A barbecue tour organized by the company during the summer vacation (experience story adult novel)

Mrs. Lin always felt a little depressed during the summer vacation, especially since Mr. Lin often worked overtime recently. Every night after work, she was alone at home, taking care of the children out of boredom, and her mood was always very low. The summer vacation is finally over, and this weekend, Mr. Lin’s company held an outing for employees and their families. Mrs. Lin and her two children also participated, and she felt more cheerful.

Early on Saturday morning, Mr. Lin's colleagues from the same department gathered at their home, making it very crowded and noisy, with people, vehicles and equipment being allocated clamorously. After everything was arranged, they went downstairs and got into the car, ready to set off. Mrs. Lin went down to the gate and got into her husband's car. Everyone roared and set off in a mighty procession.

The route they chose was the Tamsui-Jinhai Coastal Highway. Along the way, it was truly what is meant by: "The weather was fine, the birds were singing, the flowers were fragrant, the sky was blue and the clouds were colorful, there was a constant stream of traffic, and it was overcrowded with people, unable to move forward or backward, unable to move forward, people falling one after another, the pain was unbearable, what more could be said" (This sentence is really powerful, and it looks sharp and fluent even without the acne mark. Li Yun suggested to take a closer look at it). After great difficulty, they arrived at the Jinshan Youth Activity Center before noon.

Everyone got off the bus and stretched their muscles. Then they divided into groups to receive vegetables, meat, sauces, pots, pans, charcoal stoves and nets. They walked into the windbreak forest in groups of three or five and started to light fires and build stoves.

The Lin family and the general manager's family were assigned to the same group. The general manager's wife had started to gain a little weight in middle age, but she was still pretty and full of femininity. She has a pair of twin sons, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who just finished the joint college entrance examination this year. The boys look very energetic. There were two unmarried female employees in the same group, one was an accountant and the other was the general manager's secretary. The secretary also brought her boyfriend along, so

The whole group was quite lively.

As soon as the general manager arrived, he was busy greeting the groups, so Mr. Lin was responsible for starting the fire. The twin brothers were helping out by adding charcoal and spreading the meat, the secretary and her boyfriend were playing with the two children of the Lin family, and the rest of the ladies were squatting around the stove, chattering, but were unable to help much.

"Thank you for your help, Manager Lin," said the general manager's wife.

"No, Mrs. Weng," said Mr. Lin.

"Mrs. Weng," Mrs. Lin asked, "Your two handsome guys look exactly the same. How can you tell who is the older brother and who is the younger brother?" When the two brothers heard people talking about them, the one wearing a baseball cap lowered his head and smeared sauce on the meat slices and skewers, while the one without a cap looked at Mrs. Lin with a smile.

Mrs. Weng chuckled and said, "To be honest, I can't tell them apart sometimes. Anyway, the naughty one is the eldest, Bowen, and the shy one is the second, Zhongwen."

The secretary was joking with the Lin family's children and tickling them. The two little kids quickly hid behind their mother. Mrs. Lin was sitting on a low stool and was pulled by them unexpectedly. She lost her balance a little, but it was obvious that she had a very good temper. She let them hug her without any scolding. Mrs. Lin was wearing a soft cotton casual skirt and was sitting very low, just opposite Zhongwen. Zhongwen's heart suddenly started beating wildly, because there was a clever perspective hidden in the hem of Mrs. Lin's skirt. Although her knees were closed, as long as she moved her feet and changed position, he could see a very deep secret place. The intersection of her legs was bulging, and although the light and shadow were blurry and not very clear, it was full of temptation.

After looking at Mrs. Lin, Zhongwen felt an exciting and embarrassing pressure in his chest. There was a strange hard thing in his pants. He became uneasy and his eyes were still staring at places he shouldn't be looking at. Bowen came over and cursed in a low voice, "What are you doing?" Zhongwen didn't say a word and continued to do his work with a red face. Suddenly Mrs. Lin stood up, picked up two buckets and walked away. Zhongwen was a little disappointed, but also temporarily relieved.

