With a cold and elegant female colleague

That year, it must have been 2011. I had just started a new job, and the company sent me to a subsidiary in another city for training and development, as a deputy manager.
Upon arriving at the subsidiary, the manager personally introduced me to the heads of various departments. When he introduced me to the administration department, suddenly, my eyes widened. If I had to claim to have seen countless beautiful women over the years, compared to her, all other beauties would be considered unlucky.
She was 28 years old then, 168cm tall, wearing a black business suit, with long, straight legs, and a smile as she introduced herself. Let's call her H for now; H's voice sounds a bit like Lin Chi-ling. She gave off an intellectual, dignified, elegant, and slightly aloof vibe.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, I immediately snapped back to reality, extended my hand, and gently shook hers, saying, "Hello!" Her small hand felt soft and boneless in mine.
That evening, the manager hosted a welcome dinner for me, but since it was our first meeting, and with so many people around, nothing particularly memorable happened, so I won't go into details here.
I knew that a woman like that wouldn't be easy to win over quickly, and I hadn't had a chance for a while. Two months passed like this.
One day, H came to my office, saying she had some personal matters she wanted to consult me about. I asked her what it was, and H said her cousin was studying at a university in my hometown and had just graduated this year. He had already contacted several companies locally and asked if I knew anything about those companies, which one was better, etc.
Hearing the names of the companies she mentioned, I realized that one of them had a classmate I was close to working at, who was in charge of human resources. Moreover, their company's benefits and other aspects were quite good, so I recommended that company to her, telling her that I had a classmate there who was in charge of HR.
Two days later, H came to me again, saying that her cousin also liked that company and had submitted his resume, but he heard that there were many people competing for the position. She asked if I could call my classmate to inquire about the situation.
Hearing this, I knew H wanted me to use my classmate's connections for him.
I smiled and said, "I can make the call, but I can't help you for nothing." H said, "No problem, I'll treat you to dinner." I thought to myself: 'Dinner?' "I'd rather eat you."
But I couldn't reveal my wolfish intentions at this moment, so I said, "Okay, let's eat, but you have to cook it yourself." H said, "Let's eat out, my cooking is terrible."
I laughed and said, "If I can eat something cooked by a beautiful woman like you, I'll eat every last bite, no matter how bad it is." So I made a phone call to my classmate in front of her. After I finished speaking, my classmate said that many people were indeed eager to come in and asked me what our relationship was. I said he was my colleague's cousin. Upon hearing this, my classmate said, "It must be a female colleague, right? Are you trying to seduce her and now you're using him as a favor?" Since we were in a private office, H, who was sitting opposite me, could definitely hear the conversation on the phone. I glanced at H awkwardly and found that H was blushing, her eyes were darting around, and she didn't dare to look me in the eye.
Then I said to my classmate, "Okay, don't worry about it, just tell me if she can get in." My classmate said, "It needs to be decided in the next few days. Originally, her cousin wasn't included, but since you mentioned it, it's fine. We'll make sure he's with her." After hanging up, I looked at her and said, "No problem, she should be able to get in." H smiled, her eyes crinkling, really charming, and said, "Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner in a few days." A few days later, H really did treat me to dinner, but it was still at a restaurant.
After this incident, my relationship with H clearly progressed. She often came to talk to me, sometimes making a few slightly risqué jokes. I also learned some things about her. H had just gotten married last year; her husband was the manager of a mine and was often at the mine, rarely coming home.
Our relationship progressed at a colleague's wedding. Everyone was very happy that time. H and I, who had agreed not to drink, both got quite drunk because we had both driven there.
Just then, my colleagues came over and said they were having a banquet and the hotel had given us a few rooms. They suggested we stay at the hotel instead of driving back that night. H and I exchanged a glance, and I said, "Okay, let's go upstairs and relax for a bit." H nodded in agreement.
My colleagues gave us room keys for two rooms. We went to one of the rooms, and I said, "Why don't you go in and rest for a bit?" Suddenly, H said, "Aren't you going to come in and sit for a while?" Oh dear, what does that mean? Is this a hint?
Once inside, H said she was a little hot, and then she unbuttoned her coat, revealing a black, tight-fitting cashmere coat that accentuated her curves.
