Stories with my female colleagues

It's been almost a year since I left my previous company, but I still can't forget those four female colleagues.
I really wanted to tell a story, but it's a bit late today
, so I'll just tell it in fits and starts. This is the first time I've talked about these feelings, so I'm afraid I won't do it well. I don't even know which girl I started with, so let's just call them A, B, C, and D for now.
The story takes place about two years after I joined the company. There weren't many people there, just over 100, and I knew almost everyone by then. Because of work, I didn't actually have much contact with the girls around me, and most of them weren't particularly attractive. But I was always good at chatting whenever I had the chance. Let's call the first girl A. She was a designer, and she was probably the prettiest of the four. Designers themselves have a lot of charisma and know how to dress well. She wasn't exactly sexy, but she was very alluring. She had a great figure, medium build, a slim waist, and a nice perky bottom. She often wore short skirts in the summer. I really liked girls like that, so I would chat with her whenever I had free time.

I have absolutely no memory of how we first held hands and kissed. Thinking back, there probably wasn't anything particularly special. Everything just happened naturally. We clicked, and with a little initiative, it all fell into place. It was as natural as dating, so mutual and sweet.

During those sweet, passionate days, we'd go out for dinner almost every day after work, and walk in the nearby mall or park. I don't think we ever went to the movies together; I can't recall. Sadly, those days didn't last long. We became strangers, and now we only exchange a few words occasionally on WeChat. We can never go back to how we were. I think the three dates I remember most vividly represent our journey from getting to know each other, to the peak, and finally, to becoming strangers. Looking back, I still feel a deep regret. I'm just a promiscuous person.
Let me start from the first time. After get off work that day, we agreed to go for a walk. Before we knew it, we were in a park near the company. The park was quite large, and I knew the paths there well. Perhaps intentionally, we walked along a less-traveled path while chatting. It was getting dark, and when we reached a secluded spot, we happened to pass a bench and sat down. We talked a lot that day, about embarrassing things from my childhood and my experiences with illness. Gradually, we became closer, and naturally, we held hands, hugged, and kissed. This was probably our first time being so intimate. While we were embracing, my hands started to wander. Sitting there, one hand was around her waist, and the other slowly reached towards her breasts. They were large, easily encircled with one hand, but very firm, and felt quite nice. Time seemed to stand still. After kissing for a while, we realized no one was around. It was completely dark by then, so we became bolder.

Finding no one around, I slowly pushed her down onto the bench, gently pressing myself against her. The kisses became intense, and my hands grew increasingly unrestrained, reaching towards her lower body. She seemed to resist, but then gave up. After a few more attempts, I successfully slipped my hand inside her shirt, unhooked her bra, and pushed her clothes up, exposing her entire upper body. Luckily, it wasn't too cold at the time. We lingered like that for a long time.
After that intimate encounter in the park, our subsequent dates after get off work became more ambiguous. I would usually leave work a little early and wait for her at a nearby, secluded shopping mall. We would naturally hold hands, stroll around, and then go our separate ways. Our second date happened the same way—shopping and chatting. That day, I half-jokingly said, "You must be tired from shopping today. Let's get a room for a few hours and rest." To my surprise, she actually agreed. Thinking about it now, it's unbelievable. She's the kind of person with a lot of class and a cool demeanor, but now I think she's quite sexy. That day at the hotel, I showered first, and she went after me. After we both showered, I saw her body clearly for the first time. She had a really good figure, straight legs, and was wearing very small and sexy thongs. I especially loved her tiny waist and small, perky breasts—she was already perfect. I pounced on her like a hungry wolf, and we made love for each other. I ejaculated on her body and face. We didn't use a condom that day.

Our last passionate encounter was the closest we'd ever been, and it was also the only time we booked a hotel room together. After that, things were pretty much the same as before—secret dates behind everyone's backs at work, hugging and cuddling in the park, occasionally giving me oral sex or handjobs—simple and comfortable moments, but we never went to a hotel again. Then came our third date, which was also our last. It was a weekend; after get off work, we went to Nanluoguxiang to stroll around. Anyone who's been there knows there's a whole row of bars. I walked along the riverbank, eating, chatting, and watching the singers performing. Later, we came to a bar that was packed with people. Everyone was watching from outside, so we joined the crowd. It turned out that someone who had appeared on a show like "I Am a Singer" or something, and had placed in the top ten, was performing there, which explained the huge crowd outside. And that's where things took a turn.

