A terrifying midnight at my beautiful colleague's house

Three years later, looking back on that time still excites me.

It was late spring/early summer of 2006. I had just graduated from university and started working at my new company. The contrast between university life and work was something I hadn't fully adjusted to yet; everything at the company felt both strange and new. Against this backdrop, a series of enchanting stories quietly unfolded.

Everything that seems accidental is actually inevitable; the accidental are the time, place, and people, while the inevitable are the cause, process, and result. I've always had a thing for siblings, and whenever I read adult novels online, incest stories were my first choice. The delicate psychological descriptions in incestuous works, oscillating between the paradise of sensory stimulation and the hell of moral depravity, are unmatched by other genres. The impact of mature women on me is devastating, just like that afternoon when I first met her.

That day was sunny and bright. As usual, I went to the marketing department to meet with Sister Mei, the regional manager for the Central China region, to assign
budget targets. Entering Sister Mei's office, I found her chatting with a graceful middle-aged woman.

After the routine, I said with a smile, "Sister Mei, we actually have a colleague in our unit who's just as beautiful as you
! Is this the legendary 'two-pound beauty'?" "You're so glib ! Are we that
heavy?" Sister Mei teased with a laugh.

"Yes, of course we are! Everyone says your beauty is as heavy as Mount Tai!" I rambled on, making light of the situation.

Once the conversation started, I was able to linger and observe this beautiful colleague I'd never seen before: her hair
flowed over her shoulders, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, she wore light makeup, and a long dress couldn't hide her graceful figure. Most striking were
her delicate and exquisite slippers, gently encasing her slender, jade-like toes. Perhaps because we weren't very familiar
with each other, she rarely joined in our conversation, only offering a faint smile.

During the conversation, I learned that she frequently traveled for work, her husband worked in another city, and her daughter lived with her grandparents.

So, she was often alone at home? At that moment, a wicked plan popped into my head.

After our first meeting, I found her contact number. On a restless afternoon, I sent her a
text message. She was surprised to receive it, saying she was on her way to the airport, on a business trip to Guangzhou and wouldn't
be back for a few days.

"Take extra clothes, be careful it's cold!" For most women, gentle concern always
works .

"Thank you! You're quite caring." She was touched, saying that years of traveling for work had
taught her how to take care of herself. We agreed that I would call her after I arrived in Guangzhou. That's how we started contacting each other.
Perhaps this moment foreshadowed everything that would happen in the future; everything seemed so natural, and behind the seemingly gentle facade,
my desires were surging. Perhaps she felt the same way!

After she arrived in Guangzhou, we contacted each other frequently. She would always text me during breaks in meetings or call me before
going to bed . Once the floodgates of my heart were opened, the outpouring of emotions was unstoppable.

During our conversations, I always looked for opportunities to steer the conversation towards sensitive topics.

"You look like a little child, I feel like your mother!"
she suddenly said, I don't know what topic we were discussing.

"Can you be my godmother?"

"Sure."

"Can you treat me like my mom treated me when I was little?" I suddenly had a bright idea and set a
little trap.

"Sure," she readily agreed.

"Godmother, I wet my pants, come and change them for me." The trap was laid out in front of her, covered by
a trap lid made of tenderness.

"Are you kidding me? A grown-up still wets her pants?" she asked, a little puzzled.

"I just acted impulsively. Anyway, I don't care, I'll wait for you to come back and change my pants," I said nervously
, wondering if she would be angry.

"I don't care about you, take care of it yourself," she said coquettishly.

My audacity didn't anger her, and I knew my chance had come.

The chance came, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. Three days later, she came back.
I happened to be away from home that afternoon. I only found out she was back when I saw her QQ messages when I got home that night.

The next day at work, I sent her a text message saying I wanted to visit her in her office. When we met, I stared at her intently
. She asked me why I kept looking at her, and I knew the standard answer to the question she wanted to hear.

"You're so beautiful!" I said, my face flushing.

"You're just being cheeky. Am I really that beautiful?" A faint blush rose on her face.

She said some friends were coming over that evening and wanted me to go out to dinner with them. I wasn't sure what was going on, and I worried
that if I got too close to her friends, how would I carry out my secret mission? So I politely declined.

That evening, I was at home surfing the internet when she texted me saying she was at the entrance of my apartment complex.

Three minutes later, I got into her car. After work, she had changed out of her business attire, casually wearing
a denim t-shirt, her long hair loosely tied in a knot at the back of her head. I didn't ask her where she was taking me; we just
chatted absentmindedly. Her subtle fragrance was faint, like the distant lights of a city, appearing and disappearing.

