【Salesman's Tale】(1-4 Complete) Author: hiboo (Kaifu Seiki)

A Salesman's Tale
Author: hiboo (Haibu Xingshu)
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Published: 2008/12/07 on: Spring Full of Courtyards 　　TXT 　　Package 　　: 　　[
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**************** ... Only then, during these quiet days, can one hone their skills (??, hehe...). Life won't feel so 　　bleak... 　　I've been lurking in this forum for a while now, and seeing the masterpieces offered by the esteemed members has reignited my 　　creative urge to be spied on. Therefore, I'm presenting an old piece I published a few years ago, 　　hoping for your kind guidance! 　　********************************** 　　This article is the first in the "Salesman's Tale" series, with the first draft likely written around 1997. 　　This revised version was completed on March 19, 2008. 　　Please feel free to leave encouraging comments about my writing; thank you! If any fellow enthusiasts have added to this article, please send me 　　a copy for our appreciation. 　　Copyright reserved. Reproduction is welcome, but please credit "Taiwan Different Colors Literature Exchange Association, Haibu Xing Shu". 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Now, besides closely monitoring 　　current customer orders to stabilize existing performance, I've had to 　　re-examine the information of previously contacted but not yet closed deals. 　　After filtering out customers with low conversion rates or those whose deals wouldn't be very profitable, I'm focusing my efforts on a few major factories. 　　One motherboard manufacturer in the Tucheng Industrial Zone is particularly important. This manufacturer ranks among 　　the top 20 motherboard manufacturers in the country, and their connector purchasing volume is also considerable. If I can successfully establish a connection, it 　　will definitely help my sluggish performance! 　　But there's no such thing as a free lunch, and business isn't something you can just do and expect to succeed immediately. Just like 　　the first test every salesperson must face: dealing with customer rejection! 　　Hitting walls and facing setbacks is inevitable. After several days of contact, I finally made some initial progress and discovered that the person in charge of 　　connector purchasing was a female section chief named Huang Meihui. However, what followed was the beginning of a series of setbacks… 　　I called her several times, only to be met with a barrage of rejections. 　　She was either on the phone, in a meeting, away from her seat, or had taken a last-minute leave of absence. It was incredibly discouraging. I wanted to schedule 　　a visit to explore business opportunities, but I couldn't even find her in person. But I didn't give up. After 　　all, I'd been in sales for a while, and these small setbacks were nothing. So I tried 　　contacting her again… 　　Finally, two weeks later, I made contact with her by phone for the first time. After a few pleasantries, I briefly 　　explained my company's business and the products we sold, and that I could offer very competitive prices 　　and the best quality… 　　After hearing my introduction and quote, she said the price was quite attractive, but she already had a supplier… She agreed, 　　and the order had already been placed, so the chances of her placing an order with me in the short term were quite low. She also advised me not to waste too much time on her 　　company… 　　This was another bucket of cold water poured on me… But what was slightly comforting was that her tone wasn't 　　very direct or dismissive. Although it was polite, my years of experience told me that there were still opportunities. So I said 　　I could send a few samples to her company's engineering department for quality approval. She didn't say yes or no, but still advised me that her company 　　's orders were hard to come by, and that instead of spending time on her company, I should develop other new clients… 　　I was very grateful for her advice and said that even if there were no orders later, I still needed to fulfill my 　　responsibility of business development, and asked her to continue to look after me. Hearing this, she appreciated my efforts and asked me to send the samples to 　　her for confirmation by the engineering department, but she couldn't guarantee that there would be orders later. I said, "It's okay, at least I've done my 　　best!" Then I ended the interview. 　　Actually, I found her quite approachable during this initial contact. Her tone was very down-to-earth, almost 　　like a mother or older sister, suggesting she would be easy to communicate with! Okay, now that we've made contact, it's time to get into 　　action. I won't give up until I secure the order! 　　Good clients are hard to find; small companies don't have the volume, and unknown companies might be outcompeted – it's tough! 　　The next day, I arranged to visit her and bring samples for her company's engineering department to approve. 　　That afternoon, I arrived at her company on time, and I was really looking forward to this first meeting 　　. After waiting for about ten minutes, she came out to see me, and I finally saw her in person. She apologized 　　for making me wait so long. 　　She wore black-rimmed plastic glasses, which made her look rather old-fashioned. She was about 158 cm tall, and from a distance, she looked a bit 　　like Bai Bingbing, but slightly taller. She wore a yellow pencil skirt suit; the elegant pencil skirt paired with a white shirt gave her 　　a capable, managerial air. 　　Then I began to introduce my company's products to her. Actually, connectors are already a very mature type of component.

