The most fun for working women

I met this woman at my last job in Jinan; let's call her Yaya. I applied for a supervisor position there; there was a manager above me. My first impression of her was that she was a career woman, around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. At that time, I had some experience with sex and women, and my first thought was, "If only I could get my hands on this woman."

Arriving at the new company, everything was unfamiliar. After a brief introduction, I quickly familiarized myself with the job. I started by looking at last month's vouchers and reports, then began working on the most basic tasks. Since I was going to manage the work below me, I first needed to be proficient. Things went relatively smoothly; I basically figured it out in a little over a month. My interactions with her were purely professional. She would occasionally ask if I had any suggestions after working for a while. About two or three months later, the company was taking over a brand and needed to conduct a detailed inventory check of the stores. She and I were responsible for inventory and related financial data. To avoid disrupting normal operations, we only started working after the stores in Henglong, Yinzhou, and World Trade Center closed. We worked overtime together for almost a week, often until 2 or 3 a.m. Coincidentally, we lived in the same direction, and my place was where she went home. During those days of working overtime, she drove me to and from work. I was fairly capable at work and helped her a lot. Sometimes we needed to work together to analyze data, using the same laptop, and we would sit next to each other. I would occasionally take the opportunity to make physical contact. Over the past few days, our relationship has progressed. At that time, I was pretty much a loser; I didn't have a car, took the bus to and from work, and rode a mountain bike in the spring and autumn. One day after get off work, she asked me how I got there, and I said I took the bus. She casually suggested a ride, since it was on her way. From then on, I often hitched rides home with her. Around this time, I also became familiar with other colleagues and learned some things about her indirectly. I learned that she had divorced years ago; her husband's family was initially very wealthy but later fell on hard times. She started working and divorced her husband. Later, when her child was in high school, she reconciled with him, but they didn't remarry and there was no real affection between them. Her husband was often away from home, and now her daughter is in college. That's when I learned that she was actually around 45 years old. As we became closer, I would often compliment her on the way home. She looked great in her clothes today, and her figure was amazing. At first, I thought she was only thirty-seven or thirty-eight. One afternoon, she went out to run some business and hadn't returned by the end of the day. All my colleagues in the office had left, so I made an excuse to call her and ask if she was coming back and if she had her office key. When she saw that I hadn't left, she said, "Why don't you wait a bit? I'll give you a ride." In the car, I jokingly said, "I'm used to walking home with you every day after get off work. It feels strange when you're not here." To my surprise, she replied that she had actually wanted to call and ask if I had left yet. A few days later, one rainy morning, she suddenly called me and said, "It's raining. Can you come and give me a ride?" I said I was sorry, but I was actually very happy to do so. After that, she started giving me rides to work every morning. Sometimes, when we were busy at the beginning and end of the month, I would stay up with her whenever I saw her working overtime. She would also peel fruit for me while we worked overtime, and our relationship was quite ambiguous. The real breakthrough came when she, the operations team, and I went to take over the Yantai region. We were working overtime again, and it was summer at the time. She caught a cold, probably because of staying up late. I knew she had a habit of drinking yogurt every day, so that day I secretly bought some cold medicine and a few bags of yogurt and left them at the hotel front desk (she shared a room with another colleague, so it wasn't convenient to deliver them). Then I sent her a WeChat message asking her to pick them up at the front desk, and I also sent her a hug emoji. When we worked overtime together, she would also make me a cup of coffee at night. It felt like we were a couple, but neither of us made it official. This continued for a while after we got back. One time, I went to the region to check the accounts and had to go on a business trip for three or four days. That day, she sent me a message to be careful and take care of myself. Then we chatted a lot for a few days, half-jokingly saying I missed her when I couldn't see her. It just went on like that, and things gradually became clear. At first, she was quite resistant, telling me to be gentle and that things were fine as they were. But after about a week of persistent pleading, I held her hand. While working overtime at the office, I kissed her. She said I brought her happiness, and that she felt sad every time we were apart. We both knew there was no future, but we were both deeply in love. Being with her was truly sweet; I cried in her arms, I was deeply moved. We always went to her house. Her daughter was in college and lived on campus, only coming home on weekends. I would use the excuse of business trips to go to her house at night, cook together, and make love all night long, wanting to possess her completely. We were like lovers. Until the day before I left the company, I spent the night at her house. Leaving the company, or rather, leaving Jinan, was because my wife became unexpectedly pregnant. We had been married for two years and it was time to have a child. My wife returned home when she was close to giving birth. Everything started anew, and I was forced to separate from her. I would occasionally visit her, and sometimes I would dream of her in the middle of the night.

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