Sexy and alluring Mei Danying

Chapter 1 First Kiss Mei Danying

1. Foreword

I am the third child in my family, with two older brothers. I shouldn't have been born, but my father always wanted a daughter, so he secretly had another child, which turned out to be a son. My two older brothers were excellent students and quite famous in our village. They both went to the United States and achieved great success.

I was not as good as my two brothers. After graduating from university, I worked in a pharmaceutical factory. Starting in 1998, the country introduced many preferential policies to encourage overseas students to return to China to start businesses. My second brother returned to China and founded an integrated circuit design company, and I quit my job at the pharmaceutical factory to help him. In the following 10 years, a series of complex and tortuous events occurred. Although the company performed well and developed rapidly, our family's position in the company changed from the first boss to the second boss. The first boss was a commercial group with government backing in the province. Fortunately, the management team was retained. The personnel changes were only that the head of the major shareholder also served as chairman and appointed a financial director. My second brother was still the general manager, and I remained the executive vice president.

The duality of things was fully demonstrated in our company. Although we lost controlling stake, the company's development could only be described as unstoppable. After restructuring, the company's performance continuously set new records and successfully went public in 2008. But that's another story, so I won't go into details.

My acquaintance with Mei Danying was before the restructuring. At that time, our company had already gained some reputation. Once, when we were recruiting an assistant for the planning department, she came to apply. It was just a formality; she pretended not to know anyone, her purpose being to put on a show for the company's employees. Mei Danying's husband was my older brother's high school classmate and ran a large pharmaceutical business. After being laid off from her state-owned enterprise job, Mei Danying could have easily stayed home and enjoyed a comfortable life, but she insisted on coming back. Her husband asked my older brother to help her find any position in the company, salary didn't matter, as long as there was work to do. Coincidentally, I was setting up the planning department at the time and needed an assistant—basically, someone to do odd jobs and run errands—so she came.

The first time I saw Mei Danying, I was immediately struck by her. She was about 165cm tall, with an oval face and a slightly plump figure. Her permed curls hung down on both sides, and she wore glasses. You wouldn't guess she was just a high school graduate; someone unaware of her background would mistake her for a university professor. She possessed an exceptionally intellectual beauty.

Perhaps because we knew each other well, after a few rounds of conversation, Mei Danying revealed her true self, no longer the unapproachable distance I had felt at first glance. She was a talkative woman with a bright smile.

She was seven years older than me. I told her I would call her Sister Mei when no one was around, but in public, I would call her by her name, hoping she wouldn't mind, as there were necessary office etiquette rules. She said she understood.

About 20 minutes later, she was leaving, and I saw her to the office door. Walking behind her, looking at her white neck and listening to the clatter of her leather shoes on the floor, I found myself having an indescribable feeling towards her. It was like suddenly hearing a beloved old song, a vague sense of intimacy and joy.

2. Delivering Socks

I also served as the planning department manager; the department was essentially just Mei Danying and me. Our main work had nothing to do with planning; it was simply applying for government funding and sponsorships for projects. Thanks to the major shareholder's connections, the work went relatively smoothly. Externally, this involved reporting to superiors, meeting with clerks, attending dinners, drinking tea, and giving gifts. Internally, it involved coordinating and organizing technical personnel to write application materials. I found that Mei Danning was far more capable of these tasks than I was. On one hand, although she was 40, she was well-maintained, eloquent, and had a good tolerance for alcohol; I never saw her drunk. A year later, she was promoted to planning department manager, and a young woman was hired as her assistant, while I remained in charge of the department.

During that year, I spent a lot of time with Mei Danning, and it would be a lie to say I wasn't attracted to her. The longer I spent time with her, the more attractive she became. Sometimes when I'm having sex with my wife, I fantasize about having sex with Mei Danying, mentally shouting, "Mei Danying, Mei Danying, I love you, I want to fuck you!"

This doesn't mean I don't love my wife. There's a line from a Hong Kong movie that I admire—"I'm real to every woman." In Chinese society, no matter what, family, or rather, wife, is more important. Other women are best avoided; fantasizing is fine. Therefore, although I've fantasized countless times about Mei Danying's allure, in real life, I've never done anything out of line. My relationship with Mei Danying progressed entirely because of a pair of stockings—black, sheer, glass-silk stockings, the kind that's transparent and has a delicate feel.

I have a fetish; I'm obsessed with women's stockings, high heels, and lace panties. I stole my neighbor's pink panties a long time ago. The pink panties, smelling of freshly washed soap and evoking fantasies about women, have given me countless moments of release. I carefully preserve these stolen sexy beauties, sealing them away in a storage box in the garage. This is my deepest secret, one I'll never tell anyone.

Because of this, I've bought my wife quite a few pairs of stockings after we got married. Once, I bought some more stockings from Taobao, and they arrived. I was counting them in my office when, for some reason, I called Mei Danying and gave her a few pairs. I told her they were a gift from a friend at the stocking factory, and I wanted to share some with her. She declined a bit, but then accepted them and left.

Afterwards, the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt, and I felt a pang of regret. Stockings are considered a woman's most intimate friend, and logically, they shouldn't be given to her by another man. Looking back, I really don't know what got into me, doing something so foolish. Despite my regret, I composed myself and started working, trying to shake off this troubling distraction.

But it was no use. One thought after another jumped into my mind: "Will she find out I'm interested in her?"

"Will she tell her husband?" "

Will she tell my wife about this?" "

Is this considered sexual harassment?" "

Will she wear it? Will her legs look even more beautiful if she wears it? Will it accentuate the fullness of her calves?"

"If she wears it, does it mean she might accept me?"... Such random thoughts raced

through my mind. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. I locked the door, took out the stockings I had stolen from Mei Danying's office last time, and started masturbating in front of Mei Danying's picture on the computer. I imagined my penis being surrounded by Mei Danying's beautiful feet, Mei Danying's jade feet in stockings caressing my penis... In my fantasy, I held my penis and rubbed it back and forth quickly, my mind completely immersed in the fantasy of Mei Danying, not caring at all that my penis was being rubbed raw and red by the stockings.

