My ambiguous relationship with the finance department manager

Chapter 1

The company organized a trip, and a woman from the finance department hitched a ride with me. A young man from my department, Xiao Li, was also in the car. Halfway there, she asked me to stop somewhere. I stopped the car, and she opened the door and quickly ran to a ditch by the highway. I guessed she was relieving herself.

We waited in the car for about twenty minutes, but she didn't come back. I said to Xiao Li, "Go check why she hasn't come yet." He said, "She's probably gone to relieve herself. It's not convenient to look." I joked, "If I weren't here, you probably would have gone to peek." He looked at me awkwardly. Just then, my phone rang.

I answered; it was the woman. She asked me to come over. After hanging up, I thought, "This guy is so careless. He probably didn't bring any toilet paper." I grabbed some and went out. Xiao Li looked at me with a mischievous grin. I ignored him and prepared to get out of the car to see what my respected woman needed.

Let me tell you about this woman. She's quite pretty. Although she's about 35 and has been married for seven or eight years, she looks like a newlywed. She's very beautiful, with fair skin and a decent figure. She's a bit conservative when it comes to clothing; I've never seen her wear skirts or shorts, not even the company-issued business suits. She greets her colleagues politely, but they don't really talk much.

When I came down from the ravine, I saw her squatting there. Strangely, she had completely taken off her jeans and was only wearing white underwear—or rather, boxer shorts. I asked, "Can I come over here?" She shyly replied, "Could you...could you come help me?"

I went over. The messy scene led me to guess that she must have somehow soiled her jeans after finishing, and there was a lot of it. She then took off her jeans and tried to wipe it with toilet paper, but there was too much to clean, so she called me for help.

I asked her what happened, and she said a bug had startled her, causing her to lose her balance, and then… just as I suspected. Poor woman! I felt a pang of sadness looking at her pants; they were disgusting. She asked if I had any women's jeans in the car. I replied curtly, "I don't do car sex often, why would I keep women's jeans in the car?" She seemed embarrassed, realizing she might have asked the wrong question.

Her face was flushed. Looking at her plump, white legs as she squatted there, I thought, "Wow, they're so white, they must feel amazing to touch." She noticed my lecherous gaze, but perhaps because she needed something from me and was embarrassed, she pretended not to see me looking at her and said, "Please help me think of something, I don't know what to do."

I looked at the jeans on the ground; only the bottom was dirty. They could probably be turned into shorts. I asked if that was okay, and she reluctantly agreed. I handed her the Swiss Army knife and the pants. She tried them on but said she didn't know how to use them, so I had to do it myself. The pants really smelled bad. Just as I was about to cut, thinking I'd play a trick on her, I cut off both pant legs cleanly, right up to the crotch. Then I used the tool on the knife to roughen the edges. I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction and handed it to her.

When she saw the short pants, she looked like she was about to cry. She asked me why I made them so short, how could she wear them? It was so embarrassing! I said helplessly, "It's because there was a lot of poop on the pants, so I had no choice but to cut them like this. Besides, I've never done this before. The first time I didn't cut them evenly, so I cut off another ring."

She had no choice but to wear them like this, but tragedy struck. They weren't even as long as her white boxer shorts! Where did she buy those white boxer shorts? They were ridiculously long! A ring of white underwear was showing outside the shorts. When I saw her like this, I couldn't help but laugh. She said, as if she wanted to kill me, "Couldn't you have left a little more when you trimmed them? Look, your underwear is showing!"

I said, "That's easy, just take off your underwear, and I'll change it into a thong, then it'll be fine." She said, "You're filthy." I ignored her, but she didn't have any better options, so she agreed to change her underwear too. She told me to turn around and start taking off my pants again, but tragedy struck again. When she took off all her pants, she lost her balance on one leg and fell down again. I involuntarily turned around and saw her white buttocks sitting on the ground. Seeing her pained expression, I went over and helped her up.

While helping her, I admired her genitals. Damn, not much pubic hair, but neatly grown, and surprisingly, a perfect mound. I really wanted to taste it, but I resisted. She seemed to be in a lot of pain; she didn't even notice. I had already admired her entire genitals. I helped her sit on a tree stump and squatted down to pick up her underwear. From this angle, I could admire her private parts even more. Damn, they were so pink and tender. If I didn't know her age, I wouldn't have guessed she was a married middle-aged woman.

Just as I was enjoying the moment, my phone rang again. It was Xiao Li. He said, "Boss, are you two hooking up? I've been waiting in the car for over half an hour. But don't worry, I'll hitch a ride with another company car on the way. You can continue." While I was on the phone, she finally noticed my gaze fixed intently on her private parts. She wanted to yell at me but was afraid Xiao Li would hear, so she covered her private parts with both hands, glaring at me fiercely. If looks could kill, I believe I would have been dead by now.

After hanging up the phone, she seemed about to get angry, but she held back. She asked me to quickly alter her underwear, and solemnly told me not to alter it into a thong. Of course, I didn't dare; if I angered her, it would be so awkward when we saw each other again. So I just altered it into briefs and handed it to her. She was about to reach for it, but both her hands were covering her private parts. I took the opportunity to grab her small feet and slip the underwear inside. Her face was flushed, and she stared at me without moving. The underwear was already pulled up to her thighs, and our faces were almost touching. Suddenly, she pulled her hands away and covered her eyes, saying, "You're despicable, shameless, and taking advantage of me in this vulnerable state."

It turned out that without my noticing, I had actually gotten an erection; I hadn't even realized it myself, and she had seen it. I was actually sexually aroused by a woman ten years older than me. Reason made me turn away. After a while, she put on her modified underwear and trousers and walked towards the car. I followed her. This woman usually dressed too conservatively, and these shorts perfectly showcased her beautiful lower body. If I didn't know she had been married for many years and was a middle-aged woman, I would have taken her right there and then.

Once in the car, she said, "Why don't we just go back? I'm not used to wearing shorts, and besides, there are so many people from the company; we can't let them see." I turned the car around and drove back, saying, "We can't let them see; what if I do?" She angrily raised her small fist and hit me, saying, "I haven't settled accounts with you yet! You keep telling me what you saw!" She didn't seem as angry as before; women are strange. I teased her, saying, "It's very beautiful, but I haven't seen the upper half." She said, "You wish! You want to see more? Fine, I'll show you, and then I'll gouge your eyes out with a knife."

I joked, "I'd still like to see, even if it means getting my eyes gouged out." She ignored me. I glanced at her upper body, guessing she was hiding something. Unfortunately, she didn't reveal it. She saw my lecherous look and was probably cursing me as a pervert, but she refrained from doing so.

She ignored me and actually lay down on the back seat to sleep. I stopped when we got to the city, intending to wake her and ask where she lived, but when I looked back, she was fast asleep, wearing super short shorts that revealed her snow-white thighs. She was so beautiful. The shorts were so short that as she slept, I could see her pink vulva through the legs. I had already mentally raped her many times. Suddenly, I remembered to take pictures, so I took out my phone, put it on silent, and snapped many photos of her beautiful legs from various angles, including many suggestive close-ups.

I had just put my phone away when she suddenly woke up. Seeing me leaning over the middle of the front seat staring at her, she sat up, noticed the bulge in my pants, gave me a mischievous grin, and offered to take me to XX neighborhood. After dropping her off, she said she needed to go home and fix it up, and that she'd definitely thank me properly another day. Then she got out and left. My brain raced, and in no time I'd come up with dozens of ways for her to thank me. I'd

set up her bulge twice today, and she'd seen it both times. This usually aloof woman was acting all flirtatious with me. Was it real, or was I just imagining things? Looking at the doorway where she disappeared, I felt a pang of disappointment. Sigh, I really need to get back and encrypt those photos and save them.

