The "stairwell" of a secluded paradise

That was ten years ago, in the summer of 2005. Following a diversified strategy, the group company was expanding into the large-scale pharmaceutical wholesale and logistics distribution industry. Personnel from various departments were transferred to the new company, and I was unfortunately chosen. Although I was reluctant, I couldn't resist the coercion and enticement from my superiors, who promised me a promotion and a raise. For the sake of my job, I gritted my teeth and endured the hardship. The journey was long, the work was demanding, and I faced many new faces. I felt incredibly anxious, thinking back to the leisurely days at the group headquarters, my own secluded haven, the "staircase," where I could take turns enjoying myself with my old flames. How could those good days have vanished so quickly? I was unwilling to accept this and instinctively wanted to rebuild my former glory! Hard

work pays off. After several months of grueling work, I completed most of my assigned tasks, and the newly recruited workers began training and starting work. My superiors were satisfied and kept their word, promoting me to supervisor and giving me a raise. My heart finally settled down. The only downside was that my old flame was in the same city and I longed for her, but I could only dream of her. I racked my brains, searching every corner of the new company building, and finally found that the elevator machine room on the roof was a good place. On a stormy Sunday, I was on duty, and there were few people in the office area. I tried my best to coax and trick my old flame of many years, "Hong," a 48-year-old married woman from a respectable family, into coming over. She was naive and simple-minded. Years ago, I had seduced her with sweet words, tricked her into going to the movie theater, and aroused her sexually. Soon after, she gave herself to me. I secretly led her from the stairwell I had scouted beforehand into the elevator machine room on the roof. I couldn't wait any longer and forced her to sit on the cardboard-covered floor against the wooden door. I pulled and yanked her lower body naked. She grumbled, complaining about the dirt, but I was too eager to resist and forced myself on her, shoving my way into her vagina. Outside, a storm raged; inside, we were locked in a secret lovemaking session—exciting yet terrifying. It was over in a few minutes. She grumbled and never came back. Helpless, I had to go back to our "stairwell" for our own pleasure, while also taking turns fooling around with several other older women.

Work settled into a routine, life remained the same, and days passed. Before I knew it, it was spring of 2006, a season of renewal. I suddenly noticed the stock market had quietly climbed above 2000 points. My intuition told me a bull market was coming! Instinctively, I invested my savings and family money in batches. A few months later, my account profits had grown to five figures. I was overjoyed! As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust; when you have money, you think of women." My dormant heart began to stir! It was a Sunday when I was on duty. I was hunched over my desk, surfing the internet. The afternoon sun shone warmly through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. Suddenly, I noticed "Yun" was also on duty, carrying cleaning supplies. We usually didn't get along much, just exchanging greetings. But today, for some reason, I felt a strong urge to be close to her. I took the initiative to greet her and tell her to take a break. She smiled appreciatively and came over to stand beside me, chatting idly. Her tall, sturdy frame was like a solid wall, yet she spoke softly and quietly—something she never usually did. Suddenly, I realized that we had both subconsciously harbored feelings for each other. Because when I boldly and quietly squeezed her hand… She immediately grasped my hand in response, our eyes meeting in unison. I scanned her entire body—her full breasts, thick thighs, and plump buttocks—stirring beneath her green work clothes. My lust surged. I pretended to chat casually, secretly caressing her buttocks with my left hand. She didn't move. I whispered that she would come downstairs with me in a bit. She hummed in understanding and walked away. When I went downstairs, she followed me. When we reached the second floor, I was about to lead her into the equipment room when we encountered other people, so we changed course and went downstairs instead. As she pushed her cart and parted from me, she suddenly said, "Why don't we go to my place? It's okay, he's not home." I was lustful but timid, saying, "Let's do it another day." She repeatedly said it was fine, and seeing my hesitation, she reluctantly went back. That night, my lust was at its peak, and I called my old flame, "Ling," a 43-year-old divorced woman. She was exhausted from working at the counter during the day and dragged her weary body over. I fucked her until her back ached.

At this point, it was only a matter of time before Yun became the first older woman in my new project. A week later, I decided to take her to the "stairwell" after get off work for a try. Unfortunately, she had just started her period, and as she left, she repeatedly said, "I'm sorry, let's wait a few more days." I was both amused and exasperated. What a kind older woman! Later, I learned that she was from out of town, illiterate, divorced years ago, and living with a widower, thin old man from the city. She had been hired by the company as a cleaner last year and was only 44 years old, in the prime of her life. With an older man and a younger woman, she was sexually frustrated, and it was only a matter of time before she cheated on me. Waiting for her was agonizing, so I reluctantly took my old flame, Hong, back to the stairwell for some sex. Just one day later, she said her period was over. That evening, she took the bus to the stairwell, and I picked her up and we slipped into the "stairwell," where she became my sixteenth woman.

Because she was tall and strong, she accidentally bumped her head on a low concrete beam when she entered the room, and the pain was excruciating. I quickly comforted her with my hand. In this cramped space, we quickly undressed and, as usual, helped her squat on the basin. I used bottled water to wash her vulva with soap and massaged her vagina, which emitted a strong, fishy smell. She seemed to have never been trained by a man like this before, and she was panting heavily. Her vulva was even slippery with fluid. She lay supine on the sofa mattress, her naked, plump, white body exposed to the spotlight overhead. Her two thick, rounded thighs, the layers of flesh on her abdomen, her large, full breasts, and her thick, dark pubic hair were a sight rarely seen in women I'd ever met. This unassuming, weathered old woman possessed such a delicate, white body. I couldn't wait to press myself against her heavy, muscular frame. She immediately embraced me, kissing me passionately, her tongue actively exploring my mouth, biting, licking, and sucking. We rubbed and caressed each other, she sucked on my nipples. My lower body quickly hardened with excitement. She was overflowing with lustful fluids, and she willingly parted her legs to meet me. I lifted her legs with my arms and knelt down, penetrating her. She sighed softly, her eyes closed, her hands gripping my arms, letting me manipulate her in various ways, her hands flattening... She thrust hard with her thighs, I straddled her body, hooked my left arm around her neck, and used my right arm to lift her left leg and thrust again. She said her legs were tired, so I changed to holding her big buttocks with both hands and lifting her legs high to thrust again. Finally, I carried her calves on my shoulders and squatted down, thrusting up and down on her buttocks. The mattress springs creaked as I thrust, and she moaned "Ah ah" repeatedly. Several times, she cried out "It hurts!" as I thrust out my dark, shiny penis and showed it to her. She looked up with difficulty and then fell back down, letting me thrust again until all my thick semen shot into her vagina. Our lower bodies were a mess, and her vaginal opening was covered with thick white fluid. We were both satisfied with the unbridled indulgence and the novelty and excitement of our extramarital affair. She even called the old man and said, "It's all done," and that she was taking the bus home. She asked him to pick her up at the bus stop later and boasted that the old man listened to her! I watched her get into the car and drive away, disappearing into the bustling city night.

[The End]

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