Soon, my semen was once again stained Mei Danying's thin stockings. The exhaustion after ejaculation relaxed me. As my mind gradually cleared, I came to a conclusion: the stupid thing I had just done was definitely the result of being blinded by lust and fantasizing about how amazing Mei Danying was. I mustn't let myself become like Jia Rui in "Dream of the Red Chamber," dying from exhaustion for a fictitious Wang Xifeng—that's just too much of a deal.

3. First Kiss with High-Heeled Boots

(This happened before I gave her the stockings. This is because this is how I first wrote my private account

, and I didn't want to change it after it was finished, so it continues to this day. I'm clarifying this here. Company policy allows each supervisor to keep a key to their subordinate's office for disciplinary checks. Mei Danying had a separate office and wasn't originally included in this rule, but I obtained one from the logistics department under this pretext. This idea came entirely from online novels. Ever since I read about characters in erotic novels stealing various stockings, high heels, underwear, and other incredibly exciting items from the female protagonist's office, I immediately thought I had a unique advantage.

However, writing about it is easy, but actually doing it is quite tedious. Every time I entered Mei Danying's office full of hope and excitement, I always returned disappointed. Occasionally, I would find unopened stockings but dare not take them. She did have a spare shirt, with the distinctive scent of Dior, but unfortunately, I couldn't take it. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, winter turned to spring, and the ripped stockings described in the novel still hadn't appeared. Just when I was almost about to give up, my first intimate encounter with Mei Danying arrived.)

Before that day, I hadn't checked Mei Danying's room for several days. That day, I got off work late, and since I was already late, I figured I might as well try my luck. Mei Danying's office was always like this; the moment I entered, I felt a gentle aura, filled with the scent of a mature woman, making me feel inexplicably comfortable and relaxed, as if I were nestled in my mother's arms. Scientists say that a woman's body can release an enzyme that calms men; could it really be true?

I locked the door, and through the partition under Mei Danying's desk, I noticed something unusual. From this angle, I could only see half a heel, but Mei Danying's high-heeled ankle boots were so familiar to me, so alluring. Even though it was just a glimpse, I was certain it was Mei Danying's pair of captivating high-heeled ankle boots.

Over the past few weeks, I had seen Mei Danying walk past me countless times wearing those boots, the heels clicking in the hallway, each click seeming to strike my heart, plucking at my taut nerves. Standing at 165cm, with long, flowing, light blonde hair styled in a perm, wearing a well-fitting dark red short wool coat, trousers, and ankle boots, 42-year-old Mei Danying completely outshone the group of 20-something girls in our company. She wasn't some middle-aged woman; she was a newly blossoming rose. No need for defilement; just being near her, smelling her fragrance, was enough to intoxicate me.

My eyes were glued to her, not missing a single movement—the sway of her body, the outstretched legs. Mei Danying's silhouette filled my mind with fantasies. Mei Danying, you truly love me. I love your figure, your hair, your beautiful legs, your delicate feet, your high heels, everything about you. If heaven could grant me a chance to make you fall intoxicated before me, I would suckle your entire body, from head to toe, front to back, including the most secret and wanton places. Wherever my tongue and lips could reach, I would kiss and suckle to my heart's content. Even your underwear, stockings, and high heels, I won't let them go. I'll hold them in my mouth, savoring the scent and taste you left on them. You've become the goddess of my dreams.

Gazing at Mei Danying's back, it's as if another twisted mind inside me is saying things I can't believe, things bordering on the abnormal. Is this still me? What you can't have is always the best, especially a beautiful body that evokes so many beautiful memories. In my fantasies, so many perverse things have happened, only to be repeated in reality.

Now, my dream has come true. I can finally touch the high heels that support Mei Danying's beautiful feet up close, without worry or restraint. I picked up Mei Danying's high-heeled ankle boots and casually put them in a plastic bag. Back in my office, I locked the door and impatiently took my goddess Mei Danying in my arms. At that moment, Mei Danying's high heels were her embodiment. My beloved Mei Danying, my Mei Danying, I finally hold you in my hands. I gently kissed the heel of her ankle boot, leaving a lip print on its sexy, dark surface, clearly visible against the surrounding gray. My heart trembled, my face flushed with excitement. Mei Danying's high heels, encasing her jade-like, delicate feet, exuded a scent of leather and subtle fragrance. I couldn't help but lean closer to the shoe, inhaling deeply and repeatedly, hoping to inhale the exquisite aroma emanating from her jade-like heels, filling every corner of my possessive body.

This scent was unforgettable, sweet and gentle, a milky fragrance with a hint of blueberry. I guessed that Mei Danying must have used lotion to care for her body, skin, and feet after her bath. This familiar, alluring fragrance was the scent Mei Danying usually left when she was close. Lost in reverie, I imagined Mei Danying applying lotion to her beautiful feet after her bath, her slender, rose-red nail polished as she caressed them. Led by the mesmerizing allure of Mei Danying's high heels, I was completely immersed in the scene, admiring her seductive posture, her fair skin, and the sensual curves that exuded a luscious, alluring charm. Each wave, each glance, each glare seemed to radiate pride in her rosy, translucent skin and her full, smooth body, yet also a lament for her unloved brilliance fading with age. Her snow-white toes were painted a pale pink, like fingernails. I was mesmerized. She looked up, seemingly noticing my presence, her voluptuous body swaying as she smiled and waved. Without hesitation, I walked towards her, embracing her displayed beauty and allure.

After a few minutes of this reverie, I finally snapped out of my reverie. I wanted to capture the image of Mei Danying's sexy high heels. I took out my camera and struck various poses with her boots, snapping photos incessantly. Even while taking pictures, I didn't forget to occasionally lean in and kiss her boots. Mei Danying's high-heeled ankle boots left behind various charming and delicate poses in my camera: overlapping, hanging, close-ups of the heels, close-ups of the toes, side shots, and shots of the lining. When I ran out of ideas and couldn't think of anything else, I still wasn't satisfied, so I turned on the video function and filmed Mei Danying's high-heeled boots from all angles, accompanied by soft murmurs, "Mei Danying, I love you, love you, love your high heels, now you are mine, your high heels, your whole body is mine."

