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That day in the rooftop lounge, she wore a light blue chiffon suit, which looked very elegant and gave me an impulse to lift her skirt and take her from behind. Unexpectedly, it actually happened, although not in the position I had imagined, but it fulfilled a long-held desire.

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All the employees here are women, and I'm the only man. I don't know if this guarantees I'll be popular, but I just feel a vague, ambiguous feeling.

The story I'm about to tell is about a team leader in a department. To interact with clients, she often wears suits and high heels. Sometimes she wears looser clothes, and I can see right into her chest. Her nipples are light brown; I guess I use them moderately. At first, I just ate ice cream, but later, I never expected to be able to indulge whenever I wanted. Her

name is Mandy, a 26-year-old married woman who has been married for three years but doesn't have children yet. I remember when I first arrived last year, she was the first person I met. We'd chat occasionally, and when we were alone, we'd talk about personal matters. From what I knew, her relationship with her husband and mother-in-law wasn't good. So, our conversations often drifted to family issues, and eventually, even her bedroom problems with her husband.

Her husband was physically imposing, but according to her, he was only good-looking and couldn't satisfy her. And she, although inexperienced (as she herself said), after three years of "exploration," knew the benefits of sex, but her life outside of work didn't provide the satisfaction she deserved from her husband at home. Moreover, she had to endure her mother-in-law's temper, which fueled her desire for revenge.

Revenge?

Hey, hearing those two words, my eyes lit up. So I asked her about "cheating," and she actually said she wouldn't resist cheating because she wanted to relieve stress through self-indulgence, or rather, get revenge on her mother-in-law and husband's lack of passion. But the workplace here is predominantly female, so that's simply impossible.

I was the first male employee the boss hired, so she thought she'd found someone to confide in.

This thrilled me. After I repeatedly confirmed things with her, she kept telling me she was the kind of person who would cover up her secrets if she cheated, and that she was generally very good at keeping secrets, let alone something like this. Even I, in my naiveté, knew I was already in her grasp; with a little effort, I wouldn't be bored at work anymore.

Here's what happened: the first time was during lunch break.

She invited me to a break room on the top floor of the company to fix a toilet seat. Seeing the toilet seat in her hand, I readily agreed, but my mind was elsewhere.

Upstairs, I deliberately asked her, "You look especially elegant today! But there seems to be a hint of loneliness in your eyes." She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Something's been bothering me, but there's no way to resolve it." I pressed her for details and learned that her husband had been arguing with her frequently lately, putting her under pressure from both family and work, with no outlet for her emotions. She thanked me for talking to her, saying it at least helped ease her stress a little. In the break room, I picked up the toilet seat, about to change, when I saw her standing beside me. She wore a light blue suit and white high heels. Looking up, I could see her waist and hips, and a faint fragrance emanated from her. In the small, somewhat stuffy space, I couldn't resist any longer.

So I put down my work and stood up. She looked at me with a puzzled expression, and before she could ask a question, I pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her. She offered a token resistance, unable to break free from my hold. I held her tightly, kissing her gently and slowly. She opened her teeth, allowing my tongue to penetrate and intertwine with hers. We kissed for a long time, and when we parted, her eyes were hazy and she was panting.

I didn't know if she came to the break room because of the repair job or if she had other plans, but I couldn't care less. I led her to the sofa, guided her to sit down, and held her legs, kissing her from the inner thighs. As I kissed her, I pulled down her panties. She unconsciously opened her legs, and I slowly kissed her vulva, which I had parted. Her vulva was still a light color, not pink, but for a woman who had been married for three years and was so well-off, her husband was truly wasting her. I extended my tongue and licked her delicately, gently and deeply, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy. I carefully licked her dry vulva until it was wet. She remained reserved, her eyes closed, moaning softly. I wasn't in a hurry to possess her; after all, there was still an hour until lunch break. Making her feel something the first time was the first chance.

I held her hand, and she gripped mine in return, continuing to lick. I felt her growing wetter, her clitoris swelling with blood. So I took her clitoris into my mouth, sucking and gently biting. She seemed unable to withstand the stimulation, her moans growing louder. I laid her down, pressing my body against hers, kissing her shoulders, neck, and earlobes. Her breathing became heavier; I knew she couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my pants down halfway, took out my penis, and pressed it against her vulva, slowly rubbing it. With each rub, she moaned. My glans was covered in her vaginal fluid, and at that moment, she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I knew it was time, so I whispered in her ear, "I'm going in!" She nodded. I then inserted the head of my penis. She seemed to have been parched for a long time; her vaginal opening was very tight. Although it was wet, it gave me a very firm, enveloping feeling. After inserting the head of my penis, I stopped going further, but she shyly pushed her lower body upwards, allowing my penis to go in a little more. I gently thrust in and out with the part that was inside, but not all the way in. I maintained this for a while, and she noticed my deliberate actions, so she took the initiative herself.

"I want... faster... faster... give it to me, give it to me..." Making love with her was nothing like the long, drawn-out screams in novels; instead, it was a soft, yet very lewd, whispered sound, especially her sweet breath, which made it hard to give in so quickly. So, I used a slow pace, thrusting all the way in and then pulling out to the entrance, repeating this several times, before suddenly thrusting hard, with large, sweeping movements. She seemed to have been waiting for this for a long time, holding me tightly. The only sounds in the break room were the collision of our genitals, her moans, and the sounds of our fluids flowing in and out. Her vagina, lubricated and after some foreplay, felt like a small mouth, sucking on my penis. After about twenty minutes, she had orgasmed about twice. We maintained our initial position, and I ejaculated inside her.

I didn't use a condom, nor did I intend to pull out. She seemed indifferent, as she had been using contraception.

From that time on, I always went to the break room to repair things during my lunch break, and she, as my team leader, diligently kept an eye on me every day. What was originally a somewhat tedious job suddenly made me want to go to work early and leave late every day.

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