The pleasure brought by mature women

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Chapter 1
Mai Mai, the woman who nestled in my arms and with whom I shared the most intimate physical relationship, asked me to call her that. I wanted to know Mai Mai's real name and asked twice, but because we met online, and due to a woman's innate sense of security, she never told me. Later, I didn't care anymore; calling her Mai Mai was fine. Finally, under my persistent questioning, she confessed.
I was born in 1987, and Mai Mai in 1969; the age difference didn't hinder our communication.
Mai Mai looked a little prettier than ordinary, a little cuter than simple, a little more approachable than aloof, and far more dignified and noble than average. Mai Mai
dressed fashionably and appropriately, possessing not only the sexy charm of a middle-aged woman but also a girlish sentiment characteristic of the 1980s. This sentiment could only be felt when holding her, like Yang Guo holding his aunt. However, it wasn't as tragic; I wasn't missing any limbs, and Mai Mai wasn't taken advantage of by Yin Zhiping. When we hugged, we inhaled each other's scent deeply, then kissed until our longing was soothed and our heartbeats calmed. At this point, Mai Mai would take a few deep breaths, and I would release her, wrap my arms around her plump waist, and gently kiss her head. Compared to the rutting stray dogs at the village entrance, we were like two domesticated pets, our sniffing and licking refined, each exuding a deep affection for the other.
Calling me a mother-daughter type is less accurate than calling me a mature woman. A mature woman, besides age and appearance, is primarily defined by her mental state. Besides possessing all the virtues of a mature woman, Mai Mai's most precious quality is her undiminished innocence and cuteness. After making love, we held each other tightly, making silly jokes, teasing and caressing each other's sensitive spots.
I'm easily scared and generally don't watch horror movies, but when the opportunity arises and I meet someone even more timid than me, I'll definitely tease them a bit. So the most fun thing is telling Mai Mai ghost stories to scare her in the dark of the night in a dimly lit room.
However, when she burrows into my arms with only a little hair sticking out from under the covers, I start to feel uneasy. The atmosphere has gotten a bit too over the top, and I'll have to muster up the courage to go to the bathroom later—
it's bad for both of us! Given our age difference and societal norms, the most intimate thing we do in public is feed each other a bite of ice cream in a dimly lit alley. I really want to stroll hand-in-hand with other couples on the street, but this strong desire doesn't translate into any release we have behind closed doors. Even when we first met, we both took our time undressing each other. We were happy to make foreplay a kind of informal ritual, the principle being not to undress completely until the moment we needed to.
Chapter Two:
Mai Mai and I always choose to stay in business hotels—economical, comfortable, less crowded, and with large rooms. Understanding my income, she wouldn't make any higher demands. After work on the weekend, I immediately squeezed onto the crowded bus to make thorough preparations for my goddess's arrival.
After buying some dry food and snacks near the hotel, I booked a room, called MaiMai, and she set off.
I drew the curtains in the room, adjusted the lights and temperature, boiled water, and quietly waited for her arrival.
MaiMai and I didn't see each other very often, averaging only once every two months. Every time we met, this sophisticated woman would give me a small surprise in terms of appearance. Her hairstyle, clothing, and shoes changed with the seasons. In winter, she often wore mature, feminine attire: a sophisticated coat paired with comfortable underwear, and short, tight-fitting leather pants with black stockings that would drive any man crazy. At my request, MaiMai would wear flat boots; sometimes she would wear a simple outfit with jeans. In summer, I could see MaiMai wearing playful sportswear, looking cute and energetic.
As the time drew nearer, it became increasingly difficult for me to remain calm. The water was boiling, and I sat on the edge of the bed, sipping hot tea to both calm my nerves and freshen my breath with its aroma. I estimated the time, listening intently, and heard light footsteps in the hallway. I sprang up from the mattress, and before I even reached the door, it clicked open as expected. Through the peephole, I saw a dark, updo. She gently opened the door, stepped aside, and gave me a slight smile. Like a secret agent making a rendezvous, she drifted into the room, into our haven of tenderness.
