and GF's colleagues

She was my wife's former colleague, and we were good friends, often seeing each other. Several years ago, when I visited their place, I occasionally caught glimpses of her in her pajamas, her subtly revealed figure quite alluring.

Once, when she came to our house, she wore a low-cut dress, and as she knelt to help, a glimpse of her fair skin would occasionally appear. I could only steal a few glances when my wife wasn't looking, but she would always turn away, completely avoiding eye contact. However, she didn't seem to care much about me with her, perhaps because she had noticed my lust. I don't know if she complained to my wife later, but I've overheard her praising me on the phone a few times. Although there were some deliberate sarcastic remarks, she generally expressed envy. Coupled with her lament about not meeting a good enough man, my wife couldn't help but feel a little smug. Hearing this, besides feeling sorry for her, I also felt a little tempted myself. During that time, she went to work in other cities several times, so we didn't see each other often. I only thought of her occasionally, and my feelings for her were just a bit of novelty and curiosity.

One time, she came back and was preparing to change jobs again. I picked her up in place of my wife. Although I kept complaining to my wife about the hassle in my text messages, I was secretly pleased, as it was rare to have time alone with her. After picking her up, I originally planned to take a taxi to take her, but she thought it was too wasteful. I also thought that taking the bus would take longer, which was fine, so we decided to take the bus. However, when we arrived, we found that it was crowded, and since we were both carrying some things, we had to stand at the back of the line. At first, it was okay. I managed to shield her, and there was still some space between us. We chatted, and she told me about her recent life. At the next few stops, many more people got on, and we were squeezed tightly together. To make matters worse, I have a habit of not wearing underwear in the summer, and her pants were also very thin. I was forced to clearly feel her delicate skin. She suddenly stopped talking, and the more I realized the awkwardness, the faster my erection swelled. I whispered that it was crowded, and after she hummed in response, I felt her ears turn red instantly. I pushed back forcefully to make some space, but soon I was pushed back to my original position. I felt that I was just putting on a show; I didn't really want to separate. I simply gave up resisting, letting the crowd push us together. I even let my manhood greedily enjoy her soft buttocks through her thin clothes, wishing I could remove the last obstacle and reach her tender depths. The situation didn't improve much at the next few stops. We were physically intimate, but there was still a bit of awkward silence. Yet, I felt a fierce internal struggle raging within me. I wondered if she would blame me, if she would be angry, or if she was secretly pleased.

When we were almost at our stop, because there were fewer people, we tacitly and silently separated. She regained her usual lively demeanor and mentioned that she wasn't going to her friend's place; she was going to my house first to go online, send out resumes, and check emails. Suddenly, I felt inexplicably nervous, my mind racing with all sorts of possibilities. When we got home, I expertly turned on the computer and asked her to sit down and use the internet, since we usually sit on the bed for convenience. Seeing this, she hesitated for a moment, and I immediately felt something was off. I stood up to leave and make room for her, but then I saw her face turn bright red again, looking incredibly alluring. While admiring her shyness, I stammered, "I'm sorry about what happened on the bus." Her face instantly turned even redder and more vibrant. Suddenly, I couldn't resist a surge of impulse and pulled her down onto the bed. She seemed oblivious for a moment, letting me kiss and caress her. My penis was hard again, pressing against her, this time from the front. Before she could react, or perhaps she didn't even want to, I pulled her pants down to her knees, quickly unzipped my own, and aimed my long-awaited penis at her vulva, afraid that any hesitation would make her change her mind. However, I didn't expect her to be already wet down there, so I easily penetrated her, enveloped by her infinite tenderness… I originally thought that battle would last for several tens of minutes, and I was even worried that it would be troublesome if it dragged on until my wife got off work. But in reality, it probably only lasted less than 7 or 8 minutes. Although she didn't make a sound from beginning to end, her flushed face and her still uncontrollable excitement afterward made me feel much more relaxed. Later, we rested for a while, and she seemed fine, continuing to surf the internet. She left before my wife got home to meet her. I walked her quite a distance until she hinted that I should walk her further, because it would be difficult to explain if I got home late.
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