[First business trip]

Looking back now, I realize that getting that first business trip opportunity was almost entirely thanks to my "thing"

—that's easy to misunderstand, making people think my boss was a woman trying to take advantage of me, and that he was a man, and he

wasn't gay. The truth is, the trip required four people, and my boss had already chosen two women. Choosing another woman

would have meant extra money for accommodation. Finding someone with a "thing" meant I could share a room with him, saving on travel

expenses. We're a small company, and everyone has to be careful with their money. So,

I was the only one left with a "thing" in our department, which is how I got this opportunity.

Actually, in my understanding, my boss's current position is also due to the reasons mentioned above

—although he has a "thing," he's very docile, never causes trouble, and rarely has any negative press, which makes the leadership feel at ease;

then there's his low-key personality, hard work, and shrewd budgeting, ensuring he never wastes a penny of the company's money. Of course,

as a subordinate accompanying such a leader on a business trip, there's little to expect; the first business trip

is definitely not worth it.

Although our company is small and our boss is honest, the two female colleagues who went on the trip with me, Yang Wenhe and Peng Xiaonan,

were completely untouched by his petty mannerisms. They were both poised and elegant. Especially Yang Wenhe,

the female colleague I'd been itching to meet since I joined the company, was also on the business trip, which secretly delighted me.

Yang Wenhe joined the company a year earlier than me, making her a senior employee. She's a slender, tall woman, and although she's

from the North , she has more of the air of a woman from the Jiangnan region. Of course, for someone like me with a bit of a fetish, her

beautiful legs and feet are incredibly attractive. I remember reading a novel where the author recounted his romantic affair with his female colleague

, Su Ying, which made me incredibly envious. I so wished Yang Wenhe could also experience Su Ying's allure,

but we don't even work in the same office—there's no "crime scene"—and we don't interact much. Besides,

Yang Wenhe seems to have a cold, aloof beauty quality, so all of the above is just wishful thinking. Oh well,

all of that is just wishful thinking.

The combination of two men and two women made the journey a bit more lively. Under my persuasion and guidance,

the four of us started playing cards on the bus. As we played, everyone gradually relaxed and started chatting and laughing. I

realized that everyone at work wears a mask; once the mask is off, everyone is still quite adorable.

The journey seemed to shorten considerably amidst our waking banter and short, half-asleep moments. By the

time we got off the bus, I learned that Yang Wenhe had dated a boyfriend for nearly two years before

breaking up six months ago. Yang Wenhe had invested a lot in that relationship; no wonder she was usually so cold—that was the root of the problem

.

We worked during the day, and in the evenings, when we had nothing to do, we continued playing cards. Our two female colleagues had clearly taken to

playing cards ; after dinner, they would tidy up and then knock on our door, and we would all play cards together.

Playing cards with them was both a pleasant pastime and a form of torture. They were completely

at ease with us now, always coming to our room in their pajamas, and then casually

sitting our bed, eating sunflower seeds and snacks while playing cards. It's torture because at this distance,

I can clearly smell the alluring scent emanating from their bodies, clearly observe

the shape of their beautiful feet, and see the lines on their feet with perfect clarity. I can even feel the warmth of their bodies through their pink

velvet pajamas. I can even fantasize about them while absentmindedly playing cards. But

the worst part is that I can't take action. The intense visual stimulation can't be translated into actual behavior.

What else is this but torture? Meanwhile, my boss across from me maintained excellent composure, concentrating entirely on his cards. This made me

realize the gap between myself and my boss, and I pessimistically thought that with my personality, I'd never be a leader in my life.

Fantasizing is inevitable. Whether intentional or not, I always felt that Yang Wenhe, sitting next to me

, was seducing me. During breaks, she would lazily stretch her body, then lie flat, assuming a

rear-entry position, with a lollipop in her mouth. This lewd action, combined with my vivid imagination, resulted

in me being deeply stimulated, and I couldn't help but suffer from insomnia at night.