Actually, we were quite careful when we went on our date, but I never expected to run into my former colleague in such a crowded place. Luckily, we were quite far apart, and it was getting dark, so we didn't greet each other. I was just a little flustered, and after watching her for a while, I tried to pull her away. But I don't know what she was thinking; maybe she preferred to stay and listen to music. She was unhappy on the subway ride home. She's still the same arrogant type. After that argument, we rarely went on dates anymore. It was partly her fault, and partly mine, because B had already entered my life. I was afraid of being overwhelmed, so I gradually distanced myself from A. Although she's above average in terms of figure and fashion sense, she has a bit of a spoiled princess attitude, which I don't really like.

B is a girl from Beijing. She had been with the company for a long time but we hadn't spoken much. One day, during a company event, we exchanged a few words, but I didn't think much of it at the time because she wasn't particularly pretty, and her figure seemed average. Later, after I got home, she added me on WeChat, and we chatted casually. I don't remember exactly what we talked about, but we seemed to have a good time. My inappropriate thoughts about her started when she wore a sexy outfit I really liked—shorts, stockings, and long boots. I then noticed she had a voluptuous figure, with a large bust and hips. Because I'm a playful person, after we got to know each other better, I often teased her, making bets and challenging her to do things she didn't like. My tactics weren't very sophisticated; if she didn't want to, I wouldn't succeed. Surprisingly, one time during a chat, she actually honored her bet and agreed to go to the movies with me. Our first intimate encounter was in the movie theater. I remember it clearly.

That time at the movie theater, I knew something was going to happen. For the first part of the movie, I behaved myself and didn't do anything wrong; I even focused on the film for a while. But then I thought that if I didn't act soon, the movie would end and I wouldn't have another chance. I tentatively reached for her arm, and she didn't flinch at all. Emboldened, I slowly took her hand, which went smoothly. Overjoyed, I began kissing her earlobe, and soon we were kissing. She was very cooperative, and quite skilled at kissing; we French kissed for a long time. Thinking back, that feeling was truly wonderful. Meanwhile, my hands began to wander over her body, slowly lifting her shirt and slipping my hand inside her bra. I thought of my first love.

Although her figure was average—not tall, and her waist was average—her breasts were truly enormous, almost too big to be held in one hand. Since breaking up with my high school sweetheart, I hadn't touched anything that big. She had the biggest breasts of all four of my colleagues. The feeling of touching them was truly wonderful. One hand would knead her plump breasts, the other would caress her slightly thicker thighs, while we French kissed—it was incredibly stimulating, and surprisingly, it went so smoothly; she was very cooperative. Beautiful moments always pass too quickly, and the movie ended soon after.

After the movie, we went back to the car together. The atmosphere was completely different from when we arrived. It was quite late, and there were only a few people passing by on the street. Although there were streetlights, it was probably impossible to see inside. We became intimate again, not in the car, but just sitting in the seats, cuddling and kissing for a while. Then I lifted her clothes and unhooked her bra. Her large breasts were right in front of me, clearly visible under the streetlights, very tempting. At that point, I had lost interest in kissing and plunged into her deep cleavage. That night was truly a wonderful beginning. Thinking about it now, I get a little hard. Forgive me. However, I later learned that she had ulterior motives for approaching me. But I don't care.

Later, we had more and more opportunities to meet. Since we weren't in the same department, we could only see each other during large meetings and exchange glances. This kind of relationship lasted for about a year, but we didn't go on dates after get off work as often as we did with A. The most frequent time was when she wanted to move out and experience living alone. I have to say, money talks. During that time, I helped her find a place, move, pack her things, and stayed with her the whole time. In that kind of environment, I think something might have happened, but usually we just hugged and kissed. She didn't allow us to do anything too inappropriate. The most memorable time was that happy time that morning.

