My Story with a Good Woman: Sister Huang's Story

Since I started having sex, I've slept with respectable women, virgins, and young girls, but the one I remember most fondly is the respectable woman—Sister Huang. She's from Guangdong, around 33 years old, grew up in Shenzhen, and comes from a good family. She has short hair, a round face, and gives off a very energetic vibe. She wears red plastic glasses, which make her look even more capable. She's petite, weighing around 92 pounds, and about 158 cm tall. Her skin is slightly yellow, and she often dresses casually, giving the impression of a capable, authentic Guangdong woman. It was this rather ordinary Guangdong woman who gave me the opportunity to have sex with my boss in the office and also the opportunity to have sex with her in her bed, under her large wedding photo, ejaculating countless times inside her vagina.
She was the one who greeted me on the day of my job interview. Although she seemed short, she held multiple positions in the company thanks to her familiarity with the business. The big boss admired and appreciated her. She was eloquent and quick-witted, and I felt that this Cantonese woman was quite extraordinary. Although she wasn't from Chaozhou, she possessed the unique temperament of a Chaozhou woman. Although she wasn't beautiful, this inner quality deeply attracted me. With my equally quick wit, despite being unfamiliar with the field, I still won her favor and successfully entered the company, becoming her subordinate. This also gave me the opportunity to develop a further relationship with her. To be honest, I didn't initially intend to sleep with her, but the more I interacted with her, the more I fantasized about what it would feel like to sleep with her. She was so assertive, and anyone who likes a woman with that kind of challenge would definitely want to win her over, and I was no exception.
When I first joined the company, I was unfamiliar with the business and often consulted her. She had her own office with a large tea tray. She liked to tell me about the company's history, how the business was developed and penetrated, and how to develop new clients while drinking tea. She was quite caring towards me, her new subordinate. I listened attentively to her endless explanations and tried to use her methods, combined with my own wisdom and adaptability, to develop new clients. At that time, the competition in the Huaqiangbei electronics market in Shenzhen was extremely fierce, so no one in the company dared to be careless, especially in our sales department.
In just three months, her office became my second workplace. Whenever I had free time, I liked to go to her office to chat, learn from her experience, and listen to her advice. It was precisely because of my efforts and her experience in those three months that I had the most clients in the sales department besides her, and the number of orders skyrocketed. (Here, I should mention that my business mainly focuses on developing clients in Northeast China and Xinjiang. I am originally from Northeast China, so developing clients there was relatively easier, thanks to the advantage of meeting fellow Northeasterners.) Around this time, my salary had increased several times over, and my second boss started subtly mentioning providing me with a car so I wouldn't have to take the bus for business meetings. He felt it was a waste of time and made me look less professional, which would be inconvenient when dealing with major clients. After that, our conversations became less about work and more about life, ideals, and especially her daughter. Soon, six months passed, and I started to feel she wasn't as nice to me as before. We talked less. At first, I didn't think much of it; I was doing well at work and didn't think much of it. However, I started fantasizing about having sex with her at night, and after ejaculating, I gradually became troubled. Why was I having these feelings? Later, I learned from colleagues that my successful business development had become a threat to her, and the bosses weren't treating her as well as before. That's when I understood. I needed to get closer to her, to let her know I didn't want to steal her thunder, and that I always held her in high esteem.
QQ is a wonderful thing. It allows me to discuss work, flirt, and even get closer to my boss at other times. Although I don't go to her office much anymore, I still like to chat with her on QQ at the company when I have free time. We talk about everything under the sun. Because I'm quite witty, she gradually started to enjoy chatting with me too. We talk about everything except sex and have become good friends on QQ. Although our colleagues feel that we're still the same as before, only the two of us know that we've truly become confidants online. Of course, we're actually less than 5 meters apart when we chat. She's in her private office, and I'm in my outer office area, separated by thick glass. Occasionally, I can see her replying to me seriously, smiling charmingly at the monitor. She often glances at my desk, and sometimes our eyes meet. She smiles and continues our chat.
