Our five-year love

When I first arrived at this company, I was stunned by her beauty. After we got to know each other, I learned that she was three years older than me and was preparing for her wedding. That morning, I was late and rushed up the stairs. White high heels and a bright green skirt revealed two shapely, shapely legs. I looked up and saw her smiling face. After a quick greeting, I continued climbing, but she suddenly called out to me. I stopped, sweating profusely. She reached out and smoothed my disheveled hair, saying, "That's more like it." I smiled awkwardly, but inside I wanted to cry. Amidst the teasing of my colleagues, I called her "sister," but in my heart, there was an indescribable sense of regret for not meeting her sooner, mixed with a comforting warmth. Just when I realized I had uncontrollably fallen in love with her, she put on her wedding dress and became someone else's bride.

I silently watched her get married in May. I silently watched her hair transform from lovely long, flowing locks to passionate waves, then to a mature updo. I silently watched her transform from a beautiful young girl into a charming young woman. I silently watched her express her love and happiness for her family. I silently watched her transform from a woman into a mother. I silently accepted her gentle and pure affection for me. I loved her for five years, and I remained silent for five years.

I struggled for five years, and finally decided to leave this place, to leave this dream that was destined to be unattainable. This was our last night. We clinked glasses, we sang and danced, everyone's emotions rose higher and higher, the atmosphere of the party became more and more enthusiastic, but in my heart, a desperate impulse grew stronger and stronger. Finally, when the lights dimmed and the music became more and more lingering, as I held her soft body and danced, I could no longer control myself.

"Sister, will you remember me in the future?" "What are you talking about?" She gave me a reproachful look. Fueled by alcohol, I mustered my courage and said, "I'll miss you forever." "I'm so glad you can," she replied softly. I couldn't help but hug her tighter. "You have no idea how much I don't want to be apart from you." She immediately pressed closer, her warm breasts pressed against my chest. I felt a surge of desire, but couldn't say anything. Under the hazy lights, we danced slowly, as if only the two of us remained in the world.

Tomorrow, tomorrow we will be worlds apart. "Can I kiss you?" I mustered my courage and asked. Her body trembled slightly, and after a moment, she said, "There are so many people around, don't let them see." "Just one kiss, and never again," I said childishly. She sighed softly and pressed her flushed face against mine.

I kissed her quickly, but a pang of sorrow gripped my heart. Time ticked by, and the party was about to end.

Tomorrow, tomorrow we will be worlds apart again.

I looked up and saw that she was also watching me. I didn't care about anything else. Tonight, let my love bloom like a fleeting flower, and I wouldn't care if it withered tomorrow. Seeing her lips part, I secretly made up my mind: no matter what she said, I would bring her to my place, let her know my love for her, and let me love her properly, even if it was just for one night.

Her luscious red lips came close to my ear, and she gently parted them, saying in a voice only we could hear, "Tonight, I'll come to your place." I felt like I was going to explode. As soon as I entered my room, I couldn't wait to embrace her and kiss her tightly.

We didn't separate for a long time. She raised her hand to brush her disheveled hair and tapped my forehead: "Why aren't you saying anything?" I hugged her tightly again: "You have no idea how happy I am, I finally kissed you." She was so shy she couldn't lift her head: "Okay, I'll do as you say today." Encouraged, I immediately lifted the hem of her cheongsam and saw her two beautiful legs, encased in stockings, awkwardly intertwined. Below were black high heels, and above were white panties. The two sections of her thighs between the stockings and panties were exposed under the light, gleaming with a tender white glow. We sat on the bed, embracing each other. She reached out and took off her high heels. I stroked her soft ankles, watching her two beautiful feet shyly hooked together.

She slowly pulled down her stockings first, revealing her two white and slender legs completely. Seeing these two jade legs, which I had secretly admired countless times in the office and longed for countless times, now presented to me without reservation, I almost suffocated.

She leaned closer to me, and I began to undress her, but the more I tried, the harder it became to unbutton

her cheongsam. She had to do it herself, and the pale red cheongsam ripped open, revealing her fair chest. As I stared in disbelief, she pushed me away, turning her smooth, jade-like back to me: "Come on, help me." I unhooked her bra, and it came undone in an instant. I hugged her tightly, my hands cupping her protruding breasts.

