An Afternoon of Secret Encounters

I am 35 years old and live in Gangshan Township. I work as a business manager at a metal processing company in Luzhu. This summer, in an unexpected encounter, I had an affair with a female colleague at work, which gave me the experience of "extramarital affairs." I am writing this to share with you all.
After the Lunar New Year, a 31-year-old female colleague joined our department. She graduated from vocational high school, seemed introverted and quiet, hardworking, and had a strong learning ability, but her speech didn't seem like that of a woman with a low level of education; she had an extraordinary temperament.
She was about 156 cm tall, wore thick glasses, and wasn't pretty; she looked about five years older than her age. Her figure was average, but her legs were very well-proportioned. Although not long, her calves were very even. That was the only part of her that made me want to look at her more than once. Whenever she wore a short dress or skirt, I would always steal glances at her beautiful legs. I even had fantasies about touching them. I really wished my wife had those beautiful legs; I would definitely lick them with my tongue every day.
In mid-August, one day a client of mine in Okayama mentioned a defect in the galvanization of his materials, and I was preparing some repair materials. Suddenly, my supervisor said I had to hand over the client to her, asking her to come with me to understand the client's needs and, incidentally, to train her on how to repair the damage, as well as some maintenance knowledge and tool usage.
Around 9:30, we drove my car quickly towards Okayama. We chatted and laughed along the way, and I was secretly delighted, thinking I was in for a treat. She was wearing a thin white long-sleeved shirt with a white knee-length pencil skirt. The skirt had a row of buttons down the front, with the last button extending about 5 centimeters to the hem, creating a slightly slit effect – quite alluring. While sitting in my car, the skirt revealed her snow-white legs even more. She sometimes crossed her legs, sometimes kept them together. Perhaps tired from the long journey, she occasionally opened her legs, revealing almost her entire leg. It made me have impure thoughts; I longed to slip my right hand into the slit of her skirt and caress those snow-white legs.
When we arrived at the client's location, we worked diligently. She studied even harder. Southern summers are so rainy. The weather was sunny when we left in the morning, but around noon, the sky suddenly darkened, and a torrential downpour began. We were so busy whispering to each other that we didn't realize it was raining heavily. Around 2 pm, after finishing our task, the rain was still pouring down. Since the parking lot was about half a kilometer away and we didn't have any rain gear, we discussed some issues and chatted with the client. About half an hour later, the rain had almost stopped, so we said goodbye to our clients and headed towards the parking lot. When we were about 50 meters away, it suddenly started pouring again. There was no shelter in the open space, so we ran as fast as we could to the car. By then, we were both soaked to the bone.
To make matters worse, the rain stopped again as soon as we got in the car. We grabbed handkerchiefs and dried ourselves, complaining incessantly about the weather. We were completely drenched from head to toe, especially her shirt, which clung to her body and became almost transparent. I could easily see her underwear—a black lace top. Her usually unremarkable breasts now appeared firm and full. Through the wet shirt, the white skin of her upper body was visible, and her short, white skirt was so soaked that you could see her black thong underwear underneath. So, while driving, I secretly glanced at her entire body. Soon, my penis slowly hardened, bulging in my pants. Blood rushed to my head, and I felt so hot I couldn't even feel the cold air conditioning in the car.
But shortly after leaving the client's company, a torrential downpour began again. Even with the wipers on full blast, we couldn't see the road. We had to slowly pull over to the side of the road to chat and wait for the rain to subside before returning to Huizhu. This time, the rain was fierce, lasting for half an hour without any sign of abating. We were both soaked, and the air conditioning was making her shiver, so we had to turn it off.
After about ten or twenty minutes, she started complaining of a headache because of the stuffy car. We'd been in the car for almost an hour, but the rain showed no signs of letting up, and the road was starting to flood. We felt like a boat stranded in a vast ocean, and we began to feel afraid.
I suddenly spotted a Love Journey Motel not far ahead and suggested we take shelter from the rain there, and perhaps have a cup of hot tea. Whether it was because we travel frequently for work and are used to staying in motels, or because she wasn't feeling well and wanted a place to rest, she immediately agreed.
