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One winter, our company took on a business deal in another city. Because the deal would take a long time, we rented an apartment there.

That winter was incredibly cold; every morning, the windows were covered in thick frost. Once, I forgot to put my phone on the windowsill, and it froze to death overnight. However, our business was doing quite well. During the day, we were out meeting all sorts of clients, and in the evenings, my colleagues and I would gather, have a few drinks, chat idly, and then go to bed with the electric blankets turned up to the maximum temperature.

A few months into the business, with the Spring Festival approaching and a major promotional event about to begin, the company temporarily transferred two female colleagues. We were all familiar with each other, but our relationship was purely professional. However, when we met again in that city, something was noticeably different. Perhaps it was the fear of leaving familiar surroundings, or perhaps it was the freedom of being away from boyfriends. One girl in my department was noticeably bolder and more open.

It was so cold that she put her hands in my pockets, and when we ate together, I held her hands, saying it was to warm them, which she readily accepted. That evening, after dinner, the two girls came to my room and another boy's room to play cards. My male colleague and I pushed two single beds together, turned on the electric blankets, and the four of us, wearing only light clothing, started playing cards around the beds. While playing, one of the girls said she was a little cold, so I spread the blankets and pulled her into my arms, then joined the other two colleagues. However, the blankets were in the way, so we stopped playing after a while. The other man and woman each had their own blankets.

Since the four of us were from the same company, we started talking about company matters. We were all young and had some complaints about some shady things in the company. But at that moment, other shady things were happening right under the noses of the two colleagues.

At first, I pulled the girl into my arms just for warmth. But as the embrace lasted longer, the atmosphere became strange. Our body temperatures began to mingle, and the girl's body temperature noticeably rose; her face was flushed from the outside. I, who was holding her hand, gently began to stroke the back of her hand with my fingers.

Her hand, which was beside my leg, also began to gently stroke my leg with her fingers. At this time, the other two colleagues were still gossiping, and I joined in their chatter, while my other hand began to slide towards her waist.

The girl flinched slightly, then stopped moving, and my fingers began to gently stroke her waist and back through her thin clothing. At this moment, the male colleague opposite seemed to have seen something, gave me a jealous look, and continued his gossip. The other female colleague lowered her head and thought for a while, but didn't say anything and continued chatting. By this time, the temperature under the covers had reached a certain level, and before I could take any further action, the girl's hand had already moved to my genitals.

After what had just happened, my penis was already hard and hot, but I didn't continue to move, just letting it remain hard, gently stroking the girl's skin, enjoying this ambiguous feeling. To be honest, you wouldn't normally notice, but the girl was quite voluptuous, and her skin felt soft and smooth to the touch. At this moment, the girl also ran her fingers back and forth on my penis, just like I had, and my penis couldn't help but stiffen again. A girl's fragrance wafted over, and the girl changed her position, lying more comfortably in my arms. We embraced like an intimate couple. However, we were under the covers, in front of two other male and female colleagues.

By this time, I could see that the girl was already aroused, and the conversation in the room had quieted down. I started to ramble on about random topics, from the company manager to Chinese football, from movies to celebrity gossip. This helped the others to start talking again.

Taking advantage of an opportunity, my hand, which had been caressing the girl, began to move deeper, gently touching the girl's inner thigh through her outer pants, and then feeling her lace panties.

The panties weren't big, and I could slowly caress her from the edge of her inner thigh, but I didn't want to go in that way, as it might constrict her. So my hand started to move upwards, slipping inside her panties from above her stomach. It was warm, smooth, and a little damp under a patch of pubic hair. I didn't dare look at the girl's face and continued chatting about football with my male colleague across from me. But while I was talking about football, the girl's hand started moving below. Perhaps she and her live-in boyfriend were used to it; he started unzipping my pants, gently slipped his hand inside, and then grabbed my already hard penis from the side and pulled it out. There was no sign of it outside the blanket, and neither of my two colleagues across from me noticed. Just like that, my penis was proudly displayed under the blanket.

Perhaps it was too passionate under the blanket, because my topic naturally turned to dirty jokes. What started as me telling jokes gradually became one of us telling jokes. The girl's hand under the blanket also started to move from stroking to stroking.

My hand, which was inside her underwear, also started to move. Slowly, I found her labia, stroked them for a while, and then gently parted them, touching her nipple. A sticky liquid slid out from between her legs, and soon she was wet. I could clearly feel her hand stroking me faster, and an explosive feeling began to fill my abdomen and legs, and I started to thrust towards the spot her hand was stroking.

Her hand gripped me tighter and faster, the other hand burning hot. I felt her burning little hand rubbing my penis, then touching the glans, then moving downwards. Just as I wanted her to touch me again, her hand moved up and slid over the glans. My hand, inside her panties, began to penetrate deeper, sliding over a soft opening, my middle finger entering a pool of warm water. I felt her grip tighten suddenly, then she gently tightened her fingers and squeezed my testicles.

