I went to the department where the pregnant young woman was.

I live in a small city in northern China and work in a department. I'm going to tell you about something that happened six years ago. There were about ten people in my department, mostly women. My colleague across from me, Ping, was a beautiful young woman my age, 1.67 meters tall, slim, cheerful, always smiling, and with a very good temper. We'd been colleagues for years, and I'd never seen her argue with anyone. We got along well, often playing cards together in our free time, and we frequently helped each other at work. Let me explain my job: at the end of each month, I had to compile some reports, which wasn't an easy task for a man, because sitting there calculating and compiling statistics was really tedious. I hated compiling reports, and Ping always helped me with that. Women are definitely better at this than men; they're more meticulous and can sit still longer. A little while later, Ping helped me finish checking one set of reports, but the one I checked myself still had some data discrepancies. Ping, annoyed by my carelessness, took the report to check it for me. She quickly spotted the problem and started scolding me, "Idiot, what are your eyes for? Come and look! It's wrong here!" We usually have a good relationship, so we often joke around and no one takes it to heart. She always calls me "careless" and "idiot." I admired how quickly she found the problem, so I got up and went behind Ping to see where the error was in the report. I stood behind Ping, and she sat there pointing to the errors in the report. That's when I accidentally saw Ping's chest! She was wearing a loose maternity dress with a very low neckline. She was sitting in a chair, and I could clearly see through the neckline. Underneath the maternity dress was a loose white tank top, and I could clearly see Ping's breasts, but not her nipples. I felt my blood rush to my head, and I got an erection. Ping was still pointing at the report and lecturing me, but I couldn't hear what she was saying; I was just staring at her breasts. I had been married for less than a year at the time, and I wasn't lacking in sex, plus my wife was very beautiful.The text appears to be a jumbled collection of phrases and sentences, seemingly from different sources. A coherent translation isn't meaningful without context. It includes references to adult content, women, and women, and mentions of a pregnant woman named Ping. A more accurate description would be: "I saw the error, I saw it." The text then shifts to a discussion of Ping's appearance and her appearance, followed by a mention of her husband being away and her being alone. A more accurate description would be: "I chatted with her while admiring the beautiful pregnant woman across from me, wondering what her nipples looked like..." The text then shifts again to a discussion of pregnancy, with Ping asking, "Has Mei (my wife) started having any problems?" "I said not yet, and Ping said, 'You've been married for so long, when are you planning to have a baby?' I said we'll see. Just then, Ping suddenly cried out, 'Ouch!' I immediately asked, 'What's wrong?' Ping said, 'This little thing is kicking me.' I said, 'How strong can it be? It's so small, why are you making such a fuss?' Ping said, 'What do you know? It's not even inside your belly. Sometimes it kicks in the wrong place and it hurts.' I said, 'Is it that strong?' Ping said, 'You bet! When it kicks me, I can feel its little toes from the outside.' I said, 'You're talking nonsense, I don't believe you.' Ping said, 'Don't believe me? Then I'll let you feel it.'" "After saying that, she got up and came to me, pointing to her protruding belly. I sat there and gently touched the upper part of her belly. Ping said, 'Not here.' She pulled my hand and placed it next to her belly button, saying, 'This little thing loves to kick here. If you put it here, it will kick you in a little while.' Because my previously erect penis had already shrunk after I was editing the report, when I placed my hand on Ping's belly, even through her skirt, my penis quickly became erect again. Even now, I firmly believe that Ping was definitely not intentionally seducing me. She considered me a good friend or wanted to show me her pride in becoming a mother. She probably had no guard up at the time and didn't know that I had already developed impure thoughts about her. I placed my hand on Ping's belly, and sure enough, I felt a little foot kick me after a while. This time, Ping cried out 'Ouch!' and then said triumphantly, 'Did you feel that?' I nodded and said, 'That's fun.' Ping said, 'Fun?'" "Then why don't you hurry up and work hard, so you can touch Mei's belly