Five-year cycle

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You look beautiful today."
She turned her head, a strand of soft hair brushing against my face. Looking at me with smiling eyes, she said, "Of course, I'm seeing you off." She pulled my hand, "Come here, help me."
She led me to a secluded corner of the ballroom, and she turned around, saying, "Help me straighten my arm." She raised her arm. It turned out the cuffs of her cheongsam were a little messy. Seeing her delicate arm raised towards me, my heart fluttered. I reached out and boldly grabbed her arm, instantly feeling its softness and smoothness. Using my other hand, I straightened her cuffs, still able to feel her warmth and fragrance; I could hardly breathe.
Someone called her, and she turned around, her ample breasts brushing against my hand. I instinctively flinched, quickly saying, "Sorry." She patted my shoulder to indicate it was alright, then went to talk to the person who had greeted her.
I watched quietly as she chatted and laughed with others, her beautiful neck rising with laughter, her high-coiffed hair shimmering under the lights. My heart was completely filled with her.
The party began, and as the host, she gracefully walked to the center of the dance floor. Watching her shapely figure rise and fall beneath her water-red cheongsam, watching her long, slender legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, occasionally peek out from the slit of her cheongsam, I completely forgot that I was the star of the party.
Today, a group of colleagues gathered here to say goodbye. Tomorrow, I will leave this company where I have worked for five whole years. Knowing I was leaving, she offered to hold this farewell party and host it, to give me a proper send-off. Almost everyone in the company knew that she and I had always been like siblings, so they thought her suggestion was perfectly normal. But only I knew that my leaving was entirely for her.
I had been here for five years, and I had loved her for five years.
When I first arrived at this company, I was stunned by her beauty. After we got to know each other, I learned that she was three years older than me and was preparing for her wedding. That morning, I was late and rushed up the stairs. White high heels and a bright green skirt revealed two shapely, shapely legs. I looked up and saw her smiling face. After a quick greeting, I continued climbing, but she suddenly called out to me. I stopped, sweating profusely. She reached out and smoothed my disheveled hair, saying, "That's more like it." I smiled awkwardly, but inside I wanted to cry. Amidst the teasing of my colleagues, I called her "sister," but in my heart, there was an indescribable sense of regret for not meeting her sooner, mixed with a comforting warmth.
Just when I realized I had uncontrollably fallen in love with her, she put on her wedding dress and became someone else's bride.
I silently watched her get married in May. I silently watched her hair transform from lovely long, flowing locks to passionate waves, then to a mature updo. I silently watched her transform from a beautiful young girl into a charming young woman. I silently watched her express her love and happiness for her family. I silently watched her transform from a woman into a mother. I silently accepted her gentle and pure affection for me.
I loved her for five years, and remained silent for five years.
In the same office, we whispered sweet nothings, sharing all our joys and sorrows. I watched her breasts grow higher each day, her legs more shapely, her fragrance more intense, her beauty and charm more captivating. I couldn't control this hopeless love.
After struggling for five years, I finally decided to leave, to leave this doomed dream.
This was our last night. We clinked glasses, we sang and danced, everyone's spirits rose, the atmosphere of the party grew more and more enthusiastic, but a desperate impulse grew stronger within me. Finally, as the lights dimmed and the music became more sensual, I held her soft body and we danced together. I could no longer control myself.
"Sister, will you ever think of me again?"
"What are you talking about?" She gave me a reproachful look.
Fueled by the alcohol, I boldly said, "I'll always think of you."
"I'm so glad you can say that," she replied softly.
I couldn't help but hug her tighter. "You have no idea how much I don't want to be apart from you." She immediately pressed closer, her warm breasts pressed against my chest. I felt a surge of desire, but I couldn't say anything.
Under the hazy lights, we danced slowly, as if the world had shrunk to just the two of us. Tomorrow, tomorrow we would be worlds apart.
"Can I kiss you?" I mustered my courage and asked.
Her body trembled slightly, and after a moment, she said, "There are so many people around, don't let them see."
