[My colleague, a mature woman, schemed against me for my first time] [Author: Jiang Xiaomei]

Hui, the accountant in our bank, is a mature woman I've long admired. She's not only beautiful and charming, but also cheerful, lively, and generous, always hanging out with us young men in our 30s.

She once said to me, "Ping, if you think my daughter is suitable, just marry her." I knew it was a joke; her daughter was only a fifth-grade student, more than ten years younger than me.

I shamelessly replied, "Your daughter is too young; she's more like a mother." I noticed that after hearing that, her face flushed with a rosy glow, a captivating blush spreading across her face.

A woman of her beauty and charm naturally attracts many suitors in the bank, making her the object of desire for many men.

One day, after we finished our business at the head office, we had just gotten into the car when her phone rang with a pleasant ringtone. She looked at the text message for a while, then her face became a little awkward.

I snatched her phone; it turned out to be a message from a leader at head office. The message read: "Hui, if there's anything I can't do, call your big brother. I'll do my best."

She leaned closer to me, self-deprecatingly saying, "That old man, he's just skin and bones, and he's still so lecherous." I looked at her snow-white breasts, which seemed about to burst out of her bra, and said, "Beauty, it's your fault too. Look at what you're dressed like. If I were you, I'd want to take you off too." She raised her hand as if to hit me, and said coquettishly, "You naughty boy, trying to take advantage of me." That day, when I got to work, I noticed that she was in low spirits, looked haggard, and had a dark cloud over her face. When it was time to leave work, she wasn't in a hurry to pick up her daughter like usual. Instead, she lingered in the office. I said to her from outside the door, "Why aren't you leaving? Do you need my help?" She shook her head, but her hand was clicking the mouse randomly. I went closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder, "Are you troubled?" "You're just a kid, what are you guessing?" she replied irritably, but her eyes quickly welled up with tears.

"What happened at home?" I asked seriously.

Her voice trembled with tears as she said, "I had a fight with him, and I don't want to go home." "Yes, don't go back. I'll stay with you. We'll find a place to discuss the divorce properly," I said.

She playfully punched my chest with her small fist, then smiled through her tears: "Who said we were getting a divorce?" The moment I took her hand, she jumped to her feet. We were so close we could feel each other's heavy breathing. The surroundings were eerily quiet; time seemed to freeze, and there was a suffocating tension in the air, like the calm before an impending storm.　　Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, her face tilted back, and her two luscious red lips parted. I swallowed hard, my saliva dripping, and involuntarily lowered my head.

Our faces slowly drew closer, our lips meeting in a slow-motion scene, like a movie. Finally, I touched her soft lips, and she gasped, returning my kiss with a sudden burst of passion. My heart pounded uncontrollably, almost leaping out of my body and hitting the ceiling.

We huddled together on the plump sofa, like two birds, panting and pecking at each other.

Desire, burning fiercely in the quiet, empty office, raged within me. I eagerly searched her body for the place I had longed for, the place that haunted my dreams.

Her round, firm breasts moaned in my hands, her erect nipples trembling. Before I could even remove her shirt and bra, my hand slipped inside her open collar, wantonly kneading her breasts.

She groped me, and with practiced ease, pulled a hard, erect penis from my crotch. Holding it in her slender hand, I felt her tremble as if she'd been electrocuted. She flopped onto the

nearby sofa, her short skirt riding up, and spread her legs. Her gaze was fiery, filled with the allure of a mature woman.

She pulled aside her black lace panties and said, "Come on."

I pounced on her. My penis thrust between her legs like a rumbling war machine. The large glans pounded and struggled against her thick labia, unable to enter. It was she who guided it with her hand until it finally entered her warm, moist vagina, enveloped by a soft, moist embrace.

My heart skipped a beat, my penis throbbed, and a long-suppressed gushing of semen erupted. I was dizzy, powerless, and could only let it flow, surrendering my virginity to the woman I loved.

The sudden, exhilarating ejaculation caught her off guard. She screamed, then bit her lip, suppressing her instinctive moan into helpless gasps.

Her fingernails dug hard into my thigh, a wave of pain drowning out the fleeting pleasure of carnal desire.

Then, she got up and went to the bathroom. I was still staring blankly at the ceiling, still in the hallucination of physical regeneration.

Just then, her phone on the desk rang. I picked it up and saw a message from her husband:

"Honey, dinner's ready, the floor's been mopped, and the clothes' in the washing machine. Didn't we agree to come home early to celebrate our anniversary?"

I shuddered, a feeling of being tricked washing over me. A rush of running water, and she emerged from the bathroom, radiant, looking at me with those sexy, satisfied eyes.

"Actually, you're a bad woman," I said softly.

"You're a bad boy too. Don't ejaculate so quickly next time, okay?" she said gently.

[The End]

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