I really started to get closer to her at a party. Our entire sales department had a big meal, and afterwards we went to a karaoke bar to drink and sing. We sat next to each other. The company has an interesting seating arrangement, which is based on sales performance. Naturally, we ended up sitting together. That day, she was dressed casually, while everyone else was wearing white shirts and black trousers. After we sat down, her special status became apparent. As the manager, she was the only one in the entire sales department who could wear casual clothes; we all had to wear formal attire. After a few rounds of drinks, since the sales staff were naturally talkative and under a lot of work pressure, it was a rare treat to get together for drinks. Everyone drank quite a bit, and the atmosphere was great. She also drank quite a lot. It was the first time I'd ever seen this woman drink; I didn't realize she could hold her liquor. Her face was slightly flushed, and there were still lipstick marks on her lips. I was a little tipsy, but the more I looked at her, the more I wanted to look at her, and the more I started to like her. Because there were so many people, we were sitting around the table, and our legs were touching. It was hot and crowded, and our legs were touching, and our arms were occasionally touching. This made me feel my penis slowly getting hard. I started to not hear what everyone was saying, and I was just going through the motions of drinking. All my attention was focused on Sister Huang. The more I focused on her, the more uncomfortable my penis felt. It was incredibly uncomfortable through my pants. Luckily, there was a tablecloth on the table; otherwise, she would definitely have noticed if I had worn dress pants. We drank a lot of beer, and everyone was a bit drunk. We strode out of the restaurant and headed straight for a karaoke bar about 100 meters away. A group of people were belting out songs that were hard to understand. Walking into the karaoke bar, passersby would definitely think we were a bunch of lunatics, but that day everyone was really crazy, drunk, and having a great time. I casually nudged her arm, and after we sat down, since I don't like singing, we ended up sitting together again. They started randomly picking songs and drinking heartily, and we also downed glass after glass of liquor. We were all drunk. For a Northeasterner like me, this amount of alcohol is nothing, but it was definitely too much for Sister Huang. Judging from the situation, she probably wouldn't be able to keep going, so I suggested we keep playing. Since I was giving her a ride home, I half-embraced her as we left the karaoke bar and got into a taxi together. That's when I realized she was really drunk and started talking nonsense in Cantonese, which I couldn't understand at all. I just stared at her. She was lying on her side in the car, her head against the window, her thighs against mine, babbling incoherently. I got horny again, wanting to touch Sister Huang's breasts. In this situation, if I didn't make a move, I felt like I'd be doing myself a disservice. I pulled her close, making up excuses like the air conditioning was too cold against the car door, and held her in my arms. She leaned against me, and my left hand started to wander from her waist, touching her stomach and waist through her clothes. Seeing she didn't react much, I started touching her breasts through her clothes... I started touching her clothes and bra. At first, her breasts seemed incredibly small, much smaller than they usually appeared. Turns out, they were all fake. Her bra had a thick layer of padding or something similar in the front, making her breasts look much bigger than they actually were. Heh. The more I touched them, the less satisfied I felt, so I reached my hand down to her waist and started touching her breasts from there. I chatted with the driver while touching her breasts, probably because I felt guilty and afraid the driver would notice. As soon as my hand touched her bra, I felt her hand forcefully push my hand away. She didn't say anything, just pushed hard, not letting me touch her. After all, she was a woman, and a drunk woman at that. What could I possibly do if I pushed too hard? How much strength! Haha, it was like a boost for me. I started touching her breasts through her bra. I could feel the lace trim on her bra. I started fantasizing and using my hands to experience the pleasure it gave me. Her breasts weren't big, but when I touched the nipples, wow, they were huge! After all, she's a woman who's given birth; her nipples are big. My hands moved inside her clothes, touching this and that, letting her breasts slowly heat up in my hands. Her nipples started to harden, and her soft breasts began to harden. Her breathing gradually became heavier, more like moans than breathing. I really wanted to lean down and kiss her, to put my tongue in her mouth and feel the warmth of her mouth. Before I could get enough, the car had already pulled into the gate of the residential area. I was just about to put my hand inside her pants when a computer crash brought me back to reality. The driver asked, "Which building are you going to?" I said, "Seat C, we're almost there." There was someone standing under Seat C. I looked up and realized it was her husband. Sigh, I had no choice but to take my hand out, put her bra back in place, and let her sit or lie down on the back seat. The car stopped, and I got out and waved for her husband to help her out. She seemed to sober up instantly, not so confused anymore, and started talking to her husband about trivial things. I chatted briefly with her husband, and as we parted, she suddenly turned back and looked at me. Her gaze didn't seem like the hazy look of someone who'd been drinking; it was a sharp, piercing look, staring straight at me. It gave me a fright, and I quickly got back in the car and told the driver to drive off. Back home, after a night of excitement, having made love to my wife twice, I lazily lay on the bed smoking, recalling that sharp look, wondering if she was pretending to be confused or genuinely drunk. Sigh, I couldn't figure it out. I'd think about it later. I smiled and looked at my left hand, thinking, "You had a good time tonight, huh? Time for bed."
