Young woman colleague Dou

My colleague Dou, whom I mentioned last time, has made some progress this time, so I'll share it with you all. I'll replace Dou with R.

A month after I resigned, I attended a conference out of town as scheduled, and R was also going. Coincidentally, we were on the same bullet train, and our seats were just across the aisle. Actually, it wasn't really a coincidence; usually, people with the same departure and arrival stations are assigned to the same carriage. When I boarded, I saw her and greeted her with a smile. After greeting her, I went back to my seat, and we chatted for a bit across the aisle. At that moment, I felt like I had a cat inside me, scratching at my heart, but I didn't know what she was thinking. Plus, it wasn't convenient on the bullet train, with so many people around, so I didn't dare to be too forward, not even to the extent we'd be in the office. After chatting for a while, I put on my earphones and took a nap, and she started watching a show; we were each busy with our own things. The train arrived at the station, and passengers disembarked. I offered to help her take her suitcase from the overhead rack. As I handed it to her, I subtly and intentionally made slight, physical contact with her hand, being careful not to be too obvious. We

then left the station and took a taxi to the hotel where the conference was being held. When we arrived at the hotel reception to check in, the conference organizers informed us that the hotel was full due to the large number of attendees and asked us to go to another hotel. That hotel was just across the street. I felt a secret sense of satisfaction. This hotel was, after all, a conference hotel. Even though it was out of town, I knew people in this circle to some extent. With so many people around, I wouldn't dare to do anything. We went to the hotel across the street and found the environment rather poor. R, being a spoiled young lady, naturally looked disgusted. I suppressed my feelings and suggested, "R, how about we change hotels? This one isn't very nice. I know another hotel nearby that's quite nice and reasonably priced." She thought about it and nodded in agreement. This is actually a little habit of mine; when I travel, I always look at several hotels online and familiarize myself with the surrounding area.

The hotel I recommended was only a ten-minute walk from the venue, and the environment was quite nice. Dou was very satisfied and checked in. After putting her luggage away, it was almost time to leave, so I sent her a WeChat message asking if she had any dinner plans. She replied that she didn't, so I asked if she wanted to join us. She agreed, and we arranged to meet in the hotel lobby.

After we met, I remembered she studied in this city, so I jokingly said, "R-jie, now that we're in your home turf, what are your plans?" R laughed and said, "I graduated so long ago, things have changed a lot here, so it's still my home turf." I deliberately said, "Oh? You graduated a long time ago? I thought you just started college." Hearing this, R was clearly very happy, her eyes narrowing into slits as she smiled and said, "You're so sweet! Tell me, what do you want to eat tonight? It's on me." We chose a restaurant nearby. Since quitting my job, I've had more free time, so I got a gym membership and started working out. After two months of training and controlling my diet, I didn't eat much this time, just about 60-70% full. R noticed I ate less and asked, "Why are you eating so little?" I casually replied, "Sister R, you're sitting across from me, so beautiful! I feel full as soon as I sit down, how can I eat so much?" R chuckled, "You're getting better and better at talking." She then took out a mirror, looked at herself, and said smugly, "Not bad, not bad, I think so too." That's just R's personality; she knows she's good-looking and likes compliments.

Of course, I couldn't let the lady pay, so I paid first. As we left the restaurant, I asked her, "Are there any good places to go nearby, like a walk to digest?" She thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to a park by the river, the scenery should be nice." The park by the river was a bit far from the hotel; we'd need to take a taxi. I sat with her in the back seat, keeping a fist's distance between us. As the taxi started moving, my arm would occasionally brush against hers (I must say, R's skin is really nice; she's almost forty, and her skin is still so smooth). R didn't react much; I don't know if she didn't notice or wasn't resistant, but she gave me a little free ride.

