I was not sure if she understood what I meant, but it was too damn hard to resist, the skinny, soft, young body that was pushing against mine – in a warehouse. For one, I consider myself a labourer, still moving, stacking, counting inventory despite the ‘supervisor’ tag under my name. She had always complained that I felt ‘sticky’ whenever she brushed against my arm, and often made remarks at my thinning crown. Yet, the new hire, a young Chinese from Malaysia, never missed a chance to roast me whenever we interacted with each other.
I was the one who showed her the ropes, and the blindspots of all the CCTVs to in case of any workplace accidents, which even the tiniest bumps by heavy machineries can have huge implications. Turns out, she grew closer to me than I could have picked up (from her body language). While the rest of my staff, all uncle-age, teased her to my second daughter (er jie/ 二姐), she clearly had other ideas when we found ourselves alone during a stock-taking day.
（我认真问）‘你.. 要做什么.. 你知道我有老婆孩子hor?’
(I sternly asked, What do you want to do? You know I have a wife and child right?)
（小情无奈答复）‘知道啊。我不管。‘
(Xiao Qing answered dismissively, Yes I do. I don’t care.)
By then, she had already placed both my hands on her waist and she had her hands over my ears, pulling me into her tofu-soft lips that I have never felt anything similar. When her tongue touched my lips, my tongue popped out too, meeting hers in her mouth. Within seconds, my hands were running all over her back, as she wrapped her forearms across my neck, both of us pulling each other as close as possible.
The next thing I knew, she had spun her body around, tucked both my arms under her slightly-loose crop top, and pushed them right over her bra, that she easily snapped apart from between the cups. Those perky nipples felt cold, on those little mounds too small for my big hands. Her neck was still arched backwards so we were still kissing, and her fumbling hands at my zipper soon received some much needed help.
Once she had a grip of my manhood, she began hoisting up her calf-length skirt until her bare ass was pressed against my dick.
（我问）‘你没穿？‘
(I asked, You didn’t wear any panties?)
（小情问回）’穿来做什么？‘
(She answered, Why would I wear that for?)
Wet – was the only word I could think of when she pressed the tip of my dick downwards, aiming right for her pussy. I was abundantly lubricated as my hips inched back and forth at her rear, until we had to break our kissing up to contain the overwhelming fit of our nether region.
（小情回复）‘你也太大了.. ‘
(Xiao Qing mentioned, You’re too huge.. )
（我自信答）‘不然？’
(I confidently replied, How else?)
The first few seconds of me being inside her was enough to tell me that her body wasn’t ready for this. Not for my size, not for this.. awkward location. But that pair of hands grabbing on my wrists tightly also showed how she much wanted me to ‘try’ – and so I did.
The heavy-duty rack in the same corner had a tier perfectly aligned at hip-level. After moving some boxes around, I made a space for her to bend her over, and lifted one of her knees carefully to place it (on her skirt) on the table. With her other feet barely touching the ground, she was literally dangling from the table when I resumed the hip-thrusts, this time to more comforting, pleasurable moans from her. I could totally picture how my dick was splitting her vaginal walls apart with each inward stroke, as well as sense the excessive juices flooding the insides of her pussy with each pull.
Bodily fluids were soon leaking down her leg as I picked up my pace, ramming my loin into her tiny body at a rhythmic pace.
（我问）‘你还好吗？’
(I asked, Are you alright?)
（小情小声答）‘好.. 好爽.. 你不要跟我停.. ‘
(Xiao Qing whispered, It’s.. so right.. don’t you are stop.. )
As the seconds ticked away, my hormones were counting down too. But as a husband with a wife to please, ‘timing’ was deeply ingrained in me. I was just keeping pace and basking in the glory of my enlarging manhood tearing that petite newcomer apart, along with the orgasms she successfully suppressed verbally, but helpless against the tiny squirts ejecting from her pussy.
（我告知）‘小情.. 我快要射了.. 你ok吗？‘
(I warned, Xiao Qing.. I’m going to shoot soon. Are you ok?)
I think about 10 minute had past since we kissed? And all she could muster was an ok-sign to signal her gratification. Without hesitation, I slowly pulled away from her lifeless body and replaced her skirt. I was halfway doing up my pants when she finally descended from the desk, and stopped me mid-button.
（小情问）‘你不用射出来meh?’
(Xiao Qing asked, Don’t you need to shoot?)
（我答）‘不用啊。射不射不重要啦。你还好hor?’
(I replied, Nope. It’s not that important. But you are alright right?)
（小情叫住）‘等下！先不要穿！’
(Xiao Qing exclaimed, Wait! Don’t wear it yet!)
She squatted onto the floor and took my dick straight into her mouth, sucking it haphazardly for a few seconds before I had to nudge her away. Long story short, she had no idea how to give a blowjob, and did not want to disappoint me at the same time. Except, that there was no one to impress here – or there. Under her insistence, I taught her how to give me a handjob, at the same time touch herself so there would be ample juices/ lubrication to elevate my ‘experience’. In her defence, she did come up with the surprise hand-to-mouth swap during my ejaculation, before sealing the deal with her subsequent swallow of my load.
Once we were done with each other and with official work, it was just 3pm. Yet everyone else had long finished their tasks and left to enjoy the bonus half day off. Except for me, and Xiao Qing, who walked the grounds a last time, only to reach another surveillance blindspot – at the bottom of the staircase after the door leading up to the office.
This time, we did it naked, while standing, with the steps supporting the numerous positions she wanted to try,
（小情问）‘还有下一次吗？‘
(Xiao Qing asked, Is there a next time?)
（我答）‘你说呢？’
(I answered, What do you think?)
（小情信心说）‘当然啦！这么爽！我会保密的。谁都不能破坏我们的感情。’
(She replied confidently, Of course! It felt so good! I will keep it secret. No one can ruin our relationship.)