The two people opposite us started chatting animatedly, but we talked less. My mind was blank; I only knew to accelerate, stimulating each other and feeling the stimulation in return. At a peak, I felt her hand inside her panties suddenly fill with fluid, flowing from her fingers to her palm. My penis trembled and accelerated. She seemed to sense my swelling, her warm, wet hand enveloping the glans and rubbing it vigorously. At that moment, I looked across at my colleague, another woman from my company, who was staring intently at my blanket. Apparently, we'd been quite passionate earlier; the spot where she'd been stroking my penis was swollen, and I could see her hand still moving under the blanket.

The woman across from me looked into my eyes, and I noticed the strange look in hers as well. Then, I finally broke through the barrier and ejaculated forcefully. While I was ejaculating, the girl continued to stroke me, my semen sticking to her hand and my glans. She continued stroking me for a long time, and my penis, which had just ejaculated, became erect again in her hand. In revenge, I thrust my fingers into her vagina several times. She smiled at me and quietly moved her hand away.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and my penis slowly softened. But a moment later, I realized I was wrong.

The girl put the hand that had been stroking me back inside her panties and grabbed the hand I hadn't had time to remove. I felt some sticky liquid on my hands again; she had grabbed the semen I had ejaculated and placed it in my hand again. Then, I felt my hand, under her control, begin to slide down her genitals again, the semen on my hand sliding into her vagina with the movement of my fingers. Before I knew it, I was hard again. At

this moment, my female colleague across from me, probably tired or scared, made an excuse to go back to her room. The girl in my blanket also got up and left. As she left, she gently tucked my penis back into my pants and zipped it up, but my penis was still hard. As she left, I glanced at her; she smiled, looked down, and walked away without saying a word.

I couldn't fall asleep after turning off the lights. Even though I had just ejaculated, my penis was still hard, and I wanted to find a place to release it. This went on for almost an hour, and my male colleague in the same room had already started snoring. I quietly put on my coat and went into the living room. Thinking about how that girl had put the semen from my hand back into her vagina, my penis hardened again. I looked around to make sure no one was there, then quietly unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. Under the streetlights outside the window, I looked at my dark red penis, angrily erect, thrusting upwards.

Suddenly, the door to the room where my two female colleagues lived opened, and a girl with bare legs, wearing only a coat, rushed out. She was startled to see someone in the living room, but then she saw my erect penis.

Seeing the bare-legged girl staring at my penis, my first instinct was to cover it up, but it was too embarrassing to be facing a girl. And right now, I was burning with desire, my penis just wanted to be pounded by a girl. I steeled myself and got hard. That girl's legs were really amazing; though a bit dark, they were long and sexy, and her thighs were very firm.

When my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized this wasn't the girl who had touched me and made me ejaculate earlier, but the girl who had been staring at me while I was cumming. This girl was actually more outgoing than the previous one, and dressed sexier, but her evasive expression earlier had made me really uneasy.

"Going to the toilet?" I don't even know how I said that.

"Yeah," the girl nodded, but still kept her head down, looking at my penis, showing no sign of leaving.

"I'll go with you," I said, almost turning around and running away. What a mess!

"Yeah," the girl nodded again and turned to walk towards the toilet.

Seeing her go, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow. My penis was already a little soft, so I quickly pulled it back. I hurried after her, took off my coat, and even though she was wearing one over hers, I put mine on her instead, saying, "Don't get cold."

The girl didn't refuse, pulling my coat closer and putting it on. Just as she pulled it, her fingers touched my hand, and she instinctively pulled away, her face slightly flushed. An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air. I followed her into the small bathroom and locked the door.

There was a small radiator in the bathroom, so the temperature was comfortable. The bathroom had been recently cleaned and didn't smell bad. In this small space, smelling her fragrance, my heart started racing.

The girl didn't say anything when she saw me come in. She took off her underwear, placed it on the toilet, and started relieving herself.

Hearing the slippery sound, I got hard again. At that moment, I didn't have any other thoughts in mind; I just wanted to penetrate her.

"You're so beautiful," I said ingratiatingly, trying to get closer to her. This girl wasn't exactly beautiful; her skin was a bit dark, but very smooth, and she had a sexy figure. Even in autumn and winter, she liked to wear short skirts. I'd fantasized about her countless times.

She looked at me and smiled gently.

"You saw me in our room just now?" I started to steer the conversation in that direction.

"Yes," she nodded again, unusually quiet today. But I had to try anyway. So I leaned closer and gently stroked her neck. To my surprise, she stretched her neck out, tilting her head back slightly, letting me stroke her. I stroked her neck upwards, down to her face, her ears, and her hair.

