This happened many years ago, when I was just a naive young man fresh out of school. This older sister was someone I met at work—the financial director of a partner company. Because of work reasons, we collaborated closely for a while.
When I first met her, I was really taken aback. This sister was full of mature woman and wife vibes, with a well-proportioned figure. Although not very tall, she had long legs and sexy curves, looking a bit like that Tang Can who sings mainstream songs. But my initial feeling was that this sister had a very aloof temperament, hard to get close to. She just exchanged a few casual pleasantries with me before taking her notebook to check the accounts.
At that moment, I thought, if I could fuck her once, it would be amazing; just those small feet alone would be enough to kill me. So, I shamelessly served tea and water, trying to be attentive, and slowly this older sister became less cold toward me.
When the work finally ended, I asked for her phone number and QQ, and we kept chatting online. Later, she mentioned she always wanted to go out and exercise, but her husband, the vice president of the parent company, simply had no time to accompany her.
Such a good opportunity, I certainly couldn't miss it. I persuaded her that she should get out and be more active, that it's not easy to age that way, etc. Finally, she agreed to go play badminton with me.
LOL, that’s killing me.
Finding a Saturday afternoon, we went together to a school's badminton hall. There were fewer people there, making it easier to communicate—a place I intentionally chose. Indeed, the vast court had very few people. Unfortunately, this time she wore sports pants; I had thought it would be a short skirt! So annoying.
This didn't stump me either. As a professional athlete, I performed excellently, and after just a few moves, she was already sweating on her forehead, panting heavily. Seeing this, I said to her, 'Look at the girls over there, they're all wearing short skirts. On such a hot day, how can you exercise in long pants?'
She said: "How could I compare to those young girls?"
I said, 'How can those unripe, green kids compare to you? I think your figure is much better than theirs. Are you afraid I'll get a nosebleed, so you don't dare wear a short skirt?' She laughed so hard she shook, and just after exercising, that innate charm was fully displayed. I was practically drooling—not exaggerating at all.
Later nothing happened, and I sent her home. After that, for a while, we chatted casually online from sentence to sentence. I found that her husband often went on business trips abroad and was rarely at home; she was guarding a big house alone, with her parents and relatives all in other places, her social circle was very small, and she had almost no entertainment. So I urged her to come out and have more fun, relieve some work pressure, and I could keep her company. I figured she could probably tell that I was interested in her.
Later we also played tennis together and went to the seaside. Although there was not much physical contact, the relationship still progressed quite a bit.
Until one day, things took a turn. That day, I had just gotten off work and was playing 360 when suddenly a text message came through on my phone. It was from Xiao Lei, that older sister. She asked me: 'What are you doing?'
I said I had nothing to do at home, and she said, 'Then come out for a walk with me!' So I drove to her company to pick her up.
Seeing how tired she looked, I asked her what was wrong. She said work wasn't going smoothly and she had been criticized by her boss. As she spoke, her eyes turned red, just like a little girl.
I thought to myself: the stronger a woman appears on the outside, the more fragile she is inside, just as the more arrogant a woman seems outwardly, the more lustful she is inwardly.
At such a time, of course I had to step forward and act as this cheap protector. I quickly found a less crowded place to park the car and said many gentle, affectionate words. This little slut couldn't hold back anymore and directly threw herself into my arms.
This bout of crying made me very awkward because, holding such a beauty, of course my lower body reacted. She kept snuggling into my embrace. What if she discovered it? Just as I was caught in a dilemma, she gradually stopped crying and said to me, 'Let's go to the seaside!' I was both reluctant and had no choice but to start the car and drive towards the sea. The atmosphere on the road was awkward. I didn't know if she had discovered my physiological reaction or not. Anyway, we didn't say much.
The weather in July, the seaside at night has an inexplicably ambiguous atmosphere, with many couples being intimate by the sea.
I accompanied her for a few walks along the beach, chatting idly about this and that. I also noticed she was acting particularly strange today, as if hesitating about something. After walking for a while, she took off her high heels, threw them to me, and ran onto the sand. Damn, this is really something; I've always had a thing for this, fantasizing about her high heels for a long time, but couldn't do anything in front of her. I could only hold them in my hands, feeling so happy inside...
After walking around a bit longer, it was almost completely dark. I guessed she was also tired from walking, and she suddenly ran over to ask me: “What do you think of me?” I was stunned and didn’t know what she meant, so I casually said: “Pretty good.”
She asked again: 「Do you still like those young, pretty girls more？」
I said, 'Of course not. Who would like those little girls? You have more of a woman's charm.' After saying it, I was scared myself—how dare I say that?
