The Indulgence of Mature White-Collar Women

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My first time with Rong Xiaobo happened on the tatami mat in the tea room. Throughout the entire process, my legs were constricted by the pantyhose, unable to open. This created a unique kind of stimulation; my lower body was taut, requiring considerable force for his thrusts, bringing a slight pain amidst the pleasure. Towards climax, my legs kicked wildly forward, but he grabbed them and pushed me up, my lower body forming a straight line. At that moment
, I didn't know what I was shouting; I probably shouted everything. I had never been so unrestrained in my life.
After the revelry, Rong Xiaobo withdrew, removed the condom, took two tissues, and carefully wiped my genitals.
I was deeply moved again: I had thought this playboy was only attentive when pursuing women, but now that he had won me over, I hadn't expected him to still be so considerate. Then, he took off my pantyhose, and I immediately felt much more relaxed. I stretched my legs and then lazily lay down in his arms. He knelt on the floor, and I rested my head on his lap. The tea room was dimly lit, and I felt the atmosphere was very warm. I never imagined that tonight would be our first time.
During the lovemaking earlier, I hadn't taken off my skirt, and now that we were both naked and embracing, I felt it was a bit inappropriate to still be wearing it, so I reached out to take it off. But as soon as I reached out, Rong Xiaobo stopped me. He held my hand down with one hand, while caressing my bare upper body with the other, softly saying,
"You don't need to take it off. I like women to be a little covered up when they're doing it. Actually, it would be even better if you wore stockings."
I gently bit his arm, saying shyly, "You have this kind of hobby? You're really a bit of a pervert." Rong Xiaobo pressed both of my breasts down with both hands, chuckling, "You're so ignorant. Such a normal request, and you think it's perverted? Didn't your previous boyfriends have any bedroom fun with you?"
Mentioning "previous boyfriends" made me feel a little downcast, and I sighed, "Don't mention it. I'm a little tired." He didn't speak, but his hands kept teasing my body, from my breasts to my shoulders, neck, and lower abdomen. I used to think that a woman's sensitive areas were only those three points, but now I realized that wherever his hands touched, my desire flared up, and I couldn't suppress it. My legs became wet again. I shyly pressed his hand down and whispered, "You're too amazing, I'm afraid I can't handle it." "Then don't hold back, why should you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed me again. Unlike our first kiss, this one was gentle and lingering, our tongues only occasionally touching, a tender and teasing exchange. Gradually, my whole body was getting hot, and my thighs couldn't help but stretch out and then pull back. Rong Xiaobo noticed my desire rising and whispered in my ear, "Go put on your stockings." I knew he wanted me to put them on and then tear them, so after hesitating for a while, I couldn't resist him and sat up to get them and put them on, complaining as I did so, "These are brand new, and I've only worn them once."
After putting on the stockings and straightening my skirt, he gestured for me to kneel on the tatami mat, bend over, and I knew he was going to penetrate me from behind. Actually, my ex-boyfriend and I rarely tried positions other than normal, and we'd only done it two or three times from behind at most, so I was still a little nervous. Seeing my nervous expression, he smiled and reassured me, "What, never tried this before? Don't be nervous, relax, um, that's it." As he spoke, he lifted my skirt up to my waist, leaving only my pantyhose covering my lower body. I felt his hands repeatedly stroking and probing my buttocks and vulva, seemingly trying to determine where to tear it; then I heard a tearing sound, feeling the pantyhose being opened from the perineum. The
doggy style wasn't easy to coordinate at first, and I lacked experience. Under his guidance, I lifted my hips, and after several attempts, he finally aimed correctly, slowly inserting the head of his penis before thrusting it all the way in without any tenderness. His movements were so wild that I cried out in pain, but this time he didn't compromise, pulling almost all the way out each time, pausing slightly, and then thrusting in again. Although the speed wasn't fast, each time it reached the deepest part of my body, making me feel waves of churning in my uterus and lower abdomen. The phrase "painful yet pleasurable" perfectly describes my current state.
The man continued thrusting into me from behind. I shook my head, gripping my clothes tightly to the floor to alleviate the intense stimulation. Eventually, I couldn't maintain my kneeling position anymore; my body kept leaning forward, only to be pulled back by him. Finally, he pulled my arms behind my back, leaving my body completely unsupported and at his mercy. The sounds of our bodies colliding earlier gradually mixed with the sounds of water, a blend of sounds I can't describe. I felt water flowing down my thighs, and I was instantly filled with shame, the word "lewd" faintly surfacing in my mind. Because the thrusting had lasted long enough, my vagina slowly relaxed, the pain completely gone, leaving only a feeling of pleasure that rippled outwards from my lower body, even spreading to my limbs. I knew I was about to climax again.

