Her hands are so beautiful.

I work in a small advertising studio. I'm 30 years old, not old, but already a long-time employee. My daily work is mundane and monotonous until two months ago when a beautiful young woman born in the 90s joined, bringing some color to my work environment.

Her name is Hu Tingting, born in 1992, a recent graduate with a degree in advertising design. She's 165cm tall, weighs 50kg, has waist-length hair, and wears large glasses. When she first arrived, she wasn't very talkative and didn't attract my attention. After a few days, my supervisor had her learn some basics from me. Most graduates these days really don't know anything, so I had to start teaching her from the very basics. After a few days, I found her to be very smart, but not very dedicated to her work, so I just let it slide. This actually led to us spending more time chatting, and I gradually got to know her better. Gradually, I discovered that she was truly stunningly beautiful (I always seem to be a step behind others; I rarely find someone beautiful at first glance. It usually takes me a long time to realize how beautiful they are, which is probably why I've failed so many blind dates). What excited me most was her incredibly beautiful hands—slender, even, fair, and smooth, with very fine wrinkles and barely visible pores. This reminded me of a passage from Gu Long describing Lin Xian'er: "Most beautiful women's hands are beautiful. But no matter how beautiful the hands, they all have some flaws. Some have slightly darker skin, some have slightly larger nails, some have slightly thicker fingertips, some have slightly larger pores… Even the woman who haunted his dreams and whom he would never forget had hands that weren't entirely without flaws.

Because of her strong personality, her hands were somewhat large.

But the hands I saw before me were perfect, without any flaws, just like…" It was a meticulously carved piece of mutton-fat jade, without a single blemish, so soft, neither too thick nor too thin, neither too long nor too short. "Hands are the most common thing, but it's actually very difficult to have truly beautiful hands. Since I fell in love with these hands, I've been completely captivated, fantasizing countless times about them stroking my large penis. Hu Tingting quickly rose to the top of my list of sexual fantasies. In my daily work, I always sought opportunities for intimate contact with those hands. Although I often fantasized about various sexual encounters with her, in real life, I never dared to cross that line. After all, life isn't a novel where you can just sleep with whomever you want. In reality, you have to consider various factors, so it remained just a fantasy.

As time went on, I gradually learned more about her. It turned out she was from another province, from a working-class family, and had a boyfriend when she first entered university, but they had broken up long ago." I've always been single and currently rent an apartment for 2000 yuan a month. By the way, she's still in her probationary period, earning a basic salary of around 2000 yuan a month. Sigh, I really can't understand these post-90s kids.

To spend more time with her, I've been working overtime a lot lately, since she's learning from me and has to keep me company. Of course, she doesn't have to do anything; most of the time I'm pretending to work while she's on her phone. After work, I try to invite her out for a meal, but she always declines, saying she's busy. However, she always seems very sincere, so I'll tentatively believe she might genuinely be busy.

Time passed day by day, and opportunity always favors the prepared. As the saying goes, what you hold in your heart will eventually come to pass. On the 13th of this month, while working overtime as usual, she seemed to have eaten something that upset her stomach and went to the bathroom several times. This time, when she went to the bathroom again, her phone kept ringing incessantly. It was really... Driven by curiosity, I unlocked her phone. It was password protected, but someone like me, who'd been plotting this for so long, couldn't possibly have missed the password, haha. What I saw was astonishing: she was on a dating app, displaying numerous flirtatious text messages from a man, and her profile was filled with sexy photos. Based on my years of experience, I knew immediately she was doing this kind of work.

I felt a mix of excitement and disappointment. Excitement because I finally had a chance to realize my Chinese dream, but seeing her doing this really bothered me, because in real life she gave off a pure, girl-next-door vibe. Ultimately, my lust prevailed, and I silently memorized her username. Two days

later, I registered an account on the dating app called "God's Hand" and started trying to contact her. It didn't go smoothly at first because she was very cautious. We only chatted about ordinary topics, and whenever I tried to steer the conversation in a certain direction, she would consciously change the subject. Later, I had a sudden inspiration and remembered the username of the person I had chatted with last time. I mentioned it to her, saying that XX had introduced us, and she finally lowered her guard.

Then things gradually progressed, but the process wasn't as simple as depicted in the movies, which I won't go into detail about here. Anyway, we finally agreed on a time at 8:00 PM. She said she might be a little late if she had to work overtime and would contact me again. Overtime? How could I possibly work overtime? What a joke. The location was her apartment. We agreed on a price: 500 yuan for one time, 1500 yuan for the whole night. Without hesitation, I chose the latter. I left work early, of course, without working overtime.

