The Married Woman's Case Files: Tracking

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Hong Kong is a strange place. Despite the large number of women and the small number of men trapped in this tiny island, very few men and women truly achieve physical satisfaction. Some men are socially awkward, wasting their youth and energy on video games and pornography. Women are full of desire and longing, yet hide behind pride and morality, willingly becoming passive.
Young people are mostly carefree, fantasizing about what they will surely achieve in the future, but as they grow older, their needs turn into desires, desires into repression, and this repression, hidden away, waits for the moment it will explode.
I live in the old district of Kwun Tong. It has changed a lot in recent years. Before, it was just old-style factories, and the workers were mostly unambitious, forgotten office workers. But with the development of commerce, many large multinational corporations have moved in, and large trendy shopping malls have been built. Now it's easy to find young and beautiful female office workers here, their beautiful and alluring legs on full display, arousing the lust of every man. This incident happened a year ago.
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Wai Yip, I'm 24 years old, I live in Kwun Tong and work here. My job is installing broadband internet for PCCW. I live alone in a small 300-square-foot unit in Tsui Ping Estate. My mother has passed away. My father used to live with me, but he returned to China in recent years. I heard he married a young woman from the mainland and is living a very happy life.
Wednesday is my holiday, and I spent the whole night online until 3 a.m., waking up after 1 a.m.! Even better, it saved me a meal! I'm penniless; my last girlfriend was back in high school. It doesn't bother me, though. When I need something, I can just browse online, and all sorts of beautiful women are at my beck and call.
After having fast food at a large shopping mall, I went to a backstreet, lit a cigarette, and saw quite a few beautiful legs walking by, some young, some old. Some were dressed conservatively, even in black stockings, looking mysterious and alluring; others wore revealing short skirts, their fleshy legs exposed yet seemingly within reach, sparking the imagination.
As I strolled, smoking, I saw a pair of legs in flesh-colored stockings and white traditional high heels. I followed her, admiring her step by step, using my eyes and imagination to undress the woman in front of me—this is my special ability, something others would envy. I'm used to following beautiful women, enjoying a moment of fantasy; let me tell you, this moment is the most wonderful.
Just looking at her from behind—long hair, hourglass figure, slender waist, beautiful legs, high heels—in my imagination, she must be both beautiful and sexy, right?! As long as you're content to stay here, she is the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world. But if you're greedy and want to see her face from the front, you'll inevitably return disappointed every time, and worse, you might even vomit up what you just ate!
The person in front of me isn't tall, about five feet three inches, with long, straight hair, wearing a narrow beige cotton blazer and a brown knee-high linen skirt. I like this length the most because it's not too short, so it doesn't feel vulgar, but it shows off her entire calf and a little bit of her thigh, allowing me to imagine that she has curves where she should – that's what makes her look good!
From behind, especially with those old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings, I can tell at a glance that she's a traditional woman, probably not young, but not over forty. Someone wearing that could easily wear trousers, but choosing a short skirt means she still thinks she's beautiful.
Her gait isn't affected, so it's not the glamorous kind; the large swaying of her hips suggests she still has desire, subconsciously wiggling to attract men. Seeing that her buttocks are round but not firm, it means she hasn't had sex in a long time, but she's not a virgin; she's most likely a neglected married woman.
I immediately used my superpower, mentally removing the skirt to reveal flesh-colored stockings, pulled up to the top, with thick stocking threads at the heel. Underneath were white cotton panties, with a slightly yellowish stain on the genital area—stains from accumulated menstrual blood that couldn't be washed away over time.
Underneath her jacket was a frayed white tank top. Being traditional, she wouldn't take off her jacket in the office; her undershirt couldn't be too thick or it would be too hot. Since no one would see it, the tank top was essentially an undershirt, and she hadn't replaced it in years. Thinking this
, I was certain the woman before me was an extremely ordinary-looking woman, unremarkable. With my expectations set, I decided to break with my usual ways and approach to confirm. So I quickened my pace. There were still quite a few people in the backstreet, and my view was obstructed by passersby, so I sped up again, finally catching a glimpse of her from the side.
She noticed my quickening and looked over.
To my utter surprise, the woman before me had smooth, delicate skin, without a single blemish or pimple. Her sharp, phoenix-shaped eyes were hidden behind flat, black-rimmed glasses, and her thin, dark eyebrows accentuated the exquisite detail of her features. Her nose was sharp and high, even the nostrils were perfectly sculpted, and combined with her delicate, red lips and snow-white skin, this woman's features weren't those of a typical great beauty, but she possessed a stunningly beautiful face.
Overjoyed, I couldn't help but look at her several more times, but she noticed, so I had to slow down and follow her from behind. Her beauty kept replaying in my mind. It was a natural beauty, like the girl next door you know—pure and ethereal even without makeup. I couldn't find a woman like that online, so I'd never even fantasized about having lustful thoughts about her.
I continued following her, looking at her back. Every part of her was made even more alluring by her beauty. Wouldn't it be a blessing to see her completely naked from the front?
Thinking about it, how could her features, though not conventionally beautiful, combine to create such a noble and ethereal beauty? I kept idealizing her, wondering how someone so beautiful could dress so old-fashionedly and work in such a place?! Was she not beautiful when she was young, and her femininity only emerged as she matured?! Her husband is truly blind to her beauty. How could he neglect such a perfect woman and fail to satisfy her needs?!
Judging from her clothes and the faint wrinkles on her neck, she must be almost forty. Although she can't have me at that age, she's still much older than me! I wonder what it would be like to sleep with her?!
In the blink of an eye, she turned and entered the Hongtu Industrial Building. I checked my watch; it was already two o'clock. I figured she must be at work. The building was full of delivery workers and older office workers, all dressed in an old-fashioned way. I wondered how such a gem could be hidden in this backward environment.
Although the woman wasn't dressed provocatively, several male passengers in the freight elevator couldn't help but stare at her. One elderly man in a suit even greeted her, saying,
"Mrs. Han, have you had lunch yet?"
She was indeed married. Mrs. Han replied in a slightly loud voice, "Yes, Mr. Wong. And you?"
Mr. Wong said, "We've all eaten. Mrs. Han looks beautiful today. When are you free to have lunch together?"
Mrs. Han said, "Thank you, Mr. Wong. How about another day?"
Mr. Wong was over seventy years old. Although he was eloquent, I suspected he was probably not very capable. His lecherous eyes were disgusting, but judging from the more than 300,000 yuan watch he wore, he must be quite wealthy. This neighbor, Mrs. Han, should at least be treated with respect.
