Me and the woman beside me

My name is Xiaowen. After graduating from university, I broke up with my girlfriend of many years. Feeling depressed, I went to work in a government department. Two other girls with associate degrees went with me, one named Xiaoyuan and the other Xiaomei. As everyone knows, government departments these days are all about chatting and not doing business. And so, this story began…

Sister Fen was my first boss. She was 32 years old, had a 3-year-old daughter in kindergarten, and her husband did business in Hong Kong, only coming home for Chinese New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival. Sister Fen lived in a villa area; it was obvious her husband was incredibly wealthy. She herself drove her Polo to and from work every day. She was 1.54 meters tall, with straight, flowing hair, large, expressive eyes, and a perpetual smile on her thin lips. Although her face inevitably had the faint freckles of a young woman, it seemed to only add to her mature charm. What's most perfect and alluring about Sister Fen is her pair of fair, slender, and shapely legs. Unlike other young women's legs, which often look like carrots, when she wears a suit skirt to work, countless men secretly drool over her beautiful legs! To be honest, a young woman like Sister Fen, perfectly ripe, is like a red apple—neither sour like a green apple nor soft and tasteless like a wrinkled apple. She's at the perfect balance of sweetness and crispness, arguably the most beautiful age in a woman's life.

Unlike others, she doesn't have the arrogance of other civil servants. On the contrary, she's very friendly to me and the other new employees, treating us like younger brothers and sisters. She often teaches us how to improve our work efficiency, and before long, all three of us developed feelings for her. Although I haven't yet recovered from the pain of my breakup, I've also begun to have the instinctive thoughts of a man... Three months

after I started working, my superiors sent Sister Fen to take me to the countryside for a survey (Xiao Yuan and Xiao Mei weren't Sister Fen's direct subordinates). When Sister Fen returned with the assignment, she said to me, "Xiao Wen, we're going to the countryside for a survey tomorrow. You need to prepare your laptop and other necessary items tonight. The place is far away, so we need to leave as soon as possible, otherwise we'll have to spend the night in the mountains."

I'm not stupid; after working with Sister Fen for three months, I've already figured out her working methods. Early the next morning, I loaded the necessary items into her car, and we set off.

I sat in the passenger seat, looking at the map as I asked, "Sister Fen, have you been to that place before?"

She stared ahead and replied, "No, I've calculated the distance; it'll take about three hours."

I gestured on the map, as if talking to myself, "It's 8 o'clock now. Can we get there by 11? We won't find them (referring to the people in the countryside who will be receiving us) until noon. Oh! No! Sister Fen! Wait!"

She suddenly slowed down and turned to ask, "What's wrong?"

I pointed to the map and said, "Sister Fen, we need to hurry. There's a long stretch of mountain road in the middle! We might not be able to get there before noon."

Sister Fen suddenly realized, "Oh dear! How could I not have thought of that! We need to hurry!"

Although the place we were going to was within the city limits, it was nestled in a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides, accessible only by a dirt road. While it was far from the hustle and bustle and had beautiful scenery, the long distance and frequent rumors of it being haunted meant it rarely saw tourists. Coupled with its barren land, it was arguably the poorest place in the city. Fen-jie had clearly miscalculated the actual time, and for now, we could only quicken our pace.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, we had only covered a small portion of the mountain road. After all, the Polo wasn't an off-road vehicle, and women tend to be a little overly cautious when driving. We slowly swayed along the mountain road. In the golden autumn of October, the southern sun was still scorching, making it hard to breathe, and this day was particularly bright and sunny. Although the air conditioning was on, we still felt a bit stuffy. I turned my head and saw the slight beads of sweat on Fen-jie's forehead, and suddenly a strange thought arose—a desire to care for her and protect her. Protecting a woman—isn't that a man's instinct?

I took a bottle of water out of my backpack, opened the cap, and handed it to Sister Fen, saying, "Sister Fen, you must be tired. Have some water, I'll drive."

