My female colleague Ping and I

When Ping joined our company, I had already been there for three years, making me a veteran employee. My partner had just left, so the company poached a senior salesperson from a competitor with a high salary. The company's chubby boss called me into his office while I was idly playing cards on my computer.

"This is your new partner, five years older than me. She's been in sales for a long time and is very capable. From now on, she'll be working with you; you'll help her familiarize herself with the company environment and clients." I was stunned. It was obvious he meant she was more capable than me, and all I needed to do was get her familiar with the environment. Luckily, I wasn't very ambitious; I was just coasting along in this company. I wouldn't hold a grudge just because my partner was more favored by the management. I took a serious look at the woman beside me. She was about 1.63 meters tall and weighed around 130 pounds. She had a round face, wore a short braid, and had small but very beautiful eyes. She was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. She looked very capable. She had a friendly, approachable vibe. I fawned over the boss, assuring him that I would quickly familiarize Ping with the company environment and business relationships. I nodded and smiled at Ping. That's how we became partners. To be honest, for the first month or so, our relationship was very normal. I treated her like a friendly older sister, and she treated me like the only friend she could trust in the company. Ping's abilities were indeed excellent, and she adapted quickly.

I have to say, her business performance was much better than mine; she handled many clients that we couldn't handle before.

With Ping joining, the company's performance evaluation system became much easier for us to achieve. The whole thing started with our unlucky, chubby boss. Seeing how well we were doing, plus... With a little cash on hand, they got us a car—not a fancy one, just a Songhuajiang minivan. But for us, it was pretty good; we no longer had to endure the awful smell of long-distance buses. I have a driver's license, but honestly, my driving skills are terrible; I've hardly ever driven. My biggest advantage, however, is my daring. If the boss dared to buy it, I dared to drive it. Later, I discovered Ping was even more daring than me. No matter how badly I drove, she'd ride in it.

I guess she can't drive herself and thinks anyone who can hold the steering wheel is a skilled driver.

Haha, that's how we started living with a car. Every day we drove the minivan around, and she sat in the passenger seat looking quite comfortable. However, we usually went out and came back on the same day. Even if it was late, I would drive back. We never stayed out overnight, as it wasn't convenient to be out with a married man. Since it was just the two of us in the car every day, we had more time to chat—about work, clients, and our families.

Gradually, I learned about Ping's family. Her family life wasn't happy; she had a daughter. But her husband was indifferent to her, only interested in playing around, and they kept their money separate. I suddenly felt pity for her, realizing how difficult it was for her as a woman and a wife. She lacked the warmth of a family and the care of a husband, having to struggle alone. Gradually, I felt a growing attachment to Ping. We got along very well. Besides running errands, we'd spend our free time strolling through temple fairs and hiking at tourist attractions. It was indeed captivating to work and relax with a beautiful young woman every day. I could sense her growing affection; her family life was unhappy, and she barely spoke to her husband at home. With a colleague like me—so eloquent and considerate—how could she not have feelings for me? But we both maintained a sliver of clarity, trying to avoid sensitive topics. After all, we were both married and had moral boundaries. But we both felt that line was becoming increasingly blurred. All we lacked was an opportunity. Winter had arrived, and Ping had been with the company for three years. More than a month had passed. That day, our boss called us into his office and said, "A client in N City is going to hold a large-scale promotional event. You need to provide technical support. It's too far, so you should go the day before. Going on the day will cause delays." If we were to describe our relationship as World War I in the next year, then this unfortunate fat man would be like Gavrilo Princip, the Serbian youth who shot and killed Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife in Sarajevo. The opportunity had arrived. On the afternoon before the event, we drove to N City. In the car, we both remained silent, each thinking about what would happen that night. We both knew very well what staying in a hotel together that night meant in our current state. Finally, I broke the terrible silence and said with a grin, "Sister Ping, how about we share a room tonight?" "Why?" Ping didn't refuse. I said, clearly lacking confidence, "Sleeping in a room saves money! It's okay, the company will reimburse it, it won't cost you any money." I pretended to be very serious and said, "I'm afraid to sleep alone." Ping smiled and said, "I'm afraid to sleep with you." "Okay, then let's sleep together. If we share a room, we'll save a hundred yuan in room fees, haha." We joked around like this until we arrived in N City. Winter nights are early, and by 5 pm the streetlights were already on. I parked the car in front of a budget hotel and said to Ping, "Let's grab something to eat first." Ping nodded in agreement. We went to a rather upscale porridge shop near the hotel. It wasn't too crowded, so we found a discreet spot and ordered two dishes, two bowls of porridge, and a plate of pancakes. To bolster my courage, I also ordered a bottle of beer despite the cold winter. The dishes were fragrant, and the porridge was quite good, but neither of us seemed to have much of an appetite. We quickly finished our meal. After paying the bill, we went back to the front desk of the budget hotel and asked the receptionist to check into a room. The receptionist seemed used to seeing couples checking into rooms; she didn't ask any questions or ask for a marriage certificate. This made me feel a little more relaxed. We took the room key, went to a room on the third floor, swiped the card, and entered. Ping didn't say a word during this time. The moment the door closed, our pent-up desire erupted. Just like in every drama on TV, we frantically embraced and kissed, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. We kept our tongues locked in each other's mouths for a full five minutes, kissing our way from the hallway to the bed. I separated our bodies, swallowing hard, my tongue tingling. I started undressing. Although it was winter, the air conditioning in the room and the heat were unbearable. Cotton-padded clothes, wool sweaters, thermal vests, pants, wool pants—winter is definitely not a good season for an affair. Ping watched quietly as I undressed. When I was down to my underwear, I started helping her undress. Ping didn't resist much, and soon we were both naked. "Let's take a shower first," Ping finally said, her first words since leaving the porridge shop. "Okay, let's go together, sister." I took her hand and we went naked into the bathroom. Ping had fair skin, a plump but not bulky body, and large but not sagging breasts. Her nipples, however, were dark. We continued cuddling, kissing, and caressing under the shower. When my penis was so hard it felt like it would break, Ping pulled away and suddenly grinned mischievously, saying, "Stop fooling around, let me wash you." She had lost all her initial shyness.