It's a familiar industry, what more is there to say? Specifications, price, delivery time—just report them and it's a matter of life and death. But sales
isn't that easy. To achieve good "sales" results, you must first fulfill your sales "duties." So, after finishing the main topic, she
had nothing else to do, so we started chatting...
Along the way, I learned more about her background...
She was about five years older than me, had been married for eight years, and her husband was still a colleague at the same company, but he was currently assigned to
the mainland as the manager of the mainland factory, returning about every six months. I jokingly asked her, "Aren't you worried about your husband?
" "Keeping a mistress in mainland China?"
she laughed and replied, "Back then, her husband pursued her relentlessly before she agreed to marry him, so she
knows his weight all too well. Even if she had the guts, she didn't have the money! Besides, you can tie a person down but not their heart, right?
The tighter you watch them, the easier it is
for them to make mistakes!" I couldn't help but admire her confidence, and upon closer inspection, it wasn't hard to imagine
her youthful beauty seven or eight years ago. In fact, in my opinion, she wasn't particularly beautiful, but her dignified demeanor and the clear and logical way she narrated
events were more admirable.
...
Then the conversation turned to children. She has two children, a boy and a girl. Her eldest son is four years old and in kindergarten
, while her two-year-old daughter is cared for by a nanny. She became more and more animated as she spoke... The image of lively
, energetic children immediately came to mind, appearing in her deep eyes and at the corners of her mouth. The eldest's mischievousness and the youngest's obedience
were vividly reflected...
At this point, I looked her over again. Perhaps due to having given birth, her slightly protruding belly was
clearly visible, and her breasts were quite full, but their shape was rather pointed, making her upper body outfit appear like two cones
. I must admit, this kind of sensuality was captivating even to me; her face was slightly round, but
also showed the signs of aging from being a wife and mother. Her thighs, in terms of proportion, were somewhat too large, but still fairly well-proportioned...
**********
...

She wore a white, form-fitting jumpsuit that didn't reach her knees.
At first glance, it appeared quite simple and elegant, no different from what an outsider would wear as a typical working woman. But to me, upon closer
inspection, it presented a completely different picture…
The white jumpsuit made her look vibrant. Her breasts, already full and ample, were now
even more exposed due to the fitted jumpsuit and low-cut neckline. Her cleavage was so pronounced that it seemed to have sunk deep into her skin
. One could imagine that her bra was as thin as a condom
, and her nipples, like pearls, stood clearly on her breasts. As she walked
, she appeared even more sensual, almost arousing my desire.
And if one looked closely, one could vaguely see the white thong covering her genitals, its shapely form, especially
the area around her vulva, which was particularly prominent, with a narrow, arched indentation in the middle. Especially today,
with the sweltering Australian heat, she was frequently sweating, her vulva also damp, her clothes and body soaked –
a truly alluring sight…
Although, given my social experience, my sexual desires had long since transcended insatiable urges,
seeing her like this… Her alluring appearance made my penis hard and my blood boil. I imagined us making love naked in public,
right there, sweating profusely…
Upon entering the restaurant, she went to the restroom first, so I had to find a seat and wait for her. I deliberately chose a corner
table where there were fewer people. When she came out of the restroom, she immediately saw my seat and
walked towards me. I smiled and waved to her. Looking closer, I noticed her elegant gait, which exuded a refined and graceful air.
After the meal, I asked her the same old question: when would I finally get some business?!
“If I keep standing here like this, my manager is going to beat me to death!” I
said earnestly, almost pleadingly.
She paused for a moment, slowly sipped her tea, and after swallowing it, pursed her lips and smiled faintly:
"Recently, our company has also been short of orders. New orders are significantly lower than at this time of year, and we
have a lot of spare parts and materials in stock. Since you're a new supplier, you'll have to wait for the next wave of orders before you
have a chance… Besides, I've reminded you before that being proactive doesn't guarantee business!" Hearing this,
I could only quickly agree.
We went back and forth, engaging in a lively debate, until I was completely exhausted…
Finally, the most unexpected thing happened…
Just as "being proactive doesn't guarantee success," "being passive doesn't mean failure," and finally, a turning point arrived.
She actually hinted at wanting a kickback. I was quite shocked at first and couldn't figure it out, but I quickly came to my senses and saw that
the opportunity was too good to pass up, so I agreed to her request, giving her a 3% kickback according to industry practice. I believed the manager wouldn't object
, and she promised to allocate 15% of the orders to me one by one over three months...
I was overjoyed. After all, these orders added up to almost 1.3 million a month,
which was like a long-awaited rain after a drought! At least I wouldn't have to put up with the manager's wrath anymore!
After the deal was finalized, I finally felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Ignoring my embarrassing state, I
slumped back in my chair, completely exhausted.