Mrs. Lin looked around as she walked. After walking a few dozen steps, she heard someone behind her ask, "Mrs. Lin, what are you looking for?"

"Ah, Mr. Weng," Mrs. Lin turned around and saw that it was the general manager, "I want to get some water, but I don't know where it is."

"Water?" The general manager also looked around: "Ah, there seems to be some..."

A dozen meters away, in the weeds at the edge of the forest, there was a cement pillar with a faucet attached.

"Yes," Mrs. Lin said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Are you alone? Let me help you." said the general manager, taking the bucket from her hand.

They walked to the concrete pillar. Mrs. Lin bent down and turned the faucet. All she heard was a humming sound. The sound was loud, but not a drop of water came out. Both of them couldn't help but find it funny. The general manager turned around and looked around again, and said, "Oh, there's another switch over there." Mrs. Lin looked in the direction where she saw another identical concrete pillar not far away, but there was only weeds growing between it and the current one. She frowned, and saw that the general manager had already walked past, kicking the grass. She quickly grabbed the bucket and followed him.

In a few steps, the grass grew to her knees, and later to shoulder height. She took each step cautiously. The grass was shorter near the concrete pillar, so she quickly half-jumped over. The general manager turned the faucet, and a "gurgling" sound of water was heard. This time there was water.

"Ah..." Mrs. Lin suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The general manager turned his head and saw Mrs. Lin bending over, bending her right knee, and slapping her inner thigh with her left palm. When she let go, she saw a big, blood-red ant biting the inside of her thigh.

A red and swollen spot immediately appeared on her fair and delicate skin. Mrs. Lin felt so painful and itchy that she could hardly stand. The general manager quickly turned off the faucet, turned over the bucket, asked her to sit down, and squatted in front of her to help her check the place where she was bitten.

Mrs. Lin pressed her hands tightly against her thighs, her face looking sour. The general manager enthusiastically took her hand. It was soft and tender as if it had no bones. The general manager was distracted for a moment. He swallowed and said, "Take your hand away. Let me take a look." Mrs. Lin's hand was held by the general manager. She had no choice but to take it away. The general manager looked at the small red and swollen bump and gently picked it with his fingers.

"Hmm... um..." Mrs. Lin frowned.

"Does it hurt?" The general manager looked at her thigh intently.

"Hmm," Mrs. Lin said, "It hurts... and it itches..."

"Let me rub it for you." Without waiting for Mrs. Lin to express his opinion, General Manager Weng began to rub and pinch the lump with his thumb and index finger. Mrs. Lin felt comfortable and sad at the same time, and couldn't help humming softly. The general manager felt a unique feeling when hearing Mrs. Lin's sweet voice. Mrs. Lin moaned "Hmm, Hmm, Oh". The general manager was so close to her that he could smell her mature woman's fragrance. Suddenly, a hot current ignited in his lower abdomen and rushed upward to his heart. His heart beat fast and then rushed down to his groin. His lower body could not hold back and became hard.

He continued to press and twist her swollen mound, then forced a small drop of clear liquid out of the tip.

"Ouch, ah, ah..." Mrs. Lin cried out in pain and grabbed the general manager's shoulders with both hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The general manager apologized quickly when he realized he had hurt her.

He changed his approach and used his index and middle fingers to gently stroke the lump, and Mrs. Lin felt much better. This girl's skin is well-maintained, delicate and smooth. Mrs. Lin did not care about her elegant appearance when she sat on the bucket because the incident happened suddenly. Her two pink legs were spread wide open. Although she pushed down the hem of her skirt to keep it secret and prevent espionage, the damn ant sting was located very high, and the place where the general manager was touching was actually very close to the military fortress.

