You are a cloud drifting across the sky (Part 3)

Because we were both from Xingfu Village, trust was established quickly. I admired her, and I could tell she liked me a little too. Perhaps women tend to lower their guard around men they like. Soon, she sent me nude photos of herself. Her sexy body and voluptuous figure accentuated her mature charm, which was exactly what I liked about her.

The photos had an ambiguous color scheme, a slightly yellowish hue that stirred my emotions. Her proportions were perfect, and her full hips sparked my imagination. A close-up of her buttocks made me incredibly excited. Her private parts were beautiful. They say that age and excessive sexual activity can cause pigmentation, but the vibrant color of her private parts only amplified their allure.
Last night, she arrived as promised. I knew I was waiting for her, waiting for our rendezvous across thousands of miles. Because we live in different cities, we can only send our longings from afar. Whenever we have the chance, we chat online, enjoying the pleasure and excitement that words and voices bring us.

She looked more real and sexy in the video than in the photos, especially her sensual lips, which captivated me. Her lips were perfectly shaped, clearly meticulously styled. Perhaps due to the nature of her work, she often wore red lipstick. When she smiled, her lips curled upwards, making her even more alluring. Her slightly wavy hair was dyed a light yellow. Personally, I think this hairstyle and color would make a 20-year-old girl look mature, while it would make a 40-year-old woman look younger. The slightly wavy yellow hair also gave her an exotic feel.

Her eyebrows were curved, probably styled, and exuded a friendly charm. Her eyes seemed incredibly alluring, especially when she smiled; the light emanating from them was almost criminal. Her nose was long and straight, with a glint of light reflecting off the tip, like a star on her face. Her face was a classic oval shape, round and full, with well-maintained skin and slightly flushed, rosy cheeks—perhaps from excitement.
Mature women always get into the mood easily because they know what they need and how to get into it. After a few simple teasing words, she said she was already wet, so I pressed my advantage and asked her to use her hands and show me her breasts and genitals. Women under the influence of sexual pleasure seem to never know how to refuse, or perhaps she no longer wanted to refuse.

I've always believed that showing is also a kind of pleasure, just like the pleasure of confiding. Unfortunately, the video call yesterday was blurry, which was a bit of a disappointment for both of us. So I suggested calling her, and she didn't refuse. Maybe she was looking forward to it too. She said she liked my voice, which made me very happy. After the call connected, I guided her to do a few things in front of the video, but the effect was still not good. Finally, she decided to lie down on the bed, and then I told her on the phone how to touch herself and how to fantasize, guiding her to gradually enter a state of ecstasy. Later, she brought out the vibrator at home. Perhaps because of the obvious effect of the vibrator, her voice became much louder. I guided her to say some swear words that she would only normally say when cursing, and she obediently said them loudly. After a while, I heard her moans and panting gradually subside, and I knew she had enjoyed it. I teased her a few more times, and then reluctantly hung up the phone.
Yesterday I chatted with a very attractive woman from my village. We've actually known each other for quite a while now, though I've forgotten when we added each other on social media. Since we live in different cities, meeting in person was unlikely, and I didn't think much of it at the time. But recently we've chatted a few times and really clicked, so we've been talking more and more. After our last passionate phone conversation, we developed a strong liking for each other, and

