Original Mia-1

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. A long time ago, I read Sandrea's series of posts. Her writing style was very fluent, and she seemed like someone who really knew how to enjoy life. Looking back, my life trajectory over the past few years has been very similar to Sandrea's.
My own love life is quite similar to Sandrea's; although I'm married, my relationship with my husband is bland. We were closer in the first few years, but gradually drifted apart. Gradually, we each did our own thing, without interfering with each other, yet we managed to get along peacefully.
In recent years, I've gradually become interested in some more exciting outdoor sports. Perhaps it's because being a wife for so long has made my previously mundane and routine life dull, and coupled with the coldness in my relationship with my husband, my life has become increasingly aimless. By chance, I met a friend who introduced me to off-road racing, which sparked a new interest in me, and of course, led to a memorable romantic encounter.
I remember it was an autumn day; I had just finished work and was thinking of relaxing at a bar that evening. It was a slow-paced bar I frequented—the atmosphere was just what I liked, because I could control the rhythm myself, and I'd had a few good experiences there. I'll dedicate a chapter to it later.
Before going to the bar, I needed to fill up my car with gas. As soon as the car came to a stop and I opened the door, I noticed a sports car parked across the street. A rather burly man was leaning against the gas pump, looking at his phone. My first thought was, "How could this guy be so stupid? Doesn't he know it's best not to use your phone while refueling?" Just as I was thinking this, the boy suddenly turned around and glanced at me. That casual glance, his gaze clearly lingered on me for a long time. At that moment, I felt a little resentful, thinking this boy was somewhat impolite.
I'm not tall, slightly overweight, and of average build. Although I'm over 30, because of my fair skin, many people think I'm only in my early 20s. I usually like to wear high heels and short skirts, even when driving. That day, I was wearing a white dress, slightly low-cut, with a small portion of my back exposed. There were two small bows on each shoulder. The boy stared at me for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand, held up two fingers, and gestured at me.
"Why is this boy so strange?" I lowered my head, ignoring him, my face slightly flushed, a little annoyed. Just as I was fuming, I suddenly remembered that when I got on the bus, my left shoulder felt a little tight from the seatbelt, so I casually untied the bow. Thinking of this, I looked up and, sure enough, there it was. Two white ribbons were dangling from my left shoulder. Oh, that's what the boy was referring to. I smiled back at him gratefully. As I looked up again, I noticed his gaze was fixed on my left shoulder. I realized that because the upper part of my dress was connected by ribbons at the shoulder, my left shoulder was partially exposed, and I could see the bra strap.
Instantly, my face flushed red. I was annoyed with the boy, but I couldn't quite bring myself to be angry. After all, he meant well by reminding me, and the wardrobe malfunction was my own carelessness. Thinking of this, I quickly fastened my belt, smiled back at the boy, mouthed "thank you," and turned to get into the car.
Even after getting in, my face was still a little flushed, and I felt secretly shy. I remembered the boy's face; he was somewhat handsome and seemed rather quiet. Let's call him A here.
A week after meeting A at the gas station, my girlfriend invited me to look at SUVs. This girlfriend was my best friend since childhood, we grew up in kindergarten. You could say we spent our adolescence together; I remember her first time holding hands with a boy, her first kiss, even her first hole-in-one. After my relationship with my husband broke down, even though she was married, my girlfriend remained very supportive, often accompanying me out to cheer me up.
At this off-road event, I met A again. It turned out he was one of the race drivers. We became friends. He enthusiastically taught me how to drive a race car and even raced with me. However, during that time, we remained just friends.
After several races together, we finally took the final step.
It was the last practice session before the official race. Having already driven several times beforehand, I was familiar with the roads and understood the various turns. So this practice was purely a warm-up. That evening after practice, I had a date with my girlfriend. After several flirtatious encounters, I had lowered my guard around A. So, I actually went to practice in high heels and a tight-fitting short skirt, completely out of it. After arriving at the track, I changed into my sneakers. Just as I was about to change into my racing suit, A said, "No need, it's just a warm-up. You don't need to drive fast. You're quite cool like this."
Anyone who's driven an off-road vehicle knows that race car windows aren't completely closed. Therefore, the wind can be very strong, which is why you need a helmet. As A spoke to me, I looked at his handsome face, my heart fluttering. But what I was thinking about was wearing a skirt, the wind blowing directly between my legs—how cool that would be! Thinking of this, my face flushed slightly. Luckily, the sun was bright enough that A probably couldn't see it.
After changing my shoes and getting in the car, the seatbelt was in place. I sighed softly and was about to shift gears and start driving when A turned around and said seriously, "Be careful." He even took the opportunity to pat my shoulder with his left hand. It landed right on my bra strap. I recalled the moment I first met A at the gas station, and couldn't help but playfully complain, "You're so annoying!" as I drove, my face flushed.