After returning home, I prepared myself carefully. After all, she was someone I knew well, and I was both nervous and excited. Time passed slowly, but it was still 7:30 PM. I set off from home, feeling uneasy the whole way. I wondered if I should buy her a bouquet of flowers, but then I thought it wasn't a date, so I decided against it.

Finally, I arrived at her door, knocked lightly a few times, and then I heard her footsteps getting closer and closer. My heart was pounding. The moment she opened the door, you can imagine the surprise and embarrassment on her face. Seeing her flushed face and stammering, my excitement grew even stronger, and my little brother involuntarily stood up. I gently grasped her hands, the hands that haunted my dreams, and looked deeply into her eyes, saying, "I really like you. I've liked you for a long time." As I spoke, I slowly helped her to the bedside. I gently embraced her, and she struggled slightly before giving up. I gently kissed her cheeks, stroked her silky hair, and then kissed her fair neck, which was incredibly arousing. As my desire burned, my kisses grew more intense, until finally I kissed her lips. Our tongues intertwined; her tongue was so smooth and soft, intertwining and lingering. I wanted to stay entwined forever, but I couldn't, because my lips still had to kiss her two large nipples. My hands, without her noticing, secretly removed her bra. She was very slender, though unfortunately her breasts weren't very large, but her nipples were enormous, like two big grapes. I couldn't wait to pluck them, one with my hand and the other greedily sucking with my mouth. She began to moan softly. Such a slender waist, only a little bit of flesh on her lower abdomen; overall, it was very flat. She had previously demonstrated touching her belly button with her hand behind her back, effortlessly. Finally, I removed her last defense: a pair of Mickey Mouse underwear. A triangular pubic area appeared before my eyes; I knew where the most desirable place for a man was hidden. A gentle touch revealed it to be wet. We continued our passionate French kiss, one hand kneading her small breasts, the other touching her vulva. She gradually became aroused, slipping one of her hands into my crotch and beginning to stroke my penis with her hand. I was so excited! My long-cherished Chinese dream had finally come true. As her juices flowed more and more and her moans grew louder, I laid her down on the bed and gently parted her long legs. Her legs were incredibly beautiful—fair, slender, and perfectly straight. Her little feet were even more arousing; beautiful feet are my absolute favorite. Since it was winter, this was the first time I'd ever seen her feet, and they were truly stunning. I carefully admired her vulva; it was spotless, without a trace of darkening. Her labia minora bloomed before my eyes like two tiny flower petals. I couldn't resist bringing my mouth close and sucking on them, stimulating her to uncontrollably release more juices. Looking down, I saw her anus; it was flawless, without a trace of pigmentation. I couldn't resist licking it a few times with my tongue.

Finally, I slowly sucked on each of her toes, feeling incredibly satisfied. My little brother, seeing this, felt embarrassed and plunged into her vagina, lifting her long legs onto my shoulders. My hands caressed her legs, while my little brother thrust vigorously inside her. After a few rounds, we switched to the woman-on-top position, now her figure fully exposed. She moved up and down on me, her expression one of pure ecstasy. I reached out and grabbed her breasts, kneading them for a while, then gripped her waist tightly. My hands could almost touch her waist, showing how slender it was. A moment later, she bent down, letting me suckle her breasts. Her large nipples were in my mouth, so satisfying; communist life couldn't be better.

Then she put another nipple in my mouth, which felt amazing. However, the woman-on-top position was difficult to maintain; soon I felt I was losing control and quickly called for a stop. We changed positions, switching to the doggy style. Her buttocks weren't very big, but I liked them. I grabbed her snow-white buttocks with one hand and pulled her long hair with the other, thrusting wildly, each time hitting her core. Her moans reached the loudest point in China.

Finally, we switched to the side position, holding her long legs with one hand and continuing. This position was also the most crucial, allowing me to penetrate her vagina while she gently stroked my testicles with her beautiful hand. That one hand gently stroking my balls was incredibly pleasurable; I wouldn't trade it for anything. After a series of thrusts, a gush of hot fluid spurted out.

After calming down, we realized that we might have been too tense at the beginning, and we had both forgotten to use a condom. We were a little scared, but then we thought, with such a beautiful woman, it was worth it.

We did it twice more that night. Since we didn't use a condom the first time, we didn't bother with one either. Holding her in my arms and sleeping together was so comfortable. If she weren't a woman, I would really want to marry her, but if she weren't a woman, I probably would never have the chance to sleep with her. The only regret was that we didn't get to perform oral sex, but since we're colleagues and the Japanese Defense Minister is coming, I didn't force him.

[The End]

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