hug!"

As we sat on the bed, embracing each other with the standard etiquette of a hug, the beast within me was already dazed by the tingling sensation of her breasts. A murmur escaped my throat: "I want to kiss you, okay?"

Suddenly, Yun Jie pulled away, startling me. She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, saying, "No! That won't do! Don't touch me like that!" In my surprise, I saw the mischievous smile in Yun Jie's eyes and on her lips. So I pulled her, blanket and all, into my arms, shaking my head to find her red lips. At this moment, she burst out laughing, shouting, "Indecent assault!"

The previous hesitation and restraint vanished like smoke, and the ambiguity transformed into a surge of passion in the air. We laughed and joked on the bed until I finally kissed her lips—soft lips! Her two hands cradled my head, and her small tongue, nestled in her mouth, reached for my white teeth, tentatively probing the foreign object inside. After several rounds of back-and-forth negotiations—hooking, licking, pressing, and circling—my tongue finally persuaded hers. Her tongue withdrew, and then a strong suction force pulled my tongue deep into her mouth. Meanwhile, Sister Yun's hands vigorously rubbed my head back and forth, as if trying to suck my entire head in. Oh, Sister Yun is such a passionate beauty!

At that moment, I was lying on top of her through the blanket. We kissed for a while, then paused to catch our breath, exchanging glances, both of us filled with endless passion. I felt my penis was as hard as an iron rod, so I manipulated it, moving it outside the blanket, pressing it against Yun Jie's legs through her clothes and the blanket. Yun Jie's eyes were already moist, as if tears were about to flow, a playful smile on her lips, while her legs mischievously twisted and turned, dodging my iron rod's attack. Finally, as I kissed her lips again, our tongues entwined in an inseparable embrace, my rod accurately hit its target through the blanket—the result of this hit was: Yun Jie let out a loud and rapid cry—Ah! Then Yun Jie's legs suddenly stiffened, her body arched upwards, and I saw the shimmering light in Yun Jie's eyes turn into a stream of excited tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes. With my not-so-extensive experience with sex, I knew Yun Jie had orgasmed! Our first intimate encounter! I stimulated her to orgasm through the blanket while she was wearing only a shirt! That scene is unforgettable! Afterwards, I naturally crawled under the covers, embracing Sister Yun. No words were needed; we silently savored the slowly fading intoxicating passion together.

The third time I saw Sister Yun was six years later, and after that, our meetings couldn't be counted in terms of frequency—in 2004, Sister Yun and I became close business partners—as the general manager and deputy general manager of a beauty products company, we worked together and spent a long time together—fate played a trick on us! From then on, another woman entered my life!

The intersection of Sister Yun's and my lives occurred during a business trip that only the two of us participated in.

Actually, Yun and I are both very dedicated to our work. Although we spend a lot of time together, we admire and like each other, but it never really developed into anything romantic. This business trip, however, freed us from our busy schedules, allowing us to be together in a relaxed and carefree state of mind, which finally led to our feelings igniting like dry tinder!

Later, we slept in our own beds—but after the passion slowly subsided, an awkward atmosphere unconsciously arose between Yun and me. We both still had reservations, and I think anyone who has truly experienced this kind of relationship can relate! At least, what troubled me at the time was how we would get along in the future. Yun and I admire each other, and we were mutually attracted. We crossed a line a little, and that was it! It wasn't a big deal, but we didn't end up having an affair, which is something to be thankful for. We tried to restrain ourselves, after all, we both have families.

For the next two days, we slowly adjusted our mindset. When no one was around, we would communicate with our eyes, and then we couldn't help but hug and kiss, but we both resisted taking the final step! That feeling was both sweet and agonizing, just like schoolchildren in love.

Finally, our trip ended, and we returned to our old lives, carrying our secrets with us!

Back from the business trip, Yun and I finally couldn't suppress our feelings and broke free of our inhibitions, having sex. Actually, it was five months after we returned—although we took every opportunity to hug, kiss, touch breasts, and even genitals (all through clothes), we never had intercourse. Heh, admire me, my self-control is top-notch! Hey! Don't scold me! The truth is, I was scared. I was afraid the affair would go too far, ruining my family and my future! I was also afraid my conscience wouldn't allow it! Yun probably felt the same way; back then, we were both absolutely good people! (Hehe, how silly I was back then! Thinking about it now, I'm a good person, just a good person who made a small mistake! -- The key is that my wife, who had a slight sense of things, had silently forgiven me. What else can I say? Now I'll just be a good wife!)

The real breakthrough in my relationship with Sister Yun stemmed from a disagreement we had at work. That day, there was a social event hosted by a government department that required us to attend together, even though we were having a falling out and giving each other the cold shoulder. During the event, Sister Yun (our main person) was very assertive, and after the guests left, Sister Yun, who was in a bad mood, was already staggering. Because Sister Yun lives far away, she usually stays at the hotel contracted by our company if she stays up late for social events. So, my driver and I settled her in the hotel, and then I had the driver take me home. Not far away, I received a text message from Sister Yun: I'm feeling really bad, can you come and keep me company?

I discreetly drove to my doorstep, dismissed the driver, and called my wife to tell her I had to accompany a guest to the bathhouse and wouldn't be coming home. At that moment, I realized—Yun and I were finally about to take that crucial step!

I texted Yun beforehand to open the door, then slipped into the room. Like a practiced run-through, I was greeted by Yun's fiery red lips. No words, no hints needed; in a flurry of whispered kisses and rapid breathing, we were already naked. Our hands were exploring each other's long-desired bodies, as if we had rediscovered a long-lost treasure!

I removed the arm wrapped around my neck, patted Yun's soft, white buttocks, feeling waves of pleasure wash over me, and told her, "I'm going to take a shower first, I'll get back and give you a good thrashing!" "Wait, don't rush!" Yun giggled

, making my heart itch. When I returned, Yun was still waiting expectantly. A thought struck me: if only I had a camera! What a moving expression of a woman longing for her lover! (No wonder CGX has a special fondness for women; they're truly alluring at times like this!)

I slipped into bed and immediately found my secret paradise (having frequently entertained various department heads, my skills with women are pretty good). Wow! So hot! So wet! So slippery! Everywhere was tender and slippery, like a little stream; the deeper you went, the more water there was, and the hotter it got! After a few thrusts, amidst Sister Yun's moans of "Oh! Oh!", I suddenly pulled my hand away and yelled: "Wow! The volcano is about to erupt! Run!" This startled Sister Yun. I slapped her trembling bottom and said, "Go take a shower. Today I'm going to use my little brother on you!" "

I already showered." "Ah! Why is there still so much water?" "It's from your kissing!" "Haha, so much water, my darling is truly a beauty!" "Of course!" "Ugh! Ah! Please! Come in quickly! I want yours!" As he spoke, his hot penis was grabbed and kneaded by a cool little hand. The pressure was just right, and it occasionally brushed against his testicles. It felt so good!

Baby! Do you want me to fuck you? Yes! Yes! Her arms wrapped tightly around me, her beautiful head pressed against my neck, preventing me from seeing her flushed, spring-like face!

Then I won't be polite! I stuck out my buttocks, letting my penis slide between Sister Yun's legs, slowly approaching that alluring tropical valley. The once bare pubic hair, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, was like a smooth silken net, giving a unique, tingling sensation as my glans slid across it!

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