we both really enjoyed it, making it easy to discuss these kinds of topics. We started by flirting with each other via text, but after work, when all our colleagues had left, she turned on video. Her breasts were large, beautiful, and white, with a captivating cleavage. I texted her, and she responded by rubbing her breasts. Later, she took off her pants to show me her buttocks—a very full bottom, with rounded curves and snow-white skin, making me want to touch them. I suggested a phone conversation, asking her to cooperate. During the call, I asked her to say some crude things, which she said she liked. So she verbally flirted with me on the phone, calling herself a "saobi" and "mugo." She called me promiscuous and a slut, urging me to have sex with her. Hearing this excited me greatly. A woman willing to insult and humiliate herself like that for a man meant she loved him very much. Provoked by her words, I unzipped my pants under my desk and took out my penis. Because of the teasing and stimulation, I quickly experienced intense pleasure and eventually gave in in the office. Then I quickly hung up the phone, cleaned the floor, and later she told me she had also reached orgasm using a toy. We both logged off satisfied. Although I felt a little scared afterward, it was really exciting. I wonder if any other friends have had this experience in the office? Thank you to that woman.
Let's go back to yesterday afternoon. She didn't go to work yesterday afternoon and chatted with me all afternoon, taking pictures of me. She knows I like to look at them, and she always tries her best to accommodate me. I teased her, aroused her, and helped her achieve pleasure. Although I can only express it through words, and she still needs to experience more of the feelings herself, she achieved pleasure, and therefore I am happy too.
After get off work, my colleague went home. Because of the bad weather, I decided to go home later. She said I was just making excuses, and maybe I was. I wanted to spend more time with her. Being alone always makes people feel impulsive, and I was no exception. I asked her to turn on the video call. Even though I'd seen it many times, I still felt inexplicably aroused each time. My desire for a mature woman excited me. She knew my desire and asked, "Baby, tell me, what do you need me to do?" I half-jokingly said, "Take off your clothes."
So she took off her coat, then unhooked her bra, and touched herself with her hands, saying, "Baby, let me touch you."
Most considerate and mature women are considerate. Their life experience makes them understand men better and are more willing to understand them. I remember an older woman telling me that she likes to conquer men. When she saw me, she excitedly called me "sister" because she felt a great sense of accomplishment. Perhaps every woman longs to be affirmed, and that process may have a sense of accomplishment from conquering. So, who says that giving doesn't mean receiving?
Spurred on by her, I quickly gained satisfaction. Because the last time I made a mess under my desk, I prepared containers in advance this time, which made me more determined to clean up the mess. Practice makes perfect, and it certainly proved to be true.
This article is dedicated to the sister who likes my writing.
Since I met Yun, video calls or phone conversations have become something I look forward to after get off work. The first few calls and video calls were very exciting, which made me look forward to office passion as well. However, the last time left me with lingering fear, and I think I should try not to take the risk again in the future.
That day, Yun was resting at home, and we chatted all day. At noon, she sent me some photos; they were beautiful, and we were both in very good spirits. After get off work in the afternoon, as usual, we stayed in the office. We had a tacit understanding, and our flirtatious words stirred up feelings of ambiguity and desire. Since video chatting in the office wasn't very convenient, we video chatted for a while. As usual, Yun took her phone, lay down on the sofa, and turned on a vibrator. The vibrator gave Yun real touch and pleasure, and my flirtatious words filled Yun with desire and fantasy, undoubtedly accelerating the accumulation of pleasure. Yun's excited moans made me even more eager, but for safety, I didn't. Soon, Yun's moans became stronger and more unrestrained. I knew the climax was coming.
After a series of rapid moans, Yun asked wearily, "Baby, I feel so good, I think I had two or three orgasms. You're amazing, did you cum?" I answered no. Yun considerately said, "Then let me help you." I said, "Okay, how do you want me to cum?"

Yun laughed and said, "You're so naughty, listen to me, you do it." I said okay, and then she began to describe the scene she had imagined. Yun's description was very detailed, making me feel as if she were really there, and the pleasure in my body kept building until the final burst. The tissues I had prepared in advance prevented an embarrassing mess on the floor. Just

as I climaxed, and even before the pleasure of the orgasm had subsided, someone suddenly knocked on the door. I was startled and didn't dare to clean myself properly. I quickly hung up the phone, straightened my pants, and sat in my seat, too afraid to move. I called out, "Come in." It turned out to be the security guard borrowing the phone. He finished his call, thanked me, and left. I quickly tidied myself up. Thinking about it now, I was really scared.
This incident made me re-examine the meaning and cost of passion in the office. I think I should pay more attention to safety in the future. It would be a loss to ruin one's reputation for a moment of pleasure.

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