This is a true story from when I first started working.

This is a true story from when I first started working. Back then, I was an introvert. Seeing girls, especially pretty ones, would inexplicably frighten me, my face flushing before I could even speak. Yet, after 21 years of restraining my mind, I still harbored an irrepressible yearning for mature, voluptuous women. In parks, on the streets, in any public place, whenever I saw women with large breasts and hips, even though I was bound by the strict rules of propriety, I would still secretly peek at their bodies from the occasional careless sitting position or unbuttoned collar. Her private parts and white breasts gave me an incomparable pleasure. It was completely by chance that I noticed her. She was six months older than me. Though not particularly beautiful, she was sensual and coquettish. She always liked to flaunt her breasts, which, despite having fed a five-year-old, remained firm and pointed. It was her captivating breasts that lured me into a secret affair with her. Perhaps it's just men's nature, but when they see a woman, their eyes subconsciously scan her figure. That day, after dinner, I passed by the factory's water room. I habitually scanned the crowd fetching water. She was braless, carrying two thermoses, as she walked out the door. Her plump, firm breasts swayed towards me through her white, transparent blouse, the dark brown areola and nipple clearly visible. It was the first time in my life that I had ever seen such a clear, yet hazy, view of a mature, full-bodied woman's breasts. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction washed over me, and my lower body responded immediately. As she was leaving the water room, she noticed me intently staring at her. She glanced down at my lower body and gave me a flirtatious smile. "Accountant Liu, after dinner, are you ready?" "What?!" My face flushed instantly. I gave her an awkward smile, said "hmm," and immediately turned back toward the dorm. If she had stayed in the workshop after that, I believe we wouldn't have experienced those passionate years. However, not long after that, she was transferred to the Logistics Service Center as a conductor on the factory bus. Every time I rode the bus, she'd smile at me, intentionally or not. Occasionally, I'd sit next to the conductor. Every time I'd peek at her breasts from the edge of her collar or the hem of her clothes, I'd feel an indescribable thrill. We often played mahjong together. My colleague, who was close to me, unintentionally acted as a matchmaker for us. As time went by, we became quite familiar with each other. That National Day, the factory organized a trip to the city to see a movie. Sitting next to her, I began to think about getting closer to her, and I took my first steps according to my plan. Although I wasn't a virgin at that time, it was still difficult to take the first step towards an affair with a married woman. I don't remember the name of the movie that day, let alone its content, but I had planned to make small, unintentional advances towards her. Watch her reaction and then decide whether to take the next step. I had planned to pat her thighs, as if I were completely entranced by the film's highlights. I'd place my hand on her leg. Even if she wasn't interested or objected, this action wouldn't cause any awkwardness for either of us. Even if a colleague noticed, they wouldn't raise any eyebrows. And yet, the excitement truly became eternal in that moment. At the film's highlight, I softly called out and tapped her thigh. She didn't even budge, and then she covered my hand with her soft palm. On her back, I knew I could finally have the breasts I'd always dreamed of. From then on, lust burned within me, but my rationality remained undimmed. For a while, she often brought her son to my dorm to play or chat in the office, or she'd take the opportunity to visit her parents and wait for me outside the cinema. The first time I touched her firm breasts was when she brought her son to play in my dorm. The second time, my roommate happened to be out having fun. I lay on the bed, she sat on the edge, and her naive son sat on the bed opposite, playing with his toys. At first, I caressed her breasts from behind. My hand slowly slid from her dress to her front, feeling her cleavage and caressing her nipples, still protruding through her bra. I heard her moan softly, then she unhooked her bra from behind. My large palm completely covered the breasts I'd longed for. I took a deep breath, and my penis immediately "jumped" to life. Her nipples stood up under my gentle touch, and I caressed one breast, then the other, reluctantly, like a baby sucking milk. Finally, I spread my fingers and placed them on both nipples, kneading them. She moaned again, unable to contain her laughter. Her son looked up at her in confusion, and I was so frightened that I quickly pulled my hand away. From then on, whenever we were together, I would find ways to touch her breasts. Sometimes, when she wasn't paying attention, I'd hug her tightly from behind in the office, feeling the firmness of her breasts. Or, I'd secretly toss a marble from her chest into her cleavage and then remove it. For a while, I limited myself to just touching her breasts. It got to the point where we both blushed. Whenever I tried to move on, she'd clutch my hand tightly. I said softly, "Not now, baby." And each time I paused knowingly. I knew the moment wasn't far off. We continued this way for