Finally, the camera battery was drained, and I kissed Mei Danying's high-heeled ankle boots all over. Human imagination is truly a wondrous thing. I'm usually quite a clean person, but now I didn't feel anything wrong with kissing and sucking Mei Danying's high heels, which were worn and stained by water every day. Not only did I not feel anything wrong, but I also felt a strong sense of pleasure, a surge throughout my body. As my mind wandered, it felt as if I were holding Mei Danying's beautiful toes in my mouth, unwilling to let go; kissing the shoe's surface, it felt as if I were truly kissing Mei Danying's plump instep, that fullness and smoothness making me intoxicated. When I stretched my tongue out and slid it up the inside of the shoe, it felt as if I were tasting Mei Danying's nectar. Mei Danying, it seems I am truly captivated by you. The feeling I usually only have for my wife's high heels is now being experienced on your high-heeled ankle boots in the same way, even surpassing it.

Playing with them, caressing them, taking pictures, kissing them… after going through all sorts of passionate processes, I felt my desire was on the verge of collapse. I took out my wife's stockings, which I usually use for masturbation, and carefully put two on my penis. Because of its prolonged swelling, my penis was red and somewhat black. When the stockings were on my penis, the smooth and silky feeling almost immediately caused my desire to collapse. I could only stop, take a deep breath, and wait for my mind to calm down a little before continuing. I must dedicate this burning passion to Mei Danying's high-heeled ankle boots, to become her virgin. Pure white flowers bloom inside her boots, forever bearing my mark.

I place my stockinged penis against the inside of Mei Danying's boot, then hold it tightly. Because it's a boot, not a shoe, I can't insert my entire penis like I usually do with my wife's shoes. Forcing it in might damage the boot's surface, leaving unnatural horizontal lines, which I don't want.

I grip the boot's upper tightly, rubbing it back and forth, while my left hand picks up the other boot, pressing the opening to my face, inhaling the sensual scent emanating from Mei Danying's beautiful feet and high heels. The intensely wonderful feeling, this stimulating sensuality, is irresistible. After only a few rounds, I succumb. As my penis continued to ejaculate and spasm, it felt as if I was thrusting into Mei Danying. What enveloped my penis wasn't the top of her high-heeled boots, but Mei Danying's sexy, alluring vulva. The warm, soft flesh rubbed against me, and the milky scent of blueberries enveloped me. I was lost in boundless ecstasy.

After a long period of ecstasy, I began to clean up the mess. I didn't do it a second time like in novels, because it's easy for a man to ejaculate the first time, but harder the second. First, the refractory period is quite long; second, once aroused, it can last quite a while, even to the point of being unable to ejaculate—at least that's how it was for me, I don't know about others.

I carefully wiped the remaining semen from inside Mei Danying's high-heeled boots. Most of the semen remained on my wife's stockings, a small portion pushed over by the powerful ejaculation and splashed into the shoe. After wiping it clean, I smelled it. The semen smell was very faint; I guessed that after evaporating overnight, it was probably undetectable.

The only flaw was that the high-heeled boots, after my kisses, were much cleaner than before and couldn't be restored to their original state. I could only gamble that Mei Danying wasn't such a sensitive woman and leave it to fate.

Putting Mei Danying's high-heeled boots back in their place, after another bittersweet farewell, I won't go into details. Afterwards, I stayed up late at work to prevent my wife from demanding love when I got home. Sensitive women can easily tell from my performance in bed whether I've had a breakdown outside, especially since my vigorous second time repeatedly made her beg for mercy.

From that moment on, I fell deeply in love with Mei Danying's body, captivated by her mature, voluptuous, delicate, and beautiful flesh. A strong desire to possess her grew within me, was suppressed, then grew again, and suppressed again, each surge of longing and fervor ultimately transforming into intense spasms. Through persistent "theft," I finally acquired a pair of Mei Danying's discarded ankle stockings and a pair of mid-calf stockings.

Obtaining the stockings was nothing special, the plot clichéd, but the stimulation was more intense than with the high-heeled boots, especially seeing the dark gray color worn from the black high heels on the bottom and sides of the stockings, which heightened my excitement even further. This meant that the stockings had been worn by Mei Danying many times, absorbing more of her scent, and undoubtedly carrying more of the skin flakes and cells of her beautiful feet. I didn't ejaculate on her; I used my wife's stockings instead. I wanted to savor Mei Danying's stockings in a completely different way. I held them in my mouth and thoroughly enjoyed them, including chewing them. The delicious feeling was like eating the first slice of premium lamb from the spicy broth of a Little Sheep hot pot—fresh, pleasurable, and a wave of happiness surged from my mouth to my brain. At that moment, I thought there was nothing more delicious in the world.

However, after all that, the taste of Mei Danying's stockings quickly faded. Later, I used them for masturbation until I was completely erect, then kept them as a keepsake.

The process of acquiring the mid-calf stockings was rather convoluted. It happened during a business trip to Beijing to apply for a project. Because I had a meeting the next day, I finished my presentation in the morning and took an evening flight back to my workplace. In the afternoon, I checked out of my room and waited outside her door. Her door was open, and I saw her throw something into the trash can. At first, I didn't realize what it was, but then I remembered it was probably stockings—definitely stockings she had discarded. However, she was inside, and I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I was incredibly excited, feeling beads of sweat forming on my back. I racked my brains, trying to figure out how to get Mei Danying's alluring stockings. It was like being on the college entrance exam, with only a few minutes left and one crucial question unanswered. The tension and excitement were palpable. Luckily, my strong mental fortitude kicked in, and I came up with a brilliant plan.

As we left, I took her room key, saying I'd check out together and get the receipt together. She didn't suspect anything and let me take her key. In the elevator, I pretended I'd forgotten my razor in the bathroom and had to go upstairs to get it. I had her drag my suitcase while I carried my small bag back to her room. Thankfully, the room check hadn't arrived yet. I went to the trash can and, sure enough, there lay a pair of ranted mid-calf stockings, next to the packaging of a pair of Langsha stockings. It seemed Mei Danying was wearing those Langsha stockings. I stuffed the stockings and the Langsha packaging into the side pocket of my small bag, overjoyed. The stockings, freshly taken off, were thin and smooth, soft and yielding in my hands, sparking endless fantasies.

