My female colleague is three years older than me

We work for a sales-oriented company, and I joined six months earlier than her. Our roles are similar, but fortunately, our clientele is specialized, so there's little conflict. We usually chat and laugh together. Her workstation is diagonally opposite mine, and we often exchange glances. She's three years older than me. Initially, I didn't have strong feelings for her, but my first impression was good. She was polite, spoke with a cultured air, and didn't seem overly calculating or biased at work. I just thought she was quite pretty and had a good presence. I'd estimate her height at around 160cm, and her bust size at least a C-cup. She had a center-parted hairstyle, dressed fashionably, and wore high-quality fabrics. Whenever she needed help, I would do my best to assist her. I have a daily habit of doing push-ups at home. I'm 180cm tall, weigh 160kg, and have a rather muscular build with a defined chest; I consider myself quite handsome.

We both previously worked in the same industry and did the same job, so we had some common ground from the start.

One Friday before the Spring Festival that year, our supplier, Mr. X, treated our entire department to dinner. Everyone was quite familiar with Mr. X. At a round table, all the department members drank and got increasingly animated. She sat to my left, and we clinked glasses frequently, chatting and laughing. Later, Mr. X invited us to karaoke. We had already drunk baijiu (Chinese liquor) at dinner, and the beer at the karaoke bar made us quite tipsy.

Looking back, all I remember is singing Faye Wong and Fish Leong songs at the karaoke bar. I was sitting at the microphone stand, and she sat next to me, holding my hand and singing along, her head occasionally resting on my shoulder. Because of the alcohol, I completely ignored my colleagues' stares. After the song, I took a taxi to send her home. Being usually very proper, I only dropped her off at her building before heading back to my own apartment.

That's when the taxi driver started talking to me. He could tell I liked the girl, and asked why I didn't get out and walk her upstairs. I said we were colleagues, and taking her home was enough. He said, "You're not married, right? In this situation, you have to go all the way," and gave me a bunch of life advice. Unfortunately, the main road home was closed for nighttime maintenance, so the driver asked if I wanted to go back to find her. I hesitated for a moment and then said, "Let's drive back. Driver, if you remember where she got off, just drive there."

Then I called her and said the road was closed, and I could come over and stay for the night. She didn't refuse on the phone and sent me her location on WeChat.

After arriving at her place, she arranged for me to sleep in the guest room, and she went to sleep in the master bedroom. After showering, she didn't lock the door to her master bedroom, so I went straight to her bed, hugged her, kissed her twice, and fell asleep together.

I don't know how everyone else's body is, but I drank too much alcohol, so my erection wasn't hard enough. Also, because I usually last about 20 minutes, too much alcohol can cause my heart and lungs to not be able to keep up. Some things I can do for 5 minutes, but after drinking, I can only last 2 or 3 minutes before I run out of energy. So nothing happened that night. It was quite late (a little after 2 a.m.), so I just touched her breasts and buttocks.

The next morning, she cooked breakfast for me and then went back to bed. I started touching her; since we had slept in each other's arms the night before, she didn't resist. But she turned her head, resting it on my right arm, her back against my chest. Then she said, "xxx, if you want it, wear a condom."

A while later, the condoms arrived, and I gave her oral sex first. She moaned constantly during the act, and kept touching my head and pulling my hair. When I looked up at her, her face was as red as an apple. She seemed to enjoy giving me oral sex, and even sucked on my testicles. What happened next was a bit awkward. The alcohol hadn't completely worn off, and my erection wasn't hard enough. It took a minute or two of awkwardness before I could penetrate her in the missionary position. Later, I wanted to switch to my favorite doggy style, thinking it might be better, but she didn't agree, saying she didn't feel good in doggy style. So we just left it at that. After about ten minutes of thrusting, she went dry, and out of respect, I stopped, pulled out my penis, and masturbated against her stomach until I ejaculated.

It was pretty embarrassing. None of the girls I've slept with said I was bad in bed. My length was only 13mm, but the diameter and duration were quite impressive. My ex-girlfriend, on average, had one clitoral orgasm per session, and at least two vaginal orgasms.

After I ejaculated, she said, "Let's do it again next time..." She laughed and said, "You're already thinking about next time?"

Afterwards, we lay in bed chatting like a couple. She talked about her past experiences and how she hadn't had sex in over a year. She even said, "I slept with my colleague, it's so embarrassing, I can't even look you in the eye anymore."

That was the only time it happened; afterwards, we acted like nothing had happened and continued as colleagues.

When I wrote this post, she had been gone for six months. Aside from holiday greetings on WeChat, there seemed to be little chance of us crossing paths again. Although I wanted to do it again to wash away the impression of that poor performance, I doubt I'd have the chance.

Looking back, it's quite strange; if it weren't for the taxi driver's encouragement, this funny incident would probably never have happened.

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