The girl behind the workstation

It was the first half of 2015. I was working at a tech company in Zhejiang, and the weather was just starting to warm up, around mid-April.

The girl sitting behind me, named C, was very pretty. She had graduated a little over a year ago. Occasionally, I would touch her skin; it was smooth. She had long hair, and her breasts looked like a C cup. She had a slim waist, long legs, and fair skin—I'd rate her an 8.5 out of 10. I like girls over 165cm tall, and she was that type. She started wearing black stockings that season. Occasionally, she would walk past me, her buttocks perky and with a faint fragrance. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend; they had been together for two years. I have a rather humorous personality, and we often chatted. We got along well. I only occasionally fantasized about how her boyfriend was happy to have such a girl, but I didn't dare to think about anything else—I couldn't even imagine it anyway, haha.

I occasionally hooked up with guys, but the quality was low, and many of them even asked for money directly, which was rather uninteresting. I've dated a few girlfriends, some of whom seemed nice, but sex was uncomfortable; they just wouldn't cooperate, it was all about completing a task, and once it was over, it was over. I have a very high sex drive, so I end up masturbating to various porn stars, which is getting increasingly boring. Streetwalking isn't hygienic, and I don't have the money for expensive clubs. Plus, I really want to try 3P, 4P, forced sex, etc. Watching those chaotic scenes in porn always gets me excited. I'm so curious, why do so many people have such good fortune with women, able to have such high-quality sex? Maybe it's divine intervention, maybe heaven heard my cries, and an opportunity just popped up unexpectedly.

I sometimes do computer repair and data recovery, and our company's computer technician is such an idiot; if you don't speak nicely to him, he just says one thing: "Wait, you'll be sorry." So I occasionally do computer repair as a side job. That day, the girl C behind me shook my chair and said, "Hey M, can you help me with my computer? I have a PowerPoint presentation due, and it keeps crashing with blue screens." I checked the error code and found a cable I'd taken apart from another computer in my drawer. I replaced the hard drive data cable for her, and it worked. I was in a rush to get my presentation done, so I cut my hand on a burr inside the case. It wasn't much blood. C asked if I was okay, and I said I was fine and had bandaged it myself. I told her, "You can keep working; you seem really anxious." Everything was fine for the rest of the day. It was almost time to leave work when she said, "Could you help me with my laptop at home? I lost data on an SD card, but I think I have a backup on my computer. I formatted it, but I can't find it. It's the weekend, so I asked you to come to her place and see if you can recover it." Without thinking, I immediately said, "It's a problem! If you find it, remember to treat me to dinner, haha." But things took a completely unexpected turn.

It turned out C shared an apartment with her college roommate. The place was spacious, with a large living room and a big leather sofa. She was in the sunny room, which I wasn't sure was clean enough or if she'd tidied it up specifically. It smelled wonderful when I went in. There weren't any underwear or anything hanging around, which was a little disappointing. Haha.

She turned on her computer and installed a paid recovery software she'd bought before using a USB drive. I told her the software would take a while to run, and she started chatting idly. Her boyfriend was working in Malaysia, so they could only chat online. Even when he came back, he wouldn't live here; his family was local.

She said she was going to cut some fruit, and C was quite thoughtful, preparing three kinds and bustling around in the kitchen for a while. Taking advantage of the boredom, I started searching the computer for movies (a habit, purely a habit). Why do people say girls are all computer illiterate? I habitually unhide folders in their properties. Suddenly, I found a folder called *Small, Unforgettable Memories*.

As soon as I opened it, it was locked. I checked the size... It was only 200+ MB. Of course, this kind of lock, I'm not bragging, is no problem for me, it just takes a little time. Out of some inexplicable voyeuristic urge, I copied the file to a USB drive. What happened next was far beyond my imagination...

Anyway, after finishing up, I was basically back to normal. C treated me to a meal at the lamb restaurant downstairs, and I didn't stand on ceremony. Eating while looking at pretty girls was quite enjoyable.

Up to this point, everything was normal. It was very late when I got home, past 10 pm. I turned on my computer and remembered the folder on the USB drive. Unlocking it with software only took a few minutes (I'm not bragging, I just happened to have the software). The contents inside stunned me...

There were about 50 photos inside, it was really too stimulating. They were nude photos of C in front of a mirror, some making gestures, some with her chest out, her chest was quite white, her areolas were so small (I like it), and some were rubbing her vulva, her expression was quite seductive, and her pubic hair looked quite thick... All the photos were pink and tender, and there were even pictures of her using her fingers to spread her vagina open, showing her clitoris very clearly up close. There were also photos of her sucking what looked like her boyfriend's penis, both of them completely naked, and photos of her boyfriend licking her breasts, squeezing them as he did so. But there were no photos of him having sex with her, what a pity. At the very end, there were a few photos of her with another girl, both naked, their breasts pressed together, laughing and making heart shapes with their hands. You could tell the other girl had noticeably larger breasts, but not as white. Seeing this, I really couldn't take it anymore. I didn't care why she took these photos; she usually wore professional attire, and seeing this was too stimulating. Was this the legendary "contrast bitch" I'd encountered? I quickly turned on my computer, put on a famous actress's threesome movie, listened to the sounds of pleasure, and watched C's super explicit photos, and slowly released myself. It felt so good. At that moment, an evil thought popped into my head, a very evil one.

[The End]

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