We drove in silence, he giving instructions, and I following them: turning, upshifting, downshifting. Our coordination remained impeccable. When we reached our destination, it was a grassy area beside a lake, with a few swaying green trees—very pleasant.
I parked the car, walked to the front, and couldn't help but stretch. At that moment, I could feel A's gaze fixed on me. I felt a little smug. "
Looks like I still have some charm," I thought to myself.
The sunlight was a bit strong, but the breeze was pleasant. I casually untied my hair, and my long hair cascading down my shoulders instantly captivated A.
I pretended not to notice, but A spoke up, "Mia, the scenery here is beautiful, let me take a picture of you."
"Sure,"
A said, and had me turn around so my back was to the sun, leaning against the hood of the car. The iPhone flash went off. He walked up to me, handed me his phone, and asked me to look at the pictures.
Because of the lighting, my skin looked very fair in the photos; A had a great eye for framing the shots, perfectly showcasing my shapely figure. Looking down at the photos, I noticed that my chest looked particularly full. As I was examining them closely, A said, "You're so beautiful, Mia."
Looking up, I saw A staring intently at me, his serious expression incredibly alluring. My face flushed slightly. "No, I'm not that fat."
"No, you're not fat at all. This is maturity." "A mature woman, a woman of elegance"
—women love to hear compliments, and my heart fluttered. "You're so good with words."
"Mia, it's always been like that. You have a great figure, and your skin is so fair. I really don't know why your husband isn't more intimate with you."
Actually, my husband and I still have some feelings for each other, but not sexually. Years of blandness have left us just family members who meet occasionally. When A brought this up, I actually missed my husband a little. In an instant, my mood plummeted.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, we have to go back." After saying that, I went to the driver's side to open the car door.
"Mia, wait, there's something on your shoulder."
"What is it?"
"Let me get it off for you."
"Okay."
A patted my shoulder a few times, her slightly rough fingers touching my right shoulder, the touch making my body tense up a little. After saying
"It's a little dirty
," A's hand remained on the shoulder, slowly stroking it.
My lower abdomen began to tighten, and I felt my nipples slowly hardening.
Heavy breathing echoed in the back of my neck, and I heard A's voice behind me. "Rest a little longer," he
said. I didn't reply, just leaned quietly against the car door. The reflection in the glass revealed A's focused face; he was watching me intently.
His other hand rested on my shoulder, massaging it.
"Ah, mmm, mmm..." The massage felt wonderful, and I couldn't help but moan.
A continued watching me; I felt a little shy and closed my eyes. Those magical hands didn't leave, continuing to massage my aching shoulders.
Suddenly, I felt something hard gently touch my back, and my skin involuntarily tightened. A masculine scent began to emanate from the back of my neck. "Such strong pectoral muscles," I unconsciously leaned back slightly, feeling a sensual atmosphere slowly rising within me.
His groping hand didn't stop, slowly sliding down towards my chest. I didn't feel much; the physical pleasure had left me somewhat numb.
"You're so soft," his deep voice whispered in my ear, the masculine scent making my cheeks flush even more. Opening my eyes, I instantly realized his groping hand was already on my chest.
The reflection in the glass showed a black hand slowly pressing against the center of my white skirt, while another hand roamed over my chest, the pressure on my nipples making me moan involuntarily.
"Ah, but okay, stop, we can't..."
"Mia, close your eyes, we'll go slower, you can stop anytime if you don't like it."
A man's consideration for a woman is not only in words, but more importantly in actions.
"Just let it go." Having not had sex for a long time, I started to feel a bit hungry.
The excavator was still caressing my breasts, the pleasure from my breasts making my lower abdomen increasingly tense. I leaned back, touching his whole body, and his hardness.
"So powerful." I could clearly feel the firmness of the hard tip, imagining the shape of his penis in my mind. My genitals began to get a little wet. At this moment, I just wanted to close my eyes and enjoy this affair.
My buttocks were just right to clamp his penis, and I felt honey-like fluid flowing out of my vagina. A's body trembled slightly, his penis moving slowly up and down in my buttocks. I was still shy, afraid to open my eyes.
Finally, the strange hand began to explore my abdomen, along my sides, and down my short skirt.
"No, we're going too fast, this isn't right," I said shyly. After all, this was the first man to touch me since my husband.
"Relax, Mia, I just want you to enjoy yourself. You can stop anytime if you feel uncomfortable." His gentle, pleasant voice made me relax. "Yeah, why not enjoy it?" I thought, if I didn't want him to go in, I could stop completely. My lust was high, and I had already let my guard down.
I whispered softly as the strange hand began to touch my thighs.
"Ah, ah..."
I thought he would just pull down my panties, but one strange hand moved back to my buttocks, while the other pressed against my vulva.
His strange hand gently caressed me, and I could clearly feel my vagina continuing to flow, secreting fluids. The fingers of the strange hand parted the crotch of my panties, gently rubbing against my labia.