Mai Mai placed her handbag on the dressing table. Sometimes she would bring me my favorite fruits, sometimes homemade snacks. She hung her coat in the wardrobe in the porch, then helped me take off my coat and hang it together. Her quiet actions and gentle expression were so pleasing to the eye; the term "virtuous wife" couldn't be more fitting.
After this was over, we faced each other, embracing tightly, pressed together, the previous longing and the torment of countless nights melting away between our gradually warming bodies, transforming into the fragrant aroma of love filling the room.
I wrapped my arms tightly around Mai Mai's warm, voluptuous body, face to face, inhaling deeply the fragrance of the woman's hair, gently nuzzling her smooth cheek with my nose, and leaving tender imprints on her forehead and neck with my dry lips. Mai Mai's breathing grew heavier, each breath infusing my blood with more oxygen. Only when our breathing became even again did I loosen my grip slightly, cupping Mai Mai's cheeks in my hands for another wet kiss. Only after our intense emotions had subsided somewhat did we have time to talk.
Chapter Three
I sat at the dressing table, wolfing down the food Mai Mai had brought. While Mai Mai reported on her recent activities, she straightened her clothes, then took off her shoes and put on slippers. Mai Mai's feet were size 36, beautifully shaped; sometimes she wore stockings, sometimes cotton socks, and sometimes her pretty feet were bare. After she finished getting ready, she either served me food like a dutiful wife, or comfortably leaned against the headboard, watching TV while I ate. I kindly offered her some, but she always refused, saying she was "full." Later, I simply finished it all myself.
After I was full, I quickly showered in the bathroom, then rushed to bed in my shorts and t-shirt. The moment I leaned against the headboard, Mai Mai's warm, soft body automatically enveloped me in my arms. As we were about to make our most intimate moment, I remained gentle and calm. It's not easy for us to meet, and I wanted to slowly convey the long wait and intense affection to my lover, gently sending it into her body to nourish her heart.
I tenderly kissed Mai Mai
's face, her forehead, the corners of her eyebrows, her nasolabial folds, her earlobes, her chin, and her sweet lips—I didn't miss a single inch. Mai Mai, lying in my arms, seemed lost in passion. I helped her lie down, took the remote and turned the TV volume down, then propped myself up on my elbow, draped one leg over Mai Mai's thigh, and gently stroked her belly and lower abdomen with my other hand. I gently inhaled Mai Mai's breath, savoring the rich fragrance of this mature woman. I let my tongue roam over Mai Mai's face, gently parting her eyelids with my lips, and slowly licking her eyeballs back and forth with my tongue. The tip of my tongue tasted faintly salty—this eye-licking technique was taught to me by Mai Mai herself, and it felt extraordinary. As Mai Mai's breathing deepened, I attacked her earlobe with my mouth and tongue, a long, drawn-out lick followed by a probing motion inside her delicate earlobe. Mai Mai's thighs began to writhe, so I positioned my thigh between her legs, gently pressing my muscles against her mons pubis. My hands climbed up her chest, the peaks of flesh grinding against my palms, her breasts squeezing under the pressure. If her neckline was low, her round, full, and incredibly alluring flesh would spill out, stimulating my saliva production.
I loved having long, wet kisses with Mai Mai, tasting her flavor directly through my tongue, feeling the warmth of her mouth, the passionate response, our tongues rubbing and wriggling together in the moisture of her saliva, experiencing the saltiness and passion of her body. My mouth was dry, so I picked up the hot tea from the bedside table, took a few sips, and lay back down on top of Mai Mai, supporting my weight on my elbows, cupping her serene yet yearning face in my hands, gazing at her closely, and kissing her. At this time, Mai Mai would usually squint her glasses and reveal a fox-like smile, which was a little cunning but also very sweet.
Besides long, wet kisses, light kisses were another way Mai Mai and I lingered, a way of tender intimacy we never tired of. I remember the first night we met, before exploring each other's bodies, we warmed up with constant light kisses, getting closer to each other's hearts, and understanding each other's feelings and needs. After making love with Mai Mai, what I enjoyed most was the closeness of our bodies, the caresses, the sudden kisses, and the exchange of saliva. Every tender moment revealed my love and longing for her. This lingering affection lasted a long time that first night; we didn't fall asleep in each other's arms until 5 a.m., exhausted. This was one of my most unforgettable nights.
