Laboratory Passion

As soon as I opened the door, a beautiful woman sat in the research lab. She had bright, large eyes, soft facial features, and
wore a plain white pullover; her skin was so fair it blended seamlessly with the garment. She sat there quietly, while
the senior students and classmates in the lab, seemingly busy with their own tasks, occasionally glanced at her.

It turned out her name was Qingrong, a relative of the professor, and she was preparing to study in Europe. She hadn't yet
received her application, and her departure date was still six months away. During this time, she would be interning in our lab
, and the professor would be helping her brush up on some fundamental subjects. It seemed everyone would be studying even harder these next six months!

Soon, she became friends with the graduate students.

Our computer science lab was entirely male, and the addition of this "lab flower" suddenly added a lot of
fun. Besides studying, experimenting, and attending meetings in the lab every day, we would also go out to sing karaoke,
bowling, and have late-night snacks together. Previously, everyone usually worked diligently together and did their own thing during leisure time
, but now they had become more united.

Among the graduate students, I felt she was the one who liked me the most, as she was always quite attentive to
me. Actually, everyone else already had girlfriends, so Qingrong's attention should have fallen
to me. But none of them seemed to give way; they were all group members, and with
the professor watching, I didn't have many opportunities. However, I was very busy with my studies at the time,
so I didn't think much of it.

She had been in our lab for about two months. This day was Valentine's Day. In the afternoon,
nearing evening, they all said goodbye, presumably to spend time with their wives. After dinner,
before sunset, the lab was empty except for the two of us.

I read a book while listening to music, while Qingrong surfed the internet. Only two of the neighboring
labs had lights on, and from the window, we could see the lights of the ball in front of the City Hall Square
projected into the Taipei night sky.

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely. After all, it had been many years since I'd spent Valentine's Day alone.

Suddenly, Qingrong asked me, "Xiao Li, why don't you get a girlfriend?" In the atmosphere tonight
, amidst the radio's melody, she probably felt a touch of loneliness too!

"If I had a girlfriend, there would be no one to keep you company tonight!" I stretched
.

"Seriously!" she laughed, "You're a great catch!"

"Seriously, I'm too busy right now, I don't have time to find someone, and nobody
comes knocking on my door, so I'm single." I replied, and it was the truth. "What about you? We all doubt
how you could not have a boyfriend, we even discuss it privately!"

"Really not!" She clearly didn't want to explain, shifting her gaze to the side.

This was a good opportunity! Xiao Li, if I didn't seize it, I'd never have another chance.

"Then how about this, we act as each other's lovers tonight, what do you think?"

Need I say more? Of course I knew I had to seize it.

"That sounds awful! It sounds like a one-night stand," she said.

"That's not what I meant!" Of course, that was exactly what I meant, but
that's not what I said: "I meant we could have a date, go for coffee, dance!"

To maintain her girlish modesty, she hesitated.

"Just tonight! After tonight we'll 'go back to normal'," I urged. "
Afterwards, I'll take you home."

"Okay! But wait until I finish writing an email."

As I expected, she agreed.

She wanted to contact a student studying in the Netherlands, introduced by a friend. Since her English writing
wasn't fluent, she asked me to write it for her. Following her instructions, I typed and discussed as we went, composing an English
email.

I sat in front of the computer, and she stood beside me. I noticed she was bending over, and her cleavage was
peeking out from her low neckline—a white bra covering her two small white mounds. She didn't notice at first,
but because I was so engrossed in watching her, she noticed my gaze and suddenly, as if startled, covered her collar with her hand and
straightened up. I quickly snapped out of it and looked away.

We continued talking for a few more minutes, and I noticed she had returned to her original posture, this time even
closer to me, and the angle of her collar made it easier for me to "observe." Good girl, she's actually seducing me!

I openly admired her, while she pretended not to notice. With her breath warm against my face like that
, and her breasts so prominently displayed, it would be incredibly impolite of me to resist!

"Qingrong, you're tired of standing, sit down!" I said, pulling her hand and guiding
her to sit on my lap. She half-heartedly sat down, an unnatural
smile and a blush appearing on her face.

"Come on, let's finish typing this letter."

"Qingrong, standing is tiring, sit down!" I said, pulling her hand and guiding
her to sit on my lap. She half-heartedly sat down, an unnatural
smile and a blush appearing on her face.

"Come on, let's finish typing this letter."

