A business trip I took with my colleague – a true story

In 2013, I was 23 years old and working at a travel agency in Beijing. Although I was in the planning department, it was inevitable that I would be sent on business trips during peak season when there wasn't enough manpower. I remember that the tourism industry was booming that year, and July and August were incredibly busy. I have a good personality and am reasonably good-looking, so I got along well with people in the company. I maintained harmonious relationships with both the annoying colleagues and the big shots close to the boss. I didn't offend anyone, but I also didn't fawn over anyone excessively. I thought this was the best approach, since making money was the priority in such a company. But my closest friend was Xiaoxue from the external relations department, who is also the female protagonist of this story.
I call her Xiaoxue not because she's younger—she's five years older than me, I was 23 and she was 28—but simply because she's short and petite. While she wouldn't be considered a stunning beauty, she's definitely pretty. She has medium-length hair, is 1.63 meters tall, very thin, and has a great personality. When we chat or go out, she sometimes acts like a big sister, teaching me this and that, and other times she's like a little girl, all shy and timid. Our relationship is good simply because we get along well and have a lot to talk about. Outside of work, we have many topics to discuss, recommending good movies, complaining about annoying people and things, or sharing our relationships, families, and work experiences. However, we don't show any closeness in the office; instead, we move these conversations to QQ, where it's quiet and safe.
I don't know what this unique relationship is—a confidante? Or a potential lover? Sometimes Xiaoxue would half-jokingly hint at it, saying, "You look really handsome today. I wish I had been born a few years later; maybe we could have been together." I would reply that I also wish I had been born a few years earlier. These joking exchanges are hard to define as hints or anything else, and at the time, I didn't really think much of it. Xiaoxue was already preparing for her wedding that year, and I had met her fiancé at several gatherings; he seemed like a very nice person.
And I must say, Xiaoxue isn't someone I fantasize about; she's just a very good friend and colleague. The reason I don't consider her a fantasy is primarily because I cherish our relationship, and secondly, Xiaoxue's appearance isn't the kind that immediately makes you want to sleep with her. To put it simply, if we divide beautiful women into two types, one is sexy and alluring, making you feel an irresistible urge to act, while the other is simply pretty and presentable, leaving you with no inclination to fantasize about her. Xiaoxue belongs to the latter.
One day, amidst the noise of work, I overheard the boss complaining about the difficulty of choosing a personal escort for the team, while several unrelated people offered advice, half of which was useless nonsense. The situation was that all the tour guides the company could send were away on business trips. Only my colleague Xiaoxue and I, both with tour guide licenses, remained. A large group of over 80 people was going to WH City, HB Province for a business trip and conference (basically, it was a company-funded trip, you know how it is). They needed two full-time tour guides. Since the hotel was a four-star establishment, they didn't provide free rooms for tour guides to travel agencies. This meant the company would have to pay for rooms for them, but it wasn't convenient for Xiaoxue and me, one male and one female, to share a room. From a distance, I understood the gist of the situation: they wanted Xiaoxue and me to go on the trip together, but they also felt that booking two rooms for tour guides would be too costly, so they couldn't make up their minds.
Just then, a QQ message popped up:
"Are you worried about those hundred or so again?" I knew it was Xiaoxue complaining without even clicking. "Yeah," I replied.
"It's really tiring. Even if they don't give us two rooms, what's wrong with us sharing? It's not like it's a double room. Besides, I'm so much older than you, we're almost married, what's the big deal? It's just a few days..." Actually, I wasn't surprised by Xiaoxue's words, because that's just Xiaoxue's usual self, that older sister type. It's like we're siblings, and I'm always the little brother in her eyes.