Mr. Huang asked with concern, "Mrs. Han, has your husband been discharged from the hospital yet?!"
Hearing this question, Mrs. Han, seeing that everyone in the elevator was a stranger, shook her head and briefly replied, "No." Just as
Mr. Huang wanted to ask more, the elevator reached the fifth floor, and Mrs. Han was about to leave, saying, "Goodbye!" Mr. Huang was reluctant to leave, but there was nothing he could do, and I immediately followed her out.
The floors inside the old factory building were very dirty, with water stains and oil stains on the floor. I noticed that she walked very carefully in her white high heels, as if afraid of getting them dirty.
I didn't dare follow her too closely, since it was just the two of us exiting the elevator. I followed her around the corner to the end of a dark corridor. She glanced back at me, because this was her only apartment. Seeing her a little nervous, she asked,
"Which company are you looking for?!"
Finally, I could talk to her face-to-face. I was both happy and nervous, but unsure how to answer, I blurted out, "Room 604. Is this room 604?!"
She frowned and said, "...This is the 5th floor, and Room 04 isn't here...Go down one floor of the stairs ahead, then walk diagonally across..."
I glanced at the company's sign, which read "Jie Rong Trading Company," a tiny office, and immediately smiled and said, "Oh...sorry...wrong place..." She looked at me with a questioning gaze, cold and firm, and I didn't dare to be presumptuous, so I immediately turned and left.
Taking the elevator back to the ground floor, my heart was still pounding; it was both exciting and thrilling! I should have left, but thinking about what the old man had said and that tiny office, I figured she was probably alone most of the time, otherwise, how could that old man dare to meet a married woman in public?
Thinking of this, I went home first, changed my clothes, put on a baseball cap, grabbed a book, and went back to the tea restaurant across from the factory building to wait. I read to pass the time and ordered some drinks. Soon the sun set, and it was almost six o'clock. In an instant, the streets of Kwun Tong were full of men and women leaving work. I put down my book and kept a close eye on the factory building exit, afraid that she would get away.
Time passed by, and I also felt sleepy. The television behind me was playing, and the news and weather reports had ended. It was seven o'clock, and there were far fewer people on the street. Only a few movers and car mechanics remained on the small streets. Suddenly, those white high heels reappeared, followed by her healthy, sexy legs. I immediately paid the bill, got up, slung my backpack over my shoulder, pulled down my baseball cap, and followed her again.
When we reached the street, she was queuing at the minibus stop, and I followed behind, one person behind her. This was the first time I'd ever followed someone like this. I felt a little perverted, yet also excited. Thinking that I didn't really know what I was planning to do, I told myself that knowing where she lived was enough; it was all just for fun.
On the minibus, I sat in the last row, looking at her back. We were already quite familiar with each other, but somehow, every part of her seemed perfect. Why was I starting to be infatuated?!
There was some traffic on the way, but I actually enjoyed being so close to her. If only we could sit even closer!
After a half-hour drive, we arrived at Mei Ho New Village Phase 2 and got off the bus. I followed, but as time went on, I didn't dare to get too close so she wouldn't notice me, so I had to stay half a block behind and watch from a distance. She went to the preserved meat shop in front of seat 27 and ordered a bento box for takeout. The shop owner said,
"Mrs. Han, it's ready. The usual char siu and chicken rice without sauce, right?"
Mrs. Han smiled and paid, saying, "Thank you, boss!"
The shop owner said, "Don't mention it... Are you going to the hospital again tonight?"
Mrs. Han: "No need... The doctor said I won't wake up so quickly after the surgery. Maybe I'll go again tomorrow morning!"
The shop owner said, "Thank you for your hard work~"
Mrs. Han just smiled and didn't answer. After picking up the food, she pressed the code next to the shop to open the iron gate and went inside. There were security guards there, so I couldn't follow her in. I pretended to eat and entered the roast meat shop.
Thinking my journey was ending here, I casually ordered some food, only to overhear the owner and a female employee talking. The employee said,
"Is her husband still in the hospital?!"
The owner replied, "No way... I heard it's terminal, he probably won't come out again... It's so sad that someone so young and beautiful has to be a widow..."
The employee said, "I guess it's a relief, isn't it? She's been a widow for over five years now, all alone every night, her husband going in and out of the hospital more than ten times, she's really suffering!"
The owner said, "Lian Gu, how do you know how hard it is for people to be widows?" "Do you have a lot of physical needs to satisfy?!"
Lian Gu: "Tch!!! The boss is talking nonsense again. I'll go talk to the boss's wife, okay?!"
The shop owner said: "Oh dear!! I'm scared of you... I misspoke. Go!! Hurry up and give it to the customer!!"
My food arrived. While eating, I thought about it. So this woman's background is like this. That company might have belonged to her husband before, and now she has to manage it all by herself. A feeling of pity arose in my
heart. On the way home, I conceived a plan.
I had to go to work for the next few days. Although our department was in Kwun Tong, I was assigned to different offices to install broadband. Fortunately, I was only in charge of the company account. There was also a lot of work in Kowloon East, so I usually just traveled between Kwun Tong and Kowloon Bay. Most of the company's employees wouldn't stay after 6 PM to wait for me to install the equipment, so I usually finished the last bit of work around 6:30 PM each day. This week, every day after work, I would rush to Hung To Road to wait for Mrs. Han to get off work. After accompanying her on the minibus home, I would watch her buy a lunchbox as she had done, and then I would go home.
Wednesday was my day off, and I unusually wore my company uniform. Around 10 AM, I arrived at the back staircase of her office, unplugged the broadband cable, smoked a cigarette, and then rang the doorbell. After a while, she finally opened the door. The temperature had warmed up a bit, and she was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt that slightly revealed a vest underneath, and the same brown linen high-waisted skirt I had seen her in before. I noticed she really liked wearing those old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings, and she was wearing them today too, but with open
-toed high-heeled sandals. She unlocked the glass door, and I said, "Hello, is this Jierong?!"
"Yes," she said. Finally, I could talk to her again, that's great!
"I'm from PCCW. We're here for maintenance today, just checking if your broadband is affected, right?!"
she said in surprise. "It was fine this morning, but suddenly the signal went out!!" Her high-pitched voice matched her youthful face perfectly; perhaps this was her natural gift for maintaining her youth!
"Really?! It shouldn't affect our existing clients... Maybe the engineers downstairs made a mistake. It's okay, I'll come back later." With that, I headed towards the back staircase.