every day, hehehe..." I smiled, but my hand was still on Ping's belly and didn't leave. Ping said, "Okay, I'm a little hungry now. Look, only the two of us are working hard. Everyone else has left, so let's go too. I can buy some food on the way." I said, "What's the rush? This little guy is so cute. I haven't touched him enough yet. The one that kicked me just now must have been his left foot. Let me see where his right foot is." "My hand was on Ping's stomach and hadn't moved. Now, I slowly moved my hand to the other side. Ping didn't say anything, just smiled at me. She probably found it funny that I was being mysterious about her big belly. My hand slowly moved down a little more, and through her maternity dress, I felt the elastic band of her underwear. Then I moved up and down again, this time my hand touched just below the elastic band. At this moment, I was thinking about what to do next. What if Ping got angry? We're good friends and work across from each other. What would happen if she got angry? Just then, Ping said, 'Okay? Let's go.' I suddenly thought of a solution and looked up at her, asking, 'Can this little guy talk in there?' Ping said, 'You're talking nonsense. What can he say now? Even if he did, who could hear him?' She chuckled and said, 'He can already kick people, but he can't talk? Let me hear.'" "After saying that, I turned my head to put my ear to her stomach. Ping probably felt it was inappropriate and leaned back slightly, but I quickly put my ear to her stomach anyway. My hand also naturally rested on her stomach, because my ear was near her navel, and my hand was under the elastic band of her underwear. I did this very casually, and Ping didn't say anything, so I didn't know what her expression was. As I slowly moved my ear on Ping's stomach, I said, 'Little one, talk to me, Uncle is listening.' My hand slowly moved down a little further, and then Ping grabbed my hand with one hand and pushed my head with the other, gently saying, 'Don't do this, we should go.' I grabbed her hand that was pushing my head with one hand, my ear still pressed tightly against her stomach, and gently stroked her lower abdomen with the other hand. She clearly increased the pressure in her hand, 'Don't do this, it would be bad if someone came and saw us like this, we should go.'" "This time, I could hear a hint of fear in her voice. Actually, our department is on the fourth floor (the top floor), along with the conference room and archives. Usually, very few people besides those in our department go up to the fourth floor, especially since it's the weekend, and everyone in the office has probably already left. I was terrified Ping would get angry. Looking back now, if she had scolded me harshly, I think I would have given up and run away. But she only spoke to me softly, without being harsh, which emboldened me. I don't know if..." Excitement or the heat? I noticed Ping's hands were sweaty. I gently pulled my hand away and started caressing her again. Before, I hadn't dared to move my hands, but now I was truly caressing her. I wasn't in a hurry to touch her crotch; I just gently stroked her lower abdomen from side to side. Ping grabbed my hand again, and I struggled to free myself once more. I slowly turned my face towards her and gently kissed her belly, then slowly moved upwards. When I kissed her breasts, she suddenly trembled, pushed my head away with her hand, and said in a very soft voice... "Don't do this." I persisted in kissing her breasts, kissing her nipples through her skirt. Even through the two layers of fabric, I could clearly feel her large nipples. I stuck out my tongue and licked the raised nipples. My hand slowly slipped under Ping's wide maternity dress and touched her thigh. Ping trembled again and tried to grab my hand, but I easily freed it from under the skirt. I touched the inside of her thigh and slowly moved upwards. Although Ping tried hard to close her legs, I still... I reached her underwear. I slowly stood up and put my arms around Ping's waist. The moment our eyes met, she awkwardly looked away. I noticed then that her face was beautiful. Because of Ping's large belly pressing against me, I had to lean forward slightly. I kissed her forehead and cheeks, but she pulled away when I tried to kiss her lips. My hand slowly moved upwards, finding the zipper of her maternity dress and gently pulling it down. Ping felt it, looked up at me nervously, and whispered, "What are you doing?" "This is the office, in a bit..." Before she could finish, I seized the opportunity to kiss Ping's lips. My tongue wanted to slip inside, but she clenched her teeth tightly, so I could only lick her lips and gums. I continued to gently pull