So we started chatting. When she learned that I wasn't married and didn't have a girlfriend, she kindly offered to
introduce me to one. I thanked her profusely, and I couldn't help but let my guard down, occasionally making sexual jokes that hinted at her
married life. She was quite open about it, listening quietly to my risqué jokes, a shy smile playing on her lips.
Occasionally, I would chime in with a few words…
After that, I gained a new understanding of her. Beneath her simple exterior, her heart was actually lively
. However, under the moral constraints of being a wife and mother, she subtly revealed a curiosity about other men's bodies
…
In her deep eyes, I could already see her sexual desire…
A few weeks later, I gradually built a foundation of mutual trust with her. When we talked, we talked about everything. She was tired of the
dullness of office gossip and entertainment news among colleagues. Although she was a
woman, her sense of the bigger picture was remarkably vivid. Thus, she could talk fluently about the future impact of the Southeast Asian financial crisis,
the regional economic turmoil that might be caused by the prolonged depreciation of the yen, and
the potential impact of the Clinton-Jiang Zemin summit on cross-strait relations…
Even topics that seemed extremely difficult to men could be discussed at length. This truly impressed me
! Fortunately, I still have a habit of reading 　　. I read
the political and economic news sections and business and economic specialties of newspapers every day. I browse all kinds of magazines, including World Journal, Business Weekly, Financial News, and Today Weekly. Now it has finally 　　come in handy, which is another gain. Although my arguments are not as grand as those of experts on TV, I can offer a different perspective, which 　　is convincing to her! Otherwise, wouldn't I be no different from an ordinary salesperson, losing all interest? 　　Besides these dry current events, we actually share many other interests. For example, she and 　　I both dislike spicy food and are easygoing... In the field of literature, we sang Zhu Tianxin's songs 　　, Zhang Xiaofeng's essay collections, Xi Murong's "Seven Mile Fragrance," and Xiao Ye's "The Life of a Chrysanthemum"... These were all 　　pursuits we shared in our youth! 　　And her care and meticulous protection of her children showed me the gentle side of motherhood... My dedication to work 　　, my hopes and plans for the future earned her high praise! 　　After she gradually trusted my character, she began to treat me like a younger brother, as if I were her own son. Eventually, however, we both 　　unknowingly fell into a whirlpool of lust… 　　************ 　　In a chance encounter, she couldn't resist my teasing and stimulation, and since she didn't particularly resist 　　, we finally had our first sexual encounter… 　　That day, she came to the head office on Section 4, Xinyi Road in Taipei for a meeting. After it ended around 1 PM, she called 　　me on her cell phone, asking if I could pick her up and take her back to Tucheng. I happened to be near Section 4, Nanjing East Road, so I readily 　　agreed. 　　When I picked her up, she was wearing a pink and white striped pencil skirt suit, leaning weakly against the wall. 　　Her face was pale. As soon as she got into the car, she weakly complained that she was about to faint. Because the air conditioning was too 　　strong during the meeting, she was shivering and sneezing. I saw her eyes were tightly closed, her whole body 　　was covered in cold sweat, even the back of her shirt was soaked, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked exhausted, like she had just returned from an adventure. She slumped limply in her seat 　　... 　　This sight made me feel sorry for her. She was a woman, struggling in the workplace, charging headlong into a man's world; 　　she must have faced many setbacks... 　　When the car was almost in Tucheng, it was nearly two o'clock. She decided on the spur of the moment to go straight home instead of going back to the company 　　. I nodded in agreement: "That's good, get some rest!" 　　Her apartment was located on Section 3 of Central Road in Tucheng, a twenty-story residential building. Having known her for 　　so long, this was the first time I'd been to her home. When the car arrived at the building, she seemed to have fallen asleep from exhaustion. 　　I gently shook her awake. She paused for a moment, then reluctantly opened her eyes. "We're home!" I said, gently shaking 　　her shoulder. 　　I assumed she'd come upstairs herself, but instead, she looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "Aren't you coming up for a coffee 　　?!" 　　"But there don't seem to be any parking spaces here...?" 　　"It's okay, just drive to the entrance to the basement parking lot at the back. Parking space B3, number 12 is mine 　　." 　　So, following her directions, I went around to parking space B3, number 12 in the basement parking lot. 　　She told me that she bought a parking space along with the house, and her husband had been parking there before 　　. However, her husband had been stationed in mainland China for the past two or three years, and she usually took the bus to 　　work, stopping at just two stops. Since she didn't drive, the car just sat idle in the space. Last time her husband came back, he even 　　gave the car to his younger brother, so the space was currently empty. 　　Wow! My older sister is so wise and farsighted! Considering the increasingly serious parking problem in the greater Taipei area these past few years, 　　buying a car without a parking space is practically torture! 　　