His affair with Nurse Ling

I still remember that year, when I was twenty-eight, working as a graduate intern at the affiliated hospital, and my affair with nurse Ling.
Ling was considered a veteran nurse in the department, having worked for over ten years, already a head nurse with an intermediate professional title. At thirty-six, she was still youthful and radiant, possessing the charm of a mature woman. The first time I saw her, she wore a nurse's cap, had a dignified face, and her neatly styled hair was tied up. She wore a pure white nurse's uniform, and through the white fabric, I could vaguely see the outline of her pink half-cup bra. Her figure was well-proportioned and full. On my first day in the department, I asked her for the key to the intern's locker. She glanced at my name tag, read my name, and her voice was sweet. I also glanced at her name tag and remembered her name. She casually checked my household registration, such as where I went to university and where my home was. Looking at her silhouette, I answered truthfully.
As we began to familiarize ourselves with the various tasks in the department, Ling and I chatted about many things, from professional issues and interpersonal relationships to family situations and views on marriage. We discovered we had a lot in common and often talked for hours. Gradually, we started eating out together more often, and afterwards we'd stroll around, chatting about everything under the sun.
One evening, after work, we strolled around together again, had a late-night snack, and ended up walking until after 1 a.m. The once bustling streets were now deserted, and Ling looked exceptionally beautiful under the streetlights. But we still maintained a bit of reserve. The weather was getting colder, and Ling said she couldn't go home that night and would stay at a hotel apartment. I said I couldn't go home either, and I'd go with her to the hotel apartment. Ling said she couldn't. I said, "If you don't want to do anything, I can't force you, right?" Ling said, "That's true, let's go then."
We got a room at the hotel apartment, and sure enough, there was only one bed. Ling was quite sleepy, so she took off her coat and lay down to sleep. I followed suit, lay down, and pulled the covers up tight. We were silent for a few minutes. With my beloved beside me, her body heat and breath vibrating in my ear, I was wide awake, my desire aroused. In one swift motion, I rolled over to my left and pressed myself against Ling. Ling resisted slightly, saying, "Didn't we agree to sleep separately?" I said, "Don't you want to do something?" My right hand slipped under Ling's thermal underwear, caressing her left breast through her bra. My lips quickly met Ling's hot lips; she didn't resist, passively accepting my caresses. I knew that Ling would belong to me tonight; I couldn't miss this opportunity.
I lifted Ling's thermal underwear, slightly raising her upper body, and unhooked her bra from behind, pushing it open from the front. Moonlight and outside lights filtered into the room, the light insufficient. My pupils widened as I admired these breasts I had fantasized about countless times. Ling is divorced, has given birth to one child, and breastfed. Her breasts are still firm and hemispherical, shaped like Mount Fuji… I bent down and gently sucked on the nipples, imagining the feeling of sucking my mother's nipple years ago, yet afraid of damaging her skin with too much suction, I was extra gentle, moving from one nipple to the other… alternating.
Ling began to react slightly, but not much, perhaps because she was tired from work during the day. By this time, my penis was hard as iron. I took off Ling's thermal pants and underwear, spread her legs, and in the darkness under the covers, I groped for the entrance with my penis. It seemed not lubricated enough, not the right time. I brought my penis to the corner of Ling's mouth, parted her upper lip, and tapped it against her front teeth. Ling had experience; she opened her mouth and took my penis in, pressing the tip of her tongue against my glans. I gently thrust in and out of her mouth, thinking that my dream had come true today, I was almost about to explode. After a while of thrusting, Ling's mouth seemed tired, and she released my penis. She began to take the initiative, reaching out her left hand to guide it to her lower body.
The head entered, then entered again, all the way inside her… It was hot, warm, slippery, and incredibly pleasurable, a feeling of becoming one, woman on top… Following the 2005 guidelines, I used the nine-shallow-one-deep method, thrusting hard during the deepest part to stimulate her into a soft moan, while carefully controlling the peak of pleasure to avoid exceeding my climax and ejaculating too quickly.
We had a tacit understanding of sex; we didn't speak, simply enjoying each other's bodies. I controlled my thrusts while caressing her breasts with both hands. Pleasure filled my life vessel, and with each of the nine-shallow-one-deep thrusts, it felt like it was about to overflow. I greedily wanted it to be filled even more, yet carefully prevented it from overflowing. If time could freeze, I would gladly freeze myself in this moment.
The pressure inside my "life vessel" rose higher and higher. Finally, unable to contain my pleasure, I thrust into Ling violently. The dam burst, and a large amount of fluid poured into Ling's body.
From then on, Ling and I had a relationship that lasted until I graduated and left the affiliated hospital. Many years later, I still cherish the memory.
[The End]

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