Passionate encounter with a mature woman from Beijing in a car

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Emerging from Zhongyou Department Store, I looked at the endless stream of cars on Chang'an Avenue, feeling incredibly annoyed. I thought to myself, Beijing is great in every way, except for the sheer number of cars; everywhere is congested, it's so damn annoying. I kicked a Coke bottle far, far away. Damn it! It was a month later when I finally received Du Fang's call. That afternoon, near the end of the workday, I was secretly browsing a rather pornographic website on my office computer when my phone rang. Seeing the unfamiliar number, I didn't want to answer. The phone rang several times, and I reluctantly picked it up, my tone not very friendly. "Who is it?" I asked. The other person seemed to sense my bad attitude, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Is this Manager Du?" It was a rather unfamiliar woman on the phone. "Who is it?" I said, my voice softening considerably. "It's Du Fang," I said. I was quite surprised; I never expected Du Fang to call me.
Du Fang asked where I was. I told her I was in the office, and she asked if I was busy that evening. I said no, no. She said, "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner tonight." I said, "I'll treat you instead." She asked if the company address on my business card was near the West Fourth Ring Road. I said yes, not far from the Wukesong Hotel. She said she was on the Fourth Ring Road, already in Zhongguancun, and told me to wait for her at the entrance of the Wukesong Hotel. She said she'd be there in 15 minutes. Then she hung up, her tone simple and direct, like she was giving an order!
Haha, after hanging up, I thought to myself, "This woman, she thinks I'm her employee!" I was still quite happy, though. I hurriedly went to the restroom to tidy myself up. Looking in the mirror, I realized I looked pretty good—about 1.76 meters tall, with a long face and small eyes. Wang Lu once said I looked a bit like actress Jiang Shan's husband, something like Gao, but I couldn't remember. Now I'm middle-aged, and a bit overweight. I fixed my hair and touched my beard; it hadn't been shaved for days and was really long. I wanted to shave, but I didn't have any tools. I thought to myself, "Oh well, it's just going out to eat with a woman, why are you so nervous?"
I arrived at the Wukesong Hotel and watched cars drive by. Fifteen minutes had passed, but not a single taxi had come. I was waiting expectantly when a silver-gray Passat pulled up in front of me. The tinted electric window rolled down, and Du Fang was looking at me, laughing. "Wow! Is she a rich woman?"
Sitting in Du Fang's car, I asked her where we were going to eat. She said, "You're from the South, what do you think of Xiang'e Qing nearby?" I said okay, and as she drove, she asked if I had a driver's license. I said yes, I got it two years ago in Zhuhai, but I haven't driven much in Beijing since my company has drivers. I didn't have much opportunity to drive. I noticed she was quite skilled at driving, so I said, "You drive pretty well, don't you?" Du Fang chuckled smugly at my comment. I've been driving for eight years, and seeing her pleased expression, I deliberately said, "Really? Then you're my mentor!" I started joking around with Du Fang.
That night, we had dinner at Xiang E Qing. Around 9 pm, after we finished eating, Du Fang and I got to know each other quite well. She was born in 1967, a year younger than me. Her husband and son were in the United States. They were divorced, but their relationship was still good; according to her, they were still friends. She was currently living with her parents in Beijing. I didn't ask her anything else, and she didn't say anything more either.
After getting in the car, neither of us said anything. Once we were on the Fourth Ring Road, Du Fang asked if I wanted to drive for a bit. I was thinking the same thing, so I said yes, and we switched cars. Her car was a Passat 1.8T automatic, which was very easy to drive. I've always been interested in mechanical things, and besides, I had a driver's license, so I quickly got the hang of it and drove very well. She initially gave me some pointers, but after seeing how well I was driving, she stopped interfering.
She likes listening to Hong Kong and Taiwanese songs from the early 90s, and she was playing one in the car right now. I found these songs by Li Ming particularly suitable for listening to in the car. I asked her where we were going, and she said anywhere, just drive along the Fourth Ring Road.
I hadn't driven in a long time, so I was very excited and a little nervous. There weren't many cars on the Fourth Ring Road anymore, and I was driving with complete concentration. Du Fang was sitting in the passenger seat watching me drive. I said, "Look ahead, don't stare at me like that, it'll make me nervous. If you flip it over, I won't be responsible!" Du Fang chuckled, "Who's looking at you? I'm worried about my car. Don't flatter yourself."
Damn! I'm a man, and to say I didn't have any thoughts about having such a charming woman sitting next to me would be a lie. I thought, forget about being a gentleman.
There's a book that says if a woman is willing to spend three hours alone with a man, it means she has basically accepted him in her heart. I looked at my watch; it was almost 11 pm. I had spent much more than three hours with Du Fang.
I slowed down, and my right hand gently moved to her leg. She was wearing a brown business suit today. As soon as my hand touched her stockinged thigh, my penis reacted. Du Fang didn't push my hand away; she just closed her eyes slightly. My body began to arouse. I drove off the Fourth Ring Road and parked the car on a relatively shady side of the road. I gently picked up Du Fang and smelled a faint perfume on her. Ah, I breathed heavily and held Du Fang tightly in my arms.
Section 6.
I held Du Fang and slowly kissed her. She didn't move, letting me do as I pleased, only reclining the seat back. The more she did this, the more aroused I became. Her perfume smelled wonderful. I... (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.) I climbed into the passenger seat and pinned Du Fang beneath me. I unbuttoned her coat and took it off. I couldn't resist wanting to touch her breasts, but then I saw that she was wearing a flesh-colored, tight-fitting bra with a row of tiny buttons down the front—about 20 in total—that completely covered her breasts. To touch them, I had to unbutton them. I was holding her waist with my right hand and trying to unbutton them with my left, but I couldn't get two out after a while. So I just lay down on her chest and started unbuttoning them carefully, thinking to myself, "Who the hell designed this? It's so damn complicated."
Du Fang chuckled at my clumsy attempts, stroking my hair softly as she said, "Your wife doesn't have underwear like this." Seeing her smug smile, I felt a surge of resentment, thinking, "Let her be so smug. Just wait and see how I deal with her."
The buttons were undone, and I eagerly began to knead Du Fang's breasts. She immediately reacted, moaning softly.
Du Fang's breasts were very well-maintained, very perky. Later, I learned that she hadn't breastfed her son after giving birth to maintain her figure.
I lay on top of Du Fang, gently suckling her breasts. Du Fang obediently cooperated, her body gently twisting. I took off her shoes and began to touch her feet and legs. Du Fang's feet and legs were very shapely and smooth, feeling wonderful to the touch. Waves of pleasure surged through me.
Ah, I couldn't take it anymore. I started to unbuckle my belt, and Du Fang asked what I was doing. I said I wanted to do it, but Du Fang said no, not here. There are a lot of police in Beijing at night; it would be troublesome if we got caught.
Hearing her say that, my impulsiveness gradually subsided.
Later, we went to a hotel and got a room. From then on, I had another familiar number in my phone.

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