Chapter 1 — The Story with the Female Employee from the Client Company

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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It was a rare day off. This Sunday, more than any other, felt agonizingly far away—probably because of my plans with Sarah.

I quickly made the bed and got up.

Because I had a date with Sarah.

Sarah Park worked as an accounting clerk at a small private office—a shop owned by my senior colleague. She lived in her own apartment downtown, ate dinner after shifts with the other office workers, and often went out with friends after work.

She was slim, her figure slender, though her chest looked a bit underdeveloped.

Not particularly pretty, but not unpleasant to look at either.

I'd first met Sarah back in 1996.

Now, let me tell you what happened between us.

"... I might be a little late..."

As you all know, I work as a computer repair technician.

"Hey, hurry up! The computer's down and it's chaos over here!"

My senior kept pressing me to come quickly, but work didn't allow me to rush off so easily.

"Got it, I'll get there as fast as I can... Gotta go."

I hung up and hurried to finish my current job before heading to my senior's office.

His office was located on the outskirts of the city.

Two hours after the call, I finally arrived.

My senior wasn't there.

It was already past 6 p.m. The other employees had either left for the day or were out on fieldwork—I couldn't tell. Only Sarah remained, sitting alone in the empty office.

"Move over."

I took my place from Sarah, fiddling with the computer as I casually tossed out a few harmless jokes—nothing too bold, just the usual small talk.

Sarah urged me to hurry. She wanted to go home.

"What are you doing after work?" I asked.

"Going home, of course."

She answered quickly.

"Wanna grab dinner with me?"

I meant it as a throwaway line, nothing serious.

"I need to get home early."

"Right. Well then... I just thought it'd be awkward eating alone, so I asked. If you're busy, forget it."

This is gonna take a while...

The computer was sicker than I'd expected. I'd have to reinstall the entire system.

"Sarah...?"

"Yeah?"

"This'll take over two hours. What should we do?"

"I'll wait. Maybe the others will come back. Anyway."

As I reinstalled the software, Sarah and I chatted about this and that—small talk at first, then gradually deeper: where she was from, whether she had a boyfriend, and so on.

We grew noticeably closer.

Just as I was nearing the end of the repair, the office phone rang. Probably my senior.

Sarah answered briefly, then handed me the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, it's me."

I recognized my senior's voice.

"Where the hell did you go? I'm stuck here doing this alone..."

I let a little irritation slip into my voice—after all, he'd called me over and then vanished.

"Sorry... I had to go out with the staff. Things are taking longer than expected."

"Fine. I'll finish up and leave it for you."

I hung up and told Sarah my senior would be late. She said she already knew.

It wasn't until well past 8 p.m. that I finally finished.

"Sarah, all done. How about we grab something to eat?"

We went to a nearby restaurant, ate dinner, and talked—more than we ever had before.

Eventually, we decided, almost naturally, to head over to the nearby lake to hang out.

We lingered by the lake for a while. When I finally checked the time, it was past 11.

I pretended not to notice, fully absorbed in a game of word chain—and nearly winning.

As punishment, Sarah had to kiss me.

Of course, she didn't do it right away. And I didn't push her.

When it was nearly midnight, I drove Sarah toward the entertainment district below the lake.

Curious, I steered the car toward the nearest motel—just to test her.

As the car pulled in, Sarah simply said, "No," in a quiet voice. But she didn't resist. If I'd pulled her inside, she would've followed.

I turned the car around and left. (Sometimes it helps to look a little naive. Heh heh heh.)

We drove back to my senior's shop.

(It had started raining, there was nowhere nearby to grab a drink, so I suggested we go back to the office, have one last drink, and part ways.)

Sarah brought me a cup of coffee. I gulped it down and continued chatting with her.

She showed no sign of wanting to go home.

(Maybe she's into me now... Heh. Maybe I'm the one who's been seduced. Why else would we be alone together in an empty office at midnight?)

"The auntie from the next shop will think it's weird. Let's turn off the lights and close the shutters."

After chatting idly for about thirty minutes, we heard the voice of the middle-aged woman from the snack shop next door. I took the chance to suggest it.

"Okay. I'll close the shutters. You turn off the lights."

And just like that, Sarah calmly walked to the wall switch and flipped it down.

Now, we were completely isolated—just the two of us, sealed off from the outside world.

Except for the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the windows, we were surrounded by total darkness. (This is exactly why I lost control... Ke ke ke ke.)

"Let's do that kiss we postponed earlier..."

I shifted closer to Sarah, bringing up the debt from the lake. (In truth, I'd racked up about a hundred kisses during our word game. Heh heh heh.)

"How am I supposed to do a hundred?!" (So much fake innocence...)

Sarah pouted like it was some impossible task. But she wasn't really refusing—she just didn't want to make it easy.

After five minutes of coaxing, she finally leaned in, brushed her lips lightly against mine, then quickly pulled away.

"Come on, do all hundred quickly."

"How can I do a hundred? Just count it as one."

"Then either do all hundred like that, or give me one real, deep kiss."

I made the offer, already sure she'd agree.

"Hmm... (She thought for a long while) Fine. One deep one."

She accepted, of course. But not too quickly. (Women's coyness transcends time and space. Don't fall for it, folks.)

"Come here."

I guided her to sit beside me, wrapped my arm around her neck, and kissed her deeply.

At first, just a light touch of lips. Then I gently sucked her lower lip, slowly slipping my tongue between her teeth.

At first, she stayed still. Then, she met my tongue with hers.

After a while, it got uncomfortable—our necks ached, the position was awkward. (You know those standard three-person office sofas, right?)

"Sarah, come up here."

I pulled her onto my lap, facing me.

