Passionate encounter with a female colleague in the car

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The story takes place shortly after I started working. Because I enjoy traveling, I became quite close with several colleagues who shared the same hobby, including a female colleague, A, from a branch office in another city. At that time, the company had excellent benefits, organizing one or two company-wide trips each year, with each person allowed to bring one companion: a family member, boyfriend/girlfriend, or even a classmate/friend. That year, we went to Hainan. I didn't have a girlfriend, so I was alone, while A, in her early thirties and still unmarried, brought her classmate and best friend. That was the first time I met her. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a petite figure. Having recently married and given birth, she possessed a unique, mature charm of a new mother. We didn't talk much at our first meeting, only noting her gentle personality, and didn't think much of it. The three-day holiday quickly passed, and everyone returned to their respective cities. I only kept in touch with colleague A.

A year later, in late autumn, A suddenly told me she was coming to my city with friends to visit H Mountain, inviting me and another male colleague, B, to join us. I readily agreed, and when we met, I found A standing prettily next to her. When we met again, she seemed more gentle and mature, yet a faint sadness lingered in her eyes. Later, I learned that she had discovered her lawyer husband was having an affair, so A had accompanied her to clear her head. We set off for H Mountain; young people easily liven up the atmosphere together, and we quickly became acquainted. During the climb, I often helped her up. At the summit, we climbed a huge rock to watch the sunset. A and B were pulling her up from above, while I helped her up from below. Her slender waist, small, rounded hips, and faint feminine fragrance suddenly appeared before me, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart, suddenly having some further thoughts. I couldn't resist taking the opportunity to touch her buttocks twice; she seemed unaware or thought it was an accident. As darkness fell, A and B walked ahead to find a hotel, while she and I lagged behind. I mustered my courage and suddenly grabbed her hand. She hesitated for a moment, but didn't pull away. I was overjoyed but dared not speak, and held her hand until I saw A and B before letting go.

We stayed at a hostel in the mountains that night. It was cold and there were few people. There were only four of us in the dormitory. The bunk beds were connected end to end. Two girls sat in their blankets on the lower bunk, while my male colleague and I sat by their bed chatting. Her hands were tucked under the covers. After chatting for a while, the power suddenly went out. We lit candles, and the light and shadows in the dormitory flickered, like the desire in our hearts. I took advantage of the darkness and slipped my hand under her blanket, holding her hand. She didn't react and continued chatting with the others. Gradually, I became bolder, and my hand moved to her thigh, starting to caress her through her long underwear. She glanced at me but remained unmoved. Until my hand slowly moved to her vulva, I first wandered around, touching and lightly scraping, then pressed along the cleft. She trembled slightly but didn't move to resist. Her vulva felt flat and full, and my fingers became more and more audacious, exploring her clitoris and clitoral hood. Slowly, her breathing quickened, and her eyes became somewhat glazed. I touched her entrance, trying to probe inside, but unfortunately, her long underwear and panties blocked the way, and I failed. At that moment, looking at her flushed face in the flickering candlelight, I wanted nothing more than to push her down and strip off those inconvenient clothes... However, there were others around, and with no other option, the night grew late. We all said goodnight and went to sleep. I reluctantly withdrew my hand, vaguely feeling that my fingers were a little damp...