She saw me leave and went back inside. I ran downstairs, ate breakfast, and then slowly returned to the fifth floor, plugged the cable back in, and pressed the bell again.
This time she opened the door quickly and said, "Okay, sir, it's done, no problem, thank you!"
I replied, "You're welcome, but I measured your speed, and it's much slower than usual. Is that true?!"
Actually, everyone would assume that this is true, because broadband speeds are often unstable, so they must have experienced insufficient speed at some point. She said, "Yes, I've tried it before and the speed is very slow, it's definitely not 3Mbps!"
I said, "Then it must be a router setting problem, can I come in and take a look?!"
Seeing my uniform, she said without hesitation, "Sure, of course!"
I went inside and found it was a small 500-square-foot unit, divided into three rooms. The small one was a bathroom, and there was also a boss's room. Outside was a large hall filled with cardboard boxes and other odds and ends, with two desks that looked unused.
She led me into the boss's room where the router was located. There was a large desk, a bookcase, and a small sofa, all very messy. There were some women's clothes on the sofa, which must have been hers. She was the only one in the entire office, so it seemed that this was her usual workspace.
I lay on the floor pretending to fiddle with the router, secretly glancing at her long, white toes beneath her stockings—so alluring. Then I sat in her chair and tweaked the computer settings. I saw her username and email address, learning her name was Ziyun, and her original surname was Lin.
I took out a USB cable, plugged it into the computer, installed a custom program, and then ran to the back stairwell to move the broadband cable to the fiber optic cable side.
I was busy, and she didn't want to bother me, so she sat down at one of the tables outside to work. As I passed by, I saw her sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, her toes lightly tapping her high heels, and I couldn't help but swallow hard.
Actually, I had finished my work, but since it was a rare opportunity to be alone with her, I took the chance to rummage through her computer. First, of course, I looked at the websites she usually visited. Many of them were related to her toy trading business, some were online clothing stores, but in the end, I found some online dating platforms and some pornographic video websites.
She hadn't expected anyone to be using her computer, so of course she wasn't on guard. Actually, as a mature woman, looking at these things is perfectly normal, but the thought that this woman I thought about day and night also had such desires suddenly made me feel a little itchy.
I checked her chat history on her dating platform, some of which were quite explicit:
"I really need a dick... Come on, fill my pussy..." "
Down there?! It's already so wet down there... Do you want to lick it?!"
"I'm so lonely at work, do you want to play with me?!"
After reading these messages, her replies were like a mad dog, demanding to see her photos. So I followed the file location and found some erotic photos with her face covered, most of which obscured her breasts. She deliberately covered her breasts, which looked really big, but even without enhancements, I think they were at least a 34C! Most of them only showed her nipples, but a few were photos of her underwear between her thighs, and there were also some photos with less hair. Finally, there were a few photos where her face was accidentally caught in the background, but it seems she didn't upload those pictures.
I found a treasure, so I immediately downloaded them to my USB drive, stored it away, and planned to enjoy them at home.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly ran in. I immediately closed the window, stood up, and said to her, "Yes! Miss, it's all set up. Please try it out."
She stepped in front of me, radiating femininity, and I inhaled deeply, my heart filled with joy. She sat down, focusing intently on the screen. From this angle, I could see her tank top and deep cleavage beneath her shirt. I wondered if I was dreaming; how could I be so lucky!
I showed her some speed testing websites, and she tried them, finding that download and download speeds were close to 100Mbps. She was thrilled; even browsing the web was several times faster. I think she must be thinking that from now on, she won't have to wait when watching porn!
She asked, "I don't understand! I only wanted 3Mbps bandwidth, how did it become 100Mbps?!"
I was still looking at her cleavage, feeling a bit aroused, when she suddenly asked me this, I was startled and said, "Oh, miss... this is a personal gift to you, I won't report it... enjoy this speed until I come back to upgrade next time~" I said, scratching my hair and grinning foolishly.
Then she looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before—a smile. Her eyes, though not large to begin with, were long and alluring, and now they curved into a smile, like a manga girl, so cute! She said,
"Really?! That's so nice... but won't it cause you any trouble?!"
Seeing her like this, I agreed to everything, saying, "It's alright, I installed some software on your computer, so it won't be detected... Don't worry... It's a gift for you!"
She thought for a moment, then seemed puzzled, saying, "This... not every customer has it, right?!"
"Of course not! You're the only free fiber optic user in the entire building!!" I said.
"But...we're complete strangers...how come..." Seeing my gaze and the angle of her stance, she instinctively and subtly adjusted her shirt, as if not wanting me to notice.
I blushed and nervously said, "Actually...actually...it's because...you're the most beautiful customer I've ever met since I started working in this area...so that's why...hehe...anyway, it's company resources...not something I bought myself..."
She was taken aback by my words and immediately adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, looking embarrassed, and said, "Huh?! This...really? Thank you for saying that...hehe~"
They say girls fall in love with their ears; every woman, regardless of age, loves to be complimented on her beauty. The situation was really awkward, and I didn't know how to continue. Suddenly, I fell silent, and she said,
"Well, whatever... thank you anyway... young man, what's your name?"
I took out my business card and said, "My name is Lin Weiye, and this is my mobile number. I see you work alone, right? If you have any computer or network problems, you can call me directly... anytime."
I heard myself say that "anytime" sounded a bit suggestive, but I didn't know how to explain it further to avoid making things worse.
"Oh! What a coincidence, my surname is also Lin, and my husband's surname is Han. Everyone calls me Mrs. Han. We're from the same clan, so she must be your sister!"
I knew my "sister's" private life all too well. She didn't have many friends, and every day she either went to work or went home, and the
same on weekends. The rest of her time was spent visiting her dying husband in the hospital. She was actually quite lonely, so it's no wonder she was willing to befriend a stranger like me. At this point, my original perverted voyeuristic relationship was exposed, and I didn't dare to do anything reckless. I completely forgot about the plan I had previously devised to lure her in, and I could only obediently leave.
But then, suddenly, the computer beeped. A message had arrived. We both looked at the screen; it was a text message from the adult dating website, popping up along with the folder containing the pictures.
The message read, "Stop teasing me, you little slut... Tell me your address, let your brother come and comfort you!!"
I was startled because I had only closed the software window but hadn't completely logged out, so messages were still being sent and received automatically. I looked at this "Sister Ziyun," who was both embarrassed and surprised, because she knew she hadn't logged in this morning; it was obvious I had been spying on her.
