The Romantic Relationship of a Female PhD in Finance

This story happened a few years ago. At that time, I had a girlfriend, and our relationship was good; I had no interest in having relationships with other women. I met this female PhD by chance at a friend's gathering. My friends are generally highly educated, and there are several female PhDs among them. However, I didn't have a very good impression of female PhDs before. Most female PhDs were older, not very attractive, and with age, they weren't considered beautiful. However, that day, a friend invited me to dinner, saying he would introduce me to some friends, mostly in finance. Actually, my work has little to do with the finance industry, and I'm not familiar with that field. Since he invited me and I was free, I went.

I arrived quite late, and the table was already full, mostly men, not women. There were three women, including this female PhD. My initial impression was that she was striking. Actually, all three girls were good-looking, but the female PhD still stood out. My friend introduced me to everyone, and when he introduced me to the female PhD, I realized she had a PhD from a prestigious university, had studied abroad, and had only recently started working. I went up to shake her hand, and she smiled and stood up. Only then did I take a closer look: tall, beautiful, with an elegant and refreshing air, large eyes, and dimples when she smiled—truly a stunning beauty! At that moment, my friend added, "This beauty is still single; if you know anyone suitable, please introduce her." I laughed and said, "I bet she has too many suitors and is still choosing; she doesn't need introductions." The female PhD smiled gently and didn't say anything more. The atmosphere at the dinner that evening was pleasant; those in finance are generally very talkative, and the whole thing felt like a reunion of old friends. Of course, everyone exchanged WeChat contacts at the end to stay in touch. In many such situations, things said after a few drinks are often forgotten, and most of the WeChat friends added that day were never contacted again. I didn't

reconnect with the beautiful PhD until several months later. Another friend needed to consult about a related business, so I helped him ask the beautiful PhD. She was very kind, warm, and honest, and quickly helped my friend make a decision, which later proved very profitable—but that's another story. At the time, I only chatted online; we never met in person. At that time, my ex-girlfriend and I were going through a breakup. For some reason, I suggested we thank her in person and have dinner together. The beautiful PhD student readily agreed, but said she was busy these past few days and asked if the weekend would be okay. I said she could choose the time and I'd choose the place. That's how we got a chance to meet again. After it was arranged, I realized I still had some lingering feelings for the PhD student, and this meeting might lead to something.

We found a quiet restaurant in Xidan, and I arrived first to wait for her. Soon, a tall, beautiful woman walked in, wearing high heels that made her already tall figure appear even taller. She wore a black pencil skirt, and her black hair flowed down, making her skin look even whiter. Her smile was sweet. I quickly stood up, feeling like she was the same height as me, and went to shake her hand, saying, "Beautiful lady, it's been so long! You've become even more beautiful." She smiled and said, "I've been staying up late all day; I should look more haggard." The meal was very enjoyable; we chatted for two hours about everything under the sun, from finance to the internet, from university days to overseas studies, from the sunset over the Aegean Sea to the castles in the German forests, from Game of Thrones to House of Cards. I never expected the female PhD to be not only highly educated and knowledgeable, but also to have such broad interests, excellent taste, and most importantly, to be so interesting. After so many years of studying, she could still be so engaging; it seems she was naturally intelligent and charismatic. Facing such a beautiful and talented woman, I tried my best to impress her, and it seemed the PhD was quite satisfied with me. However, my behavior that day was very gentlemanly, leaving a good impression on her.

Afterwards, we started chatting online frequently. This led to conversations about our lives. I asked her why she was still single. She said her ex-boyfriend was a classmate who stayed abroad, and they broke up. She said she does have many suitors now, mostly colleagues. However, she doesn't want to date someone from the same social circle. I deliberately asked if it was because her circle was too open. She said no, the circle wasn't like what outsiders said; she just didn't want to do the same things with her partner—first, because both of them would be too busy, and second, it would be monotonous. She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said no, I had just broken up. She asked why, and I said maybe our fate had run its course. We naturally started talking about what kind of people we liked. She said she liked talented and interesting men, and I asked if that suited her. She countered with, "What do you think?" It seems this female PhD student is not only intelligent but also emotionally intelligent, knowing to ask me a question in return. I naturally said, "Looks like I don't fit that description." She sent a smiley face. I thought, "That's interesting." We chatted like this for a while, and there was a hint of ambiguity between us. Our second meeting was two weeks later, when we went to Houhai to attend a lecture about the traditions of an African tribe. This was her idea. The reason we waited two weeks to meet again was mainly because she was too busy with work, and I deliberately didn't take the initiative with that person. It wasn't until later, when she mentioned a lecture in Houhai that she really wanted to attend, that I said we should go together. This could be considered her taking the initiative to meet. The lecture was very interesting, although there were parts I didn't quite understand. However, the female PhD student seemed to enjoy it very much and appeared to know a lot about this topic. After the lecture, we strolled around Houhai. We later went to Xihai Lake. It was dusk, and there were few tourists left. We walked along the lakeside, watching the ducks cast their shadows in the sunset. The wind blew her skirt and long hair, and suddenly she seemed like a girl from a dream. I silently counted to 30 in my mind, gazing into the distance. My hand touched her fingers below, and then, taking the opportunity, I grasped her hand. Her hand didn't move. I turned to look at her, and she looked at me mischievously with her big eyes. Seeing an opportunity, I turned around and hugged her. That day, she was also wearing high heels, and was about my height. I put my arm around her slender waist, her head on my shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "You've already given me your hand." She tried to push me away, but I held her even tighter.