Sister Fen was probably incredibly thirsty; she stopped the car, took the water, and was about to take a big gulp when she poured it too quickly. She screamed, "Ah!" But it was too late; the water splashed all over her, from her nose down to her thighs, even soaking the driver's seat.

We had no choice but to get out of the car. I said, "Sister Fen, since we're already out, let's eat something before we go. I brought some biscuits."

I took some biscuits out of my backpack, and we sat down under the shade of a tree to eat them. Sister Fen had finished her water, and I only had one bottle left, so we had to take turns drinking.

The front of Sister Fen's thin work uniform was soaked, revealing her pink bra through her white shirt. Sister Fen noticed me spying on her. Embarrassed but not wanting to make a scene, she changed the subject: "Xiao Wen, you know what? If you eat something someone else has eaten, you'll unconsciously start listening to that person."

I laughed, "I know, anyway, I have to listen to you."

She paused for a moment, then casually asked, "Where? I haven't drunk from this bottle of water yet."

I laughed again, handed her the water, and said, "You're my boss, how could I not listen to you? But now that I've drunk the water, are you going to listen to me or just eat some biscuits?"

She chuckled, "Hehe, you think you can boss me around? Not so easy!" She grabbed a handful of biscuits and started munching.

A moment later, her mouth was stuffed full of biscuits, and she couldn't stand the dryness anymore, so she took the water from my hand.

I laughed again, saying, "Sister Fen, now that you've drunk the water, you have to listen to me!"

She was amused by my words, and suddenly spat out all the biscuits, covering her shirt, skirt, and even her sandals with bits of them. She didn't care about anything else, grabbed the water bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls, laughing as she gasped for breath, "You almost choked me to death!"

This time I stopped laughing, not because it wasn't funny, but because my gaze was deeply drawn to something. The water dripping from Sister Fen's mouth flowed down her neck to her chest, making her pink bra even more vibrant.

Sister Fen knew I was looking at her, of course, but she didn't seem to be angry. She exhaled, opened the trunk, and said, "Xiao Wen, I'm going to change my clothes. Keep watch for me."

I muttered to myself, "Women are women, even keeping clothes in the trunk."

She picked up the clothes she was going to change into, covering her chest, and smiled slightly, saying, "It's too hot. I feel uncomfortable if I don't change. I'm going to change in the woods. Remember to keep watch!"

After what had just happened, my liking for her had greatly increased, and I said somewhat recklessly, "Aren't you afraid I'll steal from you?"

Sister Fen pouted and glared at me sideways, "You wouldn't dare!"

This was less of a warning and more of a temptation. However, I still restrained my wicked thoughts.

I sat in the driver's seat without any hesitation, and after Sister Fen got out, she didn't object, and we continued on our way.

We arrived at our destination close to 2 PM. Apparently, the people from the township who were supposed to meet us thought we had changed our plans, because no one came to pick us up. We had no choice but to go directly to the township government.

Sister Fen was a little unhappy: "That's really unfair, they didn't even wait for us."

I said, "Maybe they called us, but there's no cell phone signal on the mountain road. It's alright, we're already here anyway."

The city only inspects the township government once a year, and there are just too many problems to list. Plus, the township government officials always treat us to a meal, taking turns toasting us. Sister Fen has a low alcohol tolerance; she gave up after three cups, leaving me to handle it all. Luckily, I was a decent drinker in college, and by the time the dishes were piled high, both Sister Fen and I were quite tipsy. Sister Fen seemed even more drunk than me; while not rambling, her face was flushed and she was staggering.

Sister Fen said to me, "Xiaowen, take your things, let's go home."

Seeing her half-drunk state, I had intended to stay overnight at the township government, but she insisted on going home, so I had to comply. After I loaded the things into the car, helped her into the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt, I smelled a faint fragrance on her. However, it was already past 8 pm, and I didn't have time to hesitate; I started the car and drove home.

The mountain breeze was very cool at night, so I turned off the air conditioning and opened the window. Unexpectedly, a gust of mountain wind blew into Sister Fen, and she suddenly vomited with a "uh

!" "Oh my god!" I immediately slammed on the brakes, ran to the other side, opened the car door, and was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and pull Sister Fen out when she patted her chest and vomited all over my neck.

