A female designer joined the company

As the saying goes, nothing in this world is more coincidental than a story. This colleague should have been mentioned before the marriage story, but I kept forgetting and never wrote about it. Today is the weekend, so I'll add to the festivities. Enough rambling, let's get to the main point. At the time, the company was short-staffed, so we were hiring as we went. We were always short of a designer, so we had to recruit externally. Of course, back then I was just a junior employee, far from management. One day, my boss told me, "We're getting a designer tomorrow. I heard he got in through connections." I thought, "Well, the company isn't big, most people get in through connections, and now another one's here." It's practically a family business. Let's call her Q. On the day Q arrived, she came so early that it was just the two of us in the office. For us 90s kids, work is more about having fun. Since I'm considered a veteran, I helped Q with everything. Actually, I was a little overly enthusiastic because I felt she was in urgent need of talent. I only really got to know her after a friend of mine needed a graphic designer. I was completely at a loss. Where could I find someone? Well, here's a new designer. Let's give it a try. In the end, although she didn't produce anything, my friend still treated the designer to a meal as a gesture of goodwill. We were all young, so we quickly became familiar with each other. Because my job required a lot of business trips, I spent a lot of time on the road. By chance, on another business trip, I was on the bus, looking down at my phone, and somehow I found QQ's number and we started chatting casually. Because it was almost a holiday, QQ seemed particularly down, so I, as a friend, felt obligated to cheer her up. I casually said, "When I get back, I'll treat you to hot pot." QQ replied with three words that sent a jolt through me: "I'm waiting for you." Seeing those three words stirred something within me. Although I was already married, the impulse of love was like a high-speed train, eager to set off. Our conversations gradually shifted from just friends. Perhaps it was my enthusiasm, or perhaps it was her loneliness, but we began endless chats, sharing my hobbies and hers. Although we didn't explicitly say anything at that time, I sensed a gradual change in her. After returning, I went straight to the hot pot restaurant we had agreed upon. When I met her in the rain, we had gone from colleagues to lovers. She blushed, and I knew we were dating. She knew I was married and never intended to break anything. We rarely talked about my family; we were more like each other's confidants. It was raining that day, and we naturally shared an umbrella. Unfortunately, an unpleasant scene unfolded. Q was very tall, almost as tall as me, so I looked short and was being led to the bus stop like a clumsy old man. We walked and talked all the way. I told her, "You've arrived. Let's wait for the bus." She replied, "Can we walk a little further?" Reluctantly, I... We walked from station to station until she couldn't walk anymore. We were as romantic as two high school sweethearts, without holding hands, kissing, or exchanging sweet words. Everything just happened naturally. I checked my watch; it was 10 PM. Her last train was coming. The moment the door opened, she kissed me, lowered her head, and got on. I had expected it, yet I was also stunned. I was prepared, yet also unprepared. With conflicted feelings, I watched the train drive away. Naturally, we really became lovers. "Goodnight, have a good day home." "Remember to eat breakfast." "Don't eat anything cold." Tonight, although there was only one kiss, it truly stirred my heart. Actually, we didn't take it any further. Instead, like lovers in the throes of passion, we talked a lot, as if we had skipped the step of going to a hotel. I didn't say anything, and she naturally didn't either. Until I had to go on another business trip, she said, "I hate you. Why did you abandon me? You all abandoned me, leaving me all alone." Later I found out she had a boyfriend, but he lived in another province, so they were in a long-distance relationship. She felt abandoned by him, and because of my departure, she clung to me, wanting a hug and even expressing her resentment. I simply said, "Wait for me to come back, and I'll hold you while we sleep," that was all. After a long wait, her reply was, "I'll wait for you." What followed was much more natural, without any awkwardness or hesitation. We acted like a couple who had been dating for a long time. We went to a hotel, showered separately, and of course, I came out wearing only my underwear. She gave me a huge surprise when she came out, fully clothed, including her jeans. I laughed and said, "Who sleeps in jeans? Take them off quickly. Don't worry, I won't look." She lowered her head, blushing, and said, "Don't peek!" She quickly slipped under the covers and took off her jeans. I remember it was early summer; we didn't need air conditioning, but it was still hot sleeping together. We fell asleep for the first time, skin to skin, still chatting for a long time until we were both exhausted. She fell asleep, but I couldn't, because I was tired and hard. In a daze, I suddenly asked, "Are you asleep?" She said, "I can't sleep, but I can't talk anymore." Although it was dark, we were facing each other. After a few seconds, we kissed. Everything felt so familiar and natural. We French kissed, and my hands kept moving down until they reached her underwear. She trembled violently, excited, thrilled, and scared. She said, "No, I can't betray my boyfriend." I didn't say anything, and continued to flirt and kiss her, only my hands became rubbing (thanks to Kato Taka for the instructional video). She trembled even more. Slowly, I realized she was aroused. I heard her say, "I want it, I feel so bad, I want it so bad." I knew because her pants were completely soaked. How could a lonely woman be indifferent to sex? I slowly took off her underwear and gently pulled open her clothes. At this moment, she covered her chest, and I realized that her breasts were almost the same size as mine, practically nonexistent! In the heat of passion, one doesn't care about anything else. To ease her tension, I became very gentle. Because of her overwhelming desire, I entered her easily. All I could hear were "So big! So good!" and "Mmm..." As our emotions shifted, so did hers, her demands becoming increasingly intense until we both reached simultaneous climaxes. She cried. It was the first time in my life I'd ever seen a woman cry after an orgasm. I forgot to wipe her tears, just held her tightly. Gradually, we both calmed down. She told me she felt terrible, sorry for her boyfriend, yet unwilling to leave me. I knew she was deeply moved. I'd read an article that said women hate men who fall asleep after an orgasm. Because of this, I changed my habits. No matter how tired I was, I would talk to her. And so, our conversation went from silence to lovemaking to a talk show. That night, I knew I had someone who cared about me from then on. Our relationship lasted about three months. Because of her struggles and because of me, we eventually broke up. This kind of feeling, though it came and went quickly, at least left a mark on my heart. Although we no longer speak, I still wish the girl I loved all the best. We come into this world to face endless temptations and struggles, and I hope everyone can make the best choice. A man can be charming but never vulgar. This is just another rambling post; please forgive me. [The End]

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