With someone in my lap, typing naturally slowed down; and she wasn't one to remain unmoved by a
woman's presence, so her words gradually became rambling and incoherent. I switched to typing with one hand, while
the other rested on her waist, and later I simply stopped typing with both hands, waiting for her to finish a paragraph before reaching out to
type... Of course, my free hand wasn't idle, constantly exploring the places she allowed on her body.
Whenever I touched near her sensitive areas, she would slap me down without hesitation, scolding, "Don't
touch me like that!" But she didn't seem really angry. My hand would only withdraw temporarily, then
persistently wander towards those areas again. Perhaps she had been teased too much! Later, she lay on the table,
no longer reading the letter, nor stopping me.

My hands gently covered her breasts, slowly kneading them. The man sitting on her buttocks...
The rooster had already crowed, and my movements grew increasingly hurried. Her clothes,
one by one, were stripped away with my caresses. Finally, all I held in my arms was a piece of jade—the completely naked Qingrong.

"So beautiful!" I exclaimed from the bottom of my heart. She smiled, her eyes lowered, her arms
crossed over her chest. Her skin was translucent, like a piece of white jade. Her breasts were a little small, but her nipples were unmistakably
pink. It was the first time I had ever seen pink nipples in real life. The rest of her body
was perfectly proportioned, even the number of pubic hairs was just right, fine and soft,
covering her in just the right places.

I carried her to the large table we used for meetings and placed her there, admiring her closely. She seemed
embarrassed by my gaze, covering her chest with her hands and lying on her side with her back to me, her face turned towards me, revealing a shy
smile, not daring to look me directly in the eye.

I climbed onto the table and leaned down to kiss her. Besides her rosy cherry lips, my lips
rained down on every part of her body, while my hands greedily roamed over her beautiful form,
kneading, pinching, and rubbing her breasts, lower abdomen, and pubic area. Everywhere I touched, there was a soft, pinkish touch
—her body seemed to be coated with powder, delicate and alluring.

I impatiently pulled down my pants and threw them on the floor. Seeing my erection approaching her, she immediately
jumped up and said, "No!"

I was stunned. We stood there naked for a few seconds. "No," she lowered her head and
said again, then whispered, "I'm still a virgin."

"There has to be a first time!" I said. The delicious treat I was about to have slipped away—this was unbearable.

"No," she insisted, "I'm saving my first time for my future husband.
I never agreed to be with any of my previous boyfriends; that's my principle."

She smiled shyly again, lowering her head. "But I can still satisfy you."
She bent down, opened her cherry-like mouth, and took my large penis inside.

"Ah..." A jolt of electric pleasure shot through my glans, and I cried out. She
sucked intently, occasionally pulling the shaft out to caress the base
and testicles that couldn't fit into her mouth. Her tongue skillfully stimulated my entire penis, the head moving up and down, while
she would sometimes hold her hair, gently caressing my penis and testicles.

After only a few thrusts, I ejaculated all over her face and head, with a small amount trickling
into her mouth.

I picked up some tissues to wipe her clean, and she became a virgin again, quietly accepting my wiping
. Her skillful oral sex was so incongruous with her pure and beautiful appearance, it was hard to imagine.
Perhaps her ex-boyfriend had trained her well?

She came in just a couple of moves, which was a little embarrassing, especially since I was the one enjoying it,
I should repay her. Thinking this, my penis started to crowing again.

She saw it and brought her little mouth closer again. I picked her up and turned her around, her little
hole right in front of me.

Her pinkish-red little hole was slightly open with excitement, covered in vaginal fluid,
glistening on the pubic hair beside it, truly "cherry blossoms in the rain," so beautiful, so beautiful. I parted her labia
and kissed her labia minora lip to lip.

At this moment, a tingling sensation ran through my lower body, and she began to move as well.

Having just ejaculated once, this time it lasted longer. Determined to save face, I continued
to tease her, and she made soft "mmm...mmm..." sounds as she held my penis in her mouth.

Finally, she pulled it out, panting softly. As my tongue moved rapidly,
her body writhed, and her juices flowed freely, staining my lips. Her moans
grew louder and louder, until finally she cried out with a "woof," I thought, she must have reached orgasm.

We continued our tender embrace... until it was already ten o'clock, and I
had to take her home. I reluctantly got up, dressed, and watched her near-perfect body being wrapped in her sweater
and jeans.

I walked her back to her home in Neihu. She clung to my neck, gently pecked my cheek
, and said, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Yes, Happy Valentine's Day," I replied with a smile, reciting the lines I had prepared. "And thank
you for your Valentine's Day gift."

She blushed, turned, went inside, and closed the door.

What an unforgettable Valentine's Day!

[The End]

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