A boring afternoon

One boring afternoon. "Damn it, why am I alone in the office again! Are young people so easy to bully?" Thinking back to my smiling, nonchalant attitude this morning, promising everyone they didn't need to come in this afternoon, my contempt for myself and this system of employing people in China reached an unbearable level.

As a young person who finally passed the civil service exam, I only realized how depressing and stifling this place was after starting work. Right from the start, under the pretext of training new colleagues, I was assigned to the inquiry window, facing countless divorce cases every day, looking up divorce information, and reading countless reasons for divorce. Sometimes I wonder, does love even exist anymore? Oh, right, my workplace is the Civil Affairs Bureau.

It's raining outside, and there are very few people in the afternoon. I'm browsing the internet, drinking tea, and eating some sunflower seeds, which is somewhat comforting. Watching the minutes tick by, it's almost 5 pm, time to leave. Ugh, so depressing! At this moment, what could be more annoying than hearing footsteps of someone coming in to do business?

I tossed aside the half-eaten sunflower seeds, switched to the online search system, and immediately adopted a stern expression. While I wouldn't be like those older colleagues who would make things difficult for the parties involved or refuse to help them, I had to show my anger, because I was really angry.

A figure appeared in the doorway. Hmm, a quick glance revealed a white wool blazer over a black fitted sweater, a black knee-length skirt, and black stockings. Not bad. If she were a beauty, it would soothe my gloom.

Perhaps noticing my scrutiny, she walked in and smiled, saying, "Comrade, I need to check my divorce certificate." Only then did I notice her face. Pretty, yes, but a bit older, probably over 35. I don't usually pay much attention to these mature women, but I'm not averse to them either. She's quite attractive. Since I'm bored, I thought about how to flirt a little.

"ID card, what year did you divorce, and what was your ex's name?" "I asked her the standard question, 'My name is Tang Yijing, this is my ID card. I think I got divorced in 2002 or some other year.' As she spoke, she handed me her ID card. When I took it, my hand touched hers. Speechless, but even that made me react a little!

I looked at the ID card and said, 'Born in 1972? You don't look like someone born in 1972 at all. You look so young, like you're only 30.' What woman doesn't like being told she looks young! After I finished speaking, I saw that her smile was much prettier and more natural than when she came in.

'I'm 40 years old, I'm an old lady, and you still say I'm young? In the countryside, I could be a grandmother.' 'What's 40 years old? These days, people say that you're middle-aged at 60, right? And you look like you're only in your early 30s standing outside!'

I had already found her file number on the computer, but I still wanted to tease her a little, so while I was talking, I was clicking around with the mouse." "2002? I couldn't find it. What year did you get divorced? I can't find it without knowing the date!" She was getting anxious. "Comrade, please help me! I need this to sell my house. I've already signed the contract with someone else. I've been to several places this morning, looking in the village and town."

I looked at her face and thought to myself, "Hmph! You need my help, hahaha." "It's not that I don't want to help, but seeing how anxious you are, I want to find it for you as soon as possible. You see, it's almost time to get off work, isn't it? The main thing is to know which year it is so it's easier to search. Why don't you call your relatives and friends, your ex-husband, and see if they remember?"

Perhaps seeing that I wasn't trying to shirk her responsibility and was even offering suggestions, she looked at me gratefully and took out her phone to make a call. "Second Sister, what year did I get divorced?" "Do you remember? Hmm, yeah, it seems like it was the second year we opened the 'Red Rose Foot Massage'... Oh, that was 2003! Oops, I got it wrong... Okay, okay, I'm checking at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Okay, I'm hanging up."

Running a foot massage parlor—you really can't judge a book by its cover. She looks perfectly respectable, but when she talked about it, she seemed a little sad. Was she thinking about how she worked in the sex industry, made some money, finally reformed, and wanted to run a legitimate business, only to end up running a foot massage parlor? How could she withstand the advances and bullying of customers, bullies, government officials, being discovered by her husband, and then getting a divorce? My mind raced with wicked thoughts, and I felt a surge of impulsiveness.

"2003, I found it. You see, as long as you get the timeline right, it's easy to find out." I looked at her, thinking as I spoke. "Yeah, it's been so long, I can't remember clearly." She actually gave me a flirtatious smile. I couldn't resist.

How can I turn this fantasy into reality? Since she's experienced, she shouldn't be too averse to flirtatious contact. A little physical contact in a private and safe environment, followed by ambiguous eye contact, and then… it should work, right? By the way, the storage room! It's right behind our office. All the divorce files are stored there. It's huge, over 400 square meters, with carpet on the floor.

