Falling in love with mature women in stockings, starting the pinnacle of life.

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Three years ago, I was watching a movie on my computer when my QQ account, which had been running continuously, suddenly started flashing. I clicked on it and saw that someone wanted to add me as a friend. Without thinking, I accepted. After all, I was just a poor, ugly, and tall guy, so I didn't have any reservations. After the friend request was accepted, I didn't pay any more attention and continued watching my movie. But a little while later, it beeped. I opened QQ and saw that it was my new friend who had sent a message: "Hello."

I then checked her profile and learned that she was a woman 20 years older than me. I jokingly replied, "Hello, Auntie."

To my surprise, she immediately replied with an angry emoji: "[What, you think I'm too old and don't want to chat with me?]"

I thought to myself, I'm a cultured person, how can I not have some gentlemanly manners? I quickly sent a message with an apology and a pleading emoji.

She didn't dwell on it anymore, and we started chatting.

Through our back-and-forth QQ messages, I told her my name was Ashui, I was 23 years old, a recent college graduate, and hadn't found a job yet, so I was temporarily living off my parents.

She told me her name was Shuling, she was 43 years old, and had a very wealthy husband. However, because she hadn't gotten pregnant after more than ten years of marriage, her husband and his family didn't like her much, and her husband always found excuses not to come home. She was left alone in their large house every day. Recently, her husband had met a young model and was threatening to divorce her.

When we talked about her husband wanting a divorce, she sent a sighing emoji.

I replied: [Are you reluctant to let him go?]

[It's not that I'm reluctant, it's that I'm unwilling to accept it.]

I replied with a comforting emoji.

[Let's not talk about my sad stories, let's talk about yourself. You're so old, do you have a girlfriend?]

[No, I didn't have one before.]

[Then why didn't you cherish her before?]

[It wasn't that I didn't cherish her. It was that she didn't want me, she thought I was poor and had no future.]

[Hmm, is that so? I thought you were a womanizer.] [

What a womanizer! You need to have the means to be a womanizer. I'm broke and ugly, how can I be a womanizer?]

[How ugly are you? Can you send me a picture?]

[Um, I'm too ugly, so I don't like taking pictures. I don't have any to send you.]

[Hehe, even the ugliest person has to have some looks.]

[I'm so ugly that I'd affect the city's appearance if I went out.]

[Hehe, you're so funny.]

I checked the time; we'd been chatting until late at night without realizing it. So I sent her a message: [It's late, I want to sleep.]

She replied: [Okay, goodnight] with a kissing emoji.

I didn't think much of it, so I turned off my computer and went to sleep.

For the next few days, we chatted like this. Each time, she would send a greeting message first, and I would send: [It's late, I want to sleep.] Then she would reply with a [Goodnight] message with a kissing emoji.

Until one night, it was already late at night. I was having trouble sleeping, and she was having trouble sleeping too, so our conversation became increasingly open.

[Ah Shui, did you and your ex-girlfriend ever have sex?]

[Yes, but it wasn't very comfortable.]

[Why?]

[Every time, she would just lie there motionless, not moaning, and never changing positions. It felt like necrophilia.]

[Haha, you're exaggerating.]

[It really was like that.]

[Haha.]

[How long has it been since Sister Shuling had sex?] Since we became acquainted, I've called her Sister Shuling.

[I can't remember, why are you asking me that?]

[What kind of positions does Sister Shuling like?]

[Ah, why are you asking that? What kind of positions do you like?]

[Whether it's missionary, doggy style, man on top, woman on top, I like it when I'm thrusting in and out while I'm French kissing.]

[Haha, you're so professional, I also like the feeling of thrusting and kissing at the same time.]

[Sister Shuling, do you like wearing stockings?] I think women wearing stockings are especially sexy, and having sex with a woman wearing stockings is especially pleasurable, but my ex-girlfriend never did that.

[Then when we have a chance to meet, I'll wear stockings for you.]

[Wow, that's great.]

[What kind of stockings do you like?]

[I like both flesh-colored and black.]

[Are you free tomorrow? Let's meet, I'll wear black stockings.]

[Yes, yes.]

I didn't expect her to take the initiative to ask me out. Hearing that she would wear stockings to meet me, I was already incredibly excited, and my penis was already erect.

We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet at the bus stop near my place; she would pick me up in her car. Rich women are really something else.