After parking the car, I followed her into the elevator, going straight to the sixteenth floor and entering her apartment. 　　"You've really gone to so much trouble today." 　　"It's nothing, really..." I felt a little guilty; it was just driving, after all! 　　"I'll make you some coffee first, you can rest a bit before you go, okay?" she instructed in a tone like an old woman 　　. I had no choice but to obediently sit on the sofa in the living room, picking up a newspaper to slowly peruse. 　　She took off her high heels and went straight into the bedroom, emerging a moment later, having removed 　　her pink coat from her suit jacket, along with her handbag and earrings, which she probably tossed onto the bed. But she seemed much more relaxed than when she got out of the car , and then headed to the kitchen. "Don't be shy, you should get some rest!" I 　　said, casually crossing my legs 　　while reading the newspaper . 　　She seemed distracted, making herself coffee and taking a plate from the refrigerator before coming out. 　　She placed coffee and a fruit platter on the low table in front of me, along with a packet of sugar and creamer. "Oh 　　dear, the house is a mess, I don't have much to offer. Here, have a drink to perk you up. I'm really grateful to have you here today 　　..." 　　"We're not strangers, why are you being so polite?!" I muttered playfully. 　　She stood in front of me, hands on her hips, smiling, and said, "Okay, I'll go take a shower first. You can read the newspaper 　　, okay?!" She then headed towards the bedroom. I suppose there's a bathroom there too! 　　I pretended to be relaxed, reclining comfortably, reading the newspaper and sipping my coffee. 　　Her apartment, nearly 40 square meters, had a fairly square layout, a standard three-bedroom, two-living room design. The living room alone...

The room was nearly 10 square meters, quite spacious.
After about ten minutes, she came out of the bedroom, wearing a transparent white one-piece nightgown,
with a strapless white bra underneath, which fully supported her perky breasts. Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, her
pectoral muscles were particularly rounded, white with a rosy tint; and her pair of full and soft breasts looked like inflated water balloons, vividly lifelike
, extremely beautiful. Her fair body was damp with water droplets, which clung to her white gauze, making her appear almost naked
, her figure fully exposed, further fueling the imagination…
Her lower body was covered by a close-fitting white thong. Although her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, her body
extended inward and downward to the entrance of her vulva without any embellishment. Therefore, although the vulva was concave and rounded, the proportions were just
right. In addition, the pubic hair around the vulva and the undulating flesh of the vulva were faintly visible through the bright panties…
Oh my god, I almost had a nosebleed… I didn’t expect the older woman to be so unreserved with me…
She gently brushed her damp hair back and walked over to me, then sat down in the empty seat to my left
. A fragrant sunflower scent wafted from her body, spreading and invigorating me...
Even with my mature and composed nature, I probably couldn't resist the alluring figure before me...
"Wow! So comfortable..." she said contentedly.
Seeing that she had shaken off her fatigue, I got up to leave, but she urged me to stay a little longer. Firstly, the road back
was congested, and secondly, she had to pick up the two children from the nanny at 6:30. Since there was still an hour
or so until 6:00, we might as well chat and pass the time...
So I stayed and we chatted about all sorts of things. During our conversation, risqué jokes inevitably drifted in
, and I subtly teased her, my teasing lighthearted yet restrained, eliciting chuckles from her… and
perhaps, with effortless ease, I had opened her heart…
As we talked, I jokingly asked her, “With your husband so far away on the mainland, is your sexual satisfaction only based on fantasy
?!” She was quite open with her response, not at all shy, only slightly reserved, shrugging with a wry smile.
We gazed at each other silently for a while. I inhaled the fragrance emanating from her. “Sister Huang!…
I…” I was overcome with uncontrollable impulse, even wanting to touch her shoulder. She looked at me tenderly,
a slight blush rising to her delicate face… her intoxicated eyes held a faint plea… I gazed deeply into the depths
of her soul.
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Time seemed to stand still for a long time… I knew that at this moment, I had broken down her reserve, ignited her passion
, and opened her heart… She lay quietly against the back of the sofa, her eyes closed in contentment
…
And so, the ravenous tiger, seeing a piece of delicious human flesh before it, finally suppressed all its exhaustion,
forcefully broke through the gates, and leaped out… I carefully placed my hand on her shoulder, gently caressing it
. She did not resist, so I slowly kneaded it, massaging back and forth on her right shoulder. She quietly
kept her eyes closed.
Within minutes, my right middle finger was stroking the edge of her right breast, gently kneading it back and forth; she finally
sighed, but still kept her eyes closed, “This is wrong of us. Have you thought about the serious consequences
?” Her tone was calm, but it did not stop my further teasing. I didn't answer, but quietly slid my fingers down
her shoulder, breasts, armpits...
Finally, I lifted her bra, and instantly a plump, fresh, specially cultivated, extra-large peach-shaped
nipple bounced out. These soft, plump breasts, freed from their restraints, swayed incessantly, quite tempting
...