The sour, foul-smelling stuff stuck to my body and then to the seat. Faced with this situation, I was truly on the verge of tears. It was almost 10 o'clock, and on this godforsaken mountain road, there was no way anyone would come to help us. What should I do?

Completely at a loss, I had no choice but to grit my teeth, endure the stench, and carry the still half-conscious Sister Fen from the passenger seat. I carried her to a stream by the roadside, and in her hazy state, she nestled in my arms and whispered, "I love you so much!"

I was terrified! I didn't know if she was even conscious; my only thought was to get rid of all this filth as quickly as possible!

I squatted by the stream, holding Sister Fen in my left arm, and quickly stripped her naked with my right (luckily, her pants weren't wet), then tossed the clothes into the water.

Just as I reached for Sister Fen's chest, I hesitated. No matter how good she was to me, she was my boss. We could joke around normally, but asking me to undress her now was really inappropriate, especially since she was a married woman. However, this was a rare opportunity to get close to her, and if I gave it up, I might never have another chance. Besides, she had just said she liked me. But the stench emanating from Sister Fen forced me to abandon my thoughts. I convinced myself, "Leaving her like this would be heartless! Sister Fen, I'm sorry!"

Just as I made up my mind to act, Sister Fen seemed to come to her senses a little. She squirmed in my arms, as if asking me to quickly get rid of the stench. I didn't hesitate any longer. Soon, Sister Fen's shirt, sandals, and suit skirt were off, leaving her ripe body in only a pink three-piece lingerie set. It was only then that I noticed that Sister Fen's figure wasn't actually very alluring; her breasts weren't large, maybe a B cup at most, but her slender waist and dazzling legs made me blush. I threw her clothes and skirt into the water to soak, and just as I was about to reach for my clothes to wash, Sister Fen let out a soft moan in my arms, hugged me tightly, and whispered, "I'm so cold!"

I instinctively hugged her, thinking, "That's understandable. In the middle of the night in the mountains, she's drunk, and her clothes are off; it's no wonder she's cold." But this is the middle of nowhere; where can we find shelter? Besides, I'm half-naked myself; where can we go? Suddenly

, I remembered the dirty clothes she had changed out of at noon. Although they were dirty, they were better than nothing. So I opened the trunk and gave her the dirty clothes to wear. By this time, Sister Fen seemed to have regained some consciousness. She leaned against the back of the car, her left hand supporting her forehead, gently shaking her head, patting her chest with her right hand, catching her breath, and said, "Xiao Wen, thank you."

I asked, "Sister Fen, are you feeling better?"

Sister Fen was still breathing heavily, replying, "A little better, but my head hurts so much, and it's so cold here!" She involuntarily hugged herself, shivering slightly.

I looked around; all was quiet, except for the bright moonlight silently bathing the ground. Occasionally, crickets chirped from the bushes, but this only amplified our inexplicable fear. After thinking it over, I realized that staying in the car was the safest option. So I said, "Sister Fen, why don't you hide in the woods for a bit? I'll clean the car."

Sister Fen turned to look at the bushes and said, "No, I'm afraid of snakes."

I opened the car door, pointed to the back seat, and said, "Okay, you stay here."

Sister Fen sat in the back seat as instructed, and I opened the other door and began cleaning.

Just as I looked down, I suddenly caught a glimpse of Sister Fen's alluring pose. Whether intentional or not, she tilted her head back, crossed her left arm over her chest, her legs tightly pressed together, and her right arm tucked between her legs at their most tempting point. From the passenger seat, I could vaguely see the dark, alluring area beneath her pink panties… Looking at her expression, it was absolutely breathtaking. Her eyes were slightly closed, her red lips parted slightly, and her cheeks, flushed from the alcohol, were rosy. If it weren't for the nauseating stench in front of me, I almost kissed her on the cheek. I clenched my fist, thinking, "Getting down to business is the priority!"