She turned around, clearly annoyed. Our eyes met, but she didn't know how to lash out, given how shameful it was. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were glistening with tears. Then, she shifted her gaze to my genitals. I didn't understand either. Following her gaze, I realized that I had been slightly aroused. Was it because of her photo and cleavage, or because I was finally able to be alone with the person I had been longing for? I had no idea.
She seemed even angrier after seeing this. I quickly packed my bag and left without a word. She didn't say a word either, and followed me, closing the door behind her.
I went home feeling disappointed and dejected. I couldn't remember anything I saw or bumped into on the way; everything was blurry. All I could think about were her words and her eyes. At home, hiding in bed, it was already afternoon. I hadn't eaten lunch and had no appetite, so I just browsed the internet.
Suddenly, I remembered that harmful adult dating platform, so I registered and logged in. I remembered her username, so I looked for it and found she was still online. Fear gripped me, and I didn't dare do anything, but seeing her online made me feel like I was nearby. I plugged in my USB drive and looked at the photos. Her breasts were white and smooth, and her thighs were plump and her pubic hair was lush. I couldn't help but masturbate.
Halfway through, lust overwhelmed my reason, and I stopped. I texted her:
"Mrs. Han... It's me, Mr. Lin from this morning... Are you there?!"
No reply.
"I'm so sorry, I was just curious at first... I'm really sorry..." There
was no response again.
"It's alright, I'll tell you the truth... Actually, this isn't the first time I've seen you. To be honest, I bumped into you on the street last Wednesday and was attracted by your beauty, so I followed you for a while... I only learned that you have a husband and that he's seriously ill after hearing what that lecherous old man said to you in the elevator...
Later, before we got to your office, you even gave me directions on how to find room 604, remember?!
I was going to leave, but for some reason, I kept thinking about you. It's a strange kind of magic, I've never experienced anything like this before...
So I stayed downstairs at your office and waited until you left. Then I followed you onto the minibus to your house. Of course, I won't follow you again, it's just me indulging my own fantasies, I can't mess with other people."
But after hearing about your background from the roast meat shop owner, and learning that you've been alone for many years, I wanted to get to know you even more. For the next few days, I followed you after work, knowing your life was monotonous and repetitive, so I wanted to do something...
That's why I created the opportunity to get you broadband internet and gave you a free upgrade. As for snooping on your private information, it was really wrong of me, but thinking about such an attractive beauty like you being alone, of course I couldn't resist seeing those things about you... The
long message went unanswered. Was she not at her computer?
Lost in thought, I went downstairs without thinking. By the time I reached the factory gate, it was already 7 PM. Usually, she would have left by then. Perhaps it was because I knew she wasn't there that I dared to go up and see what was going on. If she wasn't there, I could give up.
To my surprise, the lights were still on inside when I arrived. I nervously walked back and forth in front of the door several times before finally mustering the courage to press the doorbell. After a long time, she finally came out, but she wouldn't open the door. Through the glass door, she said,
"What are you doing here?! You pervert!! You'd better leave now, or I'll call the police!"
I felt sad, but I had to ask the question I came here to ask: "It's okay, you don't have to open the door... but did you see my message?!"
She said, "So what if I saw it?! Am I supposed to be touched?!"
I thought that made sense, so I said, "No... I... I just like you... I'm sorry, don't be afraid, I won't bother you anymore once I leave."
I wanted to let it go, but a wicked thought came to my mind, so I said, "But... can I make copies of your photos... and put them in the building lobby for people to look at?!"
Although there was no response from inside, I knew she heard me.
I said again, "No, no, no, that Mr. Huang must really want to see these, right?! I'll sell them to him first, but I hope he doesn't get a heart attack?!"
With a 'thud,' the door unlocked. I turned around, opened the door, and went in, then locked the door with the horizontal lock. Inside, I saw her leaning against the desk in the living room, her face full of worry. She said,
"What... what do you want?!"
I hadn't really thought about what I wanted, so I said, "I don't know... I think... I just want to get closer to you? I don't need much."
She didn't understand and said, "Get closer?! What do you mean by getting closer? Don't do anything reckless. I'd rather you go and post those photos of mine randomly!" Although she said that, if she wasn't worried, why would she have let me in?
I genuinely said, "I won't do anything wrong. I just want to sit down with you on the sofa."
"Really?! If I do this, you'll promise to delete those photos?!" She led me into her room. I sat down first, and then she sat on a far side of the sofa.
"I want... to hug you... is that okay?!" I said.
"What is this... you might as well just say what you want..." Although she said this, she knew there was nothing to negotiate, so she obediently sat down beside me, and I put my hand on her shoulder. Perhaps because we hadn't been intimate for a long time, the position felt a little strange.
She smelled wonderful, not from perfume, but from her own body, with a slight hint of sweat after a day. I couldn't resist bringing my nose to her neck and sniffing, saying, "Mmm...you smell so good!!!"
She seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Don't talk nonsense...how could I smell so good..."
My gaze drifted to the hem of her skirt and her thighs; the flesh-colored stockings were very alluring, so I said, "Can I touch them?!"
She adjusted her glasses and said, "Can I refuse?!"
So I reached out and placed my hand on the thigh I had fantasized about a hundred times. I gently caressed it, slowly savoring the pleasure of each touch, moving from the outside of her thigh to the inside, but not daring to move too far upwards. After a few times, knowing I wouldn't cross the line, she relaxed and let me enjoy her thighs.
Although she didn't say anything, I could tell from her eyes that she hadn't been touched in a long time, and she felt a slight attraction to my closeness.
She was wary of me touching her private parts, so she stood on tiptoe, her thighs tightly encased in stockings, looking even more alluring. I felt aroused. Sitting on the sofa, her short skirt was inevitably pulled up a bit, revealing most of her thighs. I couldn't help but stare. Seeing my expression, she shyly turned her head away.
I moved closer, gazing at her delicate face, and my hand moved to her thighs, which were folded over each other. I slowly savored those beautiful flesh—the legs of a mature woman. Because they hadn't been exercised much, the muscles were beginning to relax slightly, feeling soft and supple. My penis was already erect, pressing against my pants.
The thought that this beautiful woman, whom I had never met before and had only bumped into on the street, was now alone with me in a room, at my beck and call, filled me with a sense of unease. My heart raced, pounding loudly, and I knew she could hear it.
I pulled her legs closer to me, making her lean against me. She looked at my erect crotch and immediately turned her face away, but her body remained relaxed as she leaned against me.