I greedily gazed at her two large breasts, almost unable to swallow. She shyly lowered her head, and I slowly moved
forward, pressing against her nipple, and began to suckle. The sweet taste was like a refreshing spring, penetrating straight to my body and
soul...
I sucked and licked her right breast a few times, then moved to her left... I slowly inserted my left index finger into
her vagina, and she trembled in surprise.
"Slowly... slowly put it in..." she said, her thirsty eyes pleading with me.
"Yes, I will." I carefully and gently dug into the unfathomable depths of her honeyed cave...
Her lower body gushed forth honey-like fluids, unstoppable.
Mei Hui satisfiedly enjoyed the unparalleled pleasure brought by my fingers constantly moving and stimulating inside her vulva.
"Ah...ah...again..."
Although her vagina wasn't large, it was just the right tightness to explore, without any obstruction. Scraping and squeezing along the vaginal walls
, the soft flesh was like dough saturated with syrup. The sensation of being deep inside was more
comfortable than thrusting with a penis, without the effort required for a full-body thrust in a normal position. It was easy and carefree
...
My hand was like an unstoppable python biting and groping recklessly at Mei Hui's vaginal opening. With
constant digging and probing, Mei Hui finally shed her restraint and gradually sank into the abyss of sexual indulgence
...
Mei Hui's body slowly arched upwards. My left hand didn't stop either, gently kneading her
breasts. My whole hand rhythmically kneaded around her breasts, the touch was quite soft and just right. It was hard to imagine
that a woman in her thirties could still have such tender elasticity.
I watched as Meihui lay peacefully on the sofa, contentedly enjoying my sexual massage.
A soft blush rose to her cheeks, and her lower body continuously released a torrent of pleasurable fluid, almost soaking her panties and even dripping
onto the sofa. My right hand was also submerged in the overflowing fluid…
“Do you want to come in?!” Meihui asked, her eyes half-closed, her legs slightly parted, though my hand
was already ravaging them.
She looked at me affectionately, her curled-up body twitching intermittently from stiffness. Her body had been completely
conquered by me, like a defeated soldier captured by me, at my mercy…
“I…” Actually, I hesitated. What if I fell into a bottomless pit… the consequences… were unimaginable
!
Although my penis was painfully throbbing, I still felt I had to endure it. I didn’t want to…
Let Meihui test my limits. After all, having some supplies is essential for a protracted war; if I run out of ammunition too
quickly, how will I fight again?!
While ejaculation is the ultimate goal of sex, if done unprepared and
driven by impulse, it could easily result in me getting pregnant, which would be quite troublesome. Although Meihui didn't reach orgasm this time
, it would whet her appetite and make her vagina unbearably itchy… Next time, going straight for the entrance will be no problem
!
I don't know where the courage came from, but even though the army had already breached the city gates, I stopped: "I didn't wear a condom! Besides,
it's almost time, and you'll have to take care of the baby later…"
She was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses: "I see… ah…"
"That's fine, what we did was a bit too impulsive…" Her voice was
slightly breathless from the caressing.
"You lie down and rest a bit more, I'll pack up and leave… um…" I patted her cheek.
"Mmm..." Meihui lay docilely on the sofa like a kitten. "Will you come again?"
"Yes, I will. Call me anytime you need me! Okay?!"
As I expected, Meihui could no longer resist the intense pleasure I brought her, a pleasure born of unrestrained lust.
A little later, after straightening my disheveled shirt and tying my tie, I got up and left without a second thought.
I was incredibly excited, because my first direct encounter with Meihui was a resounding victory!
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From then on, she finally shed the layers of thick clothing that covered her body, revealing herself naked to me
, completely unashamed, fully enjoying the climax of our extramarital affair.
Most importantly, she believed that besides satisfying her sexual needs, I could also keep this a secret!
This was undoubtedly her long-cherished desire: "Beyond the mundane life of marriage, there was a private space where
she could completely indulge her desires without any moral burden!"
But she also insisted that I adhere to one principle: "Only sex, no feelings!"
Of course, I knew my limits. As soon as sex was over, I would turn around and leave without a word, ensuring neither of us was hurt
and leaving her with no reservations. This, in turn, earned her even more trust. Besides, I wasn't married yet,
not even a girlfriend.
Now, having such a sexual partner, occasionally engaging in intense, sweaty lovemaking to release pent-up energy, without any responsibility
, was an unexpected blessing.
Several months passed, and I grew increasingly familiar with this purchasing manager. Sometimes, when I went to deliver goods, if no one else was around
, we would flirt and tease each other, touching and caressing, even deliberately touching her breasts without a care. Perhaps
this manager had an extremely strong sexual desire; occasionally, she would take liberties and touch my genitals, but she remained expressionless, neither awkward nor
bothered, and perhaps she even enjoyed the pleasure of this extramarital affair!