In the days that followed, I noticed she started avoiding me again. She rarely replied to my messages on QQ, and she would avoid me whenever possible when we met. During that time, I realized that she knew I had touched her, and she probably didn't want anything to happen between us, so she was deliberately avoiding me. The next month felt like an eternity. I worked tirelessly to meet with clients and tried to stay away from the company whenever possible. Because I felt that she didn't like me, I also started to avoid her as much as possible. Gradually, we almost never saw or spoke to each other, whether in the company's QQ group or at the company. I gradually went from liking and fantasizing to being angry and trying to avoid this woman as much as possible through work. Fate loves to play tricks on people like this. On a stale and uneventful Sunday, it happened to be my turn to be on duty. I was chatting with netizens in front of the computer. Since I was the only one in the entire department, I was just answering phones and wasn't busy at all. I opened a sex forum to admire the incredibly alluring bodies of foreigners and read pornographic novels. When I needed to, I would take it out and, like every time I was on duty, masturbate in the office. I personally think that masturbating in the office, especially in a partitioned office, is much more enjoyable than at home. Just as I was getting excited and about to jerk off, I suddenly saw the door open and someone come in. I quickly closed all the web pages and pretended to chat. This person got closer and closer to me. I looked up and saw, oh my, Sister Huang. We made eye contact, and I nodded to her and continued to pretend to chat, completely ignoring her. She seemed about to greet me, but seeing that I was chatting with my head down, she walked straight into the office, sat down in front of her computer, and turned it on. I started spying on her. Although I ignored her, I still felt a strong connection to her. Soon, I saw her QQ come online. A few minutes later, I suddenly saw her QQ avatar moving. I lazily clicked on it, knowing she was watching me. The message I saw made me both laugh and cry. She said, "Why have you been avoiding me lately?" I replied, "No, I've been busy meeting clients." I chatted with her lazily while smoking. We chatted like this, one sentence here, one sentence there. She said, "If you're not avoiding me, why are you acting like this? You can tell me if you have a problem with me." I said, "No problem, Manager, I'm really busy." Her next sentence sent a chill down my spine. She said, "I didn't say anything to you when you acted like that in the car last time, but now you're ignoring me?" Her words startled me. I didn't know how to reply. Then she said, "What are you thinking? What kind of person do you take me for?" What followed was a barrage of accusations. My palms grew increasingly sweaty, and I began to blurt out my true feelings: "I've liked you for a long time. I finally had a chance to touch you. I really like you, ever since I joined the company. But seeing your attitude towards me after that day, I understand you know everything. You know I touched you, and then you avoid me. I know you don't like me, and there's no future for us. I can only try to forget you through work." After about a minute, she replied: "I have a family. We can't be together. You have a family too. Forget me." I said: "Okay, I want to forget you too, but I just can't. You're still on my mind." She said: "Still?" I replied decisively: "Yes, still on my mind." She suddenly said: "Come in, let's have some tea and talk things out, okay?" I got up and walked into this incredibly familiar office. She also got up to make tea. We didn't say a word. I sat on the sofa, and she sat next to me, slowly rinsing the cup with tea. She held tweezers and slowly turned the cup full of boiling water, rinsing it repeatedly. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable force that made me decisively pounce on her. The cup and tweezers fell to the ground.
