Beautiful Legs and Stockings Young Lady (Experience Story Adult Novel)

If it hadn't happened, I wouldn't have known that I also had a sexual desire. In everyone's eyes, I am calm and generous, friendly and elegant, have a good career, and have an honest husband. It is impossible for me to have an affair. However, it was that time, and after that time, that I realized that I had never experienced the joy of sex.

After graduating from college, I started a nine-to-five white-collar life. I was young and in good shape, and because of my taciturn temperament, I quickly became the focus of everyone at work. Gradually, the leader would always take me with him when he went out, saying that it was to allow me to familiarize myself with the cooperative unit as quickly as possible. In fact, I think it was because I was not talkative and would not tell anyone about his corruption, and his wife also trusted me.

Once I went with him to a well-known company, which was said to be one of the Fortune 500, but the quality of its leadership was actually very poor. They appear to be righteous on the surface, but in fact they are just scoundrels who can do anything shameless. While we were having dinner and drinking that day, my leader disappeared after a while. I thought he was discussing private matters with the company leader or went to another room, so I just dealt with the other people at the table and waited for him to come back. This has happened before. Sometimes when he was drunk, he would talk about what others had given him, or what projects they had allocated to him. But after a while, he was still not there, and the people at the table realized that I didn't understand. A vice president told me that he had something to do and wouldn't be back. I said no, and that if he was leaving he would tell me so I could go back first, so I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. The vice president asked, "Look who's missing?" After he said that, I noticed that two very beautiful women at the table were missing, and the one who was blushing at the time. Later, someone told me that I was so shy at that time that I was particularly attractive to these veterans in the world of romance.

They arranged a driver to take me back to the hotel, and the vice president also arranged for another person to buy some fruit, saying that it would be delivered to my room later. I declined, saying that I had already eaten and did not want to eat any more fruit in the evening and wanted to rest. When I returned to the room, I thought my boss wouldn't arrange anything for me, and maybe he wouldn't come back tonight. Who knows when I would start work tomorrow? I could sleep in, so I relaxed, took a shower, and leaned on the bed to watch TV.

At this time, my cell phone rang. It turned out that the vice president had arranged for someone to buy some fruit and said that someone would deliver it to me outside the door, and asked me to pay special attention to Guo Lan's greeting card. I quickly opened the door, took the fruit, and found a small heart-shaped greeting card with a note on it that read: "You lowered your head in embarrassment, which stirred up the memories of youth in your heart. Can we relive the passion of youth tonight?" I threw it on the ground in anger. To be honest, I used to admire the vice president for his handsome appearance and fluent English, but this kind of note makes me angry. Who does he think I am? I wanted to tell my husband about it on the phone, but once the call was connected, I couldn't say anything. I just greeted him on the phone. We had just gotten married at that time, so I said some sweet words between a young couple. Then I hung up the phone and didn't want to answer any more calls. I had some scenes with my husband in my dream. When I woke up, I found that the middle of my underwear was a little wet. I felt so embarrassed.

In the following days, the vice president pretended as if nothing had happened, but he would occasionally take extra care of me and arrange for someone to deliver fruits every day. About a week passed like this, and I slowly began to wonder if I had made a mistake. After all, he was a returnee from overseas, he looked very handsome, and I didn't feel annoyed at all. After work, we arranged two days of travel to a hot spring resort in the suburbs of their local area. We stayed overnight in the resort, with one person in one small courtyard, which was very romantic. Everyone drank and sang until very late in the evening. I didn't like the ambiguous behavior in the private room, so I went to the swimming pool. As I was not prepared, I did not bring a swimsuit. When I got there, I saw that all the swimsuits in the villa were three-point swimsuits, so I was a little hesitant. The waiter said that there were almost no people who came here to swim, and it was very late, so no one would come. So I picked out a relatively conservative pink three-point swimsuit and put it on. After getting into the water I realized I had made the wrong choice. The pink color would turn into a bright rose red in the water. The surrounding water vapor, coupled with her snow-white skin, gave me an unclear impulse. Fortunately, I was the only one there, but I didn't dare to move. I'm sorry to explain that my bra was a D cup at the time, but really, I've only ever had one man, my husband, and he's not the kind of man who would massage breasts. When I was in college, I often didn't dare to push my chest out because of my big breasts. Anyone who has bought a bikini knows that bikinis don’t have large cups, let alone a D cup, or even a C cup. So when you put them on, your breasts are squeezed together, and your cleavage looks very deep. Your breasts appear fuller and whiter at the edge of the bright red cup, which only covers a little bit above your nipples, with the rest completely exposed. So I didn't dare to stretch my arms and had to fold my arms and immerse myself in the water. But I've gotten used to it. After a while, my body became warm in the hot spring. There was no one around, so I relaxed, closed my eyes, leaned my head on the pillow by the pool, and then I lay lightly on the bed. After soaking, I felt my pores relaxed and I felt warm, so I came out, changed my clothes, and returned to my own courtyard to rest.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a bottle of red wine on the table, and an exquisite hotel card, which said that it was best to drink some red wine after hot spring treatment, which would help make the skin shiny and rosy. Which woman doesn't want to be more beautiful? So she changed into pajamas, poured a glass of wine and sipped it. Her body slowly warmed up, so she poured another glass, took off her shoes, sat on the edge of the bed with one leg raised, and looked at her white toes dimly. Under the soft light, her calves were smooth and round, and her toes were delicate and exquisite. She felt like a woman waiting for love. So I called my husband and posed in some positions. My husband was very excited and kept asking me to come back quickly, saying that he would satisfy me when he got back. I don’t know if it was because I was too excited or because I had drunk too much, but I fell asleep in a daze without a blanket and felt heavy headed.