She whispered, "You...didn't you say it was just to be close to me...? Is it close now?"
I ignored her and pressed my face against her neck. I could smell her faint body odor, a delicate fragrance. I kissed her there, and she flinched. I knew she was nervous, so I said, "Don't worry...I'll stop after this kiss...okay?"
Hearing this, she relaxed and let me kiss her. I became even more audacious, sitting up and taking her hand from her thigh, placing it on her neck, and passionately kissing it. I breathed hot air onto her neck and behind her ears, licking her neck with my tongue. After a few moments, she curled up, her thighs clamping tightly together, clearly feeling itchy.
I abandoned that spot and moved to her earlobe. I teased it a few times with the tip of my tongue, then took the entire earlobe into my mouth. This seemed to be her sensitive spot; she naturally let out an "Ahhh," but immediately masked her pleasure. I pressed my advantage, continuing the wet kiss, and suddenly shoved my entire tongue into her ear canal. The warm, wet sensation sent a shiver down her spine, but surprisingly, she didn't turn her head away. Instead, she gently pulled it towards me, allowing me to continue giving her pleasure.
This location was peculiar because it provided pleasure but wasn't a sexually explicit area, so she let me continue without any reservations. After a while, she gradually softened from the pleasure, closed her eyes, and slightly opened her mouth. Seeing this, I reached out and gently stroked her breasts a few times through her white shirt. Seeing that she didn't resist, I began to caress them.
Mrs. Han's breasts were a C-cup, large and soft, making them particularly sensitive. I knew that women with large breasts usually enjoyed having that area played with, so I massaged them rhythmically, gradually increasing the pressure. At this moment, her face began to flush, and her thighs were no longer bent over, but flat on the ground. Seeing her reaction, I was overjoyed, and my lower body swelled up, pressing high against my crotch.
During this time, she kept her eyes closed, her hands resting lightly at her sides, not daring to move. At this moment, I took her right hand and placed it on my erect crotch, thinking that she gave me some pleasure.
But to her surprise, the shape of the penis jolted her awake. She clearly knew what it was, so she opened her eyes and found herself actually agreeing to let me caress her breasts. She cried out, "No!! You can't!"
Although she said that, her head was still against mine, and she didn't push away the hand on her breasts. I stuck my tongue back and whispered in her ear in a magnetic voice, "Ziyun...don't you need it too...? It's just you and me here...one man and one woman...to satisfy each other...isn't that more...comfortable than you writing those dirty things?"
When I said the word "comfortable," I breathed into her ear. She trembled as if she had been electrocuted and let out a soft "oh." I saw her legs clench slightly, and her face turned red.
Seeing her slow reaction, I realized she was starting to hesitate. I took a USB flash drive out of my pocket and handed it to her, saying, "...Here, I'm returning this to you...Whether you continue or not is your choice...I'm not forcing you..."
She held it in her hand, thinking for a while, wondering if she was truly letting me play with her for the photos or if there was another reason. Then she looked at me with her alluring eyes through her refined black-rimmed glasses. Seeing that she didn't react, I reached between her legs. She slightly opened her thighs, and I put my hand inside, finding her underwear already wet.
She gripped the USB fingers tightly, her hand dangling in the air, her eyes closed again. I gently rubbed my fingers against the surface of her panties, first with straight caresses, then lightly pressing on her clitoris. Her brows furrowed, and she let out a soft moan: "Mmm... mmm..."
I kissed her ear again, and this time her neck leaned against me more noticeably, as if enjoying it. I whispered again, "Ziyun... don't worry... I promise you... let's do it properly this time... and I won't bother you anymore... okay?!"
Her thighs opened wider, and even through her stockings and panties, my fingers were already soaked. She knew that words couldn't express the honesty of her body's reactions. She opened her eyes and looked at me, indicating that she would do as I asked.
But I didn't want her to pretend she was being forced. I started to move my fingers, and she felt the pleasure below increase. She hadn't experienced having her genitals served in years, and she felt satisfied, but her moral principles prevented her from speaking. I asked, "Is it okay?! Is it okay?!"
She still didn't answer, but stared at me with wide eyes and nodded slightly. I retorted sharply, "I can't hear you... Can you do it properly with me?! Please?!!" My hand moved faster, and she was overwhelmed with pleasure, unable to hold back her reply, "Ah... Ah... Okay... Okay!!!" After saying that, her bottom line was crossed, and her hand loosened, the USB fingers falling to the ground. She ignored it, pressing my hand down, guiding me on how to make her feel better. It seemed she was very skilled at masturbation techniques; she became aroused in no time.
I stared wide-eyed at this dignified beauty transforming into the wanton woman in those photos, inwardly shouting, "Women are wonderful!! A lady's wantonness is the most attractive!!!" Seeing
her controlled by physical desire and gradually losing her senses, I suddenly pulled away and crawled to the ground. She hadn't expected this; when I released her, there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes. I knew that at this moment, she was determined and there was no turning back.
I crawled between her thighs, letting her fleshy legs rest on my shoulders. I placed my head in front of her panties covered by stockings, pressing my nose against her warm, moist organ, inhaling freely. Ah~ so her scent there is quite strong!
"Ah!!! The smell... is so strong!!!!"
She clamped her legs together, covered her face with her hands, and said shyly, "No... don't smell it... it stinks there!!"
I not only enjoyed the mature woman's scent, but also stuck out my tongue to lick the stockings, tasting the juices. I knew that this was the beauty fluid I had been fantasizing about for so long, and my lower body was already swollen and a little painful.
"How could this be???!!! I wish I could drink all of this nectar... You have no idea how hot you are right now!!!" She didn't know how to respond to this erotic praise, and just kept laughing lewdly. I had never seen such a sexy, awkward smile before, so I pressed on and said, "Ziyun... thank you!!! Thank you for letting me eat you... I'm so happy... I'd be willing to give up a few years of my life just to smell this scent..."
I spoke sincerely, and licked and rubbed her mouth vigorously. She enjoyed it all, feeling sweet inside. She tilted her head back, crossed her thighs to trap my head, and grabbed my head with both hands, guiding me to serve her.
But the real breaking of the line happened at this moment. She suddenly lifted her waist, slipped her hands under her skirt, and pulled down her panties and stockings to her thighs. Then she stretched her beautiful legs high, pulled them up with her hands, and exposed her entire vulva in front of me. This action startled me. I looked at her and saw that her smile had vanished, replaced by a serious expression, but with a hint of lewdness, as if she were taking control and ordering me to eat her directly.