"It doesn't matter, don't worry about him, let him fret about it. He'll be fine in a bit," I replied. I don't remember how long it was before the boss suddenly called Xiaoxue and me into his room. I knew it was a done deal, but looking back now, I didn't really have any expectations. Maybe it was because I was naive; I didn't really look forward to sharing a room with Xiaoxue. At that time, I just felt lucky to be with Xiaoxue compared to other business trips, at least we'd have something to talk about and get along with. After entering the room, we sat on the sofa. First, we listened to the boss's speech, about how important this group was and what we needed to pay attention to. Then he talked about who was unable to return, who couldn't go due to other commitments, and how there was a shortage of staff. Finally, he formally informed us that because the cost of a 5-night, 6-day trip with a 4-star room was too high, and since this group was a new client with low profit margins, we needed to control costs. Therefore, we would need to share a room to help out. The boss was a woman, so he specifically asked Xiaoxue for her opinion. Xiaoxue said it was no problem. The boss then repeatedly emphasized to me that although I was the younger brother, Xiaoxue was a girl and had poor health. She also didn't have as much experience as me in business trips, so she should take care of her older sister. I naturally nodded in agreement.
After leaving the boss's office, there was a fleeting moment of awkwardness in our eye contact, but we quickly brushed it off with a few jokes. I could sense that although she didn't say anything, she was still somewhat hesitant or uncomfortable. After all, we were of the opposite sex, and given her personality, she wouldn't have agreed to it with another man. I guess it was me. It's not that I'm particularly handsome or good, but Xiaoxue probably always saw me as a younger brother. I should mention here that while male and female tour guides sharing rooms in travel agencies isn't very common, it does happen frequently. Therefore, Xiaoxue and I weren't as surprised as you might imagine.
Because of several gatherings and weekend outings, I had added her boyfriend on WeChat and saved his phone number. Although we hadn't contacted each other, Xiaoxue was still worried. So, before the trip, she specifically told me not to tell her boyfriend that we were sharing a room, or else she would do something to me—of course, it was a joke.
Airport, meeting point, check-in, boarding, takeoff.
We sat together on the 3-hour flight, chatting endlessly about all sorts of people and things in our work and lives, as if we were bringing out all the topics that had been piling up in the office and on QQ. I even took a nap during the flight, but of course, there was no romantic scene like her falling asleep on my shoulder.
I have to say, it's really inconvenient for a man and a woman to stay together. No matter how hot the weather is, you have to turn the air conditioning up to the coldest setting because you have to keep your clothes neat and presentable at all times. Xiaoxue doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, so I always have to go to the hotel elevator to have my fill. When I get back to the room, I have to endure the complaints of "Look at you, you smell like cigarettes." When I'm in the bathroom, I have to be careful not to make any noises because sometimes if I have an upset stomach or gas, I'll naturally make some embarrassing noises when I'm having sex. To be honest, controlling that is the hardest part... For the first three days, we followed the rules and nothing ambiguous or even suspected to be ambiguous happened. Maybe it was because of the heat. The hotter it is, the more tired I get. And since we're good friends, I didn't plan anything with Xiaoxue. Although sometimes when I was in the room at night, she was taking a shower while I was watching TV, it felt strange and exciting. But when she came out fully dressed (shouldn't she just be wearing a towel?), it would easily bring me back to reality.
After the daytime itinerary ended on the fourth day
and dinner arrangements were made for the guests, my partner and I accompanied a few people from the tour group—who weren't exactly leaders—out for some local specialties. Xiaoxue disliked drinking, but the guests insisted she drink with them, even just a bottle of beer. It must be said, a 28-year-old woman has some experience in this area; she only took a small sip each time, feigning nausea after each sip. Her delicate, coquettish manner was increasingly endearing, further arousing the men. Xiaoxue knew that some of the female members of the tour group at this table were cunning and demanding, expecting men to center their attention at such gatherings. So, they kept telling Xiaoxue that if she couldn't drink, she shouldn't, and the other male guests stopped pressuring her. Naturally, I was the one to deflect the drinks. After a while, Xiaoxue excused herself by saying she needed to reconcile accounts with the local travel agency and went back to her room, whispering to me before leaving that I should drink less.
