(Urban Life) A top-quality woman appeared in the supermarket.

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Let me give you some background. My workplace is predominantly male, with fewer women, so any woman with even a little bit of attractiveness attracts a lot of attention. There's a cashier in the company supermarket who looks to be in her thirties. She's very slim, likes to wear skirts, especially low-cut, backless dresses that show a lot of skin, and has a great presence. The only drawback is her slightly dark skin. But it doesn't detract from her overall impression. She's always smiling and speaks very gently

. My wife isn't around (I live at the company), so I pay a lot of attention to her.

The other day when I went shopping, I struck up a conversation with her. After a couple of sentences, she mentioned she was about to take leave to go home and that a new cashier we both liked would be taking over.

I said, "I don't like anyone else, I only like you."

She seemed pleased, and after chatting for a while, I asked for her phone number. She was hesitant to give it to me, but after I begged twice, she relented and let me leave my number. I left my number and left.

That night, just before bed, she texted me, saying it was her number. After a couple of sentences, she asked to call me, and I fully expressed my feelings for her on the phone, telling her about her good figure, her great presence, and how beautiful she was.

The next morning, she texted me saying she was alone at the supermarket, so I excitedly went over.

When I got there, I sat at the checkout counter and chatted with her for a while—we talked about everything. She said she liked drawing and listening to music, then got up and went inside to play some music. The "inside" part consisted of several small rooms where the employees slept, cooked, and stored things. Since it was a small supermarket, everything was together.

I sat at the checkout counter for a while, and she didn't come out for a long time, still humming along to the music inside. I wondered if she was waiting for me to come in, so I went in too.

When I entered, she was still standing in front of the computer singing along; her voice was quite sweet. Because there were fewer people and fewer customers at our workplace recently, we had this opportunity to be alone together.

She was wearing a black dress, very graceful and tall—I'm 1.7 meters tall, and she was about the same height as me. Her waist looked very slim, and in my excitement, I put my hand on her waist.

She was embarrassed and quickly removed my hand, but smiled shyly and didn't say anything.

Seeing that she didn't scold me, I thought I had a chance, so I opened my arms and said, "Let me hug you." She quickly backed away, saying, "Don't do this, don't do this, I'm scared." I don't like to force things, so I said, "Okay, okay, I won't touch you, don't be afraid." Then she started chatting with me about singing and stuff, acting like nothing had happened.

At this point, my passion slowly cooled down. After chatting for a while and seeing that there was no progress, I said, "I have to go now, otherwise I can't help but want to hug you again." She smiled and nodded, so I left.

That night before going to bed, she took the initiative to text me to ask how I was doing. I said, "Did I scare you during the day?" She said she was fine, she was just not used to this and was scared.

After chatting for a while, she asked to call me, so I called. I showered her with compliments, saying, "I like you, I like you in that white dress." She said, "Then I'll wear it for you tomorrow!"

Of course, I readily agreed.

She said she was in bed, so I asked her, "What are you wearing?" She said, "I'm wearing a white and pink nightgown with lace, it looks so pretty." I said, "Isn't it hot wearing a nightgown and a blanket in this heat?" She said, "It's okay." I asked her again, "What are you wearing under your nightgown?"

She said, "I'm wearing a corrective bra on top, and nothing on the bottom." She giggled after saying that.

I shamelessly got an erection right then and there.

The next day, which was yesterday morning, she texted me: "I'm alone, come whenever you want." I went to the supermarket with great excitement, but there was no one outside, so I went straight inside to look for her. She was tidying up the house. I looked, and sure enough, she had changed into that white dress.

I stood next to her, and she was still tidying up, scrubbing the sink with a brush. She chatted with me while she scrubbed.

I leaned in and smelled her hair and neck, they smelled so good, and she didn't pull away.

I got bolder and bolder, and hugged her waist from behind, pressing my already hard lower body against her buttocks.

She pretended not to notice and kept swiping.

Suddenly, customers came into the supermarket. Hearing the noise, she rushed out to greet them. But those guys, once they arrived, didn't leave and started chatting outside, probably wanting to see more pretty girls, haha.

I hid inside, afraid to come out, because they were all colleagues, and I knew them all. It wouldn't look good if they saw us inside.

Every now and then, she would come in and glance at me. As soon as she came in, I hugged her, and she opened her arms and hugged me back before going back to greeting customers.

After about half an hour, those guys left. She came back in to continue tidying up and told me to wait for her at the counter.

I said I'd wait for her in her bedroom; I wanted to see her pajamas. I went in before she agreed.

After she finished tidying up, she washed her hands and closed the supermarket door.