The next day was a long hike: watching the sunrise, exploring the canyon, and finally trekking down the mountain. With the tacit understanding from the previous night, I would hold her hand whenever I had the chance, and she seemed to accept it, often leaning against me like a little bird. In the evening, we descended the mountain and boarded a minibus to the county town. A seemed to sense something and said she was carsick and sat in the front row, while she and I sat in the second-to-last row where no one was around. Exhausted from a whole day of hiking, everyone closed their eyes to rest as soon as we got on the bus, and I was no exception. When I woke up, I found her head resting on my shoulder, fast asleep. I saw her soft, flowing hair, her long, curved eyelashes, her delicate nose, and the alluring curves of her breasts beneath her black sweater. I couldn't resist lowering my head and kissing her eyes. Unexpectedly, this woke her. Her slightly reproachful expression ignited my passion, and I cupped her face and kissed her directly on the lips. With my mouth covering hers, she made muffled "mmm" sounds from deep within her throat, a sound I couldn't quite decipher—whether from pain or pleasure. But after only a second or two of hesitation, she immediately accepted me, allowing me to easily pry open her lips and teeth and penetrate her. She began to respond, our tongues swirling passionately, sometimes tightly intertwined, sometimes deliberately dodging and chasing. I greedily sucked on her saliva; it was sweet, like a young girl's. Gradually, my hands began to wander, stealthily touching her breasts. Even through the sweater, I could feel their softness and suppleness. Her breathing grew heavy, and I took the opportunity to reach around her body with both hands. One hand slipped under her sweater, then moved up to her bra and slipped inside, while the other reached behind her to unhook it. However, unhooking with one hand is a skill, and she leaned forward slightly, giving me room to unhook it smoothly. Finally, I touched her soft breasts, greedily caressing and kneading them. Although they were only A-cups, they felt full and firm to the touch due to their elasticity. Her nipples were slightly enlarged from childbirth, which suited my penchant for playing with nipples. I started with gentle, light touches, then gradually increased the pressure, poking, circling, pulling, clamping, drawing circles, kneading… Her expression shifted between anxious helplessness and relaxed ease, occasionally letting out a few muffled groans. Seeing that there was still no one in the rows in front or behind, my lust swelled again. The hand behind my back moved to the front to continue caressing her breasts, while the hand in front slipped down into her long underwear. Unlike last night, now I could easily feel her full vulva and the cleft between her panties, all through her underwear. What surprised me even more was that the part of her panties touching her vulva was already wet! Without hesitation, I dug my fingers directly into her vulva. Yesterday, I couldn't go in because of her long underwear, but today, with only her panties, it wasn't deep, but it was enough for her to suddenly grip my hand tightly, letting out a long exhale. I continued my assault, temporarily ignoring her vulva and instead playing with her clitoris. Her clitoris was hidden a little deep, but it swelled up after a few gentle touches, indicating she was quite sensitive. Besides touching her clitoris, my fingers also occasionally brushed against her thick labia, pressing and stroking the slit. The continued caresses caused her vulva to overflow, her panties becoming completely soaked. Seeing her panting heavily, I had no choice but to relent. Parting her wet panties, my fingers circled and hovered around her overflowing opening. She moaned with longing, and I sealed her lips with a kiss. Suddenly, my middle finger plunged into her vagina. Her body shuddered, and she let out a sweet, intoxicating moan—"Oh…mmm…". Luckily, the bus was moving, and the rumbling noise seemed to have gone unnoticed. Entering her warm vagina, the soft walls and depths pulsated rhythmically, as if sucking on my finger. I was invigorated and began to explore her G-spots, starting with shallow and gradually deepening them. After some effort, I seemed to have found it, so I quickened the pace of my finger movements, while my other hand vigorously massaged her breasts, kissing her lips. Suddenly, her body tensed, her hands gripping me tightly. I felt a warm surge… Right there in this minibus traveling on the mountain road in late autumn, a young woman was brought to orgasm by my fingers.

Later, more people boarded the bus and sat on the other side of the same row. I didn't dare to be so unrestrained and pulled my hand back. We arrived in the county town, rested for the night, and on the third day went to a nearby ancient town. Because we had chartered the bus, we couldn't do much, except for passionate kisses when no one else was around. On the fourth day, on the return trip, a five-hour bus ride, she and I sat together again. A and B sat two or three rows away, but there were other passengers in front and behind us. On the bus, while everyone else was resting with their eyes closed, we started with a passionate kiss. As we kissed, my desire flared up like wildfire, but what could we do with all the people around us? At a rest stop along the way, I saw a security guard wearing a military overcoat. A brilliant idea struck me. After boarding, I covered her and me with my large fleece jacket from the hike, claiming it was for warmth. This way, even the people next to us wouldn't see what was happening. As the bus started moving, my hand had already quietly slipped inside her clothes. Her face flushed, she leaned against my shoulder, hiding inside the overcoat. It went smoothly. My fingers slid into her vagina. Because there was so much fluid, I even inserted my ring finger as well, bending it into a C-shape with my thumb, and then I started moving up and down forcefully. Since her G-spot was detected, she reached orgasm again after hundreds of thrusts. Because there were people around, she didn't dare to make a sound, just breathing heavily with her head down. Finally, she couldn't help but moan softly. The people next to us finally noticed and peeked at us, but I glared at them fiercely. And so, I continued to play pranks on her throughout the journey, bringing her to orgasm countless times on the bus. Finally, her underwear was soaked, and we were both exhausted before we finally fell asleep.

Back in the city, A and she stayed at a hotel. A, already aware of our relationship, asked B to accompany her to buy souvenirs, giving me and her a chance to be alone in the hotel. So, I finally had sex with her, and it was perfect. She was incredibly passionate in bed, completely different from her usual gentle and virtuous image. I won't go into details about the sex. We maintained this relationship for a long time afterward, for example, when we went on business trips or flew to a tourist city together on weekends, stayed in guesthouses, cooked together in the evenings, and then made love passionately. It wasn't until I found a steady partner that we gradually stopped contacting each other.

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