I don't know how long or how much I drank, but I remember one of the male group members was born on the same day, month, and year as my mother, and I'm only two months younger than his son, so we got along really well. He kept jokingly calling me his godson. After a few drinks, we took endless photos together, from baijiu to beer, then back to baijiu. Normally, I wouldn't say I have a huge alcohol tolerance, but I can handle these kinds of small drinking parties. But that day, I vomited terribly, and for some reason, I started bleeding from my nose. Everyone was worried I'd gotten too drunk, so they decided to call it a night. I have to say, people from old state-owned enterprises can really hold their liquor. During
the party, Xiaoxue sent me two text messages telling me to drink less and eat more, and to find an excuse to leave. At that time, being single, I felt a strange sense of happiness. Even though she was just a colleague, it felt wonderful to be cared for and looked after by a woman while out and about. Maybe it was Xiaoxue's concern that made me so happy that I drank more and more.
After vomiting, I felt better, still dizzy, but much better than before.
It was past 11 pm when I got back to the room. Xiaoxue was still awake, watching TV with the lights on. Although I was dizzy, I could still tell she was still properly dressed. By "properly dressed," I mean in pajamas and pajama bottoms. From the outside, I could tell she was wearing a bra underneath, and it was a dark red pajamas. Maybe Xiaoxue had specifically chosen this outfit before coming, since light colors are more see-through.
"You drank too much, didn't you? How much did you drink?" I could hear the concern mixed in Xiaoxue's complaint. "No, huh? Who are you? Where am I?" I joked and stumbled into the bathroom, stumbled into the bathroom, stumbled off my clothes, stumbled into the bathroom, and stumbled into the bathroom and took a shower. During this process, I still didn't feel that anything could happen that night, but for some reason, I brushed my teeth over and over again like crazy. Maybe it was because I had just spat out the taste in my mouth, or maybe it was because I was preparing to do something later. Actually, I don't know what motivated me to brush my teeth so diligently.
After showering, I made sure to dress properly before leaving the bathroom. Xiaoxue was still watching TV. I lay down, lifted the covers, and crawled in. I had really drunk too much, and lying in bed felt very comfortable. Because of the day's schedule and the beer battle at night, I was about to fall asleep soon after setting my alarm on my phone. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I vaguely heard Xiaoxue talking to me.
"I'm going downstairs to buy water. I'll leave the door ajar, don't slam it shut, keep an eye on it."
"Oh, right! Where are you going to buy it? Bring me two bottles of Nongfu Spring water." I realized I'd forgotten to buy hangover water for the next day. "I was originally going to buy it for you..."
After Xiaoxue said that, I leaned against the bed and stood there for a long time before I realized she hadn't slept and had been waiting for me to come back. She hadn't even gotten into bed yet. She knew that people who drink alcohol get thirsty. She noticed that I hadn't brought any water upstairs, and she knew that I don't usually drink hot water, so she went downstairs late at night to buy me some. I didn't even need to remind her to buy Nongfu Spring water; she already knew that I always drank Nongfu Spring. Suddenly, I realized how familiar and caring we were with each other.
As I lay down, the alcohol made me increasingly sleepy. The door was ajar, but the group purchase money was still in my bag in the room. For safety, I didn't dare fall into a deep sleep, but my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, making it hard to keep them open. About 20 minutes later, Xiaoxue returned. Half-asleep, I heard her complain a few times, something about the downstairs store being closed, and she had to cross a traffic light to buy it. When I fully opened my eyes again, Xiaoxue was already sitting on the edge of my bed, holding my schedule and telling me about tomorrow's work and schedule. She offered me water, and after a few sips, with her permission, I lay down on the bed and smoked a cigarette, talking about work as I did so. I couldn't help but look at Xiaoxue's profile as she sat beside me. That beautiful feeling calmed my slightly excited heart, fueled by the alcohol. I sighed inwardly, deciding not to let anything happen between us, nor to try to. I put out the cigarette and went to sleep.
Before falling asleep, the light was still on, and Xiaoxue was fiddling with something in front of the TV; I couldn't tell.
Because of the beer I drank that night and the large gulps of mineral water before bed, I woke up shortly after waking up because I needed to pee. The scene that greeted me when I opened my eyes—to use a slightly exaggerated word—would be unforgettable.
Xiaoxue was lying next to me, her back to me. The lights were off, the TV was on, and the room was almost silent.
"Why are you awake?" Xiaoxue turned around and whispered,
"I needed to pee."