Chapter 2

After taking my older sister home that time, everyone went to work as usual. I would greet her at work, but otherwise we didn't interact much. Occasionally, I would take out the photo I had secretly taken of her that day. It was such a waste that she had such beautiful, fair legs; her clothes were still so conservative.

One day, I received news that my older sister was going on a business trip to X city for two days. Hearing this, I started to think. This was an opportunity. I had to plan carefully and try to spark something with her again. Because when I saw her fair legs compared to her pink breasts, I was already unsettled, but I kept it well hidden.

To avoid suspicion, I left for the business trip a day early, telling the company it was to a city near X city. I flew to that city, found a hotel, booked three nights' stay, got the invoices, and then took a bus to X city overnight. After breakfast, I took a taxi to the airport, hoping to bump into my older sister there.

Sure enough, perseverance pays off. I waited from 8 a.m. until 11:30 a.m., and finally saw the woman through the glass. I quickly turned around, facing away from the door, and pretended to be on the phone. I guessed she was about to walk up to me when I suddenly started talking loudly on the phone. Sure enough, she noticed me and stopped a short distance away.

I pretended to talk for a couple more minutes, then hung up and said, "What a coincidence! What brings you here?" She looked at me, puzzled, and said, "I'm here on a business trip. I saw the business trip application you gave me, but it's not here. What are you doing here?" Oh dear, I forgot about that. All the documents have to go to finance.

I said, "I got there, but my client said he wanted to meet me here at the last minute. I just met him this morning, and then I dropped him off at the airport and ran into you." (After saying that, I realized a big mistake—dropping someone off at the exit—thankfully, the woman didn't realize it.) Then I said, "Let's go have lunch together."

My older sister and I took a taxi to a restaurant in the city. I started ordering, and as I was doing so, she said, "No more ordering, that's enough. Any more and it'll exceed the company's reimbursement limit." I told her, "Don't worry, sister, this is on me." To my surprise, she said, "Little brat, spending money like this before you're even married," and then snatched the menu and handed it to the waiter. I was a bit stunned. I'm a manager, after all; how did she become a little brat?

But my sister is almost ten years older than me, so I couldn't really say anything. During the meal, we chatted about some trivial things, and I didn't dare cross any lines. After the meal, she said she was going to the hotel she had booked and told me to do as I pleased. Of course, I insisted on staying, saying I didn't have anything else to do today and would help her put her luggage at the hotel first.

She didn't object. The weather in X city was a bit hot, but the older woman's conservative long-sleeved shirt and trousers were completely out of place with the city's short-sleeved shirts and shorts. No, I couldn't forget my purpose. I quickly came up with a terrible idea: since it's hot, I'd take her on the bus, preferably a two-mile walk,

and see if she'd take her clothes off if she got hot. I led her to the bus stop first, checked the route and found the bus number. When the bus arrived, I took her on. It was full, so we stood. At the next stop, many people got on. I was so happy! We were squeezed to a metal box near the back door. She leaned against the box, and I stood facing her.

The next stop was even more crowded, squeezing us together. She leaned against the box, and I leaned against her, our bodies touching. I was so happy! There were so many people! But I said, "Why are there so many people? I should have just taken a taxi." She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Idiot, taxi fares are reimbursed."

Of course I knew, but that was exactly what I wanted. My body was pressed close to hers, and my senses told me her breasts must be very full and round—I hoped they weren't padded. Her skin was naturally fair, but the heat and our intimate position made her face increasingly red, and she gradually sweated profusely.

I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but I also started sweating, until I was drenched in sweat. I was more than half a head taller than her, and sweat dripped down my chin. I felt my sweat running onto her face. She tried to avoid it, but her head had limited space, so she could only turn it to one side.

On that side, her white neck and pink bra straps were exposed at the neckline, which aroused my wild fantasies. I felt my blood circulation quicken, and I sweated even more, until the sweat dripped directly onto her exposed neck. I was so excited, fantasizing as if I were ejaculating all over her.

As a result, I got aroused, and my erection was so strong it pressed against her crotch through two layers of pants. She felt it, but didn't say anything. She simply bent one leg and pushed me away, but my penis was still throbbing. I really wanted to masturbate, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Her leg seemed tired and straightened up, so I naturally pressed against her again. We remained in this stalemate for two stops before we arrived at our destination. After getting off the bus, she pointed at my crotch and said, "Look at you, aren't you ashamed? Don't walk with me." I looked down and saw that my crotch was wet, and the erection was so obvious. I

quickly moved my bag in front to cover it. After walking about 500 meters, we arrived at her hotel. I put her luggage down in the room, and we were both covered in sweat. She must have been even hotter than me. She said she was going to take a shower, took a small bag out of her bag, and went into the bathroom. Then, I heard the crisp sound of the door locking, and my heart broke.

Bored, I watched TV in my room, thinking about my older sister's behavior. I figured I wouldn't get away with it. About twenty minutes later, she came out, wrapped in a bath towel. You'd all think it would be sexy, right? But no, she came out wearing two bath towels, from her armpits to her knees, and a towel draped over her shoulders. I couldn't understand how she managed to cover herself so perfectly. But looking at her wet hair, fair face, and bare white feet, she was still somewhat sexy.

She politely asked me, "Are you going to shower? If not…", before she could finish, I said, "Yes," and ran into the bathroom, but I didn't lock the door. I knew I really wanted her to come in, but she wouldn't. She stood in the room, looking bewildered, staring angrily at the closed bathroom door. This woman is really shameless.

Suddenly remembering her clothes and underwear were still inside, she knocked on the door and said, "Can't you come out for a bit? Let me tidy up before you shower." I noticed her clothes as soon as I came in, but because it was so hot, I stripped myself naked before examining them. When I heard her knock, I casually said, "The door's unlocked." She opened the door and saw me standing naked in the bathroom. She yelled, "Why did you call me in without clothes on?" and then slammed the door and ran away.

The funny thing was, I said the door was unlocked, but I didn't ask you to come in, so how could she blame me? I turned on the tap, and the water was running, but instead of showering, I started examining her clothes. I picked up her pink bra; it was made of very thin fabric, and the padding was also very thin. It seemed she had real breasts, not padding, pressed on on the bus today—they must be quite large. I smelled it; there was a hint of sweat mixed with her faint body fragrance. I really wanted to possess it, but that was impossible. Why would she give it to me?

Looking at her discarded cotton panties, I noticed they were incredibly wet. I picked them up and smelled them – it smelled like her vaginal fluid. Then I looked at her jeans; the crotch area was also wet. I finally understood why my pants were wet – it was from her vaginal fluid! How much water must have dripped there? My gaze suddenly fell on something on the corner of the sink – an electric vibrator. I picked it up and smelled it again; it still smelled like her vaginal fluid. She'd probably just used it and hadn't had time to wash it. A

wicked thought crossed my mind. I turned on the vibrator and rubbed it against my penis, imagining her vagina servicing me. Lost in thought, I ejaculated. Then I casually put the vibrator on the sink, grabbed her bra to wipe my penis, and took a cold shower. Looking at my clothes, they reeked of sweat and were unwearable. She'd used all the towels, leaving only a single towel. Be bolder. For the sake of sexual happiness, you have to sacrifice your relationship with your colleagues. I risked her getting angry, so I just covered my genitals with a towel and came out.

