An outstanding experience in my life

At that time, I had just graduated from university and was assigned to a simple internship. I majored in computer science, but I didn't really use it there. I spent my days playing around with computers, fixing broken machines or printers, and printing documents that were running out of time.

Besides two older women, the rest of the staff were girls around my age. I was only 22 then. To be honest, I'm quite handsome, with a 1/2-inch frame, and I attracted a lot of attention on my first day. The older women often joked with me, asking if I had a girlfriend they wanted to introduce me to. I felt embarrassed. I already had a girlfriend then; she had been assigned to an internship in another city after graduation and only came back once a month. I had more freedom. The older women said I had high standards. That girl was also quite pretty, prettier than my girlfriend. Maybe you'll ask why I didn't find someone here? Well, that's how people are.

Maybe it was because I felt guilty after spending so much time with my girlfriend, so I just kept going. Working with them was quite enjoyable, and life was uneventful until one day, someone entered my life.

That afternoon, I was playing a game when the director came in, followed by a girl named Juan. She was quite pretty, the kind of petite girl who made you want to cherish her. I couldn't help but glance at her a few times. She was also looking around, and when our eyes met, we smiled at each other, which was how we recognized each other. For the next week, we got along well. I'm a rather introverted person, and we didn't exchange a single word for a whole week, except for the first thing I did every day at work. As for the rest of the conversation, haha, I don't know. Anyway, personality is innate. My close friends all say I'm quite outgoing and easy to talk to, but I don't talk much with people I'm not very familiar with. One day, just as we were about to leave work, the supervisor brought in a whole bunch of equipment and said, "Who's free to print this out tonight? I need it urgently tomorrow morning." No one said anything, but Juan said, "I'll do it. Anyway, I'm going home to watch TV." I thought, "Thank goodness I'm not here, haha, I can go home and play again." Then the supervisor said, "Xiao Su, you can help out tonight too. That printer always has problems these days, what if it can't print tonight?" Wow, I'm totally dizzy! She just blurted out, "I'll fucking kill you!" I didn't dare say anything then. After all my colleagues had left, it was just the two of us in the office. I could only hear the keyboard clicking away. Neither of us said a word. She was typing, and I was playing games. Hehe, I wasn't in a hurry anyway; I'm a guy with good stamina, I used to stay up all night online. After a while, the keyboard noise stopped. I looked up and saw Juan standing next to me with a box of cookies. She said, "Have some cookies, it'll be a while." I casually replied, "No, I'm not hungry. Seeing you is enough to make me hungry, why would I eat this?" One sentence... Juan laughed for a long time after I finished talking, and the atmosphere between us became much more lively. So we started chatting. We hadn't talked much for so many days, but once we started, we couldn't stop. At that moment, Juan dropped the biscuits in her hand. She bent down to pick them up. Oh dear, I didn't mean to. It was summer, and we weren't wearing many clothes. In just a second, I saw two obvious white half-shapes on her collar. Juan looked up and saw my eyes. My face turned red immediately. She seemed to have noticed something too. She said I was going to get some equipment, and it was getting late. She pulled her clothes up as she walked away. My heart was pounding. For the next hour, we didn't say a word. Juan joked, "Xiao Su, you're not asleep, are you?" Who would be asleep? At that time, I wasn't in the mood to play games anymore. My mind was wandering. Young people, who doesn't overthink things? Hehe.

Around 1 a.m., Juan said, "I'm done getting my equipment, let's go." Then she went out the door. Because it was dark and the stairwell light was broken, we were both very careful going downstairs. There were only three floors, and I knew how complicated each floor was. Juan was walking beside me, and I said, "Slow down." She didn't say anything and kept walking. Then I heard her cry out. I took a step forward, reached out, grabbed her arm with one hand, and unintentionally placed my other hand on her chest. At that moment, I felt like I'd been electrocuted, and my whole body trembled. In my entire life, I've never touched any other woman except my girlfriend. I don't know what Juan was thinking at that moment. Later, when we got to the door, everyone seemed embarrassed and hurriedly went their separate ways. I wanted to offer to take her home, but I was too shy. We said goodbye and went home. After I got home, I couldn't sleep. Juan's image kept popping into my mind, that feeling, that soft feeling. I spent the whole night fantasizing about holding her in my hand. Sigh, what can I do? She's my girlfriend. Not by my side.

