You look beautiful today.

I whispered in her ear, "You look beautiful today."
She turned her head, a strand of soft hair brushing against my face. She looked at me with smiling eyes and said, "Of course, I'm seeing you off." She took my hand, "Come here, help me."

She pulled me to a secluded corner of the lobby, and she turned around, saying, "Help me straighten my arm." She raised her arm. It turned out the cuffs of her dress were a little messy. Seeing her beautiful arm raised towards me, my heart fluttered. I reached out and boldly grabbed her arm, instantly feeling its softness and smoothness. I used my other hand to straighten her cuffs, still able to feel her warmth and fragrance; I could hardly breathe.

Her phone rang, and as she turned, her ample breasts brushed against my hand. I instinctively flinched, quickly saying, "I'm sorry." She patted my shoulder to indicate it was alright.

I stood quietly by her side, watching her chat and laugh with the person on the other end of the phone, seeing her beautiful neck arch with laughter, seeing her high bun shimmering in the light. My heart was completely filled with her.
Today, a group of colleagues gathered here to say goodbye. In a few days, I will be leaving this company where I have worked for three years. After she knew I was leaving, she offered to hold this farewell party and even offer to host it, to give me a proper send-off. All my friends knew about our past relationship, so they thought it was perfectly normal for her to make such a suggestion. But only I knew that once I left, I would never come back.

We dated for almost a year, but in the end, she didn't become my bride. I hastily had my company transfer me to another city, and silently continued to love her in my heart for two years.

We used to work in the same office. When I first came to this company, I was stunned by her beauty. After we got to know each other, I learned that she was three years older than me. That morning, I was late and rushed up the stairs. Two shapely, shapely legs appeared before me, visible beneath my white high heels and emerald green skirt. I looked up and saw her smiling face. After a quick greeting, I continued climbing, but she suddenly called out to me. I stopped, sweating profusely. She reached out and smoothed my disheveled hair, saying, "That's more like it." I smiled awkwardly, but inside I wanted to cry. Amidst the teasing of my colleagues, I called her "sister," but deep down, I felt a bittersweet mix of regret for not having met her sooner and a comforting warmth.
When I realized I had uncontrollably fallen in love with her, she was already married, becoming someone else's bride.

I silently watched her get married in May. I silently watched her hair transform from lovely long, flowing locks to passionate waves, then to a mature updo. I silently watched her transform from a beautiful young girl into a charming young woman. I silently watched her radiate love and happiness for her family. I silently watched her transform from a woman into a mother. I silently accepted her gentle and pure affection for me.

After her marriage, I left that department and transferred to the company's office in another city, thinking that distance could help me forget the unbearable pain in my heart.

A year later, we met again at a friend's gathering during the Spring Festival. We talked about everything, sharing all our joys and sorrows. I watched her breasts grow higher each day, her legs more shapely, her fragrance more intense, her beauty and charm more captivating. I couldn't control this hopeless love.

After our meeting, my heart struggled. Finally, I returned to the company's office in another city, leaving behind this dream that was destined to remain unfulfilled.

That night, we clinked glasses, sang and danced, everyone's spirits rose higher and higher, the atmosphere of the party grew more and more enthusiastic, but a desperate impulse grew stronger and stronger in my heart. Finally, when the lights dimmed and the music became more lingering, as I held her soft body and danced, I could no longer control myself.

"Ling, will you remember me in the future?"
"What are you talking about?" She gave me a reproachful look.
With the help of alcohol, I mustered up my courage and said, "I will always miss you."
"I'm so glad you can say that," she replied softly.

I couldn't help but hug her tighter: "You don't know how much I don't want to be separated from you." She immediately pressed closer to me, her two warm mounds pressed tightly against my chest. I felt a surge of impulse, but I couldn't say anything.
Under the hazy lights, we danced slowly, as if only the two of us remained in the world. Tomorrow, tomorrow we will be worlds apart.
"Can I kiss you?" I mustered up my courage and said.
Her body trembled slightly, and after a moment, she said, "There are so many people around, don't let anyone see."
"Just one kiss, and I promise I won't do it again," I said childishly.
She sighed softly and pressed her flushed face against mine. I gave her a quick kiss, but a pang of sorrow gripped my heart.