The night before, she went to a bar for drinks. The next morning, I chatted with her a bit and flirted with her. She said her phone was almost dead and asked if I knew of a charger to bring her. My apartment wasn't far from hers, so I immediately got up, took a taxi, and went there. I knew the way well. I knocked on the door, and she opened it for me, wrapped in a blanket. I could vaguely see her cleavage and bare legs. After opening the door, she quickly got back into bed. I closed the door, went in, sat on the edge of the bed, and charged her phone. We chatted, but I don't remember what we talked about. I only remember that later I took off my clothes and got into bed too. She was on top of me, her big breasts hanging on me. I grabbed them and rubbed them against my face. It felt so good. After enjoying that for a while, I rolled over and pinned her down, rubbing against her. My erection was already rock hard, so I simply pulled off her panties and continued our lovemaking. That was the first time I'd ever seen her completely naked. Her figure was just average, her skin average too, but her large breasts and plump buttocks were incredibly alluring. I had her lie face down with her buttocks sticking up—my favorite position. Just as I was about to penetrate her after pulling off her panties, she told me she was still a virgin and couldn't do it with me. Even though we'd come this far, I respected her decision and didn't take off her panties. I remained outside, grabbing her large breasts and rubbing them between her legs. Perhaps the pleasure came too quickly, because I ejaculated almost immediately, covering her in my cum. That rich, usually arrogant woman, I had finally won her over. But even after our relationship returned to normal friendship, we never surpassed that passion again. That one and only time is still unforgettable.

That's about it for my story with B. The rest was just chance encounters at the company when no one was around, a quick hug, nothing more passionate. Our ambiguous relationship continued until she left the company. After that, we rarely saw each other and became true friends. We only exchange a few words on WeChat occasionally. Next is C's story. C is a married woman, and also a woman with a strong libido. During a company team-building trip, we went out of town. At the bonfire party that night, everyone ate and drank together. That's when C entered my world. She could drink a lot, while I'm not a heavy drinker. That night, for the first time ever, she kept asking me to drink with her. At first, out of politeness, or perhaps out of a man's pride—how could I refuse when a girl offered to drink with me? I drank quite a bit that time, mainly because she could hold her liquor. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and went to find D.

The bonfire party was held at a beach. D and I walked quite a distance along the shore to a dark spot and sat down. Slightly drunk, I leaned against D. By then, I had been having an ambiguous relationship with D for a long time. Actually, these colleagues didn't come one by one; I had been flirting with them all at the same time for quite a while. That's part of the excitement. I looked around and couldn't see any of my colleagues anymore. I figured they probably couldn't see me either, so I got bolder. I slowly pushed D down. Since it was a beach and it was summer, it was easy. That day, we lingered in the open air for a long time. We only returned to our group after watching the campfire in the distance go out. When I got back to the hotel that day, I was dizzy and fell asleep quickly. At the time, I didn't know that my relationship with C would develop to the point of a three-hundred-round battle in bed.

Later, I paid more attention to C during work meetings every day. Although C wasn't good-looking and her figure was average, it was still quite fun to have sex with her when I had nothing to do. And she was a high-ranking executive in the company, so it would be quite exciting if we could get together. I gradually realized that she was interested in me, so I often walked her home after work. Fortunately, she didn't live far from the company, so we often walked back together. We would find a bench downstairs in her apartment building and chat, hugging each other. I even asked her, "You live so close to your house, aren't you afraid your husband will see you on his way home from work?" She said she wasn't afraid. I knew for sure that wouldn't happen. I became increasingly bold. Oh, right, during that time, it was probably winter. Thinking back now, I remember sitting there until it was already dark.

Let me get straight to the part everyone's interested in. One time, the company gave out some kind of small gift—a bottle of Jiangxiaobai liquor. That day, she went out saying she was going to pick something up from a place rented by the big boss. She was practically his secretary, so she had a key. We went together. The place was very ordinary. She said the boss used to rent it for employees, but no one lived there anymore, so it had been vacant. Perfect, this gave us a great opportunity. We both knew what was going on. She went to the bathroom to shower first, and I went after her. When I came back, she had already drunk half a bottle of Jiangxiaobai. I can't hold my liquor, so I only had a little. We started making love. The most interesting thing was that I had just masturbated that morning, so even though we made love for a long time and my back ached, I didn't ejaculate. She must have thought I was amazing.

Since that climax, we've gotten quite close. She's a rather high-profile girl, and it almost became common knowledge at work that we were getting along. Seeing things weren't going well, I gradually distanced myself from her, which prevented the whole scandal from escalating. Thinking about it now, it's still a bit scary. That's roughly C's story. I won't go into the details of that encounter. Although I didn't ejaculate, it was the most exhilarating one I'd ever had; we tried all sorts of positions. And since she has a child, she knows everything; she can tell what to do just by filming. We have great chemistry. Next comes the story with D.

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