My true experience

My True Story

This story is based on my true experience. I'm writing it down now, not knowing whether it's to seek revenge or to escape these memories of love and pain… After graduating from university, I was assigned to a factory in an ordinary southern city. The factory was located almost between the city center and the suburbs, making transportation extremely inconvenient. On my first day, I rode a muddy bus, swaying and enduring the angry shouts of the conductor and passengers arguing, staring at the roadside weeds outside the window. My mood was truly at its lowest point. As is customary, newly assigned students had to do a year-long internship in the workshop. I was assigned to an assembly workshop, where my task was to do odd jobs, helping the workers in my team with parts and cleaning finished products. Every day, my life was a monotonous routine: dormitory, canteen, and workshop. The atmosphere in the workshop was typical of a state-owned enterprise: inefficient and overstaffed. I spent half my day hiding somewhere sleeping or reading the newspaper, or just chatting and joking. However, I didn't have much in common with the workers in the workshop; it was mostly just gossip and trivial matters. I was utterly fed up. But our team leader, Lao Zhang, was alright; a very kind middle-aged man who took good care of me. As the saying goes, more work, more pay; less work, less pay. The average income in the workshop was pitifully low. For example, Lao Zhang had worked in this factory for over ten years, and his basic salary was only a little over a hundred yuan, with bonuses paid quarterly, amounting to only a few dozen yuan. As for me, needless to say, my salary was barely enough for food; even peanuts and a bottle of beer were a luxury. The boring days passed one after another, and I'd been working for over a month.

One morning, while I was reading the newspaper, several female workers from my team suddenly escorted a young woman into the workshop. They all started asking her questions. After listening for a while, I realized she was from the quality control department, responsible for our team's products. She had taken maternity leave a few days ago, and today was her first day back at work. I looked at her from afar; she wore a red trench coat and black skinny jeans. Her black high heels made her look very tall. Her makeup was heavy but appropriate. Because she had just given birth, she was quite voluptuous, especially her breasts, which were prominently displayed. She suddenly glanced at me, her dark, bright eyes radiating elegance and serenity. I quickly lowered my head. With the crisp sound of her high heels, she walked to my side. "You're new here, right?" "Yes, an intern." "Oh, so you're a college graduate. Which mentor are you working with?" "Mentor Qian." "Then I'm your senior." After she left, the faint scent of her perfume lingered for a long time. From everyone's conversation, I learned her name was Xue Li, also a college graduate, and she had been working here for three years. She was a well-known beauty in the factory, and her clothes were always very fashionable. But what I found even more attractive was her refined气质 (qi zhi - a kind of elegant and refined demeanor). Strangely, for some reason, her husband was an ordinary worker in a large collective with a less-than-stellar reputation. "Perhaps everyone has their own preferences," said Sister Zhao from the work group. And so, Xue Li rejoined our work group, adding a touch of brightness to our otherwise mundane days. Time slowly passed... We gradually became familiar with each other. We always had a lot in common, and coincidentally, we shared the same birthday, the only difference being that she was three years older than me. Knowing that I lived in a single dormitory and didn't have much to eat, she often cooked delicious food and brought it to me in a small, elegant lunchbox. Being careless, I often forgot to return it, so several lunchboxes piled up in my dorm room. When I thanked her, she always said, "Don't mention it, aren't I your senior?" At her daughter's 100-day celebration, everyone in our class chipped in twenty yuan for her, but she insisted on returning it to me privately. I refused, and she later bought me a pretty little lighter, explaining that she thought it wasn't easy for me living alone. Sometimes she would even say she wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend so I wouldn't always bother her. We talked about almost everything, but whenever the topic turned to her husband and family, she always avoided it, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes. It made me feel that beneath her calm and elegant surface... There must be something she doesn't want to say.