Who knew she actually laughed and said, 'You're such a liar. How could anyone like me looking like this?'
Fuck it, death it is! Anyway, this is the only chance, I'm going all out. I quickly said: 'In my eyes, no woman can compare to you. If you weren't married, I would have pursued you long ago.'
She didn't say anything, just got back into the car herself.
Fuck, this really made me understand Wei Xiaobao's mindset back in the day, having no idea whether I bet on the right treasure or the wrong one.
I also quickly got back in the car, not rushing to start it, hurriedly explaining to her, begging her not to be angry, but she didn't say anything. I had no choice but to drive her back to the residential complex where she lived.
When she got out of the car, she told me to escort her back downstairs. My heart stirred—had I hit the jackpot?
The residential complex where she lived was one of the most upscale in our city. The whole place was like a park, with many paths and quiet spots. She lived in the row of buildings deepest inside the complex, and I just followed behind her along the wooded path.
Because it was already fairly late, and this neighborhood itself had few people, there was basically no one to be seen. We were almost downstairs, and there was a very quiet corner—probably a place no one even came to during the day—when she suddenly turned around, pulled me into the corner, and threw herself into my arms! I was completely stunned at the time, damn, this was way too刺激!
Unlike the situation in the car earlier, she was actually being very restless, rubbing her leg against my crotch. Damn, I got hard right then and there, with nowhere to hide. She gave me a mischievous smile, said nothing, and pulled down my pants... In summer, I only had underwear on underneath, and it was tenting out.
In just a couple of strokes she pulled out my little brother, and while stroking it she said to me: “You bad guy, you’ve had your eye on me for a long time, haven’t you?” I honestly didn’t know what to say.
She slowly crouched down and sniffed the penis with her nose. Close call! Good thing I took a shower right after getting home from work, or it would have ruined the mood!
Not smelling anything bad, she licked it a few times with her tongue, then put it in her mouth.
Back then, I had just left school not long ago, and my experience with my girlfriend was only half-push, half-shove sex—where had I seen such a scene! My mind went completely blank.
In the many years that followed, among countless kinds of women, there was none whose oral skills I remembered as clearly as hers; my little brother was hard and tense like he was about to explode.
But I was still quite confident in my own ability. Maybe it was because I came from an athletic background, maybe I was born with it; I had a certain ability to control ejaculation, and this bit of stimulation was not enough to make me blow my load all at once.
After oral sex for a while, she seemed a bit tired from squatting, so she pulled me over to a row of chairs nearby, and of course I could not be polite either. That day she wore a standard OL outfit, a low-cut white shirt, a dark suit skirt, and black high heels. Because we were outside, I did not dare undo the buttons of her clothes, so I had to reach behind her to try to unhook her bra; who knew that after all the effort, I only managed to undo two.
With a coquettish smile on her face, she said I was stupid, then reached behind herself and unfastened it in one go. At last I got to touch those snow-white breasts; I can grab a basketball with one hand, yet I couldn't wrap my hand around those breasts. They felt amazing, and Xiaolei likes to use a sweet-smelling perfume, which is very arousing.
With one hand, I continued tormenting her beautiful breasts, while the other hand had already probed into her honey hole. I pulled her panties aside a bit. Damn! This little slut was already flooded! Her panties were soaked. A side note: I later discovered this girl was the type who gushed as soon as she was touched. Super convenient. Wherever you wanted to fuck her, just touch her a couple of times and she'd definitely be flooded.
Anyway, my technique wasn’t that mature back then either. I just casually touched her a few times, and after I fingered her for a while, this little slut couldn’t take it anymore. She turned her body around, bent over, and let me fuck her from behind.
Of course, I couldn't be polite. I dabbed a bit of her wetness at the entrance of her honey pot. It wasn't so much that I thrust in; I slid right in.
To say her vagina is as tight as a virgin's would indeed be telling a tall tale, but I'm speaking the truth here! It wasn't extremely tight, but definitely not loose either. It felt like my entire penis was wrapped in warm water—extremely comfortable.
There was a lot of fluid. I could feel water being brought out with each thrust, so I stopped caring about any nine-shallow-one-deep technique. Relying on my good stamina, I began thrusting vigorously. I couldn't see her expression, only hear her muffled groans as she struggled to hold back her cries.