I kissed her lips again, and she, clearly aroused, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.

My hands moved toward her chest, groping gently over her clothes. Then I pulled her hips closer, pressing her against me.

Her pussy and my cock met, separated only by fabric.

I was wearing regular dress pants, but Sarah had on a long A-line skirt—underneath, just a single pair of panties.

As she leaned close, her knees lifted high, her skirt riding up, exposing the edge of her panties.

For her, the sensation must've been like pressing her bare pussy directly against my cock.

I lifted her top and began sucking her breasts. While I teased her chest with my mouth, I gripped her ass with both hands, pulling her toward me again and again, grinding my cock harder against her pussy.

She was already so turned on—she moved with me, matching my rhythm.

I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties, starting to caress her from behind. As I'd expected, she was already wet.

When my fingers reached her pussy, Sarah instinctively arched her back, pushing her hips back to give me better access, pulling her upper body closer to me.

I didn't touch her directly at first—just circled around her slit, teasing, enjoying the sensation. When I could feel her pussy quivering in my hand, already wide open, I finally slid one finger inside.

"Ah~~~ Mmm~~ Hah~"

"Mmm~~ Mmm~~"

She moaned continuously, then suddenly clamped her mouth over my finger and sucked it like she was devouring something delicious.

One finger inside her, my mouth on her breast, my other hand pulling down my pants... This was exhausting—but the most pleasurable labor I'd ever known.

I pulled out my hard cock and rubbed it against her pussy. Her moans grew louder.

I sucked her breast while my hand explored her wet folds, my cock rubbing against what I guessed was her clitoris.

"Haa~~ Haa~~ Mmm... Mmm... Uhnn... Hah!"

She kept moaning, her head thrown back, grinding her pussy against my cock as she raced toward climax all on her own.

I pushed her panties to the side, draping them over one hip—her pussy now fully exposed.

Even though she still wore panties, her sex was completely open, the fabric useless.

"Stop... What if someone comes... Stop! Move away!"

When I rubbed my cock against her exposed slit, Sarah flinched—then suddenly sat up and scrambled to the far end of the sofa.

Fuck... I'm so hard I could die, and she's playing games now?!

Every curse imaginable surged through me, but I couldn't say a word. Instead, I just moved closer and said softly:

"What's wrong...?"

I laid her back down on the sofa. (You think she resisted? No—she was already turned on beyond reason. She was just pretending. If I'd let her go, I'd be an idiot.)

I resumed caressing her, rekindling the fire that had briefly cooled.

She heated up again in no time.

"Ah~... Mmm~~... Haa..."

I started thrusting my fingers into her pussy. First one finger, then circling inside, teasing her inner walls, lightly scratching her clitoris from within. Then pinching it between my thumb and index finger—while keeping one finger deep inside.

After two or three minutes of this, she was clearly approaching orgasm.

"Ahh~~ Ah~~~ Mmm... Hah!"

"Spurt, spurt..."

She made different sounds from both her mouth and her pussy. Her screams were so loud they could've disturbed the whole neighborhood.

Luckily, the rain was pouring down—otherwise, the auntie from the snack shop might've come running.

I was both nervous and thrilled, worried the sounds might escape, yet excited by the danger.

So I kept going, pumping my fingers faster—like I was throwing rapid jabs in a boxing match.

(I'm pretty fast. Some might call it premature ejaculation. But I've learned that if I make her climax first through foreplay, then start, we both reach orgasm quickly. That's why I try to draw out the foreplay—so no one calls me a rabbit. Heh heh heh.)

"Uh~ Hah... Ah~~~... Uuuuuuu~~~..."

Sarah moaned violently, lifting her hips high, trembling all over. (By then, my hand was soaked in her juices, three fingers deep inside her, moving rapidly in and out.)

When she cried out "Aaaah!" and her hips shook intensely, I knew she'd come.

Inwardly, I felt a mix of satisfaction and disappointment. (Like finishing a boxing match too quickly. Heh.)

After she calmed down, I laid her flat and started caressing her again.

The moment I brought my lips close, she grabbed my tongue and sucked it hard—so hard I thought she might rip it out.

In that position, I pulled down my pants, aimed my cock at her pussy, and thrust straight in.

"Phhh... uukk..."

"Hah... It hurts... Mmm... Haa... Mmm..."

"Really? Does it really hurt?"

I feigned ignorance. Sarah just shook her head, lost in the sensation of my cock inside her.

I started moving slowly at first, then picked up pace—ten quick thrusts—then paused.

I looked at her. Her eyes were tightly shut, her arms wrapped around my neck like she was crushing me. She pressed her hips up hard, as if afraid my cock might slip out.

After one orgasm, she was already so sensitive—she was climbing toward another peak effortlessly.

I could feel my own climax approaching fast. (On average, I can't last more than five minutes once I'm inside. Yeah, premature. Lately, I've been practicing holding back. But with my wife? I always shoot and collapse. Sometimes she even scolds me: 'At least pay for dinner first.')

I thrust left, right, deep, shallow, then pressed down from above, stimulating her clitoris as I moved. Within a minute, I poured every trick I had into it—and warned her I was coming.

"I'm gonna cum... Hah... Hah... Hah..."

At that, Sarah gasped, breathing heavily, racing toward her own climax at high speed.

(From what I've noticed, when a woman knows a man is about to cum, she gets even more excited. Most of them do, at least.)

"Uh... uh... uh... uh... uh......"

"I'm cumming..."

I let go, roaring inside, emptying my load powerfully into her pussy.

Sarah shuddered, savoring the aftershocks.

We stayed locked in a kiss, basking in the afterglow, until I got up first, washed up at the bathroom sink, then brought toilet paper to wipe her pussy clean.