My Story with the Boss Lady (Part 1)

That was my second year working in Shanghai. My workplace was on Zhongchun Road in Qibao. It wasn't too bad, not too remote, but buying cigarettes was quite inconvenient. It was a bit of a walk to the supermarket, so I usually had to choose a small cigarette shop nearby. But
as most people in Shanghai probably know, about 80% of the cigarettes sold in these small shops are fake. So almost all my colleagues smoked fake cigarettes. Later, my supervisor introduced me to a cigarette shop, saying their cigarettes were genuine, and although it was a bit far, it was only a few minutes' bike ride away. So the story
begins at a small cigarette shop on Lianhang Road.
At first, I searched for a long time, not because I didn't see the shop, but because it looked no different from any other small cigarette shop, even smaller. I thought it wasn't there. Turns out, this was the only shop selling cigarettes on that stretch of road. "This must be it," I
thought to myself. As I was about to enter, my eyes caught a glimpse of a woman chatting with the owner of the grocery store next door. From her back, she looked short, about 160cm. She had short, neat hair, a slightly plump figure, and was resting her hand on her hip. Oh
, she was pregnant. I withdrew my gaze and strode into the tobacco shop. The shop wasn't big, maybe 16 square meters. A large, floor-to-ceiling cabinet, about 2 meters wide, divided the space into two rooms. There was just enough room for a bed inside. "Is the owner here? I want to buy some cigarettes,
" I called out. "Uh, coming!" A melodious voice reached my ears from outside. I couldn't help but turn to look at the doorway. The pregnant woman from before slowly walked in, bypassing me to the counter. "What kind of cigarettes do you want?" the proprietress
asked . This time I saw her face clearly. She was very pretty, her face plump from pregnancy, but without any acne or freckles, very fair. Her lips were thin. Her skin was fair, and she looked to be in her early twenties, about my age
. Because of the heat, and because she was wearing maternity clothes, most of her arms and shoulders were exposed. When she passed by me earlier, I had glimpsed her full breasts through the cuffs. They were dazzlingly white, shimmering in the bright sunlight outside. "Hmm, my colleague
recommended this place. He said your cigarettes are genuine, are they?" "Of course! Your colleague recommended it, don't you trust it? Besides, I'm the only cigarette shop around here. Several others moved away because my cigarettes are real. And they're
cheap too, buy a carton, get a pack free, and a lighter free!" the shopkeeper replied enthusiastically. "Okay, I'll have a carton of Shanghai cigarettes first. If it's good, I'll buy from you from now on. Finally, I can say goodbye to those damn fakes. Hey, what kind of cigarettes are those, white
Zhonghua?" I asked, looking at the cigarettes on the counter while taking out my wallet. "Oh, these are military special supplies, the kind the troops smoke. Here, have a carton of Shanghai, a pack of loose cigarettes, and a lighter. This special supply is the same price as what you have. Want to
try another pack?" the shopkeeper asked, handing over the bag. As I took the bag, I accidentally touched her hand; it was soft and boneless. The phrase flashed through my mind. "Try another pack," I said, taking the pack of Shanghai cigarettes out of the bag and handing it back. There was no
reunion as I had imagined, and I felt a little disappointed. "It's alright, quite good, but that's what others say; I don't smoke myself," the proprietress said politely. She was very talkative and enjoyed chatting. It's said that pregnant women
are the smartest, like Huang Rong fighting the Golden Wheel Monk while pregnant. From the proprietress's occasional remarks, I sensed she was also an intelligent person. I had originally bought the cigarettes and was about to leave, but seeing how talkative she was, and since I didn't really want to sleep during my lunch break anyway, I decided
to chat with her for a while. We chatted about random things, nothing more than where we were from, how old we were, what we did for a living, what our families were like, and what our education was—the usual conversational routine. It was a question-and-answer session, one asking me, the other asking
me. From the conversation, I learned that we were actually from the same hometown. We were both from Zhejiang, but she was from a small place in Wenzhou. She had started working at a young age, working in clothing factories, toy factories, and electronics factories, and later worked in a bar, where she met
her current man. They weren't legally married. The man was involved in organized crime. Feeling adrift, she opened this little shop and ran it herself with great effort. Her husband never cared; he spent his days gambling and drinking with his cronies, only showing up when he was broke… What a
resentful woman! What a waste of her looks, marrying such a scumbag. He indulged in all sorts of vices. Looking at her heavily pregnant belly, I didn't say much. It's a family matter; I'd rather advise reconciliation than separation.
