Falling in love with a young woman at work (adult novel by celebrities)

Falling in love with a young woman in the workplace

It happened in the winter of 1996. I was 21 years old that year and had just been transferred back to Beijing from another place.

There is a woman in the same unit as me who is extremely beautiful. She was 23 years old that year. It is no exaggeration to say that she was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in real life. Without any makeup, her beauty was completely natural and innocent. She has beautiful big wavy hair, which makes her look even more charming. Although she is only 153cm tall, her chest circumference is nearly 90cm, which is definitely considered busty among Chinese people.

At the beginning of the year, when I first saw her, I was deeply attracted to her and stunned by her beauty. I often think that if I could go back to bed with a woman like this, I would be willing to live a few years less. Who would have thought that my wish would come true at the end of the year.

She got married in October of that year. Her lover is a graduate student who is very busy with work and rarely takes care of her. Since their work unit did not allocate housing for them, they could only live together on weekends, which was very inconvenient. So she did not go home on weekdays and lived alone in the single dormitory upstairs in my unit, only going back on weekends.

In December, all the work has been completed and the end of the year is approaching, so I feel very relaxed. One evening, she called me and asked me to play poker with her. Around 10pm, we went back to the dormitory together. On the way, she said to me, "Don't you want to see my photos? Do you want to come and see them?" "Of course I do." I was very happy. I really like looking at other people’s photos, especially photos of beautiful women. It’s a pleasure.

After entering the room, she took out two photo albums, placed them in front of me and said, "The photos are not good, don't laugh at me." I opened the albums and slowly appreciated the beautiful pictures in them. She poured a glass of water, sat next to me, stretched her head, and explained the photo to me: "This was taken when I was in elementary school. You can see the boy behind me. He likes me very much, so he stood behind me. He was very happy and smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. This photo is me..."

Her head was very close to me, her breath was as fragrant as orchid, and her beautiful curly hair gently tickled my face, making it itchy. I turned my head and looked at her, and she seemed unaware of this. I leaned my body a little to the outside, making my face a little further away from her. Such a close distance made my heart itchy. In my mind, she was a very beautiful and orthodox woman, and it never occurred to me that she did this on purpose.

At 24:00 in the evening, I had basically finished looking at all the photos, and suddenly I found a paper package at the back of the album. When I wanted to take it out to look at it, she held me with both hands and said, "These photos are not good, so you'd better not look at them." "If you say you don't want to look at them, then I won't look at them. How embarrassing would that be for me?" While telling a joke, I suddenly snatched the album and took it away from her. Before I opened the photo album, a pair of cold hands covered my eyes. She shouted, "I won't let you see it! I won't let you see it!" I was a little impulsive at the time and really wanted to turn around and hug her. But reason overcame impulse, and I didn't do that. I am a very traditional man, and I didn't want to take advantage of her.

I put down the photo album and said, "It's late, I'm going home." She might be disappointed, but she had no reason to keep me. She just said, "Okay, go home and have a sweet dream." It was a double entendre, which I realized later. After I got back, I lay on the bed, thinking carefully about what happened that night. I vaguely felt that she seemed to like me very much, but I also felt that it was impossible because she had only been married for more than a month!

The next day, she met me and said, "I have some more photos. Are you interested?" "Of course," I replied. "Okay, come to my dorm tonight to see me." After saying that, she smiled sweetly and left.

At around 8pm, I arrived at her dormitory. The door opened and she stood in front of me. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was more beautiful than usual, with light eye shadow and lipstick on.

"Hey, you're wearing makeup?" I asked.

"Does it look good?" She was very happy that I noticed that she was different from usual as soon as she entered the door.

"It looks good. Very beautiful." I was telling the truth.

"Really?" She smiled, very happy, "I put on my makeup just for you."

"Come on, I'm not your lover," I teased.

"Hate..." She smiled, very charmingly, "Come in, don't always stand at the door talking." I entered the room and closed the door.

"Actually, it's still the same thing from yesterday, except the ones I didn't let you see," she said.

The drunkard's real intention is not to drink. I sat on her bed and no longer had the heart to look at her photos.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"No. Actually there is, and it has been going on for more than a year," I replied.

"You are 21 this year, right? You are still young, so there is no need to rush. You are a handsome guy, so are you afraid that you can't find a girlfriend?" she said.

"I'm really scared. How about you introduce one to me?" I said.

"Okay, leave it to me," she said.

From then on, for several months after that night, my sexual affairs were really controlled by her.

That night, we talked more and more, and the topics became more and more diverse. From school to society, from love between men and women to someone having an extramarital affair. Before I knew it, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly she asked me: "I have told you so much, do you know why?"

I thought about it, and mustered up the courage to say, "I think you like me a little bit."

I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at her. "Yes," she answered firmly, "I like you."

She looked at me lovingly: "Do you like me?"

"Yes." Of course I like her. I have been attracted to her since the first time I saw her. It's just that she has a boyfriend and is about to get married, and I am conservative in my thinking, so I haven't had any thoughts about it.

"Then why don't you say it? Why let me, a girl, say it first?" She was a little agitated. Yeah, why didn't I say it first? I feel a little regretful that as a man, I am not as good as a girl. I don't have that courage.

"I'm sorry, because you're already married, and it's only been a month, I didn't think about it..." It's not that I didn't think about it, but that I didn't dare to think about it.

"I just like you!" Her voice was a little choked, and her beautiful big eyes were filled with tears.

"But I will destroy your family." This is my concern. Although I like her, I hope she is happy more.

"No, I promise." She was a little anxious.