Then she came to the bedroom, and we hugged tightly. I tried to kiss her, but at first she dodged and tried to avoid it. I kissed her face, neck, and earlobes, while my hands caressed her back and waist, and I squeezed her slightly upturned buttocks.

Slowly, she started moaning, and her lips came closer. We kissed passionately, our tongues entwined, and slowly moved to the bedside. I pressed myself against her. I pulled down her dress straps and her pink bra, revealing the breasts I'd been dreaming of.

But I was a little disappointed; her breasts were slightly shriveled, the kind that sag when she lay on her back, giving the impression of an old woman's breasts.

From our earlier conversation, I'd learned she wasn't married and therefore had no children (the truth of which was uncertain), but she had had boyfriends.

She wouldn't tell me her exact age, but I felt a woman her age shouldn't have breasts like that. My wife's breasts, after breastfeeding, weren't like that either. I was confused.

Anyway, I continued kissing and caressing her breasts. Although the shape wasn't great, the feel was quite nice—very soft and could be kneaded into any shape. As her moans grew louder, I slipped my hand under her dress, intending to get to the heart of the matter.

Damn, she wasn't wearing a dress at all, but rather wide-legged pants with a crotch like those worn by Xiao Shenyang. This was troublesome. I slipped my hand inside the wide, skirt-like pant legs, then over her underwear, finally feeling something warm and moist.

Her labia majora were long and protruding; when I stretched them open and inserted my fingers, they were already quite wet inside. As my fingers moved in and out, she became increasingly aroused.

Just then, there was a knock at the door—someone had come to buy something.

She quickly got up, pushed me away, straightened her clothes, put on her dress straps, and went out to greet the customer.

After greeting the customer, she came back in, her face flushed, and I hugged her again.

She said shyly, "I wore the wrong clothes today."

I smiled knowingly and told her to change into a real dress.

She went to another room to change, and after waiting a while, I ran to check on her. I saw her putting on another dress, wearing only a pink bra and a cute pink low-rise lace panty, very sexy.

As soon as she saw me come in, she quickly squatted down, covering her panty with her arm so I couldn't see it.

This shy expression only made me more excited. But I wasn't in a hurry, nor could I push too hard, so I retreated back to the original bedroom.

She then came in, having changed into a brown floral dress that was only slit up to her knees, revealing her smooth calves.

After she came in, she took off her shoes and lay down on the bed. I reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. The way I removed the pink panties from her calves was so tempting.

I couldn't help but want to put my head between her legs, but she shyly burrowed under the covers.

I quickly followed and put my head under the covers as well. Holding one smooth thigh in each hand, I finally put my head between the goddess's legs.

The vaginal fluid in my mouth had no odor, only a slightly sour smell. I didn't know if it was because I had washed beforehand or if sleeping without underwear at night really helped, but the smell wasn't unpleasant at all.

I unleashed my tongue skills, sometimes flicking her clitoris, sometimes sticking my tongue into her vagina to lick and scrape the inner walls, sometimes sliding my tongue quickly across her labia, making her moan "Ah, ah."

After a while, she covered her vulva with her hands, shyly indicating that I wanted to get up.

I got up and kissed her little mouth, letting her taste the flavor of her vagina.

I asked her, "Shall I go in?"

She nodded with her eyes closed.

I loosened my belt, pulled my pants down, revealing my already erect penis, and with a slight slip, entered the long-awaited muddy ground. A wave of pleasure washed over me.

I finally discovered this woman's greatest advantage: her vagina was incredibly tight, with many folds in the inner walls. Combined with her own clenching and the way her hips writhed beneath me, the sensation was unparalleled. Based on my extensive experience with women (including respectable women and prostitutes, probably over 30), this woman's genitals were undoubtedly the best.

I asked her if I could ejaculate inside her. She nodded with her eyes closed.

After I got up, I asked her how she prevented pregnancy. She smiled shyly as always and whispered, "It's none of your business." She got up, dressed me, and prepared hot water for me to wash myself. She even got a hot towel to wipe the sweat from my face and body (because of the heat, the clothes I was wearing, and the arousal, I was sweating a lot). She was incredibly considerate; she's such a good woman.

After I finished washing up and sat on the bed, just as I was about to make love again, there was a knock at the door, and at the same time, my boss called, needing to see me. I had to abandon the idea of another round and said goodbye with reluctance.

Today, the third day, I went to see her again, wanting to make love once more, but she told me she had started her period. No wonder she told me yesterday I didn't need to worry about contraception. After much pleading, she gave me oral sex, but due to time constraints, she didn't ejaculate.

We talked a lot via text and phone. I told her I was married, and she said she didn't care, that she was willing to be with me and just enjoy the present.

Lucky me, hehe.

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