Upon entering the motel, the room was tastefully decorated. The floor was walnut wood planks, and the walls were all white, creating a romantic French atmosphere. There were bedside tables on either side of the bed, each with a classic, gilded, dimmable lamp. On the left table were pens, paper, and a condom. The wall behind the bed and the ceiling above it were covered with square, dark-colored glass mirrors about 10 centimeters in diameter. Opposite the bed was a large mirror, in front of which was a low cabinet with a 32-inch television. To the left was a large mirrored dressing table. To the right of the bed was an electric massage chair, and next to the bathroom door was a water dispenser with two packets of mocha coffee, a packet of oolong tea, and a packet of scented tea.
As soon as I entered the room, the air conditioning was very strong, and she rushed into the bathroom to take a hot shower. I sat on the chair at the vanity table, soaking wet, and watched a news report. Feeling shiver, I went to the water dispenser to make a cup of hot tea. When I got to the bathroom door, part of the frosted glass was splashed with water, and I could vaguely see her washing up and her blurry body inside. My gaze was drawn to her, staring intently as if my eyes were trying to pierce through the glass. I slowed my movements and asked her, "Hui, would you like coffee or tea?" "What kind of coffee?" she asked while rinsing the water. "Mocha." "No, what kind of tea do you have?" "Oolong and scented tea." "I want scented tea, thank you." She continued rinsing the water.
I also slowly watched her shower and made tea through the frosted glass. After a while, the sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, and I hurriedly took two cups of tea back to the vanity table to sit and watch TV. She came out of the bathroom, and my eyes widened even more. She was carrying her clothes in her hands, wearing only a bath towel around her neck. Having been colleagues for so long, aside from her beautiful legs, I'd never noticed how alluring her skin was beneath her clothes—snow-white and delicate. The towel wrapped from her chest to just below her hips, her two pink legs almost entirely exposed before me. My eyes and mouth gaped open; her snow-white, tender skin was a feast for the eyes, making me drool and want to devour her. As she walked, she nagged at me, "Hurry, hurry, go take a hot shower so you don't catch a cold."
After drinking a few sips of hot tea, I continued to stare at her body as I walked towards the bathroom. That's when she noticed my lecherous gaze! Suddenly, her face flushed red, and she made a token attempt to cover herself, growling at me, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen this before? Your wife has everything I have. What's so interesting? Can't you go home and look at your wife?"
I reached the bathroom door, turned back, and humorously replied! "My wife can't compare to you, you're prettier." "Heh...heh...heh...anyway, might as well look, I don't have to pay." She yelled angrily, "Ugh...pervert, wait till I gouge your eyes out!" She grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. I immediately closed the bathroom door.
While showering, my mind was filled with every image of her I'd just seen, and my penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. So I stood under the showerhead, stroking it as I showered. My penis was throbbing, veins bulging, and it was about to burst if I didn't let it release. Thinking about making love to her, I stroked my penis with my right hand, but after a long time, I still couldn't get it to come out. I guess I need a big, wet hole to dry it off and cool it down.
I followed his example, wrapping myself in a bath towel and wringing out my clothes as I walked out of the bathroom. I felt my penis pushing against the towel, causing a bulge in the front. She was lying on the electric massage chair, constantly playing with the remote control, changing various functions, oblivious to my bulge. She had already taken out hangers from the closet and hung her clothes to dry. I also hung my clothes on the wall, wherever possible, and turned the air conditioning to its strongest setting to absorb the moisture.
She grabbed a pillow from the bed, hugged it, and lay down on the massage chair, saying she wanted to sleep in it and that I should lie in bed and rest so I'd be energetic enough to drive home. When she took off her glasses, I realized how beautiful she was. Her face had always been hidden by those glasses; I hadn't known there was such a beauty in the office. How could I sleep with such beauty before me? Unless I had a hole to fuck. I turned towards her, and she suddenly asked me seriously if I'd ever taken a woman to a place like that. I honestly admitted that I'd brought my girlfriend there before I was married. Then, her voice choked with emotion, she revealed that she'd recently discovered her husband taking a female colleague to a hotel. That colleague was unmarried, and her husband had been hiding it from her for over six months.