The music played softly, and I grew bolder. When no one was looking, my hands began to trace the curves of her beautiful body, sliding from her smooth back to her full hips, then to the edge of her skirt, feeling the smoothness of her thighs. On this last night, I experienced the soft, warm fragrance I had longed for for three years. She struggled only slightly before giving up. As my hands roamed, her body began to heat up, and she writhed with my touch. I could hear her suppressed breaths.

Time ticked by, and the party was about to end. Tomorrow, tomorrow we would part again.

I looked up and saw her watching me. I didn't care about anything else. Tonight, let my love bloom like a fleeting flower, and let it wither tomorrow, I wouldn't care. Seeing her lips part as if to speak, I secretly made up my mind: no matter what she said, I would bring her to my place, let her know my love for her, and let me love her properly, even if it was just for one night.

Her luscious red lips approached my ear, and she gently parted, saying in a voice only we could hear, "Tonight, I'll come to your place."
I felt like I was going to explode.
As soon as I entered my room, I couldn't wait to embrace her and kiss her tightly.

We separated after a long time. She raised her hand to brush her disheveled hair and tapped my forehead: "Why aren't you saying anything?" I hugged her again: "You have no idea how happy I am, I finally kissed you."

She gently struggled: "Silly boy, you're holding me so tightly I can't breathe."

But I hugged her even tighter, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. I reached for her chest to unbutton her skirt. She, however, reached for the light switch to turn off the light. I took her hand: "Ling, let me take a good look at you today."

She was so shy she couldn't lift her head: "Okay, I'll do as you say today."

Encouraged, I immediately lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her two beautiful legs, encased in stockings, awkwardly intertwined. Below were black high heels, and above were white panties. The two sections of her thighs, exposed between the stockings and panties, gleamed with a tender white sheen under the light. We sat on the bed, embracing each other. She reached down and took off her high heels. I stroked her soft ankles, watching her two beautiful feet shyly hooked together. She slowly pulled down her stockings, revealing her two long, slender, white legs completely. Seeing these legs—legs I had secretly admired countless times in the office and longed for countless times—presented before me without reservation, I almost suffocated.

She leaned against me, and I began to undress her, but the more I tried, the harder it became to unbutton her skirt. She had to do it herself, and the pale red skirt ripped open, revealing her fair breasts. As I stared in disbelief, she pushed me away, turning her smooth, jade-like back to me: "Come on, help me." I unhooked her bra, and it came undone in an instant. I hugged her tightly, my hands cupping her protruding breasts. A warm, soft sensation filled my hands. I caressed her warm, dovetail-like breasts with tenderness, thinking of how many times in the office she had unintentionally bent over me, and I could see the undulating waves of her breasts through her neckline, making my mouth dry and my gaze turn away. I leaned in and took one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. She moaned, "Don't be so rough," she said, pressing my head down. I released her: "That year you gave birth, I brought a bouquet of flowers to the delivery room to see you. That was the first time I saw your breasts, and I really wanted to eat them like that child."

She smiled sweetly: "Didn't I give them all to you today?"
My hand moved to her thigh: "Ling, I never expected you to be so tender, so soft."
Her thighs opened wider, but she freed her hands to start unbuttoning my clothes.

I slipped my hand into her panties, stroking a patch of soft hair. She stopped me with her hand and took off her panties herself. I snatched her panties back, seeing that her genitals were already slippery. I gave her a playful look, and her face turned even redder: "It's all because you were groping around in the dance hall." After saying that, she lay back on the bed, her perfect, flawless body, which had entered my dreams so many times, intertwined with mine.

I climbed on top of her and inserted a finger into her vulva, without any resistance. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Ling, it's already a vast ocean inside." She raised her arm to cover her eyes, "You little rascal, don't embarrass me, okay?" The fragrance emanating from her mouth enveloped me.

As soon as I stripped naked, she pulled me tightly into her arms, her soft, wet tongue pressing against my mouth in a passionate kiss. Her slender fingers grasped my already throbbing penis and slowly guided it into her warm vagina. I lifted her arms and thrust hard, my penis plunging in all the way. I groaned, and she let out a long sigh. We remained still for a long time; she gently kissed my face, while I quietly remained inside her, feeling her tightness, her contractions, and her lubrication. I looked up at her, gazing deeply into her eyes, "Today feels like a dream."

