An unforgettable sexual experience with a female colleague at work.

June 2011 arrived unusually early; summer seemed to have come all at once. This is my favorite season, not just because I was born in June, but also because the unique warmth, honesty, and exuberance of summer invigorate me.
I had been working at an advertising company for a full year since graduating from university. As soon as June arrived, a nostalgic scent filled the air, lingering in my busy yet structured life.
So, that Saturday, I met up with a group of old university buddies to play soccer back at our alma mater. My new girlfriend came along too.
We met at a friend's party; she was the kind of pure and beautiful girl I noticed almost from the first moment I saw her. We went on a few dates afterward.
Since then, I'd only occasionally encountered women referred to as "prostitutes" in hotels while on business trips, and I remained emotionally empty for over a year until I met my current girlfriend.
I finished my shower in just five minutes. I was somewhat impatient. Perhaps it was because I had just finished playing soccer that morning, and my muscles were all stretched out; perhaps it was because the weather was so hot; or perhaps it was because my girlfriend waiting in the living room aroused a strong desire in me—I felt my blood surging, and my muscles bulging with blood
. But I had to try my best not to get an erection; I couldn't let her see my excitement immediately.
When I came out of the bathroom, I was only wearing a pair of black briefs, which I had specially prepared for this moment. A book said that tight black briefs could perfectly outline a man's masculine curves and were a wonderful weapon to stimulate a woman's erogenous zones.
At that moment, my girlfriend was lounging on the sofa, casually flipping through TV channels. When she saw me come out, her gaze shifted from the TV to me. I knew I had a very well-developed physique, which already had a very good visual effect on her.
I walked over and sat down beside her, gently asking, "Are you tired today?"
She said, "Not bad."
I put my arm around her shoulder and asked again, "Do you think I played well in today's game?"
She playfully replied, "So-so."
At that moment, I pulled her tightly into my arms and exclaimed, "What?! You dare say 'so-so'!"
Just like that, everything seemed to fall into place naturally, as if it had been waiting for. I started kissing her. Her lips had a faint, sweet fragrance, like the taste of jasmine tea. Her tongue was moist, and I entwined my tongue with hers, first gently, then more and more intensely. Unexpectedly, her tongue was also quite wild, taking the initiative many times. I kept stroking her back and buttocks, and I could feel where her bra and panties were.
I've forgotten how long we kissed, and then I said, "Let's change places, let's go to the bed, that would be more comfortable." She nodded. So I picked her up and put her on the bed in my bedroom.
I pressed myself against her and continued kissing for a while. Then, I slowly began to unbutton her blouse. It was a white shirt, and as I unbuttoned it, I felt her full breasts almost spilling out. She lay there quietly, watching me unbutton it one button at a time. After taking off the shirt, she
took off her plain long skirt. Now she was only wearing a white bra and panties.
She suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, and we began a passionate kiss again. If we had been somewhat reserved on the sofa earlier, we were now completely uninhibited. Sometimes our tongues intertwined passionately, and sometimes I withdrew from her mouth to kiss her sweet cheek.
She whispered in my ear, "Your pectoral muscles are amazing, you're like a mountain, I'm afraid I can't handle it..." I never expected that such a simple sentence would instantly excite me so much.
Next, I gently removed her bra. This moment was simply intoxicating! This was the first time I had seen her body. When the bra clasp popped open, her full breasts were finally freed. She pretended to be shy and wrapped her arms around her chest.
I gently moved her arm away, and she offered almost no resistance. My girlfriend's breasts were perfectly shaped, and after our earlier foreplay, they appeared even fuller. Her areolas were rosy, and her nipples stood erect. Her moans grew louder.
I used my left hand to lift her breast from below, then pressed my index finger against her rosy nipple, and I felt her body spasm. I pinched and kneaded her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, making it stand up even more.
I asked her, "Are you full?"
She could only nod weakly, and then I took her other nipple into my mouth. My tongue felt the nipple's burning heat.
As my tongue lightly licked the nipple upwards, my girlfriend moaned incessantly, saying,
"Ah...ah...so...comfortable!"
I'm used to spending a lot of time on a girl's breasts. My girlfriend closed her eyes, only moaning, letting me do as I pleased, seemingly enjoying it immensely. Her hand, through my underwear, caressed my penis. I was completely aroused. I felt an intense throbbing pain in my glans, and the bulge in her underwear was already soaked. The feeling was so wonderful; I wanted to hold onto this moment forever.
I started to pull off her underwear. She slowly raised her legs, and the small panties slipped off her feet, shrinking into a ball. I smelled them; they smelled of lotus flowers. I tossed the little panties aside. On my bed, my woman was completely naked. Her genitals were small, with a sparse tuft of soft hair.
I lifted one of her legs; her vulva was slightly open, seemingly still spasming with contractions. I buried my head there… To be honest, I don't really like licking a woman's genitals. So I gently inserted a finger. Needless to say, it was warm and incredibly wet inside.
I kissed every detail of her body; she was truly a girl with a perfect figure. She was panting, her hand still touching my penis. Sometimes she would cup my chest in her palms, and my chest began to swell.
I think she could feel my heartbeat.
She helped me take off my underwear, saying, "At a time like this, you're still pretending to wear it." My penis stood erect in front of her, at a 45-degree angle to my body.
She pinched it with her hand, teasingly saying, "So big and thick! Your pubic hair is so thick!"
I asked her, "Want some?"
She feigned shyness and said, "Yes."