She was surprised to see me come out like that and said, "You pervert, why are you out here naked?" Then she grabbed a large towel and threw it at me. I was also surprised to see her, because she was wearing a yellow, sheer dress for the first time ever. It wasn't sexy, but it was much prettier than her usual outfit. I instinctively caught the towel she threw at me and stood there dumbfounded, holding it, not noticing that the towel had fallen off when I reached for it.

Fantasizing about what lay beneath her yellow dress, my penis was already erect. She didn't yell at me. She looked at my slightly defined muscles and my erect penis, paused for a moment, then told me my towel had fallen and went into the bathroom. Damn it, I was so focused on enjoying myself that I think her bra still has my semen on it. She's definitely going to yell at me now. Oh well, I'll deal with it as it comes.

I grabbed a towel and made myself a dress, haha, and sat on the sofa watching TV as if nothing had happened. The older woman went to the bathroom and saw her bra was a mess. She picked up the vibrator and smelled it; it had been used too. But then she thought about the scene she had just witnessed: a rather handsome young man, not very muscular, but not too much fat either, with an erect penis. She wondered what it would feel like to compare it to this vibrator.

Lost in thought, she stopped feeling lewd, because she felt herself getting wet again. After cleaning up the vibrator and putting it away, she gathered both of their clothes together, thinking, "Let's see how I tease you this time. Last time you teased me was so embarrassing." The older woman came out carrying her clothes, told me she needed to go to the office to get a business card to replace her room key for the power outlet, and then left with her small bag and room key.

Damn, she completely ignored me and didn't even yell at me. I didn't want to think about it too much; I needed to get my clothes sorted out, I needed to wear them later. When I went into the bathroom, I was stunned—where were my clothes? She must have packed them up with hers, probably sent them to the dry cleaners. I quickly called her; I couldn't stay naked forever. Oh no, my phone and wallet were in my clothes! This was terrible.

Coming out of the bathroom, I saw her suitcase on the floor. I went to see what was inside. Opening it, I found it full of her own clothes: a skirt, two tops, and even the shorts I'd altered for her last time. Looking closer, I realized she'd reworked them herself; the frayed edges were neatly finished, and she'd even added a few distressed holes. It looked like a ready-made pair of hot pants! I didn't expect her craftsmanship to be so good.

But no matter how I looked, I couldn't find anything I could wear. Never mind, I was feeling a bit tired, so I went to bed and took a nap. I was sleeping soundly, dreaming that my older sister was licking my big penis. Wow, it felt so good! I wished this dream would never end. But after a few minutes, I felt something was wrong. It wasn't a dream; it felt like my penis was being licked by something. The wet feeling was so real; no dream could compare.

Could it really be my older sister? I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid of startling her and losing this emperor-like enjoyment. I clearly felt someone giving me oral sex. The sound, the warmth, the feeling—it was real. I continued to pretend to be asleep while enjoying this superior service.

I felt my blanket being pulled up from underneath. My older sister was kneeling between my legs, spread out in a starfish shape. I never expected her to be so proactive, secretly giving me oral sex. Her technique was amazing; her soft lips swallowed my big penis up and down, and she would occasionally stroke it with her smooth little hands. Under her powerful yet gentle onslaught, I ejaculated, feeling my semen gush out until the last drop was gone. Then, suddenly, her warm little mouth sucked on my slightly limp penis a few times.

End of paragraph two…

Chapter 3

Last time I was sucked pretty well, let's continue the story…

The older sister gently sucked on my penis a few times, then got up to cover me with the blanket. Then I heard footsteps fading away, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. This older sister is really shy, how did she just leave? I opened my eyes, touched my penis to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I got up and turned on the TV for a while, but still no sound of the older sister coming in. I wanted to call her, but my phone wasn't with me, so I decided to ignore her and continue watching TV. While watching TV, I reminisced about her gentleness earlier. I never expected her to be so secretly passionate, haha.

At this moment, there was a knock at the hotel door. I thought it was the older sister, but it was a male waiter who came in. He handed me a form with a service fee of 200 yuan on it and asked me to sign it. I thought it was probably for dry cleaning; 200 yuan for washing a few clothes. I signed my name and asked when the clothes would be washed. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "I'll go downstairs and ask for you," and then left.

Long afterward, no one came. It was getting dark, and I was starving. Finally, the doorbell rang, and the older woman came in with her key card, carrying a bag of clothes. She tossed the bag to me, saying, "Here are your clothes, let's go eat together." I was so touched! I told her, "Sister, you're so kind, you're so considerate of me."

She gave a strange "oh" and went into the bathroom. I took out the clothes she'd bought me and looked at them. A red t-shirt. I put it on, and it fit me fairly well. She has good taste. Then she took out a pair of tight black briefs. They really showed off my curves.

Next, she took out a pair of blue denim shorts (upon closer inspection, I was stunned—they were altered from a pair of jeans into very short shorts, probably from a tailor shop). This was her revenge on me; what man wears such short shorts? How could I possibly wear this out? This is what happened when she came out of the bathroom.

The older woman thought my t-shirt looked pretty good, then noticed my tight underwear underneath, the shape of my "weapons" visible through it. She couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Oh dear, the underwear seems a bit too small. Just make do with it." I said, "The underwear fits perfectly, but what happened to these jeans?"

She explained, "Well, I bought a whole pair, but somehow the legs got dirty, so I went to a tailor and had them altered like this. I'm sure you'll like this style." I was speechless. This was blatant retaliation. Oh well, considering how kind she'd been earlier, I'd let it slide.

The denim shorts fit well, but they exposed my thighs, making me feel a little creepy. Anyway, nobody in this city knew me. She then pulled my wallet and phone out of her bag and gave them to me, saying, "I'll borrow the money in your wallet for now. I'll pay you back when we get back."

I was thinking of going out to buy some pants, but it seems she tricked me. I didn't even bother asking when I could pick up my dry-cleaned clothes; I knew it wouldn't be there anyway. We left the hotel together and went to a hot pot restaurant. A lot of people gave me strange looks along the way, but it's okay, I'm thick-skinned.

After we finished eating, the older woman said she had to go back to the hotel and wanted to send me away. I stubbornly insisted on chatting with her for a while, saying, "Look, our relationship isn't ordinary, let me buy you a drink." In my heart, I was thinking, "You've already taken my cock, and now you think you can just kick me out like that?"

After some coaxing, she agreed to let me find a place to sit for a while. We found a small bar and sat down in a quiet corner. I ordered a bottle of red wine, poured myself a glass, and poured one for her too. At first, she said she couldn't drink, that she didn't drink, but she eventually gave in and said she'd only have one glass.

After a few sips of her drink, her face started to flush, which looked quite pretty. I complimented her, saying her rosy cheeks were cute and beautiful. She seemed pleased with the compliment and quickly finished her glass of wine. I offered to pour her another drink, but she wouldn't budge. I had no choice but to get her a soft drink.

We chatted for a while longer when her phone rang. She picked it up, saw it was her husband, and quickly ran outside to answer it. I idly drank, looking at the many pretty young women in the bar. I realized I was being a jerk, trying to seduce this stubborn older woman. I should just get rid of her and find another prey.

About half an hour later, my older sister came back. At first, I didn't notice anything unusual about her; she was just silent and didn't like to talk, constantly sipping her drink. Upon closer inspection, I realized she wasn't just flushed from drinking; it looked like she'd been crying. Had her husband scolded her? For some reason, I felt a little happy.