Down in the lobby, I found Mei Danying sitting on a bench. I gave her an OK sign and began checking out. That's how I got the mid-calf stockings. That day, I returned to the company and discovered that the mid-calf stockings were likely also a Langsha product; it seemed my Mei Danying was a loyal Langsha fan.

Actually, before seeing Mei Danying wearing mid-calf stockings, I didn't have any particular impression of them. I felt it was strange for women to wear mid-calf stockings, especially the kind of outfit with a large gap between the stockings and the skirt, like a lower-class woman trying to appear sophisticated. As for mid-calf stockings hidden under a long skirt, I'd never seen them, nor had I seen any voyeuristic photos; perhaps it was the same as wearing stockings in the long skirt.

When Mei Danying wore mid-calf stockings for the first time, I dropped my prejudices. Her choice made me abandon my prejudices and examine mid-calf stockings more rationally. I was astonished, as if discovering a new continent. Mei Danying's fair skin, soft and tight mid-calf stockings, and form-fitting skirt made her look sometimes like a lively seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and sometimes like an elegant young woman. It was an indescribable feeling; the mid-calf stockings completely transformed her, making her a new lover. The occasional glimpses of skin exposed when her skirt swayed made my heart flutter and my imagination run wild. Even though she was only wearing a pair of simple mid-heeled shoes, I felt that this elegant combination made Mei Danying's legs even more charming and alluring. I imagined how stunning she would look in high heels.

Moreover, I found that Mei Danying's calves were best accentuated by the sheer mid-calf stockings, which brought out their graceful curves and captivating charm. No other combination could bring out this allure. From then on, my view on mid-calf stockings completely changed, and I even bought some for my wife. Unfortunately, my wife doesn't wear them often, so I can only appreciate the unique charm of these mid-calf stockings from Mei Danying. Today, these original mid-calf stockings from Mei Danying, now a precious keepsake, further demonstrate that Mei Danying will always be a unique beauty in my heart.

Chapter 2: A Dream Come True

Having worked with Danying for over two years, experiencing many joys and sorrows together, our cooperation has become increasingly tacit. This time, for the Ministry of Science and Technology's Innovation Fund defense in Beijing, it was still me and Danying. Calling it a defense was a bit of a publicity stunt; the first thing we did after getting off the plane was to treat a close deputy director to dinner and give him some "local products" back home. If you want to develop better than others, you need to build relationships while doing your work. This time, our project was "sold" several times, packaged three times, and simultaneously applied to the Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Information Industry, and the Ministry of Science and Technology. I was worried about overlapping review experts, so I specifically asked this deputy director to pay close attention and give them some consideration in the expert arrangements.

After returning to the hotel after the defense, I was initially in a relaxed mood, but unexpectedly, I received a phone call that suddenly made me feel somewhat depressed. The company is currently building a new factory near a village, and the villagers are frequently causing trouble. Despite repeated attempts at mediation, an agreement has never been reached. Just now, the site manager called again, asking if we could agree to their conditions, otherwise this situation couldn't continue and would significantly impact the project's progress. The situation in China has both advantages and disadvantages! What a hassle!

For dinner, Danying and I chose a Northeastern Chinese restaurant across from the hotel. Their braised mutton was quite good. Normally, in April, it's considered taboo to eat mutton in our area, but I couldn't resist the delicious temptation and went in anyway. We didn't go into a private room, but sat in the main hall against the wall, with Danying sitting opposite me. Today, she was wearing a gray-black pointed-collar mid-length trench coat, a wide patent leather belt cinching her waist, and black straight-leg trousers with dark stripes, covering most of her high heels. Only the shallow soles and slightly exposed heels were visible as she walked—a standard white-collar outfit.

The main hall was air-conditioned, and after a while, it got a bit hot. Danying took off her trench coat and draped it over the back of her chair, revealing a purple and gray striped knit sweater underneath. The knitted sweater clung tightly to her chest, creating two noticeable bulges. Although I'd faced Danying, tightly wrapped in purple, several times in the past two days, I still couldn't remain indifferent. The ancients said, "He who hears the sound of a falling hairpin through the curtain and remains unmoved is either foolish or wise; I am fortunate to be neither foolish nor wise." I felt no luck at all, only embarrassment. Every time I sat alone with Mei Danying, I felt as awkward as a new son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law. Speaking without looking at her was impolite and seemed out of place; if I looked at her, my gaze always wandered, lacking naturalness.

After ordering, Mei Danying went to the restroom. I swirled my water glass, watching the barley tea swirl within, my mind drifting between thoughts of my thesis defense, the construction site, and then Danying's beautiful image—a jumbled mess of thoughts.

Sometimes, I really wanted to get drunk, then, emboldened by the alcohol, run to Danying and say, "Danying, I like you," then give her a bear hug and end it all. But if that really happened, I'd probably become the biggest gossip story in the local evening paper the next day—"Executive of the city's largest high-tech company harasses a female employee"—and my family's reputation would be ruined. This is different from pursuing a wife. Pursuing a wife can and should be done openly and aggressively; it's the best strategy. I have absolutely no experience with this, and there's no precedent to follow. This bitter unrequited love can only be kept deep in my heart, to be savored alone.

"What are you daydreaming about? Still thinking about your thesis defense?"

Mei Danying came back and saw me staring at my tea, assuming I was still thinking about the project application. She sat down, moved the cup and saucer aside, rested her elbows on the table, interlaced her fingers, and looked at me.

"Nothing, just daydreaming for a bit."

I looked up. "Yesterday you said your daughter is going to take the college entrance exam. Which university does she plan to apply to?"

"Not yet. We'd like her to study at a local university, but she's interested in going to Shanghai."

“Shanghai is a good place, it’s very close. I have a female classmate at Fudan University. If you apply to Fudan as your first choice, I can ask her to look after you.”

“I don’t know yet. We’ll see.”…

Mei Danying has a daughter. I’ve met her once. She’s quite ordinary-looking, except for her face shape, she looks just like her father. What a pity. If she looked like Danying, she would definitely be a beauty. It’s a pity that Mei Danying has no idea how intensely the man sitting across from her desires her, how much he longs to have passionate nights with her, and how many filthy and dirty thoughts flow beneath his seemingly serious exterior.