"Just one kiss, and never again," I said childishly.
She sighed softly and pressed her flushed face against mine. I kissed her hastily, but a pang of sorrow gripped my heart.
The music swelled, emboldening me. When no one was watching, my hands began to trace the curves of her beautiful body, sliding from her smooth back to her full hips, then to the slit of her cheongsam, feeling the smoothness of her thighs. On this last night, I experienced the soft, warm fragrance I had longed for for five years. She struggled only briefly before giving up. As my hands roamed, her body began to heat up, writhing in rhythm with my touch, and I could hear her suppressed breaths.
Time ticked by; the party was about to end. Tomorrow, tomorrow would be another world away.
I looked up and saw her gazing at me. I didn't care about anything else. Tonight, let my love bloom like a fleeting flower, and let it fade tomorrow. Seeing her lips part as if to speak, I made a silent vow: no matter what she said, I would bring her to my place, let her know my love for her, let me love her properly, even if it was just for one night.
Her luscious red lips brushed against my ear, and she whispered, in a voice only we could hear, "Tonight, I'm coming to your place."
I felt like I was going to explode.
As soon as we entered my room, I eagerly embraced her and kissed her passionately.
We separated after a long while. She brushed her disheveled hair aside and tapped my forehead: "Why aren't you saying anything?" I pulled her close again: "You have no idea how happy I am, I finally kissed you."
She gently pulled away: "Silly boy, you're making it hard for me to breathe."
I pulled even tighter, and her breathing became heavier. I reached for her chest to unbutton her cheongsam. She, however, reached for the light switch to turn it off. I grabbed her hand: "Sister, let me take a good look at you today."
She blushed and couldn't lift her head: "Okay, I'll do as you say today."Encouraged, I immediately lifted the hem of her cheongsam, revealing her two beautiful legs, encased in stockings, awkwardly intertwined. Below were black high heels, and above, white panties. The area between the stockings and panties, her thighs exposed under the light, gleamed with a tender, white sheen. We sat on the bed, embracing each other. She reached down and took off her high heels, and I stroked her soft ankles, watching her two beautiful feet shyly hooked together. She slowly pulled down her stockings, revealing her two long, slender, white legs completely. Seeing these legs—legs I had secretly admired countless times in the office and longed for countless times—presented before me without reservation, I almost suffocated.

She leaned closer to me, and I began to undress her, but the more I tried, the harder it became to unbutton her cheongsam. She had to do it herself, and the crimson cheongsam ripped open, revealing her pale breasts. As I stared in disbelief, she pushed me away, turning her smooth, jade-like back to me: "Come on, help me." I unhooked her bra, and it came undone in an instant. I hugged her tightly, my hands cupping her protruding breasts. A warm, soft sensation filled my hands. I caressed her warm, dovetail-like breasts with tenderness, thinking of how many times in the office she had unintentionally bent over me, and I could see the undulating waves of her breasts through her neckline, making my mouth dry and my gaze turn away. I leaned in and took one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. She moaned, "Don't be so rough," she said, pressing my head down. I released her: "That year when you gave birth, I brought a bouquet of flowers to the delivery room. That was the first time I saw your breasts, and I really wanted to eat them like that child."
She smiled sweetly: "Didn't I give them all to you today?"
My hand moved to her thigh: "Sister, I never expected you to be so tender and soft."
Her thighs opened wider, freeing her hands to start unbuttoning my clothes.
I slipped my hand into her panties, stroking a patch of soft hair. She stopped me with her hand and took off her panties herself. I snatched her panties back, seeing that her genitals were already slippery. I gave her a playful look, and her face turned even redder: "It's all because you were groping around in the dance hall." After saying that, she lay back on the bed, her perfect, flawless body, which had invaded my dreams so many times, intertwined with mine.
I climbed on top of her and inserted a finger into her vulva, encountering no resistance. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sis, it's already a vast ocean inside." She raised her arm to cover her eyes, "You little rascal, don't embarrass me, okay?" The fragrance emanating from her mouth enveloped me.