After Mai Mai's face and ears were covered in my saliva, the smell wasn't very pleasant, so I moved on to kiss her neck. I was a little hesitant about this spot; I couldn't suck too hard, lest I leave a hickey, which would be too embarrassing for Mai Mai. Ear piercings and the neck are both sensitive areas, but when I focused on these two areas of Mai Mai's skin, she seemed relatively calm, neither yelling nor making any gestures that suggested she was going to complain to the "central" authorities. Her calm, enjoying expression seemed to be a taunt: "You think you can teach me a lesson with just a few moves?" I remained calm and collected, proceeding step by step.
I lifted Mai Mai's bra, her fair belly rising and falling rhythmically with her breathing. The "vibrant flesh" described by poets and writers must have been inspired by my female companion's belly. I pressed my face against her belly, feeling the softness of her body, and vigorously stirred my tongue inside her cute belly button, smacking my lips against her delicate waist—it was truly irresistible. I told Mai Mai that in her presence, I wasn't a rabbit, I was a dog.
I lifted her bra a little higher, the bra blocking my direct view of her skin. Mai Mai likes to wear black lingerie; she wore it three out of five times we met. I think she would look stunning in off-white lingerie, though she says it's for young people. I consider Mai Mai my little angel, but that sounds too much like something out of a Hong Kong drama, so I never said it aloud. Mai Mai likes to wear half-cup bras, which perfectly accentuate her bust. I always roll my bra up above her breasts and use my mouth to search for my treasures between the bra and bra. After the treasure hunt, I straddle Mai Mai's lap, pull her languid upper body up, and help her take off her top. Half of her bare skin is now revealed. I also take off my short-sleeved shirt and press Mai Mai down beneath me again, our breasts and stomach pressed tightly together, giving her a direct skin-to-skin kiss. My mouth then wanders over Mai Mai's head and neck. After I've kissed enough, I bury my head between her two mounds, greedily inhaling the faint scent of her breasts.
After Mai Mai's precious daughter had ravaged her mother's breasts, they became somewhat saggy, so Mai Mai had breast augmentation surgery, inserting two silicone pads. At first, I wasn't used to massaging them, but later I gradually began to enjoy the acquired fullness and firmness. After licking Mai Mai's armpits, I began to focus on her two nipples. I used my nimble tongue to perform techniques like gentle caresses, slow twists, and teasing, which Mai Mai enjoyed, stroking my head lightly in encouragement. I gently pinched one nipple between my four front teeth, grinding it back and forth while continuously licking it with my tongue. Mai Mai's reaction gradually intensified; she inhaled softly, her thighs began to twist powerfully and repeatedly. My stomach pressed against Mai Mai's lower abdomen, and even through her pantyhose and underwear, I could feel the warmth slowly rising in her private garden. I continued to lick and caress my beauty with unhurried, methodical movements.
My head slowly moved down, my tongue gently tracing the smooth, white skin of her belly, finally reaching her sexy lower abdomen.
A woman with well-developed abs is incredibly attractive, but without them, a small belly that bulges slightly in a relaxed state, combined with her triangle area, is like discovering a secluded valley after a soft, gentle, and rounded downhill slope—it's aesthetically pleasing. And my Mai Mai has that aesthetic!
In the summer, after a light sweat, I bury my head in her full mons pubis, my nose pressed against her underwear, inhaling the fresh scent of freshly washed fabric and a rich aroma of hormones. I'm deeply infatuated with Mai Mai's scent, so when the temperature isn't too bad, I ask her not to shower during foreplay; her natural scent is a powerful aphrodisiac for me. But this clean woman always makes sure she's properly groomed at home before leaving, leaving me with a faint body fragrance—I absolutely adore it!
I sniff as I stroke Mai Mai's legs. A woman's legs don't have the muscular lines and rough, prickly pores of a man's. The outer thighs, calves, and those beautiful feet all offer a wonderful, irresistible touch. I would use my face to feel them, my tongue to savor them.
