Good colleague and partner

Lei and I work in the same company. I'm quite satisfied with my job, both in terms of personal development and salary, and it's destined that we'll be colleagues for a long time to come. We've been married for many years and have a lovely child. My spouse is also successful, stable, and has a gentle and kind personality. Overall, we should be the kind of family that others envy—harmonious, happy, and fulfilling.

But as always, unexpected events occur. As is customary, our annual training conference was held this year in Xi'an, a city rich in culture and overflowing with delicious snacks. Our company sent us to attend, with Lei and I representing our respective departments. On the second evening, we enjoyed a hearty dinner with some refreshing Northwestern North American liquor and lively discussions with friends. The atmosphere was warm and lively, and the Northwestern liquor was indeed potent. After dinner, Lei and I decided to walk back to the hotel to burn off some calories and sober up. The bright moonlight and gentle breeze were incredibly pleasant. We chatted animatedly, laughing and joking. Lei and I hadn't known each other much before, but this moonlit walk brought us a lot of conversation and we exchanged many opinions. Under the soft moonlight, Lei's face seemed to glow, and I noticed her adorable dimples when she smiled. Equally captivating was the dazzling whiteness of her chest under the moonlight. We continued chatting for another ten minutes after returning to the hotel, laughing and joking, before finally going to our rooms to sleep. It was almost 1 a.m. by then. I took a cold shower, washing away the summer night's heat, but I couldn't shake off Lei's playful face. Lying in bed, I started counting sheep, finally drifting off to sleep. Just as I was about to step in, "Beep beep~ beep beep~" the sound of a power drill came from the roadside next to the hotel. The unfamiliar environment combined with the noise made it impossible for me to concentrate, and finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and called 110 (the police). Soon, the police arrived at the hotel to investigate, and she, who was in the next room, also came to accompany them. After inquiring about the specific situation, the police actively contacted the construction company. It wasn't until 3 AM that they finally settled down. Completely wide awake, she and Lei chatted idly in her room. While chatting, she admired Lei's pretty face. Looking down, she realized Lei had probably already fallen asleep, but had hurriedly gotten up when she heard her voice. She was wearing a light gray cardigan over a white bra, simple and comfortable, yet highlighting her gentle and intellectual beauty. As Lei took off her cardigan, the close-fitting bra perfectly outlined her alluring curves. Her fair skin and the silk bra complemented each other beautifully. The loose neckline fully displayed her delicate collarbones, and sliding down, her ample breasts, exceeding C-cup size and even challenging D-cup, also revealed a small portion of their peaks. Beyond those peaks, the dramatic drop in height seemed to draw the eye to her slender waist, which could be encircled by a single hand, and further down… My dutiful bra was utterly helpless; a patch of fair skin, about a hand's width above and below my navel, was elegantly revealed. I was immediately drawn to the feel of that skin – its smooth, supple, and resilient texture – when my gaze instinctively shot 25 centimeters upwards. The silky fabric felt wonderful against my skin. My breasts were full, their shape firm and natural. Following the contours of my breasts upwards, a clear, cherry-sized protrusion was visible in the center of a faint halo… a protrusion… and another, a clear protrusion, seemingly growing more pronounced. I felt those two peaks slowly rising and falling, the undulations becoming increasingly pronounced. My two little rabbits, unrestrained by the bra, swayed back and forth, and I strained my eyes, trying to pinpoint that protrusion… My brain was working at full capacity, and my breathing became increasingly heavy. After a long while, I came to my senses and realized that we had stopped our meaningless conversation sometime earlier. Looking at her fair, slightly flushed face, her chest heaving with each rapid breath, we looked at each other, our eyes seeing only each other. "I never realized our hearts were so close," she thought, and I thought so too. So I slowly lay down on the bed.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following is Lei's retelling

—With Chéri

, the police finally left, but after all that commotion, we were wide awake. We started chatting idly, but the atmosphere suddenly changed. His smile changed, and his gaze became increasingly unrestrained. His gaze, like a pair of large hands, slowly moved down my face. His ambiguous smile, like nimble fingers, traced my collarbone, then circled my chest twice. The places his gaze swept over became hot, especially where he stared. As he looked at my breasts, it felt like a large hand was kneading them. My body instinctively made me straighten my back as much as possible, showing off my most confident curves. I thrust out my chest as if to welcome his gaze. Suddenly, a strange sensation on my nipples sent a jolt through me, like an electric current shooting straight to my heart. Oh no! I was in such a hurry that I forgot to wear a bra. At this moment, I was completely naked, welcoming the gaze of this mature man. Because of the material of my clothes, I could even feel the slight breeze coming from my nipples. This thought instantly made me so ashamed that I wanted to run back to my room. But women are sometimes so strange. As soon as rational thoughts surfaced, they were immediately overwhelmed by my body's instincts. Moreover, I felt a little expectation and joy. I hoped that he hadn't discovered this secret and stopped staring at my breasts, but I also hoped that he would find out. Thankfully, his gaze didn't linger there too long but continued downwards, like a burning hand encircling my waist, finally settling on my exposed navel. The slight disappointment I felt earlier because my chest hadn't attracted his attention was immediately replaced by a proud, smug satisfaction—after all, my waistline has consistently been the smallest among my girlfriends. At this moment, a jumble of thoughts completely occupied my mind. Following his trajectory, my next target was...