We chatted and ate casually. After eating, we went back to our rooms separately. I leaned against the bed and watched half a movie. During the commercial break, I was suddenly attracted by Liu Ruoying’s charm in the ad. Her long silk dress stopped at her ankles, and her fair, jade-like feet wore a pair of strappy, milky-white high-heeled sandals. The advertising slogan, delivered with a slight Taiwanese accent, sounded like celestial music. My desire surged instantly. Remembering Danying's full breasts and mature womanly aura from earlier that day, my penis involuntarily swelled, and my lower abdomen felt burning hot, like a wildfire. Warmth breeds lust, especially when you're alone far from home, unable to have the beauty you secretly admire—it's cruel for a grown man like me.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me: there was a dance hall on the hotel rooftop. If I invited Danying and she agreed, it meant there was some hope; otherwise, I'd give up and indulge in my fantasies. I'd already given her stockings, so one more dance invitation wouldn't make a difference. Even if she rejected me, as long as I didn't show it, she wouldn't have any leverage.

Having made up my mind, I found myself much calmer. I picked up the phone and dialed the internal line. Soon, the call connected, and Danying's voice came through the receiver. "Hello!"

"It's me. Feeling pretty annoyed, want to come up to the rooftop and dance to relax?"

I tried to make the invitation as calm and collected as possible.

"..."

Dan Ying remained silent for a long time. I watched the second hand tick on the phone screen, my heart pounding in my chest. Those 50 seconds felt like an eternity.

"I've already showered and don't want to go upstairs. If you have something bothering you, why don't you come over and chat with me?"

When Dan Ying said the first part, my heart sank, but half a second later, hearing the second part, it felt like my heart was being tossed up by something, incredibly exciting. This feeling was like riding a roller coaster, the ups and downs were too great.

"Oh..."

I don't remember what I said after that. At that moment, my mind was filled with Mei Dan Ying's attitude, carefully repeating every word she had just said, hoping to get the conclusion I wanted. Yes, actually, I was just finding a reason for myself to be crazy, and I had no way out. This was a test. Once I entered Dan Ying's room, my inner self would be completely exposed to her gaze, and there might never be another chance to escape.

Waves of desire crashed against my moral defenses. I never imagined that the opening move would be a decisive battle, no negotiation, no probing attacks, a single decisive blow. Was I ready? If I really take this step, will my wife find out? When I walk into Danying's room, if Danying greets me with a teacup, fully dressed, how will I know?

However, from the first time I secretly played with Mei Danying's high heels, I was destined to be unable to resist Danying's charm. This mature, elegant, sexy, and alluring charm completely conquered me. I will not back down, I will not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if there are consequences, I will wait until they occur.

I didn't change my shoes, shuffling in my slippers, and knocked on Danying's door.

"Come in."

Danying was fully dressed, not at all like she had just taken a shower. After opening the door for me, she turned and went into the bedroom, leaning against the bed, the TV playing songs and dances, quite lively.

I closed the door and went into the room. Passing by the bathroom, I smelled the fragrance of shower gel, a refreshing and pleasant scent. "Changed your shower gel?"

I asked.

"You know the brand I used to use?"

Danying shifted her gaze from the TV, staring at me with interest. This gaze was completely different from her usual gentle and submissive demeanor, as if she wanted to see through my eyes to my heart.

I chuckled awkwardly. "No, it's just that it smells a little different from your usual scent. I've never smelled it before."

I felt even more nervous than when I was standing on a stage to defend my thesis. My face was flushed, my lips were dry, and I felt like I was being roasted over a fire. 'Calm down, calm down, you have no way out,' I desperately told myself, trying to appear as normal as possible.

"Sit wherever you like! I've poured you a glass of water on the table."

Dan Ying walked to the bedside and sat down. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, she stuffed a pillow behind her back and leaned against the bed, one of her plump, white feet touching the carpet, the other half dangling off the edge of the bed. I once read a novel where the author, whether fictional or based on fact, said, "You can infer a woman's personality by how she chooses her bed. A woman who chooses a bed by the window, no matter how delicate and quiet she may appear, has a wild fire burning inside, waiting to be discovered by her beloved. A woman who chooses a bed by the wall, no matter how cheerful and outgoing she may seem, has a high wall around her heart; to conquer her, you need to be prepared for a long battle and will pay a heavy price."

Dan Ying is a bright and cheerful woman; I rarely see her act like a delicate, girlish girl, and she always speaks very close to me. Several times, I was sitting, and she stood beside me, explaining manuscripts to me, her breath directly on my cheek, making my heart flutter and my mind wander. So, what the author said makes some sense; at least Dan Ying likes a bed by the window. Now the question is, will that fire in her heart ignite for me?

I sat on the other bed, my eyes fixed on Danying, who was watching TV, a blush slowly spreading across her cheeks, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes twitching slightly. Finally, she turned her gaze to me, watching me stare intently at her.

Danying was beautiful; her quiet beauty was serene and intellectual, not at all like someone with only a high school education. Behind her black-rimmed glasses, her long eyebrows held a hint of foxy charm. If Danying had been born in ancient times, would she have been chosen for the imperial palace and become a concubine? A strange thought suddenly popped into my head, startling me.

"What are you looking at? First time meeting? Aren't you upset?"

Danying, seeing me staring blankly at her, seemed a little embarrassed and broke the silence with a smile. As she spoke, she moved the blanket to the foot of the bed, leaning against the headboard, but raising both legs high on the blanket. A glossy, pale red tinge on her toenails—I couldn't tell if it was the nail polish or the natural color of her nails. "My feet are tired from wearing high heels, this is to relax. You don't mind, do you?"

Danying smiled at me.

I didn't speak, but smiled back at her, my gaze gradually shifting to her delicate feet. Danying's feet, hidden away in high-heeled boots all winter, appeared incredibly white and tender. A few faint blue veins peeked out, making the insteps alluring and sexy. From my angle, her two beautiful feet resembled a pair of exquisite jade, delicate and charming.

Seeing me staring at her feet, Danying seemed a little embarrassed and asked, "What's wrong with your feet?"

"Would you like me to massage them? It'll feel really good." "If

you don't mind, then massage them."