A warm, soft sensation filled my hands. I caressed her warm, dovetail-like breasts with tenderness, thinking of how many times in the office she had unintentionally bent over me, and I could see the undulating waves of her breasts through her neckline, making my mouth dry and my gaze averted.

I leaned in and took one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. She moaned, "Don't be so rough," she said, pressing my head down. I released her: "That year when you gave birth, I brought a bouquet of flowers to the delivery room. That was the first time I saw your breasts, and I really wanted to eat them like that child." She smiled sweetly: "Didn't I give them all to you today?" My hand moved to her thigh: "Sister, I never expected you to be so tender, so soft." Her thighs opened wider, but she freed her hands to start unbuttoning my clothes.

I slipped my hand into her panties, stroking a patch of soft hair. She stopped me with her hand and took off her panties herself. I snatched her panties back, seeing that her genitals were already slippery. I gave her a playful look, and her face turned even redder: "It's all because you were groping around in the dance hall." After saying that, she lay back on the bed, her perfect, flawless body, which had entered my dreams so many times, intertwined with mine. I climbed on top of her and inserted a finger into her vulva, without any resistance. I leaned close to her ear and whispered,

"Sis, it's already a vast ocean inside."

She raised her arm to cover her eyes, "You little rascal, don't embarrass me, okay?" The fragrance emanating from her mouth enveloped me. I had just taken off my clothes when she pulled me tightly into her arms, her soft, wet tongue pressing against my mouth in a passionate kiss. Her slender fingers grasped my already engorged penis and slowly guided it into her warm vagina.

I lifted her arms and thrust hard, my penis plunging in all the way. I groaned, and she let out a long sigh. We remained still for a long time; she gently kissed my face, while I quietly remained inside her, feeling her tightness, her movements, and her lubrication. I looked up at her, gazing deeply into her eyes, "Today feels like a dream." She cupped my face in her hands and said softly, "Do whatever you want." I began to thrust wildly, her moans growing louder and deeper. Suddenly, I felt her vagina tighten, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her legs clamping around me, her body almost frozen. My hot semen finally gushed out.

It took a long time for us to recover from our ecstatic state. I passionately kissed every part of her body, but she gently pushed me away: "I have to go home." "Thank you, sister," I said sincerely. "

Don't say that," she said, sitting up and picking up her cheongsam, only to find it was very wrinkled. She chuckled and shook her head:

"You're something else." Then she reached for her bag and took out another suit. I watched as she took out a clean pair of underwear and put it on, then stretched out a pair of black stockings and pulled them onto her legs. I thought about how I had endured this helplessness for five years. I loved her, and I didn't want to force her in the slightest, didn't want to interfere with her peaceful and normal life in any way.

But after that, I would never see her again, never hear her gentle voice again, never see her beautiful face again. Glistening thighs, supple waist, full breasts, beautiful flower buds, shy breaths, melodious moans—all of that just now belongs to the past forever. From now on, I can only rely on these warm memories to pass the lonely hours.

I couldn't control myself and hugged her tightly. "Don't go, okay?" "How can I?" She turned to look at me and then tidied my hair. "Do you think I just drank a little too much today, that's why I did this to you?" "You're acting so strange today." "No. You don't know how much I love you, you don't know how long I've loved you, you don't know why I left here." I told her these words that I had been holding back for so long. She looked at me in surprise.

"I didn't want you to know, I know it's no use saying it, it'll only add to your burden, just more trouble, and it'll all end inconclusively." "Don't say anymore," she hugged me, "I love you too." We kissed again. My hand reached for her breasts, she took off her panties and started pulling down her stockings. I couldn't wait any longer, I pounced on her on the bed and entered her body again. "You're really something." She smiled, stopped struggling, and instead lifted her legs to wrap around my waist. The stark contrast between her black stockings and pale thighs fueled my desire, and my penis stood erect. I placed her long legs on my shoulders and thrust deeper into her.

"You're so good," she gasped, her vulva already soaking wet. "Sis, you should move too," I nudged her, coaxing her. She rolled her eyes at me, then gradually became more proactive. I felt her vagina begin to suck and pull, gripping my penis tightly. Her slender waist began to twist, her round buttocks thrusting rhythmically beneath me, and her breasts filled my mouth.

