[A Passionate Encounter at First Sight] (The End) Author: Mad Scientist

Author: Mad Scientist
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The early autumn chill was in the air, but my heart was in turmoil.

My wife was having a bad day at work and had caught a cold due to the cold weather, leaving me burning with pent-up desire with nowhere to vent. Then, my
boss unexpectedly assigned me to attend a meeting in the far west, to be reprimanded by the big boss.

The big boss had a packed schedule, compressing the three-day meeting into two, leaving the third day free.

I was the scapegoat for two days, getting yelled at until I was completely disoriented, and extremely annoyed. On the last day, I just
stayed in the hotel, sleeping, watching movies, sleeping, watching movies.

Around 6 PM, I groggily scrolled through my WeChat Moments and immediately felt wide awake.

The reason for my awakening wasn't the food, of course, but the beautiful women.

A female colleague from another branch office was also here for the meeting, posting many
photos . Let's call her H.

H works for another branch office, far from my own, and I only occasionally
run into her .

My first meeting with H was in the dead of winter, at a conference. Her flight was delayed, and
the conference staff, shivering from the cold, left early.

Since I was the second to last to arrive, the staff gave me her room key and meal vouchers to give
to her. I didn't think much of it and accepted them.

She arrived at the hotel around 3 a.m. and called to ask for her room key. I told her to wait outside her room while
I brought it to her. I wrapped myself in a down jacket and wore dress pants before heading over.

Her room was in another building, requiring me to walk through a 50-meter-long corridor on the first floor. I was shivering with cold
when sneezing as I said, "It's my pleasure to serve such a beautiful lady."

She took the key apologetically and politely asked, "Would you like to come inside and warm up before going back?"

Thinking only of my warm bed, I declined. During the subsequent conference, my sneezes echoed throughout the venue for days, and the leaders glared at me

every time they saw me .
Every time our eyes met, she would give me an apologetic smile. This contrast left me both amused and exasperated.

After a few casual encounters, we gradually added each other on WeChat and exchanged lukewarm greetings. At the same time, I subtly
inquired about many of her private matters.

Her husband was her master's classmate; they had dated for two years and been married for three, but had no children. Both of them were physiologically
healthy, but she just couldn't conceive. Therefore, a major taboo in our conversations was pregnancy or children.

During this meeting, I was so engrossed in being scolded by the big boss and drawing little figures of him in my notebook that I completely missed
her presence.

I immediately liked and commented on her post on WeChat Moments, and also privately complimented her on how beautiful she was becoming.

She replied quickly, asking if I had eaten dinner. She had found a supposedly excellent Western restaurant and wanted to
treat me as a thank you for the gift card she had given me last time.

With such a beautiful woman's invitation, the previous gloom instantly vanished, and I tidied myself up and headed to the meeting.

She wore a beige trench coat, a black undershirt, a gray skirt, and sheer black stockings—simple, stylish, and elegant.

While eating, she told me about the sights she'd visited and the food she'd eaten over the past three days.

I joked that women are like little trains, always clattering and clattering around.

Her smile was radiant, breathtakingly beautiful.

After a few glasses of red wine, she became slightly tipsy, sometimes complaining about work troubles and family琐事, sometimes
reminiscing about the simplicity of high school and the romance of university, and sometimes sharing her dreams and aspirations.

Before I knew it, it was 11 pm.

I paid the bill, carrying her bags of shopping in my left hand and supporting her left arm with my right. Gradually, she
went from passively being supported to actively linking her arm with mine, as intimate as a couple. Her long , flowing hair
swayed in the autumn breeze, stirring my desires; her heaving breasts brushed against my arm, I could
feel their softness and warmth.

As we approached the hotel, she let go of my hand, deliberately keeping a certain distance, probably afraid of
being seen by other colleagues.

In the elevator, we each pressed our own floor buttons. Then I canceled my own floor and said, "
Let me take your spoils back to your room!" Her cheeks flushed, her beauty captivating.

She opened the door, and I stood in the doorway, handing her my bag. She reached for it, then
withdrew , asking, "Want to come inside and warm up before going back?"

At that moment, in this situation, even the most resolute warrior would find it hard to resist such temptation.

I carried the bag in one hand and put my arm around her waist with the other, leading her into her room.

As the door clicked shut automatically, I kissed her lips. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and passionately
responded to my kiss. Her tongue, like a nimble snake, darted into my mouth, exploring every corner.

I took off her trench coat and vigorously kneaded her shapely buttocks.

She wiggled her hips, responding to my caresses while rubbing her genitals against my erection. She skillfully
unbuckled my belt, pulled my penis out of my underwear, and quickly began stroking it with her hand.

I lifted her skirt, pulled her underwear down to her knees, and made her turn around, bend over, and lean against
the headboard . Her genitals were already soaking wet; no caresses were needed, and I thrust into her directly from behind.

Her tightness was like that of a virgin, making it hard to believe she had been married for three years.

I thrust into her forcefully from behind, pushing her black undershirt up from her waist to her chest with both hands.
Through her purple lace bra, her two large, white breasts seemed about to burst from the cups.