We were always together, lacking any personal space. I never had a chance to chat with her alone, let

alone further.

The business trip went smoothly but uneventfully; we soon boarded the train back. It seemed my first business trip would

pass by uneventfully. The only thing that held a glimmer of hope was that when the sleeper berths were assigned, they gave me the upper berth,

with Yang Wenhe below me, while the boss and another colleague, Peng Xiaonan, went to the other side.

The lights were off when we boarded. Everyone was a bit tired after a day of sightseeing, so we quickly

settled into our beds. This was the first time Yang Wenhe and I had some relatively private space—of course, the other

four beds were occupied by strangers.

Falling asleep seemed impossible. A beautiful woman, the object of my desire, was lying

just ; how could I possibly sleep? But what could I do if I couldn't sleep? Sneak down and climb

on top of her? The more optimistic scenario is that she blushes but sternly warns me not to mess around

and then makes me crawl back. The less optimistic scenario is that she shouts "Indecent assault!" and the boss, hearing the cry for help, jumps

up, comes over, tells everyone it's a misunderstanding, gives me a good scolding, and then fires me from my job, ruining my

reputation . The worst-case scenario is that she shouts "Indecent assault!" and I'm dragged

down by the righteous passengers around me, beaten up, then taken to the train police, falsely accused of attempted rape, and ultimately imprisoned for the rest of my life.

These endings are terrifying enough; my hands are shaking. But another voice in my head keeps telling me: she

and her boyfriend have been separated for six months; she definitely hasn't had a regular sex life in those six months, she must be horny.

Why don't you do something so helpful? Her lips are so alluring, her legs so beautiful, why

don't you go for it?

For the first time, I felt the difficulty of making a choice: to go or not to go, that is the real question.

While I was pondering what the phrase "bold as a bat" really meant, my hands and feet were already getting

restless as I pulled the blanket over myself down. Pulling down the blanket would block the view from the other side.

Although the snoring on the other side had already started, what if there was a Zhang Fei sleeping with his eyes open? Wouldn't that allow him to witness

a live sex show and take advantage of me?

I could feel myself trembling slightly, as if I were being electrocuted. This matter could be minor, minor, or even

unimaginably major—it could practically determine a person's life. But at the same time, it could also be incredibly pleasurable.

I started to inch my way back like a maggot, slowly sliding off the bed and onto the middle bunk in the second compartment. My mind seemed to short-circuit

for a moment, and when I regained consciousness, I was lying on my side next to Yang Wenhe. The lewd shouts of molestation

didn't come, and the blanket I had hung behind me was quite secure. This silence suddenly made me feel at ease.

In the dim light, I could see the beautiful woman's large eyes looking at me, her breathing gradually becoming heavier.

At this point, without hesitation, I pressed my lips to hers, eagerly thrusting my tongue

into her mouth. Yang Wenhe didn't reject me; instead, she responded passionately to my kiss, offering

her tongue in return. Our tongues intertwined, and she shifted to her side, lifting the blanket so I could

slip under it and lie beside her. Lying on our sides, we occupied the entire space of the small bed,

our bodies completely in contact through our pajamas. I wrapped my right arm around her neck, ensuring

a deep and meaningful , while freeing my left hand for more in-depth exploration.

With the help of my right hand, I quickly unhooked her bra and grasped her breasts in my hands. Her warm, moist

breasts, though easily held in one hand, felt surprisingly full. Her nipples, like my penis,

were already erect—the young girl had gotten into character so quickly. This gamble, which had cost me my life,

seemed to have finally come to an end. A weight was lifted from my shoulders, and in my relief, I suddenly felt the need to

release my pent-up emotions. My caresses became more enthusiastic, and my kisses more passionate.

The cramped space severely limited my actions. If I moved even slightly too much, my arm or something would hit

the partition with a thud, forcing me to stop abruptly and wait until I was sure no one was reacting before continuing.