This made me adjust my posture and tighten my legs, because I could already feel that area starting to feel slightly wet. Perhaps because I moved slightly, his gaze and hands didn't explore downwards as I had imagined, but instead returned to my chest. I was so embarrassed; because of the series of lewd thoughts I'd just had, my nipples had completely transformed from soft to juicy grapes, and his gaze was fixed on those little grapes. My nipples were incredibly sensitive after hardening; the friction of my clothes against them sent shivers through my body, and my legs clamped even tighter. Perhaps if he put my itchy nipples in his mouth, the itch would be relieved? Strange thoughts popped into my head, and my legs began to shift restlessly, my breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I took a deep breath, intending to say something and escape back to my room, when I looked up and found him looking at me too. Our eyes met; his eyes were so clear and fiery, captivating me completely. His gaze conveyed a very direct desire and passion, instantly making me lose myself…

He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, then lazily lay down on the bed and said his head hurt a little, asking me to rub it. My usually serious, dignified, and resolute older brother, a confident and composed role model, now lay there like a child, weak and vulnerable, as if needing to be cared for. As a mature woman, I knew perfectly well what was likely to happen next, and it certainly would. My body reacted far faster than my brain could process. I got up and took a step; the slight chill between my legs seemed to have already made my choice. I quietly walked to the bedside, sat down, hesitated for a moment, then took off my shoes and sat on the bed. I leaned forward and reached out to rub his forehead. It wasn't comfortable, so I moved forward a little, and he naturally rested his head on my lap. At this moment, neither of us spoke, just looked at each other. Perhaps a minute or half a minute later, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down beside him. My last shred of reason told me this was my last chance to leave, but my body completely disobeyed my brain's commands. I felt a pair of hot, large hands tightly gripping my breasts, lips calling my name in my ear, burning breath brushing against the back of my neck, our bodies pressed tightly together, and at the same time, his lower body hardened... He greeted me and then launched into a series of punches that completely overwhelmed me. My whole body went limp like tofu, utterly powerless to resist. I could only turn my back to him like a shrimp curled into a bow, and he pressed himself against me in the same position, so that my buttocks were pressed right against his...that spot. His hard, hot penis pressed tightly against my wetness through the thin fabric of my skirt. His hot penis became scalding hot and throbbed. After six years of marriage, my husband had long since lost his intense desire for my body, and he had also lost his domineering assault on that wetness. At that moment, I felt as if I had traveled back to my college days, to when my husband and I were each other's first love, to the times he would eagerly demand from me. Every inch of my skin was being carefully touched and felt. His large hands slowly moved downwards, and I instinctively squeezed my legs together. When we crossed the mountains and traversed the grasslands to reach the entrance of the primitive cave, it was damp, warm, and slippery. His fingers skillfully explored and circled, and I couldn't even tell if it was his fingers or his penis at my entrance. I turned around and kissed him deeply. His tongue, like his, was full of possessiveness. Soon our tongues were intertwined, and he even guided my tongue into his mouth, as if I were actively asking for it. Well, shame was meaningless now. I kissed his neck and nipples, and his large hands kneaded my breasts and nipples in various ways. We kissed many times, for a long time. Our clothes were long gone. He picked me up and made me lie on top of him, his large penis rubbing against my face and lips. He also used the tip of his tongue to part my entrance. We performed oral sex on each other. My husband is a bit of a germaphobe and a typical straight man. He has never performed oral sex on me and would never do so. This time, I was truly shocked and delighted. To be honest, I was extremely satisfied and extremely happy. Once the boundaries are broken, it means infinite possibilities. We were very satisfied that night. We woke up together in each other's arms the next morning. Although I hadn't slept for very long, I felt incredibly refreshed.