I pressed down on her and kissed her wildly, completely disregarding her feelings. My mouth was searching for her lips, and she kept dodging, shaking her head to avoid my mouth. She pounded my back with both hands, quite hard, and I could feel the pain. I ignored her completely and frantically kissed her neck and hair. She kept struggling, and I freed one hand to reach inside her casual clothes and touch her bra and breasts, quite forcefully. Suddenly, she shouted in a voice that wasn't too loud: "You can't do this to me! You can't do this to me!" I was completely out of my mind. I ignored her, didn't even look at her, just kept touching her breasts, using my other hand to hold her head still, and kissing her lips. She wouldn't open her mouth. Her face and neck were covered in my saliva. Slowly, I felt her strength waning, tears welling in her eyes, and her slapping hands turned into gentle hugs. I pulled up her clothes and bra and started kissing her breasts. She turned her head away, tears streaming down her face. It was the first time I'd seen her breasts; they were so small. If they weren't for the large nipples, they would look like a man's if she were lying flat. I bit one nipple and sucked on it, while my other hand started unbuttoning my... I used my belt to pull her pants and underwear down to my knees, exposing my penis. She noticed it too, but just looked at me with a look that was a mix of provocation, resentment, confusion, and helplessness. I didn't say a word and started pulling down her pants forcefully. This time, she resisted again, pulling hard on her pants with both hands and shouting, "No, really, no!"
Her voice was loud, but I ignored her and forcefully pulled down her pants. Her shoes wouldn't come off, so in desperation, I lifted her legs with my left hand, and with my right hand, I aimed my penis at her opening and thrust it in. "Ah," I let out a comfortable "ah." "Ah," she also cried out, saying it hurt. "Can you take it out?" "
Okay," she said, but in reality, she didn't resist at all. I started slowly thrusting in and out, my penis going all the way in each time, very forcefully, making a "slap. slap. slap." The sound of "slap" was heard, and in less than a minute, I felt the water inside her increasing. Her eyes were closed, tears still glistening in the corners, and she began to moan softly, "Ah. Hmm, hmm. Hmm." Seeing she was getting into it, I increased the speed of my thrusts. My penis felt smoother and smoother, and her moans were still not very loud, just "hmm hmm hmm hmm." She no longer needed me to lift her legs; she pulled up her pants herself. I buried my head in her vagina, thrusting faster and faster, each thrust more powerful than the last. Suddenly, she cried out loudly, "Ahhhhh!" I felt her orgasm coming. In less than five minutes, she was about to climax. I thrust desperately, feeling her body begin to convulse, convulsing incessantly. Her other hand began to pound my arm, shouting,
"You bad man, you bad man, ah, bad, bad man!" There was no sound, only her convulsions and the slapping sound of my penis hitting her labia. I pulled out my penis. She looked at me, and I said:
“Turn around, this position is uncomfortable,” she turned her head and looked at me, who was standing on the ground with my penis out. I stared straight at her intently. She stood up, turned her back to me, put her hands on the sofa, and sticked her butt out high. Her pants and underwear were still pushed up to her knees. At this moment, the kettle on the coffee table in the office was constantly boiling water. I stared intently at her buttocks and her slightly darkened labia. This was the first time I had seen her labia. At that time, my pants were also at my knees, and my penis was erect, covered with a lot of our vaginal fluid. The whole office suddenly felt very lewd. Without thinking, I grabbed my penis with one hand and placed the other on her buttocks. I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in hard. She let out another "ah," this time the sound was... There was no foreplay, no caresses, no flirtatious words. I just kept thrusting, head down, my cock pounding harder and harder inside her. This was my favorite position because I could see her alluring ass, and I could penetrate her deeply. She didn't say anything, but as I thrust violently, she started moaning, "Ah...ah. Hmm...hmm. Oh. Oh." The sound was much louder than when we were lying down. Within minutes, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I increased the speed, faster and faster. Her moans grew louder and louder. I guess she was really out of energy, or maybe she was just enjoying the fucking. Her arms were outstretched, her head against the sofa, swaying back and forth with my thrusts, and she was moaning even louder.