"No, slower, ah, it feels good, no, no..."
I started to stammer, still with my eyes closed, my head gently leaning back against his shoulder.
The kiss came. At first, it was just a tentative touch to my lips. Then our lips parted, and a soft tongue broke through my teeth.
I glanced down at the reflection in the glass; my skirt was pulled up, revealing my panties. I leaned back and kissed him passionately, while one of the strange hands rubbed my vulva. Shy, I kept my eyes closed.
Without a word, his hand, which had been moving from my hips, moved forward, pulling my short skirt up to my chest.
A breeze blew, and I remembered his words about the coolness.
"Mia, look,"
I saw in the glass reflection, already lewd, my bra and shorts no longer concealed by my skirt. My long hair flew wildly, and I looked at my almost naked body, my vagina calling with desire.
"Mia, lie down."
I could only obey; my body's reaction was irresistible.
His penis slowly slid through my panties, inching its way into my vagina.
"Ah---," the penetration and caress of his penis caused my vagina to secrete even more fluid.
His hands kneaded my breasts more violently. At that moment, I especially wanted his penis to fill my vagina.
Ignoring my shyness, I caressed his thighs with both hands, thrusting my hips back, hoping he would enter me quickly.
"Mia, it's your choice, do you want it or not?" Mr. A feigned modesty again.
"You've already touched my whole body, how can I not want it?" I said angrily.
I moved my hands away from Mr. A's thighs and gently pulled down my panties.
His penis made direct contact with my buttocks, and I could feel his hardness.
He entered, slowly, and then withdrew, the fullness of his huge penis making me feel a little dizzy. Mr. A thrust slowly but forcefully, and the pleasure slowly spread from my genitals to my whole body. I leaned back against Mr. A, his two strange hands now roaming over my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples. With each movement, my vagina seemed to contract spasm. This kind of stimulation, fullness, lubrication, and heat I hadn't felt in so long. The hard part of his penis rubbed repeatedly against the inner walls of my vagina. I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure of intercourse. "Lewd" wouldn't even begin to describe it; the feeling of our bodies merging made me forget everything. Only the cool breeze on my chest, the warm, moist feeling between my thighs, and the sensation of my hair being blown by the wind, brushing against my breasts.
Suddenly, my phone rang; it was a voice message from my husband.
I didn't intend to open it, but I inadvertently clicked to listen.
"Darling, I'm sorry, I miss you, I miss you so much."
A paused. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me with a half-smile. I shyly closed my eyes, thrusting my hips back and actively using my vagina to stroke his penis. The honey-like fluid from my vagina lubricated A's penis. The strange hands pressing on my breasts became gentle.
"Do you miss your husband?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you still doing it with me?"
"I don't know... Ah, umm."
"Is it good
?" "Yes, it's good, hurry up."
A began to speed up, thrusting, and wave after wave of climax left me speechless.
"You're so amazing, so big, ahh, so thick, so good, faster, faster!"
Finally, amidst my screams, A ended his thrusting, and I could clearly feel his semen pounding against my cervix.
I was exhausted, leaning against him.
A carefully cleaned me up, wiping away the vaginal fluid between my legs with a tissue.
"Mia, look..."
"Ugh." My face flushed even more.
A started kissing me again, and this time I wasn't shy anymore, hooking my arms around his neck.
"You make me feel so good."
"Really? Do you like it?"
I whispered, "Mmm."
"Want more?"
"Ugh... You're taking advantage of me and then saying this."
"Your husband doesn't know how good you are, he doesn't cherish you, so I'll have to cherish you."
"Don't talk about him, things are complicated between us."
A obediently didn't mention it again.
After adjusting my skirt, she gently kneaded my buttocks.
"What are you doing?"
"Mine is too thick, I'm afraid it will hurt you, so I'm rubbing it for you."
To be honest, it was a little uncomfortable, but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort. A's thoughtfulness touched me deeply.
"Let's go back, it's too late, I still have to have dinner with my girlfriend."
"You're already like this, and you still want to go?"
"What's wrong, I still want to eat."
"Aren't you full yet, this little mouth of yours." A's strange hand was rubbing my genitals again.
"You're so annoying, I gave you a freebie, oh no, slow down, we really have to go."
If we weren't in a hurry, I really wanted to do it again with him.
On the way back, he drove the whole way, but his strange hand kept stroking my thigh. I looked at his profile and felt a warmth. Although we had just made love and the afterglow of passion hadn't faded, I could feel A's true feelings for me.
When we parted, his kiss was even more domineering,
"You're mine, I don't care what your husband does, you're my woman now."
I didn't respond, looking at him, my expression changing from anger to shyness, "You..." I gave him a kiss, but shyly got into my car.
It's been so long since we've made love, it feels so good, I thought.
A is my regular fuck buddy and best friend. My husband has never known he exists. Our understanding, especially our sexual harmony, is at its highest.
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