In her excitement, she grabbed the pillow she was hugging and threw it at me, sending it flying onto the floor of the dressing table while yelling, "You stinking men, go to hell!" Then she burst into tears. Startled by this sudden outburst, I jumped out of bed and sat there for a long time before calming down. I wrapped a towel around her, picked up the pillow, and took it back to her. She was still lying on the massage chair, sobbing with her hands over her face. I knelt beside her, comforting her with tenderness. She dropped the pillow she had just taken, turned to face me, and hugged my head, crying again.
My cheek was pressed tightly against hers, my face directly facing her body. Her tears had soaked my face. Not knowing how to comfort her, I noticed her towel had loosened slightly, revealing her two full, white breasts, almost completely exposed before my eyes, and her left nipple peeking out from under the towel. I didn't know what she was hysterically saying; my eyes were already secretly lifting her towel, caressing her breasts. Looking down, her earlier struggle had slightly parted her thighs, revealing almost her entire thighs. Good heavens! She wasn't wearing underwear, and I could see her pubic hair like a thicket of grass, making my blood boil, my veins throbbing, rushing straight to my brain and my huge penis.
Someone once told me that thick pubic hair in a woman indicates strong lust, and this slut before me had been hiding it from me for almost half a year. Only today did I realize this, and I couldn't miss this golden opportunity. I was going to fuck her hard. My head started spinning, and my penis swelled up like a long, thick, hard power pole. If I didn't fuck her today, I probably wouldn't be able to explain it to my brother.
Driven by lust, I boldly wrapped my right arm around her back, first caressing her through the towel, while simultaneously criticizing her husband and praising her gentleness. I advised her on how to cope with the future, and offered to help her without hesitation if she needed it. Every word I spoke touched her heart, slowly winning her over and making her feel safe. Then, I slowly slipped my hand under the towel and began to caress her back. She was like a pitiful puppy, letting me comfort her.
After winning her heart, she hugged my head tightly. I sensed the time was right and considerately asked her to lie down on the bed and cover herself with a blanket so she wouldn't catch a cold. She said she was exhausted and unable to get up, and wanted to continue lying in the massage chair. Without asking her consent, I wrapped my left arm around her neck and slipped my right hand behind her legs, lifting her entire body up. She resisted slightly, half-heartedly, her resistance causing the towel to loosen further. When I carried her to the bed, I deliberately tripped and fell down with her, my head resting against her large breasts—it felt wonderful.
She quickly and gently slapped my head with her right hand. I looked up and was right in front of her, face to face. She was truly beautiful, like a fairy. She blushed shyly, and we were both awkward for a few seconds. Her face was flushed as she apologized, "I'm sorry, you're so good to me, I shouldn't have hit you... um... um..."
I couldn't wait for her to finish, so I covered her mouth with mine and sucked on it hard. She struggled to break free, and several times my tongue tried to penetrate her lips, but she kept them tightly closed, refusing to let me in. She pushed my head away forcefully and took several deep breaths, as if she were about to suffocate.
After she finished breathing, I climbed on top of her, pressing my entire body against hers, rendering her immobile. I forced myself on her, taking her left breast into my mouth and kneading her right breast with my left hand. Her breasts weren't large, but her skin was delicate and elastic. She tried to push me away with both hands, constantly whispering, "No...no...you can't do this..." I ignored her resistance and brazenly sucked and licked her two large breasts alternately, while my hands rubbed her nipples. Soon, they gradually hardened from my sucking and kneading, and her resistance weakened. I then used my engorged, hammer-like penis to thrust into her vagina through two bath towels.
"Ah...ah...no...no...don't...don't..." "Hmm...hmm...no...hmm...ah...no...don't..." She was so aroused by my teasing that she lost her mind. Although her mouth was still softly moaning "no," her hands slowly wrapped around my head, holding it tighter and tighter. Finally, she groaned helplessly, "Hmm...hmm..." I leaned down and pulled off the towels we were wrapped in, and went to kiss her ear and cheek. She still didn't resist with her moans, and her breathing became more rapid. When I asked for her mouth again, her lips were no longer tightly closed, allowing my tongue to easily pass through her lips and teeth, luring her tongue into my mouth, where I sucked hard, even sucking up her love juice. My hands also kept wandering all over her body.