She cupped my face in her hands and said softly, "Do whatever you want."

I began to thrust wildly, her moans growing louder and deeper. Suddenly, I felt her vagina tighten, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her legs clamping around me, her body almost frozen, and my hot semen finally gushed out.

It took a long time for us to recover from our ecstatic state. I passionately kissed every part of her body, but she gently pushed me away: "I have to go home."
"Thank you, Ling," I said sincerely. "
Don't mention it," she said, sitting up and picking up her skirt, only to find it was very wrinkled. She chuckled and shook her head: "
You're something else." Then she reached for her bag and took out another suit skirt.

I watched as she took out a clean pair of underwear and put it on, then stretched out a pair of black stockings and pulled them onto her legs. I thought about how I had endured this helplessness for three years. I loved her, and I didn't want to force her in the slightest, nor did I want to interfere with her peaceful and normal life in any way. But afterwards, I would never see her again, never hear her gentle voice again, never see her beautiful face again. Glistening thighs, a supple waist, full breasts, beautiful stamens, shy breaths, melodious moans—all of that just now belongs to the past forever. From now on, I can only rely on these warm memories to pass the lonely hours.

I couldn't control myself and hugged her tightly: "Don't go, okay?"
"How can I?" She turned her face to look at me, then tidied my hair.
"Do you think I just drank a little too much today, that's why I did this to you?"
"You're acting so strange today."
"No. You don't know how much I love you, you don't know how long I've loved you, you don't know why I left here." I said these words that had been bottled up inside me for so long.

She looked at me in surprise.
"I didn't want you to know. I know it's no use saying it, it'll only add to your burden, just more trouble, and it'll all end inconclusively."
"Don't say anymore," she hugged me, "I love you so much too."

We kissed again. My hand reached for her breasts. She pulled down her panties and then began to pull down her stockings. I couldn't wait any longer. I pounced on her on the bed and entered her body again. "You're really something," she chuckled, no longer struggling, but instead lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist. The black stockings and her fair thighs created a striking contrast, making me incredibly aroused, my penis erect. I placed her long legs on my shoulders and penetrated her even deeper.

"You're so good," she gasped, her vulva already soaking wet.
"Sis, you should move too," I shook her and coaxed her.

She rolled her eyes at me, gradually becoming more proactive. I felt her vagina begin to suck and gulp, tightly gripping my penis. Her slender waist began to twist, her round buttocks thrusting against me, her breasts filling my mouth. I simply rolled over and let her straddle me. She lowered her head, shoving my slid penis back into her flower, and then began to thrust wildly. I watched her skin flush, watched her bite her lower lip tightly, watched a strand of her sweat-dampened hair fall across her forehead, watched her nipples harden, watched her beautiful vulva open and close with my thrusts. I finally understood what the allure and beauty of a middle-aged woman truly meant.

I ejaculated again, and she lay on top of me, her body supple and boneless.
I held her fragrant body, gently wiping the beads of sweat from her skin: "Sister, were you alright just now?"
She nodded against my chest, unable to speak.
"Only I know how beautiful you are in this world," I said, stroking her firm buttocks.
"Was I alright?" she asked.
I nodded vigorously.
"I didn't expect you to be so amazing," she said, pinching my nipple.
"Actually, this was my first time," I said.
"Really? You little rascal."
"But in my fantasies, I've made love to you countless times."
She fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Actually, sometimes when I'm with him, I think of him as you. Today, I just couldn't resist."

"Ever since we met, I've fallen in love with you. I simply can't control myself.""We've been together for three years, and you've grown from a little boy into a man. Sometimes I really enjoy staying in the office just to be with you. But I've always thought it was just me longing for you. I'm always so concerned about whether you have a girlfriend. I want you to find someone soon, and I think that might make me less attached to you." "With you here, how could I possibly fall in love with someone else?" I gave a bitter smile. So that's how it is. It's always been " mutual longing, mutual ignorance." And so, three years have passed! But I don't regret it. I believe she's at her most beautiful now; she's shown me her most beautiful side. I'm grateful for these long three years, which have strengthened my love for her and allowed me to fully appreciate her beauty and her goodness. These three years have been so long, yet they've flown by in an instant.

