With 45-year-old beautiful mature woman Sister Ping 1~6

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(I) The First Time

It was five years ago. I was 23 and she was 45.
I was an intern at a company, and she was a lawyer, very busy with work.
Meeting her was purely accidental. She added me on QQ. My QQ name at the time was quite artistic,
"Luo Luo Zi Jin." Her verification message was "Dan Dan Qing Shan."
I thought she was a friend, so I accepted. After adding her, I realized we didn't know each other, but I
didn't find chatting with her annoying at all, so we continued chatting.
At that time, I was interning at a company. My work wasn't busy; everyone in our office was an intern, and
there wasn't much supervision, so chatting was easy.
She said she found me by searching my location and thought my name was nice, so she added me to chat. Her name
had the character "Ping" in it, so I always called her Sister Ping.
Later, I learned that Sister Ping was divorced and had an 18-year-old son who was about to take the college entrance exam. We talked a lot
about her son, and she even asked me how I prepared for the college entrance exam, hoping to learn from my experience.
Ping is very insightful, and her troubled love life adds a unique charm to her words.
Gradually, Ping really enjoyed chatting with me and often initiated conversations. But Ping is clever; she always manages to start a conversation with
a clever opening line, like, "I saw a quote today that really resonated with me..." A mature woman's gentleness permeates
her words.

My internship company was in a southern city, where summers were incredibly hot and humid. Our accommodations were poor,
making it difficult . I invited Ping for a voice chat, and she agreed.
Ping's voice was soft and gentle, a little weathered, but full of charm—perfectly described as tender and lingering
. We talked a lot, and Ping said she especially enjoyed chatting with me, finding it made her feel younger. However,
Ping didn't agree to show me her photo, always saying she'd get to know me better first.
After about half a month of chatting, Ping finally agreed to send me a photo, but on the condition that she see me first. I
suggested a video call, and we connected, but it was dark on Ping's end; she wouldn't let me see her video.
I swim every day and play tennis and basketball on weekends, so I'm in pretty good shape, with my six-pack abs starting to show. Ping
was pleasantly surprised, saying she hadn't expected me to be such a handsome young man.
My connection wasn't great, so after we ended the video call, Ping sent me a photo. She was a very sophisticated
middle-aged woman. She wore a crimson work skirt, knee-length, dark high heels, and flesh-colored stockings. She had a
mole on her forehead, like Xi Meijuan. Her smile was slightly pursed, which was particularly beautiful.
Later, after seeing more of Ping's photos, I noticed that she mostly wore suits, all of which fit her perfectly.
Although was 45, she practiced yoga regularly, resulting in a fantastic figure. Combined with her elegant demeanor, she was simply stunning.
Her hair was always styled in a neat bun, clean and professional, befitting her work.

Ping had been divorced for almost a year. To escape the emotional void, she threw herself into work, but it couldn't
dispel her inner turmoil. Not wanting too many people in real life to know, she started chatting online, and by chance
, she met me.
We hit it off immediately, quickly moving on to sex. Ping went from initial shyness and reluctance to
gradually opening up. Her voice often trembled; I could almost hear the wetness on the other end of the line.
At that time, I was inexperienced, only having longing for my girlfriend in another city over the phone. With Ping, I was undoubtedly entering
a completely different world; her mature woman's gentle charm made my girlfriend pale in comparison.
After my internship ended, I was going home to rest for a while.
Ping's home was in the provincial capital, and mine wasn't far away. When Ping learned I was going back, her voice brimmed with
undisguised joy. On the sleeper train back, Ping and I texted each other for most of the night.