Since we hadn't video chatted or exchanged photos, our meeting was somewhat of a gamble. I bet that Shuling wouldn't age to the point of being unbearable for me, and Shuling bet that I wouldn't be as ugly as I had described when I was being sarcastic. I lay in bed unable to sleep, tossing and turning several times, but then I thought, even if Shuling were older, wearing black stockings would still enhance her appearance. I decided to stop thinking about it.

The next day, I was woken up by my alarm clock at 10 a.m. I got up, brushed my teeth, shaved, washed my face, changed into clean clothes, grabbed my phone, and went out.

I hadn't been waiting at the bus stop near my place for more than a few minutes when my phone rang. It was Sister Shuling. She asked me which one of me was me and what I was wearing. I told her on the phone that I was wearing a blue t-shirt and glasses, and waved. A few seconds after I finished speaking, a black Lavida sedan stopped in front of me. The window rolled down, and a woman with sunglasses and her hair in a bun said to me, "It's you, right? Get in."

I opened the car door that had already been opened for me, sat in the passenger seat, and then closed the door. She started the car and soon stopped on the side of the road where there were few pedestrians. Then she took off her sunglasses, turned around and moved closer to me, stopping very close. She glared at me, then suddenly laughed, slapping me and saying, "You, Ah Shui, you're clearly a well-mannered young man, why do you portray yourself so negatively?"

As she got closer to scrutinize me, I could see her clearly too. Shuling in front of me had her hair up, lightly made up, wearing a white, tight-fitting short skirt, black stockings, and gold high heels. Looking closer, Shuling actually resembled the Japanese AV actress Hojo Maki. From her appearance, no one would guess she was 43 years old; she looked more like a woman in her early 30s. I really couldn't understand why her husband left such a beautiful woman alone at home.

I was lost in thought when she suddenly interrupted me.

"What's wrong? I look too old, did I scare you?"

"How could that be? Sister Shuling is so beautiful, you can't tell her real age at all. If we went out, people would think we were a couple. I was just stunned by Shuling's beauty. I was trying to think of words to describe her beauty, but I couldn't think of any. So I just stood there dumbfounded."

Hearing my words, she laughed heartily, saying, "You little rascal, you're so cheeky."

I knew she was just being cheeky, but she was secretly delighted.

My heart skipped a beat, and I decided to make a dirty joke with her.

"Sister Shuling, I suddenly know how to describe your beauty,"

she said with a curious expression. "How do you describe this old woman?"

"My little brother is standing up—that's the best description of your beauty," I said, pointing to my crotch.

She immediately understood what I meant. She pretended to be angry and punched me lightly, saying, "You little rascal, teasing your sister!"

I quickly pretended to be in pain and cried out, "Ouch!"

She dropped her feigned anger and said, "Alright, stop fooling around. It's rare for me to see you today, have you decided where to eat?"

"You decide. This ugly duckling can eat anything with a beauty like you."

"Still arguing with me? I don't go out often, I don't really know what good places to go around here."

"Then you just drive, and we'll stop whenever we see something we want to eat, okay?"

"That's a good idea."

So, she started the car. She probably hadn't driven in a long time, she was very focused on the road ahead, while I stared at her beautiful legs in stockings, swallowing hard, thinking how wonderful it would be to rub my penis against them.

"What's wrong, Ah Shui? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Ah, I was afraid of holding you up while you were driving."

"No, I just want to hear you talk."

I don't know where I got the courage from, but I blurted out, "Sister Shuling, I want to ask you for a favor, will you grant it?"

"What is it?"

"I..."

"What is it? Tell me."

"I want to touch your leg, is that okay?"

She turned to me and smiled, then immediately turned to the front: "I thought it was something serious. It's an honor for a refined young man like you to be interested in the legs of an old woman like me. Touch them if you want. I agree to let you touch them."

Damn, I was already prepared to be called a 'pervert,' but I didn't expect her to agree.

For a moment, I was a little flustered. Then she suddenly reached out a hand that was close to me, took my hand, and placed it on her beautiful black-stockinged leg. As she made this gesture, she said, "Touch me, give your sister a good touch."

The moment my hand touched her black-stockinged legs, I was immediately electrified by the smooth, silky feel. Through the black stockings, I could feel Sister Shuling's full thighs. My other hand finally reached for Sister Shuling's stockinged legs as well. At this moment, I was completely turned to face Sister Shuling, my two hands clinging tightly to her two graceful, slender legs like two thirsty leeches. I thought that if we weren't in the car, if this wasn't our first meeting, if she were my woman, I would have already pulled out my penis and fucked her.

