A time with a goddess colleague

Let me give you some background. I'm just an ordinary employee at the company, earning a mediocre salary and driving a beat-up car. I'm definitely not a "rich, handsome, and successful" type.
Last year, a stunningly beautiful young woman suddenly joined the accounting department. Exquisite features, flowing hair, a full bust, and a rounded bottom—she was practically every man's dream goddess.
Plus, being new to the company, she dressed very sexily. I guess she wanted to show off her best side; it's a woman's vanity, everyone understands. The whole thing started
because of my beat-up car. A colleague at work always hitched a ride with me, so I had to take a detour of about 1 kilometer from my home to pick him up. The next morning, I ran into this female colleague waiting for a ride.
My colleague impatiently told me to stop, then got out and gave me a good talking-to, finally managing to get her into the car.
From then on, even though I didn't want to take the detour to pick up my colleague before, for this goddess, I started waiting at my colleague's house every morning and then texted her to wait at the intersection.
Sometimes when the company organizes trips, the girl rides in my car; it seems to have slowly become a habit.
Things progressed in mid-July when a male colleague called, saying he and his wife were doing errands in the air conditioning and he'd caught a cold, feeling weak all over, and asked me to take two days off to rest.
Having long fantasized about this, I readily agreed. I immediately turned around and drove back to the corner near the goddess's house to message her.
This time, no colleagues were around, so I relaxed a bit. The drive from the company, including traffic lights, was half an hour, so I deliberately slowed down, telling jokes and dirty jokes.
The goddess was quite amused, even showing me some risqué jokes on her phone while we were at a red light.
However, when I returned, I saw a picture of a desktop screen saver. I recognized the man in the picture; he was the boss's son.
Damn, my lust subsided by half.
Although this job only pays a pittance, in this small fourth-tier city, it's enough to feed my family; there's no need to risk seducing the boss's daughter-in-law.
The goddess seemed to notice I'd seen her and asked me not to tell my colleagues, promising to treat me to dinner sometime. I absentmindedly agreed.
I thought it over and over but still didn't pick her up. I was curious why she didn't buy a car when her family wasn't poor.
Later I learned that her boss's son wasn't in the country, and she'd failed the exam three times, getting the job as an accountant with only a
mediocre score – a clear case of using connections. The next day, after much deliberation, I still didn't pick her up. When I arrived at the office, she seemed hesitant, but I pretended not to notice.
In the afternoon, she messaged me on WeChat, saying that her long journey was finally over and she wanted to treat me to dinner to express her gratitude.
I couldn't refuse, since I didn't plan to contact her again, but we'd run into each other again, so not going wouldn't be good.
At six o'clock, she was waiting for me on the roadside. We went straight to the restaurant, and for the sake of the conversation, it was the same as usual – just some company stuff.
The meal itself was uneventful, just the typical domestic saga of the goddess constantly complaining about her young son and the unreliable nanny.
After dinner, she insisted on going to a bar for a drink, and I couldn't refuse. I called my wife, saying I was having dinner with my boss, and the two of us went to the bar. I won't go into the details.
When we came out, it was already past ten o'clock, which is supposed to be the busiest time at the bar.
But I'm naturally a bit reserved, and she was eager to get home to see the child, so I don't know who suggested it, but we went together.
Once in the car, I gentlemanly opened the door, and she stumbled, seemingly twisting
her ankle. I quickly reached out to catch her, my left hand grabbing her right armpit, while my right hand ended up squeezing her breast. I swear to Chairman Mao, I really didn't mean to; it was an emergency, it was dark, and it happened suddenly… But then she started giggling uncontrollably. I realized she was ticklish and quickly let go.
She didn't say anything, and I drove her home.
That night, I couldn't stop thinking about her huge breasts. Unfortunately, my wife was already asleep when I got home, and I tossed and turned all night.
After that encounter, I felt that although she didn't usually talk to me, she clearly cared about me. When others got paid, they just signed and left, but she told me in detail how much she earned each day.
Until the day before yesterday, I was away on a ten-day business trip and got paid late, returning home after 9 pm.
I called her, intending to tell her I'd come to collect my salary the next day, but she was incoherent and couldn't even describe where she was.
Honestly, I was a little anxious. After all, I'd had a crush on her for a year, and now she seemed drunk; I was worried someone might take advantage of her.
From the location she mentioned, I vaguely knew it was a hotel—the kind where the first three floors are a restaurant, and the upper floors are guest rooms.
Without hesitation, I took a taxi with my luggage and arrived. I found a woman in a white dress squatting by a flowerbed at the hotel entrance, seemingly drunk.
I immediately got out of the car, lifted her hair, and sure enough, it was her! She looked at me with bleary, drunken eyes and said,
"Honey, it's our wedding anniversary today! Aren't you happy? I'm coming in right away!" I could guess what had happened right then and there—probably that her husband had taken her out to dinner, and she'd gotten drunk and run away.
I searched her clothes for her phone, but her little dress had no pockets, and her hands were empty.
I thought, "This won't do." Fine, I'll bring it in and see if I can find it.
When I was supporting her, she was completely incapacitated; I had to hold her waist to walk.
