A Spring Breeze Intoxicates Me with a Mature Woman

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Everyone experiences a period of confusion after achieving a goal. That's how it is for me. After
finishing one piece, I simply can't find the inspiration or energy to continue with the next. It's
like a man after an orgasm—it's hard to go for a second thrust. So I wander the internet, chatting aimlessly
with people I don't know.

While I can be quite blatant online at times, most of the time I'm a listener,
offering advice. Sometimes I feel like I'm more of a
therapist than a pervert online.

I met her in a QQ chat room. After a few formulaic flirtations, the damn internet
kept failing to send the message. I sent her a friend request, and she accepted. Her name was beautiful: "
Drunk with Falling Flowers." Essentially, I'm a very romantic person. Looking at her name, I couldn't help but
imagine her amidst falling flowers, dressed in ancient white robes, gracefully moving, captivating me.

She was 35, an accountant, with a child in elementary school, and a husband she often complained about. I always
asked her sincerely about her work and life, but never anything sexual.
She gradually opened up and began to share her worries and joys. Perhaps with the arrival of spring, people often experience
stirrings of emotion. One day, I suddenly described to her how I loved walking hand-in-hand with her under the shade of trees on a spring night,
embracing and admiring the night view over the river. "I will kiss your hair," I said. Perhaps this ignited a longing within her. She
replied online, "Baby, you're so romantic."

Actually, it was just a beautiful fantasy in my mind. I didn't know what she looked like. Although I had asked
for her photos several times, she always said she didn't have any. I didn't have high hopes. One night, however, she suddenly sent me
her photo. The person in the photo was a very elegant young woman, wearing glasses, with very fair skin, and
lips that I liked very much. I told her I thought she was beautiful.

Perhaps all stories begin with a touch of ambiguity; after all, we're not beasts. Another night,
she came online and told me that her husband was playing games and ignoring her. She missed me and wanted to see me. I said, "Then come see me."
After a moment's hesitation, she agreed to meet me at the university gate.

When I rushed over, I immediately noticed her under the lamplight; she looked quite petite, her purple trench coat
blending with the surroundings to exude a unique, mature charm. I walked over and put my arm around her waist, strolling like a familiar
couple . After a few steps, we reached a dark shady spot under a tree. She suddenly stopped, and I boldly embraced her,
our cheeks rubbing together. She murmured, "I missed you, I missed you, baby." She rested her head on my shoulder, and we were quiet,
like ghosts merging into the darkness. Footsteps by the roadside startled us.

"Shall we sit and rest in the woods ahead for a while?" I asked. She nodded, and we
nestled together in the university woods, known as the "Happy Woods." Several couples were already there. We
chose an empty spot and sat down, her lap resting on my legs. I lovingly kissed her hair, her cheeks, her
ears , and her head writhed restlessly.

"So beautiful, so beautiful, baby." She finished speaking and passionately captured my lips, her small, fragrant tongue slipping into my
mouth . Our tongues touched, intertwined, as if trying to deeply entwine each other's souls
. My penis quickly became erect because of her passion, pressing against her plump buttocks. While we kissed passionately,
one hand secretly caressed her breasts through her clothes. They felt so soft; my hand couldn't even
grasp them.

"Baby, your breasts are so big, I love them," I sincerely complimented.

"I used to buy large-size bras, but I only found out I'm a D cup a few days ago.
They're not as elastic as before, though. Do you like it?" Perhaps it was traditional Chinese upbringing that made this mature woman only
now understand what bra size meant, or perhaps tradition made her feel somewhat inferior about her large breasts. She asked me timidly.

"I love it!" My hand tentatively slipped inside, and she cooperated by unbuttoning her trench coat. I then
followed the bottom edge of her bra to her beautiful breasts. My hand slipped inside her bra, feeling its
breathtaking softness, and I played with her large, erect nipples. She sighed softly and couldn't help but
start frantically licking my face, my ears, my neck, and her buttocks began to sway, pressing against my penis with a dull
ache. I unhooked her bra, completely freeing her enormous breasts, and my fingers squeezed and kneaded them. Because her
breasts were so soft, my fingers sank deep into her flesh. This was the kind of
D-cup you only see in porn! A strange excitement surged within me.

I manipulated her body, making her lie back to me in my arms. Not far below us was a basketball court,
and under the lights, some students were shouting and playing. Six meters behind us was a main road on campus, and not far to our
left was a couple on a stone bench. I slowly pulled up her clothes, revealing her stunningly full
breasts in the dim light. Though slightly sagging, they were enormous, with
deep
the ecstatic sensation of my penis moving within. What a scene! Under the lamplight, amidst the students' chatter and
the occasional footsteps, the breasts of a mature woman were displayed before me. I cupped the lower edge of her enormous breasts with both hands and
gently shook them, the beautiful breasts creating graceful waves.

Perhaps this stimulation also made her lose her senses; she tilted her head back, eagerly chasing my lips. I
responded passionately, sucking on her tongue, my hands playing with her proud breasts, gently twisting and stretching her
nipples. Suddenly, I released them, and the nipples snapped back, eliciting a soft cry from her. My fingers, like ants
crawling, slowly slid across her waist, her lower abdomen, and her breasts. She was quickly
aroused by me, her legs clenching and relaxing repeatedly, her tongue frantically licking my ear. Looking at her flushed
face and rapid breathing, I felt a surge of pride, a man conquering a woman.

