female bank employee

That was last year. I was on a business trip to Taizhou, specifically Luqiao. At the Taizhou Bank opposite the Fushi Plaza, I met a bank employee named Xiaoli. She was a rather ordinary girl, from Chongqing. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but not bad either, and she was quite cheerful.

I met her through work-related interactions. Sometimes they, as hosts, would take us out for meals on company pay. Other times, we would invite them out under the guise of entertaining clients. Gradually, we became familiar with each other and naturally became friends.

There's an old saying, "The flowers you plant with care may not bloom, but the willows you plant without intention may thrive." That's somewhat true.

One time, she didn't look well. I asked and learned she had a cold. At lunchtime, I passed a pharmacy, and I don't know what came over me, but I naturally went in and bought some traditional Chinese medicine and some fruit. I gave it to her, and naturally, received a listless "thank you" in return.

I hadn't really thought too much about this, but women are strange creatures. If you're pursuing someone, all your actions seem purposeful, and they might dislike you for that. But sometimes, very ordinary little things can touch their hearts. I never imagined that my unintentional act of giving them medicine would trigger a series of events.

The project was busy, and everyone had been working overtime for several days in a row. Finally, Friday arrived, and we went out for dinner again. My shoulders were a bit sore, so I suggested getting a massage. I don't know what my colleagues were thinking, but they said they were going back to play games and abandoned me. Just as I was in a dilemma, Xiaoli told me that there was a girl at her usual foot massage parlor who was good at massages and said she wanted to treat me. It's hard to resist a beautiful woman's kindness, so I went with her. When

we arrived at the foot massage parlor, we went into a private room. Actually, calling it a private room was just two massage chairs. She told me to sit down and rest while she went to tell the waiter what number I wanted, and that was up to her to arrange.

The young woman's massage was indeed quite good; it seemed she often came here for massages. However, this time she didn't get a massage; instead, she sat on another massage chair, eating the complimentary fruit, watching TV, and chatting with me

casually. After an hour's massage, it was already past midnight. Feeling a bit tired, I decided to stay and rest (most foot massage parlors allow overnight stays after a certain purchase), and I drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I went to the bathroom and came back to find her awake. We continued chatting. She talked about her previous marriage and her child. I learned that she had been married and divorced. She even showed me pictures of her child, who was only a little over a year old. Her mother was taking care of him back in their hometown. It was a little pitiful that he was already in a single-parent family at such a young age.

Lying beside her, a delicate fragrance wafted from her hair, filling my nostrils. My heart pounded, almost leaping out of my mouth, and my penis, somewhat unruly, shifted shape, feeling a little uncomfortable being constricted by my pants.

That night, we had sex. I don't remember the specifics, I only know we had intercourse. I didn't see any details of her, I didn't even touch her breasts, and I ejaculated inside her without a condom. The whole thing lasted less than five minutes.

She didn't seem to blame me for ejaculating too quickly; she just cleaned herself up and went back to rest.

But I clearly didn't sleep well that night.

I thought it was just a one-night stand, and that life would continue as before. But sometimes things aren't so straightforward.

Before that night, I hadn't developed feelings for her, and I didn't know if she had any feelings for me. But after that night, we seemed to have developed a tacit understanding. In public, we acted as usual, not talking about anything. But in our free time, we would avoid our colleagues and go out for Western food and movies together, like we were having an affair. However, I was very dissatisfied with my performance, so I wanted to improve my sexual ability. It's not something I could easily share with friends, so I searched online and

found a certain product (to avoid advertising), which supposedly had excellent effects on erectile dysfunction and delayed ejaculation. So I bought a strip, and you know what? It really was pretty good,

much better than the other product I had before, and with virtually no side effects.

Anyway, my roommate finally went to Hangzhou. I was alone in my hotel room, and to avoid being seen by other roommates, I naturally didn't invite her to our room. We met at a small hotel. Before going to the hotel that day, I took a "happy pill" (a traditional Chinese medicine for sexual enhancement), and on the way, I brought a rose I bought. Seeing her smile when she received the rose

made it all worthwhile.

Since we both knew what would happen to us beforehand, everything after we met felt natural: hugging, kissing, showering, lying naked on the bed chatting and laughing, occasionally teasing each other.

She laughed and said I'd changed, that I wasn't like this before. I didn't deny it; perhaps this is the nature of men—their attitude towards women always changes slightly before and after sex. Before, I was afraid to touch any part of her body for fear of misunderstanding; now, my hands freely tease all her sensitivities, unafraid of her anger. This is the most direct reflection of my changed mindset.

I kissed her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck, down to her collarbone, to her chest and abdomen. As I continued searching for that cleavage, she resisted and stopped me. She seemed to dislike others kissing her genitals, and didn't like others kissing theirs either. I didn't force her, but instead played with her nipples, gently licking her earlobes. When she trembled, I penetrated her. I won't go into the passionate part, but after a long enough time, I was too tired to move, and she took the initiative. I never thought women could be so proactive. Later, we both enjoyed ourselves in the woman-on-top position. We did it again in the morning. After taking this "pleasure pill," my erection was very noticeable, and she said I was too big and lasted too long, which made her uncomfortable. It seems I took too much. Later, I only needed to take half a tablet beforehand each time.

We did it a few more times after that. Before I left Taizhou, we went shopping together, and I gave her a teddy bear. It was the first time I entered her room, and I watched her share her experiences of being alone in Taizhou. However, we both seemed to implicitly accept that the other didn't belong to us; neither of us deliberately asked for or tried to keep the other. Perhaps what we had between us was just friendship, a friendship that could satisfy the other's physical needs when needed.

[The End]

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