And let me tell you, her figure was absolutely stunning. Her enormous breasts bounced with every step, as if they might burst out at any moment.
I carried her up and down three flights of stairs three times without seeing anyone. Suddenly, she seemed about to vomit again, so I quickly helped her to the restroom.
When we entered the restroom, I hesitated for less than two seconds before pulling her into the men's room. Having this woman with me was already... well, let's just say it wasn't safe. Going into the women's room would be disastrous if we got caught.
I quickly closed the toilet door as we entered the stall. She was already vomiting, her little dress revealing half of her buttocks through her black stockings because the hem was too short. Through the stockings, I could see her blue thong.
Her round buttocks jiggled with each vomit as she knelt. As I helped her smooth her hair back, she straightened up, placing her head on my penis, wiping her mouth on my pants.
To be honest, my penis was practically rock hard from rubbing against her breasts all the way here. In that moment, I almost ripped off her stockings and went at her.
But I didn't. Instead, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I dragged her downstairs to a hotel room. We booked the seventh floor and helped her to the room.
As I placed her on the bed, I lifted her little dress, and the most mysterious area I'd fantasized about countless times was now before my eyes.
"Honey, who…" she whimpered, reaching out to grab.
I quickly took out the bottled water I had drunk from my backpack and fed it to her. After she finished drinking, she fell asleep again. I, however, silently lit a cigarette and began to struggle violently.
Judging from her current drunken state, if I secretly have sex with her, as long as it's not too vigorous, she shouldn't notice.
But what about afterwards? This room was booked with my ID card. What if she wakes up the next day and finds out? What will I do then? This is someone I see every day.
In the end, impulse overcame reason. I recklessly pulled down my pants and ripped off her low-cut dress, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts.
Perhaps due to breast milk, the areolas were a little thick, but that didn't dampen my enthusiasm. I bent down and licked them, sucking, and a stream of slightly salty milk came out.
After licking for a few minutes, I moved down and pulled off her stockings, only to find that her thong was blue.
Dark, glossy pubic hair covered her vulva. I couldn't wait to spread her legs, only to find that her genitals were already overflowing like a river.
"Holy crap!" Did she know everything?
I stared at her for a long time, but apart from her even breathing, there was no reaction.
I don't know if all women experience this after drinking, but honestly, my head was already spinning, and I didn't care about anything else; I just went for it.
As I penetrated, I carefully observed her reaction. I was sure she wouldn't miss a single frown or twitch of her eyelids.
But nothing happened. She didn't react at all, as if she were still asleep.
That put me at ease; her wet, hot vagina was irresistible.
Although she had given birth, her vagina was as tight as a young girl's.
When I lifted her dress, I realized she had a C-section—no wonder her vagina was so tight.
My hips moved faster with desire, and I lowered my head to suckle her breasts. I dared not touch them, afraid she would suddenly wake up.
Two minutes later, she suddenly opened her mouth and said, "Honey, water!" I was already on the verge of ejaculating; how could I stop? Then, I suddenly remembered a post I had read before. Just as I was
about to ejaculate, I suddenly got up, quickly ran to her mouth, spread her legs, and knelt between her heads, stroking my penis.
Just before I was about to ejaculate, I steeled myself and shoved my penis into her slightly open mouth.
"Mmm... Oh!—"
The pleasure of ejaculation made me forget everything. Even if someone rushed in and grabbed me, I would be willing.
But just ten seconds later, I was plunged into deep regret.
They say men feel guilty after ejaculating, and that was exactly what I was feeling.
I pulled out my penis and watched my goddess cough violently. I got out of bed, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and gently fed her water while holding her head.
She seemed completely unaware that she had drunk the thick semen mixed with the mineral water after ten days of business trips. Finally, I wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth into her mouth as well.
Then I let her go and focused on licking her beautiful vulva between her legs. My penis hadn't softened after ejaculating, and I wanted to fuck her again.
But suddenly, she opened her sleepy eyes and mumbled, "Honey, I haven't showered yet, I'm dirty!" I was so scared that I quickly shrank off the bed and didn't dare to move.
Two or three minutes later, I stood up and got dressed, pulling up the bra on the goddess's clothes. While putting on her stockings, I thought for a moment and then buried my head between her legs, sticking my tongue into her vagina and stirring it for a while.
After helping her put on her stockings, I carried my luggage, helped her out of the room, and took the elevator to the first floor.
In the lobby, I put the goddess on the sofa to rest, then dialed our accounting manager's number, asking her to try to contact the goddess's husband.
A few minutes later, two or three people came down in a panic. Her husband saw me as soon as he saw me and rushed over, grabbing my hand and expressing his gratitude.
"Thank you, thank you, we looked everywhere for her but couldn't find her, and her phone was off. Thank you for taking care of her for so long." "It's nothing, it's only been half an hour. Okay, here you go, I'm going home, I just got back from a business trip." Her husband thanked me profusely again, saying that he would treat me to drinks the next night. I smiled and went home.
The next day, when I saw her at the company, she was still smiling and telling me not to leave that night, as her husband was treating me to dinner.
Just last night, the three of us—her, her husband, and I—had dinner and then partied at a bar until 2 a.m. before going home.
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[The End]

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