My Second Single Life (Part Two)

Whenever we had time, we'd research online how to meet and what to do, chatting with her until she was completely aroused, constantly saying, "Little brother, I want..." I suggested we get a hotel room, but she said hotels weren't safe; if someone saw us, we wouldn't even have a chance to defend ourselves. I was secretly surprised; I hadn't expected her to be even more thoughtful than me.

I asked, "We can't go to my house, can we?" My house was definitely out of the question; I have a principle of never bringing women home, and her house was even more impossible. Then, she came up with a bold idea that surprised even me: her office.
She told me that she had her own office, while they worked in a public institution where most people left before the end of the workday, so it should be safe in the office. Because she had to work on holidays, her office also had a single bed, which was very convenient. Her sophistication made me wonder if she often brought men to the office for secret trysts, but I didn't care about that anymore. I quickly agreed to her suggestion and did it in the office. What most people wouldn't think of is that the most dangerous place is the safest, and I felt a thrill and excitement of taking a risk.
I remember it was a Thursday, the weather was nice, and as soon as I got to work in the afternoon, I saw her online. I immediately sent her a message.
"What are you doing, baby!"
"I'm waiting for you."
"Really? What's wrong, feeling lonely?" I often teased her like that.
"Yeah, are you coming?" She's used to my teasing and often goes along with the joke, but we've never had the chance to continue it in real life.
"Okay, wait for me, I'll be right there."
"Hehe, stop joking, I'm at work."
"And what about after work?" I began to hint at.
"today?"
"right"
"Perhaps!" It seems hopeful; I'm good at gleaning useful information from between the lines.
"Does your husband have anything else to do today?"
“She does this almost every day, and only calls me if there’s nothing wrong.”
Where are the children?
"At noon, he told me that he was going shopping with his classmates after school and wouldn't be coming home for dinner."
"So you're all alone? Haha."
"What are you laughing at, you bad guy?"
"How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"
"Let's talk about it later. Eating is too much of a waste of time. I don't want anyone to see me."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"fool!"
I'll come find you after get off work!
"Well, you'd better not drive here, it'll be too conspicuous!"
"Oh? Why?"
"Idiot, this is a clean government office. People rarely drive in here. They're definitely going to check you."
"Okay, I'll take a taxi."
"Um"
"baby"
"Um?"
I want you
"Hate,……"
"..."
After a passionate encounter, she seemed impatient, and I felt a wave of weakness wash over me. We were both eagerly awaiting that moment, perhaps even more so than she was.
At 6 o'clock sharp, I rushed out of the office, hailed a taxi, and quickly arrived at their workplace. I was truly puzzled; how could such a small, insignificant government office in such a small city afford such a grand building? Oh well, government and politics are not my concern.

I walked confidently into the lobby. The security guard didn't even ask my name. I figured I didn't look like a thief or a terrorist, so I shouldn't be subject to his scrutiny. This environment suited me perfectly. The elevator quickly took me to the 11th floor. I had no interest in admiring the building's luxurious interior; I went straight to the door number she had given me. We were now just one door apart.
Although we had met a few times before, the meetings were brief and the conversations were always formal and respectful. Today, however, we both understood what was about to happen, so it was hard to hide our excitement; my hand trembled slightly as I knocked on the door.

Strangely, when she opened the door and I went in, I calmed down. She even seemed a little shy, perhaps because of what was about to happen.
Although we've already rehearsed how to do it online, even the process and posture, when we actually faced each other, we still didn't quite know how to start. I think I should take the initiative.
I sat down next to her and said, "You look really beautiful today. Have you been wanting me for a while now?"
"You're so annoying!" She seemed to deliberately raise her hand as if to hit me.
I grabbed her hand; it was fair and soft. I slowly pressed it to my face. She lowered her head nervously, but I could feel her rapid breathing. I pulled her into my arms.

She gasped, followed by rapid panting. Her chest heaved, pressing her large breasts against my chest. The overwhelming excitement made it hard to breathe; the sound of her breathing echoed clearly in the quiet room, filling it with a sense of desire. She

gently pushed me away, got up, and went to lock the door. Women are indeed observant; I took the opportunity to observe her closely.
Today, she remained as unpretentious as ever. Her hair was styled in an updo, making her appear even taller. She wore light makeup, a gray business suit with a skirt that reached mid-thigh, flesh-colored stockings, and high-heeled sandals, looking incredibly sexy.
She turned back, saw my greedy gaze, smiled shyly, and sat down beside me. I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms. Her soft body seemed boneless. I placed her in my lap and caressed her breasts. She closed her eyes, her small teeth gently biting her lower lip, moaning softly. Encouraged by her, I became bolder, brazenly slipping my hands inside her clothes.

Her skin was still very delicate, though not as supple as a young girl's, it was still very smooth. I reveled in the subtle pleasure from my fingertips, and she seemed to enjoy my caresses as well, her body beginning to writhe, her legs pressing together and rubbing against each other.

I whispered, "Baby, let's go to bed!" She barely had the strength to speak, only letting out a soft hum in agreement. I slowly picked her up and gently placed her on the single bed in the corner.

She seemed unwilling to leave my embrace for even a moment, allowing me to get up and press myself against her. We kissed passionately, and to my surprise, she took the initiative, even turning over and pinning me beneath her. I was secretly amazed by the mature woman's allure and initiative, but I was enjoying this rare pleasure.

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