My intimate encounter with the owner of a private bakery (Part 1)

Because of work, I'm stationed in Nantong city for extended periods. As is typical of young people, when I have free time, I like to use WeChat to search for nearby people, and that's how I met this woman. Her WeChat name was "Baking Retail." Being a foodie who loves cakes, and seeing that the shop owner was a beautiful woman, I immediately added her.
Initially, I bought a salted egg yolk pastry on WeChat, eagerly awaiting delivery from the beautiful woman. However, what I received was a man—later I learned he was her husband, whom I'll mention later; let's call him A.
Let me describe this woman: she's in her early thirties, has had a child, but still has the figure of a young girl—the kind of figure that makes men fantasize, especially her full, perky buttocks, which are truly captivating. She also has fair skin. A typical Chinese beauty.
My impression of her deepened when I commented on one of her posts on WeChat Moments. She was feeling down, so I wrote a lot of encouraging words. As a salesperson, emotional support is a basic skill for me. Gradually, we became closer, often chatting back and forth, but the topics were always normal, because I knew that being too impatient would only get me blocked. One day, my sister posted on her WeChat Moments that she wanted to eat at Haidilao. Haha, everyone in Nantong knows that the newly opened Haidilao in Nantong is a godsend for hot pot lovers. So, I replied in the comments: "I also love Haidilao, when can we go together?" Since we'd been chatting quite a bit before, she agreed. I thought to myself, "Great! I'm not far from winning her heart!"
I arranged a time with her on WeChat, and to my surprise, she agreed very quickly. That day, I dressed up specially. I wouldn't call myself particularly handsome, but I'm not bad-looking either, and I work out regularly, so my physique is pretty good.
That night, my sister indeed showed up. She thought it was just a simple friend's gathering, so she dressed casually. But wearing leggings revealed her perfect figure. Seeing such a beautiful woman sitting in front of me, I really wanted to devour her whole, but I told myself, wait a minute. My sister was quite surprised to see me and even complimented me on my good looks. I was very happy, and we had a great meal that day. I kept cracking jokes, making her extremely happy. She also told me about some of her troubles. It turned out that her bakery was run by her and her husband; she made the cakes, and Mr. A delivered them. She always hoped Mr. A would have a regular job and a stable career, but he always disagreed, and they often argued about it. I advised her not to overthink it, that things would work themselves out. After we finished eating at Haidilao that day, I drove her home, and we agreed to meet again. There's no way around it; to have a beautiful woman in your arms, you have to keep investing. From then on, I chatted with my sister more often, more frequently, and more deeply. Are you all feeling like you're about to explode? You've already gone all out, and this is what you get? Don't worry, the breakthrough is coming soon.
I remember it was late December 2016, one evening, when my sister posted a status: "Heartache, exhaustion." I saw it and messaged her to ask what was wrong. It turned out that she and her husband had argued again, and Mr. A had even pushed her. My sister was out alone. I asked her for her location and told her I'd be there in ten minutes.
I arrived at eight minutes and thirty seconds, only to find I'd been speeding. When I got to her, I comforted her. She had tear stains on her face, so I took out a tissue to wipe them away. It was quite cold, so I suggested she sit in my car; it had a heater, and it would be warmer.
Once in the car, she sat in the passenger seat, and we talked for about ten minutes. At that moment, I was struggling internally; if I didn't act now, it would be too late. In that instant, I suddenly grabbed her hands and sincerely said, "Sister, tell me if you ever have any troubles." She was startled by my action and tried to pull her hands away, but I held them tightly. She smiled and said, "Okay, let go first." How could I let go? I tightened my grip on her hands and, with lightning speed, kissed her. She was startled and said, "Don't do this! I want to go home." But how could I let go of my little lamb that was already in my grasp? I kissed her, then released her hand, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tried to silence her with a kiss. She resisted fiercely, saying, "Is this the kind of person you are? Stop or I'll call for help!" I kissed her cheek, a sweet fragrance filling her nostrils, and said, "Sister, I've always secretly loved you, and I've always wanted you." Then I kissed her lips; they were so red and moist, her saliva so sweet. I tried to breach her pearly white teeth, but she resisted my advances. However, with each kiss, her resistance gradually subsided. I released one hand and began to caress her breasts and buttocks. Gradually, her breathing became rapid, and I, too, grew eager, my little brother already throbbing with desire.
Because sitting in the front row was inconvenient, I suggested we go to a hotel. She didn't say anything; I knew she agreed. I took my sister to the nearest Home Inn, quickly checked into the room, and as soon as we entered, I eagerly picked her up and laid her down on the bed. I stripped naked, revealing my long-awaited mushroom head, and pinned the beauty down, pressing against her crotch. At that moment, my sister suggested we take a shower first, otherwise we wouldn't do it. Although I absolutely disagreed, I had no choice. My sister went into the bathroom, and I followed her in eagerly. Haha, my sister's beauty was on full display. Her breasts were firm, showing no signs of having given birth; her buttocks were flawless and white; she was a beautiful woman standing tall and graceful. My penis was fully erect. My sister looked at me and laughed, saying, "Come in and shower together." I quickly slipped inside. Just thinking about having sex with my sister in the bathroom was incredibly arousing. In the shower, my hands were restless, touching this and that, and then I began my assault. I hugged my sister and buried my head in her chest. As I suckled at my sister's nipples, she became aroused too, wrapping her arms around me. Slowly, she freed one hand to grasp my penis, rubbing it incessantly, saying, "It's so hard." It felt wonderful to be held by my sister. She was already climaxing, so I switched hands to her vagina and found it was already wet. Since we were in the shower, I wanted to foreplay, so I rubbed my erect penis against her opening. She got into position, and I thrust in directly. The feeling was indescribable. Although her vagina was a little loose, I could still feel a sense of envelopment at the tip of my penis. We continued like this in the shower for about twenty minutes. Afraid of ejaculating, I decisively picked up my sister, whose face was flushed and who was panting softly, and took her to the bed for our lovemaking. (To be continued)

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