An unknown song was playing on the radio, its ambiguous melody captivating.

Ten minutes later, I entered her home. As soon as I entered the house, a small dog suddenly rushed out;
otherwise , the house was empty. I carefully looked around her home. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see
the dazzling lights in the distance. A colorful crystal chandelier hung from the living room ceiling, and rows of bookshelves were filled with all kinds of
books, making the whole room feel spacious and bright.

She hugged and petted the dog, and I wished I could become that dog immediately.

She led me to the bedroom, told me to play on the computer by myself, and then went to take a shower. The bedroom wasn't big,
and there was a very cute little bed with an HP desktop computer next to it; this must be her daughter's
room .

I turned on the computer and downloaded Cai Yan's music video, "Just the Two of Us." The little guy, feeling trespassed on my
territory , started barking wildly at me, and I had to stop and soothe him. I noticed that the bathroom was diagonally
opposite the bedroom, and through the crack in the bedroom door, I could peek into the bathroom's glass door. I vaguely saw her
taking off her clothes one by one, her graceful curves reflected in the glass.

My heart pounded faster and faster, like a free fall, and my lower body involuntarily swelled up. The sound of
the rushing filled my mind with fantasies: her slender, delicate fingers, her beautiful face, her smooth skin, her high
breasts, and her full mons pubis.

After a long while, she emerged from the bathroom, wearing a floral nightgown, exuding an indescribable elegance after her bath. She
smiled sweetly at me and sat down beside me, drying her hair with a hairdryer. The delicate fragrance of her body after her bath
intoxicated me. I didn't know what would happen next; I only knew that I longed for
something .

At that moment, I was engaged in a fierce internal struggle: did her bringing me into her home mean she was hinting at giving
me a chance? But what if I misunderstood her and forced myself on her? I blushed,
caught between her body's fragrance and my own internal conflict.

My nervousness made me feel the urge to urinate. After relieving myself in the bathroom, I inadvertently found her clothes in the bathroom
basket . I tiptoed and picked them up one by one, feeling
the warmth of her body still clinging to them. At the bottom of the basket, I found the black
lingerie . I stealthily picked up the black lace panties, the narrow strip of fabric close to my private parts
still glistening with clear nectar. I couldn't resist tasting it with my tongue; the faint, sensual flavor was
irresistible .

Afraid of lingering too long and arousing her suspicion, I hurried back to the bedroom. She was still drying her hair. I showed her
the music video I'd just downloaded. The seductive performances and energetic music in the video got my blood pumping, but she didn't
seem much different, still smiling and chatting. I couldn't figure out what she was thinking, racking my brains
to plan my next move.

Opportunities always exist, but if you think everything will fall into place at this point
, you're just being too hasty. I've experienced many well-thought-out plans that failed miserably due to impatience
, but this time, I succeeded. The little dog, seeing its owner nearby, jumped around excitedly.
When it jumped onto me, I pretended to be startled and leaned against her.

I gazed at her with a lovesick look, exclaiming, "Your hair smells so good!" I looked at her tenderly. I
believe my performance at that moment was perfect; my voice must have been incredibly magnetic, and her heart was
definitely fluttering. But I was still unsure of her feelings; I needed to test the waters.

She said, "What do you know about 'smelly'? What do you know?" "It really smells good! Can I smell it
properly ?" I asked, looking at her with innocent eyes.

She smiled gently, neither confirming nor denying. At that moment, I was certain. I didn't need to test her anymore, I
didn't need to do any feasibility analysis; all that was left was how to unfold the scene. A romantic moment was about to
begin.

I remember it was around ten o'clock at night, early summer, the temperature pleasant.

I embraced her beautiful body and laid her down on the bed. I eagerly lifted her floral dress. With such

a beauty before me, life was exhilarating. Her skin was smooth as jade, her breasts full and firm, her nipples like
two pink cherries set in her breasts. I straddled her, watching her blushing face bloom in this
night .

I gently kissed her lips, savoring the sweet saliva in her mouth.

She began to pant softly, her eyes slightly open and closed. Lips, earlobes, collarbone, all the way to her chest, I
covered every inch of her skin that I had longed for day and night with tender, lingering kisses. I kneaded her breasts with my hands, my tongue
teasing the nipples. Her panting gradually became uncontrollable, her soft little hands slipping into my crotch,
touching her supple hands, and my penis instantly became erect. She grasped my hot, steel-like penis,
occasionally kneading my testicles. After satisfying her chest, I moved my attention to her lower body, heading towards the place I
had longed for , towards the man's paradise between a woman's legs.

