【My Eight-Year Sexual History】(3)

This is the third installment of my work. After posting the first two, I found that several friends enjoyed my

writing , and some even replied with encouragement. The moderator also gave me points for originality, thank you all. My

writing isn't the kind that jumps straight to the point. The material for my stories all comes from my real life,

so there's linguistic buildup and psychological description. I strive to take everyone on a journey through time, back to the scenes of that time

. As long as there are readers, I will continue writing. The "s" series is finished. Today, I'm going to tell a completely new story

, which is also a true story.

After graduating from university, I worked for a foreign company in the provincial capital. The company was doing well, and my hard work earned me the boss

's appreciation. Although my official position was still that of an ordinary employee, I was actually working as the boss's secretary.

That day after lunch, my boss called me into his office and said, "You don't need to come to work today.

You've been working overtime a lot lately, so I'm giving you half a day off. Go run some personal errands for me." He then

pulled out his car keys and handed them to me, saying, "My car needs servicing. Go get it done for me, and then you can drive it

. Give me the keys back tomorrow when you come to work." I'd driven my boss's Range Rover quite a few times, and running errands for him was common,

so I didn't say much, took the keys, and drove to the dealership.

It was midday, so there weren't many people around, and the car didn't seem to have any problems; an oil change would be quick and easy. Looking at my watch, it was only

a little past 2 pm. Thinking I had plenty of time to get home, I decided to go to the gym for a run. I loved playing basketball in my student days and

have always maintained a regular exercise routine. After starting work, I got a gym membership and go to the club to run and

use the equipment whenever I have time. While it wasn't as exhilarating as playing ball, the equipment was specifically designed to target certain muscles. The coach gave

me a sculpting program, and after consistently working on it, I noticed my physique did develop some definition.

The gym was located on the top floor of a building, with glass walls on all four sides, offering a panoramic view – I

love running while gazing at the city scenery. I usually come here at night; this was my first time here during the day.

The yoga and belly dance classes I usually attend were already over, and today both classrooms were packed with girls. The belly

dancers were swaying to the music in cropped Indian skirts; the yoga students were wearing tight tank tops and shorts, lying

on the floor, sticking their butts out. Wow, I've heard yoga is a product of Indian sexual traditions, and seeing this, it's definitely true. These

girls' poses are practically a "push-the-cart" position! Hehe, not bad, not bad. If

I stood pulled down their pants, and had some fun, that would be amazing. No, no, I came here to work out, not

to fantasize. I shook my head, banishing the "push-the-cart" image from my mind. I got on the treadmill, set it to 5 kilometers,

and after finishing, I figured I shouldn't overexert myself on my rare day off, so I didn't do any weight training.

After showering and changing into the suit I'd worn to the gym, I planned to sit in the rest area and watch the yoga class to see

what other poses the girls did besides the "cartwheel" exercise. Unfortunately, their class had already ended, and there were hardly

any people left in the classroom. I shrugged; I guess I missed out today. Maybe next time I'll come back at a different time to properly appreciate it.

I stepped into the elevator and was just about to close the door when a woman ran up to me. "Wait a minute." I held the elevator

door open for her, saying, "Thank you, thank you." The girl was quite polite.

I pressed B2 because I wanted to go to the parking lot. This is the gym's dedicated elevator, going directly to the first floor or the parking lot;

it doesn't stop at other floors. The girl didn't press any buttons either, probably going to the parking lot like me. The girl

was tilting her head, but the elevator had mirrors on all four sides, creating a 360-degree view.

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