We sat and chatted in the room, and without realizing it, we sat closer and closer until I could smell the alcohol on her breath. My hand was somehow around her waist. We just looked at each other like that, and then she closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder.
I turned my head, searching for her red lips, and kissed them. She suddenly let out a soft "hmm" and began to respond passionately, making soft "hmm" sounds that stimulated me.
I slowly pulled up her clothes, reaching inside to touch her breasts. They were big, really big, at least a C or D cup. When I grabbed her breasts, she suddenly cried out, "Ah, hmm!" and then kissed me even more intensely.
It turned out this woman was very sensitive. I started kissing her ears, and she cried out even louder. I unhooked her bra, and a pair of breasts sprang out, their nipples still pink and perky. I lowered my head to kiss her breasts, and as I kissed them, she suddenly hugged my head tightly. God, I almost suffocated in her breasts.
I reached out to unhook her skirt, but she grabbed my hand and said, "No, no, don't make me betray my husband. Let me lean on you, lean on you in your arms, okay?" Damn, at this crucial moment, she could still be sober. I insisted on unhooking her skirt, but she held my hand down even harder.
I was speechless for a moment, and gradually cooled down. I said, "Okay, then let's just hold each other like this." "Mmm," H replied.
A few minutes later, I started kissing H again. This time, H started to dodge. Even when I kissed her, she didn't respond as passionately as before. I suddenly felt a lack of interest, so I sat up and poured two glasses of water, one for her and the other for myself.
H took a few sips, then took a deep breath and started tidying her messy clothes. She said, "I'm going to the next room. It wouldn't be good if they saw me in your room." I said, "Okay, okay." As H finished tidying her clothes, she suddenly leaned down and kissed my lips, saying, "I'm sorry, I can't get over this in my heart. Thank you for your respect. Also, it felt so good just now." After saying that, H picked up her coat and left the room, leaving me sitting in the chair, savoring that parting kiss.
In the following days, H seemed to be deliberately avoiding me. During meetings, whenever I looked at her, she would either turn her head away or look down at her notebook. Even when we bumped into each other at the company, she would quickly walk away with a slightly embarrassed expression, leaving me silently gazing at her slender and beautiful back.
A month or two passed in the blink of an eye, and it was the manager's birthday. The manager was about my age, a very easygoing person, so over the months, we had developed a good relationship.
That day, he announced that he would be throwing a birthday party that night, a personal treat for everyone.
There were probably two or three tables that night; I remember H wasn't at our table. Later, as the atmosphere warmed up, toasts and drinks were heard from every table. The manager, as the birthday boy, and H, as the most beautiful woman in the company, were both the focus of attention.
A little while later, H came to our table with slightly unsteady steps to toast the manager. I thought she would leave after making the toast, but to my surprise, she poured herself another glass of wine, turned to me and said, "This glass is for you, thank you for your continued support of my work." After saying that, H downed the glass in one gulp.
I downed my drink in one gulp and was about to sit down when she sat down next to me, poured herself another glass, and said, "Let me toast you again, may good things come in pairs." Everyone at the table stared at us, their expressions a mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment. Even the manager looked bewildered, glancing at me and then at her with a puzzled look in his eyes. Then he uttered something that almost made me faint: "Cross-cupped wine! Cross-cupped wine!" Next, everyone at our table and the tables around us joined in, chanting, "Cross-cupped wine! Cross-cupped wine!" H, with a dazed look in her eyes, looked at me provocatively, as if saying, "Dare you drink cross-cupped wine with me?" Damn, if a beautiful woman is provoking me, what am I afraid of? So I raised my glass to H and asked, "Are you sure you want to drink cross-cupped wine with me?" "Hehe, yeah, do you dare?"
"If a beautiful woman dares, wouldn't it be embarrassing for you if I refused?" With that, I raised my glass and gestured with my chin towards H.
H stood up, holding her wine glass. Just as our arms were about to intertwine, H suddenly pulled back, downed her drink in one gulp, and whispered in my ear, "Haha, just kidding. The girls at our table were betting on whether you dared to drink a toast with me. Now that we know you dared, we don't have to." With that, she turned and went back to her table,
leaving me standing there, glass in hand. Wait, something's not right! Wasn't it the manager who said we should drink a toast? How did it become their table?
