Sister Nan is a good woman

Sister Nan is my colleague. She's 37 this year and has two children. Sister Nan is a very gentle woman, and many people in the workplace enjoy being around her. We're not in the same department, but we have some work connections, so I often get to spend time with her. At first, I simply enjoyed being with her, although I had indeed been eyeing her for a long time, but I never actually did anything about it. However, over time, I gradually felt something change. We often work on projects together. Once, during a business dinner for a project in another city, we both drank too much—it's a cliché, but it really happened. I took her to her hotel room and then left. She was probably still sober at that point, but that's how it is when you're drunk; a clear mind doesn't always translate to a healthy body. My body was out of control. I went back to my room and realized I'd left my phone in her room, so I had to go back to get it. When I opened the door, she went straight into the bathroom, casually telling me to close the door when I left. After finding my phone, I noticed a pair of thin, transparent lace panties on her bed, probably for changing. Without thinking, I picked them up and smelled them. Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking; it was completely subconscious. Just as I was getting into it, she came out. We were both probably stunned, staring at each other blankly. When I realized what I'd said, I blurted out, "It smells nice." Then I was even more dumbfounded. I lowered my head and said, "I'm going back now." Then she closed the door and left. Back in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. It wasn't the underwear I was thinking about; it was how I was going to face her. This wasn't a casual hookup with someone I met online; this was a colleague I'd known and who was very kind to me. I picked up my phone to apologize via WeChat, thinking about what to say: I was drunk and didn't think clearly, I made a mistake, and I hoped she would forgive me. Before I could send it, she messaged me saying she wasn't feeling well. I quickly replied that I was coming over. I was both excited and nervous. When I got there, she was lying in bed. I gave her a bottle of water. When I got up, I noticed she was wearing a tank top, and I could see her nipples—her breasts were sore. At that moment, I sobered up, or perhaps it was the alcohol that emboldened me. Thinking about this… "If you let me come over, there's definitely going to be something," I said. I pounced on her and kissed her. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and responded passionately. In no time, we were both naked. I grabbed her big breasts and kissed and nibbled on them, while my hands naturally grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them. What followed was a passionate encounter. The next morning, we had another intense session. Her moans were beautiful, though she had some extra weight on her stomach. But that's the mature body I like. I get very into sex with her, and she's very proactive. In the days that followed, we often had secret trysts together. After the project was finished and I returned to work, she talked to me, saying it was a secret that couldn't be made public. She laid down three rules: first, it couldn't affect our families; second, I couldn't contact her first, specifically after get off work; and third, we could continue our relationship, but there couldn't be any intimate contact at the company. After that, we maintained this relationship. Later, my girlfriend found out and broke up with me. I told her too. The next day, it was the weekend, and she asked me out. In the hotel, she gently served me, skillfully giving me oral sex, as if she was using every means to please me. We had intense intercourse, and I ejaculated into her mouth. She said it was an apology and a way to comfort me.

We spent some time together like that, and she was there for me during a period of frustration and depression. Later, her husband became suspicious of her, and we talked for a long time. She chose to end the affair for the sake of her family. I told her I respected all her thoughts, and we ended our secret relationship with one last sexual encounter. Even now, we still act like friends, but we've decided we'll never cross that line again.

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