The next morning, when we arrived at work, my older sister teased us, saying things like, "You two were together yesterday, did anything happen?" Everyone joined in the teasing. I quickly replied, "I'm still a pure young man, older sisters, don't try to elevate me!" Time passed day by day, and we were happy together, chatting at work whenever we had free time. Until one day, I learned everything about Juan. I only knew her name was Juan, and that she was a few years older than me; I hadn't asked anything else. One day, I arrived very early, before Juan arrived. I overheard my older sister chatting with a young girl, saying things like, "I can't believe it!" Before I left, I asked, "What's so interesting this morning?" My older sister said she had only just found out; Juan, although 24, had been married for over two years. I was shocked and almost fainted. No way, fuck, how could this be? It doesn't seem like it. Did I hear wrong? I couldn't concentrate at work all day, like something was missing. I looked at Juan, but she didn't seem to say anything. A month later, Juan invited us to her house for a visit. I had no interest in that. At that moment, even if you killed me, I wouldn't have the guts to have anything to do with a married woman.

I didn't even think about it. The next day, everyone arrived at Juan's house early in the morning. It was a small house of about 70 square meters, not big, but very clean and comfortable to look at. (This is also a place I often visit from now on.) I saw a wedding photo on a double bed. I asked Juan, "Is this your husband?" My colleagues all gathered around to look. I looked at the photo and Juan was really beautiful. The man could only be described as ordinary. I casually said, "You two are so lucky." Everyone laughed. However, I sensed something was off about Juan's smile. We busied ourselves preparing lunch, and after lunch, we went to the park for the afternoon. It was a really fun time, but I felt Juan wasn't as happy as the others. That evening, after showering and getting into bed, the phone rang. I was so excited to see Juan! I answered, and she asked if I'd disturbed her rest. I quickly replied that I hadn't, I wasn't asleep yet. We started chatting, and that night we talked for over three hours. I learned everything about Juan. Originally, her family was doing quite well, but then one day her father fell seriously ill. He had been seeing doctors for over half a year without improvement, and they had spent a lot of money. The family, which had been relatively well-off, now owed money to relatives and friends because of her father's illness. Finally, the doctor said he needed major surgery, which would take 2... Over 100,000 yuan was impossible for her family at the time, and her elders were very anxious. At this point, someone proposed marriage, offering a 300,000 yuan dowry if Juan agreed to marry his son. This person, Juan's current father-in-law, was a well-connected local. Juan was extremely opposed to this, but finally, persuaded by her mother, she agreed. After the marriage, she was far from happy. Her husband was an idle man; the first two or three months were alright, but later he spent all his time playing around, eating and drinking at home with friends. Juan couldn't stand it anymore and said something, and was beaten. It broke my heart to hear this. Later, such incidents happened frequently. Her in-laws also treated her badly. Her mother-in-law, seeing that she hadn't gotten pregnant for a year or two, was even less kind to her. Juan told me... They went for a checkup, and it turned out her husband had a problem—low sperm count—and needed to take medication regularly to conceive. Initially, she hoped having a child would help, but her husband frequently had problems, sometimes not even coming home. For the past two years, she'd been so angry she'd gone back to her parents' home (once, but her mother scolded her and she had to go back). This time, she told her parents she didn't want to stay home and wanted to go out and find a job. Her husband was probably hoping she'd be out there and uncontrollable, so she... She came to this place, more than 30 miles from home. She used to study here and knew the area well. I asked her why she told me all this, and she said she didn't have any friends here, but that I was honest and we got along well. That night, Juan and I talked about everything.

I sat there eating apples, lost in thought. I could see the light from the large room's lamp, a small pink lamp. I ate the apples for about twenty minutes, constantly thinking about what I would do after I finished eating. Sleep???
I know that Dajuan sometimes goes back home once a month, or her husband comes to see her once every one or two months. Each visit is like business. At that time, Juan and I were very close, and honestly, if I had wanted to be with her then, I would have done it long ago. But I never dared to think about it. Later, she also said that her feelings for me were natural. As we spent more time together, Juan and I grew closer. Every day, I would walk her home from get off work, all without anyone knowing. We didn't talk much at work, and no one noticed. Once, my older sister won a big lottery prize and treated us to dinner. We all went, and that night we went out for karaoke. Everyone drank a lot, until after 1 a.m. When it was time to leave, my older sister asked me to take Juan home. I would have done it even if she hadn't asked. I remember it was drizzling that day. Juan sat behind me, and I felt her hand on my waist. It was dark and the road was difficult to walk on. Her home was in the suburbs, and Juan's hand unconsciously tightened around me. We didn't say a word the whole way. When we got to the door, I said I was leaving. Juan paused and said, "Why don't you come up and sit for a bit? Your face is covered in rain." I said, "No, it's getting late." Damn, I really wanted to go up, but I was also scared. Sigh, men... At the beginning, I was all talk and no action, and maybe that's how I was. Maybe I was scared at that moment. I was alone, but she had a family, and I was afraid of dragging her down. I drove off, cursing myself for being useless the whole way. Such a good opportunity, oh well. Just as I was driving, the phone rang. It was Juan calling, asking if I was home yet. I joked that I wasn't, just having a smoke downstairs. Juan said, "I can't see you." I said, "Don't come down, I'm on my way." Just then, I heard Juan coming downstairs. I quickly said, "Don't come down! I was joking, I'm on my way, I'll come up to your place." I rushed to Juan's door. The door was open, and Juan, wearing a pink nightgown, came out holding a rinsed towel. She said, "Hurry up and wash your face; it's covered in raindrops." I took the towel and washed my face. Juan closed the door. At that moment, I knew something was definitely going to happen between us. Seeing Juan dressed so scantily in front of me for the first time, my penis involuntarily hardened. I pulled my clothes down a bit, but Juan didn't notice anything. Then she said, "Change your wet clothes and go wash them. I'll get you some clothes to change into." I said, "It's okay, it's so late, I can just go home and wash." Juan said, "It's so late, you can sleep here. There are two rooms; you can sleep in one." This is how I've grown up step by step, but at the time, I was also very resistant. Later, I thought too much. Damn it, I don't want to think about it anymore. It's annoying. I'll just go for it. I took a shower, thinking as I showered. My penis was constantly rising while I was showering. Don't laugh, everyone. Any man would think like this at that moment, unless he's a pervert.