But I still asked her with concern, "Are you alright?" She didn't say anything. Seeing her sipping that large drink made me annoyed; I had to force her to drink more. I deliberately ate some snacks on the table, popped a chili pepper into my mouth, and chewed it a few times—damn, it was really spicy! Then I snatched her drink and downed it in one gulp.

Even though it was fake, I really ate the chili pepper. After finishing the drink, my mouth still felt a little off. She stared at me with a strange taste in her mouth, but didn't seem to want to comfort me. I endured the spiciness and said, "Sorry, it was really too spicy just now. I finished your drink, and I can't finish this alcohol either. Have some more."

Seeing that she didn't say no, I refilled her glass and pushed it towards her. She mechanically stuck her mouthful of wine into the glass and slowly sipped. She got drunk so easily; I let her drink more. Since she didn't say anything, I slowly drank my own wine. After she finished, I refilled her glass. She ended up drinking four glasses in total.

Then she slumped onto the table without saying a word. I shook her, but she didn't move; she was clearly drunk. After paying the bill, I carried her out of the bar, then took a taxi back to her hotel. I put her on the bed, but she didn't react. She was really drunk. It's all my fault for being so heartless and letting her drink so much; what am I going to do now that she's drunk?

I carefully helped her remove her skirt, finally revealing her full upper body. A pair of large, white breasts were encased in her thin bra, making me erect. I wanted to unhook her bra, but after placing my hand on the clasp several times, I finally withdrew it. A gentleman shouldn't take advantage of someone in such a state.

However, I still took a few pictures of her wearing only a bra and panties before finally covering her up with the blanket. I turned around to pour her a glass of water, and she rolled over in bed, ripping off her bra so badly the hooks were torn, before continuing to sleep on her side.

I never expected her to have this natural sleeping posture. I squatted down beside her and saw her two big breasts, so white and large, and quite pink. I reached out and touched them; they were soft. I wanted to try them with my mouth, but her sleeping position made it inconvenient, so I carefully turned her body back to her normal position. I was so lucky

! These breasts were definitely comparable to the ones in "All the Way to the West"—white and large, and the nipples weren't even black. They were really well-maintained. I played with her breasts, touching them a few times and then licking them. Damn, it felt so good! My hands and mouth were satisfied, but my big cock was still hungry.

After countless internal struggles, I ultimately didn't act like a beast. The reason was that my older sister was asleep, and I couldn't know her wishes. If she were awake, I definitely would have forced myself on her. As long as she didn't strongly resist me, it would have been successful. But now that she was asleep, it wouldn't be right to force myself

on her. I took out my phone and took pictures of her two amazing breasts, then covered my older sister with the blanket and went into the bathroom. I took off my pants and, while looking at the pictures of my older sister on my phone, masturbated, fantasizing about the feeling of her giving me a blowjob during the day. About ten minutes later, I ejaculated, and the entire

toilet seat was covered in my semen. But at this crucial moment, my older sister came in. She saw me holding my degraded weapon in one hand and a phone with her own nude photos on it in the other. She looked at the toilet seat and said, "You're disgusting." Then, without any hesitation, she took off her underwear and sat on the toilet, urinating loudly.

The woman was still shirtless, but she didn't seem embarrassed at all in front of me. I was so regretful; why didn't I wait a little longer? I'd just finished masturbating when she woke up, still completely unsuspecting. After she finished urinating, she acted like I wasn't there and went back to bed, leaving me in the bathroom cursing myself for being so impulsive.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw her lying on the bed, her beautiful shoulder exposed, looking at me. I sidled up to her, lifted half the blanket, and slipped inside. She didn't object. I asked her if she knew how I got back to the hotel from the bar. She said she did, and even described what I'd done after entering the hotel room.

I was stunned again. She'd been faking it. I really regretted not just sleeping with her. But what she said next made me happy: she said, "You're a good man. If you had tried to rape me while I was sleeping, you would have succeeded. But afterwards, we'd be strangers. I won't consider you a friend anymore."

"But aside from being a little mischievous, you didn't do anything inappropriate while I was asleep. You're a good person. As long as you don't mind my body, you can have it whenever you want." Oh my god, no way! Thank goodness I didn't go for it earlier. Does this mean I can sleep with her whenever I want? I

was so happy! I rolled over and pressed myself against her, my hand on her full breasts. She then said, "But not now. Let's talk about it after I get a divorce." Hearing that she was getting a divorce, I lost interest and started listening to her sad story.

It turned out she and her husband had been married for seven years, but her husband had always loved another woman. Her husband's mother liked her and insisted they get married. After the marriage, she tried to win her husband's heart and make him forget the other woman, but she failed.

Her husband's mother had passed away, and she no longer had the ability to maintain the marriage. She would be going through divorce proceedings soon. After hearing her tragic story, I felt sorry for her. Although I didn't know what role I played, I still held her in my arms, stroking her hair. And so, she peacefully fell asleep in my arms.

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains onto us. I opened my eyes and found her staring at me like I was a monster. I asked her what she was looking at, and she said, "Looking at a big idiot," then lifted the covers and started getting dressed. After she finished dressing, she saw my erect penis.

She took it in her small hand, and I thought she was going to give me a handjob again. Just as I was about to enjoy it, she pinched my penis and said, "This damn thing is staring at me first thing in the morning, keeping me awake." Then she got up to get her underwear.

I pulled her back onto the bed and pinned her down, my penis pressed against her vulva. I felt how wet she was, and after a few strokes at the entrance, I was about to insert it when she suddenly asked me seriously, "Do you want to do it once or many times?"

My penis was already halfway in, and it felt so good inside her. Seeing her serious expression, I knew she was serious. She's a very devoted person, and I respect her. I'm sure she won't treat me badly in the future. I cheekily kissed her and said, "I just came to scout things out first."

Then I slowly withdrew my penis from her warm, wet vagina, and she continued getting dressed. I didn't want to wear those weird denim shorts from yesterday anymore. I asked her if the dry cleaners were ready, and she said they'd be delivered soon. After she finished washing up, her phone rang, and she went out.

A few minutes later, she came back with yesterday's clothes. I found my clothes and put them on. She put her clothes away in a box. I suddenly remembered that my pants were wet yesterday . I was surprised that her water could have penetrated her jeans and soaked mine.

I said to her, "Can you help me figure something out?" She agreed, so I asked her why my crotch was wet yesterday. She was surprised I asked her that question, but she still answered it for me. She lifted her skirt, revealing white cotton panties.

I didn't know what she was going to do, but I didn't think it was anything bad. She took a towel and placed it outside her panties, then had me press my hand against her vulva through the towel. After three to five minutes, her panties were wet, the towel was wet, and my hand felt damp too—she was amazing.

She told me that as soon as she touched anything hard, she would quickly become wet. I felt like I'd struck gold; she was a very wet woman. I was so looking forward to our future together. After the experiment, she changed her panties before leaving. She said she had some business to attend to, and I was also going back to the city where I was on a business trip.

We went to check out of the room, but when we checked out, besides the room fee, there was a 200 yuan service fee. The older woman was confused about what the fee was. After asking, she found out it was for hiring a prostitute. She said, "How could that be? You must have made a mistake. I was with him the whole time, how could that be?" The hotel staff produced a receipt with my signature on it, but she still didn't believe it. Finally, they used the walkie-talkie to call someone to find the person who had provided services the day before.