Just as I was about to reach the very end, I suddenly heard the sound of a key unlocking a door. She jumped in surprise, pulling me out of
bed and pointing to the large wardrobe behind her. I hurriedly followed her directions and
slipped inside. The wardrobe was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Suddenly, the door opened with a loud bang, and a strong, cheerful middle-aged man's voice said, "Wife, didn't expect me
to be back , did you? I just happened to be in Changsha for a meeting today and wanted to surprise you, so I didn't tell you beforehand."

"Oh, I was almost asleep," she said, feigning tiredness.

"Sorry to disturb my wife's rest. I'll shower and go to bed right away. Wait for me a moment."

"Okay, go ahead. Your pajamas are drying on the balcony and haven't been brought in yet."

"Okay, I'll be right there," the middle-aged man said excitedly.

I inwardly groaned. I'd really messed up. Now her husband was back, and
I couldn't . What should I do next? Could I sneak out while he was showering? No, if we were discovered
, it wouldn't be good for either of us. I immediately rejected the idea. I racked my brains, trying to escape as quickly as possible. The more panicked I became, the more chaotic things got
, and I could feel myself trembling slightly with nervousness.

Before I could come up with a plan, the middle-aged man returned, having finished showering. I watched his every move warily
. What if he suddenly opened the closet and found me inside? I suddenly remembered
the bank robbers on the news a while back, all of them wearing stockings and masks. Yes, I'd be a masked burglar too.
If he saw me, I'd catch him off guard, strike swiftly, and then slip away. I was dressed neatly now; I
could easily pass for a masked robber. While keeping an eye on the middle-aged man's movements, I carefully
searched the closet to see if I could find any stockings.

After the middle-aged man finished washing up, he came to the bedside and said apologetically, "Honey, you've been working
so hard ."

"You're too busy with work, I understand," she said gently.

“Once I finish this project, I’ll apply to be transferred back to Changsha. I’ll never leave you alone
again .”

“A man should prioritize his career. Of course, it would be even better if you could come back.” He seemed to have said these words many
times before, and she seemed to have lost much of her confidence.

I suddenly hated myself. This seemingly harmonious world of husband and wife had a despicable lover hiding in
the closet .

“Wife, I owe you so much. I’ll make it up to you tonight.” After the middle-aged man finished speaking, I heard the rustling sounds of
them undressing, the sucking sounds of their kiss, and the woman’s soft moans.
After a while, I heard the sounds of bodies colliding. Using the sound as cover, I frantically searched the closet
and finally found a pair of pantyhose. It took me a while to manage to pull them over my head.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm," her deliberately suppressed moans were low and soothing, indescribably alluring
.

About ten minutes later, the middle-aged man cried out in a mournful voice, "Wife, I can't take it anymore, I'm sorry!
" It was as if he were regretting a failed attempt. At the same time, the sounds of their bodies colliding grew louder and more frequent, and the woman's moans
became more unrestrained, finally fading into silence after a loud bang. Several minutes later, the two of them
got up , and then I heard the light switch snap off.

I slightly twisted my neck, which had been bent for a long time and was now sore, planning how to escape this dark space. She
would probably find a way for me, but I didn't know what method she would use. In the tense and boring moment, I slowly
heard . I don't know how long the snoring lasted, but I also drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, a hand pulled me. I was startled, thinking the man had discovered me, and was about to
defend myself when I opened my eyes and saw it was her. She gently opened the wardrobe door and pulled me out. She
was surprised to see my masked appearance, and I quickly pulled my stockings over my head. She tiptoed into the bedroom, and I
followed her out of the terrifying hell that had imprisoned me for half the night.

In the living room, through the distant lights streaming in through the window, I could see her curvaceous body, clad only in a bra and
panties. Suddenly, my heart warmed, and I turned and hugged her tightly. She pulled me away, slowly opened the bedroom door, and waved
for me to go back. I glanced back at her, and at midnight, I was finally free from that terrifying place.

That night, when I got home, the east was already beginning to lighten. I lay in bed for a while, very tired, but
the experience still left me feeling unsettled and shaken. The next day at work, I was listless. My colleagues joked that
I must have been a womanizer the night before. A chill ran down my spine; did those words really have "it" written all over my face?

For a long time after that day, I didn't dare contact her. The lace panties
and pantyhose I'd hastily brought back from her house lay quietly in my drawer, each time I saw them stirring up ripples of emotion within me.

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