My impression of the female PhD student had always been one of elegance and purity, but some things that happened later changed my opinion. The third time we met was to see a movie. During the movie, I held her close, occasionally kissing her lips, and trying to touch her breasts through her clothes. She was shy and kept blocking me from touching her. It was the last movie of the night, and it was quite late when it ended. The movie theater was in a shopping mall. We walked out of the mall, reached the escalator, and most people went down. I led her further in, down a staircase. Once inside, after closing the door, I hugged her and gave her a passionate French kiss. The stairwell lights were motion-activated and went dark quickly. In the darkness, I groped for her breasts, and by this time she no longer resisted. Although her breasts weren't large, they felt nice to touch. Feeling uncomfortable through her clothes, I slipped my hand down her neckline and grabbed one of her breasts—soft and incredibly pleasant to the touch. She moaned softly, saying no. My other hand, through her skirt, caressed her buttocks. She was wearing a fitted short skirt that day, and as I slowly lifted it, I was surprised to find she was wearing a thong! My hand first touched her smooth, full buttocks, then slowly slid down her thighs, gradually moving upwards. I gently said, "Spread your legs a little wider," and she obediently parted her long legs slightly. My hand continued to move upwards, until it reached her crotch. By this time, the female PhD student's panties were already wet. First, I gently caressed her clitoris through her panties, and she hugged me tightly. I pulled her thong aside and probed her vulva with my fingers. I felt a lot of vaginal fluid, and slowly inserted my fingers into her opening until her vagina swallowed my entire finger. She gasped, her legs instinctively clamping together, her vagina tightly gripping my finger. After a pause, my fingers moved again, and she couldn't help but cry out, immediately covering her mouth with her hand.

With my other hand, I rolled up her skirt, pushing it all the way up to her waist. I deliberately stomped my foot, and the stairwell light came on, immediately revealing a stunningly white and sexy body! The female PhD student shyly covered her face with her hands. Her upper body was covered by the rolled-up skirt, revealing her slender waist, and her black thong accentuated her full, white buttocks, her clitoris, and her long, shapely legs. So sexy, my female PhD student. I turned her around so her back was to me and had her grab the stair railing. I said, "Baby, stick your butt out higher." She obediently stuck out her full, white buttocks. Then the light went out again, and I gently caressed her buttocks, slowly pulling down her thong and stuffing it into my pocket. I placed my right hand under her raised buttocks, between her legs, and patted her left and right. She cleverly spread her legs. The female PhD student was wearing high heels and was about my height. I unzipped my pants, took out my already erect penis, and pressed it between her legs. At this moment, she whispered, "Let's go back inside, not here." I laughed and said, "Why go back, baby?" She said, "It's not safe." I said, "It's already 12 o'clock, there's nobody here, it's very safe." As I spoke, I rubbed my penis against her wet vulva, and she immediately cried out. I asked her in my ear, "How long has it been since you last did it?" She said, "It's been over a year since we broke up." I said, "Do you want your brother to go in?" She didn't speak, but her butt seemed to stick out even higher. I smiled, patted her butt, and said, "Baby, brother's coming!" I thrust hard, and my penis went straight into her vulva, all the way in. She cried out loudly and quickly covered her mouth. I stopped for a moment, letting her vulva experience the feeling of being filled by my penis. Unexpectedly, the female PhD student was not satisfied, twisting her buttocks, as if urging me to hurry up and fuck her beautiful hole. I pulled out my penis and quickly thrust it in again, deliberately very hard, hitting her plump buttocks, and I heard the slapping sound echoing in the stairwell. She covered her mouth and moaned softly. Because the female PhD student was slender and hadn't done it in a long time, her vagina felt very tight, gripping my penis tightly. The first experience was important; I had to conquer the woman. So, I deliberately thrust very hard, going all the way in each time, hitting her G-spot. After less than 5 minutes, I felt the female PhD student's whole body tense up, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, and she orgasmed.

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