Real Experience Series - I, a Single Person, Slept with a Female Colleague

Real Experience Series – My Single Life and My Female Colleague's

Story: I've posted quite a few things before, and some brothers have supported me, but the content was probably quite simple, so some brothers found it unexciting or uninspiring. However, those were all my or other friends' real experiences. The key is authenticity. Perhaps because the forum didn't allow too much detail when I first wrote them, that's why it felt that way. The crucial point in my posts is: authenticity. They are all real experiences, maybe not my own, but definitely based on real life. I can't disclose the specific sources. All future posts belong to this series.

Before starting the main text, let me introduce myself. I've had hearing impairment (sensory deafness, commonly known as being hard of hearing) and visual impairment (high astigmatism; my vision is only 4.5 with glasses) since childhood. My family was poor; we couldn't afford decent glasses or hearing aids when I was young. But through my intelligence, I went to school with other children and even passed the national college entrance examination to get into a junior college. At school, well, it was mostly luck. In the second semester of my sophomore year, I dated a girl everyone agreed was beautiful. The relationship lasted two years before we broke up (we broke up a few months after graduation). During our relationship, we went to a park near the school one night, and I lost my virginity. After that, we learned how to book a hotel room. A month before graduation, we rented a room off-campus. I'm only saying this to say that I had sexual experience.

Given my physical condition, as you can imagine, finding a job in 2000 was very difficult. My former arrogance was forced to withdraw from the job market, and I became very depressed. I no longer had any demands regarding work conditions. Two years later, through a friend's introduction, I worked as a newspaper deliveryman for a few months (delivering newspapers, not selling them). Because I couldn't find a job before, I tried every possible means, and also submitted my information to the local civil affairs bureau and obtained a disability certificate. Unexpectedly, a small factory had just opened in the area, operating on a welfare basis, meaning they wanted to receive tax benefits (most of which were refunded). They hired several disabled workers. Of course, they all had hands and feet; they needed to work, so the workers were either mute or deaf. I was one of the people with the mildest disability among them. Combined with my university major, I got a job as a financial assistant.

By the time I entered this factory, my girlfriend and I had been separated for three and a half years. During that time, I masturbated countless times. Fortunately, I had a wealth of sexual fantasies at the time, all of whom were people I had seen in real life, so masturbation was quite enjoyable. I even tried hiring prostitutes, but seeing their thick foundation, their garish whiteness, their age, and their sagging flesh—my eyesight isn't good, they looked alright from a distance, but when it came time to make the transaction, a closer look—oh my god, I instantly lost all interest. I wanted to find pretty girls. Back then, I had no one to guide me, and I didn't know how to find them. Even if I did, I didn't have the money. So, I was incredibly sexually frustrated back then.

I've said a lot, and the female lead hasn't even appeared yet. Are you all getting impatient? But the background needs to be explained, so please bear with me and keep reading. There was a woman from Sichuan who managed the kitchen at the factory. She was an excellent Sichuan cook, only two years older than me, short (less than 155cm), and a bit overweight, but that didn't affect my aesthetic sense. In the summer, the office was very hot because there was no air conditioning. I often saw her sitting cross-legged in front of the computer playing cards after her afternoon break, wearing a skirt suit. Whenever I walked in, I would see her white legs and stare intently at the shadow between them. Her husband was very strong and also worked at the factory, but they were able-bodied, not disabled workers. There were about half able-bodied and half disabled workers in the factory, a total of 14 people. But I didn't dare to mess with her, even though she was nice to me and unintentionally tried to seduce me. I didn't even dare to make the slightest flirtatious move towards her. However, she was my masturbation object in the toilet. There were also four healthy local female workers, one of whom was over 40. She was very kind to me. In winter, when the boss went home for the Chinese New Year, I was left to work shifts. One of the four women took turns working with me each day. This kind older woman was alright at the time, but I had absolutely no sexual feelings for the other three. So, although I often worked shifts with one of them in winter (actually just guarding the factory), nothing happened. Looking back now, I might have had feelings for that older woman, but not for the other three. It's a pity I didn't use the internet much back then, never read any erotic literature, let alone incestuous erotic literature; otherwise, I probably would have had an affair with that older woman. She was very kind to me, often bringing me food from home. When I was using the computer (which I only used for printing invoices, not connected to the internet), she would chat with me. What a loss, I didn't seduce her.