about twenty days. That night, she brought her son to my dorm again. She was wearing elastic pants. I first touched her breasts, then slowly worked my way down to her slightly bulging belly. I heard her take a deep breath, and then I tentatively stroked the waistband of her pants. I heard her breathing quicken, and I reached inside, feeling her soft belly. Then, quickly sliding down, wow! I felt her sparse pubic hair! My heart trembled, and I saw her shudder slightly. She immediately bit my ear and whispered, "Stop touching me, baby! I can't help it!" But she grabbed my already hard penis and began rubbing it through my pants. "I missed you so much, baby!" At this point, I was on the verge of orgasm. With her son right in front of us, we couldn't get ahead of ourselves. She clamped her legs together tightly, making it impossible for me to continue. "No matter what, you have to let me touch you," I whispered in her ear. By then, she was already awash in cum. I reached inside, my palm covering her pubic area, which resembled a white tiger. Her juices coated my palm and the back of my hand. No one expected it. Feeling the wetness on her pants, I gently traced my little finger upwards towards her clitoris. She couldn't help but let out a cry of "Ah!" and her whole body tensed up, startling all three people in the room. That night, unable to contain my excitement, I masturbated three times in a row, filling the room with the scent of semen. The moment she let go and let me touch her vagina in public was even more thrilling and exciting. Perhaps the most dangerous move is also the safest, and women are very clever at handling emergencies during an affair. To scare my colleagues, she and I often invited my roommate along when we went out. Back then, our entertainment mostly involved going to the park, but even more often, going to the movies. During the movies, she always sat between us. Wearing a long skirt, she'd drape her legs over the front seat for my convenience, leaning forward slightly to block my view from my colleagues. I'd then move my hand from caressing her to between her legs. Sometimes, she'd go so far as to not wear any underwear, which surprised me, and she'd smile at me, only to have my passion surge. I'd start by pinching her labia majora from top to bottom, gently stroking for a moment until I felt a spurt of fluid, then using my fingers to pull it apart. I stroked her labia minora as I had her labia majora, until her vagina was soaked. Then, I used my fingers, soaked in her vaginal fluid, to caress her clitoris, searching for the G-spot just above it. I stroked her gently, gently, until she whispered, "I'm burning inside. If you touch me again, I'll make it happen right here, baby!" At that point, I would never give up. I would immediately insert my fingers into her vagina, pressing against her clitoris and gently stirring until she couldn't hold back any longer. I was so overwhelmed that I stopped only for fear of being discovered by a nearby colleague. I don't know if my colleague genuinely didn't notice or was just playing it off. On the way home, she enthusiastically discussed the plot with me, and I could only respond with "hmmmm" and "ahhhh." I call her clever because of her reaction when the sound of a colleague's key turning in the lock disturbed our erotic dreams while we were having sex in the dormitory. We've had traces of our lovemaking in my dormitory, her home, and even outdoors. Having sex in my dormitory was the most thrilling. We always took every opportunity to sneak into the dormitory to have sex. And the most dangerous time was during work hours. That time, she was returning to the factory after running the shuttle bus. The bus stopped in front of the office building. After getting out, she lingered in front of my office window. After a moment, I understood and walked towards the dormitory. Then she followed in. The time didn't allow for much foreplay, so we both automatically undressed each other. She would only remove one leg of her pants, while I would take them all off. I went straight for the "yellow dragon," and every time I could feel her dripping with lust, it was a thrill. As I was thrusting hard, her plump ass swaying and her waist twisting in ecstasy, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the locked door. My heart was pounding, and she immediately threw off my panicked attempt at putting on my pants. She quickly put them on, dashed to the door, unlocked the door, and pushed hard against it, as if jokingly with a colleague, signaling me with her eyes to put my pants on quickly. In a moment of panic, I had no choice but to pull the covers over me. In that brief moment, she was completely prepared. Seeing me ready, she opened the door as if nothing had happened, giggling with my colleagues, and then quietly made faces at me. If my years of secret love with her at the factory were due to my uncontrollable youthful impulses, and the reason I still remember her so well, and why I still have a deep attachment to plump, mature women, I think it's her rich sexual experience. She was incredibly considerate during my experience and sex. I'd had a few flings before, but after we met, I truly experienced the joy of sex. She brought me such exhilaration, it was she who made me unable to return. It was a spring morning with a drizzling rain. She, who drove the bus, came to wake up my roommate at 6 a.m. to take a bus to the city for some work. I was half asleep when I heard someone knock on the door, calling me. Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed and opened the door. After I opened it, she swooped in like a whirlwind, and then... She crawled under my covers and told me she'd swapped shifts. I knew this was going to be a passionate morning. This morning, she gave me a reason I couldn't forget her. She sat under the covers for a while, caressing me through my clothes and pants. Once her hands were warm, she reached inside my pants and gently squeezed my erect penis, then fondled my testicles with reluctance. I couldn't wait to unbuckle her belt and caress her already moist vagina. At first, we just comforted each other in silence. She was losing control, her abdomen shaking, as if begging me to enter her immediately. Suddenly, she whispered, "Baby, we can't go on like this. This morning is our last time, but I want you to remember me forever." With that, she kissed me, slid into bed, and took my penis in her mouth. At first, she just licked my glans with her tongue, until she saw I was losing control and pulled out. Then, she pinched the base of my penis with her right middle and index fingers to control my excitement. Finally, she removed her pants, unbuttoned her bra, and pulled off my briefs, which were still on my legs. Then she asked me to put on a sweater and sit down to have sex with her. She grasped my penis with her hand, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and gently lowered herself down until I was completely cumming. I felt her warm, soft vagina still gripping my penis like a virgin. At first, she didn't move, simply contracting her vagina vigorously. There, I experienced a thrill I wouldn't get from the women I'd have sex with for the next decade or so: it felt like a feather gently tickling your itch, or like turning on a hot shower when you're exhausted, a stream of heat rushing from one point to the other. For the first time, I couldn't help but moan. I was enjoying the pleasure she was giving me. At this point, she began to thrust slowly, sometimes lifting her hips and gently lowering them until her vagina engulfed my penis; sometimes slowly lifting her plump hips and rapidly stroking my penis downwards; sometimes thrusting wildly, a trace of heat rising from her head, and I felt like exploding under her thrusts. "Baby, I can't hold it anymore." My words were like a spur of the moment. She clutched my head and thrusted furiously, until I used all my strength to hold her hips tightly against her clitoris, and a stream of hot fluid erupted... Unforgettable Then there's the thoughtfulness and delicacy she showed me during sex... I'm not the hard-charging man some netizens describe me as. Although I've made significant progress after a decade of experience, I, a novice in the sex world, couldn't withstand the torment of a seasoned woman. Sex was intense back then. I had to endure the emotional and moral chastisement of the moment, as well as the irritation of the world after being discovered. So, as a novice in sex, I was mostly passive and coddled throughout the entire process. I remember the first time we had sex at her house, it was after midnight. Her dorm was one of those small, To get to her house, I had to tiptoe out of the dormitory, risking discovery from her coworkers who lived on the same floor. I knocked gently on the door, and it opened. As soon as I entered, she hugged me tightly, whispering, "Don't be nervous, honey! No one will know!" She and I hugged each other and walked to the bed. On the stool beside the bed, I saw two cups of hot tea and a neatly folded towel. She undressed me, then quickly disarmed herself, lying on the bed. She opened her arms and said, "Baby, sleep on me. Let me... "I'll hold you!" I slept obediently on her voluptuous body, my face buried between her breasts, my hands caressing her thighs, my abdomen rubbing between her legs. The prelude began in this scene. Like a willful child, she let me do whatever I wanted, guiding my mouth and hands all over her body. Then I sat up, and we sat naked facing each other. I held her with one arm while I caressed her breasts with the other... She used a mirror to look at her vagina and explained its structure. Then, taking my hand, she gently stroked her clitoris until white mucus flowed from her vaginal opening. Then, she asked me to lie down, she squatted on me, guided my penis into her vagina with her hand, shook her buttocks, and I clumsily catered to her, she looked at me with half-obsession and half-lustful eyes, and in this captivating look, her shaking breasts also excited my mind, and watching my hard penis in and out of her slippery, warm and still pink vagina, watching the love juice coming out of her vagina and the turning edge of her vagina when the penis was pulled out, I couldn't control myself and jumped up, pushed her down on the bed, lifted her legs, and pumped freely, She expertly moved her plump hips, pushing me towards orgasm. After ejaculation, she turned over, laid me on the bed, and wiped me clean with a towel. She brought me some tea, then held my head with her left hand and fed me water. After washing herself, she gently embraced me, tightly clamping my legs between her voluptuous thighs. I fell asleep peacefully in her arms... It's been over a decade since I was transferred from my previous unit. The woman who brought me happiness has quietly vanished from my life. But that brief period of time is truly unforgettable and fond. I'm recording it here to commemorate those days. [End]