For security reasons, there are no windows, so the soundproofing is excellent. Our office and storage room occupy an entire floor; you could practically shut them off with a movie playing loudly inside. I've

been working here for two years, dealing with countless female clients, many of them very beautiful, and I've never had this kind of thought before. In my workplace, people asking me for favors… oh my god, this could cost me my job, even land me in jail.

What's wrong with me today? Looking at her, I'm burning with rage! She's alright looking, her figure is so-so, about the same as any other woman in her 30s. A bit perky in the back, and her front looks pretty well-endowed. The thing is, you slut, you heard someone owned a foot massage parlor and got all horny! Ugh, what am I thinking? I need to think about safety first!

I'm the only one in the office this afternoon, there are no security cameras, and nobody else on this floor. Even if she resists fiercely, I can't go too far, right? But I can definitely get my fill with my hands, body, or mouth. Even if she says I hugged her and touched her all over, from top to bottom, there's no proof, so I'm pretty safe, aren't I? "

I found the file number, but I need to go into the warehouse. A few other people aren't here today, so I can't find it myself! Why don't you come back tomorrow?" Damn, if it's safe, why hesitate? Thinking about how I can at least fondle and tease her voluptuous body later, my little brother is getting a bit too excited. I need to calm down!

"Hey bro. Help me out, I really need this urgently! How about I go in with you and you show me how!" She'd turned from a comrade into a bro, her face flushed with urgency, almost wanting to bite him. Just what she was waiting for: "We're all inside, what do we do here? We won't even know if someone comes in." "How about we close the door to the outer office? It's almost 5:30, nobody should be coming."

Sweetheart! *Bang!* The door slammed shut. "Come in, I completely broke the rules, you know. The person in question is absolutely not allowed in here, but I saw you were really in a hurry, and besides, seeing you makes me feel comfortable, like seeing an old friend. Otherwise, I would have definitely made you come back tomorrow."

Since the door was closed, she should loosen up a bit. "Thank you, thank you! I just saw you and you seem like a good person, easy to talk to. Just saying nice things, I'm an old lady, how can I be comfortable looking at you?" "I dislike people like you who belittle themselves the most. What's with all this talk about being old? You look only 30. A woman at 30 is in her prime, and you're going too far. You're already in your prime, yet you dress so alluringly. Let me tell you, the crime rate here has increased by one percentage point because of you. You should go to the police station and turn yourself in." She blushed; I couldn't tell if she was happy or what.

Entering the warehouse, I led her to the mobile shelving unit storing the 2003 files. I opened the unit halfway, just wide enough for two people to sit facing each other. "This shelving unit has a problem; it can only open this wide, it's a bit cramped. Let's go in and find it. The file number is 2333. You look this way, I'll look the other way." With that, I went in first.

Actually, all the files were numbered; how could I not find them? I went straight to the opposite side of the 2333 column and started looking. She obediently started searching from the very outside. Standing, it was fine, but when she squatted down and looked at the lower rows, my eyes felt like they were nailed to her shapely buttocks. Her already full buttocks, encased in her skirt, made me want to rush over, flip her over, and fuck her to death—that was my only thought at that moment. Before I could act, she found it quite quickly, already behind me.

How to put it? My shoulder blades were pressing against her shoulders, our buttocks slightly pressed together. Instantly, my brother felt a sharp pain from being constricted by my pants, but I was still waiting, waiting for the right moment. "Oh, I found it, it's here, but it's too high, I can't reach it."

Like an athlete hearing the starting gun, I immediately turned around, giving her no time to move aside. My penis, through my pants and her skirt, sank deeply into her soft buttocks. I moved my hands up her sides, pretending to reach for something, and placed them on the row of mobile shelving above her head.

My head slightly passed over her left shoulder, and I whispered in her left ear, "You're amazing, you found this better than me." Her buttocks felt my hardness, and I felt her body tremble. She tilted her head slightly to the right, turning to face me diagonally, "You're so kind, giving me this opportunity." "I'm actually selective about who I am; it wouldn't work with just anyone. Only the right person at first glance will do."

We maintained this lewd position for a few words, and I felt that if I couldn't even get her this way, I shouldn't be a man. "You men are all good at talking." My hand had already come down, resting on her shoulder. Looking into her unwavering eyes, I said, "I don't know about anything else, but you...you really are beautiful!" With that, I slowly and firmly leaned my head towards her.