We strolled in the park, chatting idly, venting about our bosses and such… but I deliberately avoided talking about family, even when R brought it up, I tried to steer the conversation away. When we reached a slightly secluded spot, I suggested, "R, are you tired? Let's sit over there for a bit." R hummed in agreement. We sat on a small stone bench, and there was still only a fist's distance between us. I casually chatted, "Sister R, did you ever come here when you were in school? This place is nice, a perfect spot for dating." R laughed, "It wasn't even built back then." I asked again, "Where did you go on dates back then?" R said,

"I wasn't dating back then." I asked, "You're so pretty, how come no one pursued you?" R said, "The ones I liked didn't like me." I feigned surprise, "Really? That idiot's got a screw loose, Sister R, you're so great, how could he not appreciate it?"

R seemed a little resentful about what happened back then, and snorted, "Damn, I'm frustrated too." I said, "Sister R, if I had been born a few years earlier, I definitely wouldn't have let you off the hook." I had said this several times in the office before, and it was partly true and partly false.

R, as usual, chimed in, "Yeah, why didn't you have been born a few years earlier?" I laughed, "It's not too late now." As I said this, I put two fingers on the back of her hand, just to take a little liberty and see her reaction. She playfully scolded,

"Oh, be good." Then she pulled her hand back. I noticed her face was already a little red, so I said, "Sister R, you look even prettier when you blush." She blushed and gave me a sidelong glance, then stood up and said, "Let's go back." A slight smile played on her lips. We walked out of the park, side by side, and I offered to carry her bag, occasionally brushing her hand against mine as we walked. Back at the hotel, we went to our respective rooms. Our rooms weren't on the same floor because of the different prices (R's business trip travel allowance was limited, while my new boss was more lenient in this area, so naturally, I got the better room). My room was a relatively nice business double room, with a glass partition between the bathroom and the bed, the kind with a fog light for showering. There was a tatami mat by the window, and in front of the tatami was a simple desk. Such a nice place—it would be a shame not to have some fun. I took a shower first, then lay in bed daydreaming. Considering everything that had just happened, Sister R seemed to have a good impression of me, but I'd have to put in more effort to take things to the next level.

I'm currently out of town, and not in the hotel arranged by the conference organizers, so the chances of running into acquaintances are greatly reduced. But I still need to create opportunities to take things further. Bored, I was scrolling through my phone, thinking about how to flirt with her more, so I texted her to ask what she was doing. After a while, she replied, "Just finished showering, watching TV." I asked her, "Any good shows?" She said, "Nothing good, just watching to kill time. Anything fun nearby?" I was waiting for that; even if she didn't mention it, I would. I said, "There are a few bars nearby, wanna grab a drink?" R replied, "Sure." We met in the lobby. R had changed her clothes; she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt before, but now she was wearing a denim skirt and a pink casual shirt. At 160cm tall, her two slender, white legs were particularly striking. R asked me, "You took a shower too?" I said, "Yeah, I was all sweaty and felt awful." R smiled and said, "Let's go then, where to? Not too far, okay?" The bar was right next to the hotel. We sat down, ordered two drinks and some snacks, and chatted while listening to music. After more than an hour, R said she wanted to go back, so we paid the bill and headed towards the hotel. Walking along the road, I steeled myself, thinking this was it or not, and said, "R, how's your room?" She said, "It's what you pay for." I said, "Mine's pretty good, a business room, with a tatami mat for tea and conversation." She said, "Your boss is really generous." I said, "It's alright. I brought some tea, want to try some?" R said, "Sure, try your good tea." There was hope! I was overjoyed and led R towards the hotel, but then R suddenly said, "It's too late, let's forget about it." I was immediately annoyed. Had I been wrong? I figured if I kept insisting or using the tea excuse, it would definitely fall through—it was too obvious. But I wasn't willing to give up, so I tried again. I said, "Sister R, we've had dinner and drinks tonight, and a full stomach will affect our sleep. How about we take a walk?" R said, "Sure, where to?" I tentatively asked, "To the end of the street?" I thought it would be nice to go somewhere far away, somewhere quiet to have some fun. R shook her head and said, "Too far, I won't go that far." Seeing that she didn't want to stay outside, I said, "How about we skip the elevator and take the stairs? It's not that high, only seven or eight floors." R was still a little hesitant, so I continued, "It's okay, we can take the elevator when we get tired." She couldn't resist my coaxing and agreed. We went through the security door and walked up the stairs. The hallway was quite dimly lit, which was a good opportunity.