down the zipper of her skirt, and when I was halfway down, I could feel the bottom edge of her tank top underneath. I slipped my hand inside and touched Ping's skin; her back was smooth and felt wonderful. I slowly stroked it, trying to be as gentle as possible. I gently pulled down her skirt; Ping's maternity dress was loose, and I easily pulled it off her shoulders. Ping's arms were tightly wrapped around her. She was holding up her skirt, but by then I could already touch her breasts through her tank top. Slowly, I slipped my hand under the tank top and gently stroked her breasts and nipples. Ping's breasts weren't very large, but they felt full, and her nipples were big and erect. I wanted to see them, so I left Ping's lips and slowly kissed downwards. Ping didn't stop me, but she tightly gripped her skirt with both arms to prevent me from pulling it down any further. I saw Ping's areola and nipple, brownish, the nipple like a grape. I began to suckle. I heard Ping's breathing quicken, and I suckled even harder. I was sucking, my hands constantly kneading her breasts. At that moment, I tasted a faint, salty flavor in my mouth—a liquid secreted from Ping's nipples (I later learned it was called "milk essence," a very good thing). I found it a little strange, but didn't think much of it, and besides, the taste was quite pleasant. As I was passionately sucking, Ping suddenly spoke, "You've dirtied my body." Her voice was soft and gentle. I immediately felt an unbearable urge, and I kissed Ping's lips again. This time, she didn't clench her teeth, and my tongue easily entered, followed by a vigorous... I stirred her tongue around, and although Ping didn't cooperate, she didn't stop me either, just letting my tongue swirl around in her mouth... I slowly pulled Ping closer, wanting her to sit in my chair. Ping hesitated a bit, but with my insistence, she sat down. I immediately turned around, closed the office door, and turned off the lights. When I returned to Ping's side, I noticed that her skirt, which had been pulled down, had been pulled up to her shoulders, and she was holding the top of the skirt with her hands. The office was somewhat dim, and in front of me was a beautiful young woman with a large pregnant belly. Although Ping and I had been colleagues for several years and had spent a lot of time together,But it was only then that I truly noticed her beauty and allure. My strongest thought was—to have her! I reached for Ping's hand, but she stubbornly held onto her skirt. I stared at her, and she immediately looked away. Then I saw her legs; her maternity skirt reached her knees, and when she sat down, a small section of her thighs above her knees was exposed. I began to slowly caress her. After the earlier foreplay, it didn't take long before I slipped my hand inside her skirt, moving upwards from her smooth thighs to her panties. I gently stroked her vulva through her panties. Soon, I felt Ping's breathing quicken. Because Ping's legs were tightly pressed together, I couldn't reach the area between them. I reached out to pull her legs down... Ping immediately grabbed her panties. Seeing her resolute expression, I didn't press further, but continued to touch her vulva through the panties. I forcefully moved my hand towards the inside of her thighs. This time, Ping yielded, her legs not clamped as tightly. I touched the middle and felt something damp. My fingers tried to slip inside the panties along the edge, but Ping tried to stop me. I was very firm, and she probably sensed it too. I quickly pulled away and pulled the edge of her panties to the side. Ping even subtly lifted her buttocks, making it easy for me to pull that part of her panties aside. I could clearly feel Ping's labia now; they felt plump and thick, much fuller than my wife's labia (I later learned that a woman's genitals swell considerably during pregnancy). When I touched below the labia, I could clearly feel a sticky fluid secreted from inside. I lifted Ping's skirt, and because of the dim light, I could vaguely see dark pubic hair and two large, rounded labia. They were indeed quite large, but I couldn't make out the color. I was already very aroused, so I tried to put my mouth to hers. Ping tried desperately to push my head away with her hands, but I still managed to lick her labia. They had a fishy smell, but it was quite stimulating. Because Ping kept pushing my head away, and because she was sitting there, I couldn't lick below her labia. It was also quite uncomfortable to bend over, so I moved forward by holding Ping's buttocks to spread her legs wider. I forcefully spread Ping's legs apart, and now I could lick her entire labia. As I licked, I stroked Ping's buttocks, belly, and