I simply rolled over and let her straddle me. She lowered her head, shoving my slid penis back into her flower, and then began to thrust wildly. I watched her skin flush, watched her bite her lower lip tightly, watched a strand of her sweat-dampened hair fall across her forehead, watched her nipples harden, watched her beautiful vulva open and close with my thrusts. I finally understood what the allure and beauty of a middle-aged woman truly meant.

I ejaculated again, and she lay on top of me, her body supple and boneless. I held her fragrant body, gently wiping the beads of sweat from her skin: "Sister, were you alright just now?" She nodded against my chest, unable to speak. "Only I know how beautiful you are in this world," I said, stroking her firm buttocks.

"Was I alright?" she asked. I nodded vigorously. "I didn't expect you to be so amazing," she said, pinching my nipple. "Actually, this was my first time," I said. "Really? You little rascal." "But in my fantasies, I've made love to you countless times." She fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Actually, sometimes when I'm with him, I think of you. Today, I couldn't hold back anymore; this is our last time together." "Ever since we met, I've fallen in love with you.

I just can't control myself." "We've been together for five years, and you've grown from a little boy into a man. Sometimes I especially want to stay in the office just to be with you. But I always thought it was just my unrequited love. I'm always so concerned about whether you have a girlfriend; I want you to find someone soon, I think that might make me less attached to you." "With you here, how could I possibly fall in love with someone else?" I smiled bitterly. So that's how it is, it's always been "mutual longing, mutual ignorance," and just like that, we've spent five years! But I don't regret it. I believe she's at her most beautiful now; she's given me her most beautiful side. Thanks to these long five years, my love for her has only grown stronger, and I've come to fully appreciate her beauty and kindness. These five years have felt so long, yet they've passed in the blink of an eye.

What about the future? I gripped her hand tightly and pleaded, "Sister, let's be together forever." "Don't be silly. I've given you everything. You need to find your own life now." I lowered my head. After a long while, I looked up again, my heart filled with clarity.

I looked at her and smiled gently, "Perhaps, we only have this one night together. I will remember this night forever. It was so short, yet it felt like an eternity." "That's right," she said softly, stroking my face. We kissed again. All the longing of the past five years would be revealed on this night, and all the romance of the past five years would end on this night. Holding her fragrant body, the thought that we could only meet in dreams from now on filled me with a bittersweet feeling. Her

kiss grew more passionate, and my penis became erect again. She sensed my change, gave me a seductive look, and lowered her head. I felt her soft, warm lips envelop my penis, and a fire surged within me again: "Sister, I want you again." She pulled me to her side, took my hand, and guided it to her lower body: "You don't know, when I'm making love with him, he always wants this part of me, sometimes it makes me really want it too, but I still hold back. Today I realized, I'm saving it for you..." She led my hand to her anus, too ashamed to continue. "Good sister!" I didn't know what to say.

She lay on the bed, arching her back, her buttocks raised high. I saw between her two white buttocks, her pink anus gently opening and closing, the juices from our lovemaking flowing there, glistening and moist, tempting me. I knelt behind her, supporting her soft, slippery buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand grasping my already hard penis, I inserted it into her anus. "Oh, be gentle, it hurts," she pleaded, turning her head to look at me. Since my penis had been kissed by her for a while, it was quite smooth, and her anus was covered in her juices, so I slowly pushed my large penis into her anus.

The warm, tight feeling made me thrust rapidly; she raised her hips to meet me, her starry eyes sparkling, further fueling my desire. Finally, her moans turned into low whimpers, and her anus stopped responding, beginning to dodge. I knew she couldn't hold back any longer, so I pulled my penis out of her anus, pressed her onto the bed, and thrust it hard into her vagina.

We climbed to the peak of pleasure together, and then plummeted back to earth together. When I saw her to the door, I saw tears glistening in her eyes. I hardened my heart, pretending nothing had happened, and saw her off without daring to say a word.

I knew clearly that if I opened my mouth, tears would flow uncontrollably, and I might even lose control, wanting to stay with her forever. She was gone, and my heart was empty. What fate awaits me in the years to come? What encounters will I have? Will I forget this beautiful, understanding, gentle, and charming woman? I don't know. I only know that tomorrow, we will be worlds apart.

[The End]

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