She grasped my penis in both hands, somewhat surprised, and said, "It's long! Longer than your husband's?" "I won't tell you," Ping whispered. We rubbed each other's bodies, gradually becoming unable to resist. Her genitals were already soaking wet, I couldn't tell if it was clear water or vaginal fluid. "Are you done? Let's go to bed," I suggested. "If we keep going like this, we'll really have to do it in the bathroom." We quickly dried ourselves off, and I carried her confidently to the bed. Lying on top of her felt so good. I kissed her body from her forehead to her neck to her breasts, her hands stroking my back, my hand never leaving her clitoris. Ping was indeed very wet; the wetness soaked her pubic hair, making it a muddy mess. "Sister, I'm going to put it in!" She didn't answer, but I saw her nod. Finally, it went in. Ping's vagina wasn't very tight, but the wetness enveloped my penis, which felt very comfortable. I thrust back and forth forcefully. Her moans weren't loud, but they were alluring, just soft "mmm mmm mmm." Ping didn't know many sex positions. She was okay on the bottom, but she wasn't good at being on top. "When you have sex with your husband, don't you usually go on top?" I questioned. "He ejaculates quickly on the bottom."

"Does he last longer on top?" I asked mischievously. "Not very long." After Ping finished speaking, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said, "Don't ask!" She kissed my breasts. "Oh!" she said, as if on command, nibbling at her large breasts and licking her nipples with her tongue. Her sensitive spots were probably her breasts. When her breasts were stimulated, her lower body kept twisting and she was breathing heavily. "

By the way, do you have an IUD?" En, panting softly, replied, "Thank goodness, otherwise I would have ejaculated on your face! You dare!" Finally, I sensed her abnormality; her cries grew louder, her grip on my arm tightened, and her vagina contracted noticeably. "Are you about to climax?" "Hurry, hurry, I want you!" I thrust forcefully back and forth. Ping had already climaxed; her whole body trembled, her eyes glazed, and she breathed heavily. Stimulated by her vaginal contractions, I felt my penis throb painfully, and a surge of heat gushed out. We both reached orgasm simultaneously.

"Just stay on top of me, don't get off," Ping said weakly. I obediently lay on top of her, holding her tightly. I knew my penis had gone soft and slipped out.

That night, we passionately pleased each other several times until we were exhausted.

The next day, we dragged our tired bodies back to the company with a large order from the event. After that passionate night, we lived very comfortably in the days that followed. We were more casual in the car. Apart from our daily routine of visiting clients, we made love wildly in the spare time. Hotels, outdoors, in the car. Ping became more and more skilled in bed, and she gradually preferred to take the initiative on top. Ping was very good with her mouth; after licking me, she would climb on top and shake and move vigorously. We often tried different positions.

The most exciting time was at her house. We had originally gone to her house to pick up something, but we couldn't control our emotions and passionately ignited on her and her husband's bed. It was very exciting. But we still preferred hotels. There, we could better release ourselves and last longer. They say things reach their extremes and then reverse; we don't appreciate what we have until it's gone. Gradually, we started having conflicts, mainly work-related disagreements. Sometimes the arguments were fierce, heart-wrenching. But after the arguments, we were still very loving and affectionate. We neither liked arguing, but sometimes we'd start arguing without realizing it, which was truly painful. Several times we wanted to separate but couldn't. Finally, her husband went to work in another city, and Ping went with him. I thought that if we hadn't argued, perhaps she wouldn't have gone with her husband. But it was all too late. Actually, it was a kind of relief. After all, we both had families.

Now I spend my days with my wife and children, slowly letting go of the responsibilities I hadn't felt for over a year. Occasionally, when I pass by the restaurants, hotels, or hillsides we used to go to, I think of her deeply.

[The End]

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