Office sex

Office Sex (Part 1)
I met her through a friend. My friend told me to call her "Big Sister." She worked at a transportation company, and her parents lived near the company, so she often came to visit. That's how we met. She was five years older than me and had a daughter. At the time, I never imagined that we would fall into a whirlpool of emotions, that I would be constantly preoccupied with her joys and sorrows, and that loving her would be so painful and stressful. Soon after, H was transferred to the company, so we spent more time together. At work, she always enthusiastically helped me solve the problems I encountered, showing the demeanor of a big sister in every way. I admired her very much and was very grateful.
That year, I had no improper thoughts about her and always treated her as a big sister. In my third year at the company, due to the departure of a colleague, the work that used to be shared by three people fell to the two of us. Naturally, we had more contact. Sometimes, when she was alone at night, she would come to the office to chat with me. The conversations became casual, without any awkwardness, and I always treated her as a big sister. Until one day, that feeling faded, and I realized I had fallen in love with this woman who was five years older than me. It happened during a vacation when she went sightseeing and tripped, bruising her thigh. When she returned, she told us and, in her office, lifted her skirt to show me the bruise. When I saw that bruise, my heart ached. I felt that a woman showing a man what should be a private area meant their relationship was ready to move forward.
"Sister, does it hurt?"
"It hurt a lot then, but not so much now. It's just that the bruise looks bad. Is there any medicine that can remove it?"
"I think I saw it in an advertisement. I'll go to the pharmacy and see if they have it. If they do, I'll buy it for you."
So, I went to several pharmacies and easily found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao spray. From that day on, my heart began to feel a pang of longing, and I often thought of her when I was alone. Especially at night, that longing grew stronger. Finally, one night, I called her.
"Sister, is that you? Hello!"
"Is there something you need?"
"Nothing much, I just miss you so much," I said half-jokingly, but it also revealed my true feelings.
"Oh! You're quite the charmer!" We chatted about this and that for a while, and I had already passed the message on to her.
A few days later, in the office again, I finished the documents and handed them to her. Just as she was about to leave, I called out to her.
"Sister!"
"Is there something you need?" I hugged her tightly, and she obediently sat down on the sofa with me, leaning against my chest and resting her head on my shoulder.
"Sister, I'll wait for you to come back! Be careful on the road," I whispered in her ear. "Okay!" I could feel her slightly heavy breathing. Because I had to get things done, I let go of her.
After shipping the goods, we returned to the office. I took out the spray and had her sit in a chair while I applied the medicine. She pulled up her skirt, revealing her injured thigh. I sprayed the medicine evenly on the wound, and she told me that it felt very comfortable when it was first applied, but there was no particular feeling afterward. Our relationship gradually deepened.
One afternoon, we returned from shipping goods at the dock and were resting in the office. It was just the two of us; no one else was there. She lay on the sofa, looking so languid and alluring. I went over and gently stroked her face. She closed her eyes, so I began kissing her cheek, then slowly moved to her lips. I loved her face without any makeup. As my kisses became more passionate, she began to return my kisses, which aroused me even more. I slipped my hand inside her bra, pushed it up, and touched her breasts. They were small, soft, warm, and smooth. Superficially, she didn't have many breasts, but they felt wonderful to the touch—soft, with small, alluring nipples. As my caresses deepened, she began to moan softly, wrapping her arms around me. We kissed passionately, her hips undulating, yearning for something. So I pressed her down beneath me, our lower bodies pressed tightly together, writhing as we kissed passionately, as if trying to draw each other into our bodies. A passion I'd never felt before surged within me; I wanted to melt her into my being.
She moaned with pleasure beneath me, a sound that intoxicated me, drove me mad, and gave me courage and strength. My legs swayed gently between hers, and she readily parted them. I then rubbed my throbbing penis against her vulva through my pants. Because we were in the office, and someone could come in at any moment, I dared not fully let go. I could clearly feel that she needed me; lying beneath me, she arched her back, her thighs bending and spreading apart, her skirt slipping down to her waist, her two long, slender, white legs exuding an alluring charm. I pressed my penis tightly against her vulva, increasing the intensity. My kisses never stopped; I sealed her lips tightly, making it hard for her to breathe.
"You're going to drive me crazy!" she said coquettishly, pulling away from her lips and panting.