But as my hand slid down her lower abdomen, she suddenly snapped out of her daze and grabbed my hand, "
I'm sorry , baby, I got my period." I felt no displeasure, still passionately caressing and kissing her,
perhaps lost in the beauty of the night.

I suddenly remembered we were supposed to cuddle together and watch the river, so I led her to the road near the riverbank on the university campus.
There was a protruding platform, about 50 meters below which flowed the Yangtze River. She gripped the railing
, and I embraced her from behind, my hands grasping her breasts. Lights twinkled on the river, and
traffic thronged the bridge in the distance. A gentle evening breeze ruffled her hair, occasionally brushing against my face. This scene stirred our passion
again ; she leaned back and we kissed passionately. I caressed her breasts with all my might—grasping, pinching,
twisting, pulling, kneading, and squeezing—completely oblivious to the whispering couple nearby. I felt like I was
about to explode; my penis was unusually engorged. I frantically and subtly thrust my lower abdomen,
rubbing my penis against her buttocks. She felt my heat, looked at me with a hint of reproach, and kissed me passionately.

Tired from standing, we went to a pavilion-like corridor below the platform. There were already
three couples there, all embracing passionately, though it was difficult to see clearly in the darkness. We went to an empty
bench, sat side by side, and shared another passionate kiss. I pulled up her shirt, letting her breasts bask in
the spring breeze, and then I unzipped my pants, pulling out my already incredibly aroused penis. She grasped it like a precious treasure, stroking it
up and down. Her hands were gentle, and this unusual stimulation made my penis tremble a few times.

"Baby, you're so big and hard," she said, almost trembling.

"Bigger than him, harder than him?" My subconscious sadistic heart made me blurt out the question, while vigorously
kneading her large breasts.

"Bigger than him, harder than him, baby, I love you! I feel so itchy down there, I want you so much!"
Mature women are so lovable; they are always easily swayed by lust.

"Doesn't he want you well? How long has it been since he's had you?" Perhaps I'd read too many articles on adult entertainment, but
a fantasy of fucking her hard in a doggy-style position in front of her husband surfaced in my mind. She swayed her plump buttocks, her two large breasts
dangling , and let out wanton moans. This fantasy made my penis swell even more in her hands.

"Don't mention him, okay?" she said, then lowered her head, her warm mouth quickly enveloping my glans. Her
nimble tongue tapped at my urethral opening, sending shivers down my spine. Her tongue lovingly licked along the ridge of my penis,
consuming every last drop of my arousal fluid. I hadn't even showered yet, and she was already
swallowing my manhood, which reeked of a strong, musky scent, into her mouth. I felt as if my penis was
being sucked and manipulated by her in a tidal wave. Because it was so stimulating, I would occasionally pull my penis out and rub it against her face to reduce my excitement.
It was in this spring breeze, in the night, on a bench facing the river,
amidst the intimacy of other couples within about three meters, that a mature woman was swallowing my penis, her large, white breasts changing
shape in my hands. I felt I was nearing my climax and immediately pulled her up.

"Am I not eating well?" she asked innocently. I even found it quite adorable, like a little girl.

"Very good, my darling, your little mouth almost made me cum. But I don't want to cum so soon, I
want to enjoy you to the fullest." I had her sit facing me astride the bench, my hands jiggling her breasts as I
vigorously sucked on her tongue. Her passion erupted instantly; she pulled up her shirt and brought her large breasts to
my lips. I took her left breast into my mouth and sucked on it with gusto, my tongue
licking , deliberately avoiding touching it, while my right hand kneaded her right breast. When the tip of my tongue touched her nipple
, her body trembled violently. I quickly took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, occasionally
biting it gently with my teeth. Her head was held high, offering her breasts to me, her snow-white neck standing out in the night.
Her two large breasts were disproportionate to her petite body, incredibly alluring. I kissed both of her breasts alternately,
her nipples quickly becoming erect in my mouth.

Anxiety made her suddenly push me away, then she knelt between my legs and once again swallowed my penis with her mouth.
I held her head and thrust, and she held me tightly, making it feel like I was entering her vagina. The warmth
and wetness almost made me ejaculate several times. I pulled her up, cupping her breasts with both hands from the sides to clamp my
penis. The soft flesh, moistened by her saliva, allowed my monstrous penis to ravage smoothly in her cleavage.
She actively cupped her breasts, her upper body rising and falling, using her cleavage to squeeze my penis. "Look at me, baby!" I had aroused
my masculine rage. She obediently looked up, giving me a breastjob while her trembling, dreamy eyes looked at me.
Our eyes met, and we forgot about time and place. I lovingly stroked her hair, and she increasingly vigorously
used her breasts to envelop my penis, even sweating from the effort.

"I'm going to come!" "I could no longer control myself, thrusting wildly into her cleavage. She immediately
lowered her head , enveloping my penis in her mouth, sucking and stroking it with her hand. My body trembled violently, and suddenly
I erupted fiercely, one or two streams flowing as I ejaculated. She held my penis in her mouth, motionless, her tongue sucking
as I released my semen into her mouth. Her buttocks swayed from side to side, as if I were watering her little
pussy. After seven or eight thrusts, I finally ejaculated, too exhausted to move. She spat out the semen in her mouth and then
came back to lick my penis clean from head to toe before putting it back in my pants.

'Did you like it, baby?' I was really moved by her, and asked her after kissing her.

'I liked it. I look forward to truly getting drunk with you again next time.' After saying that, she shyly buried her head in my arms.

This spring night was so wonderful,' I murmured to myself."

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