To say I wasn't scared would be a lie; doing it in someone else's residential area, who knows when a security guard might pop out. Half enjoying, half scared, I didn't cum even after fucking for over ten minutes. I was afraid she couldn't endure being趴 for too long, so I temporarily withdrew, picked her up, sat on a chair, had her sit on me, and continued inserting.
Now I could see her face. Xiao Lei liked to close her eyes during sex, exuding full allure. A wet kiss came over. Of course, I wouldn't be polite. As soon as I opened my mouth, a fragrant tongue was offered.
While fucking, she was also writhing around on my body; you really couldn’t tell she was so slutty.
Because I was afraid to stay here too long, I said to her: “How about going to your place?” She actually told me her husband was at home today, on the third floor right beside us.
Fuck! I almost came right then and there.
I whispered softly in her ear: 'Baby... you're so tight down there, it feels so good fucking you... fuck you... screw you... violate you... ah... so good... fuck your pussy.'
She told me not to cum inside, that it wasn't safe today, and to pull out when I was about to come, but how could I withstand such stimulation. After thrusting a bit longer, feeling close to erupting, I quickly pulled out, about to release onto the floor, when she suddenly grabbed it and put it in her mouth, her tongue continuously attacking the slit. I came so intensely it felt like the world spun, nearly draining my member dry.
After I shot the last drop, she continued licking for a while until my little brother completely softened before spitting it out, also spitting out the semen. Later, I found out she doesn't like swallowing semen; it makes her feel very nauseous.
Really, nothing is perfect!
I said to her, 'Woman... I'm going to let you know a woman's pleasure! I'll let you be slutty enough... A woman having an orgasm!'
After finishing, we cuddled for a while longer, surprisingly feeling no awkwardness at all, just like lovers in the heat of passion.
When she went upstairs, we kissed for a long time again before I let her go.
After she went upstairs, I walked back alone on the small path, seeing the starry sky, feeling like what just happened was almost a dream... I somehow made it home in a daze, and not getting into a car accident on the way was truly thanks to God, the Lord, and Mary.
After returning home, I lay on the bed, my mind repeatedly replaying the scene just now—her crouching in front of me and taking it into her mouth, the coy look as she rode on me with her eyes closed and twisted her waist, and finally the action of swallowing the semen into her mouth and then spitting it back out. Hard then soft, soft then hard, I was tossing and turning until midnight before I barely managed to fall asleep.
The next day was Sunday. I deliberately waited until noon to text her: 'How did you sleep last night?'
She replied quickly: “Not bad. How about you?”
"I miss you."
After a few minutes, she replied: 'Don't talk nonsense. My husband is home today.'
My heart tightened, yet I couldn't help but feel excited. So I replied: 'Then I'll wait until you're free.'
She didn't reply again.
On Monday at work, I deliberately took a detour near their company and glanced from afar. She walked into the building in a suit skirt, her steps steady, with no trace at all of the way she had been pinned to a chair by me in a corner of the residential complex last night. A mature woman’s ability to put on an act is indeed impressive.
In the half-month that followed, we only chatted online occasionally. She would complain that her husband was going on a business trip again, send some selfies after working out (of course, only down to her collarbone), and ask me whether I had been seeing any other girls lately. I honestly said no, and she replied with a smiley face.
The real second time was after her husband went abroad again.
That night, she took the initiative to call me, her voice lazy: 'Want to go out for a drink? It's boring being home alone.'
Without another word, I drove to pick her up. She had changed into casual clothes: a white dress with a thin jacket over it, still wearing those black high heels. After getting in the car, she didn't speak, just leaned back in the seat with her eyes closed, resting. I drove to a very remote hotel in the suburbs and checked in.
The moment she entered, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me proactively. This kiss was more urgent than the last one. Her hand went straight into my pants, holding and stroking me as we kissed. I carried her to the bed, lifted her dress, and discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath.
“On purpose?” I asked.
She nodded, blushing: "To save trouble."
I lowered my head and buried it between her legs. Her scent was stronger than last time, already a mess of wetness. As soon as my tongue touched her clitoris, she trembled slightly, her fingers threading into my hair. I licked earnestly, using the tip of my tongue to part her labia, occasionally sucking. Her moans gradually changed from suppressed to unrestrained, her legs clamping around my head.
“Come in……stop licking……” her voice trembled.
I'm not in a hurry to satisfy her. Instead, I continue using my fingers and tongue to bring her to a small climax. After her body goes soft, I take off my clothes, grip myself, and press against the entrance. She actively lifts her hips, letting me enter completely.