My tongue continued to roam along the inside of her legs. Mai Mai's muscles tensed, occasionally letting out a moan. Her body swayed back and forth in various contorted positions, sometimes spreading her legs wide, sometimes clamping my head tightly to stop my advances. I used both hands to spread Mai Mai's legs apart, slowly bringing my head closer to her vulva. My tongue finally swept to her groin. A few playful, dark, glossy pubic hairs peeked out from the edge of her panties, peeking at me. I gently blew on them, a friendly greeting. I pressed my nose firmly to the wet patch in the center, greedily sniffing and licking as I moved my head, the wetness slowly deepening and widening.
I knelt down and pressed Mai Mai's feet against my chest. She obediently resisted and lifted her buttocks. I slipped my fingers inside the elastic band of Mai Mai's panties and slowly pulled them down to examine them. Finally, I saw the lush pubic hair and the dark clitoris, moistened by her love juice. Every time I took off Mai Mai's panties, I would look at the marks on the inside of her crotch, then bring them to my mouth to smell and lick them. At this time, she would blush and call me a bastard, sitting up to snatch the panties back. I tossed the panties to the headboard, pulled the beauty into my arms, and then gave her a wet kiss, offering her the love juice on my tongue so she could taste it herself.　　Mai Mai had a lot of pubic hair, and when I licked her, I always had to constantly part it, sometimes leaving my mouth full of prickly hair and saliva everywhere. Later, I brought a small pair of scissors and trimmed the bushes around her vulva and mons pubis, turning her frizzy hair into a plump, bald monk's head, which looked clean and cute, and tasted great. After that, mowing the lawn became my regular job.
Chapter Four
When Mai Mai looked at me with a resentful expression, lovingly stroking my hard penis, she was already very eager.
As soon as I took off my short-sleeved shirt and underwear, Mai Mai brought her mouth to lick my little brother. Because I was more sensitive the first time and didn't want to ejaculate too soon, Mai Mai sucked a few times, moistening the glans, and then I stopped her.
Kneeling between her plump legs, I pressed my swollen penis with my hand, using the glans, moistened with her love juice, to probe between her labia, slowly pushing it in. The glans sank into an unseen depression—that was the entrance! Mai Mai frowned, a sound like she was about to cry escaping her throat, her lips pursed as if she were about to scream. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself from the intense stimulation of the pleasure emanating from my glans. I held Mai Mai's hips with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and continued to slowly push in until my entire glans was fully inside. I couldn't help but exhale; it felt incredibly good! Mai Mai couldn't help herself either, gripping my arms tightly with both hands, thrusting her hips towards me, letting out soft "Ouch~" sounds in pain. I slowly and shallowly pumped my glans in and out of her vagina. Mai Mai breathed heavily, building up her pleasure. Her warm vagina became increasingly wet and slippery, making soft watery sounds with the friction. The sounds stimulated my eardrums, sending feedback to my brain, making me increase the speed of my thrusts. The friction between my knees and the sheets, and the tense movement, made my whole body heat up. The pleasure surged through my brain, making my consciousness gradually blur. I kept thrusting my hips, slowly deepening the penetration, the frequency decreasing, but the force increasing. I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of Mai Mai, and thrusting my hips down on her. Mai Mai buried her head in the pillow, gripping my arms tightly, moaning intermittently, the squelching sounds from our joined bodies growing louder. I hoisted Mai Mai's legs onto my shoulders and thrust in and out, the intense pleasure stimulating my cerebral cortex, prompting me to gather all my energy in my waist, pumping and pounding harder, the room filled with the loud slapping sounds of flesh colliding. Mai Mai opened her mouth wide and cried out loudly, "Ouch!" The sensation of our bodies biting together, the sound of our colliding, Mai Mai's uncontrolled emotions surged like a torrent from my brain down to my body.
I was positioned above Mai Mai, leaving only a little space for cushioning, my buttocks pounding mercilessly into her plump buttocks like a pile driver, feeling my blood boiling. I clenched my fists, a surging torrent rapidly gathering in my lower abdomen. I gritted my teeth, my abdominal muscles burning with desire. Mai Mai stiffened her neck, raised her head, and gritted her teeth, offering her hips to meet mine as much as possible, her throat silent. I straightened my legs, gripped Mai Mai's shoulders with both hands, and with all the strength in my abdomen, I thrust down hard again and again, finally pressing firmly against Mai Mai's genitals, releasing waves of heat and passion deep inside her... After a long while, Mai Mai embraced me, and I lay on her full, alluring body, my penis still inside her. Our two sweaty bodies were pressed together, panting heavily, until we had sucked dry all the oxygen in the silent room before reluctantly separating.