After showering, I came out and saw Juan sitting in the living room peeling apples. She handed me the apples and said, "I'm going to sleep now. Turn off the living room light when you go to sleep." Then she went into her room, leaving the door ajar.

Looking back, I was so silly. It was obvious! Haha, so naive. After finishing the apples, I went to that room and lay on the bed alone, thinking, but I just couldn't sleep. I wanted to go to the next room, but I was too embarrassed, worried about what would happen if Juan woke me up. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that I hadn't noticed anything. I lay there for over half an hour, then heard a noise from the neighbor's bed, followed by footsteps. My door opened, and Juan stood in the doorway. I asked her anxiously, "What's wrong?" Juan seemed a little flustered too, stammering, "I was just wondering if there are any mosquitoes here." I said, "It's okay, maybe one or two, they won't kill me." Juan said, "Wait a minute," and left, bringing an electric mosquito repellent from the main room to plug in for me. At that moment, I noticed that Juan's nightgown seemed a little see-through. Through that pink nightgown, I could vaguely see her breasts, round and firm. When she turned around, I saw that there were no straps in the back, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I really wanted to jump off the bed and hug her. But then Juan said, "It's okay, now there won't be any mosquitoes biting you." After watching her go back to her room, I really regretted it and wanted to slap myself. But that was it. Lying in bed, all I could think about was Juan's figure, and my penis was constantly hard. I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, while I was still asleep, Juan suddenly knelt on the floor next to me, looking at me. I was startled and said, "Aren't you cold? It's a bit chilly this morning. Don't catch a cold." Juan stood up, and I saw through her nightgown that I could see two red spots on her breasts. Juan looked at me for a moment, then jumped onto the bed and said, "I'll sleep next to you so I won't catch a cold." We lay there talking, and as we talked, my mind started wandering. I subconsciously shifted to the side, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, our bodies touched for the first time. Neither of us moved away. We continued talking, and then I felt Juan's foot brush against my hard penis. Ugh, at that moment, my mind went blank, and I couldn't hold back anymore. What normal man couldn't stand it after a whole day? I said, "Let's sleep side by side," and lay down next to Juan. I felt Juan's body leaning closer, her breasts... Touching my arms and hands, I grabbed her and kissed her passionately, my fingers roaming over her body. We didn't say a word. Juan's breathing was rapid. My hand lingered on her breasts, moving slowly. I propped myself up and pulled off her nightgown with one hand. Juan's body was now fully exposed before me. I looked at Juan's breasts, not too big, not too small, not soft at all in my hands. I'd heard that married women's breasts would sag and soften, but Juan's hadn't changed at all. Her nipples were round and red in the center, a little hard. I kissed them, sucking hard on her genitals. Her genitals were soft and wet. When I inserted my finger a little, Juan let out a long moan. I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly took off my clothes and got on top of her. I hadn't done this many times before, and I didn't have much experience, except with my girlfriend. After I entered her... Juan raised her legs and placed her hands on my waist to support me. Perhaps because I had been holding back all day, I couldn't hold back for more than a minute on Juan. I became faster and faster. When Juan saw that I was about to come, she kissed me and said it was okay, I would just ejaculate inside her.