One early summer day, she didn't go to work, asking someone to tell her she was sick. Even though it was only a day without seeing her, I felt a void. The next day, when I saw her again, I was shocked. Although she was still wearing light makeup, it couldn't hide her haggard face and slightly swollen eyes. When people asked her, she only said she had a cold. But I knew that wasn't true. I quietly asked her, "Senior, I know you don't have a cold, can you tell me what's wrong?" She hurriedly avoided my eyes, lowered her head, and tapped the table with her finger, without saying a word. The day passed like this. She seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally avoiding me. Because a batch of orders hadn't been completed, I was working overtime that night. While getting food at the cafeteria, she saw no one around and suddenly said to me, "Xiao Yu, can you wait for me at the back of the workshop at 9 pm?" I nodded. She then lowered her head and left. I don't know how the next few hours passed; I vaguely knew she would tell me something... But I didn't know how or how to listen, nor what the outcome would be. At 9 o'clock, I arrived at the lawn behind the factory as agreed. Silver moonlight streamed through the leaves, dappling the ground. It was quiet, except for the chirping of crickets. She was already standing there waiting for me. She wore a pale yellow suit, flesh-colored stockings, and white high heels, which accentuated her full and pretty figure. Her loosely tied hair still smelled of shampoo—it seemed she had just showered at the factory. My heart suddenly pounded, sensing that something was going to happen tonight. "Can I have a cigarette?" These were her first words. Just as I had guessed, she began to tell me her story, a topic she had never wanted to discuss before. Her calm tone made it seem as if she were talking about something unrelated to herself. Three years ago, she graduated and came here, and was the factory's undisputed beauty. She had a long list of suitors. But a dark figure had set his sights on her. This man is her current husband. He's a notorious bully; he's beaten up colleagues and superiors. He's constantly in and out of the police station. He lost his stable job and was forced to work in a large state-owned factory. How could Xue Li possibly be interested in such a person? She resolutely rejected him. But little did she know, her nightmare was about to begin. From stalking and intimidation to causing trouble at Xue Li's parents' house and assaulting any man who had contact with her, she endured this tyranny for almost a year. Watching her aging and haggard parents with tears in her eyes, Xue Li had no choice but to give in—and marry him. During their honeymoon, he pretended to be decent, but soon reverted to his old ways. He was lazy, loved to drink, and gambled. If Xue Li showed the slightest dissatisfaction, he would verbally abuse her, even resorting to violence. Xue Li was a strong-willed woman and didn't want to talk about these things in front of others because she didn't want to hurt her parents anymore. She always told them he was very good to her. She could only shed her tears in secret. After having a child, Xue Li thought he might have toned it down. But unexpectedly… One morning, when she went home to get something, she discovered him in bed with another glamorous woman. After being discovered, he became even more brazen, openly bringing different women home. He even forced Xue Li to sleep with his cronies, claiming it was a win-win situation. Xue Li refused, resulting in frequent verbal abuse and beatings… The moonlight shone on her serene face, emitting a soft glow. Except for her slightly trembling eyelashes, no one could tell that she had just recounted such an experience. My heart ached terribly; I never imagined that beneath her elegant and tranquil exterior, she was enduring such misfortune and pain. I didn't know what to say, and could only stand silently behind her. After a long while, she gently turned around and asked me, "Xiao Yu, do you like me?" My head spun, and I didn't know how to answer. My hands instinctively reached for her shoulders. She slid into my arms. My breath caught in my throat, and our lips finally met. Her lips were full and soft, yet icy cold. I stroked her back; she trembled. I finally let out a deep breath and said, "My senior, I like you. Really, from the first moment I saw you, I couldn't control myself from liking you." She didn't speak, but nuzzled my face with her cool, puppy-dog nose. She continued to press her lips against mine… We stood there embracing for a long time, until finally she told me I should go back. Watching her figure disappear on her bicycle, I felt only heartache, because I didn't know what kind of torment she would face from that scoundrel when she got back. The next day, when we met again in our work group, although we both pretended to be nonchalant, I could sense a clear change in her. Her pretty face was radiant, and occasionally, a hint of shyness and unease, typical of a girl experiencing first love, would flicker in the corner of her eye. Several days passed like this.