Danying looked at my naive question and answered so innocently. Our eyes met, and in that instant, we seemed to understand each other's feelings. A slight smile tugged at the corner of my mouth—a smile Danying later described as a sinister grin—but that's another story. I stood up, not going to the foot of the bed to massage Danying's feet, but instead sitting beside her, taking one of her hands and kissing the back of it.

Perhaps because she had just applied moisturizer, Danying's hands were soft and slippery. A short scar at the base of her little finger stood out against the surrounding snow-white skin. "Was this cut?"

I asked softly.

"An old wound, many years ago."

Danying withdrew her hand, examining it carefully from front to back as if she'd never seen it before. "I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it."

Danying looked at her hands, gesturing with them as she spoke, lost in thought. I seized the opportunity to pull both her hands closer. "Don't look at them. The flaw doesn't detract from their beauty; I like them very much."

As I spoke, I looked intently into her eyes. I knew I had succeeded. Danying had never rejected me before; this was the moment I had longed for, and perhaps the day she had also longed for.

We gazed at each other again until she said, "Third brother, you're silly." I knelt on one knee on the bed and pulled Danying's head into my arms. I leaned down and buried my face in Danying's smooth, silky hair, taking deep breaths. Dan Ying's soft breath soothed me, and my whole body relaxed. I closed my eyes, savoring the scent of her hair. Then, I cupped her head in my hands, carefully examining her face. I had never been so close to Dan Ying's face before. She was far more vivid in person than in photos. Even the slight wrinkles on her brows only made her seem more alluring, not the other way around.

"Third brother..."

she said, her lips slightly distorted in my hands, her arms wrapped around my hips.

"I've never seen you this close before. I've missed you for two years."

With that, I kissed Dan Ying's luscious red lips. I kissed her fiercely, as if making up for all the regrets of the past two years. Dan Ying made a couple of soft snorts through her nose, then gripped my shirt tightly. We both collapsed onto the bed. I kissed Dan Ying's lips passionately. Her two pink lips were the object of my countless fantasies. Whenever I saw her slightly thicker lower lip in photos, I imagined that was Dan Ying's labia.

What a wonderful moment! Danying didn't resist; she hugged me tightly, her lips meeting mine, her fragrant tongue even darting out. I was surprised by Danying's initiative, yet also filled with excitement. Had Danying also been anticipating my approach? Was she a lonely woman long deprived of love? I sucked hard on Danying's tongue, sweet juices flowing continuously from her mouth into mine. In that instant, I felt like I was in heaven. After

kissing Danying's lips enough, I began kissing her cheeks, her jade-like neck, and the rest of her beautiful flesh. Then I took off Danying's coat, kneading her breasts through her purple cardigan, my lips still kissing her beautiful head. My legs were intertwined with Danying's soft, beautiful legs, tightly pressed together, the blanket nowhere to be seen.

Danying paused, helping me take off my shirt and unbuckle my belt. I quickly pulled off all my pants, then tried to pull off Danying's pants as well. Wearing long trousers over thermal underwear caused me a lot of trouble in my impatience, and in the end, Dan Ying pulled her trousers down herself. As the trousers came down to Dan Ying's ankles, I grabbed one of Dan Ying's beautiful feet, holding it tightly, savoring the smooth and alluring sensation I had been dreaming of.

Dan Ying didn't give me much time to linger; she bent over and stroked my penis. The intense stimulation made my penis tremble uncontrollably, and Dan Ying's hand seemed to have magic power, making me feel like I was in heaven. I couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan. I released Dan Ying's beautiful foot, peeled off her lace panties, and her honey pot was suddenly exposed. The edges of her labia majora were dark, and her pubic hair grew thickly in her triangle like Dan Ying's long hair.

I pushed Dan Ying's hand away from my penis, pushed her down, and buried my head in the valley of my dreams. The familiar scent was very similar to my wife's, but the thrill of the affair made me even more excited, feeling more aroused than when I usually licked my wife's beautiful vulva. I took Dan Ying's entire labia into my mouth, savoring them repeatedly. I held up Dan Ying's snow-white thighs, my shoulders pressing against them, stretching her vulva upwards as much as possible.

Dan Ying's labia were more voluptuous than my wife's, just as Dan Ying was fuller than my wife. Whether it was the thigh I held in my hands or the labia I savored in my mouth, Dan Ying's were more flavorful and more stimulating than my wife's.

"Third brother..."

Dan Ying began to protest, her snow-white buttocks twisting, making it difficult for my tongue to find its target.

"Don't call me third brother, call me husband,"

I said to Dan Ying in a commanding tone, lowering her thighs as I prepared to insert my penis.

After the previous licking and the lubrication from her vaginal secretions, Dan Ying's vulva was quite wet, some unknown fluid running down her buttocks onto the sheets. I easily penetrated Dan Ying's vulva, the warm and intoxicating sensation causing Dan Ying to moan. I noticed that Dan Ying's moans were very frequent, as if she couldn't bear the teasing. Her eyes were tightly closed, the black eyeshadow adding to her allure.

"My Danying, my beautiful jade, I'm finally with you."

Through Danying's shirt, my lower body thrust, my upper body tightly embracing her.

Danying didn't speak, only uttering sounds like "Ah. Hmm." 'My beauty, you really are quite wanton.' Danying's honeyed cave was warm and wet, my little brother inside constantly moving in and out, making soft, squelching sounds. Danying's eyes were tightly closed, her brows slightly furrowed, showing a look of pleasure. I thrust wildly, trying my best to capture the pleasure of my glans scraping against the inner walls of Danying's vagina. Years of suppressed desire quickly ignited within Danying's honeyed cave, the flames erupting endlessly, blooming freely in this rare stroke of luck.

My beloved, long-suffering Danying, for the first time, I've been close to you, for the first time, through your soft, warm honeyed cave, I've reached your burning heart. Your burning desire is like spontaneously combusting coal in the Northwest, silently burning underground until I scrape away the surface rock, revealing the true face of your youth. Flames and desire seep from your body, enveloping the surrounding air. I reach out, able to hold this beautiful and fervent aura. You are a piece of coal soaked in the interwoven yellow and red flames, ignited from within by longing. I rush towards you; I am your oxygen, your need, to make you burn more fully, more intensely, to give you the most beautiful flame before losing everything.