After we'd finished our routine chat, I ran out of things to say. Actually, I'm rather shy and don't like to talk much, while the shop owner, with her rich social experience, talked on and on, making me feel awkward and unable to get
a word in edgewise. Looking at my watch, it was almost time to go to work. I finally managed to find a moment to say goodbye. She warmly saw me out, waving goodbye. At that moment, I clearly saw her breasts sway slightly inside.
Later, I often went to her shop to buy cigarettes, and she would always try to chat with me. Each time, my eyes always caught a glimpse of her beauty. Sometimes she would bend down to get a cigarette, sometimes she would sit while I stood. Perhaps due to her pregnancy and swollen breasts, she
often didn't wear a bra. Two bright red nipples stubbornly stood erect on her snow-white breasts, making my heart flutter. But then, looking down at her large belly, a bucket of cold water instantly extinguished all my thoughts. The cigarette shop's business was so-so.
While I chatted with her, other customers would occasionally come in, but she didn't seem very interested in talking to them. "Am I special?" I thought to myself with a touch of smug satisfaction. Once, we exchanged numbers.
The weather was getting hotter, and work was starting to slow down. I hadn't bought cigarettes from the shop owner for a long time—a month or two, I suppose. I had nothing to do in the afternoon, so I decided to go for a stroll. When I arrived at the shop, as usual, I strode in
, and what greeted my eyes was a picture of a fairy breastfeeding. I was stunned. The shop owner was holding an arm-length baby and breastfeeding. Her entire white expanse was exposed to the air. So beautiful. Many men look at a woman's breasts first
, then her face, and I was the same way. When my gaze fell on the proprietress's face, I blushed. The proprietress was looking at me, and I was rudely staring at her beautiful young woman. "Oh, it's been a while since you bought cigarettes
. Busy with work? You have time today?" The proprietress, ever the worldly-wise one, didn't seem to care about my earlier embarrassment and spoke up warmly. "Uh, yes. You know, when we're busy with exhibitions, we work day and night. When we're free, we're
bored to death... The baby is so cute, have you named her yet?" I asked. "Lele, I hope she'll be happy in the future and not like her mother," the proprietress said sadly. "Lele, what a lovely name! When you grow up and become sensible, you'll bring
your mother joy. Ma'am, could you get me a pack of 'Sanwu' cigarettes?" Because of the seating arrangement, the baby was feeding from the right breast. The counter was to the Ma'am's right, and she needed to hold the baby with her right hand while reaching for her cigarettes with her left. So, she
switched the baby's nipple to the right. Looking at Lele's swollen nipple and smelling the sweet aroma
of milk, I felt dizzy. I smoked carelessly, secretly watching the Ma'am intently feeding. Perhaps because my gaze was so intense, she looked up at me several times, but I didn't look away, continuing to stare at her breasts. After a few times, she stopped looking up
at me, letting me stare freely. Oh my god, I was hard! Even in this hot weather, I could feel the astonishing heat below. I think any normal man
would get an erection if he stared at a woman's private parts for too long! I really wanted to… sigh, I could only think about it. The feeding was quick, and the baby, full, fell into a deep sleep. The landlady carried Lele to the bed in the inner room, then came out to chat with me.
She had been sitting while breastfeeding, but this time when she stood up, I noticed her previously protruding belly was gone (of course, the baby's out, how could her belly still protrude?). The landlady, having regained her figure, looked slimmer, and
having just given birth, exuded a mature charm. In short, she was even more beautiful. She was still wearing a thin, semi-sexy nightgown, and her nipples were clearly visible. I felt even harder; I felt like my penis was already erect.