I waited for her to catch her breath before sealing her lips with mine again. My hands moved back and forth between her breasts; her small nipples were hard and swollen. Our lower bodies were still rubbing together vigorously. Even through my pants, I could feel the warmth of her genitals, a heat that quickly spread throughout my body, then transformed into a powerful surge of heat that rushed to my lower abdomen, then to my penis, threatening to erupt. I quickly grabbed the foreskin, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me as the powerful heat burst forth. After a brief moment of relief, I returned to her side; she was still lingering, lying limply on the sofa. I couldn't be selfish; I went over and pulled her into my arms, kissing and caressing her. A hand moved back and forth on her leg, gradually moving upwards until it stopped at her vulva. Through her white panties, I rubbed her entire vulva with my palm; her panties were already soaked with arousal fluid, and a few sparse, dark, and shiny pubic hairs peeked out from the sides. I slowly slipped my fingers inside the panties, immediately feeling her hot, moist vulva. Her pubic hair was stiff, like her head hair, and very elastic. I touched further down, finding her clitoris, which had swelled and become very prominent under my caresses. I used my index and middle fingers to probe downwards from the clitoris, separating the two moist labia majora and touching the two soft, moist labia minora. I could feel a continuous flow of arousal fluid from between the labia minora.
I used my index finger to find the source of her vaginal lubrication, and gently, slowly, and very carefully inserted it. I immediately felt her vagina contract sharply, tightly gripping my finger and pulling it away. Her hips began to sway, and my finger moved in and out of her vagina in rhythm with her movements. She began to moan softly again, a sound so intoxicating. Soon, my hand was covered in her fluids. I didn't dare linger too long, afraid someone would come into the office, so I ended my caresses. She was now limp on the sofa. I helped her straighten her clothes and laid her down on the sofa with her feet on the floor. Her face showed signs of pain. She lay there for a while before slowly recovering. The next day, on the way back from the dock, our conversation had become very intimate.
"Sister, were you very upset yesterday?"
"Yes! At that point, if I didn't penetrate, my lower body would feel a pulling pain, and it would take a long time to recover." So women can be like that too.
“Me too. When I get aroused, if I don’t ejaculate, my testicles swell and ache, and the pain stretches down my entire lower body. It takes a whole month to recover.” There was a red light ahead, and the car slowly came to a stop. Just then, a vendor selling yellow VCDs approached and asked if we wanted some. I rolled up the window.
“Most of these discs are fake; they won’t play at all,” she said.
“The stories in these adult films are almost all the same; they’re not very interesting,” I replied.
“Who says? Some adult films are actually quite well-made. But some are just unpleasant to watch; it’s more enjoyable to watch dry tapes.”
“You’ve watched dry tapes?”
"Of course I've seen it! When I first got married, he brought me a videotape from abroad. There weren't many back then. Strictly speaking, it was an educational film, teaching how to have sex, what positions to use, all performed live. That month after our wedding was practically our honeymoon; we barely got out of bed."
"Sister, I didn't realize you still really enjoy sex."
"I do it less now, but I can't give it up completely. Books say that women age quickly if they don't have sex. They say that a substance in a man's semen can activate certain substances in a woman's body, delaying aging."
"I've seen similar reports in newspapers, saying that a woman can even have a beautifying effect after absorbing a man's semen."
"Really? Then I can't give it up." That's interesting; I didn't expect her to be so open-minded. Once, I accidentally limped my finger and bled a little.
"It's good to bleed; otherwise, the blood in your body is stagnant. Like us women, we menstruate every month so our blood can be renewed and we have vitality. Sometimes I menstruate twice a month, sometimes with a very heavy flow, staining the entire toilet bowl red—it's scary."
She talked to me about her past, about who she lost her virginity to, about her unhappy marriage, and how she sought comfort during that time.
"Sometimes I felt incredibly lonely, wanting to find a man to lean on, any man would do. I wondered if I was the kind of woman others would label as having poor morals."
"No, everyone feels that way. Everyone has needs, big or small, material or emotional. It's just that some people would rather suppress them than tell others, let alone act on them."
"Yes, I just said what others wanted to say but dared not. So, in this world, others may mistreat you, but you shouldn't mistreat yourself."

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