I let out a long breath, tightly embracing Danying's body. My little brother throbs slightly in Danying's honeyed depths, savoring the ultimate pleasure and sweetness just now. Danying opens her eyes, turning her head forcefully, wanting to see my eyes. Under my tight embrace and pressure, her upper body cannot move, only her neck can twist, her snow-white neck twisted into several ravines, her plump skin like the white cream on a birthday cake, making me want to take a bite.

I maintained my position, pressing down on Danying. Our eyes were too close for clear vision. I simply sealed Danying's lips with mine again, greedily sucking the sweet, fragrant nectar from her mouth. Danying's fragrant lips welcomed me, immediately intertwining. One of Danying's hands, fingers spread, ran through my hair, pressing my lips tightly against hers. My

penis remained inside, and we kissed for a long time before stopping. Danying lifted my head with both hands, staring into my eyes, and uttered two words, "Pervert."

Her light laugh made her words sound devoid of any derogatory meaning, instead like a warm invitation.

I smiled and sealed her lips with mine again. This time, Danying resisted with her tongue, forcefully pushing against mine, preventing me from entering her sensual mouth again. I tried several times without success and had to give up.

I looked up at Danying's flushed cheeks and said, "Danying, I love you. The first time I saw you, I was attracted to you, and these past two years, my love for you has been uncontrollable. Every time I'm with you, I appear calm on the outside, but my mind is racing. I want to be alone with you, but I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. Without you, the day feels so lifeless. If I were unmarried, I'm certain I would marry you."

Danying stared at me, seemingly trying to guess whether I was telling the truth. "Pervert, liar. I've seen how much you love your wife before."

I contracted my sphincter muscles forcefully, causing my limp penis to throb gently inside Dan Ying's vagina. She felt my small movement and gave me a playful glare.

"I'm sincere to my wife and to you, I don't lie to you. You only need to see how I behave when I'm out having fun with clients to understand. Have I slept with other women? Every time, they're inside while I'm bored down there!"

"Alright, stop with the declarations. I'm not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who needs your vows. I have my reasons for accepting you."

Dan Ying placed her hands on my face, gently rubbing my beard. "More prickly than my man."

"Actually, I know you like me. Women have a natural intuition in this regard. I like you too, I've been waiting to see how long you can endure. You're much more timid than I imagined, unlike my husband, who's out partying and justifying it with the excuse that it's for business. If it weren't for our daughter, I would have divorced him long ago. That's why I don't want to stay home and enjoy life, I want to go out and work."

Hearing Dan Ying's words, I felt a slight sense of loss. "Danying's willingness to spend the night with me might also be partly due to revenge against her husband, not necessarily because I'm particularly charming."

Danying and I then poured out our hearts to each other, especially me, rarely showing this side of myself to a woman other than my wife, using every word I could think of to describe a woman's beauty and genuine affection.

I didn't remove my penis, leaving it inside Danying, and she didn't mention it either. We remained in that lewd position, penis inside her. Slowly, I felt my penis begin to stir, showing signs of hardening. Danying seemed to sense my change, and while speaking, she traced patterns on my lower back with her fingers.

Danying's breath became increasingly arousing, truly fragrant, and my penis became fully erect. I straightened up, bringing Danying's two dazzlingly white legs together and raising them high. The tightly pressed legs made her vagina clench even tighter, and with each thrust, the friction between my glans and the vaginal walls intensified. I could feel it, and Danying could feel it too; her moans grew louder.

Dan Ying's brows were tightly furrowed, as if she were enduring great torment. As someone with experience, I knew it was because she was experiencing intense pleasure. Dan Ying's expression felt like a reward to me, and I thrust wildly inside and outside her honey pot, my arms wrapped around her fair and plump legs, my lips licking and kissing her sweet calves incessantly. I loved Dan Ying's beautiful legs; in this respect, she undoubtedly surpassed my wife. My wife was a slender woman, 168cm tall and weighing less than 55kg. Dan Ying was slightly shorter than my wife, but weighed 60kg. The fat inside Dan Ying stretched her skin, highlighting her feminine softness and charm. This beautiful flesh suited Dan Ying perfectly; even the slight layer of fat on her stomach wasn't an eyesore, and the forceful squeezing and kneading during sex gave it a sadistic pleasure.

Fair skin hides a hundred flaws; to others, Dan Ying's appearance might only be average, but her snow-white skin undoubtedly elevated her to a higher level, especially for a man like me who admired women's fair and beautiful flesh. At home, gazing at my wife's flushed skin, I so longed for her to have the snow-white, beautiful skin of a leading lady in an erotic painting. Now, Dan Ying had fulfilled that dream. My tongue kissed Dan Ying's beautiful legs; her skin was smooth and lovely, exuding a sweet fragrance. My penis thrust vigorously into Dan Ying's honey pot, every nerve in my body enjoying the stimulation of satisfied desire. Waves of wonderful bliss

washed over me. I enjoyed the process of making love more than I was overwhelmed, just as falling in love was far better than a wedding. Dan Ying's hands touched my knees, trying to grasp them but unable to. Looking at Dan Ying's naked upper body, her slightly sagging, plump breasts softly floating on her snow-white chest, I lowered Dan Ying's beautiful legs and changed to a traditional position. Because I am taller than Dan Ying, I had to overcome a great deal of difficulty to kiss Dan Ying's breasts without affecting my thrusting. The position was tiring; I sucked for a while, then gave up, instead tightly embracing Dan Ying's head and burying her in my chest.

Danying's entire face was buried in my chest. Whether it was because she was excited or because she couldn't breathe, she let out louder moans, her hands gripping my back tightly. The stinging pain in my back only excited me more at this moment. I ejaculated, a rare occurrence, the first time I'd ejaculated so quickly during our second round of sex. The second ejaculation felt even more intense than the first. The warm, tingling sensation at the base of my penis surged up my spine, overwhelming my brain with boundless desire, rendering me unable to think.

Sensing my intensity, Danying thrust her hips upward, pressing us even closer together, her moans incessant. We were pressed tightly together, our bodies convulsing after the passion subsided.

As the passion subsided slightly, Danying gently pushed me up, taking a deep breath. "Third brother, the way you were so rough just now was unlike you. You almost suffocated me, it felt like you were raping me."