After a while, a woman came. She was dark-skinned, short, and had a face full of acne. She said, "I was the one who provided services yesterday." The older woman looked at the woman, then at me. She didn't believe me, and neither did I. The woman then blurted out, "Oh, right, yesterday I also saw a black suitcase in your room. It had an airport baggage check-in slip on it, it seemed to say xx airport."

When I heard xx airport, wasn't that the city where the older woman and I lived? I blurted out, "Was that you yesterday?" The prostitute said, "Of course it was me. You had your fun and now you're denying it?" The woman's face immediately changed. She pointed at me angrily and said, "I thought you wouldn't do something like this. I trusted you, but you...

you're a monster! I was blind to think you were a good person. Turns out you actually hired a prostitute, and such a 'special' one at that! Fine, I treated you to a good time. Our relationship ends here. Don't bother me again!" She threw the money at the counter and stormed off. I chased after her, but she was already in a taxi. Watching her cry through the window, I felt incredibly sad and wronged. I

rushed back to the front desk to ask what happened. I was certain I hadn't hired a prostitute. Seeing the woman standing there, I asked her again what had happened yesterday. She said, "The hotel told me that what you did was called 'service,' so I went. They also said that guests prefer a low-key approach, and if they don't ask you to do something, don't do it."

Then I went to serve you. When I entered the room, I saw you were sleeping, I wasn't sure if you were pretending, but I didn't care. I pulled back your blanket and started working. I gave you a few blowjobs and you ejaculated. After that, you ignored me and kept pretending to be asleep, so I left. Later, someone came to you to sign a bill. I do remember signing some kind of service fee bill yesterday.

The hotel repeatedly insisted that there was no mistake. Coincidentally, two people came to check out. One went to the front desk, and the other went straight out. The person who went to the front desk got angry at them: "Didn't we arrange for you to send a girl yesterday? How could you forget? My client hasn't been able to wait and is very unhappy."

Damn, finally the truth came out. This guy called for the service for his client, and he even told the girl to follow the client's instructions. I didn't give any instructions, and she finished with her hands and mouth and left. I thought the lady was still pretending to be asleep, causing this big misunderstanding.

I don't know if the hotel made a mistake or if the guy made a mistake, but they both apologized to me. The hotel then gave me 200 yuan, saying, "Sorry, sir, it was our oversight. Consider this service a complimentary gift, and we'll return the money to you." I took the money, and the guy, feeling embarrassed, insisted on treating me to a meal before letting me go.

I reached for my wallet and realized I had no money. Luckily, the hotel had refunded me 200 yuan. I took a bus alone to the city I came from, planning to catch a flight back. My return ticket was booked in advance. I was very upset that the trust I had just built with the older woman had suddenly vanished.

How could I explain it to her? I didn't know. Looking at the explicit photos of her on my phone, I realized I hadn't properly enjoyed such beautiful breasts, and I might never have the chance again. I'd just have to take it one step at a time. Let her calm down first; things will work out.

Chapter 4: The Colorful Life of the Finance Department's Older Sister

(Because the following story revolves around the older sister in the finance department, she is promoted to the protagonist of this article.)

I left the hotel furiously, took a taxi to where I needed to run errands, and started crying inside as soon as I got in the car. I love my husband so much and don't mind him having other women. I thought my efforts would win his heart, but I was wrong. Living according to his demands didn't bring me the happiness I deserved.

I met Xiao Chen from work (the protagonist in the previous story) and thought he seemed like a nice guy. I felt like he might like me, even though I'm ten years older than him. He didn't seem to care. I didn't want to have sex with him too early, not wanting my relationship to be based on sex, but he didn't need to use a prostitute. Even if he did, he shouldn't have chosen such an ugly one, and I had to find out. How could I face him?

After finishing my work at the company, it was already afternoon. I originally planned to buy a plane ticket and fly back, but perhaps because I'd have no one to worry about back home, I bought a ticket for tomorrow morning. I wanted to indulge myself a little in this unfamiliar city before going back. I randomly found a hotel, booked a room, and perhaps because I was tired from the day, I fell asleep as soon as I got to the room.

I woke up at 9:30 PM. I picked up the phone to call the front desk to order some food, but looking at the bright lights outside and feeling down, I put the phone down and decided to go out for something to eat and have some fun. I pulled a fitted black mini-skirt out of my suitcase. I remembered I bought it last Valentine's Day when I was shopping alone, but my husband wouldn't let me wear it because he thought it was too sexy.

I put it on, looked in the mirror, and saw that I was in pretty good shape, with a nice figure. The skirt had a V-neck that revealed a bit of cleavage, and my waist was perfectly toned. I wasn't wearing stockings, which showed off my long, white legs, and the silver high-heeled sandals made my legs look even longer. I was also carrying a small gold handbag.

I went out and found a mid-range-looking bar. Inside, I found a corner to sit down, ordered a bottle of red wine and some snacks. By the time the food arrived, I was a little hungry, so I quickly devoured the three plates of snacks. Still feeling unsatisfied, I looked up and noticed several people at other tables staring at me strangely. I couldn't understand it; I hadn't done anything special, so why were they all looking at me like that?

Just then, a man with his wine glass walked over to me, sat down opposite me, and politely asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, may I sit here?" I found it a little funny—he was already sitting down, yet he was still asking if I could sit. I just said "oh" and ignored him, continuing to eat the leftovers from my snack plate. Feeling a bit thirsty, I put the opened bottle of red wine directly to my lips and gulped down a few mouthfuls (I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance; last time I was just pretending to be drunk).

Putting down the bottle, the man opposite me said, "Are you Korean?" I asked, puzzled, "Why do you say I'm Korean? Do I look like I've had plastic surgery?" He said, "That's not what I meant. The way you eat and drink is something I've only ever seen in Korean dramas." My face flushed. I realized I was in an unfamiliar place and in a bad mood, and I hadn't paid attention to my eating manners, making a fool of myself.

I poured the wine into my glass and said to her, "I'm the savage girlfriend. If you're scared, stay away from me." The man elegantly took a sip of his drink and said, "I long for a savage girlfriend like those in TV dramas." Just then, the waiter brought two plates of snacks and placed them on my table. I was about to say I hadn't ordered them when the man politely took out his money and handed it to the waiter, saying thank you.

He pushed the two plates of snacks towards me and said, "Here you go. You don't seem full yet." I said thank you without ceremony and devoured the two plates in a flash. I stretched, finally feeling full, and looked at this imposter across from me, still drinking with great poise, intently watching me.

After eating his food, I chatted with him casually. He said he was here on business, but I didn't tell him I was from out of town; I just said I frequented this bar because it was nearby. We chatted for a while, and I finished my drink. Feeling a bit bloated, I told him I needed to use the restroom.

The restrooms here weren't separate for men and women; each stall was individual. I randomly picked a dress, rolled up my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and started urinating. Suddenly, the door opened, and a man rushed in. I instinctively tried to scream, but he covered my mouth.

He closed and locked the door and said, "I didn't mean any harm. Your phone rang, and I saw it displayed your husband's name. I was worried he'd be anxious, so I took your phone to find you. You probably forgot to lock the door, and it just opened when I pushed it open, and that's how I saw you." After explaining, he stared at me blankly, then released his hand from my mouth.

He handed me his phone, and just as I was about to take it, the screen lit up with a text message: "Come back quickly and finalize the divorce." I saw it, and he saw it too. I cried. He looked at me, bewildered and at a loss. After a while, he knelt down, placed my head on his shoulder, and gently patted my back.

