The arrogant office lady

I graduated from university at 23, and two years later, at 25, I slept with a 36-year-old woman in my office. I wasn't married then; we first slept together on a business trip to Beijing. This woman in my office, while not conventionally beautiful, was the most charming, gentle, and considerate woman I'd ever met, with the best figure and a certain artistic refinement.

Actually, when we first started working in the confidential office, I didn't even notice her. Firstly, I was young and focused on the pretty young women in my unit and system, never thinking of paying attention to a mature woman over 30; secondly, she seemed rather arrogant, and I thought, "You don't have the looks to back it up, so why are you so arrogant?" Later, after working together for a while, I learned that her father was a key leader in our higher-level system. Later, as we got to know each other better, I discovered that although God hadn't given my older sister an alluring face, once you looked beyond her haughty exterior, you'd find she was incredibly feminine. She not only swam regularly, maintaining a healthy physique and a beautiful figure, but she also played the piano beautifully.

My closeness with her wasn't due to my height or good looks, but mainly because I came from a traditional, scholarly family, deeply influenced by traditional culture while also possessing a clever and lively personality. Since it was just the two of us in the office, over time, we got to know each other quite well. We discovered we shared many personality traits, which accelerated our growing closeness. Our relationship deepened, and we even developed a kind of telepathic understanding, making going to work every day a pleasant experience. We spent two pure and happy years in this harmonious relationship, until I went on a business trip to Beijing two years later.

In our company, the administrative departments, unlike the operational departments, rarely had opportunities for business trips. So, although that trip was only a short five-day meeting, our leader approved two weeks of travel for us. My trip was ultimately made possible by my older sister, who saw how much I wanted to travel and made efforts for me.

The conference was supposed to last five days, but only two were actually for the actual meetings. The remaining three days were arranged by the organizing committee for participants from all over the country to visit the Xikang Grassland and the Ming Tombs. We didn't participate in the activities arranged by the organizing committee; instead, my older sister took me sightseeing around Beijing. She had studied at a university in Beijing and was quite familiar with the city. On the first day, we went to the Forbidden City, Xidan, and Wangfujing, among other places. On the second day, we went to Fragrant Hills. We returned late and tired, but we were very happy. After dinner and a shower, I went to my older sister's room to chat. Beijing's autumn was cool and pleasant, with a bright moon hanging in the sky, casting a soft, tranquil silvery glow. Later, we turned off the room lights, opened a bottle of red wine, and talked in the moonlight. From people and events at work, to our first impressions of each other when I first arrived at the office, to descriptions of moonlight in ancient Chinese poetry, our conversation gradually became filled with a beautiful and poetic atmosphere. Later, this beautiful feeling gradually transformed into a strange impulse. I got up from the armchair, walked to the bedside, and sat down next to my older sister, gently putting my arms around her shoulders. My sister smiled and didn't refuse.

Quietly holding her, for me, young, the impulse had already transformed into desire. And at that time, I hadn't even had a proper girlfriend. I lowered my head and slowly kissed my sister's neck; her skin, like cream, felt so delicate it seemed like it could break at a touch. At first, my sister gently pushed me away, saying it wasn't right, but later she gave up and let me take liberties with her. When I peeled off my sister's top, her fair and full shoulders and back, and her arms like lotus roots, first came into my view. Through her soft armpits, my hands grasped my sister's two jade-like breasts. I gently pulled my sister into my arms, kissing her earlobe hidden in her hair, feeling as if in a dream. I whispered in my older sister's ear, "If you were in the Tang Dynasty, you would surely be the most beautiful woman in the entire country!" But I saw a single, glistening tear in the silvery moonlight.

That night, I didn't go back to my room. With kisses, caresses, and tenderness, I disarmed her completely, embracing her tightly as we crawled into bed. Like a hungry infant, I greedily suckled at her breasts, my hands clumsily holding her full waist, experiencing for the first time what it meant to be boneless. Later, I parted her legs and, guided by her, entered her body. From the start, I was like a runaway colt; still a virgin, I didn't know anything about foreplay, teasing, or arousing emotions, thrusting wildly until I ejaculated. My first time was with my older sister, a woman I can never forget.

The next day, we didn't go anywhere. My older sister subtly taught me a lot about women. Although I only vaguely understood many parts, I never asked directly. I couldn't bear to break the beautiful, ephemeral feeling that filled our lives. Instead, through three encounters with her that day, I gradually grasped the true meaning of sex. That day, I transformed from a clueless virgin into a passionate man. That night, I once again brought her to a frenzy and a dazed state in bed. Afterwards, while showering in the bathroom, she hugged me tightly, buried her head in my chest, and whispered, "I don't want to go back!"

In the following days, we visited tourist attractions like Mentougou, Shahe Village, and Yanqing Reservoir. These places not only left our footprints but also continuously released my youthful semen into her body.

[The End]

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