She let out a soft moan. I pressed my head against hers, kissing her from her hair to her ears, her cheeks, and her neck. Then I gently helped her up and onto the toilet seat.

I placed my hands on her breasts. Her breasts were very firm; I could barely hold them all in one hand. When I first grabbed her, she noticeably pulled back a little, probably because my hands were a bit cold. But before I could pull back, her breasts pressed against me again. I gently stroked her nipples, gliding over the areolas, and grasped the entire nipple in my hand. Then I took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently licking and sucking it, while my other hand gently kneaded the other nipple.

At this moment, she seemed to let out a moan from her chest and abdomen, which was particularly alluring. She put her head close to my ear and whispered, "Bite my nipple gently." I got excited and didn't stop in time, biting down hard on her nipple.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, clearly hurt. She punched my shoulder a few times. I was a little startled, turned my head to listen for any noise outside, and then took her nipple back into my mouth and gently bit it.

This time she was obviously more comfortable and began to moan softly.

As she moaned, her hand began to explore my genitals. However, she didn't seem as skilled as the other girl. Although she unzipped my pants, she couldn't undo my belt after several attempts. Once, the zipper almost pinched my penis. I pushed her onto the water tank and buried my head between her legs. Her pubic hair wasn't as thick as the previous girl's, just a sparse tuft at the top. I started licking her pubic hair, constantly stirring her vulva with my tongue.

After licking for two minutes, I heard a "plop" sound; her vulva opened, revealing a small hole about the thickness of a finger. I couldn't wait any longer and pulled down my pants, inserting myself between her legs.

After a few rubs of the glans against her vulva, my penis plunged inside her. Her moans grew louder, and I didn't care about anything else, starting to thrust forcefully. "Plop, plop" sounds came from below, and her juices kept splashing out, wetting my pubic hair. I guessed her vulva was soaking wet too.

At that moment, all I wanted to do was thrust forcefully, fully releasing the desire that the girl had aroused. I just kept thrusting. After about ten minutes, the girl was burning hot all over, hugged me tightly, and screamed. I quickly covered her mouth with mine. Her tongue went into my mouth and started swirling and sucking, while I continued thrusting.

After a few more minutes of this, I heard the sound of a door opening, followed by footsteps approaching the bathroom. I covered the girl's mouth with mine, continuing to thrust forcefully. The sound reached the bathroom door, pushed it, but didn't open it. After a while, there was still no movement. I figured someone had gone to the bathroom, but couldn't open the door and went back inside.

By then, I was also approaching my climax. I lifted the girl off the toilet, and then continued thrusting in mid-air. The girl's buttocks repeatedly landed on me, rubbing against my pubic hair, her vagina contracting again and again, making my penis swell. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; I just wanted to ejaculate forcefully inside her.

Just as I was reaching my climax, the door behind me suddenly opened. I turned around abruptly, still holding the girl, and saw the girl I had touched before we went to bed standing in the doorway. I don't know what happened; maybe her foot had untied the bathroom lock while I was doing those movements with the girl in my arms.

Looking at the girl's surprised eyes outside the door, I felt nothing but embarrassment. But at that moment, the girl in my arms contracted again, and a surge of heat clearly hit the head of my penis. I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, pushing the girl in my arms a few more times, and then ejaculated like a fountain, right under the girl's gaze.

Perhaps we were making too much noise; the light in the boss's room came on. I quickly carried the girl, who was now limp as a rag doll, to their room, and the other girl followed. I placed the girl I was holding on their bed and quickly closed the door. The leader came out of the room, walked around the living room, and then went back inside. Whether the leader saw that I wasn't sleeping in my room, I don't know; I just hope he didn't notice.

At that moment, I noticed the girl I'd been touching inappropriately was still standing there. I reached out to pull her away, but she shook me off, went to her bed, covered her head, and ignored me. The girl I'd just been with also covered her head, just like the other girl.

A wave of weakness and exhaustion washed over me; I was truly exhausted. I didn't dare stay in their room long, afraid my boss would hear me talking, so I just patted each of them lightly twice and went back to my own room.

Once I was under my own blanket, in the darkness, I could hear how fast and loud my heart was beating.

If my heart was beating so loudly in the dark, how many people could have heard the girl's moans earlier?

In my panic and exhaustion, I drifted off to sleep.

(Later, I was forced out of the company. To put it nicely, it was called resignation, but it was really just forced termination. The person who did it was the manager who was away that time, but I feel the girl I had sex with was involved. Looking back now, I still don't quite understand, but since there was a reason, there's no point in complaining. Now at my new company, my income has more than doubled, and the work is much easier, but sometimes I still reminisce about my youthful recklessness.)

[The End]

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