After a long time, I calmed down and tried to get up. I pushed him away, but the moment I stood up, I realized my legs were numb and I was about to fall. He caught me just in time, preventing me from falling. He lowered the toilet seat and placed me on it.

He slowly took off my high heels. I didn't know what he was going to do, and I was a little scared, but I didn't scream. I don't know if I was expecting something, but I let him take off my shoes. He didn't do anything bad; instead, he started massaging my legs and feet, massaging them very gently and carefully.

I really enjoyed his massage. I asked him, "How come you massage so well?" He said, "I practice by massaging my wife all the time." I rolled my eyes at him and said, "You have a wife, why are you out fooling around in bars?" He said, "I think men should go out and have fun sometimes; it's good for their mental health. I sometimes indulge myself when I'm on business trips, but I only love my wife, and I spend a lot of time with her."

Is he a good man or a bad man? Well, he does fool around, but he's better than mine. Maybe no one is perfect. If my husband loved me as much as he does and spent time with me often, I wouldn't mind if he had other women, as long as he remembers that this is his home.

I said, "I didn't expect you to be so devoted even when you're being flirtatious." After massaging for a while, my legs weren't numb anymore. He helped me put on my shoes, helped me stand up, then pulled up my underwear and pulled down my skirt to straighten it. All these actions were done as if he were doing them to his wife, in one smooth motion, without any lewd gestures.

He opened the door, and we left the restroom and returned to our seats. Suddenly, I didn't feel so unfamiliar with this man anymore. We chatted for a while, and seeing that it was already 11:30, we left the bar. He asked how far my place was and if I needed a ride, and I said yes.

He very gentlemanly offered to take me home. I thought to myself, "He's showing his true colors now; he seems to be trying to make a move on me." Of course, I didn't say I wanted to go to the XX Hotel; I just gave the driver random directions. In the car, he said to me, "You're very charming; it's his loss if he doesn't appreciate you." Then he added, "If I weren't married, I would pursue you."

I saw a residential complex on the side of the road and told the driver to stop there. I got out of the car, and he followed. I thought he would offer to take me upstairs and then make his move, but instead, he said, "It was nice meeting you. Remember to be happy; there's no need to be sad over someone who doesn't care about you. Goodbye."

Then I turned around and got into the car. I walked to a bench and sat down, feeling very uncomfortable. Why is it that nobody wants me? My husband doesn't want me, and I've run into this womanizer. I was thinking about how to get rid of him, but he doesn't even look at me or make a move. Just as I was feeling depressed, someone suddenly covered my mouth from behind. I thought to myself, "Oh no, who did I run into?"

He was behind me, kissed me on the cheek, and breathed hot air into my ear, saying, "You're so beautiful." Then he walked around to the front of the bench and sat next to me. I looked up and saw it was the guy from the bar. I said irritably, "You said you didn't want to bother me, so why did you come down?" He said, "I did want to bother you, but I just wanted to look at the stars, so I came down to look at the stars, and then I ran into you, so it's not really bothering you."

I looked up, but there were no stars in the sky. I asked him, "Why aren't you going back? Didn't you have plans to fool around with some beautiful girl? You seemed to be in a hurry to go back." He said, "There is a beautiful girl, right in front of me, but we haven't made plans yet." I said, "You don't seem very interested in me."

He said, "It's not like that. Actually, I came over to your table because I was interested in you, but then I saw your text message and learned about your situation. I didn't want to take advantage of you when you were sad. What if I accidentally hurt you even more?"

I said, "If I didn't take advantage of you, why did you come? Don't even mention seeing the stars; there aren't any in the sky." He said again, "How could I not come when you were waiting for me here? This isn't taking advantage of you; it's consensual." Then

he grabbed my lips and started kissing me. Before I could say anything, his tongue silenced my mouth. He kissed me passionately and experiencedly, from my lips to my neck. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, which slid down to my waist. He buried his face in my chest, and I felt a surge of heat. I let him unhook my bra, and he sucked on my nipples. I completely lost my resistance, letting him play with my large breasts.

He whispered in my ear, "Let's find a hotel." I was tempted, but I said, "I can't go back too late. I'll go upstairs after sitting here for a while." He seemed a little disappointed, but that didn't diminish his passion. He laid me down on the bench and continued to fondle my large breasts.

After a while, he lifted my skirt and touched my underwear, his hand wet. He said, "You're such a waste of water," then pulled off my underwear and buried his head between my legs. He actually kissed my genitals! I shuddered because my husband had never done this with me.

He caught this signal from my body and licked and sucked my genitals even harder. I felt like he was drinking all the fluid I was producing. He licked very hard, and I felt so good. His mouth felt so much better than a vibrator. He licked my clitoris, then his tongue went inside, then he put his fingers in and played with it inside, while his mouth continued to lick outside.

I couldn't help but writhe, moaning uncontrollably. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, but I couldn't stop the whimpering. Suddenly, a beam of light shone onto the bench we were on. I tensed up and squeezed my legs together, trapping his head between them. A warm stream gushed from my genitals, like a mountain spring erupting. I tried to cover my upper body, but I was too weak to move.

He, on the other hand, looked like he'd just washed his hair, his face covered in water, and he was trapped between my legs. The flashlight shone elsewhere. I guessed we were community security guards. After the guard left, I released my legs. He looked up, looking embarrassed. I weakly said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened." He wasn't angry. Instead,

he came over, unzipped his pants, and said, "It's your turn to serve me." Then he took my hand and, through his pants, touched his hard penis. I had an orgasm, feeling great but also guilty. My body has only ever been touched by my husband, and Xiao Chen has only seen me, never touched me. But this stranger in front of me, I actually had an orgasm, a really wet one, something that's never happened before.

This guilt grew stronger, and I sat up and said, "The security guards in my community saw me! How can I face anyone now?" He realized his mistake and said, "I'm sorry, I got too carried away." I grabbed my purse and left, straightening my clothes as I went. I stopped behind a building and realized I'd forgotten my bra and panties in my haste.

I waited for over ten minutes, then went back to the bench. He wasn't there anymore. I used my phone's flashlight to look for my bra and panties, but couldn't find them. The large wet patch on the bench was still there, though. It was so embarrassing. But the thought of him with his rock-hard penis left there felt incredibly satisfying.

Since I was out of bras, I didn't wear any more. I took a taxi straight back to the hotel. As I was getting out , the taxi driver kept leering at my chest while collecting the fare. I looked down and saw how sexy I was—a deep cleavage and two prominent nipples. The driver's gaze was so intense, like he wanted to drag me away and rape me.

I quickly paid and got out. Back at the hotel, I was exhausted and went to sleep without showering. I slept soundly, not thinking about my awful husband or that tasteless Xiao Chen.

Chapter 5

The next morning, I went straight to the airport, bought a ticket, and prepared to go home. Once on the plane, I found it wasn't crowded, less than a third full. The flight attendants were busy with safety checks and instructions, while I leaned back in my seat, bored, watching promotional videos on the screen. As

the plane took off, looking at the clear blue sky outside, I felt very comfortable, all my unpleasant feelings vanishing. After two drinks, my stomach felt a little bloated, so I needed to use the restroom. I stood up and walked towards the back of the plane. Just as I reached the restroom door, I saw a flight attendant staring straight at me.

