You Can't Fuck Me (Very Interesting Erotica) (Experience Story Adult Novel)

You can't fuck me (very interesting erotic story)

My name is Bai Xiang. I currently work as the head of the planning department in a corporate management consulting company. Due to the nature of my job, overtime work is common in my company.

The company I work for is an internal operation company, so except for the boss and a few sales staff, almost all the company members are female colleagues. My job scope is related to internal operations, so I have become a "green spot in a sea of ​​red" in the company. In addition, I have a height of 179 cm and a very popular appearance, so I am often favored by female colleagues in the company, which leads to my constant "romantic encounters".

It happened on a night when I was working overtime (another "overtime" plot, so, "overtime" does have many benefits. All hard-working office workers, next time you have to "work overtime", don't make excuses). It was about a "cross-industry alliance" case, so I specially asked my colleagues from the "Information Department" to stay and discuss it together.

To put it bluntly, its "Information Department" is just a "one-man-dominated" department that specializes in collecting Internet information, and the person in charge of this department is none other than Yilin, who is known as the flower of the company.

Yilin is 165 cm tall, with measurements of 35C (I guess).23.32 in even proportions, and waist-length black hair, an oval face and a pair of bright big eyes. When men see her, I believe they will feel a strange excitement both psychologically and physically, especially the two breasts hidden under her clothes. If they are men, they will definitely fantasize about seeing her two breasts being kneaded and deformed in their hands.

Of course; fantasy is fantasy, in fact I really kept her because of work needs (I really didn't have any improper fantasies at the time), but facing such a beautiful girl, of course I would work especially hard.

We discussed until about nine in the evening, when everyone in the company left (I remember they all gave me weird looks when they left). Only Zi Yilin and I were still discussing. The topic we were discussing had reached a bottleneck, and since we couldn't come to a conclusion, I suggested that we go home and think about it and discuss it tomorrow. Yilin seemed tired, so she nodded and agreed.

So after she and I sorted out our own documents, I suggested that we go out for dinner together. Since I always maintain a gentlemanly demeanor in the company, Yilin agreed without hesitation (at that time I really just wanted to have dinner with her). So, she and I ate something in a restaurant (no alcohol), and then I drove her home.

Because we suddenly thought of a good idea while eating, but due to the inconvenience of the venue, after I sent her home, she hesitated for a while before speaking:

"Would you like to come up so we can discuss the idea again?"

"Is this convenient...?" (I answered purely from her perspective at the time)

"It's okay, I live alone here."

(I’m worried that it might be weird if you live alone)

"But... you... can't do anything rash."

"Do you think I would do something promiscuous?" (I was actually a little angry at the time, because at least I had some status in the company. Although she made my heart beat, she was not enough to make me do anything "beastly")

Yilin suddenly smiled very "brightly" and said:

"I just believe you won't, that's why I invited you up to talk."

After hearing what she said, I no longer felt angry, but I felt like another kind of anger was rising.

(I can't...I really can't?)

So I followed Yilin to her place (on the sixth floor). After entering her room (she lived in a suite), she led me to sit on one side of the small coffee table, while he sat on the other side. She didn't take a shower or change into sexy clothes immediately after returning home, but discussed with me in her work clothes. I thought that this was quite different from the erotic plots I had seen, and there should be no point, so I started to discuss the matter seriously with her.

But before the discussion even started, she started by saying:

"Let's just talk about this, you can't just 'sit next to me'!"

"I know" (I replied unhappily)

Not long;

"Come and have a look." Yilin pointed at the screen on her laptop and asked me to come over and look. I didn't think about the restriction I had just made, so I leaned over to look at the information she wanted me to see. While I was looking at it and discussing it, I didn't realize that I was "sitting" with her and discussing it. When she realized it (I don't know when she realized it? I only knew when she realized it when she spoke...), she made another restriction:

"You can sit over here and discuss, but you can't 'lean next to me'!"

"Oh!" I answered her with a half-smile (please, I didn't think anything of it)

As the computer screen was turning, she and I were sitting closer and closer, and before we knew it, we were leaning against each other shoulder to shoulder. When she noticed it, she didn't say a word.

It's just that I really didn't notice it just now, but this time I really "noticed" it, because the faint fragrance emanating from her body has made my head a little dizzy, and she was wearing a V-neck shirt today, and looking down from the incision, I could see that her light pink bra was tightly wrapped around her two breasts that were about to burst out, and the gap created when she moved forward and backward made it possible to see her round breasts, and I almost forgot what I was going to discuss.

Not long after, she suddenly made another restriction:

"It's okay for you to come closer, but you can't put your hands on my shoulders!"

"Hmm!" I didn't know how to answer her anymore, so I just responded casually (this seemed to inspire my "next step").

So, in the next action, my right hand "intentionally" or unintentionally rested on her shoulder, and she seemed to "notice" it again. Again, she still didn't say a word, but I felt that her breathing had become a little rapid. With her breathing, the "gaps" in her breasts appeared more frequently, and I was more satisfied with my visual experience.

She has new constraints.