My colleague, a young woman

I used to work at an electronics company, where my colleagues were all young men and women.

We were chatting and having fun when I discovered that one of my colleagues was actually a mature woman named Yezi.

Yezi was very pretty, and I thought she was around 30 years old.
I was quite surprised. At first, we had a get-together, and after dinner, we went to karaoke. Everyone was relatively well-behaved at first, but after a while, they got carried away and started hugging each other, touching each other's sensitive areas, and making all sorts of lewd gestures. Two women even reached into my pants and grabbed my penis; it almost turned into a group orgy.

When I sat on the sofa, Yezi sat facing me on my lap. My hands were on her waist, and I was touching her buttocks through her pants. Then I made a gesture of unhooking her bra. Yezi just smiled at me without saying anything.

When I leaned in to tease her and kiss me, she remained unmoved, just smiling at me. That night, I offered to take her home, but she refused.

I was completely baffled at the time. If Yezi was a decent woman, she wouldn't be here like this. If she was a promiscuous woman, my charm shouldn't be a problem. If she was a prostitute, then it wouldn't be a problem either.

With these questions in mind, the day ended.

In the days that followed, I tried various methods to find the answer, but without success.

One day, I told one of Yezi's close friends that I would pay any price for a night if Yezi was willing to sleep with me.

But when Yezi heard this, she was furious and asked why I asked her through that woman.

I felt embarrassed and said I thought she was the kind of person who loved money. So I offered to take her out to dinner that night to apologize, and Yezi agreed.

I brought a bottle of red wine because I knew that if you drank too much spirits, you'd end up with nothing.

After dinner, we finished the bottle of red wine. Yezi was a little tipsy, so I drove to a quiet side of the road, and we started embracing and kissing in the car.

While kissing Ye Zi, my hands roamed haphazardly over her breasts and the base of her thighs. I unbuckled my belt, and Ye Zi grabbed my penis. We kissed for a while,

then I suggested we go to a hotel. We found a hotel haphazardly, took off our clothes, and quickly showered before our intense encounter began. Ye Zi was the type of woman with a fuller figure, but not overweight. Her breasts weren't large, but her skin was very fair, making her vulva pink and her pubic hair sparse. Just the kind of woman I liked.

What pleased me most was that Ye Zi let me have sex without a condom. Although I

have a high sex drive and need to go three or four times to be satisfied, and can almost immediately continue, the first time was a bit short, especially since Ye Zi was still very tight.

So, after the first round, we immediately started the second. We tried many different positions, and Ye Zi kept calling out, "Husband, husband, fuck me!" We did this for almost half an hour before I ejaculated inside her again.

I lay on the bed, and Ye Zi gave me oral sex. The technique of a young married woman is truly excellent; it was the best oral sex I had ever experienced. I immediately got hard again, and after a while, we resumed our encounter.

Afterwards, Yezi and I lay in bed. Yezi stroked my penis and told her story.

She said that although she wasn't a very promiscuous woman, she enjoyed touching men's penises while sleeping. She also said that she once knew a man she planned to marry, but he was impotent. So she would sit on him and play with his penis until it was hard, then insert it herself, continuing until she was satisfied.

She also said that she was divorced because her husband had an affair. She used to find it unacceptable, but now she regretted it. For a woman with a child, no stable job, and a daughter to support, life was very difficult. Someone once said they could help her, but on the condition that Yezi become their lover.

I advised against it, but Yezi said that if it could really help her, she would be willing.

In short, we talked a lot that day. After that night, I understood that Yezi was suffering emotionally and living a very tiring life. She needed to numb herself with pleasure, not with lust.

That night, I knew in my heart that she needed a warm family, but I couldn't give her that. Like a person dying of thirst, I could only give her a drop of water, a drop that could only bring a moment of coolness, but couldn't save her.

And so, although we would sometimes chat for a bit, that was the end.

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