I unhooked her bra with one hand and immediately grasped her breasts with the other. Soft, full, and
smooth , her nipples were erect.

Her vagina was so tight that even after drinking, I couldn't last more than a few minutes.

Just before ejaculating, I stopped inside her, taking the opportunity to remove my clothes and her top and stockings.
Only her skirt covered our bodies.

The urge to ejaculate subsided, and I began a new round of thrusting. Her plump buttocks, slender waist, and breasts, her fair
skin rosy from my caresses, were a visual spectacle far more sensual than the sensation in my hands.

She was starting to lose her balance, turning around and saying, "Let me on top."

I slowly withdrew my penis, and just when she thought I was really going to pull it out, I thrust in a few more times. She hadn't
expected this, and she collapsed heavily onto the bed, burying her head in the covers.

I pulled out my penis, put on a condom I'd brought from my room, and lay down on the bed. She climbed on top of me, without taking it off.
She sat down directly on top of me, her skirt billowing.

A few seconds of emptiness followed by the stimulation of the condom's raised dots, and she groaned loudly—
the first time she'd cried out since entering the room.

She braced her hands against my chest, her buttocks raised high, each thrust penetrating fully
. Her short skirt billowed around her waist, her pubic hair peeking through. I gripped her breast with one hand and held her waist with the other.

Suddenly, she cried out, and I felt

her vagina tighten dramatically; she was about to climax. I moved in sync with her, sitting down and lifting, thrusting my hips forcefully, pounding into her. The last
few thrusts were especially tight, to the point that I could barely penetrate, while she nestled shyly against my chest, feeling
my ejaculation with each stroke.

And so, she lay on top of me, my already ejaculated penis still inside her.

I pulled the blanket over us, stroking her bare back and shapely buttocks. Her breasts were pressed
between us, her nipples still erect.

Afterwards, she told me that she and her husband had been trying to conceive for the past two years, only having sex during their fertile window. At other
times, her husband wouldn't touch her, afraid of losing control and wasting his sperm. These past few days, her period had just ended, and she'd been holding
back for a long time, so it was my turn. I smiled mischievously and pulled her even tighter into my arms. We

lay there for a long time before she got up, kissed me, lifted her buttocks, pulled my penis out, and went to
the bathroom to shower.

I lay on the bed, reminiscing about how we met and dated, and the passion we'd just shared.

The steam in the bathroom made the frosted glass slightly transparent, and her beautiful body and graceful figure were vaguely visible.
My penis, which had just softened, started to stir again. I took off the condom, and it became hard again.

I pushed open the bathroom door, and she instinctively covered her chest with her hands, then splashed some water at me.
I didn't dodge; I went straight to her, hugged her, and licked her ear. She went limp in my arms again.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, and she instinctively knelt down, washing my penis with the shower water
before taking it into her mouth. Her tongue was still so agile, without a trace of teeth.

Watching my penis slide into her mouth as if it were her vagina, a surge of satisfaction and a desire to conquer
overwhelmed me.

She swallowed and released for a while, then, sensing my extreme hardness, she released it.

I hastily dried ourselves with a towel, picked her up facing me, and wrapped her legs around my waist—
the position was perfect—allowing my penis to easily slip into her vagina.

As I thrust, I carried her to the bed, placed her on top, and used the most traditional missionary
position , nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

Having just ejaculated and having drunk alcohol, my penis was much less sensitive, so with this intermittent, shallow and
deep thrusting, it took about half an hour before I felt the urge to ejaculate.

She whispered in my ear, "Shoot inside!"

I don't think any man in that situation would rationally put on a condom. I didn't care that she hadn't gotten
pregnant in two years, I didn't care if she was in her safe period, and I didn't care that her vagina was already convulsing with orgasm
. I thrust in and out at full speed, ejaculating inside her for the first time.

After I finished, I didn't pull out. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her, and we fell asleep like that.

The morning sunlight shone on my face. I lazily opened my eyes. Her warmth and scent still lingered by the bedside, but
she was gone, and there was no sound from the bathroom.

There was a note on the bedside table, written in her elegant handwriting, just like her.

"Thank you for the happiness you gave me. Dreams are beautiful, but they must end. Looking forward to our next chance encounter. h."

Yes, it was all a dream, and I had to wake up. I packed my bags, checked out of the hotel, and left this
city that didn't belong to us, yet once did.

The chill of early autumn crept in.

Postscript:

Although my interactions with h were limited, I was still able to understand each other's personalities from those few interactions.

Giving each other a sense of security was perhaps the primary condition we both valued. We're all married men; we can't
afford to play the game of mistresses and lovers. This kind of chance encounter is the most suitable. Safety first, restraint.

I regretted it afterwards; I shouldn't have ejaculated inside. But considering H's character and personality, she probably wouldn't want
her husband to become a father unintentionally.

I also felt guilty, sorry to my wife and family. But "seize the day
." I'll go back and treat my wife better to make up for my guilt.

[The End]

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