Hehe, this clever woman, she just revealed her feelings and easily resolved any awkwardness we might feel at the company later.
I smiled, raised my glass to her table, and downed my drink.
After a satisfying meal, the manager suggested going to karaoke. Since it was the weekend, we figured we wouldn't have to worry about not being able to get up. So, the group went and sang our hearts out again.
When the party ended, I noticed there were three women who needed escorting home, but they lived in different directions. H and I lived in the same direction, so naturally, I was tasked with escorting H.
Once we were on the street, H said, "Let's not take a taxi yet, let's walk together." So, in the quiet night, we walked on the fallen sycamore leaves, the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground, the streetlights casting our shadows long and short.
"Do you know when I fell for you?"
"Heh, I don't know, you can never guess a woman's mind!
" "Hmph, wasn't it that time on the bus to XX, with a whole bunch of people from the company? I said that when you're transferred back to head office, I jokingly asked if I could be transferred there too, even just as a secretary. I really love your city, I love the rain there… Do you know what you said?" "No, what did I say?"
"You said you wanted to be my secretary? No way, you're the senior secretary, humph, do you think I'm that old?" "Huh? Did I say that?" "That's exactly what you said, and you said it in front of a whole carload of people, making everyone so embarrassed." "I was really angry at the time, and then I started paying attention to you. Slowly, I was unconsciously drawn to you. I like the focused look in your eyes when you're working, I like the way you command the situation when you're inspecting things, and I like that time you were interviewed on TV, how you cleverly resolved the host's difficult question with your wit." "Huh? Am I as good as you say?" "Yes! And many colleagues say that you're gentler and more approachable than the manager, and you rarely criticize people. When subordinates make mistakes, you just point out the errors and tell them how to correct them, instead of being like the manager..." "Like that, I gave you a good scolding, which is why I unknowingly fell in love with you. But I know that you are just a dream to me, something I can feel but not touch. We both have our own families. I've seen pictures of your wife on your phone; she's very beautiful. I shouldn't break up your family. I just want to quietly watch you from the sidelines, knowing that you're doing well is enough. Besides, my husband treats me well, and I don't want to betray him." "Hmm, like Plato? A spiritual lover?" "Yes, and if our relationship continues, it won't be good for you at the company; it will affect your career. I don't want to affect your family and your career because of me, so..." Before H could finish speaking, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately under the dappled shadows of the trees.
After a while, I let go of her. She said to me, "Go back, my house is just ahead." "Okay, I'll stay here. I won't feel at ease until I see you enter the community!" Then, watching H's figure disappear through the community gate, I lit a cigarette and smoked it blankly, not knowing what I was thinking. After finishing the cigarette, I took a taxi home.
As soon as I got home, I found a text message on my phone: I'm home, getting ready to shower and go to bed. Goodnight!
The following Monday, I went to work with a heavy heart, but I found that everyone looked at me the same as usual, probably thinking that it was just a joke that night.
This continued until almost the New Year. On the night before I bought my plane ticket to return to the head office for my performance review, my colleagues arranged a farewell party. There was drinking and singing, and I took H home again.
On the way, H said, "You won't be coming back this time, will you?" "I don't know, the company didn't say what the arrangements were." "It's best if you don't come back this time, you're always playing with my feelings." "You really don't want me to come back?" "Yeah, it's so annoying, my heart is always swayed by you."
"..."
"We're at my place, want to come up for a bit?"
"Okay, sure!"
After arriving at my place, we naturally embraced. I kissed her deeply, and she responded passionately, starting to moan "Mmm, Ah" again, stimulating my penis to press against her stomach.
When I carried her to bed, I thought, "This time you can't escape."
Slowly unbuttoning H's clothes, I saw red lace underneath, which contrasted beautifully with her fair and slightly flushed skin, making her look like a work of art.
Plus, H regularly does yoga and other exercises, so her skin is firm and elastic; she's truly a woman with a cold exterior but a passionate heart.