breasts with my hands. I felt Ping's secretions increasing, and with my saliva, her lower body was a complete mess. At this moment, Ping's hands, which had been pushing my head away, slowly relaxed and gently rested on my head, but she didn't move. I slowly pulled her skirt down again and lifted her tank top up to her breasts. At this point, Ping was almost half-naked, with only the tank top pulled up to her neck and the skirt covering her large belly. I was still licking Ping's labia, caressing her buttocks, breasts, and belly. This went on for about ten minutes. I could clearly hear Ping's heavy breathing and see that she was very wet down there. Feeling that I was almost there, I quietly unzipped my pants. After so much stimulation, my penis was so hard it felt like it was about to burst. It was more like it just popped out of my pants than being pulled out by hand. I stood up and supported Ping's thighs with my hands, my penis aimed straight for her genitals. Ping, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened them and saw what I was doing. Suddenly, she seemed to go crazy, breaking free of my hands and standing up. She pulled her skirt back up to her shoulders and said, "X Lin, you can't do this, or I'll never speak to you again!" I saw that Ping's face was bright red, which was a little scary. I thought she meant it. My penis, which had been erect just moments before, quickly shrunk and drooped. Ping's chest heaved violently. I was terrified. She was six or seven months pregnant. What if something really happened...? I felt ashamed. We were good friends, and Ping had been so good to me. She was pregnant, and yet I wanted to have sex with her. I was such a beast! We stood there frozen for about half a minute before I broke the silence. "Let me help you zip it up," I said, trying to help Ping zip up the back of her skirt, as she was having difficulty doing it herself. Ping probably realized she'd been too harsh on me earlier. After all, we'd been friends for a long time. She gave a soft "hmm" and slowly turned around. I quickly tucked my penis back into my pants and zipped up Ping's skirt. I said, "Then I'll take you home." Ping didn't say anything, which was her tacit agreement. Our crazy behavior in the office ended badly. I felt guilty afterwards, thinking I'd never have any more impure thoughts about Ping, and that this would never happen again. But soon, the next scene unfolded… I finally slept with her. Because of the office incident, Ping and I were both very awkward at work on Monday, avoiding each other's gaze. Relatively speaking, I was a little better off; Ping had changed more. Ping was usually talkative and friendly, but suddenly she became quiet, especially towards me. My colleagues thought something had happened to Ping's family. Older colleagues asked her what was wrong, and Ping always just smiled and said, "Nothing, nothing." But only I knew the real reason. Ping stopped taking my car when she went out, and I always left early to avoid lingering in the office and making things awkward between us. About a month passed like this, and Ping gradually returned to her original personality, becoming cheerful again. However, she was still a little awkward when talking to me, usually only discussing work-related matters and rarely engaging in casual conversation. That day, the company distributed employee benefits—a huge pile of toiletries, including soap, shampoo, and other odds and ends, filling two large boxes. The women received an extra box of sanitary napkins compared to the men. Because I have a car, I became quite popular, and my colleagues all asked me to help deliver their things home. After two trips, I still hadn't delivered things to several people in the department, including Ping. It was then that I heard from the department head that I learned Ping's husband had been away arresting someone for several days. Ping would have told me this much earlier. The section chief said, "Someone will come to pick up our things soon. Ping's husband isn't home, so you can help take her things back." Ping quickly said no, she would ask her brother to pick them up. I also hurriedly said, "Section Chief, let me take them back for you first." Our section chief looked at us strangely and said, "Hey, aren't you two best friends? What's going on? Did you have a fight?" I thought, "Oh no, it wouldn't be good if my colleagues noticed anything." I quickly winked at Ping and said, "Then I'll take them back for you first. I have a car ready, so don't ask your brother to come." Ping probably sensed something and quickly said, "Okay." As soon as we got in the car, Ping sat in the back (she always sat next to me in my car before, and she wasn't