Reaching the third floor, R, slightly out of breath and with a flushed face, leaned against the stairs. "I'm a little tired, let's take the elevator." I said, "Seriously, R? You usually play ball for an hour or two, and you're already tired after just three floors?" R said, "Playing ball is fun, climbing stairs is so boring, of course I'm tired." I said, "It'd be boring for me to climb with you too." After saying that, I immediately added, "How about I help you up? It's free, but if you want me to carry you, that'll cost money." R pouted, "Carrying me would be a loss for me, and I'd have to pay!" Wow, she's getting this flirty, things are getting more and more interesting! I quickly turned around and bent down, making a gesture as if I wanted to carry her. R patted my shoulder and said, "Let's go, I don't need you to carry me, let's take the elevator." I steeled myself and reached out to grab her small hand. R's cheeks flushed again, and she whispered, "What are you doing?" I said, "I've known you for so long, and I've always expressed my admiration for you. Now that we finally have a chance to be alone, we should at least hold hands!" She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it tightly. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she said, "Just for a little while, you have to let go later!" I said okay, but inside I was overjoyed. Once we'd held hands, letting go wasn't so easy. We walked all the way to the seventh floor, and I felt my palms were a little damp. I didn't know if it was my sweat or hers. She said, "I'm here, let go." I pleaded, "R, please walk up with me a little longer, let me feel it a little more." R seemed a little helpless, but had no choice but to agree. When we reached the eighth-floor hallway, the door opened to reveal the hotel room corridor. I held her hand tightly and said, "Have some tea. I brought some Pu'er tea to aid digestion." It was all a lie, but I felt that once I held a woman's hand and got near the door, there was a high chance of success. It was just one final step; I just needed to find an excuse for her. (Back then, I used the excuse of going to my girlfriend's house for soup and then staying overnight…) R said, "Hmm, then I'll try it… I'll leave after a couple of cups." I watched her face grow redder and redder, and felt she was only trying to cover something up. I swiped my card to open the door, invited her to sit down, and then pretended to boil water and make tea, but I had no interest in it. My eyes kept glancing at R on the tatami mat, her two slender, white legs making my heart itch.

I poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her, taking advantage of the moment she took the cup to hold her small hand again. R didn't struggle, and I took the opportunity to stroke her upper arm, then grasped her shoulders, leaned close, and said, "R, do you know I've liked you for a long time!" Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, saying, "Why are you so dishonest? I thought you were an honest person..." I became bolder and gently kissed her forehead, my nostrils filled with a special scent—the fragrance of shower gel and the mature aroma unique to a woman. She lightly punched my shoulder, playfully calling me a naughty boy. This sentence ignited my desire, and I pulled her into a hug. Her soft, warm body trembled slightly in my arms, and I lowered my head to find her lips. R wrapped her arms around me, and surprisingly, she tilted her head up to kiss me.

I have to say, mature women are indeed knowledgeable and understanding; as our lips met, her tongue even extended to mine... Damn, that was really exciting. The beautiful woman was so proactive and enthusiastic; how could I be indifferent? I pushed her onto the tatami mat and gradually unbuttoned her casual shirt, revealing a black lace bra. A faint fragrance wafted over. Her breasts weren't large, probably around a B cup. Her skin was very delicate and fair, but being a woman who had given birth twice, she had some extra flesh around her waist, and a faint C-section scar on her abdomen. I reached behind her to unhook her bra, and she cooperated by lifting her upper body to unhook it for me. Two soft, white mounds of flesh, somewhat round in shape, with dark areolas (after all, she had breastfed). I grasped her breasts and alternately suckled her nipples. She hugged my head, tilting her neck back and breathing rapidly.