I was getting more and more excited as I touched her. Suddenly, the car stopped. It stopped in front of a large hotel.

I withdrew my hands.

Shuling smiled at me as if nothing had happened: "I heard that this French food is good, how about we go and try it?"

I thought to myself: Right now, I only want to eat this beautiful mature woman in stockings. But I couldn't say that out loud, so I replied, "Okay."

She told me to get out of the car first to choose a seat while she went to park the car.

I was led into the hotel restaurant by a professionally dressed greeter. The restaurant was luxuriously decorated, and I wondered if I had enough money to eat there.

After I sat down, a waitress immediately handed me a menu. I opened it and found that the dishes and drinks were indeed expensive.

I looked through it from beginning to end and finally found a set menu that I could pay for with all the money in my bank card. I ordered that set menu.

After I finished ordering, Sister Shuling came in. I politely got up and pulled out a chair for her. She smiled and thanked me.

"What did you order?"

I said mysteriously. "You'll find out soon enough."

Just then, the waitress placed a plate of roses on the table and said, "Sir, your Provence Rose Couple's Set Menu is ready. May we serve it?"

I said, "Serve it." Then I glanced at Sister Shuling across from me.

She didn't react much, just smiled and pointed at me.

We ate and chatted about our lives. She told me how her husband had gone to great lengths to win her over, but now he wanted a divorce.

Before we knew it, we had reached dessert.

While eating, she asked me, "What are we going to do next?"

"I don't know, you decide."

"How about we get a room and continue chatting?"

I readily agreed.

From the restaurant to the front desk, and then to the room, we barely exchanged a few words.

She went into the room first, and I followed, casually hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign outside, just like in many movies.

She sat on the bed and said to me, "Why don't you take a shower first?"

I went into the bathroom, quickly washed myself, and came out wrapped in a towel.

She was still sitting on the bed, and I sat down beside her. My hand boldly touched her silk-stockinged legs.

"I'm going to wash up,"

she said, about to get up, but I stopped her. I said, "No, Sister Shuling, I like you like this, I like your scent. Don't wash it off."

She smiled and sat down, "Okay, whatever you say today."

Hearing her say that, I became even bolder, and my hand began to move from her silk-stockinged legs to her private parts, only to find that she was already wet. I leaned closer to her face and said, "Shuling, you're wet." She immediately kissed me, preventing me from saying anything more. While we kissed deeply, one hand continued to caress her private parts, while the other hand grasped her breast, squeezing it tightly. Her lips slightly parted from mine, and she said, "Gently." I quickly loosened my grip and began to gently knead her breast. She also extended her tongue, intertwining it with mine.

Then I said to her, "Sister, let me lick you."

She responded softly.

With her cooperation, I removed her tight-fitting dress and panties, leaving her only in black stockings and high heels. I knelt between her legs, supporting her stockinged legs with both hands, and buried my face in her private parts. The moment my tongue touched her closed pink labia, she let out a soft moan, a sound I knew she wanted. So I continued licking her labia with my tongue, gently lowering her two stockinged legs. My free hands immediately reached for her private parts. I parted her pink labia, revealing her clitoris. The moment my tongue touched the head of her clitoris, her stockinged legs trembled involuntarily, and she let out a soft moan. I knew this was a sign she was enjoying it. So I licked her passionately, and her stockinged legs suddenly clamped around my body. I also enjoyed this feeling of being clamped. After licking for a while, her genitals were already overflowing with moisture. I knew the time was right. I got up, took off my towel, climbed on top of her, kissed her passionately for a while, and then whispered in her ear, "Sis, help me put it in."

She obediently slid her hand down my back to my waist, then grasped my penis, while simultaneously spreading her silk-stockinged legs as wide as possible to open her vagina. When the head of my penis entered her opening, she let go, and I slowly thrust into her wet and warm vagina. With each sliver of penetration, she cried out, until my penis was fully inside. She screamed, and then I stopped. She took a breath and said, "Ah Shui, your penis is so big, I can't take it."

"What should I do?" "Go in slowly, let me get used to it."