I gladly obeyed. I noticed that the skin around her vulva was noticeably darker than the rest of her fair skin, confirming that she frequently "exercised" those two fleshy parts. At that moment, thick white fluid seeped from between her legs. I brought my mouth close, using my tongue to scoop up a large amount of the white fluid and swallow it. This action gave her far more conscious pleasure than physical pleasure. I opened my mouth to let her see my own fluid on my tongue, making a lewd expression, swallowing it, and then showing a satisfied look in my eyes. But actually, it tasted really good!!!
Seeing me so enjoying her fluids, she felt a tingling sensation in her heart and cried out, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." More fluids flowed from her vagina. I spread her thighs with my hands, pressed my entire body against hers, and began to eat and drink wildly. My movements became more vigorous, and I ate continuously, quickly swallowing several large mouthfuls of her fluids. She stared at me with excited, almost dazed, expression, her lips pursed in a gesture of affection.
I ate like that for a while, the small office filled with the sounds of dampness and our moans. It was already dark outside. I saw her looking out the window, her reflection shimmering in the light—a woman with her legs spread wide, offering her genitals to a man. The mature woman's legs were in the air, incredibly wanton. Seeing this filled her with extreme satisfaction.
At that moment, primal lust completely overwhelmed reason. The reasons that had brought us to this relationship and this wanton position were no longer important. How could a mature woman, parched for years, resist the natural needs of her body? She suddenly sat up straight, helping me to my feet. With clumsy, impatient movements, she tried to pull down my pants. Seeing her eyes blazing with desire, I easily pulled them down myself, along with my underwear. My long-awaited penis sprang out like a spring, dangling in front of her.
I finally released my erection, feeling a surge of relief. Looking down at her, I saw her mesmerized by what was before her, staring blankly, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and surprise, unsure what to do.
I gently pressed her head, guiding her closer to this object of a woman's desire. Her natural response kicked in; she stuck out her tongue and began licking the glans. Her breathing was rapid, and her hot breath and the sensation from her tongue gave me unparalleled pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out,
"Wow!!!! So good..."
This reaction confirmed her feelings. She gripped my penis tightly with her slender hands and began to stroke it, her tongue curling and licking, occasionally swallowing some of the filth as if it were a delicacy. I thought to myself that this satisfaction must be the same as when I ate her semen earlier. The fact that my own filth could make someone else like it so much was indescribable.
She started to get used to it; memories of serving men, learned years ago, returned. She took the entire glans into her mouth, sucking up and down: "Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!" Interspersed with her moans of pleasure: "Ugh... Oh... Ahh ...
I looked down at the dignified mature woman, now disheveled. Several buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing her flesh-colored bra and full breasts, swaying up and down. Although her tight skirt had been put back in place, covering her lower body, her panties, rolled up in her stockings, were pulled up to her thighs. The sofa was glistening with lingering, wet vaginal fluid. Her sexy high heels remained unmoved, a testament to how sudden this unexpected sexual encounter was, and how desperately we both craved it.
She gradually took my penis deeper and deeper, deliberately trying to give me pleasure. Seeing how hard she was taking it, and hearing the sounds of her gagging as she swallowed, I knew that she was now completely under my lewd control.
Not wanting her to suffer, I took out my penis and started masturbating. Her glasses were already fogged up by the warm, humid air, which only added to her confusion. As I masturbated, I gently tapped her lips, and her eyes widened, revealing an even stronger desire.
Seeing that I was getting aroused, she secretly slipped her hand down to her genitals and gently touched herself, making a loud wet sound. When she heard it, she felt both ashamed and angry.
We watched each other masturbate, but something still felt off. I teased her, "Ziyun...do you usually masturbate like this?!"
She got excited and answered passionately, "Yeah!! That's right...like this...but..."
I finally heard her swear, saying, "But what...my love..." "
Weiye, little brother...big sister...like this, but not satisfied..." Hearing her call me by my name for the first time made me very happy, especially since she referred to herself as "big sister"!!
I felt my arousal reaching its peak, so I released her and said, "Good sister... how will you be satisfied..."
She pouted, one hand constantly fiddling with her labia, while the other automatically took off her shirt, revealing her perfectly white upper body and bra, saying, "I... don't know either... Weiye... what do you think?!"
Ziyun's voice was naturally soft, but her slightly high-pitched tone made her say erotic swear words quite charming. Her coquettish question ignited my passion, and I couldn't resist these flirtatious tricks anymore. I immediately knelt in front of her and said,
"My method... is the most thorough... my dear sister!!" As I spoke, I also took off her shirt and unhooked her bra.
Finally, those plump, soft breasts were placed before me for my enjoyment, but my mind was preoccupied with her other organ. As I suckled on one breast, nibbling at the already erect nipple, my other hand removed the high heel from one leg, pulling down the stockings and panties, placing them on her other beautiful leg. We deliberately didn't remove the clothing from the other leg, knowing that would make what followed even more exciting.
I sucked hard, and her desire intensified. She moaned sweetly, "Oh... Weiye... the way you're sucking... it makes me even more aroused... I can't... I want... I want..."
Hearing her pleading, I was already prepared. I said, "Then I'll come in... good sister..." As I spoke, I aimed my penis, but she exclaimed in surprise, "Ah?! So fast... you're not wearing one yet... do you have one?!"
These words were like a slap in the face. I hadn't done this in years. I'd never seen this part in porn, so I'd forgotten about it. I said, "Sister... this is only my second time... I didn't think about preparing... I'm sorry..."
I saw her expression turn to disappointment, but I still forced myself to hide my desire and said, "Oh... well... it's okay, I'll help you release..."
I felt it was my fault, and I thought that being able to make this beauty like this for me was already very satisfying, so I nodded, stood up, and placed my penis in front of her.
She stood up and removed my remaining shirt, but after a day of activity, I was sweating profusely and smelled strongly of men. I felt embarrassed, but to my surprise, she didn't resist. Instead, she leaned closer to me, sniffing and muttering, "Hmm... manly scent... very good..." Perhaps knowing we wouldn't have intercourse, she suddenly became more proactive and kissed my neck.
Her right hand gently caressed my penis, which I enjoyed. I lowered my face to her delicate, oval face and pressed my lips to hers, but she avoided me.
I tried several times without success, and my penis softened slightly. She noticed and said, "No... I can't kiss..."