Clothes were no obstacle; I unbuttoned my shirt and pressed myself against her, our skin pressed naked against each other. A warm sensation spread through me, making me even more excited. My hand reached down to her lower body, slipping under her skirt. Perhaps because she played sports often, her leg muscles were quite firm and bouncy, and her skin was very tight. I then pulled up her skirt, revealing her panties. They were black with lace trim, probably a matching set with her bra. The contrast between her fair skin and the black panties was striking. I grabbed the edge of the panties and pulled them down, revealing a patch of dark downy hair, not too much.

I kissed down her chest and abdomen, then grabbed her legs and forcefully spread them apart. Her vulva was brownish in color. I slightly parted her labia; the inside was bright red and moist, but not very wet. This was no challenge for me. I took her vulva into my mouth and began to use my oral skills. I'm not bragging, but my oral skills are quite excellent. I often bring my wife to orgasm within minutes, leaving her breathless and begging for mercy.

I took her vulva into my mouth, my tongue sweeping up and down, focusing on her clitoris. R-jie immediately started panting, her beautiful legs clenching tightly, her lower abdomen twitching, and her vulva becoming even wetter. I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, took out a 0.01 from my wallet, put it on, and embraced the woman's smooth body, thrusting forward.

"You even brought this thing with you! Looks like you planned this all along, you naughty boy!" R-jie's eyes were glazed as she held me, panting softly.

"Knowing I was coming out with you, I naturally had to be prepared!"

"You rascal..." I didn't say anything more. Dealing with a mature woman like this meant a thorough penetration. This beautiful woman's vulva wasn't as tight as my wife's (although she had two children, it was a C-section), but it was still quite slippery and soft, making thrusting effortless with her juices.

R-jie's panting suddenly stopped, her body tensing, she clung tightly to me, letting out a whimper, clearly reaching orgasm. Her vagina convulsed, gripping my penis tightly. But I still didn't feel anything and continued to relentlessly pursue her.

"You're going to die... haven't you come out yet?" Sister R was a little overwhelmed and said in a coquettish voice.

Actually, it hadn't been more than a few minutes since I went in. It seems that Sister R, like my wife, is the type who climaxes easily and doesn't last long (when my wife and I make love, unless we've been holding back for a long time, if I control the pace, we can last at least half an hour. My wife always urges me to finish quickly towards the end. The day before, I had been intimate with my wife, so my sensitivity was lower today, and Sister R's vagina wasn't as tight, so naturally, I didn't feel like ejaculating). "Sister, you're so tempting, how can I finish so quickly!" (My penis is only a normal size, but I started working out after quitting my job, and the results of the past month or two are showing. Men really need to strengthen their bodies, especially their legs and glutes.) As I said this, I pulled out my penis, patted her thigh, and the mature young woman was indeed understanding, knowing what I meant, and stood up straight with her white body. I hugged her fair body, kissed her cheek, and patted her butt: "Sister R." Sister R turned around and sat on the tatami, sticking out her round, plump buttocks. I must say, her buttocks were truly round and perky, her legs round and firm. It was a pity her waist was a bit thick; otherwise, she would have been an absolute stunner. But her waist was only thick compared to my wife's; in reality, it wasn't that thick, just a little bit of excess fat. Her waist-to-hip ratio was still very good. I pressed down on her white and tender buttocks, my hands full of plump elasticity, and thrust my erect penis towards her core, causing a wave of flesh to ripple.

This is my favorite position too; watching the buttocks ripple is so beautiful. (My wife and I also love this position; we use it whenever she urges me to finish quickly. Unfortunately, my wife is the loli type, a small-breasted loli, but thankfully her butt is perky.) It's a pity R-jie's breasts aren't very big either, otherwise I would definitely try the missionary position; watching her breasts jiggle would be so satisfying. (Those who have read my novels know that the female protagonists are all big-breasted…it seems we fantasize about what we lack. Anyway, that's beside the point.) After struggling for over half an hour, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. R-jie's fair body was covered in sweat, panting heavily as she lay on the tatami… I'll stop here for now. It's been a while since I've written anything, so please forgive any rustiness. I'll tell you the rest another day.

[The End]

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