I quickly found a stool and sat down. The proprietress, a very quick-witted woman, noticed my flushed face and awkward sitting there, glanced at my crotch, and smiled knowingly. My face was burning with sweat. I absentmindedly chatted with her for a few moments, and
once I recovered, I wanted to use the restroom. The area was full of small shops, no private restrooms, only a public one. The proprietress led me into an alley before I found it; usually, the outer sections are for men. But when I looked up, I saw
the words "men's" and "women's" on the sign. The "women's" sign was more prominent, so I naturally headed in the other direction. The proprietress behind me said, "Oh dear, it's a woman's stall inside. Never mind, it's fine anyway, no one else is using it. Just use the woman's stall." (Later I realized
why no one else was using it; almost all the small shops nearby were owned by men with wives, and they usually had their own toilets in the shops
. Hehe, don't be surprised, many people in Shanghai still use toilets. It reminds me of a crosstalk skit I heard as a child, where someone carried a toilet early in the morning and asked their neighbor in the courtyard if they'd had breakfast yet. Haha... The stalls outside were actually for women, but men preferred the outside for convenience.) So, for the first time ever, I used the women's toilet
. It was indeed empty, so I confidently pulled out my "weapon" and started spraying. I'd been holding it in for a long time, and the stimulation had made it even more swollen, and it still wasn't completely gone. As I finished, I let out a comfortable sigh. Before I could even exhale completely,
the proprietress came in, blushing, and glanced at my "Transformer" penis. I jumped in fright, initially thinking it was someone else. What if they called me a pervert? I was so scared I almost pulled back. But when I saw it was the proprietress
, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I quickly tried to finish and put the rest back in the nest, but she took two steps forward. "Why did you shrink back? Wasn't it quite big just now?" "Huh? Uh... It's afraid of you. It's timid." I answered half-jokingly
, preparing to put my "mission accomplished" back. But then she grabbed my hand. "What's there to be afraid of? I don't eat people!" "Uh..." I couldn't think of a reply and mumbled a vague "uh." "You're the one who's going to
kill me if you don't eat people," I thought weakly. Feeling her soft, boneless, white hand squeezing my penis, it seemed to enjoy it. The temperature was rising, and it was starting to swell slightly. It was about to deform again. But as the older brother, I
wasn't at ease at all; someone was holding my manhood. The proprietress gently pinched it, smiling as she said, "I think it's not that it's afraid of me, it's more like you're afraid of me, right?" "How could I be? You're so pretty, what's there to be afraid of?" I
said . Then why are you staring at the little peephole? You don't even dare look at me. I mechanically turned my head to look at her. The proprietress leaned closer, trapping my arm between her
two little white rabbits. The two protrusions, through her pajamas and my T-shirt, pressed against my body. Maybe there was an electric current running through my body, maybe not, but anyway, my little brother was furious without a care in the world. He suddenly broke free from her little hand, proudly thrusting upwards,
announcing his successful transformation. The proprietress looked at my crotch with lustful eyes, her arm and chest clamping even tighter. Now that things have come to this, shouldn't I do something? My mind cleared a little, and suddenly an idea struck me.
Acting on impulse, I pulled my arm out of her grasp, went behind her, and pulled her into my arms. The two little rabbits were also severely deformed from the pressure. I lowered my head and kissed her thin lips. A soft tongue instantly broke through
my teeth, wrestling with mine. Her little hands below were restless and grabbed my manhood again. Damn! She actually brought the battlefield to my territory! I refused to give in and immediately retaliated, pushing back her fragrant tongue and turning the battle to
her little mouth. The hand around her waist moved up to attack her Mount Everest from under her armpit. The other hand was not idle either, mimicking her actions, you grab my elephant, I'll block your waterfall cave. (At that time, she was indeed already flooded with water. Although it had only just
begun, there had been a lot of foreplay, from me watching her while buying cigarettes, to the stimulation of the baby sucking her nipples, to her grabbing the elephant just now. After all, she was nine months pregnant, had been in postpartum confinement for a month, and hadn't done it for almost a year.) I roughly
grabbed the white rabbit, the white rabbit I had missed for so long. Perhaps it was hurt by being pinched, the white rabbit cried. I licked it, my mouth full of milky taste. Kissing, caressing, penetration, mechanical movements… I'll skip the details and leave the nuances to your
imagination .
Still afraid of unexpected encounters, we hastily ended things after a hundred rounds. Back at the tobacco shop, both of us were quite awkward; it was consensual, a momentary impulse. Neither of us wanted to speak, so I said goodbye. This time, the proprietress
didn't see me off; she just sat on the bed in the inner room, carefully watching the sleeping Lele.
That's how the first round of the story ended. The story with the tobacco shop proprietress continues. This is my first time writing, so the framework is a bit too broad. I felt it got too long halfway through, and the latter part became a bit loose. I feel the second half
was too understated; please forgive me. I welcome criticism and guidance.

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