After the passion subsided, sometimes I would still see marks left by Mai Mai's mouth on my shoulders or neck. I remember after our first night together, the skin around my left nipple was all broken from being sucked.
Mai Mai and I were conventional in our sex life, enjoying our pleasures together in our own established way.
Sometimes, due to my lack of stamina, I couldn't allow Mai Mai to fully experience release during sex, but her considerate nature made me feel no pressure. Afterwards, we would have some snacks and a glass of water together. She would lie in my arms, and we would chat about everything from TV programs to everyday life. The days we spent together were always precious, yet also incredibly short.
Chapter Five
During our time together, we spent most of our time in hotels. In the three years we'd known each other, we'd only gone shopping once. That autumn evening, after parking our car near the mall, a cold wind blew, and I felt shivering. Mai Mai was wrapped in a light orange jacket, her body recovering from a cold, wearing denim shorts and black tights, and canvas shoes her daughter had bought for her. Mai Mai's hair was pulled back, making her look like a charming and playful young woman, but her voice was slightly hoarse from the cold. After the cold wind subsided, I couldn't help but take Mai Mai's arm. The feeling of us snuggling together was so warm and wonderful!
I had my eye on a pair of women's boots from a certain brand for a long time, always imagining Mai Mai looking so dashing and capable in them. Today, I finally had the chance to bring her here to wear these long-awaited boots.
After trying them on at the store, Mai Mai was also very satisfied with the boots. Just as I was about to pay, she stopped me. This kind woman didn't want me to spend a lot of money to please her. In the end, I couldn't resist her, and she paid for them herself. But this clever woman encouraged me to earn enough money before buying her anything we both liked, which made me feel a little better. Later, she also bought me a wallet. She had mentioned many times that she wanted to buy me a briefcase, but I didn't need it yet, so I only agreed to let her give me my first wallet. Now I take it with me every time I go out; it's gradually become a habit.
Our mature approach to dating meant that financial factors weren't an obstacle. I provided accommodation, and she provided food. However, financial considerations also fueled my desire to become wealthier, so that having a love nest or a car would make it easier for us to meet.
Actually, at the beginning of our relationship, MaiMai was bolder than me. One summer weekend in 2012, I stayed overnight at my cousin's house. MaiMai, knowing I lived nearby, invited me out that evening. We drove to an undeveloped artificial lake. We found a quiet spot on a gentle slope by the lake, chatting while munching on sugarcane. The lake and its surrounding ugly potholes were shrouded in darkness, as if our conversation was being watched with ill intent. This eerie atmosphere was both unsettling and exciting. Later, we drove to a nearby park. Because of a nearby university, the park was filled with young students laughing and playing. The park's streetlights cast a hazy, ambiguous glow. Young couples whispered sweet nothings along the winding paths. Caught up in the atmosphere, I took the hand of the woman beside me, our fingers intertwined. On the way back, I was giving directions from the passenger seat when MaiMai deliberately turned south at a bend. Just as I was wondering what was going on, MaiMai pulled over, engaged the handbrake, turned her head, and smiled sweetly at me. Instantly, even my not-so-young face felt a little shy. Only a few cars were passing by. We leaned closer, embraced, and kissed. After kissing enough, MaiMai started the engine again and drove me to my cousin's house. Looking back now, I realize I was quite naive back then; otherwise, it would have been another passionate night.
Occasionally, through Mai Mai's words and expressions, I sensed that she was becoming somewhat concerned about her advancing age. Faced with this undeniable fact, any words of comfort seemed powerless. All I could do was hold this woman I cherished tightly in my arms, kissing her forehead again and again. Regardless of age, I wanted her to be a little woman longing for my affection in my presence.
Life goes on as usual, and my story with Mai Mai continues. If I could put a time limit on this ordinary friendship, I would hope it would be ten thousand years!
This humble piece is dedicated to the woman I love.

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