After arriving in the provincial capital, I found a hotel and settled in before telling Sister Ping I had arrived.
It happened to be a Saturday afternoon, and Sister Ping called to tell me to meet her at a coffee shop near the city center.
I was a little late on the way, and Sister Ping was already there when I arrived.
Sister Ping was wearing a denim skirt and her hair was still in a bun. She smiled gently at me, without the slightest
shyness, like an old friend. The feeling of an intellectual woman is just different.
Sister Ping also brought a box of freshly made pastries, and we chatted in the coffee shop.
I kept praising Sister Ping's beauty; women all fall for that, and Sister Ping laughed heartily, making us feel
much closer.
I kept glancing at Sister Ping's beautiful legs; she was wearing flat sandals today, her fair feet exposed, looking
particularly sexy. My leg kept brushing against Sister Ping's leg, and she must have felt it, but she didn't pull away, so
I rubbed her beautiful leg even more freely. She kept smiling at me, her speech unchanged.
Later, I rubbed my legs together with Ping's and took her hand. Her hands were still soft;
it's amazing for a woman her age to maintain that.
Ping playfully scolded me, "Aren't you afraid people will see?"
I said, "I look mature, and you look so young. To others, we'll look like a young
couple .
" Ping was very pleased with this and playfully slapped me, saying, "You're so disrespectful!"
Later, I sat down next to Ping, put my arm around her slender waist, and whispered in her ear.
Our seats were in a corner, next to several large potted plants, so it was impossible to see
what was happening inside from the outside.
Ping's body was very supple, like a young girl's. She was carrying a newly published yoga magazine
; it seems yoga really works. Although our actions were quite intimate, Ping was still shy about talking
.
I asked her in her ear how long it had been since we had sex, and Ping blushed. When I asked her how she usually dealt with it when she wanted it
, she told me not to be so direct. I asked Sister Ping what color her underwear was, but she wouldn't say. As I
spoke, my right hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, touching her soft waist and buttocks.
Sister Ping was almost slumped in the booth, looking at me with a very soft and alluring gaze. My left hand caressed between her
legs , reaching her labia; a warm, moist sensation filled the air. Sister Ping had been wanting it for a long time.
Our lips quickly met in a light kiss. I kissed Sister Ping passionately, feeling like she was my
girlfriend . The scent of a mature and beautiful woman was something a naive young girl could never compare to.

Not long after, a few men came in, ordered some drinks at the table next to us, and started playing
cards loudly. The people in the cafe were annoyed but helpless; that's just how Chinese people are—they don't really consider other people's
feelings . Ping and I left the cafe.
I suggested we go to my hotel, but Ping didn't object, only saying, "It's not dinner time yet, let's talk
about it after dinner.
" Near the cafe was a nicely maintained botanical garden, so we snuggled together on a bench and chatted.
There weren't many people then, and we were very close.
Ping grabbed my arm and said I was really strong, then gently kissed my cheek. I put my arm around her and
gently squeezed her breast through her denim jacket.
Ping's breasts were still very firm; she was indeed a mature woman. She turned slightly towards me
so I could grasp them more fully. I squeezed and released them, while my other hand caressed her
labia , which were already wet.
Suddenly, a light rain started to fall. Luckily, I had brought an umbrella, and we became even more unrestrained under it. We kissed and caressed each other.
Ping's hand gently covered my pants, and she asked, "Is it okay?
" I said, "Of course.
" Ping then stroked my penis through my pants. I released my penis from my underwear myself, and Ping
caressed me with alternating tightness and looseness.
This was my first intimate contact with a mature woman, and I suddenly ejaculated. Ping laughed at me, calling me a silly boy, and took out a tissue
to wipe me clean. The

rain got heavier, and we quickly moved to a nearby circular corridor to take shelter. There weren't many people there. I
started to get hard again, so I hugged Ping from behind and rubbed her plump buttocks. Ping knowingly and gently rotated her hips, sending
a shiver down my spine, almost making me ejaculate again.
At this moment, I was burning with desire and whispered in her ear, "Sister, I want it."
Unexpectedly, Ping smiled gently and slightly raised her buttocks. This was clearly an implication that it could happen here too
. I really didn't expect such a gentle, intellectual woman to be so wild as to agree to have sex with me in the park at dusk
.
I pulled up her denim midi skirt, dragged her white panties down to her knees, and then
penetrated her .
Ping's lower body was warm and moist, with a tight grip; it felt like heaven inside.
I thrust violently, and Ping bit her lip hard to keep quiet. Watching the occasional
passersby in the distance was incredibly exciting.
After a while, I felt like I was about to climax. I said, "Sis, I'm going to cum, can I cum inside?
" Ping turned her head and looked at me with seductive eyes, saying, "Cum, silly boy, it's okay."
What man could resist such stimulation? I quickly climaxed. I pulled out, watching the thick semen slowly flow from Ping's
beautiful vagina. She wiped me clean with a tissue first, then wiped herself.
Ping put down her skirt, revealing herself as a dignified, beautiful, and mature career woman. Women, when they want to be
two-faced, are truly unmatched by men.

That evening, Ping had something to do and didn't go to the hotel with me. Before leaving, I begged and pleaded for her white, soaking wet
lace panties. Ping scolded me playfully for being a persistent little devil and fool.
The sight of a beautiful woman standing and lifting one leg to take off her panties was so sensual it made me dizzy.
To this day, our relationship continues.

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