Of course, I wasn't the kind of lecherous womanizer. When it was time to do serious business, I worked diligently and never
procrastinated.
This was what she admired most about me: when it was time to have fun, I could indulge myself to the fullest;
when it was time to work, I was fully focused and dedicated…
It was this fundamental belief that allowed us to indulge in this pleasurable lovemaking…
Our sexual encounters slowly transformed into a combination of experimentation and adventure.
On
Saturday, her company organized a trip, but she couldn't go because she had to take care of her child. She needed to submit the purchasing
cost report the following Monday, so she asked me to come and confirm the new connector specifications.
When I arrived at her company, we went to a small conference room alone to discuss things. When we were almost finished, she gave
me a wink, and I knew what she wanted.
It turned out she wanted to do it here—how exciting!
To avoid leaving any smell, she spread out the newspaper she brought on the chair, then laid out some toilet paper. Even
though it was quite arousing, once she was done, she rolled up the newspaper and cleaned up neatly, leaving not a trace.
She unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and gently played with it, stroking and rubbing it up and down. My
penis soon became erect and stiff as steel.
I slipped my hand inside her tight skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear, which surprised me, but it made things easier for me. I
gently probed her vulva, playing with the thick pubic hair back and forth. It felt like a powerful electric current was coursing through her
body. She gasped, immersed in the ecstatic satisfaction. She trembled slightly, withdrawing her
hand from the table where she had been playing with my penis. She rested her chin on her hands, closed her eyes, and looked completely lost in ecstasy.
Her juices flowed continuously, and my fingers were covered in them, making them even more slippery. I
thrust, teased, dug, scraped, and probed harder…
Perhaps to avoid suspicion, and also to increase the stimulation, I only used my left hand to masturbate her
, while my right hand casually scribbled lines with a pen.
Sometimes she would open her eyes to listen to my acting and nod in agreement, so that passersby wouldn't
notice anything amiss...
Her cheeks were flushed, and she whispered to me that she was about to climax, instructing me to keep the
pace of my stimulation...
My penis had been hard and erect for some time, barely relaxing. Then she used her right hand to unbutton
the top two buttons of her blouse, pulled down her bra, and her two firm breasts sprang out, her nipples already
eagerly erect. She then began to rub them very naturally...
I watched her quietly as she enjoyed the pleasure of soaring through the void...
On
another occasion, I delivered goods to her company. The warehouse manager was on leave, and there was a lot of stock. These connectors were
made of steel and similar materials, so you can imagine how heavy they were. Even I, a big man, had a hard time lifting them. She instructed me
to push the goods directly into the warehouse, where she would then check them. So I followed her and pushed the goods into the warehouse with a handcart.
She turned on the light and told me to pile the connectors about five meters from the door in the aisle. Because they hadn't been counted, they couldn't
be put directly on the shelves.
Then she closed the warehouse door and came to my side. She asked me for the delivery slip to check everything. She
bent down and opened each box to count the quantity.
She wore a sheer, gauze-like skirt, through which glimpses of her white thong were visible in the dim light. Her
high, shapely buttocks were truly alluring…
“Wow! Your white thong is so tempting,” I teased her immediately.
“How could it be?” she replied, still busy checking the goods.
“Why don’t you squat down to check? Standing like this must be tiring,” I said kindly.
“I can squat down later when I get tired,” she explained.
“Have you ever been fucked from behind? Especially at work, like right now?” I asked mischievously
.
“It’s work time now, and you’re still playing around?” she said, looking at the packaging on the outer box.
“Is it okay?” I asked seriously.
“91, 92, 95…” She didn’t answer, but I knew she agreed.
I gently lifted her skirt, and she didn’t stop me. I went even further, carefully pulling the hem of her skirt
up to her bra.
"Don't wrinkle my skirt," she warned without turning her head. "Don't worry, I'm top-notch at this..."
I quickly pulled down my suit trousers, letting my erect penis, through my underwear, press against her anus.
"Mmm..." She breathed excitedly, trying to squeeze my penis between her buttocks.
Then I gently thrust my penis into her anus a few times, making even me feel incredibly excited. Afterward, I pressed my
rough penis against her vulva, rubbing it back and forth.
I didn't take off her panties, so the sensation of my penis against her vagina was even more unique. With a
soft, skillful touch, I guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina, rubbing, touching, and teasing her anus back and forth…
finally opening her pool of vaginal fluid. Soon, half of her panties were soaked, which only fueled my desire to push my penis up
my underwear, like a sharp cone constantly drilling, touching, and thrusting forward…
Before long, clear lubricant ointment oozed from my penis, coating the front edge of my underwear.