"Mmm, oh, mmm. Oh. Oh...oh," I reached my limit, my penis ejaculating for the first time inside her vagina. Perhaps because it had been so long since I'd had sex, I ejaculated a lot, all inside her. My mind went blank. After ejaculating, I pushed her down onto the sofa. She didn't move, just turned her head and breathed heavily. I also breathed heavily. After a short while, she suddenly got up, rolled over me, and went straight to her desk to wipe her genitals with a tissue. I continued to lie there, turning my head to look at her. She suddenly threw the tissue at me, saying,
"Wipe it off, don't get my sofa dirty."
I couldn't tell from her eyes whether it was shyness or resentment. She slowly pulled up her pants, her eyes fixed on me. The tissue hitting me didn't hurt, but it woke me up. I didn't wipe at all; I quickly pulled up my pants, fiddling with my belt as I said:
"Sister Huang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, Sister Huang." At that moment, I felt like a child who had done something wrong, wishing I could disappear into the ground in front of an adult. She looked at me and said,
"You'll remember this, this isn't over yet," her eyes suddenly turning fierce.
I ran out of the company and drove home like a madman. My mind was a mess, a complete mess. I was afraid she would call the police, and if she did, it would be rape. I was afraid she would tell her husband, and even more afraid she would tell my boss, and I would lose my job. It would be such a waste to lose such a good job. I quickly picked up the phone again and called her, wanting to apologize. After all, I had acted too impulsively. The call connected, and I said,
"Sister, I acted too impulsively just now, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I really like you so much," and so on.
Before I could finish speaking, she said, "Didn't you see the text message I sent you?" I was stunned. What text message? I glanced at my phone and there was indeed a text message. I was in a hurry to make a call and didn't have time to read it. She continued,
"I'm telling you, be nicer to me from now on, understand?" I quickly said, "I understand, I understand, this is really the last time, I will definitely be nicer to you."
After hanging up, I looked at the text message. It had a few big words that made me both laugh and cry. It said: Remember to take a shower first when you get home, and wash your underwear too. There's still your dirty stuff on it, don't let your wife see it. I was immediately stunned. Recalling her words on the phone and the text message, I realized I had overthought things. Thinking back to when she came to my office while I was on duty today, wasn't that a subtle hint that she was giving me a chance? I was so stupid. When I got home, I washed the underwear that was covered in semen and I hadn't had time to wipe it off, thinking about everything that had happened that day. I laughed, happily laughed. That evening, I ran into her online and asked,
"Is your husband home?" She replied, "In the bedroom." I said, "I was too excited during the day, haha." She said, "You still bring that up? He's in the bedroom. You better watch out next time."
I laughed and said, "Okay, how should I watch out? I was in such a rush today, I didn't see anything!" She sent me a hitting emoji and said, "I'm logging off, let's talk at the office tomorrow." Watching her QQ status change from colored to black, I laughed, thinking, "This is great! Her words and actions are implying there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. The good days are really about to begin, haha."
This is the office chapter of my story with Sister Huang. Because it's been so long, my memory isn't very clear, but it was, after all, my first time being semi-forced in the office—or rather, I fell into her trap (that's what she said with a laugh and a bit of coquettishness). Our relationship lasted about two years. After I left the company, we went on a few dates. After that, we never saw each other again, only occasionally exchanging a few words on QQ. Then her QQ account was always offline. I wonder how Sister Huang is doing now. Sometimes I really miss her, so I wrote this to express my longing for her.

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