This was truly an unprecedented experience. I rarely achieve vaginal orgasms; with my ex-boyfriend, even after ten times of sex, I'd barely manage one. But today, I had two within a short hour. The overwhelming ecstasy was like a whirlpool, engulfing me completely. I helplessly lowered my head, all my senses seemingly atrophied, leaving only the stimulation and pleasure of sex. I don't know how much time passed before I realized I was sprawled on the tatami mat, limbs outstretched. He was carefully wiping my thighs with a tissue, teasingly saying, "You're such a watery woman; the water's been flowing all over my legs."
I lay there helplessly for a while, then suddenly remembered that we hadn't used a condom this time! I sat up in utter shock and turned to Rong Xiaobo, asking, "What did you just do—" He immediately laughed and said, "Don't worry, I didn't get it inside you. Of course I knew my limits." Still not reassured, I rolled over and checked my body. I saw a wet, white, sticky discharge on my stockings, realizing he had ejaculated on my leg at the crucial moment. Only then did I relax, lying back down and trying to regulate my breathing, enjoying the calm after my orgasm.
That night, we didn't leave the teahouse until eleven. Rong Xiaobo drove me home, and we didn't say a word the whole way.
Letting him have his way in this place wasn't my intention, but what woman could resist that kind of atmosphere?
Besides, I had reached an unprecedented climax, both physically and emotionally, so there was really nothing to regret.
After getting out of the car, Rong Xiaobo walked me all the way to the elevator downstairs. Then, seeing that no one was around, he put his arm around my waist and gave me a goodbye kiss. I hadn't kissed someone like that in ages.
I slept very well that night, without a single dream. The next morning, as I made myself breakfast, I pondered what kind of relationship I should maintain with Rong Xiaobo: more than friends, but not a girlfriend, so what was it? Was it some kind of friends-with-benefits relationship? I never imagined I'd be part of that kind of relationship. However, it wasn't up to me anymore; the roles had reversed, and it was probably Rong Xiaobo's decision. I should focus on my work.
Because I woke up late, I almost missed work. Walking into the office, I sensed something was off, but not wanting to ask too many questions, I sat down and buried myself in my work. Around noon, a few people came in and cleared out our old female team leader's desk. That's when I realized she was being transferred today—no wonder the atmosphere was so strange! It seemed what Old K had said about the departmental restructuring and the transfer of ABC from the US headquarters to be the team leader was true, and executed very quickly.
Thinking about this, I suddenly felt refreshed. Just then, Rong Xiaobo sent another text message: "Did you sleep well last night? I heard it's going to rain and get colder tonight, don't forget to wear more clothes, be careful not to catch a cold." I was even more delighted: it seems this playboy Rong Xiaobo wasn't just playing around with me, there's more to it than meets the eye! Since there's more to it, whether it leads to marriage is another matter. Having such a handsome and charming date is already more than enough for me.
However, since Rong Xiaobo and I might develop a long-term relationship, I should try to learn more about him. To my shame, although he's been pursuing me for almost half a year, I know almost nothing about him. Besides his work, school, and major, his family background, hobbies, and romantic history are all unknown to me.
Where should I start? I remembered Xiaoying, my best friend who used to date Rong Xiaobo.
Could I ask her to find out more about him? It's been two months since I last saw Xiaoying, wouldn't it be natural to have a meal together and catch up?
So, after lunch, I called Xiaoying. She's a straightforward person; when she heard I wanted to catch up, she immediately said she was free all weekend and suggested we meet in Tianzifang on Saturday afternoon. She's a seasoned artsy young woman who loves streets like Tianzifang with their strong artistic atmosphere, and of course, I didn't object. After a few pleasantries, the arrangement was made.
I just got back to the office this afternoon when I received an email from my department head, Mr. K. It read:
"Yolanda:
As you can see, the organizational restructuring we discussed yesterday has begun today. Your team leader will be leaving this week to hand over his responsibilities, and the new team leader will take office next week, no later than next Wednesday. At that time, in addition to your current work, you will also serve as his assistant. He's new to China and unfamiliar with many things, so you can make decisions on general team matters as long as you get his approval.
Also, several department leaders will be hosting a welcome dinner for your new team leader in the suburbs next weekend, which will take at least a whole Sunday. Unless you have something urgent, I hope you will attend. We all value this personnel change, and it's a good opportunity for everyone to relax together." After reading the email, my first thought was: the new team leader is so arrogant! His position is actually lower than the department leaders, yet several department leaders are hosting a welcome dinner for him, and it will take a whole day!

I have no plans for Sunday, so going is fine. It seems Sophie's claim that this ABC team leader is "from a prestigious background and being groomed to be the future CEO of the China region" is quite accurate. Thinking about this, I'm increasingly eager to see this young master, this Stanford graduate, my future boss, in person. I really hope next Sunday comes quickly!

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