happy about sitting in the back). She didn't say a word the whole way, until I broke the silence, "Are you still angry with me?" "No, not at all," Ping replied casually. I tried to make conversation, "Jianguo (Ping's husband) is away on a business trip?" Ping said yes. I said, "You're in this condition and he still goes out. It must be so inconvenient for you to be home alone." Ping said, "Isn't that how it is for detectives? It's not the first time. I'm not staying at home; I'm staying at my parents' house." I then asked, "Where are you sending this?" Ping said, "To my own home." I tried to find various topics to talk about with Ping, and she gradually opened up and started smiling at me. Before long, we were both having a very pleasant conversation. We arrived. Ping's apartment was on the sixth floor. I started carrying my things up. The August heat was intense. Someone like me, who doesn't do physical labor and doesn't like exercising, was already drenched in sweat and my legs were weak after just one trip up six flights of stairs. Plus, those heavy things like soap and shampoo were incredibly heavy. Ping was watching the car and the things downstairs. Seeing my sweaty face, she said, "Take a break before you carry more. Look at you, all sweaty." I realized then that Ping really cared about me. Having a beautiful woman care about you naturally gives you strength, and besides, few men would pretend to be weak in front of a woman. After three trips, I was completely exhausted, panting heavily. Ping invited me to rest at her place. She turned up the air conditioning and brought out some chilled drinks. I washed my face and hands and sat on the sofa to drink. I was truly utterly exhausted. Ping said, "You look really exhausted today. Even a lazybones can be useful sometimes, haha..." I looked at Ping and said, "That's only because I was helping you. I wouldn't care if it were someone else. The people I just delivered were their own family members who came out to carry things. They even had to give me cigarettes and drinks to thank me for helping them deliver things." Hearing my words, Ping seemed to suddenly remember something. She lowered her head and said softly, "I know you're good to me." Only then did I notice that Ping was still wearing that blue floral maternity dress. I suddenly recalled that crazy scene in the office, and the evil thoughts I had sworn never to have again began to stir in my heart. Ping kept her head down. I watched her fair arms and beautiful little hands, my emotions surging. I said, "I'm so sorry about last time... I... You didn't say anything to Jianguo, did you?" "He asked if I'd been upset at work. I said I'd argued with someone. He advised me to think positively and take care of myself. Do you think I'd be so stupid as to tell him?" Ping raised her head and continued, "You're crazy." A slight smile played on her lips. I was incredibly excited. "Would you let me touch the little guy's feet again?" I'm sure my voice trembled. "Don't even think about it," Ping's face flushed again, but I couldn't see any anger in her. I noticed the smile still lingering on her lips. I stood up, went to Ping's side, and bravely took her hand, saying, "Your hands are so beautiful." Ping lowered her head again, trying to pull her hand away, but I persisted, and she gave up.At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I bent down and kissed her hair and earlobes. Ping had her eyes closed, and I kissed her lips. This time, Ping's teeth offered no resistance, and my tongue easily entered her mouth, beginning to swirl violently... It felt like there was a fire inside me, about to burn and explode. I had no interest in any more foreplay. I reached behind Ping and touched her zipper. At that moment, Ping leaned forward slightly. I pulled her zipper all the way down and quickly pulled down her skirt. Then I lifted her tank top and sucked hard on her nipple. I felt her tank top was in the way, so I took it off. I pulled it up, and Ping hesitated for a moment before raising her hands. I took off her tank top. The light in Ping's house was good; sunlight streamed in from outside, and I could now admire her breasts closely. Because of her pregnancy, Ping's areolas and nipples were dark brown, with several bluish veins around them. I licked and sucked on them with my tongue, and I noticed that Ping's milk production was significantly higher than before. My hand slipped under Ping's skirt, touching her large belly, then down, and down again, reaching her underwear and touching her hairy vulva. Ping tightly clamped her legs together. I panted heavily and began to pull down her skirt. This time, she didn't lift her buttocks to cooperate. I looked up at Ping