I thrust violently ten more times and ejaculated, a lot of it. As I ejaculated, I could feel Juan's uterus contracting in waves, and my penis tightening and loosening inside her. I felt that I had reached my peak for at least half a month. It was really great. Juan opened her eyes and looked at me. I said shyly, "You are too beautiful, that's why I couldn't take it." Juan smiled, quickly stood up, squatted on the bed, took some toilet paper and put it under her. I knew this was to let the semen flow out. I asked, "Will your husband come?"
Juan said no, he had just been there (Oh my god, I was so happy!). A little while later we lay down, my hands roaming over Juan's body, her small hands touching my chest. Soon my penis was erect again, and I went at it. This time we made love for over 20 minutes, and we were covered in sweat afterwards. Juan's vagina was really tight; when I entered, it felt like I was being penetrated. I asked Juan, "Why is it so tight down there?" She said, "Pah, how should I know?" I guessed it was because her husband didn't do it enough, that's why she wasn't loose. Haha, anyway, it's done once, and it's done twice. After resting for a while, we both fell asleep. When we woke up, it was already past 1 p.m. Juan asked me if I was hungry, and I said I was hungry because I hadn't eaten enough. As I said that, my hand went up to her again. Juan's little hand was stroking my body. Her hand obviously went down and touched my penis, slowly moving it. It was the first time my penis had been touched by a woman. Before, when I was with my girlfriend, I let her touch it, and she... I'm embarrassed to say I'm inappropriate, sigh, I really can't stand being held by Juan. Juan said in my arms, "Let me gently help you." I've seen this kind of thing in porn, but I've never even thought about it, let alone with a girlfriend. Juan said her husband used to always want her to kiss him, but she always refused. I said okay, I've never been kissed before. Juan slowly lowered herself, and I lay there watching. First, well, hehe, that's important. Just as I was thinking about it, I felt a bite from Juan. She gently touched my nipple (on the tongue). I felt a little numb, just like that. Minutes later, I felt myself being sucked. I enjoyed it while watching. Looking back now, Juan really hadn't kissed me before, so it was just a casual kiss. She just kept sucking and moving her mouth up and down, and I felt waves of pleasure coming my way. Ten minutes later, I couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Juan, I can't take it anymore!" Juan seemed startled and didn't know what to do. She looked at me, and that's how I ejaculated again, all over the bed. I was a little embarrassed. Juan carefully wiped the semen off my penis with a tissue and then wiped the bed. Juan said, "Rest for a bit, I'll make you something to eat." I nodded. I slept in another room. The bed there was much bigger than this one. I said to Juan, "This bed is better. How about we do it here next time? That bed is a bit noisy, haha."

Juan spat at me and took the sheets from that bed. I guess she went to wash them. I really felt... I was a little tired. After doing so much, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already dark outside. Juan called me to come eat quickly. She had made four dishes and a soup. Juan's cooking was really good, very delicious. I hadn't eaten all day, so I ate a lot. Juan joked that I wasn't full after eating so much. I just chuckled. After dinner, I went home. Juan cried when I left, and I comforted her for a long time, saying I would miss her. When I got home, my mom asked why I hadn't come home yesterday. I said a colleague treated me to drinks, and I got carried home by a colleague and slept there all day. My mom didn't ask any more questions; she couldn't possibly imagine I'd been at a female colleague's house, haha.

That's how my relationship with Juan ended. We didn't exchange many words in front of colleagues. Sometimes I think back to that time, and I really had the urge to marry Juan. Juan also said she wouldn't ask me to take responsibility or anything. She didn't want me to divorce her husband, and I didn't want to either. To break up her family, that's how our relationship lasted for almost a year. During that year, we both understood each other quite well. When her husband came, I'd slip away; when my girlfriend came back, she'd slip away too. No one discovered anything between us. My skills improved under Juan's guidance, and we were always very satisfied.

One time was quite scary; thinking about it now still makes me a little frightened. Once, we were making love, and just as I was about to ejaculate, someone knocked on the door. We both stopped, both very serious. They knocked for over a minute, and then the person outside left. It wasn't her husband. I was really startled, and as you can imagine, I went soft. Another time, a female colleague at work asked me, "I saw your car downstairs at Juan's place yesterday. I thought you were driving there." I quickly said, "Oh, Juan's car broke down, and I lent her my car because it's close to work." My colleague didn't say anything.

This kind of relationship lasted for two years. In the second year, we... We did it many times, but the more we did, the more scared I became. I went to her house less often, and we often went out to rent a hotel room; it was more relaxing that way. In the past two years, Juan's husband has gone to see doctors with her. My girlfriend is coming back soon; we're not young anymore, and our parents are helping us prepare. In the past two years, Juan, my girlfriend, and I have all gotten along well. My girlfriend has always trusted me, and we're almost married. Some people might ask, what happened to Juan after that? Two years later, we broke up. For the sake of our respective families, neither of us was responsible for the other. The breakup was very amicable; we remained friends. Even now, I've still seen Juan. Once, while shopping, she was walking with a little boy. I didn't ask what happened. Hehehe. At that time, my wife (my ex-girlfriend) and our daughter were also shopping together
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