This time we lasted longer. She liked it when I entered from behind, raising her buttocks high and looking back at me. I also liked this position, as I could clearly see how I plunged into her body with each thrust and could reach around to caress her nipples. Later, she began to beg me to go faster, her voice soft and seductive: 'Come for me... it's safe today... come inside...'
I increased my speed, finally releasing everything deep inside her. She clenched tightly, squeezing out every last drop from me.
Afterward she lay on her side, letting me hold her from behind. Only the bedside lamp was on in the room, and her skin shimmered with a fine sheen of sweat under the light.
“Have you ever thought about what would happen if this went on?” she asked suddenly.
"I have thought about it." I answered honestly, "but I can't stop."
She was silent for a moment, then reached out and grasped my already half-soft member, gently stroking it: 'Then don't stop. Anyway, my husband is away for most of the year.'
Since then, we developed a certain tacit understanding.
As long as her husband is away on business, she will come looking for me. Sometimes it’s a hotel, sometimes it’s her home (with the curtains drawn tightly), sometimes even in the car. She’s become more and more uninhibited, actively asking for different positions, saying dirty things in my ear, and after climax, using her mouth to clean me up.
Once we did it at her home. Outside the living room's floor-to-ceiling window was the residential garden; although the curtains were drawn, we could vaguely see people walking outside. She rode on top of me, deliberately keeping her voice very low but making her movements large. Halfway through, she suddenly stopped, looked down at me, her eyes bright:
"What if someone pushes the door open right now... what do you think would happen?"
Her words instantly made me even harder. She felt it, smiled with satisfaction, and continued swaying her hips.
That night, we did it three times. The last time, she lay on the sofa, letting me enter deeply from behind. When I ejaculated, I deliberately stayed pressed deep inside, feeling myself pulsing out in waves. She softly cursed me, 'You bastard... you filled me up completely...'
While cleaning, she looked at the stains on the bedsheet and suddenly laughed: 'Let's use a condom next time. Always like this, I feel uneasy inside.'
I nodded.
Nearly a year passed like this.
She was still that proud finance director, and I was still that young man just starting out in the workplace. On the surface we were only ordinary coworkers, but in private we had explored each other’s bodies thoroughly. She taught me many things—how to make a woman wet faster, how to flirt with a look in public, how to satisfy both sides in a short time.
I gradually came to understand that, for her, I was probably just a safe outlet. No entanglement, no demand for status, no disruption to her existing life. And what I gained was the most scorching and real memory of my youth.
One day she suddenly said her husband was being transferred back to work locally long-term.
We took it very slowly that night at the hotel. She kept looking into my eyes, as if trying to remember something. After we finished, she leaned against my chest and didn't speak for a long time.
“From now on… it may not be so easy to meet anymore.” she finally said.
I nodded without pressing further.
As she got up and dressed, I lay in bed watching her. Her mature body remained enticing under the light, but her movements had already regained their usual composure. After putting on her shoes, she walked over and gently kissed my forehead.
“Take care of yourself.” she said.
Then opened the door and left.
I sat alone in the room for a long time. The city lights outside the window were bright, and that secret time with the married female director thus came to an end.
Later, we would occasionally run into each other at work. She would politely nod at me, and I would return a professional smile. No one knew that this woman, who looked so aloof and calm, had once, in the corner of the residential complex, on a hotel bed, in my arms, made such soft, so seductive sounds.
And I, too, finally understood one thing—some fires only need to burn once.
If it keeps burning, the whole person will be set on fire.
That said, people often fail to do so.
In the first two months after we split up, I lived fairly normally. I went to work during the day, played games when I got home at night, and occasionally went out drinking with colleagues. Xiaolei’s name gradually sank lower and lower in the chat history until one day, when I scrolled through my phone, I realized we had gone nearly a month without speaking.
I thought I had let go.
Until a certain Friday night.
At the company dinner, I drank a bit too much. On the way back to the rental room, as if possessed, I opened the chat window with her and sent a message: “Are you okay?”
The moment I sent it, I regretted it. But the read receipt appeared very quickly.
After three minutes, she replied: 'Not bad. You?'
"Kinda miss you."
This time she didn't reply immediately. I threw my phone aside, washed my face, and told myself not to be stupid again. But as soon as I lay down on the bed, my phone vibrated.
“Come out for a moment?”
I almost jumped up.
When I drove to the hotel she specified, it was almost eleven o'clock. She stood at the end of the corridor, wearing a loose sweatshirt and jeans, her hair tied up casually, looking much more relaxed than before. Seeing me, she just slightly raised her chin, then turned around, swiped her card, and entered the room.