and found that she was also looking at me, biting her lip and gently shaking her head at me. At this point, could I still control myself? I continued to pull her skirt down forcefully, and finally, it came down. Ping was now only wearing her underwear. I don't know if it's a fetish, but I really like women's feet, especially small ones. I held Ping's feet and kissed them. I noticed that Ping's feet were swollen, plump and resembling pig's trotters. I asked her curiously what happened, and Ping said, "It's like this since I got pregnant." I observed carefully and found that her calves were also somewhat swollen. I started kissing her thighs, slowly moving upwards. I saw several bluish veins on the base of Ping's fair thighs, and I saw that the skin on her lower abdomen was swollen and mottled, with white marks appearing on it. I started licking her mottled belly, then her panties, and through them, I licked her vulva. Perhaps because of the heat, there was a slightly pungent smell, but in that environment, that smell acted like an aphrodisiac, making me incredibly excited. I wanted to remove her last defense. I easily pulled off her panties, squatted down, spread Ping's legs, and licked her labia with abandon until it became a muddy puddle. At this moment, I looked up and secretly glanced at Ping, noticing that her eyes were closed and her brows were slightly furrowed. I got up to kiss Ping's lips, but she dodged away, softly saying, "No, it stinks." I said, "You think yours stinks?" Ping's lips curled up slightly, and she giggled a few times. I saw that she was very happy at that moment; her faint smile was so beautiful. I can still recall her posture then, savoring the memory. Regardless of whether it stinked or not, we started kissing again, and Ping gently placed her hand on my shoulder. I took her hand and placed it on my erect crotch. She tried to pull away, but I persisted, holding her hand and letting her stroke my penis. Our breathing grew heavier, and I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants and underwear. At this moment, Ping covered her eyes with her hands. I don't know if she peeked at my penis when I took off my underwear. I chuckled twice and took off my shirt. We were both naked and embracing. The sofa in Ping's house was too low, so I had to kneel down. I held my penis and rubbed it against Ping's labia. When I tried to enter, Ping pushed my penis away and whispered, "Will it be okay?" I saw hesitation on her face, and I knew she was worried about the baby in her belly. I said, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." I slowly moved my penis towards her vulva. Actually, Ping's vagina was already very wet. I easily entered her body and began to slowly thrust. Ping looked at me and placed one hand on the base of my penis, probably afraid that I would go in too deep. I thrust very gently and stimulated her clitoris with my fingers. As I continued to thrust, Ping's vagina became more and more slippery. She slowly relaxed and stopped looking at me. Instead, she closed her eyes, rested her head on the back of the sofa, and enjoyed the pleasure. To be honest, I felt really uncomfortable looking at Ping. Usually, our eyes meet in the office, but here we were naked, and my penis was inside her. I was thrusting passionately, kneading Ping's breasts, watching the clear liquid trickle from her nipples, flowing onto my hands and dripping onto her stomach. I strained my neck to suckle the slightly salty milk, the intense pleasure pounding through my nerves. Although I wanted to portray myself as incredibly powerful, the truth is I was utterly useless; I couldn't withstand the intense stimulation and ejaculated inside Ping in about ten minutes. During this time, Ping only moaned softly. When I finished, I asked her, "Were you satisfied?" Ping just giggled softly. I think she might not have reached orgasm, but a man deflates like a punctured balloon after ejaculation; I was too weak to thrust any further. After we finished, we went to the bathroom to shower together. When we came out, we were still naked. I hugged Ping and kissed her on the sofa. I glanced up and saw a photo of Ping and her husband on the wall. I felt a pang of unease. We were friends, and I had slept with someone else's wife. I was also filled with intense fear. What if Ping's husband suddenly came back? I might be dead. He always carried a Type 54 pistol. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I decided to run away as quickly as possible. That's how Ping, my female colleague and best friend, and I completed our first, less-than-perfect, sexual encounter. It was also our only time together.

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