[A Mature Woman's One-Night Record]

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Two months have passed, but I still remember it vividly. I'm a 31-year-old office worker with a steady

girlfriend. My job often involves sending simple gifts to clients during holidays. That year, the gifts were

gift boxes of famous preserved meats from Hsinchu. I remember buying 230 boxes, and it was during this haggling process that I met her.

She was 39 years old, 155 cm tall, and weighed 45 kg. She had a hairstyle like Stefanie Sun's, neither too long nor too short, very

charming , so you can imagine she must have been quite attractive in her youth. She was from Hualien, divorced, and her children and family lived in her hometown of Hualien.

She came to work on the west coast. She told me that she used to work as a junior employee in a private company and also as a

cashier in a small shop, though I wasn't very clear on the details. Anyway, Taiwanese Mandarin has a slightly rustic accent.

We met through work; her job was quite normal and simple—just a cashier in a shop. After we got to know each other, we chatted

and discovered that she lived near the Hsinchu Interchange, while I lived in Zhubei, which was actually quite close. So, she mostly

took the bus home from work; that bus went to Guandong Bridge. I don't know why, but I had a special fondness for her; I

guess it's what they call a preference for mature women.

Although we knew each other through work, and there might be opportunities to work together again in the future—we both

buy —we had a pretty good relationship.

That day after work, on a whim, I called her. It was actually quite awkward, because I'd never asked a mature woman

out for dinner before, so I was just trying my luck. She said she didn't get off work until 10 pm, and I went along with it,

saying, "I'm working overtime today too, so I can pick you up on the way." She didn't seem to mind, probably

just embarrassed to bother me, so I said, "Don't mention it, I'm just going that way." Actually, I

already

the time came, I called her and said, "I'm about to get off work, I'll be passing by your shop, wait for me there

." After we arranged to meet, she was there, but she really was an ordinary person—light makeup, a simple suit, and very ordinary

high heels—but we were still very easy to chat with!

Damn, time really flies! We were already at the alleyway to her house. I did manage to stalk her a

few times , because she was wearing black underwear, and the thin suit subtly revealed the outline of it. This made me even more certain she

was probably quite provocative in private. I gave her a ride twice more in the following days, since I couldn't use working overtime every day as an excuse.

But then an opportunity arose. She had a day off before the end of the month, and I, of course, was free to use the company car. Salespeople have a lot of freedom,

and I could drive around in the company car. However, since she wanted to sleep until the afternoon, we arranged to meet at 6 pm. I told

her I'd take her to fun places, since she hadn't really explored anything in the year she'd been in Hsinchu. Before leaving, I unceremoniously

drank a bottle of "Man Niu" (a popular Chinese liquor), feeling like something was about to happen, haha!

When the time came, I went to pick her up. As we approached the alleyway, I saw a stylishly dressed woman with a similar hairstyle. As the car

drew closer, I realized it really was her: a red tight-fitting t-shirt, a black mini leather skirt, black stockings, and high-heeled sandals. Those

sandals really had a brothel vibe—thin, high heels, no wonder she used to work at a brothel.

During dinner, I noticed her makeup was much heavier, giving her a glamorous look. She spoke with a slight Taiwanese accent, otherwise she

'd be absolutely gorgeous—I really wanted to devour her! After dinner, I took her to Xinfeng Tiande Hall to see the Hsinchu night view. She seemed quite happy

. On the mountain, I tried to make eye contact with her, and surprisingly, she actually looked back at me and said

, "What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"

Seeing that there weren't many people around, I boldly took her hand and said a few sweet nothings, which she didn't seem to object to.

Later, after holding hands briefly, because my hands were sweaty, she said, "You've gotten me wet." That was quite provocative,

and I immediately said, "Really? Let me touch." She laughed happily.

It was nine o'clock, time to take her to a TV-pub on Guangfu Road for a quick drink. Everything

was still within the planned scope. The pub was quite empty; there were only two tables occupied, so I

chose a corner table. We started by sitting face-to-face, each drinking two Long Island Iced Teas (strong and

smooth , the perfect drink to get a woman drunk). I noticed her face was flushed; she was probably getting drunk, time to make my move.