I continued to knead her breasts and kiss her lips. After a while, I penetrated her. I spread her legs and began to slowly enter. Although we had both had sexual experience before, this was our first time, so I was very careful to be gentle.
Her vagina was very tight, and I felt my glans throbbing, the secretions mixing with her fluids. We both stared at that spot, watching my penis slowly enter her body.
It seemed to take a long time, and I felt I was fully inside. I rested for a moment, then considerately asked, "How about it, shall we begin?"
So I began. Her hands were still around my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist. I felt intensely how much the woman beneath me needed me. With each thrust, she began to moan rhythmically. My dear girl, she had given herself to me, she was completely conquered, she was my woman!
She kept whispering in my ear, "You're so strong, you're such a man!"
A few minutes later, we started changing positions. I stood by the bed, and she placed one of her legs on my shoulder. I continued thrusting. She was really tight, but also very lubricated. I was so hard; I felt like I was being swallowed whole by her.
A few times, I tried more vigorous movements, pulling my entire penis almost out, and just as the head was about to completely leave her body, I thrust it back in forcefully, all the way to the very bottom. This gave us immense pleasure; the wonderful feeling was indescribable.
Next, we changed to a rear-entry position. I've watched a lot of porn and know that changing positions can increase the fun. She knelt on the bed, her buttocks sticking up as high as possible. At this point, I couldn't help but laugh because her position was really interesting.
I patted her buttocks lightly with my palm, making a crisp sound. Then, I entered her. She didn't seem to like this position very much, because it was somewhat wild, and I had complete control. But she didn't resist my advances.
I leaned forward forcefully so that my hands could touch her swaying breasts. I pinched her nipple.
From behind, her waist was slender, her curves perfect… At that moment, I kept thinking: this pure and beautiful girl in front of me was now completely my captive. The sense of conquest as a man was immensely satisfied.
I kept praising her in a rough voice, “Your figure is so perfect!” My penis was deep inside, my pubic hair brushing against her clitoris. I could feel the impact of her buttocks against my inner thighs. She said she needed to urinate. I knew this was a sign of a woman reaching orgasm. I ignored her request, letting my penis run wild, continuing
to thrust violently, while her moans grew louder and louder. I asked her again and again, “Have you orgasmed?”
She could only answer with “uh-huh, ah-ah.”
Finally, we returned to our initial position. I lay on top of her. This time I was much more vigorous than before. She held me tightly with her hands.
I felt I couldn't hold back any longer and quickly said, "Get ready to enjoy it, I'm about to cum!" She said, "Ah! I, I can't take it..."
Then, I felt a wonderful, bone-chilling spasm, and wave after wave of intense heat gushed from my glans, shooting violently into her uterus. Her vagina contracted violently in response. I swayed my whole body with abandon, experiencing an unparalleled pleasure!
After ejaculating, I didn't immediately withdraw from her body. We were both soaked in sweat. I lay on top of her, tenderly kissing her lips. Her eyes were closed, looking tired but satisfied. She told me that when she watched me play football on the field, she knew I must be great in bed too.
That afternoon, we fell asleep naked in each other's arms, the early summer heat outside the window, the ceiling fan emitting a monotonous, rhythmic sound. The old locust tree seemed to be asleep too, an occasional breeze rustling its leaves. The air was filled with the scent of gardenias.
I looked at my girlfriend beside me; she was sleeping peacefully, her usual purity and sweetness restored, appearing so serene and peaceful.
A familiar song drifted in from somewhere—Lin Zhixuan's cover of "Your Appearance"... For some reason, a faint sadness washed over me again. June, early summer, truly a season of nostalgia!
I woke up at six in the afternoon, and, still in the mood, we indulged in another passionate encounter. Then, we got up, showered, got dressed, and went out for dinner together.
Six months later, our relationship ended without a trace. To this day, we remain good friends. Like in the novel *The Catcher in the Rye*, we had such an intimate relationship; I think I'll probably never forget her.
The day I went to play soccer at my alma mater, we had been dating for less than a month. That game was between us graduates and the younger students from our alma mater; I played forward, and we won 3-1.
She sat quietly under the shade of a tree, watching us sweat profusely on the field. Even when I scored a goal in the first half, she only stood up demurely and waved to me. I remember she was wearing a white blouse that day, and a simple floral long skirt that looked particularly charming in the breeze.
After the game, I went out to eat with my buddies. Because it was a bit hot, I felt a little bad seeing my girlfriend standing by the field for two whole hours. After a few beers, we got up to leave. At that moment, one of my buddies glanced at my girlfriend standing next to me and made a strange face at me.
It was a meaningful hint. Actually, I knew in my heart that the time was gradually ripe. On the way back, I kept silently repeating: "Girl, I will definitely get you today."
We took a taxi back to my place in Huayuan Village. It was a second-hand apartment I bought after working for six months; it had two bedrooms and a living room, located on the third floor. Since I usually lived alone, the room was a bit messy. Outside the south-facing window of the living room was a tall locust tree, its dense branches swaying gently in front of the window. It was a
summer afternoon filled with desire .
This was her first time at my house. After entering, I let my girlfriend sit on the sofa and watch TV while I went to take a shower. In the cramped yet brightly lit room, an atmosphere of ambiguity was quietly brewing.
I had two girlfriends in college. The first one and I were together for two years, but nothing happened, and then she went abroad. My "first time" happened when I was a senior in college, with a white-collar girl two years older than me. I always felt she wasn't quite right for me because I desperately wanted a girlfriend younger than me. Later, we broke up for various reasons.

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