It was May Day, a factory holiday. My roommate, Xiao Liu, had gone to visit his girlfriend in another small city. I was reading in the dormitory when the mailroom downstairs called. It was Xue Li calling. She said, "Can I come see you? I made you some more delicious food." I said, "Of course." So we agreed to meet downstairs at 7 pm. It was a refreshing evening after the rain. My mood seemed to have broken free from the sweltering heat. When I saw her, I was amazed by her beauty. Her silver-gray suit made her look elegant, and her black stockings and high heels were incredibly sexy. She smiled quietly when she saw me. I led her into the building. As we passed the mailroom, the widowed woman looked at us strangely. Who cares! As soon as we entered my room, I immediately locked the door. We embraced tightly and kissed passionately. Xue Li's cheeks were flushed, her starry eyes hazy. I held her burning body, unable to control myself. We slumped onto my bed. She breathed her fragrant breath and softly asked, "Little brother, do you want me?" I murmured, "Yes, sister. You know, this is my first time." It was true; I had kissed other girls in college, but never had any real physical contact. Xue Li seemed a little surprised, then giggled and said, "Then shall I take you?" I lay down on the bed with her arm. She reached out and turned off the light, but because it was still early, we could still see everything clearly. The mosquito net was also lowered. Xue Li gently lay on top of me, kicking off her shoes. I pleaded, "Sister, please don't take off your shoes, okay? I like you in high heels." She shyly tapped my nose and said, "You little pervert." But then she put her shoes back on. Gently, my belt was untied. My penis sprang out suddenly, the swollen, red glans startling me. Xue Li said, "So your baby's this big!" I could only reply, "Because I love you." She lifted her skirt, revealing black panties, which I helped her take off. Xue Li casually slipped them onto her wrist. My hand caressed her buttocks, feeling their fullness and roundness. Her abdomen was still quite firm, not like that of a young woman. Xue Li insisted I not see her private parts, so I gave in. My hand then rested on her breasts, which were unbelievably full, probably because she was still breastfeeding. Xue Li moaned softly, parted her legs, and, holding my penis, gently sat down. I watched my thick penis slowly disappear beneath her pubic hair, and then felt dizzy, as if I had entered another world—so warm, so moist. It felt like an indescribable electric current flowed through my body. Xue Li lay on top of me... She began to gently writhe her burning body, her warm breath brushing against my neck, tickling yet so comforting. My hand touched the point where our bodies were joined, clearly feeling my penis moving in and out of her vagina, accompanied by wet fluids. My body seemed to float, my consciousness becoming somewhat hazy. With Xue Li's increasingly loud moans, our penetration became faster and faster… Finally, a tingling pleasure shot from my waist and legs to the back of my head, my penis throbbing violently inside Xue Li. Xue Li let out a soft moan, lying on top of me for a long, long time. When we remembered we should get up, night had already quietly fallen. I turned on the light, looking at my dear sister, Xue Li, her face flushed with shyness, complaining, "Look at you, you've leaked so much, my skirt is all wet!" I looked, and indeed, the back of her skirt was also soaked. I pulled her close around the waist… "Consider it a mark I left for you," I said. She laughed, "You're so naughty, who wants your dirty stuff?" I tickled her ribs and said, "Is it really dirty?" She struggled, but failed. Finally, she nestled in my arms, closed her eyes, and whispered, "No, it's not dirty, I like it..." From that day on, we began to experience a life we had never lived before. Life seemed to become richer. But a very practical problem also lay before us: we had nowhere to make love. Her house was out of the question, and my dormitory, being a shared room, was also out of the question.