So I began to thrust very gently, while her silk-stockinged legs were tightly wrapped around my waist. My mouth wasn't idle either; our lips met, upper lip to upper lip, lower lip to lower lip, our tongues intertwined, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in mine, while our lower bodies were also tightly joined together. I knew she was getting used to it, so I increased the speed slightly. I could hear her making soft, whimpering sounds as my lips pressed against hers; I knew this meant she was enjoying it. So I sped up again, and the increased thrusting made me feel like I was going to ejaculate.

I pulled my lips away from hers and moved them to her ear: "Inside or outside?"

She only whispered, "Inside." Then she moved my head towards hers with her hand, and then pressed her lips against mine again. Remembering our conversation, she, like me, enjoyed this feeling of kissing while thrusting.

The thought of having a relationship with such a like-minded beauty excited me even more. I thrust faster and harder, and the whimpering sounds from her mouth continued unabated. I finally couldn't hold back any longer. A rush of hot semen shot powerfully from the base of my penis, and she clamped her beautiful, stockinged legs around my waist, pressing the heels of her sexy gold high heels against my buttocks, ensuring my penis completely filled her. After ejaculating, I lay on top of her, panting heavily, my limp penis still reluctant to leave her vagina. I calmed myself and kissed her again. After a while, I rolled over and lay beside her. This physical encounter had deepened our bond.

I lay on the bed, she nestled in my arms, and we chatted.

"Shuling, was it good?"

"Mmm."

"How long has it been since you last did it?"

"A few years."

"How have you been coping these past few years?"

"Self-sufficient.

" "Me too."

"What do you mean by 'sufficient'?"

"Self-sufficient. I haven't done it for over two years since I broke up with my ex-girlfriend."

"I don't believe you."

"I swear."

"Okay, swear."

"If in these past two years, before I made love to you, Shuling, I've had sex with any other person of the opposite sex, may I live a life of solitude."

"Wow, that's a really vicious oath."

"Of course, I'm serious."

As we chatted, my penis got hard again, and I said, "Sister, how about one more time?"

As I spoke, her hand moved towards my penis. The moment she touched it, she immediately gripped it tightly, as if it were a family heirloom she didn't want to let go.

"Ashui, your thing is really big, bigger than my husband's, and it's very hard and thick."

"Do you like it, sister?"

"To be honest, what woman doesn't?"

"If you like, give me a lick."

With that, she sat up on my waist, then leaned down. Her neatly styled hair had come undone during the earlier vigorous activity, and her flowing hair touched my crotch, tickling and pleasantly comfortable. When her tongue touched my penis, I suddenly felt a jolt throughout my body. Her warm, moist tongue greedily licked my penis, a tingling, numb sensation spreading from the tip to my entire body. When my penis was completely inside her mouth, the head felt like it was hitting her tonsils. I felt like I was dreaming—this beautiful mature woman was giving me oral sex! I fantasized about being a young man, being violated by the unsatisfied married woman, Hojo Maki. No, it wasn't a fantasy; there really was a beautiful mature woman passionately sucking my penis. My penis was very hard from her sucking, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate if she sucked any longer.

So, I grabbed one of her arms and said, "Sister, this time, you're on top."

She no longer held back, flipping over and straddling me, aligning her vulva with my erect penis. Then she leaned down forcefully, letting my penis fully penetrate her vagina. I felt my penis hitting her G-spot, and she felt it too, letting out a soft "ah," but my lips immediately covered her mouth, preventing her from making a clear sound. Our upper bodies were completely pressed together, her breasts pressed against my chest. My hands weren't idle either, grabbing her large buttocks and forcefully thrusting them in the opposite direction of my thrusts, allowing me to penetrate deeply. My penis was tightly enveloped by her vaginal walls; probably because she hadn't given birth, her vaginal walls were very tight and narrow, easily held in place with each thrust. Under my guidance, her buttocks were moving in the way I instructed. So I freed my hand and reached for her silk-stockinged legs. As my hand touched her sexy, silky legs, I felt the smooth sensation stimulate my penis, which was still inside her vagina, making it even harder.

Perhaps overwhelmed by the wonderful sexual activity, I blurted out in her ear, "Wife, you're so amazing."

Unexpectedly, she replied without hesitation, "Husband, you're even more amazing."

As she spoke, she shook her big buttocks more frequently, and my penis, being teased by her, felt the urge to ejaculate again. So I said, "I'm going to cum." A gush of hot semen spurted out and shot into her flower. Even

after I ejaculated, her buttocks continued to shake violently, as if trying to squeeze me open. Until she felt my penis completely soften and she was exhausted, her buttocks stopped shaking. Although the lower body was finished, the upper body was not. Our two wanton tongues intertwined, engaging in a final tender moment.