As soon as the door closed, the two tangled together.
No unnecessary words. She pushed me onto the bed, straddled me, and took off her clothes in a few moves. Her mature body was still enticing under the light, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breath. She grasped me, aligned herself, and slowly sat down, letting out a satisfied sigh.
“Just once.” She looked down at me, her voice a little hoarse, “Let’s treat it as... ending it more completely.”
I nodded, but in my heart, I knew clearly that such words were never to be believed.
That night we did it for a long time. She was more proactive and more uninhibited than before. She would adjust the angle herself, whisper things in my ear she used to be too shy to say, and after climaxing, she would actively clean me with her mouth, then look up, eyes shining, and ask, 'Can you still get hard?'
Of course it gets hard.
The second time, she asked me to enter from behind. She supported herself with both hands on the headboard, lowering her waist very deeply. I held her hip bones, thrusting in stroke by stroke, listening to her suppressed yet uncontrollable moans. Later on, she started begging me to cum inside her, her voice so soft it didn't sound like that高傲 (proud) finance director.
I did as she said.
After ejaculating, neither of us moved. She lay on the bed, I lay on her back, feeling myself still buried deep inside her. After a long time, she softly said: 'Don't contact me again next time.'
“Good.”
But at noon the next day, she sent another message: “Are you free tonight?”
I replied with 'Yes.'
And so there was a third time, a fourth time, a fifth time.
We both knew perfectly well that the so-called 'last time' was just self-comfort. Although her husband had been transferred back locally, his social engagements were still many, often not coming home until midnight. She found the time gap, and I willingly cooperated.
Sometimes it's a hotel, sometimes in the car, and once even in the parking lot under her office building. That time was especially thrilling. She was wearing a professional suit, pressed against the back seat by me, her skirt pulled up to her waist, biting her lip to keep any sound from escaping. After finishing, she straightened her clothes, looked at herself in the rearview mirror, and suddenly laughed:
“Does this count as being very cheap of me now?”
I hugged her from behind, my chin resting on her shoulder: 'It counts. But only be shameless for me to see.'
She didn't argue, just reached out and patted my face.
Another half a year passed like this.
The relationship, from its initial novelty, gradually became a habit. She would send me her location when working overtime late into the night, and I would show up on time. After climax, she would lean in my arms and daydream, and I would hold her in silence. Occasionally, she would mention her husband, saying he had been under a lot of pressure lately, or that the house needed renovation. Each time she mentioned these things, the air would fall silent for a few seconds, and then we would interrupt the topic with our bodies.
One night, after finishing, she suddenly looked at me very seriously:
“Have you ever thought about finding a normal girlfriend someday?”
"I've thought about it."
“Then go and find them. Don’t waste time on someone like me.”
I didn't speak, just held her a little tighter. She struggled briefly but ultimately didn't push me away.
What truly brought this relationship to an end was an accident.
That night, she changed the location at the last minute, asking me to go to her house. She said her husband had gone out of town for a meeting and wouldn't be back for two days. When I arrived, she had already opened red wine and dimmed the lights. We did it once on the sofa and once more in the bedroom. After it ended, she went to shower, and I lay on the bed playing with my phone.
The sound of water in the bathroom was still running when suddenly, the sound of a key turning came from outside the door.
My whole body froze.
The door opened. Footsteps approached from afar. It was a male voice, tinged with fatigue: 'Xiao Lei? I came back early; the meeting was canceled...'
The sound of water in the bathroom abruptly stopped.
I practically rolled off the bed, grabbed my clothes, and fled to the balcony. Luckily, she lived on a high floor, and the balcony had a very small storage space. When I hid inside, I could still hear faint conversation from within. Her voice sounded very calm, as if nothing had happened.
I stayed in the dark for nearly two hours. Only after confirming it was completely quiet outside did I cautiously leave. My legs were weak going downstairs.
The next day she sent me a message, just one sentence:
“It’s over. Don’t contact me again.”
I replied with 'Good.'
Then deleted all the chat records.
Later on, we would still occasionally run into each other at work. She was still that calm, professional CFO, nodding at me, speaking in meetings, laughing and joking with others. No one knew that this woman had once cried beneath me, begging me to cum inside her, and had also once cleaned me thoroughly with her tongue after orgasm.
And I, too, finally pressed those days deep into the furthest recesses of my memory.
Some fires only need to burn once.
If it keeps burning, the whole person will be set on fire.
But sometimes, even knowing it will burn you, a person still reaches out a hand.
Only this time, we both learned to let go in time.
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