"My phone was charging, and my iPad was dead before bed. You have the only outlet here," she said softly and nonchalantly. I didn't answer. My first thought wasn't how to relieve myself, but to go to the toilet and empty this bloat. When I got up, I noticed her iPad was still on her bed, not charging. Interestingly, I hadn't closed the door this time.
Back in bed, Xiaoxue lay flat under the covers, not allowing me to stand there and analyze the situation. I got into bed next to her, holding her shoulders. She didn't look at me, or rather, she didn't look anywhere else.
"I'm sleepy, go to sleep," Xiaoxue whispered again, but this time she buried her head in my chest.
Before her head even reached the ground, I intercepted her with my mouth, a French kiss, touching her breasts. She didn't push me away, but gently hugged me, as if it were all perfectly natural. And my French kiss, fueled by alcohol, was naturally intense. I lifted her pullover nightgown, revealing her white bra.
"Is this okay for us..." Xiaoxue softly posed a question. "..." I hesitated, wanting to reply with "Of course!"
Lifting the bra, a pair of small breasts, which I had already expected, were laid out before me. I slightly spread her arms, admiring these small breasts, which I had never even fantasized about, for a few seconds. The two small, brown nipples were perky, seemingly already erect from the stimulation of female hormones. Having watched Japanese adult films for years, I certainly wouldn't go for it like most people would. This kind of uninspired, animalistic approach wouldn't appeal to a woman like Xiaoxue. I gently circled her areola with the tip of my tongue, sometimes lightly touching her nipples, sometimes moving to kiss her breasts under her armpits. I could smell Xiaoxue's familiar, all-encompassing fragrance. Only when I felt her soft breathing begin to quicken did I carefully lick her two eager nipples. Xiaoxue gently embraced me, enjoying the sensation. I kissed almost every inch of her breasts. I took off her bra from under her nightgown, but didn't remove the nightgown itself, because I prefer women to wear clothes on their upper bodies during sex, and Xiaoxue's upper body was really quite thin. --!!
My right hand, through her panties, rested on Xiaoxue's vulva. I could feel the bones, clearly sensing how thin she was. I didn't massage her vulva much, just slipped my hand inside through her pajama bottoms and panties.
The feeling was still so clear in my right hand as I typed
—wet, slippery, and hairy…
As I was taking off Xiaoxue's pajama bottoms and underwear, Xiaoxue didn't pretend to stop me. Instead, she kept piling the blanket over her upper body and head, clearly feeling incredibly shy about exposing her most private parts to her best male friend. Her labia were almost completely wet and shiny, and her vulva had a unique smell. Although everyone would love to hear descriptions like "pink" or "fragrant," I don't want to embellish it here. I have to say, she had a lot of hair. Perhaps because of the darkness, her vulva was clearly close to brown. After all, she was a 28-year-old woman, and it seemed to be the kind of thing called "a sliver of hair" (hair extending to her navel). Anyway, I've heard that women like that have a very strong sex drive.
I kissed Xiaoxue's cute pubic hair. Xiaoxue's hands gently held my arms, though it was hard to tell whether she was pushing or supporting me. "No, it's dirty~~~" I could predict with my heels the common bed line women use. From her pubic hair to her labia, clitoris, and then to her anus, I carefully tasted Xiaoxue's entire genitals, back and forth. Xiaoxue also moaned softly. At that moment, the feeling of alcohol and dizziness had disappeared. Looking at this pussy, I couldn't help but sigh as I licked it. This was the most private part of my best colleague. This was the genitals of the woman who always called herself "sister" during our playful banter. This was the real pussy of Xiaoxue, who complained to me every day about how stingy the boss was. It was right in front of me, right before my eyes, for me to see, smell, and taste. My penis was already engorged with blood and hard as a rock, practically bursting out of my pajama bottoms. I kissed Xiaoxue's genitals while she held my head tightly, whether trying to pull me up or something else, she was exerting force. Perhaps she was genuinely shy and wanted my mouth and head away from her private parts, yet she was also enjoying the conflicting sensation. I lifted my head, pulled back the blanket, and kissed her small breasts while simultaneously pulling down my pants with my bare hands. After struggling to remove my pajama bottoms and underwear, I looked at Xiaoxue. After a half-second of eye contact, my swollen penis didn't allow me to think too much. I wanted Xiaoxue to give me oral sex, but there was no time to ask or try to get her to do it; I just wanted to be inside Xiaoxue immediately.
