A deeply unforgettable story with my beautiful female colleague (a true account)

A Memorable Story with a Beautiful Colleague (A True Account, a Bit Long)
In 2001, I graduated from university and started working. I won't go into the specifics of my workplace, but we generally wore uniforms during work hours. My department was in human resources management. Besides the section chief, there were only three people: the section chief and an older man, both middle-aged; a beautiful woman (five years older than me, already married, above-average looks, very slim, and most importantly, very stylish; I called her Sister Lin); and me.
Because I didn't smoke, I was lucky enough to share an office with Sister Lin. Since we were close in age, I quickly became familiar with her. She was very caring towards me, her younger colleague, not only offering work guidance but also frequently bringing me breakfast (she knew I was rather lazy and often slept in until I was almost late, missing breakfast). I also often used my business trips to bring Sister Lin fruit, local specialties, and women's accessories as a way of repaying her.
Sister Lin's relationship with her husband was so-so, but not bad either. It might be a common problem for men. When pursuing a woman, they go to great lengths, willingly doing anything for her. But once they've won her over, especially after marriage, they unconsciously become chauvinistic, offering less care and attention, less communication, and neglecting their wives. I think almost every man has this flaw to some extent, myself included (hehe…let me just say I'm a little self-deprecating). It probably comes down to the lack of a sense of urgency and crisis after the relationship has settled down, coupled with the pressures of life, leading to an unintentional neglect of their wives' physical affection. Actually, I think women ask for very little from the ones they love. A kiss, a tight hug, a sweet word every day can make them happy all day. But men often overlook these small, everyday things. It's not that men don't love their wives; they mistakenly believe that providing material things is the key. So, men and women are truly from two different worlds.
Anyway! Lin's husband was similar. He was very successful in his career, but he didn't care enough about her in their personal life, and their sex life was irregular. Because he was often away on business trips and social engagements, sometimes they wouldn't be intimate for one or two months at a time. Lin told me these things intermittently over the next few years. In her own words, she always felt empty inside, lacking a sense of connection and affection.
In the summer of 2003, it was very hot. When Lin wore a shirt and skirt, I could clearly see the curves of her body. At that time, I had broken up with my girlfriend for almost half a year, and the surge of hormones made me often secretly admire her figure. One time, Lin was filling out a form at her desk, and when I stood up, I inadvertently noticed that I could see most of her breasts through the opening of her collar. Although they weren't very full, they were very fair and round. As I looked, I became aroused, and my pants were noticeably stretched. To make matters worse, at that moment, Lin suddenly looked up. She immediately noticed my unusual behavior, sat up straight, and pulled her collar down.
Not long after, I was a few minutes late for work one day. When I got to the office, Sister Lin was cleaning. I stood at the door watching her bend over sweeping; the curve of her hips was very alluring, and I immediately got aroused again, which she noticed. Sister Lin didn't say anything, just turned and left the office, returning only after a long while. To avoid an awkward encounter, I restrained myself. If it weren't for an incident a month later, I think this whole thing would never have
happened. In July, one morning while I was at work, Sister Lin suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no!" her face turning bright red. I asked her what was wrong, but she hesitated for a long time before finally telling me that her period had suddenly started several days early, so she hadn't prepared anything and had already stained her pants. I froze for a minute, then immediately said, "I understand," and ran out of the office. When I got to the supermarket outside the company, I was even more dumbfounded. Looking at the huge pile of sanitary napkins of various brands and types, and the people who kept passing by giving me strange looks, I was at a loss. I stood there for another minute before remembering to call Sister Lin to ask what brand she was using. After buying it, I immediately fled back to the office, sneaking back like a thief. I also grabbed a pair of pants I'd left in the office and gave them to Sister Lin (we all wear uniforms, and the men's and women's pants are the same color and style). Then I ran to another office to hide, only returning reluctantly after receiving a text from Sister Lin.
After this incident, Sister Lin became noticeably closer to me. Although her actions didn't change much, she often spoke with a woman's coquettish tone. More than a month passed, and in mid-September, the weather was getting a bit chilly. That day, Sister Lin was wearing her uniform skirt with a black undershirt (it was practically designed to make my nose bleed to death!). As she stood in front of the filing cabinet organizing documents, I was stunned again, and my lower body became aroused again, which Sister Lin noticed. This time, she wasn't angry. Instead, she patted me on the head and said, "Hey... young man, be careful not to drool." The instant she turned around, I hugged her from behind. My erection was pressed against the center of her buttocks, and time seemed to freeze; we both stood there, stunned. A minute later, she ran out, blushing. At ten o'clock that night, I received a text from her saying her husband was away on a business trip again and asking if I could go out for drinks with her. I immediately changed clothes and set off. She arrived at the agreed-upon bar just as I reached it, looking even more alluring in her casual clothes. We drank two dozen beers and were both a little tipsy. On the way home, I asked her if she could stay, but she shook her head. Then she lay down on my lap, saying she wanted to take a nap. Smelling her fragrance and looking at her delicate face, I became aroused again, my erection pressing against the side of her head. She must have sensed it, because she reached out and tightly grasped my hand.
Suddenly, I saw a hotel ahead and immediately told the driver to stop, pulling her out of the car. Throughout the entire process of checking into the room and entering, she was dazed, being led by me. Once inside, I held her in my arms, kissed her, and undressed her. She remained motionless and didn't resist. Only when I placed her on the bed and slowly kissed her entire body did she gradually calm down and cooperate with my actions. When I buried my head between her legs, I discovered how special she was, exuding a light and natural fragrance, and how petite and delicate she was. The moment my tongue touched her sensitive spot, she shuddered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her body tensing back… This greatly stimulated my senses. I repeatedly explored her sensitive areas with my tongue and lips, sometimes kissing, sometimes sucking, sometimes gently biting… After a few minutes, her body was extremely tense. She frantically grabbed my hair, murmuring, “Faster, faster, go in…” When I finally entered her body and thrust deeply, I felt her whole body trembling, her hands tightly wrapped around me, her breathing deep and rapid… After she calmed down a little, I put her legs on my shoulders… letting her sit on me… We stood together by the bed, her back to me… Perhaps because of the alcohol, I continued for almost 40 minutes before ejaculating. After cleaning her up, she leaned against me and said, “You’re my little darling, how did I fall for you!”
Later, we both exercised extreme restraint at work, even when it was just the two of us in the office, we resolutely avoided mentioning our relationship, only expressing our longing for each other through text messages. On weekends, in our free time, we would meet up to go shopping, have meals, and then return to my place to cuddle, watch TV, listen to music, and do traditional yet vibrant things. We thought about the future; she said she was willing to divorce her husband and travel the world with me, and I truly wanted to marry her, to give her all my love, care, and protection.
Perhaps things didn't go as planned; after three years of this, I was transferred. She considered her parents, friends, and work, and never divorced her husband. After all, people don't live in a vacuum; they need to face society. Especially women, who have to bear more… Now, we still occasionally keep in touch and exchange greetings, because we truly loved each other!

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