The general manager lowered his head with sweat on his forehead. While touching with his right hand, he secretly flattened his palm and spread his little finger to increase the contact area between his finger and Mrs. Lin's leg flesh. It was soft, white and tender. My God, how could this woman have such good texture? The tip of his little finger secretly stretched towards the hem of his skirt. The further he walked, the more stuffy and hot he felt. He was probably on the verge of death. He accidentally pressed the tip of his little finger on a soft and elastic piece of land (don't ask Li Yun what kind of land this is... otherwise she will be angry). The general manager was shocked and thought, oh no, she must be angry.

He looked up at her and their eyes met. Mrs. Lin's face was red, but she didn't look angry. The general manager became bolder. He didn't retract his little finger, but simply moved his ring finger over. Well, the plump feeling was more obvious.

Mrs. Lin's eyes were changing between confusion and surprise, but she never showed any intention of refusing. Her eyelids drooped and narrowed, her chest felt depressed, and her whole body was hot and restless. "Are you feeling better?" the general manager tried to find a topic.

"Hmm," Mrs. Lin also pretended not to know about the finger and said, "It hurts less now, but it's itchy."

"Oh?" The general manager then exerted force on his hands, rubbing around the lump, and naturally his ring finger and middle finger were also moving in the valley. He slowly realized that his fingers could already distinguish the cracks in the meat patty, and the cloth wrapped around the meat patty was getting wet little by little.

"Is it still itchy?" he asked without stopping his hands.

"Hmm...it's itchy!" said Mrs. Lin.

"What should I do..." He pondered for a moment, and suddenly an idea occurred to him: "Oh, we learned when we were Boy Scouts that if we are bitten by ants, we can use ammonia to neutralize the formic acid."

"Hehe," Mrs. Lin laughed, "You were a Boy Scout?"

There was really no way to associate a man in his 50s with a Boy Scout. The general manager was embarrassed and could not respond. After a long while, he continued, "If there is no ammonia, peeing will do. By the way, do you have any urine?"

Of course Mrs. Lin didn't pee. Her cheeks turned red and she shook her head.

"That's going to get more painful," the old scout said, still pressing and drilling his fingers into the fluffy meat pie.

"What should we do?" Mrs. Lin half closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.

The general manager said helplessly: "There is no other way, emergency response, just use my urine."

As he spoke, he knelt down, straightened his back, pulled up the legs of his shorts, rummaged around, and pulled out a pitch-black "thing" with a rough, uneven surface and a shiny, round head that kept nodding and jumping, with a crystal teardrop at the end of its single eye. As soon as he had it in his hand, he leaned the front half against Mrs. Lin's legs. Mrs. Lin immediately felt a hot impulse spreading rapidly from the point of contact on the inside of her thigh. She felt a little dizzy, and the hands that were holding his shoulders slipped away, and she hugged him softly, her face resting on his shoulder, sighing.

The general manager was no fool. He held the things in his right hand and put his left hand around her waist. He pulled her waist tightly with his chest pressed against hers. Mrs. Lin let out a "hmm". Although she couldn't see, she knew that the general manager was... rubbing the inside of her thighs. His weird hands were always so annoying. Even though he was very busy, he could still use his little finger and ring finger to continue teasing the increasingly wet area on her lower body.

"You... um..." Mrs. Lin put her chin against his face and said, "Did you pee?"

"Hmm..." the general manager said, "I can't pee either, but I just left a little water droplet on it, so it might be of some use!"

"But did you happen to apply it?" asked Mrs. Lin.

"Otherwise you can hold it for me." said the general manager.

"Is that so..." Mrs. Lin hesitated for a moment: "Is that okay?"

"It's okay!" The two adults were playing a childish and hypocritical game of house. In Li Yun's experience, childishness and hypocrisy are necessary and unavoidable when teasing each other secretly.

The general manager took Mrs. Lin's hand and reached down to her lower body. Mrs. Lin timidly grasped it. Oh, it was indeed long and hard, and hot. She gently stroked it twice, then suddenly let go and said, "I don't want it anymore..."