I was puzzled. Why was the person in front of me willing to have intercourse but unwilling to kiss? Seeing my reaction, she sniffed me a few more times, her face full of satisfaction. She lightly bit her lower lip, then knelt before me and took my penis into her mouth.
She knew her goal was to make me ejaculate, so she sucked intently, her tongue swirling in her mouth, rubbing the clitoris of my glans. Pleasure surged, but I was still distracted by her not kissing me. No matter how much she sucked, I remained hard. After a while, she looked up, saw my disappointed expression, understood my thoughts, and pulled me down to sit on the sofa.
She straddled my lower abdomen, and I felt her naked, wet lips pressed against my stomach. I felt incredibly happy. Wasn't she forced? Now she was actively using this position to satisfy me. Thinking of this, my lower body stirred again.
She faced me, took off her glasses and tossed them aside. I looked at the glasses marks still on her face, but I was deeply attracted by her beauty without them, and my lower body was already hard again.
She didn't notice, and wholeheartedly let me immerse myself in her, gently saying, "I...I haven't...kissed anyone in a long time...I'm scared...I've only ever kissed my husband before..." Before
she could finish speaking, I couldn't help but press my lips to hers. At first, she kept her lips tightly closed, but after I pushed her tongue around, she finally opened her mouth. I gently licked her tongue. At first, she just hid it in her mouth, but I didn't mind. I kept swallowing her saliva, saying as I kissed her,
"Ah...so sweet...sister's saliva tastes so good...I want more..." After a while, my body heated up, and we embraced. She still inhaled my scent intensely, her desire growing stronger, and her body began to move.
Although we didn't actually penetrate, this imitation position was incredibly pleasurable for both of us. She let go of everything and put her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined wildly, exchanging saliva, kissing passionately. Neither of us wanted to separate, and she became very thirsty, wanting to eat my saliva.
We weren't in a hurry at all. At this moment, in everyone's eyes, we were definitely lovers! She was still worried that I wasn't ready, so she continued to kiss me tenderly for a long time. Kissing is a strange thing; it seems more reserved than intercourse, but in fact, it's much more intimate!
Gradually, I understood why Ziyun had refused to kiss me in the first place. It was because kissing face to face quickly aroused her. Seeing her kissing more and more passionately, her lower body constantly shaking and rubbing, my lower abdomen was now covered in her juices. Her face grew hotter and hotter, her passionate kiss filled with love, and she kept playing with my hair, her body shaking faster and faster.
My penis was already rock hard. Her movements became more vigorous, her buttocks rebounding from my erection. Suddenly, she cried out, "Ah?!" Then she opened her eyes and looked at me shyly, as if she wanted to say something.
Her gaze was sharp, penetrating my very soul. I said, "Ah...ah...yes...it's already hard...I'm having so much trouble..."
She looked at my burning desire, her mind racing, but her body still pounding. She pressed her burning face against my ear and said, "Oh...oh...me too...what should I do...I'm dying..."
Seeing her writhing, almost driven mad by lust, I had no choice but to insert my fingers into her vagina for some relief. My fingers were immediately sucked in; it was already soaked with a thick, wet fluid. The moment I inserted my finger, she went even crazier, abandoning all restraint and crying out:
"Wow!! Ah... Ah... So good... Insert it again... It hurts so much!!!!" She said as she rode my hand, moaning and shaking, fantasizing that she was really doing it!!
Her strength gradually increased, and my hand began to hurt, but the beauty was enjoying herself, so how could I bear to spoil her fun! She shook her head a few times, saw my expression, and knew she was being too selfish. But I teased her without complaint. She stopped, grabbed my engorged penis, and flicked it a few times, saying,
"Come on... I don't care about anything else... I want you inside... okay?!"
These words lifted me to heaven. I looked at her and saw her eyes squinting, her face flushed, as if she were drunk. I looked at her, not believing her words. How could such a noble lady ask me to penetrate her directly... Wasn't she forced?
Seeing that I didn't react, she took a handful of her vaginal fluid from her labia and used it as lubricant on my dry penis, wanting me to experience the pleasure she could give me. She said, "Ah... Weiye... Sister begs you... Please come in... I'm so itchy I'm going crazy... Please hurry..." As she spoke, she brazenly twisted her waist.
Seeing that she was completely powerless to resist, I pressed my face against her and kissed her, pulled her hand off my genitals, and held her hand tightly. She naturally moved her body back slightly, and I thrust my penis in with a "thud," completely penetrating her body.
She reacted strongly, arching her back and shouting, "
Ah
...
I started moving without her saying anything. Her vagina was so tight, it held me tightly. This was the first time I hadn't used a condom, and the warm, wet, and slippery feeling was so wonderful. With each thrust, I felt my head tighten, and all the sensations in my body were magnified tenfold.
The woman-on-top position was really enjoyable on the sofa. Her naked upper body was right in front of me, and I could see her C-cup breasts swaying up and down, her nipples bouncing. As I moved, I pulled up her skirt to allow her thighs to move freely. At that moment, I saw her thick, black pubic hair. Her movements synchronized with mine, allowing each thrust to penetrate deep into her, the glans pressing against her cervix. We both cried out simultaneously,
like a chorus, our voices in unison: "Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!!"
We rocked wildly, mesmerized, in this position for several minutes. Her face was still flushed, but her eyes were filled with satisfaction, a smile appearing with each fullness—the most direct expression of animalistic pleasure.
I hadn't had sex in a long time and was inexperienced. Her constant flow of vaginal fluid soaked my entire lower body; the slippery sensation brought me close to orgasm. I knew she wasn't satisfied yet, so I tried my best to control myself, but the more I tried to restrain myself, the more easily I became aroused. I had no choice but to stop halfway and pull out, leading her to the desk. She took off her stockings and short skirt, but because I was much taller than her, she understood and automatically put her sexy high heels back on. She came to the desk, bent over, and raised her plump buttocks, ready to receive me.
I looked at her naked body, the high heels under her beautiful legs carrying a lewd connotation, and then penetrated her from behind. We had only been separated for a short while, but when we reunited, the intense pleasure of penetration returned. Her buttocks were struck, and she felt a surge of pleasure, moaning loudly:
"Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! It's so hard!!! Baby...you're making me feel so good!!!!!!!!!"
I thrust faster and faster, my hands simultaneously playing with her breasts from behind, gently flicking her nipples with my fingers. She cried out even more wildly:
"Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! You're so naughty!!! Ohhhh!!! Ahhh!!!!"