We made love twice, and both of us were a bit exhausted. We lay in bed for a long time, kissing and caressing each other like a couple who had known each other for years.

Afterwards, we checked out of the hotel, and she took me home.

I thought our relationship might be over, after all, she had a husband, and she wasn't much younger than my mother.

Two days later, I was asleep when my phone rang. Still half asleep, I picked it up and recognized Shuling's voice. I asked,

"What's up?"

"You've already forgotten me?"

"No way, I missed you."

"How about we go out for a walk?"

I thought about the chance to be intimate with a beautiful mature woman again, so of course I didn't refuse.

I asked her where she was and how long it would take to get there.

She said her car was near my place.

I quickly got up, dressed, rinsed my mouth, and went out without even washing my face.

I hadn't gone far when I saw where her car was parked.

I sat in the passenger seat as usual, my eyes half-open from sleep, watching as Sister Shuling wore a royal blue pencil dress with a collarless tweed jacket, flesh-colored tights, and pink peep-toe heels. Her hair was parted to one side, styled into inward curls, making her look incredibly alluring.

"Sister, where are we going?"

As I spoke, my hand wandered to her beautiful legs, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, and began to caress them with obvious enjoyment.

"Let's go for a drive in the countryside,"

she said, starting the car.

I lay in the passenger seat, one hand stroking Shuling's shapely legs, while my eyes remained closed, trying to relax. Shuling, understanding my feelings, didn't chat with me; she probably knew I was a night owl and went to bed very late.

I drifted in and out of sleep, when suddenly I felt the car stop. I tried to open my eyes to see where I was, but drowsiness enveloped me, and I kept my eyes tightly shut. Then I felt a delicate hand unzip my pants, pulling out my throbbing, erect penis. I heard Shuling say, "So early in the morning, and it's already this big? Let me suck it for you." I whispered, "Okay." She leaned down to my waist, and my hand, which had been caressing her stockinged legs, moved to her back, rubbing against it. She used one hand to stroke my penis, her mouth swallowing the glans, while her other hand roamed over my body. I lay in the passenger seat, eyes closed, savoring this wonderful moment. As she stroked and swallowed my penis faster, my drowsiness vanished completely. I opened my eyes and saw this sexy, mature woman in stockings bending over to give me oral sex; the physical and psychological satisfaction was indescribable. Finally, her masturbation speed became unbearable for me. The moment she sensed my urge to ejaculate, she stopped swallowing and switched to masturbation entirely with her hand, positioning the head and tip of my penis towards her open mouth. Before opening her mouth wide, she said, "Shoot it all into my mouth." Hearing this, I suddenly felt a strange excitement. Just as I was getting excited, my penis jerked and ejaculated all my semen into Shuling's open mouth. I saw that Shuling's open mouth was already full of my semen. Just as she thought she had fully received it and was beginning to close her mouth to slowly savor my essence, my penis jerked upwards again, shooting a stream of semen onto Shuling's face and hair. I quickly apologized. Surprisingly, she wasn't angry; she just gave me a charming smile, then took a tissue from her bag in the back seat and handed it to me to wipe it off.

As I wiped the semen from her face and hair, I admired the beautiful mature woman's face. Suddenly, I leaned in and kissed her lips. They had just received my semen, and the scent of it lingered. I slipped my tongue into her lips, and we tasted the slightly salty semen together.

"Shuling, I like you so much."

"I like you too."

We got out of the car and found ourselves in a grove of trees on the outskirts. She took a basket from the trunk, filled with picnic supplies. She had come prepared all along.

She locked the car, and I took the basket, carrying it in one hand while my other hand clasped tightly with hers. We chose a secluded spot. She first laid a mat on the ground, then a blanket, and we sat down. With such a beautiful woman before me and no one else around, I had no desire for a picnic. Although I had just ejaculated, youth has its advantages. I pulled her into my arms, and she didn't resist, lying comfortably in my lap. My hands caressed and kneaded her two fleshy, shapely legs, and she turned her head, sticking out her tongue. I knew what she wanted, and immediately met hers with my mouth. Our two wanton tongues intertwined again.