"Hmm...hmm..." My mouth left her mouth again, and I started licking and scraping all over her body. Her body responded to my tenderness and began to writhe. Just then, the "Love Story" music started playing from the stereo in the room, adding a lot of romance to this love nest. I licked her almost her entire body, covering her with my saliva, especially her jade-like legs, which I had always dreamed of. Today, I could finally lick them to my heart's content. Finally, my tongue reached the vulva of this slut, which was already overflowing with lustful fluids. I touched it a few times with the tip of my nose, taking deep breaths of her scent to fuel my own heat. This heat surged through my entire body, rushing to my penis, making every vein bulge.
"Mmm...mmm...give me...lick...me..." Just as I expected, this slut began to demand her lust from me. My mouth was pressed against her vulva, forcefully sucking her nectar. "Ah...ah...mmm...mmm...so...so...comfortable..." She gripped the sheets with both hands, moaning loudly. After I sucked it dry, I used my tongue to gently lick her labia majora, and she began to moan with pleasure.
"Ah...zhong...zhong...zhong...so beautiful...so...good..." "Lick...faster...a little...I want...zhong...zhong...your...tongue...faster...use...your...tongue...to...ravage...me..." More and more vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing onto my face. I then gently bit her labia majora, minora, and clitoris with my teeth, making her cry out in pain and itchiness: "Ah...ah...beautiful...so beautiful...zhong...I...I'm so beautiful..."
"Oh...how...so...comfortable...I...want...want...a lot...a lot...give...me...a little...zhong...brother..." I sped up and focused on her clitoris, my entire tongue licking and scraping up and down, back and forth, without stopping for a second. Suddenly, she grabbed my head tightly with both hands, pushing me against her body. My face was buried in her vaginal opening, and I couldn't breathe through my nose. My mouth continued to lick and scrape relentlessly. Her body convulsed, her eyes rolled back, and she screamed violently, trembling, "Ah...ah...ah...I...I...I...I'm...dying...sister...I'm...going to...going...to...lose...I...love...you...I..." She was like a raging flood, and a torrent of her vaginal fluids gushed onto my face like a mountain torrent. I immediately collapsed onto the bed, paralyzed. I continued to lick her until the last drop of fluid came out before I stopped. She groaned, almost breathless, "Brother...brother...your...tongue...is...so...good...so...amazing...I...I...have...never...been...so...pleasant..."
After resting for about twenty minutes, she told me to lie down on the bed. She got up, still limp, and lay on top of me, beginning to offer her tongue skills. She sucked hard on my nipples, gently biting them with her teeth, and my nipples hardened. My hands also kept rubbing her breasts and caressing her vulva. Then her tongue licked from my chest all the way down to my groin, sucking, licking, and biting all over my body, making me feel incredibly itchy. She stopped at my crotch, looking intently at my throbbing, veiny penis, and gently stroked my testicles with her right hand. My uncontrollable lust urged her, "Juan... hurry... give it to me... give me your mouth." She unceremoniously grabbed my penis with her left hand and rubbed it, saying, "My big penis brother, your penis is so big, your sister likes it, let me comfort it first." After saying that, she took my penis into her mouth. She moved up and down, her mouth was amazing, constantly stirring my penis with her tongue, gently biting it with her teeth, sucking and licking, making me ecstatic. My entire penis was in her mouth, the head pressing against her throat, and she even used the muscles of her throat to squeeze my glans. "Ah...ah...what...kung fu...ah...so good...so good...harder...harder...suck..."
I gasped as she sucked. She then licked and scraped my testicles with her tongue; her tongue was so hot, it felt so good on my testicles. She also kept stroking my penis with both hands in turn.