This flight attendant, he must be tired of seeing so many pretty flight attendants! Staring at me like that is so impolite. I was annoyed and tried to walk past him, but he moved, blocking my way. I was a little angry; what kind of service personnel are these? I looked up at him angrily, but then I realized his face looked vaguely familiar.

My mind went blank for a moment, and then it dawned on me—wasn't this the guy I met at the bar yesterday? What a small world! He made me feel really good yesterday, and I even sprayed myself in his face. I remembered him making me touch his hard penis, but I made an excuse to run away. I never expected to run into him again so early this morning.

I awkwardly said, "What a coincidence, you're here too. Are you alright?" He said, "I'm fine. I wanted to wash my hair this morning, but there was no hot water in the hotel, so I thought of you." Oh my god, he really knew how to bring up the wrong thing. I said, "Can we talk after I go to the restroom?" He stepped aside politely and let me pass. Once I

got to the restroom, I took care of my business, but then I hesitated. But then I thought, what's there to be afraid of? What could he do to me on the plane? After we get off the plane, the passengers and staff will all go their separate ways. I figured we wouldn't run into each other again. I went out feeling relieved, only to find that he wasn't at the door.

Thinking it was alright, I walked towards the middle of the plane. I hadn't gone far when I saw him sitting in a passenger seat. He gestured for me to sit next to him. I hesitated a bit, and he said, "What, are you afraid I'll eat you? You're afraid to sit here?" I thought it was fine and sat down next to him. He had prepared some snacks and a bottle of beer.

He opened the beer and handed it to me, saying he couldn't drink while working. I didn't really want to drink, but I took the beer from him anyway and sipped it slowly. Maybe I felt a little indebted to this man. He asked if I was on a business trip, and I lied again, saying I was just here to take care of some business and would leave afterward.

We chatted for a while, then he said he had to get up to distribute meal boxes and left. I thought about getting up to go back to my seat, but then I hesitated. I couldn't keep being so impolite. Twenty minutes later, everyone finished their in-flight meals, and the flight attendants were done. The plane became quiet again. Some of the few passengers were reading magazines, some were sleeping, and all the seats around me were empty. I felt a little empty inside, and I was about to get up and go back.

He appeared before me again, carrying two blankets. He covered our legs with them, and I couldn't leave. I asked him why he was always daydreaming during work. He said, "There are very few people on the plane, and besides, everyone is less active after meals, so we don't have much to do."

He reached for my skirt and slowly lifted it up, then touched my genitals through my underwear. I'm extremely sensitive in my genital area, and after just a few touches, I became wet, and my underwear became damp. I twisted my body a few times in resistance, but I couldn't stop him from doing what he was doing.

He pushed my underwear to one side with his hand, then inserted his middle finger and began to tease my vagina. His technique was excellent, making my whole body tingle. I gradually leaned against him, gripping his arm tightly. The tighter I gripped, the harder he gripped. I glanced at the passengers in front; no one was looking back, and the flight attendants behind me weren't paying attention to our seats. I wanted to enjoy this tense and exciting pleasure, so I relaxed my body and let his lewd hand roam freely over my lower body.

With his other hand, he unzipped his pants, revealing his large penis protruding through my underwear. I was leaning against him, and he pressed me onto his lap, then covered my head with a blanket. My mouth was right next to his hot, hard penis through my underwear; I could feel its heat and hardness.

He reached his hand behind my buttocks and continued to probe my vagina. My head was covered by the blanket, making the light dim. Combined with the tingling sensation in my lower body, my consciousness began to blur. I kissed his hot, hard penis through his underwear. After a few kisses, I felt his penis grow even bigger and harder, as if it were about to burst out of his underwear.

His hand tirelessly stirred inside my vagina. My vagina was very wet, and the fluid had flowed down my thighs to my heels. My body was completely aroused by him, and my defenses dropped to the lowest point. I pulled down his underwear and started licking his large penis directly. My sex life hadn't been very harmonious in the past, so I didn't have much experience with oral sex. But his penis didn't seem to have any odor and was quite clean, so I didn't feel any resistance.

I tentatively took his large penis into my mouth, slowly sucking on the glans, then slowly pulling it out, and then slowly sucking it back in. My movements were very clumsy, but under my gentle stimulation, he seemed to work even harder. As his movements quickened, my legs suddenly tightened, and I ejaculated again. Because my legs were pressed tightly together, hot fluid flowed down my thighs, soaking a large area of my skirt and the floor.

After my orgasm, my body felt weak and I had no strength left to suck on his penis. I just lay there on his lap, not moving, with my mouth still full. A few minutes later, the airplane announcement said that the plane was about to land and passengers should prepare for landing. He helped me up, straightened my clothes, and also straightened his own.

He said he'd see me later and then left. I watched him walk to the flight attendant at the back of the plane. The flight attendant gave him a thumbs-up, and he smiled at her, even patting her on the butt before saying, "Let's get to work!" I thought to myself, "What's wrong with this guy? He's harassing innocent women everywhere, even his roommates."

I returned to my seat, and the passenger next to me shifted his body to get as far away from me as possible. I was a little confused, and then I realized that the side of my skirt closest to him was wet. No wonder he was keeping his distance; he probably thought I'd peed on my skirt.

I felt so embarrassed. After the plane stopped, I rushed out as fast as I could, anxiously waiting for my luggage. It took me more than twenty minutes to finally get my suitcase. Then I went to find a restroom, found a stall, locked the door, and started taking off my skirt and underwear.

I took out a few wet wipes from my suitcase and wiped my vulva and groin. There weren't enough wipes, so I could only do a quick, cursory wipe. Then I changed into underwear and jeans, and put on a sleeveless white top. After leaving the restroom, I tidied myself up in front of the mirror, put on a pair of large sunglasses, and then came out.

Feeling relaxed, I walked out of the station exit towards the taxi stand. As I walked, suddenly a car behind me honked. I glanced at it and saw a Land Rover. I moved to the far side, but the car kept honking. I was a little annoyed. "Just because you drive a nice car doesn't mean you can act tough! I let you pass, and you keep honking!"

The Land Rover pulled up beside me, the passenger window rolled down, and I saw the driver's face. "It's him again! When will he stop? Why is he following me again?" He said, "Where are you going? I'll give you a ride." I didn't want to ride with him, so I refused, but he kept driving alongside me. Unable to resist his persistent pleading, and with the cars behind us honking incessantly, I finally pulled open the passenger door and got in.

Once inside, I noticed there was someone else in the back seat. Looking closer, I realized it was the flight attendant I'd met on the plane—the one he'd patted on the butt. I thought to myself, these two must be having an affair, no, they must be having many affairs. The flight attendant asked him to introduce me, but he hesitated for a long time because neither of us knew each other's names.

Then the flight attendant introduced herself cheerfully: "My surname is Zhang, you can just call me Xiao Zhang. I'm his sister-in-law. His surname is Fei, and he's often flying around, so we all call him Brother Fei. What about you?" Xiao Zhang replied, "My surname is Lin." Xiao Zhang smiled knowingly, "So Brother Fei has met a Lin sister! I should correct you, Sister Lin. I'm quite old."

Brother Fei said, "You're not old at all, you're about the same age as Xiao Zhang." Xiao Zhang pouted at Brother Fei, thinking to herself, "I'm only in my twenties, how can he be about the same age as me?" But she didn't say anything more. After leaving the airport and getting on the highway, they arrived in the city in about ten minutes. When they reached a residential area, Brother Fei told Xiao Zhang to get out of the car.