I felt my body was hot and my legs were wet in my dream. I thought I was dreaming about my husband again, so I didn’t open my eyes. Maybe I didn’t want to wake up. But after a while I felt something was wrong. My lower body seemed to feel very swollen and full, and the worst thing was that my breasts were swollen. I am usually afraid of my husband playing with my breasts because they are too sensitive. My husband's sucking on them a few times will make me wet. So in a daze, without opening my eyes, I wanted to rub my swollen breasts with my hands to soften them so that I could sleep better. Oh my god! My hand touched another hand, a man's big hand! I was startled and wanted to get up, but I couldn't. It turned out that my body was pressed down heavily, my breasts were being rubbed by two big hands, and a real cock was indeed inserted into my lower body! I saw a fairly handsome man's face. There was some surprise and apology on his face, but he immediately became gentle. He touched my face with his hand, blew gently into my ear and said, "Baby, I'm sorry! But I really like you and don't mean to offend you." He had never spoken so softly before, and he was always very firm in arranging things for others. Before I could react, he stroked my vagina with his thick penis and whispered in my ear, "I didn't expect that you look so pure and quiet, but I just rubbed your beautiful big breasts a few times and you could make so much water flow." As he said that, he used his other hand to pinch my pink nipples on that big breast. I knew I couldn't resist, my pussy clamped down on his cock still inserted inside me, my body betrayed me. "This is the first time I've seen such charming breasts, and you're so sensitive. Don't be angry, baby. I played with it again, and you actually had an orgasm in your dream." As he said that, he turned my face and his sexy lips covered my lips that were tightly pursed when I was still shy. His tongue was like a little snake, making my whole body itchy. My body, which was unfamiliar with sex, betrayed me again. I felt my body under him twisting slightly, getting hot, being controlled, and trembling. . . . . . Perhaps it was my strong restraint that stimulated him. I could clearly feel the fullness of my vagina and the size of my penis getting bigger. The glans was exploring like a flexible little mouth. "Ah~~~~Um~~~~~~~~~~" I couldn't control myself. I made a sound, a sound of making love, a sound of satisfaction from a man's collision, a sound of encouraging a man to attack. I wanted to cover my mouth and nose, but my arms were so heavy that I couldn't lift them. Instead, I slid towards the man's thigh that was pressed against my skin. It was hairy, firm, and sexy. The conquest of a man's power made me desire and feel uncomfortable. My body was heaving, my thoughts were in confusion, and my breathing was intense. . . . . .

"Ah!--" A scream made me shut up immediately. He held my nipple in his mouth, and his other hand was pulling the nipple that was swollen and hard in the morning. His tongue was really good at sucking milk. My two plump breasts swelled up, and I couldn't control my body. My waist and back were arched upwards, as if telling the man on me that it was delicious and I wanted the man to soften my swollen and hard breasts. He also noticed the change in me and became more showy. This bad man drives me crazy. Although my husband loves me very much, he has never given me this kind of happiness in bed. In my mind, I wanted it to be over quickly, I couldn't do this, it wasn't good, but my body was shamelessly catering to him, wanting to be possessed by a man whose penis was two times thicker than my husband's. What's wrong with me? Maybe my reaction was too strong and my pussy clamped it too tightly. I felt his body leap up like a leopard. He quickly lifted my legs with his hands and rammed his penis into my vagina fiercely. Each stroke was so powerful, the concentration my husband had never experienced before. Even the two eggs in his scrotum were so domineering that they made my labia tremble. I was completely depraved and longed to be fucked by a man. Because each of his thrusts was so powerful, and the two huge breasts were shaking so violently, he hit me from below, shouting, "Ah~~~Oh~~~~Oh~~~~~~Big tits~~sister, this~~~This is not okay, um~~~~~~~, your breasts made me make a mistake, baby!"

"I~~~~~~ um~~~~~~~~ um~ I~~~~~ it's not me."

"Hurry up, hurry up, baby, stop letting your big tits shake, I can't hold it anymore"

I also felt the thickness of his penis, but women all know that at this moment women want it, they want men to hit them deepest. My body is completely out of my control. Normally, when I have sex with my husband, I don't twist my body like this. My husband always says that I am too conservative. But now, my waist and hips are twisting like a beautiful snake seducing a man. The sheets under me have been twisted into a mess. I want to control my butt and make it stop, but my body can't do it. I feel my butt twitching and actively cater to its impact. I am so embarrassed that I pulled the pillowcase to cover my face.

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