I sat down next to her, both of us facing away from the customers and waiters. I placed my hand on her thigh; she didn't

resist . I lifted her leather skirt, and although she resisted slightly, she eventually gave in. Her

red panties were visible through her black stockings, so I casually asked, "Is your bra red too?" She nodded, her eyes hazy

.

Damn, at this point I couldn't care less about the people behind us; the chatting customers were getting quite close. I said, "I

want to see your underwear. Lift up your clothes so I can see." I half-commanded her, my hand already

roaming for a while. But she seemed to be getting more and more into it; her legs automatically opened, and she leaned against my shoulder.

Red underwear, it really was red underwear! My moral compass had completely vanished. Wanting to see her

nipples , I reached up and pulled up her red bra, her stockings down to her thighs, my fingers already darting towards her wet

, pubic opening. One hand twirled her nipple, the other slid into her opening—literally, slid in, because she was already soaking wet

. The hot, wet sensation was indescribable; if my hand were a penis, you can imagine how pleasurable it would be!

Her front was completely exposed; of course, you couldn't see her back. I moved closer to her cheek and realized she wanted to kiss

me. I already wanted to have her, so there was no time for hesitation. I lightly touched her lips. It

was 11 pm in the shop, and it seemed more crowded. Because of the repeated, simultaneous pleasure from my thrusting,

her breathing to moan softly.

At that moment, all I wanted was penetration, but not wanting to be labeled as indecent, I told her, "I'll take you

somewhere to rest." I paid the bill and left.

After leaving the pub, she was a little dizzy and unsteady on her feet, but I still helped her into the car. I headed straight for

"Sweet Honey Motel" because it was cheap and safe, though a bit old.

At the motel, I said, "Shall we take a shower? Let's take a bath together." She was more

sober then, but what had to be done was still done! Haha!

This time I wasn't going to hold back; I definitely had to get her hands on me. I went straight for a French kiss. I figured she

was a novice, so she shouldn't have any diseases. I wasn't thinking about that at the time; I just wanted to make her feel like she was in heaven. But I do

have a little fetish: I like it when women wear pretty high heels during sex, and she happened to be wearing sexy high-heeled sandals. Damn!

We started with 69, mutual sucking. She was indeed a novice, fresh and odorless, but her sucking skills were so-so.

I noticed she was twitching as I licked her pussy, and the most intense thing was when she yelled, "I want it! It's so good (Taiwanese)..."

Damn!

She sat on me without a condom, and while I was still looking at the condom on the bedside table, she put my penis into her

very wet pussy. She kept writhing, like a volcanic eruption, writhing and writhing, and honestly, I was a little

scared. Damn! It felt like I was dealing with a perverted woman, and my penis felt like it was just a tool for her to release her desire.

I started to fight back, and she was so light, so I picked her up in a "train bento" style and fucked her, making her face and neck

veins bulge. She enjoyed it even more than I did. I just felt so good, so wet, and so hot, my penis was being enveloped by a hot scallop

, and scallop juice kept flowing out.

I came, inside her, I didn't want to come outside at all, I came straight inside. So good! So good! So good!

On the way back, she was still half-drunk and half-drunk. I hoped she wouldn't break off our relationship like this. I

asked her, "Are you going back to your hometown for the New Year?" She nodded.

Two days later, I tried contacting her. Her phone rang, but she didn't answer. I hung up, feeling bad about

bothering her any further. I didn't go to her shop until the day I needed to settle accounts with her at the company. She wasn't there,

and when I asked, I learned she had gone home early for the Lunar New Year due to family matters. I didn't dare ask too many questions, afraid her colleagues would notice something was amiss.

Now it's March, and she still hasn't returned to Hsinchu. I remembered her saying she wanted to go back to her hometown to work so she could

take care of her child. I think that's for the best. X-Chi, I wish you a safe and smooth journey ahead.

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