How could the general manager refuse to give it up? He quickly said, "No, no, this won't work. Hurry up and rub it a few more times. Be good and listen..." Mrs. Lin really listened. She lifted it up again and asked, "Then... what should I do?"

"Well," the general manager began to lower his head and kiss her cheeks and chin: "See where you feel the most itchy, and apply it there..."

Mrs. Lin shook the general manager's thing and pressed it against the lump caused by the ant bite. The general manager was free now, so he simply took hold of her entire lower part and gently stroked it up and down. So the landscape was very interesting. Mrs. Lin sat on an overturned bucket with her legs spread wide open. The general manager knelt in front of her, and they were hugging each other with almost no space between them. However, one of their hands was missing, and both of them were seen twitching and trembling slightly. ．

Maybe Mrs. Lin remembered that the general manager asked her to apply it wherever she felt itchy, or for some other reason, the thing in her hand deviated from its course and moved quietly towards the base of her legs. Although it was very slow, it still reached the base. So before long, the general manager felt the tip of his penis hit a piece of thin and soft cloth. He even wondered if he heard a "gurgling" sound, because he immediately felt a large amount of liquid oozing out of the cloth, making the front end extremely sticky.

"Hurry up and bring it back," the general manager said, "You peed, hurry up and apply it back..."

Although he said this, his lower body repeatedly hit Mrs. Lin's honey pot. Mrs. Lin naturally didn't want to take it back, and just responded with "hmmmm" randomly.

The general manager put his thing under Mrs. Lin, but one of his hands didn't leave and touched the small protruding part of Mrs. Lin. Mrs. Lin couldn't help but shiver. The general manager pinched and rubbed it through the bottom fabric of her panties. Mrs. Lin finally couldn't bear it anymore. Her eyes rolled back, her juices gushed out, and she had an orgasm. Don't ask why you came here once, otherwise Li Yun will really...><, if you don't understand, go ask AD, Xiaohouzi, Sitakou, and USC, I believe there will be a satisfactory answer.

"Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm..." Mrs. Lin panted.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the general manager.

Mrs. Lin refused to answer his question, but just begged, "You... your hand... please move away..."

"Hmm... go away?" The general manager said, "Okay!"

He really moved his hand away, but at the same time, he still pinched the bottom fabric of Mrs. Lin's panties with his index finger and thumb. In other words, he had already torn her panties open, and naturally, the tip of his finger would invade her slit, and her slit was so wet that the general manager didn't even need to use force. With a light touch, he was able to stretch open the petals and half-bury the tip inside.

"Oh..." Mrs. Lin rolled her eyes, but still pretended: "It's... it's ok... I... my wound doesn't itch anymore..."

"Really?" The general manager was very principled: "Let me check it out."

The method the general manager confirmed was to push his butt forward. About one-third of it was helplessly swallowed by Mrs. Lin's trap. The general manager pulled back and pushed it forward again. This time with a "swish" sound, one-third more went in.

"Oh...oh...good brother...ah...so deep...so deep...um..." Mrs. Lin raised her face and could no longer continue the show.

"Uh oh..." The general manager also sighed, "Oh my god, you're so tight!"

Now that the masks have been taken off, the two no longer need to pretend and they kiss each other mouth to mouth, entwining their necks, preparing for close combat. The general manager put one hand around Mrs. Lin's buttocks and held her panties with the other hand. He began to slowly pull out and thrust in. Mrs. Lin's body was contracting and trembling. After several rounds, the general manager finally inserted his entire penis into Mrs. Lin's body.

"Oh... Mr.... Mr. General Manager... You... Ah... What kind of monster is this... Ah... It's so long... It goes so deep..."

"Do you like it? Is it still itchy? Do you want me to help you treat it?" the general manager asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mrs. Lin said repeatedly, "It's so itchy... I'm still so itchy... Come on... Come on, heal my sister... Ah... Hmm..."