We kissed for a while, and then she suggested we eat something. I then coquettishly asked her to feed me, which perhaps awakened her maternal instincts. She picked up a piece of cake, took a bite herself, chewed a few times, and then pressed her lips to mine, feeding me the chewed food through her tongue. We drank water in the same way. After eating like this for a while, we were both a little full.

As the saying goes, "When you're full and warm, you think of lust." Because I was full, the thought of having sex with her resurfaced. I whispered in her ear, "Sister, how about we do it here?"

She nodded in agreement. I pulled her up and led her to a tree, making her lean against it, arch her back, stick out her buttocks, and turn her back to me. I noticed she was only wearing pantyhose and no underwear. I thought to myself, "So this slut is here to get fucked today." Without further ado, I tore a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, pulled down my pants, and got my penis erect. Since we were outdoors, time was precious, so I skipped foreplay and thrust in directly. Once inside, I abandoned my usual reserve and started thrusting rapidly. However, since she had just given me oral sex, she didn't feel like ejaculating yet. Perhaps because she had never experienced such forceful and rapid thrusting, I heard Sister Shuling, who had her back to me, let out a sound almost like a baby crying. I was a little scared and asked with concern, "Sister, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Should I stop?" "No...don't stop."

I then realized she was enjoying it too much. Relieved, I continued my vigorous and rapid thrusting, feeling as if I were going to tear her vagina apart. As I thrust, I grabbed her breasts, kneading them forcefully. Each thrust slammed into her plump, silk-stockinged buttocks, making a soft, squelching sound whenever my hips collided with hers. Sometimes, I deliberately paused, letting her silk-stockinged buttocks slide into the hollow of my hips, pressing my hips tightly against hers. The sensation, a mixture of the slippery feel of the stockings and the fullness of her plump buttocks, was incredibly pleasurable—a million times better than any description could convey. I continued thrusting, and Sister Shuling, who was gripping the tree trunk, let out a roar typical of climax due to the force of my thrusts. I felt a gush of liquid spray onto my penis; I knew it was Sister Shuling's vaginal fluid. Stimulated by her, I suddenly released my own semen, ejaculating a thick stream. Even as I ejaculated, I didn't slow down, but increased the speed of my thrusts. I grabbed her hips and, with my last bit of strength, thrust as deep as possible. Finally, we were both exhausted. I plopped down on the blanket spread on the floor... I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her down onto me. We lay there for a while, until I regained some strength. I gently laid her down beside me, sat up, and looked at the beautiful woman in stockings lying next to me. Liquid was flowing from her genitals, soaking the flesh-colored pantyhose I had torn open. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Sis, let's go back to the car and rest." "Uh, I have no strength left. You've really worn me out."

I found it a little funny, thinking, "You weren't even wearing underwear today, trying to seduce me into having sex with you." But I couldn't say that out loud. "I'll carry you." I put the beautiful woman in stockings on my back. She lay completely sprawled on my back. I squatted down to tidy up the things on the ground, then handed the basket to her hands that were wrapped around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her two fleshy, stocking-clad legs, then got up and went back to the car.

We sat in the back of the car, her arm around my shoulder, my hands roaming over her shapely legs in stockings, while her hands played with my limp penis. We chatted, and I don't know how much time passed.

Youth is wonderful; my penis stirred again. Looking at the beautiful woman in stockings nestled against my shoulder, and wondering if I'd ever have the chance to sleep with a woman like her again, I decided to seize the opportunity and have my fill. I said to the limp Shuling, "Sister, how about we have some car sex?" She lightly tapped my nose and laughed, "You're really unsatisfying. Okay, sister belongs to you today, you can do whatever you want."