Soon, everything was cleaned up. I thought I'd wash our clothes while I was at it, but when I got to the stream, I was stunned to see a bunch of rats feasting on our clothes! I chased the rats away and found the clothes were riddled with holes. Since there was no point in picking them up, I simply threw them into the bushes.

I sat in the back seat, gave a wry smile, and said, "This is so embarrassing."

Sister Fen seemed to sober up a bit. She slowly turned her head and asked, "What happened?" I told her what had happened. Hearing that all her clothes were ruined, her face turned even redder, like a big apple. She whispered, "What should we do now? We should hurry home while it's still dark, otherwise it'll be troublesome when it gets light."

I shook my head and said, "No, it's only midnight, there are still many people on the street. Let's wait here for a while. I've calculated it; we'll leave in an hour and get home around four in the morning, which is the quietest time."

Sister Fen thought for a moment and didn't object anymore. The situation was extremely awkward: a virile young man shirtless and a mature woman barely clothed, a lone man and woman crammed into the small carriage.

To pass the time, I started chatting with Sister Fen. Unable to find a topic to talk about, I said, "Sister Fen, are you cold?" (Duh).

She didn't answer, only letting out a soft "Mmm."

I was a little embarrassed, having nothing else to say, so I said, "Sister Fen, look how round the moon is. The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Sister Fen's reaction was completely unexpected: she was startled at first, then covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

I panicked and didn't know what to do. I could only gently pat her shoulder and say, "Sister Fen, don't cry."

But instead of stopping, she stretched out her arms and hugged my neck tightly, burying her head in my shoulder, her loud sobs turning into soft whimpers. Without realizing it, I hugged her, my left arm around her slender waist, my right hand holding her head, gently stroking her hair, and softly coaxing her in her ear, "Sister Fen, don't cry, sweetie."

In that tone, it was as if she wasn't my boss, or even my senior, but just like my younger sister.

She sobbed, "Why? Why did you bring up the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

I was completely bewildered, thinking, "Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival something to be happy about? What's there to cry about?" I could only vaguely whisper, "Sister Fen, I'm sorry."

Sister Fen's hands tightened around my neck, and she said, "Do you know?! Do you know?! My... my heartless husband is coming to divorce me the day after tomorrow! I... what am I going to do!"

My heart skipped a beat. "Ah! Sister Fen is getting a divorce? No way!" I forced myself to remain calm and said, "Is...is it true?"

Sister Fen's hands began to tremble, and her forehead gently tapped my shoulder as she said, "It's true! It's true! He...he doesn't want me anymore! Ah...what...what am I going to do?...Waaah..."

I felt her warm tears dripping onto my chest, like burning blood searing my soul! I thought to myself, "Sister Fen, such a perfect woman, has actually been abandoned?!"

I was speechless for a long time. Sister Fen also sensed something was wrong. She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Looking into her eyes full of pain, smelling the scent of a mature woman invigorated by alcohol, and listening to her clear, nightingale-like voice, I suddenly realized that this usually strong and capable female boss actually harbored such deep sorrow. I hugged her, forcing a smile, and said, "Haha, Sister Fen, you should be happy!"

Sister Fen frowned, saying, "Hmph! How can you say such a thing? Men are all so heartless!"

She tried to push me away.

I held her tightly, not letting her move an inch, and whispered in her ear, "He has such a perfect woman like Sister Fen, and he doesn't even know how to cherish her. He's the biggest fool in the world. Sister Fen, why are you so upset about someone like that? There's no point in talking to him." As I spoke, I gently brushed her hair with my lips.

Her tense arms relaxed, and she said, "Xiao Wen... thank you... but... I am... why are you so good to me?"

Without thinking twice, I don't know where the courage came from, but I kissed her hard on the cheek!

I told her, "Sister Fen is the best!"

Sister Fen finally stopped crying and smiled. Not only that, she even went limp and nestled in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder, her beautiful legs draped over mine, and said coquettishly, "Hold me."

The beautiful legs I'd always dreamed of were right before my eyes, and the beauty was throwing herself into my arms. I almost fainted from excitement…

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