I had just taken off my clothes when she pulled me tightly into her arms, her soft, wet tongue pressing against my mouth in a passionate kiss. Her slender fingers grasped my already throbbing penis and slowly guided it into her warm vagina. I lifted her arms and thrust hard, my penis plunging in all the way. I groaned, and she let out a long sigh. We remained still for a long time; she gently kissed my face, while I quietly remained inside her, feeling her tightness, her movements, and her lubrication. I looked up at her, gazing deeply into her eyes, "Today feels like a dream."
She cupped my face in her hands and said softly, "Do whatever you want."
I began to thrust wildly, her moans growing louder and deeper. Suddenly, I felt her vagina tighten, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her legs clamping around me, her body almost frozen. My hot semen finally gushed out.
It took a long time for us to recover from our ecstatic state. I passionately kissed every part of her body, but she gently pushed me away: "I need to go home."
"Thank you, sister," I said sincerely. "
Don't mention it," she said, sitting up and picking up her cheongsam, only to find it was very wrinkled. She chuckled and shook her head: "
You're something else." Then she reached for her bag and took out another suit.
I watched as she took out a clean pair of underwear and put it on, then stretched out a pair of black stockings and pulled them onto her legs. I thought about how I had endured this helplessness for five years. I loved her, and I didn't want to force her in the slightest, nor did I want to interfere with her peaceful and normal life in any way. But afterwards, I would never see her again, never hear her gentle voice again, never see her beautiful face again. Glistening thighs, a supple waist, full breasts, beautiful stamens, shy breaths, melodious moans—all of that just now belongs to the past forever. From now on, I can only rely on these warm memories to pass the lonely hours.
I couldn't control myself and hugged her tightly: "Don't go, okay?"
"How can I?" She turned her face to look at me, then helped me tidy my hair.
"Do you think I just drank a little too much today, that's why I did this to you?"
"You're acting so strange today."
"No. You don't know how much I love you, you don't know how long I've loved you, you don't know why I left here." I said these words that had been bottled up in my heart for so long.
She looked at me in surprise.
"I didn't want you to know. I know it's no use saying it, it'll only add to your burden, just more trouble, and it'll all end inconclusively."
"Don't say anymore," she hugged me, "I love you so much too."
We kissed again. My hand reached for her breasts. She pulled down her panties and then began to pull down her stockings. I couldn't wait any longer. I pounced on her on the bed and entered her body again. "You're really something," she chuckled, no longer struggling, but instead lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. The black stockings and her fair thighs created a striking contrast, making me incredibly aroused, my penis erect. I placed her long legs on my shoulders and penetrated her even deeper.
"You're so good," she gasped, her vulva already soaking wet.
"Sis, you should move too," I shook her and coaxed her.
She rolled her eyes at me, gradually becoming more proactive. I felt her vulva begin to suck and gulp, tightly gripping my penis. Her slender waist began to twist, her round buttocks thrusting against me, her breasts filling my mouth. I simply rolled over and let her straddle me. She lowered her head, shoving my slid penis back into her flower, and then began to thrust wildly. I watched her skin flush, watched her bite her lower lip tightly, watched a strand of her sweat-dampened hair fall across her forehead, watched her nipples harden, watched her beautiful vulva open and close with my thrusts. I finally understood the allure and beauty of a middle-aged woman.
I ejaculated again, and she lay on top of me, her body supple and boneless.
I held her fragrant body, gently wiping the sweat from her skin: "Sister, were you alright just now?"
She nodded against my chest, unable to speak.
"Only I know how beautiful you are in this world," I said, stroking her firm buttocks.
"Was I alright?" she asked.
I nodded vigorously.
"I didn't expect you to be so amazing," she said, pinching my nipple.
"Actually, this is my first time," I said.
"Really? You little rascal."