"One hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and fifty…" she counted intently. "Hmm… ah…" she occasionally
shuddered as a current coursed through her body, but I still didn't want to take off her panties and directly penetrate her vagina for
intercourse. After all, it was still working hours, and she had to go to work later!
Besides, such caresses and such intense penetration are already stimulating enough. There's no need to waste precious energy on intercourse
. She knows my style; once she's finished, our alternative sex will end.
I just need to wipe my penis and vagina with toilet paper, pull down my skirt, put on my suit pants, zip them up, straighten my
clothes, and we can leave the warehouse immediately. She can go back to her work station, and I can thank her and say goodbye. It won't cause any
trouble, but it will be very pleasurable without leaving a messy stain of semen. It's a win-win situation.
Just as my semen was about to erupt, I froze, stopping myself from ejaculating. I withdrew my hand, and soon
my hard penis softened. The bloodthirsty python had immediately gone limp. I
took a handkerchief from my pocket, wiped my underwear and penis, put on my suit trousers, and tidied myself. Then I wiped
her vulva and anus, as well as her underwear, which was stained with a lot of semen. After cleaning, I pulled down her skirt and lightly patted
her buttocks a few times. At this moment, she stood up and said, "Okay, the quantity is correct!"
She then signed the delivery slip and handed me a copy. "I almost ejaculated just now…you know
?" she lewdly grinned.
"Oh, really?" I asked casually. Then the two of us quickly walked out of the warehouse, ending this quick sex session that lasted less than five minutes
.
From then on, I realized more deeply that beneath her conservative exterior lay a fiery, even wanton, heart,
only concealed by worldly etiquette. Normally a dignified and proper manager, she
revealed her true sexual desires once given the chance to break free.
************
Once, she went to Linkou to attend a primary school classmate's wedding. Because it was difficult to get a taxi back, she asked me
to pick her up around four or five in the afternoon.
"It's the weekend, a golden holiday for catching up on sleep, and I have to travel all the way to Linkou..." I protested.
"Oh well, you don't have a girlfriend anyway, you're free anyway, it's not bad to go out and have some fun... but remember
!!!"
"Then why not at 4:30?! A wedding isn't a marathon, why invite people at noon and not
leave until 4 pm?!"
"We haven't seen each other for years, we should catch up... you dare not come?!..." Wow, she's showing her trump card, I couldn't argue with
her... I had to surrender.
Before I knew it, the weekend was here. It
was a beautiful, sunny weekend afternoon, refreshing and invigorating, the traffic was smooth, and I was in high spirits. I picked her up promptly at 4:30 pm. As soon as we got in the car, her cheeks 　　were slightly flushed
, probably from drinking a little . 　　She smiled at me with her eyes half-closed, "So happy... to see all these elementary school classmates... so many years, everyone 　　looks so different..." And once she started talking, a torrent of words flowed like the Yellow River, endlessly 　　... 　　It seemed I had to be a good listener... and that wasn't enough, I also had to occasionally chime in with my own comments 　　... 　　After talking about a bunch of trivial things, she sighed, "Marriage is actually quite tiring..." 　　"How could that be?! You married a good husband..." I asked casually. 　　"Actually..." 　　"..." 　　Then she revealed that she and her husband had already separated, and shortly after he was transferred to work in mainland China, rumors spread that he was having 　　an affair with a female worker in a factory there. 　　She was furious, but because of the children, she could only silently endure it… 　　It was then that I realized why she rarely mentioned her husband. 　　She was sobbing quietly in the car, her lips pursed, her hand tightly gripping mine on the gearshift. 　　I pulled the car over to the side of the road, and in an instant, she hugged me, sobbing softly: “I never imagined my husband would do 　　something so unforgivable…” 　　“What should I do…” I panicked too, and the cramped space in the car made it even more uncomfortable 　　, so I suggested we go outside for some fresh air. She had no idea what to do and could only agree.

Recalling the past, she couldn't help but lower her head in despair and sob softly... After a while, her mood gradually
calmed down.
I drove the car into the Linkou Industrial Zone and parked in a relatively quiet alley.
The sky was dim, and with the recent consecutive holidays, the surrounding factories were even quieter.
We got out of the car and stood with our backs to the door. The increasingly gray sky, the bleak autumn scenery, and the
dense thickets of reeds on both sides enveloped us, and the cool evening breeze made us
feel refreshed. What a beautiful autumn moon to enjoy!
She wore a sleeveless white dress with white sandals, looking effortlessly chic.
The dress, made of only a thin layer of fabric, accentuated
the curves of her body, subtly revealing her alluring figure. The lack of a bra made it clear that she wore nothing underneath:
a white bra and matching white panties.
Though dusk was approaching, her firm breasts stretched the fabric, further fueling
my desire. The shape of her panties was clearly visible, intensifying my arousal.