She didn't move away. Just as we were about to meet, she closed her eyes, and I kissed her, gently kissing her lips. I didn't go all the way; I needed to lubricate her first. My right hand moved from her right shoulder to her neck, then settled behind her head. My left hand went down, slipping under her white blazer and cupping her lower abdomen through her tight sweater. Ah, the belly of a young woman! My left hand swirled around it, a soft, sweet sensation spreading through my hand.

She broke through first. Her tongue, before I even had a chance to knock, took the initiative. What else could I say? I immediately took it into my mouth and sucked it in. My right hand no longer held her head still; it moved down and reached into the back of her blazer. But I didn't stop there; I slipped it under the tight sweater and touched her smooth, delicate back. Before she could react, my left hand simultaneously went in and unhooked her bra.

I didn't take it off completely. My hands went to the front, and I pinched her breasts together. They weren't very big, just right for one in each hand. They were soft, and I could feel two small, soft nipples between my fingers. She struggled slightly, and I grabbed her right breast with my left hand and continued to knead it. My right hand moved down, past her soft abdomen, and slipped into her panties. I had originally wanted to tease her clitoris, but when I touched it, my hand was all wet.

I pulled away from her mouth, her face flushed. We looked at each other, speechless. I lifted her skirt to her waist, grabbed her black pantyhose, and pulled them down to her knees along with her underwear. I made her place her hands on the mobile shelving unit, then quickly pulled my own pants and underwear down to my knees. My penis, finally free, sprang out, hitting her vulva, covered in her fluids.

I crouched down slightly, holding her waist with my left hand and guiding the head of my penis with my right. I stroked it back and forth a few times at the entrance of her vagina, then gently thrust upwards, entering a warm embrace. Because the mobile shelving unit was very narrow, there wasn't room for gentle movements, nor was there any need for gentleness; she was already flooded. I grabbed her waist with both hands and thrust forward forcefully, my entire penis inside. Although her vagina offered a little resistance, it wasn't very tight, but it felt wonderful. "Mmm!" she finally uttered a sound. Ah, so sweet! Due to limited space, I could only make short thrusts.

But because of this, each time she went all the way in, she twisted forcefully, as if trying to push her whole body inside. Perhaps because of the environment, we both felt very oppressed, and we had an inexplicable urge. After only a few thrusts, she was already trembling all over. I was surprised that she hadn't made a sound even in this state. "Is it comfortable?" "Mmm." "If it's comfortable, then moan." "There's...someone...in...the...office..." "Haha, you can scream all you want here and no one will come. I've raped you, so you can scream all you want without me being afraid." It seemed that the word "rape" and the fact that she knew the storeroom was a secret room made

her tremble a few times. "Ah..." she finally moaned. I came out of her vagina, turned her slightly limp body around, rubbed her breasts with one hand, and reached into her buttocks from behind with the other, rubbing her genitals. "I'm going to take you out and rape you." "I made a vicious face at her, gritting my teeth as I spoke. Then I picked her up and carried her out of the storage unit. Once we were in an open area, I laid her on the carpet. Without another move, I spread her legs and thrust my erect penis all the way in.

'Ah...ah...' I pounded into her like a mad bull, making repetitive, forceful movements, rocking her body up and down. 'I'm raping you!' 'Ah...no...ah...rape...' Our cries grew louder and faster, becoming increasingly unrestrained. Finally, amidst her high-pitched screams and the resounding thuds of the impact, we both stopped. I ejaculated inside her. I figured a mature woman would have many ways to handle this, and besides, this was just the beginning; I couldn't just ejaculate randomly, or things would get complicated!

She was still lying on the floor, panting. I got up and turned on the air conditioning and ventilation in the storage room, then closed the door. 'What are you going to do?'" "Childish questions, come on, take off your clothes." An afternoon, no, it should be said, lasted until evening, the entire warehouse was filled with traces of our fierce struggle.

I made her kneel on the carpet and lick her mouth, entered her from behind, made her upper body crawl inside the empty shelving, her buttocks sticking out as I fucked her, etc. Except for the fact that I couldn't clean her properly and didn't get to her anus, her vagina, mouth, and body bear the marks of countless of my offspring.

And then? Of course, I'll never be lonely again, and there's her second sister too—that's a bit far off, very exciting. To be continued next time! This is my first time writing, so please forgive any typos, formatting errors, or punctuation mistakes! The first half of what I wrote is true, but the latter part, the theme of which is fantasy, you know what I mean.

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