But this quasi-illicit affair was incredibly exciting. Someone was lying below, someone was next to me opposite, and someone

above might be watching. There was also the possibility of eavesdroppers on the other side. To engage in sexual activity in such a harsh environment

was undoubtedly a first for Yang Wenhe, and the thrill, as a woman with sexual experience,

should be easy to understand.

Yang Wenhe's face was already flushed, and her body was trembling slightly. Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just

the temptation of her breasts, so my left hand slid down her smooth skin, like the Z-series train we were on,

heading straight to the station. The two doors were already open, seemingly ready to receive us. The damp, sticky

place was the perfect environment for growing mushrooms; my mushroom glans had clearly found the right spot.

I brought the environmental specimen I had collected with my left hand to my nose and sniffed it. A faint fishy smell mixed with a hint of fragrance—

a truly refreshing scent. Yang Wenhe's nose must have caught her own scent too; she hugged me even tighter.

It was time to go deeper. I gently turned her body, and she obediently cooperated, moving to

my lower body, so I was now on top of her.

With a formidable enemy at hand, the most important thing is to remain calm, otherwise it's easy to surrender. I told myself this, so I

forced myself to remain calm and gently removed my pajama bottoms, and the same went for hers. Her

pajamas were already undone, and now our two naked bodies were finally in unobstructed contact.

Yang Wenhe cooperated by spreading her legs, and I knelt between them. My previous composure had turned into

impatience and panic; I couldn't pretend anymore. I eagerly grabbed my penis and poked around wildly until I finally found

the right spot and thrust it in. Yang Wenhe let out a soft moan, perhaps because this kind of penetration had been a long time

coming for .

Without a condom, this pure friction was truly exhilarating. Every detail of the thrusting was

clearly felt, and the amplified pleasure made me want to thrust faster, deeper, and make the pleasure

even greater and stronger. Could this be where the Olympic motto came from?

The cramped space was already filled with the scent of spring. Yang Wenhe's breathing became heavy, and the hands that had been touching my body

began grip tightly. I looked at the contours of her beautiful face, and with

my arms freed from supporting my upper body, I vigorously kneaded her breasts. This once cold beauty was now beneath me, receiving pleasure. The pleasure

from was now enhanced by a sense of conquest, a pleasure I couldn't resist, a feeling that I was about to explode.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to slow down or go straight for it, when Yang Wenhe whispered in my

ear , "Faster, don't stop."

There was no need to restrain myself anymore, and I began to ride freely. Yang Wenhe's vagina was even warmer.

Fortunately, she had secreted a lot of vaginal fluid, otherwise we would have definitely started a fire.

It seemed that someone on the next bed was turning over, but I didn't care. In this small field of the middle bunk on the train,

my manhood was in this small field of Yang Wenhe's vagina, and we were both working hard together, creating new

sensations .

Yang Wenhe's body began to tremble again, and her vagina started to contract. Her already tight vagina

gripped my penis even tighter, the friction intensifying. This pleasure was overwhelming; I ejaculated wildly, the

intense pleasure surging through my scalp, the dim surroundings suddenly brightening. I

let out a long breath, suddenly feeling utterly weak.

Yang Wenhe's body was also limp; lying on top of her felt like lying on a pile of cotton,

a blissful exhaustion and comfort. How wonderful it would be to fall asleep in each other's arms! But what if we overslept and someone

saw us in the morning? That would be incredibly embarrassing. Thinking of this, I kissed her again, whispering in her ear for a while,

enjoying her gentle tenderness. Finally, I mustered my strength, cleaned up the mess, and climbed back into my own bed.

My first business trip was destined to be unforgettable. I gambled my life on a beautiful woman. But

even now, when I caress Yang Wenhe's legs and fantasize, or when I hold Yang Wenhe and prepare to fall

asleep, I feel a sense of lingering fear: if she hadn't shouted back then,

where would I be now?

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