The meetings during the day were just as boring and tedious, but I was constantly preoccupied with the atmosphere of the previous night. In our daily interactions, we pretended to be calm, polite, and respectful, but every now and then a gesture would remind me of a position and stimulation I'd never tried before, leaving me feeling incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. I finally made it to night. I showered early, put on a simple nightgown, still without a bra, but with stockings. He knocked on the door at midnight. After he came in, we embraced. Our mutual comfort quickly got me into the mood. Then I took a few steps back, and under his burning gaze, I unbuttoned my nightgown. With a turn, the nightgown slipped down, revealing me completely naked except for the stockings. His breathing immediately became heavy, letting me know how attractive my body was to him. Then, no more words were needed; the physical connection was more direct. He wasn't drinking, so he was in incredibly good shape. Our first encounter lasted almost thirty minutes. Just five minutes in, he brought me to orgasm with his tongue. After a brief adjustment, he continued to explore, even explaining the names and advantages of certain positions... Basically, every position made me blush bright red with embarrassment. Later, he teased me, and several times when I was on the verge of climax, he mischievously said he was tired. In short, to get him to continue, he said a lot of lewd things I'd never heard before and signed even more unfair contracts of servitude. Then he would push me to the source of pleasure in no time, and then change positions and repeat the process. I'm so embarrassed to say, this is what real manly prowess looks like. In the end, we gulped down all the bottled water in my room, used up both condoms, and the sheets were soaked and completely ruined. At this moment, waves of pleasure surged through my lower body. Having already "experienced" tonight, I knew my next orgasm was imminent. Just then, he suddenly pulled out and pulled me to his room, saying there were condoms there. Overwhelmed by desire, I didn't hesitate to put on a bathrobe. We walked barefoot down the several-meter-long hallway. The intense stimulation and shame made my whole body tremble. When we got to his room, before I even turned on the light, I pushed him onto the carpet and straddled him, frantically demanding and moaning. He vigorously kneaded my breasts, and soon he began to growl, gripping my waist tightly as he thrust. His penis throbbed noticeably inside me, and powerful semen shot deep inside me, hot and sticky. His fluids nourished my soul, and I reached my climax. This climax lasted for almost two minutes before gradually subsiding. He ejaculated inside me. Yes, but we didn't care about that at the time. We lay on the ground, cuddling, the moonlight streaming through the window and bathing us in its glow. The scene intoxicated us, and my consciousness slowly began to fade. I gently lay on top of him and fell asleep. I don't know if it was a short while or a long time later, but I felt a pair of large hands roaming over my body. The comfortable feeling made me moan involuntarily. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me mischievously. As revenge, I reached out and grabbed his penis. His penis began to grow bigger and hotter. I subconsciously started masturbating him, which immediately ignited my passion. He picked me up. I placed it by the window, and, holding onto the railing, I bent over, my opening already open to welcome his entry. Leaning against the window, I realized it was already dawn; people in the distance were already up. If someone looked our way, would they see a naked woman bending over, begging for pleasure? I found myself becoming wanton; this thought brought me not only intense shame but also a strong sense of stimulation and exhibitionism. We were tightly joined together. Unlike the passionate storm of the previous night, his gentle thrusts were met with easy reciprocation. My breasts swayed rhythmically. We looked out the window together, into the distance. A splash of bright red slowly emerged from the ground, followed by a ray of golden sunlight. Along with the rising sun came a pair of... The sounds of our intercourse, the soft slurring of our movements, finally brought the sun halfway up, its boundless golden light showering the earth, our naked bodies, and even the fluids dripping from our joined genitals. I exclaimed, "So beautiful! Look! It's the sun!" I meant to say, "Sunrise," but he wouldn't let me go, thrusting repeatedly, interrupting my last word. Then, feigning composure, he said, "Yes, it's the sun. We're having sex." Ashamed, I wanted to protest, but he was deliberately thrusting harder until I began to moan loudly, finally reaching climax with him. With his second ejaculation of the day inside me, he growled, "It's...the sun...rising...the sun!" His soft lips kissed the sweat on my back, saying, "So beautiful, as beautiful as you." The sun had fully risen, the morning sunlight filling the room, warm and comforting. I nestled in his arms, we stood naked by the window, watching the world below. Sustained, high-intensity sex always comes at a price; later, when we went to shower, we both needed to lean

against the wall to walk. Back in our own city, the same route, but with completely different mindsets, the journey was still filled with passionate encounters. Finally, we reached the exit. Each of us dragged our luggage, agreeing to go back to our families. As we parted, I strongly insisted, "Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back!" Then, head down, I got into a taxi. You, too, silently disappeared into the dim light.

Until a cell phone rang: "The boss has arranged for xxx (him) and xxx (me) to go to Shenzhen next week to cooperate with xxx's activities." I took a deep breath, and something inside me involuntarily tightened, becoming wet.

[The End]

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