"And then?
" I gripped her hand tightly, pleading, "Ling, let's be together forever."
"No," she said gently but firmly. "I've thought about it so many times, I can't be with you. I
have , and you'll grow up eventually. You'll have a lovely little girl to love you, a happy family, and a baby, just like me. We... that's all we can do."

"No! It's been three years, and you're the only one in my heart."
"Don't be silly. I've given you everything. You'll have your own life from now on. If you want, we can keep this relationship going."
Are we lovers? I asked, confused.
"Can't we be together forever?" she said softly, stroking my face.

I kissed her again. All the longing of the past three years would be revealed on this night. Holding her fragrant body, my heart was filled with both sweetness and bitterness. Her kiss grew more passionate, and my penis became erect again. She sensed my change, gave me a seductive look, and lowered her head. I felt her soft, warm lips envelop my penis, and a fire surged within me again: "Sister, I want you again."

She pulled me close, taking my hand and guiding it to her lower body: "You don't know, when I'm making love with him, he always wants this part of me, sometimes it makes me really want it too, but I still hold back. Today I realized, I'm saving it for you..." She led my hand to her anus, too ashamed to continue.

"Good sister!" I didn't know what to say.

She lay on the bed, arching her back, her buttocks raised high. I saw between her two white buttocks, her pink anus gently opening and closing, the juices from our lovemaking flowing there, glistening and moist, tempting me. I knelt behind her, supporting her soft, slippery buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand grasping my already hard penis, I pushed it into her anus
.
"Oh, be gentle, it hurts." She turned her head to look at me, pleading.

Because my penis had been kissed by her for a while, it was quite smooth, and her anus was also covered in her vaginal fluids, so I slowly squeezed my thick penis into her anus. The warm and tight feeling made me thrust rapidly, and she raised her hips to meet me, her starry eyes sparkling, which further aroused my desire.

Finally, her moans turned into low whimpers, and her anus no longer welcomed me, but began to dodge. I knew she couldn't hold back any longer, so I pulled my penis out of her anus, pressed her down on the bed, and thrust it hard into her vagina.

We climbed to the peak of pleasure together, and then fell back to earth together.

This passionate encounter lasted for a full three hours. She had to go home, but she was too weak to dress. I kissed her from her delicate feet, kissing her entire body, etching her beautiful flesh into my mind forever. Then I helped her up, cleaned her body, and dressed her piece by piece, from her underwear to her stockings to her skirt. At that moment, she no longer showed her maternal side, but was like a child, obediently following my every command.
The next evening, I went to Ling's other place in the city, where she usually stayed temporarily when she needed to work overtime.
The night was Ling's and my world. The faint scent of agave filled the room, making this cramped, damp, and humble abode seem like paradise. Although Ling was exhausted, she still longed to explore and relentlessly take from my body. I could feel her pain and pleasure from her insatiable desire. I was willing to give my body everything to the woman I loved most in the world without end.
I have to admit, sex is one of the most beautiful things in life. Especially making love with the one you love. You can find freedom in her body, indulging your complete self—a liberation that feels like finally breaking free of chains, a triumphant feeling of soaring through the void.
You are a free, complete, and authentic person.
We tirelessly explored the pleasures of sex. She began spending more and more time away from home. Whenever we had time together, aside from meals, going out, and occasionally watching TV, we would make love endlessly and shamelessly. Ling bought a large mirror so we could see our two wanton bodies intertwined, which aroused our sexual desire even more than watching porn. At that time, we were too lazy to even meet up with friends; aside from sleeping and waking up, it was all about making love until we were drenched in sweat and completely satisfied. Later, I even stopped cooking on Sundays, eating instant noodles when I was starving. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I'd wake up to the dull rumble of a car fading into the distance, the streetlights filtering through the screen and casting a yellow grid on the ceiling. I'd be amazed by the intensity of my sexual desire, as if it were just a seed, nurtured on that unforgettable rainy night, sprouting into a vast, sprawling weed, and that weed was expanding at an astonishing rate.

I don't know how long this relationship will last; I only know that tonight, Ling still won't be home.

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