About a year after I started working at the factory, they hired a few more disabled workers. Now, the female protagonist appears—everyone, get excited! She was 22 years old, two years younger than me, mute, under 160cm (by appearance), a bit chubby, and had recently gotten married. Her husband was also mute, but didn't work at the factory. In the first few days after she arrived, the factory was producing a lot, working through the night, and they even transferred a few of us clerical staff to help. We were in the same group, working together. I glanced at her; it wasn't cold, but it wasn't hot either. She wasn't wearing any clothing around her neck, and of course, her breasts weren't exposed. I noticed her breasts were nice and prominent, and I probably felt a little lustful at that moment. Back then, I could feel lustful just looking at anyone on the street who was slightly exposed, which shows how thirsty I was. She noticed me looking at her and gave me a slight smile, which I returned. Even with the very strenuous physical work, I didn't feel too tired. I would occasionally fantasize about her breasts and sometimes exchange smiles with her; it felt pretty good.

The factory had a lunch break, but it was too hot in the summer, and there was no air conditioning, so we usually didn't start work until 3 pm. Those three hours were a lot of time. She knew I was literate, and since I worked in an office, she probably liked me because I wore glasses. She often used sign language with me. She had attended a sign language school for elementary school but hadn't gone to middle school. I slowly learned to "talk" to her using the sign language book she gave me. One noon, with nothing to do as usual, I was overcome with lust. I gestured to her towards the opposite mountain, implying we should go for a walk. I was a little nervous; there were other employees around, but they didn't understand sign language, and I was afraid they would see through my intentions. She smiled and agreed, and we slowly went up the mountain together. There was a small, not-too-dense grove of trees. When we got there, seeing no one around, I deliberately lagged behind her, following closely behind her. Watching her bottom bounce, I finally succumbed to my lust and reached out to touch her bottom. I don't remember her reaction because I was so nervous, afraid someone would find out. That would be terrible! I was always seen as a well-behaved and sensible person, respected by everyone in the factory. I didn't even want to think about what would happen if she told them. I think she must have known some of my intentions before we went up the mountain, but she wasn't afraid of me and didn't reject me. I touched her, and seeing she didn't react, I suddenly hugged her from behind. I leaned against a tree, and she struggled, but not very hard. I held her tightly, pressing my genitals against her, and touched her breasts, then slipped my hands inside her clothes, touching and touching for a while, then touching her genitals, making my underwear wet. She was a little scared and said we should hurry down the mountain, but I refused. After touching her for a while, she urged me again. Later, I had released some of my lust, and finally, afraid that others in the factory would find out, I went down the mountain with her and into the factory. In the days that followed, I don't know if it was psychological or real, but I felt that the people in the factory were looking at me strangely, and they asked me if I had gone up the mountain with her. I pretended to be stupid and said I was just going to have fun. I guess they saw through my act, but luckily I was mentally strong enough to keep pretending to be stupid. One day at noon, she was going to the market to buy things. Since she was mute and deaf, her boss was worried about her safety on the way and asked me to accompany her. I was thrilled, thinking I had a chance, and happily rode my bike alongside her. She rode too, and when no one was around, I would sneakily touch her buttocks – it felt exciting! She just turned around and smiled at me. At the market, she bought a small bag, which I bought for her as a gift, and she was very happy.

After that, we talked more and more each day, and I gradually learned that she was dissatisfied with her current marriage, but due to her physical limitations, she could only marry whomever she wanted, and her dissatisfaction was just something she kept to herself. But I couldn't take advantage of her every day. On the contrary, in a year, I only managed to do so a few times. At that time, I hadn't even thought about how to get her into bed. She went straight home after work, and someone like her who didn't come home late would cause trouble if questioned, so I never dared to think about taking her to a hotel after work or having sex in the factory.

The opportunity finally arrived; it was winter duty again. The boss kept me with the able-bodied women as usual, but the disabled woman wasn't allowed to work. Before the holiday, I talked to her; her home wasn't far from the factory, and I told her she could come to the factory during the day when she had nothing to do, using her mute book as a cover. When the holiday came, the women weren't at the factory during the day and didn't want to come, because duty was boring, and they all had family matters to attend to. Who wouldn't want to stay home during the day? But the boss would check at night, and besides, the responsibility for theft was huge, so they still came to work with me at night. Perfect timing! The mute girl was out playing during the day, and being of playful age, she wouldn't arouse suspicion. It was only when she didn't go home at night that her family would get worried. During the day, I was alone at the factory, excitedly waiting for her arrival, my mind pounding with lust, fantasizing about how we would do it…