But while Xiao Zhang got out, she left with the words, "Brother Fei, could you take my luggage upstairs to my house? I'm going to visit a friend. I'll come over for dinner tonight," and then she drove off. Dafei parked the car and went to the trunk to get his luggage, but Xiaozhang, besides her suitcase, had also bought a box of fruit, so I helped her carry one of the boxes.

We went upstairs; it was a studio apartment, and Xiaozhang lived alone. Dafei skillfully entered the code and went into the room. The room was very clean; there was an open-plan kitchenette and dining table, then a large bed and a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a river, with another residential complex across the river.

He took two cans of drinks from the refrigerator, and I took them, opened them, and drank. Feeling somewhat familiar with him, I asked, "Were you with Xiaozhang last night?" He said, "No, I was planning to ask you out yesterday, but I let Xiaozhang go out and have fun." I was stunned; I'd asked something I shouldn't have.

Then he took over the conversation, saying, "Was last night more enjoyable, or was the flight today more enjoyable?" I blushed and looked at him, saying, "Neither was enjoyable." He said, "Really?" and then came over, hugged me, and started kissing me, saying, "The first two times were just appetizers. This time, I'll make you feel good." I resisted and tried to push him away, but he was very strong.

He pressed me down on the bed, kissing me while touching me through my clothes. Gradually, one hand reached my genitals. I felt a heat rising in my body, and my vagina started producing a lot of fluid again. I was afraid of getting my clothes dirty and then having nothing to wear, but he was only focused on frantically touching my body and didn't seem to want to take off my clothes. I really wanted to take my clothes off myself, but that wouldn't be appropriate.

His tongue wandered over my ear, one hand played with my breasts, and the other hand pressed against my genitals through my jeans. He made my whole body itchy, but he still wouldn't take off my clothes. I was so angry, but I still had to maintain my ladylike style. I couldn't just take my clothes off and let him use what he already had.

After enduring it for a while, I felt myself drenched in sweat, the crotch of my jeans completely soaked. I knew I'd have to ruin the clothes later. Since that was the case, I decided to just ignore it and we hugged each other tightly, kissing passionately. He touched me, and I touched him through my clothes. His penis was already hard, and I rubbed it against his through his pants. We fell off the bed onto the carpet. I couldn't take it anymore, so I tried to slip my

hand inside his jeans. Halfway in, I touched his hot glans. He slowed down and asked, "What's wrong? In a hurry?" I turned my head away and said, "I want to go home." He unzipped his pants, pulled them down, and then held his bulging underwear to my face.

I carefully pulled down his underwear, and his large penis sprang out. He held his penis and thrust it into my mouth. I tried to open my mouth, but his penis forced it open. He guided my head in and out of my mouth, being very careful, only inserting it halfway each time. I didn't feel any discomfort.

After a while, my mouth got a little sore, so I pushed him away. He finally started taking off my clothes. I was covered in sweat, almost sticking to my body, especially my underwear, which was completely soaked. The smell of sweat mixed with the salty smell of my vaginal fluid. He took off all my clothes, and I suddenly realized that the curtains were missing.

I covered my upper body and asked him to close the curtains. He said, "Xiao Zhang doesn't have curtains. There's a river outside his room, so no one can see him." I said, "Isn't there a community on the other side of the river?" He said, "There is, but you can't see clearly." I continued, "What if someone uses binoculars to look?" He replied, "Have you been watching too many movies? There aren't that many bored people who would do such a boring thing."

After saying that, he ignored me, pushed away my hands that were covering my chest, and then touched my large breasts with both hands, saying, "I never imagined your breasts were so perfect, the most beautiful I've ever seen." Then

he started sucking on my breasts, making smacking noises as he did so, just like a big kid. After a while, he pressed down on me, explored my vagina with his hand, and found it still wet. Then he carefully inserted himself, very slowly. I only felt my lower body slowly swelling, without any pain. He was already fully inside, and I didn't move but kept thrusting. After

about ten seconds, I felt a swelling and itching sensation down there, and I started to writhe. He also started his piston-like movements. We continued doing it on the carpet. After five or six minutes, he lifted me up while still inside me and carried me to the French windows, where he began to thrust into me hard. My arms were wrapped around his neck, afraid that I would fall.

The flight attendant was truly something else; his stamina was amazing. He held me like that for almost ten minutes before I climaxed. I hugged him even tighter, my body convulsing. He put me down, then let himself go. I sat on him, looking out the window, my hips moving up and down in a piston-like motion.

At that moment, I felt incredibly wanton. I wasn't like this before. Besides my husband, I'd never done anything intimate with anyone else. But what was I doing now? I didn't know. I hated myself. I slammed my hips against him hard, one thrust after another. After a while, I was exhausted and collapsed onto him.

He held me tightly, his lower body still moving at high speed. After a while, I regained some strength. He helped me up and made me stand against the floor-to-ceiling window. He stood behind me and penetrated me, beginning his final thrusts. I looked out the window at the clear, gently flowing river. His movements were fast and deep. The cars on the road by the river seemed small. His penis grew larger and larger beneath me.

The distant community was blurry, but the feeling of approaching climax was becoming clearer. I felt I was about to come, and his movements quickened. At the same time, he asked, "Can I ejaculate inside?" Since my husband always ejaculates inside me during sex, I didn't think much of it and said yes. My vagina suddenly tightened, and I climaxed again. Then I felt warm streams of fluid gushing from his penis into my body. At the same time, I squirted, the fluid gushing from the gap between his penis and vagina, running down our thighs.

The carpet was soaked. I was completely limp. He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, put me in the bathtub, adjusted the water temperature, and filled it up for me to soak in. Soaking in the hot water felt so good; I really wanted to stay there and take a nap. But I couldn't. I had to go back to deal with the divorce, and just thinking about it gave me a headache. The wonderful feeling was instantly washed away.

After showering, I came out wearing the bathrobe from the bathroom. Dafei was already dressed and ready. Looking at me, with my wet hair and curvaceous figure, he couldn't help but swallow hard. But he didn't have time to eat me again; he had to go back and hand over his people.

My clothes were unwearable again. He found a black dress for me in Xiao Zhang's closet. It was a bit tight and small on me. I looked in the mirror and thought, "This is too sexy!" It was a little black dress that barely covered my bra. I told him it didn't fit and asked him to find me another one.

He told me to find one myself, but when I looked in Xiao Zhang's closet, apart from the flight attendant's uniform, everything else was sexy, either short, revealing, or see-through. She really didn't have anything suitable for me. The clothes I brought were all dirty, so this was the only one I could wear.

But what if my bra was still halfway out? He looked at me and said, "Just don't wear a bra." I rolled my eyes at him and didn't reply, trying to think of a solution. Just then, he found a box in one of Xiao Zhang's drawers, opened it, took out two silicone adhesive patches, walked over to me, pulled down my black skirt, removed my bra, licked my nipples, and pressed the silicone patches onto them.

Then he pulled my skirt back up and said, "Okay, a beauty is born." I was amused by him and decided to just wear it. Anyway, we were getting a divorce, so there was no need to listen to my husband anymore. He was a conservative man, and my thinking was restricted by him. I looked in the mirror and confidently walked out of the room with him and got into the car.

In the car, we exchanged phone numbers. He drove me to my neighborhood, and I said goodbye. When I got to my own door, I didn't feel any warmth of home. On the contrary, I didn't want to go in. I thought of Xiao Zhang's house; although small, it had a very cozy feel.

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