I was getting excited, gently patting her buttocks, panting as I said, "Ah...ah...good sister...are you comfortable...ah...ah...ah..."
She turned to look at me, nodding and saying, "...?...?...?...love...I...feel very comfortable..."
Seeing her disheveled, wanton appearance, I felt very proud that I had aroused this beauty so much, and said, "Ah...ah...it's just a pity I promised...only this once...ah...ah..."
She pouted and said, "...?...?...?...it was my fault...originally..." "Come here... this feels so good... Sister... I want it every night~ Ah!!! Ah!!! That's it... That's it... Can you go harder..."
Hearing her say this, I was overjoyed, so I increased my strength and thrust harder, saying, "Good!!! Ah... Ah... Is this how it is?!!! Ah... Ah... Ya!!!"
She turned her face away without making a sound, gritting her teeth and enjoying it, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. I immediately turned her around, pushed over the things on the table, moved her whole body onto the table, and then climbed on top of her, using the traditional position to have sex with her. This way, I could penetrate deeper, and my body could hold her. She excitedly stretched her legs up and kicked, accepting each of my thrusts.
I stretched out my arms and pulled her hands back, exposing her lower body fluids. Her body odor filled her nose, and the stimulation of the scent triggered her most primal hormones. Her body stretched again, and the pleasure in her lower body increased. At this moment, she took a sniff and exclaimed, "Wow!!!! Such a fragrant masculine scent... I love men so much!!!!"
I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen, and I was about to climax. So I released her hands, grabbed her soft thighs, pressed them down, and thrust wildly and at high speed. She felt my body and said reluctantly, "Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Shoot on my face... Don't be afraid... I like it... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh..."
I used all my strength to hold back, and after a while she couldn't make a sound, her breathing was rapid, her brows were furrowed, and she bit her lower lip. I couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Ahhh! Ahhh ..." "Ah! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! I can't take it anymore... Can you... shoot inside me...? Good sister!!! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"
She was so close to climax that she couldn't speak, only repeatedly screaming, "Ah!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!!" But finally she said, "Ahhhh... This is dangerous... I'll get pregnant... Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!" "!"
Although I wanted to pull out, I couldn't control my body. I said, "Ahhh! Ahhh! But... it feels so good... Ahhh! Ahhh! Do you really want me to stop... Ahhh! Ahhh!"
Her body kept swaying, and suddenly she squeezed my waist tightly with her thighs, barely managing to say, "Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Don't stop... Don't stop... Shoot... Let's go together... Go!!! Fill me... Fill me!!!"
This accepting statement 　　pushed me to orgasm, and I finally couldn't hold back
: "Wahh ...

Her face seemed to show pain, but her thighs were tightly clamped around me, all the muscles in her beautiful body tensed, and she bit her lower lip until it almost bled. With each spurt of hot semen into her uterus, her body convulsed like an epileptic, and even after I ejaculated, she twitched a few more times.
I lay on top of her, completely exhausted, but unexpectedly, even after her arousal, she would take the initiative to kiss me on the lips. Women are truly wondrous. Reluctantly,
I pulled out my softened penis, and instantly a large amount of white semen flowed out, forming a large puddle on the table. I looked at her with regret, but she seemed to light up, her skin glowing with a rosy hue. She leaned softly against me, exuding charm, and said, "Baby... this is exactly what I need... don't worry, let it come... I haven't been this happy in a very long time... any consequences are worth it... come! Kiss me!!!"
The plot took an unexpected turn. How could I have imagined that she would become like this after being baptized by sex? I picked her up, placed her on the sofa, and embraced her, kissing her.
After getting dressed, we went to the tea restaurant downstairs for dinner. I told her I usually waited for her there after work. Then we started to get to know each other. It turned out she used to be her husband's secretary, and he had pursued her for many years before she accepted him. But unexpectedly, he was diagnosed with brain cancer a little over a year after their marriage, and his condition had worsened over the past five years. Recently, he no longer recognized people. She was really lonely. In the past few years, she had been busy taking care of him and managing her work, and her social circle had become very narrow. She had no friends, and her family was in China.
It turned out she was just forty years old, more than sixteen years older than me. She asked me why I was interested in a mature woman like her, and I couldn't answer. I only knew that I was attracted to her the day I met her. Maybe it was fate. But I also laughed and said that I have always liked mature women. I even choose mature actresses when I watch porn. Although she said I was a bit of a pervert, she was all smiles.
After dinner, I took her back to Mei Foo. She knew I lived in Kwun Tong and didn't need to take her, but I said I was worried that she wouldn't pay attention to my little brother anymore when she woke up tomorrow, so I wanted to enjoy more time together. She agreed.
When I arrived at her building, I saw that the roast meat shop was closed. I said,
"Han... no, dear sister... but goodbye, tonight... thank you... don't worry... I'll delete all the photos as soon as I get home... hehehe."
She brushed her hair aside and gently adjusted her glasses. She was such a beautiful woman, so elegant. She said, "Ziyun... call me Ziyun, Weiye, I like it when you call me that. Tonight... I'm so happy, it feels like a burden from many years ago has been lifted off my shoulders, I feel so relaxed... I should thank you... as for those photos... I think you should keep them... to admire them often!"
We smiled at each other and then went our separate ways. After she pressed the door lock, she suddenly turned around and said,
"Weiye!! Weiye!!" I turned around and ran back, saying, "Ziyun, what's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing... I was worried you'd be tired... Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee before you leave?" she said, looking down.
"Oh?! This..." I didn't expect her to say that.
"Anyway... today isn't... over yet..." she said shyly.
I was overjoyed. She reached out her hand for me to take, and we went home together.
We didn't have coffee. That night, the beautiful Ziyun and I had a wonderful, comfortable lovemaking session on her own bed until midnight. After that, she didn't change at all and continued to enjoy herself with me. We would stay at her house three nights a week, and the rest of the time she would stay at my house. She would also tidy up my things and cook some delicious food for us. Mature women are so nice.
I always accompanied her to the hospital to visit her husband. Of course, I would wait downstairs. She said that after having me, her life had direction, and she no longer had to face things alone, which made her feel much better.
Six months later, her husband finally passed away. I did my best to help her with the funeral arrangements, which relieved her even more. She showed no sadness during the funeral.
Until last week, I proposed to my love, who is sixteen years older than me—a double celebration! Although my father and all my friends strongly opposed it, I still feel like the happiest person in the world!! Since no one is blessing such a happy event, I can only tell this story here—a love story that originated from following someone!!
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