The general manager could not bear Mrs. Lin's urging, so he quickly swung his thick waist, which made Mrs. Lin's eyes become seductive and her lips pout. He put his face close to her smooth red lips, biting and nibbling them. Mrs. Lin stuck out her tongue and mixed it with his. The general manager took a few deep breaths and moved harder below.

"Hmm... Hmm..." The two of them had no time to talk, their emotions were high: "Ah... Ah... Faster... Harder..."

Suddenly, someone was walking along the path in the distance, laughing. Although the general manager heard it, he was in high spirits and didn't want to stop, so he continued moving. Mrs. Lin didn't want him to give up halfway, so she raised her legs to clamp his hips, buried her head in his arms, and tried to suppress the moaning from her mouth. "Try to keep the noises down as much as possible." It seems that people who have experienced this kind of situation have all experienced it. It sounds like there are several people talking. Why are they gathered there and talking instead of leaving?

The two of them were worried and happy at the same time, and they were going crazy, especially Mrs. Lin, who was partying so hard that her skirt was wet. The general manager was still pressing her and didn't let up, as if he was playing in the World Cup. Her waist suddenly spasmed, her whole body was numb, her face was raised, her mouth was pursed, but she couldn't make a sound, her arms were locked, her buttocks were pulled in... and it happened again.

"Hmm... um..." She gritted her teeth to avoid screaming.

Those people didn't leave yet. The general manager was working hard. Mrs. Lin could only gasp "Huff...Huff..." and try her best to kiss the general manager's face wildly to vent her physical pleasure.

Suddenly, the voices came much closer. They were both startled, panicked and at a loss. The general manager had to pull it out hastily. It was indeed as strong as ever, and full of vigor and spirit. Mrs. Lin had no time to appreciate and praise it. She just turned around and squatted with her back to the outside with the general manager. The two of them pretended to rummage through the two buckets to cover up the extremely erotic situation a moment ago.

Because of the long grass, those people didn't seem to notice the two of them, and the sounds of footsteps and conversation became farther and farther away. The general manager and Mrs. Lin turned around and saw that they had disappeared. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"How embarrassing..." said Mrs. Lin.

"It's exciting, right?" said the general manager.

"But...but it feels very strange..." Mrs. Lin said with a shy smile.

"What's strange?"

"Oh... doing this kind of thing with someone I know... is so embarrassing..." Mrs. Lin blushed.

"Oh..." the general manager asked, "Does Mrs. Lin usually do this with strangers?"

"Ah! You are talking nonsense..." Mrs. Lin hit him unwillingly: "You are bullying me..."

The general manager laughed, hugged her, and they both rolled on the ground.

"Good sister, I'm not well yet." The general manager said, kissing her cheek.

"I don't want to pay attention to you..." Mrs. Lin pretended to get up.

The general manager stretched out his hands to tickle her body, making her giggle. How could she stand up? The general manager even touched her skirt and pulled her panties. She covered herself from front and back, and the general manager became even more impatient and his actions became rough. Mrs. Lin was afraid that he might accidentally tear his underwear, so she obediently let him take it off.

"Hmm..." The general manager held up the panties and asked, "Why are you wearing a little girl's panties with floral patterns?"

"What do you care about me?" Mrs. Lin said with a face.

"I don't care about you..." The general manager pressed her down on the grass again and whispered, "I want more...

Mrs. Lin closed her eyes, a smile on her lips, and said nothing more. The general manager didn’t take the bad thing back. He lifted Mrs. Lin’s feet and placed them on his shoulders. He adjusted the position and easily squeezed it in… The slit immediately spit out a large pool of slippery and crystal clear water stains. The general manager pushed it along. This time, there was no need to divide it into sections. He pushed it all the way to the bottom in one breath and pushed it in… Mrs. Lin sighed and felt sore all the way to her heart…

"Ah...ah...comfortable...comfortable...so comfortable..." Mrs. Lin made such sounds unconsciously...