I think everyone has this feeling. We fantasize endlessly about a woman—a classmate, a colleague, or even a distant relative—and meticulously plan every action, step, and position from the moment we get into bed until ejaculation. But often, when the day actually arrives, all those carefully planned details are forgotten; the impulse is solely focused on penetration. Besides, I hadn't really fantasized about Xiaoxue in any particular way… Xiaoxue's body was warm, the kind of warmth that brings satisfaction and love. Her already soaking wet vagina allowed my penis to slide in quickly. Holding her slender waist, although I adhered to the theory and attitude of "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust," I couldn't really care less. Xiaoxue didn't moan lewdly like in novels; she just held my arms and breathed softly. We were more like quietly enjoying this sudden yet inevitable sexual encounter.
After a while in the missionary position, I lay on top of Xiaoxue, her breathing still rapid.
She hugged me, and I hugged her back.
"Tired?" she asked in her characteristic caring tone.
"No."
"...Aren't you sleepy?" Xiaoxue asked in a coquettish way. I looked up at Xiaoxue, who also looked at me with a slightly frightened expression, but just like before, her eyes only glanced away for half a second. Her expression and behavior seemed to be telling me, "Start fucking..." Next, I grabbed Xiaoxue's two small breasts with both hands and fucked her rapidly, without distinguishing between shallow and deep thrusts. Sometimes I would hug Xiaoxue and fuck her, and sometimes I would grab Xiaoxue's breasts with both hands. Because I had been drinking, I was more confident about the time. I fucked for more than 10 minutes without stopping. I thought about changing positions, but by then I was almost mechanical and no longer had time to think about how to make it more enjoyable. Although I liked the doggy style, I lost interest when I thought about how small Xiaoxue's butt was.
The alcohol, combined with the special nature of this lover, made me want to forget everything else and ejaculate completely, ejaculating on her. We didn't change positions for a long time, and my vision blurred as I recorded Xiaoxue's blissful state of touching her breast with one hand, and her orgasmic state of constantly touching her clitoris with her right hand before I ejaculated.
The moment I ejaculated on her stomach, I felt a ringing in my ears. Lying
on top of her, I felt a strange mix of awkwardness and happiness.
I nestled against Xiaoxue, holding her close. She hugged me back. I kissed her cheek, and she gently kissed my ear. "What time is it?" Xiaoxue's soft voice sounded different from usual after the passion subsided. "I don't know," I replied.
"I'm going to take a shower." Xiaoxue ,
I'm tired.
When I woke up again, it was morning, and
I was woken by my alarm clock. Xiaoxue was still asleep in her bed, not yet up to shower, brush her teeth, or get dressed. When I came out of the bathroom, Xiaoxue was already up, still dressed in her pajamas, not greeting me. I ignored her, and she walked past me, still sleepily going into the bathroom. Everything was normal, just like a day ago, proceeding as usual.
The next few days, weeks, months, even years passed as if that night had never happened. We remained good colleagues and friends, still living our busy lives, still teasing each other, joking, sharing our family, work, and emotions, and even going through resignations and job changes together, sharing our hopes for the future.
But neither of us ever mentioned that night again.
Time passed, and by 2015, we had both changed jobs. She went to work in an office at a company similar to a loan firm and got married, while I went to work in regional sales at a private company and met my life partner. Although Xiaoxue and I hadn't lost touch—we still recommended good movies to each other on QQ, complained about the awful people and disgusting things we'd encountered, and joked and complimented each other on WeChat Moments about how handsome or beautiful we'd become—we no longer shared our lives or cared about each other as often as before due to work, life, and family reasons.
But this relationship, which was clearly drifting apart, often made me feel that she was still by my side, that she hadn't left, because of a single word she said or a comment on her Moments.
It made her feel that I was still there for her, that I had never left.
Until just before the Spring Festival, a sudden reunion with old colleagues led to another encounter—but that's another story…

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