My relationship with Sister Che

My Relationship with Sister Che

In 2000, my first year of work, I worked for a public institution where things

weren't too hectic .

My department had four people in one office: three men and one woman. The three men were all in their

forties , the honest and hardworking type, who would go grocery shopping or pick up their kids after work. The woman was under

30, surnamed Che—a rare surname. She was average-looking but had a great figure. I never imagined we'd have such a complicated relationship that lasted

several months .

I'm a very outgoing and active person at work, and I become familiar with people in less than two days.

I called the older guys in the office "Uncle" all day long, but chatting with them was quite

boring, since we weren't from the same generation and our ideas differed. The woman, however, always listened attentively whenever I was talking attentively in

the office . Sometimes she wanted to join in, but she seemed

shy because she was married, so I generally didn't talk to her much.

Her husband works in the audit department of our company. They have a four-year-old daughter. Her father-in-law was

the former executive deputy director of our company, but he's retired now. I heard he retired because of some issues; otherwise, he would have been

the head of our company long ago.

There's always a lot of gossip in government agencies, and it wasn't long before I heard about her situation. Her parents

and her current in-laws were friends from the time they were sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution. They were betrothed as children, grew up

together , went to school together, and worked together. Her husband's job was arranged by his powerful family, so they

naturally got married. Unexpectedly, two years after their marriage, she gave birth to a girl. Although her husband's family is a cadre family,

they still didn't treat her well when their hopes for a grandson were dashed. During her postpartum period,

her own ; her in-laws barely visited.

Her husband is the obedient type, caught between his parents and his wife, and they

argued . After the baby was discharged from the hospital, her parents took care of her. She rarely went to her in-laws' house after work, going directly to her own parents' house

to see the child.

We truly got to know each other at the company's year-end dinner. During the meal, everyone from our department was at the same

table, and as usual, everyone was drinking. One person would come over to offer a toast, and the next one would come over. The older guys were all

seasoned veterans , and they ganged up on us, trying to get us both drunk. I'm usually a pretty good drinker, mainly thanks to my dad. He's

a former soldier and can drink two jin (1 kg) of liquor. He drinks a lot at home, and I've always eaten with chopsticks that had been in contact with alcohol. My dad always said, "

What's the point of a man if he doesn't drink or smoke?" After starting university, my alcohol tolerance grew

rapidly ; I could easily drink a jin and a half.

That day, after dinner, we drank quite a bit. Afterward, as usual, we went to karaoke. Before 11 pm, many people had gone home

, leaving just the two of us. Under the influence of alcohol, we sang the same songs we liked, talked about

the same things, and gradually grew closer. We reminisced about the good old days and fun times in university. I would occasionally throw in

a joke, making her laugh heartily. We played until 2 AM before remembering it was time to go home. I took a taxi

to her parents' building before heading home. As soon as I entered my apartment, I received a text from her: "I

had a great day , thank you. I hope there will be a next time." Seeing the word "next time," my heart skipped a beat; I felt

a pang of longing for her.

The next day at work, I smiled at her when I saw her. She blushed when she saw me smile and quickly

sat down at her desk. Seeing her like that made my heart flutter. From then on, we went to

karaoke , or exchanged text messages. An indescribable feeling spread between us.

We seemed quite destined for each other. During the Chinese New Year holiday, our workplace assigned us to work the fourth

day . I was thrilled to hear this decision; I felt like my chance might have finally come. At ten o'clock in the morning, she finally arrived. As soon as she entered

the office, she took off her coat. She was wearing a yellow sweater and jeans that

clung tightly to her body, outlining her beautiful curves—a pert bottom, a slender waist, and straight legs. The sight of her made my lower body hard;

my little brother immediately became erect.

I had come prepared. I opened the red wine I had brought, and we started chatting and drinking. Undeniably,

the alcohol had an effect; as we drank, the way we looked at each other changed. While she got up to go to the restroom

, I impulsively hugged her, keeping my lower body quite far away, afraid she would discover my secret. I whispered in her ear

, kissed her fair neck, and gently breathed into her ear. She sensed the change in my body and

struggled gently.

"Hua Zi, don't do this."

"I just want to hug you, Sister Che. You're so beautiful, it won't listen to me."

As I said this, I pressed my penis against hers. "You bad boy," she scolded, turning around. "Hug me if you want, but don't

think about anything naughty." I smiled wryly and hugged her. "You stimulated it again when you turned around." When she turned around,

her full buttocks rubbed against my penis, and I really wanted to rape her.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Serves you right for not thinking about anything good!" I smiled wryly.

"Help me."

"How can I help you?"

I impulsively hugged her and pushed her down onto the office sofa, my erect penis pressing between her legs

. I kissed her frantically, my hands not idle either. My left hand caressed her breasts, while my right hand slid down her thighs to

the beautiful buttocks I had longed for, kneading her firm buttocks.

"We can't do this, I have a husband," she said softly, panting.

I didn't care about anything else and started pulling down her pants. To my surprise, she cooperated by lifting her buttocks, finally revealing her fair,

tender bottom. Her black panties were semi-transparent, tightly hugging her hips, making

my penis rock hard. I pulled them down, spread her legs, and her vulva was beautiful, pink, and already wet,

probably from the earlier stimulation. I was so excited I was trembling all over. I gently touched it with my hand;

it was already overflowing with moisture. I inserted my fingers and flicked them back and forth a few times, making it even wetter.

I couldn't resist bringing my mouth close, kissing her passionately, my tongue teasing her. She trembled all over;

she probably hadn't had this in a long time, and I could feel her intense desire. She suddenly lowered her head and whispered:

"Hurry up." I couldn't wait any longer, so I stripped off my clothes, pressed myself heavily against her, spread her legs,

and thrust inside her.

She let out a soft "humph," immediately realizing we were in the office, so she tightly shut her mouth, refusing

to let me kiss her, afraid of making a sound. I was so excited at the time that I didn't know any techniques, I just kept thrusting and

thrusting. It was so exciting, the more I thrust, the harder I thrust, and she desperately raised her buttocks to meet my

penis as it pounded against her, her mouth tightly shut. (Actually, it was the only two of us on duty during the New Year holiday, so no one else would

come.) I thrust quickly, going all the way in each time, my body slamming against her buttocks, making a lewd slapping sound.

After a while, I stood up and had her legs together, straddling her buttocks. This made her lower body

tighter , and I thrust wildly. Slowly, she couldn't hold on any longer, and her buttocks slumped down with each thrust.

At first, she managed to keep her buttocks up, but later she lay completely face down on the sofa, legs together, a

dark . Although I couldn't penetrate very deeply, it was very stimulating. Several times, I almost couldn't hold back,

so I stopped and lay on top of her, my penis still inside her.

"Sister Che, I can't hold back anymore."

"Then come out."

"Are you satisfied?"

"Yes, come out."

I thrust wildly again, accompanied by her soft moans, and ejaculated my hot semen into her body. Afterwards ,

we collapsed on the sofa...

After this, our relationship naturally became clear. Under the premise of taking all necessary precautions (after all, she was

married), we often went out at night, or took advantage of overtime work. The office floor,

the desk , hotels, and guesthouses all bore the marks of our lovemaking.

I didn't want to break up her family, and she knew we couldn't be together, so we never brought

it Unfortunately, her husband was promoted to deputy bureau chief in another city, and our relationship, which had only lasted six months

, ended with her departure. Before she left, she sent me a text message: "If there's an afterlife, I'll definitely wait for you."

Now we only chat on QQ, and we never ask each other how we're doing.

Occasionally, when I think back to those six months of passion, my heart still can't find peace.

[The End]

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