Mrs. Lin thrust her buttocks forward and shook violently. The general manager felt like he was sailing in a stormy sea and was a little dizzy from her movements. He took a few quick breaths to steady his rhythm so as not to let his mood dance with Mrs. Lin and lose control of himself.

"Wow...you are really...different..." the general manager said with emotion.

"Ah...ah...coming..." Mrs. Lin didn't care what he said and continued to fiddle with him in a lewd way: "I'm coming...ah...I'm going to die...ah...ah...God...ah...ah...all the time...ah...ah..."

This time she had a continuous orgasm, her lower body was tightly contracted, and the general manager felt it deeply during the thrusting. He wanted to hold back but couldn't, and saw that he had no choice but to pay the price.

"Oh..." the general manager breathed out with satisfaction.

"Tsk...tsk..." Mrs. Lin was still greedily sucking on his tip, sucking it clean.

"Oh..." The general manager looked down at her and said, "You are such a lovely girl."

"Brother is so strong, um, he's not completely soft even after he ejaculated, um..." Mrs. Lin said vaguely with something in her mouth.

The general manager deliberately put it in her little mouth and twitched it, then turned over and sat on the grass. Sure enough, although it had become a little softer, it still maintained a considerable hardness. "Ah, it's always like this for me," the general manager said. "It takes a while for my penis to soften after I ejaculate. My wife and I often take advantage of this time to have a hundred or so more thrusts."

"Really?" Mrs. Lin squinted at him.

The general manager could see what she was thinking, so he pulled her hand and said, "If you don't believe me, try it!" Mrs. Lin did not object, so the general manager turned her over and made her kneel on the ground. Mrs. Lin pulled a bucket against her chest and raised her hips. The general manager lifted her skirt, exposing her round buttocks, which were pink, tender and charming. The general manager had been affectionate with her for a long time, and now he saw her naked body, and the tip of his penis moved slightly again.

The general manager half-knelt behind Mrs. Lin, and with his right hand, he pinched and lifted up the shaking male self-esteem, and found Mrs. Lin's nest. Mrs. Lin's intense passion just now had faded, and her lips had regained their elasticity and softness, not to mention it was wet. Although the general manager's stick was not very hard after the encounter, it was easy to insert the front end. With a slight thrust, it went in twice, and there was nothing left.

"Oh...that's great..." Mrs. Lin snorted.

"How is it?" asked the general manager.

"I surrender... You are so good... Oh... You can still do this after I ejaculated... Um..." Mrs. Lin begged for mercy.

"You can't surrender," the general manager said, holding her tightly, "you still have to have a good meal."

"Ah...ah...oh...I feel so good..." Mrs. Lin shouted in a low voice.

While they were joking, the voice that had just gone away came back again as if to cause trouble. The two of them quickly lay down, the general manager holding down Mrs. Lin and watching with a vigilant look. After those people passed by and walked away, they looked at each other again and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The general manager's "little brother" really softened this time, becoming flaccid and shrunken, and was squeezed and pushed away by Mrs. Lin's vaginal muscles, and finally slipped out of the vagina, unable to exert any strength anymore.

"Eh...it's getting soft," Mrs. Lin said deliberately, "Ah, what should I do? I'm really miserable!"

The general manager bit Mrs. Lin's cheek and said with a smile, "Don't let me come back hard, or you'll have to remarry."

"Okay, I'll wait for you, don't be a slacker!" Mrs. Lin was not afraid at all.

The two of them straightened their clothes. Mrs. Lin did not ask the general manager to return her underwear. She left her buttocks bare, picked up the bucket, and turned on the faucet to get water.

"My clothes and skirts are all dirty..." Mrs. Lin grumbled.

"Then wash it!" said the general manager.

"How do we wash it?" Mrs. Lin asked. She thought the Boy Scouts would always have a good method.

"Wash like this..." The general manager scooped up the water in the bucket and poured it on Mrs. Lin.

"Ah..." Mrs. Lin's skirt was wet.