As I prepared to unbutton H's pants again, she gasped, "No, it really can't. I thought I could, but I just can't get past my own conscience. We can't do this. I'm sorry." She pushed me away forcefully, quickly put on her clothes, and left, leaving me completely bewildered: Damn it, can anyone tell me what's going on?
The next day I flew away without seeing H. After the annual meeting at headquarters, I received an email from H. She said she was truly sorry for that day. She had actually prepared herself, but when it was about to happen, she hesitated.
H said she had thought a lot these past few days. Perhaps she was just a passerby in my life, but for a woman, when she gives herself to a man, that man becomes her forever, her lifelong attachment. She knew I wouldn't stay at that branch office forever, and she was afraid that if she truly gave herself to me, she would become too deeply involved and unable to extricate herself.
So all she could say to me was sorry. She didn't want to suffer in longing and worry. Forget her, just consider it a dream.
After reading the email, I deleted H's email, logged out of my mailbox, and silently lit a cigarette.
I thought maybe it was just a dream. I thought maybe H and I were really destined to be apart, maybe we would never see each other again in this life. That would be better, at least she wouldn't feel sorry for her husband.
But fate is so strange. I never expected that H and I would meet again in my city, and our relationship would take a turn for the better.
(III)
The days passed by in ordinariness. I thought that H and I were just a beautiful encounter, and then we would pass each other by. One afternoon, just before I was about to leave work, I suddenly received a call from H.
On the phone, H first asked me to guess who she was. I said, "Your name is saved in my phone!" H said she thought I had deleted it. Then she asked me to guess where she was. I suddenly realized, "You didn't come to XX city, did you?" "Yes, remember I once said I loved this city the most? It has the mountains and rivers I love, and the rainy season. Now there's you too. It just so happens that it's the rainy season here, so I took some annual leave and came for a vacation. Actually, I've been here for a few days, and I've been holding back from seeing you, but I couldn't resist calling you." "Okay, where are you now? I'll come pick you up and treat you to dinner tonight, to show you my hospitality." "Okay, I'm in room 1808 of the CL Hotel. Call me when you get there." "Okay, I have half an hour left before I get off work. I'll probably be there in about an hour." "Okay, see you later." After hanging up, I called my wife first and told her that a former colleague from the branch office was coming, and I was treating her to dinner tonight, so I wouldn't be home for dinner.
My wife joked, asking if it was a woman. My heart skipped a beat, and I replied, "Do you want to come and see if it's a man or a woman?" My wife said she wouldn't go and should drink less.
After hanging up, I felt guilty and tormented, but desire still overcame reason. I checked the time; there was still half an hour until I got off work, but my heart was already with H. I couldn't sit still any longer, so I grabbed my bag and went downstairs to get my car.
Half an hour later, I arrived at the CL Hotel. I parked the car, bought a bouquet of roses and some fruit that H likes, and went to H's room. I rang the doorbell, and after a long time, I heard H's voice: "Who is it?" "It's me."
"Oh, why so fast?"
H opened the door, and the instant the door opened, my eyes widened. H was wrapped in a bath towel, drying her hair with a towel. Her snow-white skin, straight legs, and the fresh scent of her bath made me truly intoxicated.
"Didn't you say it would take an hour? I was planning to take a shower before eating." "Thinking of you, I left work early." "Oh... ah... um..."
Before H could finish speaking, I pulled her tightly into my arms and kissed her lips fiercely. Then, she opened her captivating eyes wide, slowly closed them, and began to respond passionately to me, her mouth uttering "um, ah" sounds that kept tempting me.
I picked H up and gently placed her on the bed, then kissed her from her lips to her earlobe, and then down her neck. When I reached her chest, I gently pulled open her bath towel... "Ah? No." Instantly, a beautiful woman's body was presented before me, with long, straight legs, a flat stomach, sparse downy hair, and her two pink nipples already erect.
H's face was flushed, and she turned her head away, not daring to look at me, panting softly.
I took one in my mouth and gently bit down. "Ah, be gentle, it hurts," H couldn't help but cry out.
I kissed her from one jade rabbit to the other, leaving a trail of saliva. H's moans grew louder and louder. My hand slid down her back, gently squeezing H's pert buttocks. With each squeeze, H would arch her back and let out a soft "Mmm."