"Ah...ah...Juan...sister...sister...brother...brother...want...want...your...cunt..." "No...can't...tease...anymore...I want...to...fuck...you...fuck..." "Your...big...cunt..." "Brother, does it feel good?" "It feels good...your...mouth...is...powerful...my...cock...can't...take...it...anymore...faster...faster...let...me...fuck...you..."
She got up and squatted on my hips, her left hand pressing on my stomach, her right hand holding my cock, placing it at the entrance of her cunt. I eagerly thrust upwards, and my entire cock was immediately swallowed by her fleshy cunt, attacking the bottom of her cunt. "Ah!" she cried out and sat on top of me, starting to shake her hips. Her hands grabbed my hands, and she rocked faster and faster like rowing a boat. Then I released her hands, grabbed her breasts, and rubbed and kneaded them. "Beautiful...beautiful...ah...Brother...big cock...brother...you've penetrated...my heart...I...love...ah..." "You...are...better...than...my...husband...to...fuck...me..." "Do you want to...?" "I'll be your big cock husband..." "Yes...yes...so good...so good..." Her technique was top-notch. One moment she was half-squatting, her entire body's fleshy hole sucking and releasing my cock. I cooperated with her movements, forcefully thrusting my cock upwards. "Oh, bany...big cock...husband...so good...so comfortable...my...soul...is...going...flying...going...flying..."
A moment later she sat on me, her entire hips rotating 360 degrees, letting my cock churn inside her hole, the glans rubbing tightly deep inside her uterus. She moaned wildly, "Mmm...ah...beautiful...ah...so beautiful..." "Brother Zhong...husband...I love you...love...to death...your cock...I...so good..." Her juices flowed continuously along my cock with her movements, my pubic hair was like a swamp submerged in her juices.
I told her to stop, kneel on the edge of the bed, and slightly raise her buttocks. I stood below the bed, holding her buttocks with my left hand and my right hand gripping my penis, inserting it between her legs. I first rubbed it up and down on her vulva, and she cried out, "Brother Zhong... hurry... put... it... in..." "Hurry... feed... my... hole... with... your... big sausage..." I aimed at her wet vulva and thrust hard, my entire penis disappearing into her cunt.
"Ah... so... big... penis... hurry... hurry... pull me... fuck me... fuck me..."
"Is mine... big... big... big enough... to... satisfy... you... ah..."
"Yes...yes...so big...so long...so thick...feeding...me...full...full...harder...ah...fuck...ah..."
I gripped her waist tightly with both hands, thrusting wildly, fucking her for about 40 minutes. This slut kept having orgasms, but she didn't beg for mercy, and even cooperated with my thrusting. If it were my wife, she would have been kneeling and begging for mercy long ago. "
My...mother...sister...needs you...needs you...big cock...husband...let you...fuck...forever...you are...my...husband..." Her legs were already overflowing with juices, her chest heaving with rapid breathing, and her two big breasts swayed with the movements. "Ah...ah...good...good...so stimulating...ah..." I suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over my body, my penis became even harder, and I thrust even more fiercely. A stream of heat shot straight into her hole. "Ah...ah...sister...sister...I want...I want...to come..." "...um...I've given...my...child...um...all to you...to you...it's all gone..." Hearing my moan and feeling the surge of heat from my penis, she cried out nervously, "Ah...ah...so good...so good...ah...no...no...no...you can't...shoot...inside...it will...make...a baby...ah...ah..."
She tried to escape my semen, but I quickly held her tightly, preventing her from breaking free. She struggled desperately, and finally, some semen shot into her vagina, while some escaped and landed on her thighs and the sheets.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed. She rushed to the bathroom to wash her vagina, anxiously trying to wash away all my semen. After washing, she also collapsed wearily beside me, holding me tightly and falling into a deep sleep.
After a short nap, the phone rang suddenly. The receptionist urged us that our rest time was over. The rain outside had stopped, so we went to the bathroom together for a shower. Our clothes were dried by the warmth of the room and the aftermath of our encounter. After getting dressed, we drove home. On the way, we kept reminiscing about our passionate encounter, each comparing it to our partners, and drove easily towards Luzhu, Kaohsiung…

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