When she arrived, I thought she was so beautiful. We went into the office, and I pretended to flip through a book, but I couldn't resist and hugged her. She didn't resist, just pointed at me with her little finger, rolled her eyes, and said I was bad. I chuckled and started touching her harder. Damn, I felt hot all over, my sperm throbbing. Later, I took her hand and led her to my place. She was probably scared, and struggled a little to stop me from dragging her. I pulled her a little, and we eventually made it into my room. After closing the door, I started groping her all over. Unfortunately, she wouldn't let me kiss her. Later, when I asked her, she said I had bad breath. It didn't matter, it wasn't important. I took off her top. It wasn't cold then; she was only wearing a t-shirt and a jacket. After taking off her top, I took off her bra. I was so excited I almost ejaculated, but luckily I had previous sexual experience and didn't. I took off her bra and kneaded it with great satisfaction. I forgot to mention her reaction; she was quite calm, almost as if she didn't understand sex or the pleasure it brought. I took off her pants, and she struggled a little, but I let her take them off anyway. After taking off her underwear, I resisted the urge to mount her, fantasized a bit first, and kissed her breasts and thighs haphazardly before forcefully entering her. Damn, she was so tight. Although not wet, she wasn't very dry either. I really wanted to go inside her, so I didn't care and just forced myself on her. She was in pain. Now I regret not giving her oral sex. If I had, she would have felt better. I asked her to give me oral sex, but she definitely wouldn't have done it—she was afraid of getting dirty and didn't understand the wonders of sex. After a few thrusts, damn it, years of drought finally quenched my lust. But penetration wasn't as stimulating, and I knew I couldn't rush it. I'd go slowly, a few thrusts, trying not to ejaculate. Because I prefer the woman-on-top position, after a while, I helped her onto the top. Of course, she didn't understand any of this, so she just followed my instructions to roll onto the top, but she couldn't move. I got impatient, so I started thrusting upwards from below. After only a few thrusts, she looked pained, indicating it hurt. I slowed down, going at it slowly. Ejaculating like that wasn't satisfying enough, so just before climaxing, I pulled out and went behind her, quickly ejaculating a few times. Of course, I was still careful; I used a condom. If I got her pregnant, I'd be finished. Afterwards, while cleaning up the mess, she gestured with her hand, indicating I was bad…

The holiday was long, but she didn't come every day. Looking back now, I'm really grateful to her; she quenched my thirst… A few days later, one afternoon, she came, but another female worker suddenly arrived. This worker didn't leave; she was still taking her lunch break at the factory, and she lived next door to me. This mute girl rarely came to see me, and she was the one who took the initiative. I didn't want to miss any opportunities. It was obvious she liked me a little. After the female worker went to her room for her afternoon nap, I pulled her into my room. She pointed to the next room, and I said I wasn't afraid. Damn, I was bold enough. We had the same exciting hugging and touching, and I took off my clothes. Maybe it was because I was too nervous, but I couldn't find the opening. I thrust around a few times and ejaculated before I even went in. Of course, I regretted it.

This holiday was very pleasant. I didn't masturbate as frequently, and I stopped staring at other people's private parts on the street. On the day when everyone in the factory was about to return, I wanted to try something new. I used sign language to say that we should go somewhere else. She was very happy and agreed. The next morning, she waited for me at the agreed place as promised. We took a bus to the neighboring county. I first took her around the county, then took her to a barbershop to get her hair cut, bought her some food, and took her to a shrine. I had experience booking hotels in college, so booking a hotel went smoothly. Because we spent some time in the city, it was already afternoon when we booked the hotel. I took her to the charity room to have sex. Nobody knew us then, so I enjoyed it more, and I used a condom as usual. After we finished, she said we should hurry home, otherwise it would be dark and the bus ride home would take almost an hour. I refused; we'd finally gotten out, and I wanted to do it a second time. She was a little unhappy, worried about getting back too late. It was already afternoon, and my penis couldn't get hard quickly. Just before leaving, I remembered to give her oral sex. We did it for a while, and she seemed willing, but unfortunately, my

penis wouldn't get hard. That afternoon, her stomach was also hurting, just like at the factory. It was probably because her vagina was too tight, causing her pain. After the factory workers returned, they looked at me strangely. Later, they said the mute girl's gaze was off; her attraction was obvious. I pretended not to notice. Some people advised me to stay away from her, saying she had a husband. I knew this all too well; things were getting bad. Damn, people are too sensitive. After that, I deliberately ignored her and didn't go to the factory to talk to her anymore. Unfortunately, I resigned and left in October of that year; otherwise, the second winter would have been just as interesting.

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