I slowly kissed downwards, past H's navel, then parted her legs. That area was still pink, indicating she hadn't been there often, but her opening was already soaking wet, even the sheets were stained.
"Darling, you're so wet."
"Don't say it, it's all because of you."
"Okay, okay, I won't say it."
I wouldn't say it, but I could at least do it. I parted H's labia and pressed my lips against them, licking her clitoris with my tongue, the taste slightly fishy.
"Oh! Ah...no...don't!"
H trembled the moment I started licking, and with each lick, she shuddered, moaning "Oh, ah."
Then I lay down beside H, side-by-side, letting her lick me too. We did 69.
H hesitated for a moment, then slowly grasped my penis with her hand, gently licked it with her tongue, and after a few licks, took it in. But H clearly lacked experience, and I kept getting hurt by her teeth.
After I licked H until she trembled uncontrollably and clearly had an orgasm, I lifted H's legs and placed them on my shoulders, then slowly entered her. It was tight, really tight. H's delicate eyebrows furrowed, clearly gritting her teeth to endure it. "Slower, slower, yours is so big, it hurts a little." "Oh, okay, how long has it been since you did it? You seem like a virgin." "His isn't as big as yours, and he rarely comes back, so we rarely do it." I slowed down, then kissed H while kneading her breasts. After she adjusted for a while, I slowly entered her a little more.
Finally, it felt like I hit something; I knew it was H's cervix. I was fully inside, and H relaxed her brow.
Then I slowly increased the speed, and H seemed to adapt. Her expression changed from pain to lust, and she became increasingly wet. Several times I wiped myself with paper before going in. Her moans grew louder, and several times I covered her mouth with mine, afraid the neighbors would knock on the wall.
Half an hour later, I asked her if she wanted to ejaculate outside. H said it was okay, she was in her safe period. So after a period of rapid movement, we collapsed together, and H hugged me tightly, resting her head on my chest with a sweet smile.
After a while, H said, "I'm so happy to be able to lean on you again." "It's sexual bliss, isn't it? You were moaning so loudly just now, did you orgasm several times?" "Yeah, it's the first time I've felt this way. Were you really moaning that loudly just now?" "Yes, I bet no one lives next door. If a single man lived there, he'd be in trouble." "Haha, let him be envious." After we rested for a while, I asked H if she was hungry. H said she was a little hungry, so I carried H to the bathroom to wash up, and then took her out for a Western meal and ordered a bottle of red wine.
Slightly drunk, we returned to the room. Perhaps it was the alcohol that numbed us, or perhaps it was because H had completely let loose this time after the first time. We went from the bed to the chair, to the table, to the bathroom, and lasted for a particularly long time. In the end, H couldn't even make a sound anymore, and could only respond with "mmm".
After the passion subsided, H lay in my arms, tracing patterns on my chest with her fingers, and said, "I only wanted to see you once, but it turned out like this." "Do you regret it?" H gently shook her head, smiling, and said, "No regrets, but I do regret not giving myself to you sooner. If only I had met you before we got married." "Yeah, that's what I thought too." "I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Ah? So soon? You just wanted to see me once and then leave, right?" "Yes, I just wanted to see you. Don't come to see me off tomorrow. I don't want you to see me leave in tears." "No, I'll come to see you off."
"No, please, don't see me off. Really, having this wonderful memory with you is enough. Don't make me cry, don't make me feel sad. Otherwise, I'll really stay and try to steal your husband from your wife." After saying that, H started kissing me again. It seems she wanted to have her fill.
After our passionate encounter, H took my hand and laid it on her head, saying, "Wait until I fall asleep before you leave, okay?" How could I refuse such a request? So, after H drifted off to sleep, emitting soft snores, I gently tucked her in, gave her a light kiss, and went home.
The next day, I found out H's flight and waited at the airport early. I watched her get out of the car, walk into the airport, go through security, and occasionally look back as if searching for something.
My heart suddenly felt heavy. Back at the company, I resolutely applied to work at a branch office, but I couldn't say I wanted to go to the branch office in H's city. In the end, I went to the branch office in a city near H's, and now we often fly to see each other.

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