"I said I wouldn't call you Third Brother. You deserve to be punished! Call me Husband! You can call me Brother Tian too."

"Hmph, I'm much older than you."

"In bed, you're younger than me, much younger, a little bird nestled in my arms, my good little sister. You have to call me Brother Tian! Do as I say."

I put on a shameless act, using both soft and hard tactics. Then I hugged Dan Ying's head tightly, not letting her speak.

Dan Ying twisted my waist hard, almost making my penis slip out of her vagina. "Pervert, you're bullying me."

At this moment, Dan Ying didn't look 43 years old at all, she looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, hiding in her lover's arms and acting coquettishly. "Look, look, you're not 40 years old at all, you're clearly a girl who just started college. Brother loves the way you act coquettishly, it's so beautiful and cute, it's rare."

I pretended to wince in pain and said to her.

"Really? You're talking nonsense again."

Dan Ying's thin, tattooed eyebrows arched slightly, her eyes widening as she asked me.

"It really is. This is your scent, a unique scent, a scent that even someone like me would be moved by. I really don't know why your husband is still cheating on me."

After saying the last sentence, I couldn't help but regret it. How stupid of me to bring up her husband again.

Dan Ying didn't say anything, but lifted her hips, gesturing for me to come out. I hugged her tightly and shook my head. Dan Ying struggled upwards with force, and my uncooperative penis immediately slipped out.

"You pervert, isn't that enough?"

Dan Ying said to me.

"Not enough, I wish I could hold you in my mouth right now, every moment longer is precious. So that I won't be unable to have you when I get back to the company."

I gritted my teeth, making a fierce face at Dan Ying.

Dan Ying chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'll beg for mercy. You're so forceful, like a single young man."

Amidst the playful banter, we cleaned up the mess, and at my persistent insistence, Dan Ying and I went into the bathroom to shower together. Although we didn't make love while bathing, the sensual and alluring scene aroused me even more than our earlier encounter in bed, arousing me beyond words.

After the bath, we nestled close together on the bed. The hotel bed wasn't large enough for us to lie comfortably. I placed one hand on Dan Ying's buttocks and the other under her breasts, reaching behind her to embrace her. My hands caressed and kneaded Dan Ying's buttocks, stirring my emotions and making my penis erect. Dan Ying reached out and grabbed it, saying, "You little devil."

"Yes. Without it, there would be no me. With it, I can love you."... That night we didn't make love again, talking until very late. I don't even know how I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I found the blankets wrapped around Dan Ying. My nose felt a little sore, and one side of my body was numb. Dan Ying was lying on her side with her back to me. I carefully leaned over, her soft breathing indicating she was still fast asleep. With her fair complexion, eyeshadow covering her lower lashes, a straight nose, and slightly upturned lips, Dan Ying possessed a mature and charming beauty. She was truly a beauty, and this beauty, at least for now, belonged to me.

A surge of love welled up within me. I gently touched Dan Ying's cheek. Her eyelids shifted, and after a moment, she opened her eyes, raising a hand high, almost slapping me across the face. "Awake?"

"Yes. Do you look ugly when you're asleep?"

Dan Ying asked.

"Not ugly. Very beautiful, truly beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You are beautiful in every moment, every part of me. I would even kiss your feet, Princess."

Actually, I had long wanted to kiss and suckle Dan Ying's beautiful feet, but I hadn't had the chance yesterday, and I didn't know her reaction. I was a little worried she would call me a pervert.

"Your feet are dirty, walking around on the floor."

Seeing me move to the foot of the bed, Dan Ying only symbolically flinched. I grabbed the foot that hadn't moved and pulled it up. Dan Ying didn't struggle, letting me hold her white foot.

The skin on Dan Ying's feet was as white as jade as her body, her toes half-curled, and through the delicate, translucent white instep, the blue veins were faintly visible. Danying's arches are quite high, which accentuates the beautiful lines of her feet. No wonder my blood vessels always race when Danying wears high heels and her feet are exposed; those high, curved insteps play a big role.

I kissed Danying's instep; it might have tickled a little, because she chuckled and pulled her foot back. I was lost in thought for a few seconds. Seeing my expression, Danying asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy? It tickles."

I snapped out of my reverie, "No, it's not that. I'm captivated by your feet. You're beautiful, and your feet are beautiful too. Your skin and curves are mesmerizing. No wonder the ancients said, 'A man's head and a woman's feet are things you can see but not touch.'" "Is that so? I didn't know that."

Danying thought I was lying and looked at me with suspicion.

"Haha, whether that's true or not. Anyway, Danying, you're really beautiful, including your feet—they're truly beautiful, jade-like feet."

I used the same tactics I used when I was pursuing my wife, showering her with sweet words.

"Save your sweet talk for your partner, I don't need it."

Dan Ying said she didn't need it, but her expression betrayed her true feelings, her smug satisfaction clearly written in her eyes.

Dan Ying turned around, grabbed her phone, checked the time, and said, "You pervert, get up quickly, don't miss your flight."

I said, "Missing the flight is fine, it'll give us another night," but my hands started moving, dressing and putting on my pants, teasing Dan Ying a few times in the process. We carefully got ready, checking each other afterward, afraid of leaving any flaws.

"We seem to be underground operatives,"

I joked.

"We are underground operatives, it's all because you can't help yourself."

Dan Ying playfully hit me, and I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms, pressing my face against hers and gently rubbing it.

"Dan Ying, be my lover! Forever! My feelings for you are not just lust, but love, I'm completely infatuated with you, utterly infatuated with you. Be my lover, don't refuse."

I whispered in Dan Ying's ear, expressing my deep affection.

"Aren't you worried about being discovered?"

Dan Ying's voice was even softer, as if she were quite shy.

"No, I won't. After all, I'm a Gemini. As long as you don't leave the company, we can definitely be safe lovers, truly forever."

My voice was firm.

Dan Ying didn't speak, which I took as tacit agreement.

After another long kiss, we packed our things and prepared to go to the airport. The return journey was arduous, involving many transfers, but my beloved was devoted, and our hearts were in sync. The various joys and sorrows are too numerous to recount.

[The End]
[This post was edited by emma2015 on 2016-01-21 19:27]

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