She glanced at me a few times, then lowered her head shyly—a gesture that clearly aroused my hormones
. I could feel her intense craving for sexual climax. I immediately tensed
, bracing myself for the ensuing passion. I reached behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gazed at her intently.
She moved her hips towards my crotch and slowly swayed from side to side, rubbing my penis against her trousers.
Understanding her intention, I asked her to lift her skirt, then pulled down her panties to her ankles, and then
pulled down my trousers to take out my penis.
I lowered my body slightly, so that her vagina was perfectly positioned to accommodate my penis, but I wasn't in a hurry to penetrate
her. Instead, I first teased my penis a few times.
Soon, my penis was engorged with blood, like a rocket with its engine ignited, ready to launch.
So I gently stroked her vulva with my hand, and soon, vaginal fluid began to flow. Slowly, I
pushed my penis in. She gasped, her whole body trembling slightly, presumably from the
impact of my penis... and her snow-white skin, her faint fragrance, also gave me immense pleasure!
Right there in the middle of the road, brazenly, two people, lost in their lustful senses, were thrusting,
having sex, and releasing their pent-up desires without any restraint… What an exhilarating experience!
I held her buttocks with both hands, and her hips sank down with her. “Ah… um…” She gasped as if struck by
lightning, letting out a comfortable sigh. I tentatively thrust a few times, drilling and hooking
, until my engorged and full penis was fully inside her vagina. Her vaginal muscles greedily devoured my penis, and
her juices flowed uncontrollably, further lubricating my thick and swollen penis from the friction.
I pressed against her vulva, scraping left and right, squelching, squelching, squelching… then circled around, her
vulva still thirstily sucking at my penis, like waves rhythmically crashing against the shore. Then, with all my
strength, I straightened my penis and thrust it deep into her honeyed cave.
"Ah, ah..." I gasped, trying to suppress my voice as I screamed.
Her hands instinctively ripped off her bra, her firm breasts, already trembling and hard, forming inverted funnels pressed
against her chest. She instinctively grabbed her breasts, swaying and twisting them from side to side. This obscene action made
my heart race even faster.
I took a deep breath and thrust even more violently, until finally we were tightly intertwined.
"Ah...again..."
With each of my signature techniques—nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one—I used them all, digging, squeezing, sucking... making her
gasp with pleasure... I could feel my engorged, thick penis piercing
her vaginal walls, forcefully pushing against her flesh, reaching the very edge of her uterus without hindrance. This powerful force
made her tremble with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure soaring to the heavens.
"Ah... um... so good... so comfortable... I want more... again... ah... again..."
After about a hundred thrusts, we were both panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Her juices
were gushing out, almost flooding my upper body. She was in a dazed state, and I felt a tingling sensation at my ejaculation point.
I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. Holding my breath, I endured this last moment, stimulating my penis to become even harder
... harder... like a steel knife... Just as
my ejaculation point was about to burst, I mustered my last bit of strength and, like a mad bull thrusting its crescent-shaped horns,
stabbed with all my might.
"Ah..." I thrust forward with my erect penis.
"Ah..." I slashed again, wildly slashing, killing, stomping, thrusting...
"Um... ooh..." I stabbed again.
"Ah... ah..." I thrust again with all my might.
This time, I clenched my buttocks and thrust all the way in, "Ah... um..." almost breaking through her
cervix. My penis, like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, stretched out rapidly, easily slicing through
her uterus like a sharp blade, passing through her breasts, piercing her throat, and finally ramming into the back of her head, reaching
the root of her desire nerves, utterly piercing through...
Finally, my ejaculation gate opened, and my long-accumulated semen, like a burst dam at Shimen Reservoir, was released and
boiled through a narrow pipe, finally converging at the sealed fire hydrant. The boiling semen accumulated at the hydrant, its density
even higher, and the pressure rapidly increased. The heat rose, continuing to rise to a critical point, finally melting a
small hole in the iron plug. The hot, thick semen then destroyed the plug, gushing out uncontrollably into
the depths of her uterus…
The scalding semen drenched her vulva, vaginal muscles, and uterine walls, leaving them unable to move. At this moment, her entire body felt as if it had been struck by
lightning, frozen solid, lifeless…
As I began to ejaculate, my entire body felt as if it were being rapidly covered in snow, as if a powerful electric current had suddenly pierced through my nerves
. An indescribable pleasure shot straight to my brain, followed by a few tremors. This feeling was
incredibly exhilarating and refreshing, soaring to the heavens…
About two or three minutes later, she came to her senses, moaning incoherently.
"Ah...that felt so good." She gasped, clutching her breasts, sobbing uncontrollably...
and I, having exerted myself too much, collapsed onto the grass as if paralyzed after ejaculating, my whole body drenched in sweat...

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