A few days later, Xue Li suddenly whispered, "Let's meet at the factory's playground tonight." The playground was on the edge of the factory area, and apart from the annual sports meet, nobody ever went there. It was surrounded by dense woods and very quiet. I arrived there long beforehand, hearing only the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze. Xue Li finally appeared gracefully. I hugged her and said, "Sister, I've missed you so much." We were intimate for a while, and my penis became erect, pressing against her abdomen. Xue Li laughed, gently running her fingers over it, and said, "You're being naughty again." I smelled the warm, fleshy scent emanating from her neck and replied, "How could I be well-behaved? Unless I'm a eunuch." Xue Li said, "Do you want me?" I said, "Of course I do, but I can't." She said, "This way is possible too." I was curious how. Xue Li bent down and took off the right leg of her pantyhose and her white underwear, then loosened my belt and pulled out my already thick penis with her soft hands. She breathed softly, saying, "Come on, baby." Leaning against the tree, she raised her right leg to the side. I leaned back slightly, and it really was easy to penetrate her vagina. My left hand held her right leg, my right hand wrapped around her buttocks, and her hands clung tightly to my back. I began to thrust. Xue Li began to moan, murmuring, "Little brother, fuck me, fuck me hard." I could hardly believe these words came from my usually dignified and elegant sister; I felt a surge of excitement, my temples throbbing. We could both hear the wet, erotic sounds of our bodies colliding. Our tongues intertwined, sucking at each other's desires and madness. After a while, raindrops began to fall. Xue Li took a folding umbrella from her purse, opened it, and held it over our heads. Listening to the crisp sound of the raindrops hitting the umbrella, we became even more engrossed, not caring if others saw us. We caressed and thrust. My sister slowly moved her body to match my movements. Finally, I reached my climax, a surge of heat shooting deep into her. Suddenly, my sister began to sob softly. I was frightened, thinking something was wrong. After a while, she said shyly, "I had an orgasm, really, this is the first time I've had one since I got married. It feels so good." I asked, "Then why are you crying?" She said, "I don't know, I just couldn't help crying." Days passed, and many places outside the factory area bore the marks of our love. One night, as usual, we met secretly on a grassy field. I sat on the ground, legs outstretched, and Xue Li faced me, lifting her short skirt to her waist and straddling me. We were tightly intertwined again, and I touched her completely exposed, snow-white buttocks. Suddenly, I noticed a middle-aged man who looked like a cadre watching us from afar. I was very nervous, and secretly moved a stone to my side, saying to Xue Li, "The tourists are watching us." She glanced back and said, "..." "Never mind him, let him watch. Let him feast his eyes." With that, she increased the amplitude of her movements. The man didn't do anything, just put his hand inside his pants and moved it up and down. Being watched while making love was surprisingly stimulating; we quickly reached our climax… As the saying goes, if you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place. Although we were both careful to act normally at work, feelings can't be hidden. Especially Xue Li, who often couldn't help but show affectionate expressions and actions; sometimes she would kiss me when no one was around. Gradually, rumors started to circulate. But she didn't seem to care much. I was often in pain. I loved her, loved her as a person, and loved her incredibly sexy body, but I didn't know where we would end up. I didn't know if I could overcome the pressure from family and society and be a third party in a relationship with someone three years older than me who already had a child. Moreover, the shadow of her husband always loomed between us. The openness of our ambiguous relationship finally reached its peak. It happened like this: Xiao Qu from our work group got married. We all went to the wedding. After the wedding banquet, we went to the bridal chamber to make a ruckus. Because there were so many people and the room was small, it was very crowded. Xue Li and I sat on the bed against the wall, chatting with everyone. Because we had been drinking, we were very excited. She secretly pulled my right hand from behind and put it inside her skirt at the back of her waist. Because the skirt was an elasticated long skirt, it was easy to slip it inside. I involuntarily tried to touch downwards. My sister leaned gently against me, slightly tilting her body, and my index finger touched her anus. The tight folds contracted gently under my finger. Doing this in front of everyone, my heart was pounding. Suddenly, my sister couldn't help but moan. Some people seemed to hear this sexy sound, looking at her strangely, but then clearly realizing something, they quickly looked away. After leaving Xiao Qu's house… I asked her, "Why are you making such a loud noise?" She said, "I can't help it. Why are you touching me there? It feels so lewd. I'm all wet." We found a secluded spot and couldn't wait to have sex. From then on, we had sex frequently together. Whenever her husband wasn't home, the bedroom, living room, kitchen—everywhere became our lovemaking venue…

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