As I spoke, I sat up, picked up one of her shapely, silk-stockinged legs, and made her kneel on my right, with the other leg on my left. She sat astride my legs, facing me. She guided my now-erect penis into her vagina, which I had just penetrated; it was very lubricated, and my penis easily reached the tip. I removed her jacket, unzipped her dress at the back, and pulled it down to her waist. Her firm breasts were now revealed before me. It was strange; although she was a mature woman, her breasts were still as firm as a young girl's, and her nipples were unusually long—long nipples, very similar to those of the AV actress, Shiori Endou. I immediately took one of her breasts into my mouth and greedily sucked on it, like a baby seeing its mother's breast. One hand was touching the other breast, while the other hand wasn't idle either, vigorously kneading her fleshy, shapely buttocks. Her long nipples, her fleshy buttocks, and the alluring perfume that could only be smelled when we were close together stimulated my penis to swell rapidly inside her vagina. With that swelling, my thrusts became even more intense. After a while, I said to her, "Sis, it's your turn to move." So I lay back in the seat. She was clearly very attached to me. She leaned down and kissed me. It was obvious that she liked the feeling of kissing me, no less than the feeling of making love with me. Then she started stroking my erect penis up and down. Her technique was very comfortable. When she pulled up, most of my penis was exposed, only the tip still enveloped by her labia. If she pulled up any further, my penis might slip out of her vagina, but she controlled the movement perfectly. Just then, she forcefully sat down, fully inserting my penis into her body. Her labia were already against the base of my penis, but she still pushed down forcefully, as if she wanted to swallow it completely. I thought to myself, what a slut! But I like sluts like this. I even want to find one like her as a wife and have passionate sex with her every day. Thinking about this, I suddenly realized I was somewhat attracted to this slutty woman in front of me, and even thought that if she didn't have a husband or if she was divorced, she would be a good wife.

As I was thinking about all this, I suddenly felt like I was getting too good from her ministrations and was about to ejaculate. I seized the opportunity and whispered in her ear,

"Wife, I want to cum, I want to cum all over you, okay?"

"Okay, husband, cum all inside me."

As she said this, she increased the speed of her ministrations. I grabbed and kneaded her breasts, which weren't particularly big or small, welcoming the final ejaculation. Finally, I felt a heat at the tip of my penis, and a stream of hot semen filled her vagina again. With my ejaculation, she increased the intensity of her ministrations until my penis gave a final jerk and released the last drop of semen. My penis went limp, and she stopped ministrating, instead sitting completely on my lap. I looked at our point of contact, and saw fluid flowing from her body, down my limp penis, and into my groin.

I playfully reached into the hole in her stockings that I had just torn, and along the seam, tore off a piece. Then I wiped away the semen that had dripped down my crotch. When she saw this, she pretended to be angry and said, "You little rascal, you've ruined these stockings today."

So I shamelessly said, "Since it's already like this, why don't you just take them off and give them to me?"

"Oh, you're really serious. You can have them, but I'm too tired to take them off after what you've done. If you want them, take them off yourself."

The thought of being able to take off the flesh-colored pantyhose of such a beautiful mature woman in front of me, even though I had just engaged in a vigorous ring toss game, immediately perked me up. I gently placed her on the seat next to me, letting her lie down comfortably. Then I had her tilt her back slightly, reached down to the top of her pantyhose around her waist, and gently rolled it down to her knees. I then had her lower her bottom and lay her back on my lap. At this point, I noticed her bare thighs were incredibly white, so I reached up and touched them, saying, "Sister, your legs are so well-maintained. Many young girls don't have legs as white as yours. Not only are they white, but they also feel so smooth, like a baby's skin. I don't know what your husband is thinking; just for those beautiful legs, he wouldn't let you stay alone at home."

"What are you talking about? Don't mention him, he's annoying. Aren't you my husband now?"

"Hehe, yes, yes, wife, I am your dear husband. Let your husband kiss your legs properly."

As I said this, I licked her fair thigh with my tongue. After licking for a while, I remembered that I hadn't finished my work yet, so I picked up one of her feet, took off one of her peep-toe high heels, and curiously put it in front of my nose to smell it. There was a faint smell of foot sweat mixed with the leather smell of the shoe. Seeing this, she said, "You little rascal, you're such a pervert. What's so great about shoes?"

I gave her a mysterious look and said, "There's more perverting stuff to come."

As I spoke, I brought her beautiful, stockinged foot to my mouth, looking at her five sexy toes encased in stockings. I immediately opened my mouth and took it in. Her stockinged toes were being licked around in my mouth by my tongue. She immediately protested, curling her legs and saying, "No, it tickles."

I figured this was the first time I'd licked her feet, so I didn't press the issue. I continued to help her remove her stockings, setting them aside, and then put her bare feet in peep-toe heels. I discovered that this beautiful mature woman, even without stockings, had a very alluring lower

body. Then, I lowered her legs and pulled her into my arms. She immediately came to my lips and kissed me. Women really are kissing creatures. Sometimes I wonder if they exchange being penetrated by men for kisses.

On our way back, as we chatted, I thought to myself how fulfilling and dreamlike my day had been—oral sex, outdoor sex, car sex, it had it all. I really hoped that days like this could last forever.

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