"But in my fantasies, I've already made love to you countless times."She fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Actually, sometimes when I'm with him, I think of you. Today, I just couldn't hold back anymore; this is our last time together." 　　"Ever since we met, I've fallen in love with you. I simply can't control myself." 　　"We've been together for five years, and you've grown from a little boy into a man. Sometimes I especially want to stay in the office just to be with you. But I always thought it was just my unrequited love. I'm always so concerned about whether you have a girlfriend; I so want you to find someone soon, I think that might make me less attached to you." 　　"With you here, how could I possibly fall in love with someone else?" I gave a bitter smile. So that's how it is, so it's always been this way.

"Two hearts yearning for each other, yet unaware of each other's fate," and so five years passed! But I don't regret it. I believe she is at her most beautiful now; she has shown me her most beautiful side. I am grateful for these long five years, which have strengthened my love for her and allowed me to fully appreciate her beauty and kindness. These five years have been so long, yet they have passed in the blink of an eye.
What about the future?
I held her hand tightly and earnestly said, "Sister, let's be together forever."
"No," she said gently but firmly. "I've thought about it so many times; I can't be with you. I have
my own life now, and you will eventually grow up. You will have a lovely little girl to love you, a happy family, and a baby, just like me. We... this is all we can do."
"No! It's been five years, and you are the only one in my heart." "Don't be
so silly. I've given you everything. You need to go and find your own life from now on."
I lowered my head. After a long while, I raised my head again, my heart filled with clarity. I looked at her and smiled gently: "Perhaps, we only have this one night of fate." "I will remember this night forever. It was so short, yet it felt like an eternity."
"That's right," she said softly, stroking my face.
We kissed again. Five years of longing would be revealed on this night, and five years of romance would end on this night. Holding her fragrant body, the thought that we could only meet in dreams from now on filled me with a bittersweet feeling. Her kiss grew more passionate, and my penis became erect again. She sensed my change, gave me a seductive look, and lowered her head. I felt her soft lips envelop my penis, and a fire surged within me again: "Sister, I want you again."
She pulled me to her side, took my hand, and guided it to her lower body: "You don't know, when I'm making love with him, he always wants this part of me, and sometimes I really want it too, but I still hold back. Today I realized that I'm saving it for you..." She led my hand to her anus, too ashamed to continue.
"Good sister!" "I didn't know what to say.
She lay on the bed, arching her back, her buttocks raised high. I saw between her two white buttocks, her pink anus gently opening and closing, the juices from our lovemaking still flowing there, glistening and wet, tempting me. I knelt behind her, supporting her soft, slippery buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand grasping my already rock-hard penis, I tried to insert it into her anus.
"Oh, be gentle, it hurts." She turned her head and glanced at me, pleading.
Since my penis had been kissed by her for a while, it was quite smooth, and her anus was covered in vaginal fluid, so I slowly squeezed my thick penis into her anus. The warm, tight feeling made me thrust rapidly. She raised her hips to meet me, her starry eyes sparkling, further fueling my desire.
Finally, her moans turned into low whimpers, and her anus stopped responding and began to dodge. I knew she couldn't hold back any longer, so I pulled my penis out of her anus, pressed her down on the bed, and thrust it hard into her vagina.
We climbed to the peak of pleasure together, and then fell back to earth together.
This passionate encounter lasted a full three hours. She had to go home, but she was too weak to dress. I started kissing her delicate feet, kissing her entire body. I etched her beautiful body into my mind forever. Then I helped her up, cleaned her body, and dressed her piece by piece, from her underwear to her stockings to her skirt. At that moment, she no longer showed her maternal side, but was like a child, obediently following my every command.
When I saw her to the door, I saw tears glistening in her eyes. I hardened my heart and calmly saw her off, not daring to say a word. I knew clearly that if I opened my mouth, tears would flow uncontrollably, and I might even lose control and want to stay with her forever.
She was gone, and my heart was empty. What kind of encounters and experiences will I have in the years to come? Will I forget this beautiful, understanding, gentle, and charming woman? I don't know.
I only know that tomorrow, we will be separated by vast distances.

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