Low-waisted, tight-fitting mature woman - Bus Edition

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I've been working in this city for a month now, transferred from head office. Aside from regular work hours, there's not much entertainment.
Although I'm 38 this year, I pay attention to exercise and skincare, so my figure and skin are still considered top-notch by men. Therefore, I often like to wear tight-fitting cotton clothes, and my wardrobe is full of complete sets like that.
Today is Friday. After work, I ate something hastily, took a shower, and stood in the bathroom looking at my body. My skin was as smooth and soft as silk, and my figure was shapely. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of melancholy. Who can understand loneliness and solitude? Thinking about this, I smiled helplessly, went back to my room, picked out a set of pink underwear, and put on a matching pink low-cut cotton t-shirt and low-waisted tight pants. After getting ready, I took a taxi to the riverside for a walk, as usual. But watching the couples on the riverbank, perhaps it was the scenery that stirred up a strange loneliness within me. In this unfamiliar city, who could comfort my loneliness? Although I knew perfectly well that many men strolling along the riverbank were watching me, I also knew they only wanted to possess me temporarily. Wasn't this the fleeting comfort I needed? But these men were all just leering at me; which one dared to boldly approach and offer me comfort? My mood plummeted, and I lost all interest in the walk, so I decided to go home early.
Arriving at the bus stop, I finally managed to catch a bus, but once on board, I found it so crowded that there was no room to squeeze in. I was forced to be pushed into a corner at the back of the carriage by the crowd. The bus started moving, and the jostling made it hard to breathe. Suddenly, I felt something hard pressing against my buttocks. Acting on my woman's instincts, I realized I'd encountered a bus pervert. I felt him deliberately thrusting against my buttocks with the movement of the bus. My heart tightened, and I instinctively tried to move away, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't budge an inch. This made him mistakenly believe I was pretending not to notice. This emboldened him to harass me even more. His hands began to gently knead my full, round buttocks. Ah... I suddenly felt an unprecedented comfort, and my instinct to avoid him vanished instantly, letting him caress me. My heart was boiling; it had been so long since a man had touched my body, and I felt so excited, anticipating his next move. Unexpectedly, his hand slid down to my front, all the way to my inner thighs. Ah... His hand cupped my entire vulva, pressing it with his palm and occasionally rotating it. Because I was wearing tight cotton pants, the intense sensation made him even more excited, and he vigorously rubbed my vulva with his fingers, but he couldn't do anything to me. He could only use the momentum to pull me tightly against his groin with his wrists, rubbing and thrusting his thick penis against my buttocks. I excitedly responded to his movements, twisting my seductive buttocks, letting his thick penis roll against my buttocks. Just as we were reaching the peak of our excitement, the bus arrived at the station. I hastily straightened my clothes and practically fled the bus. But after taking a few steps, I noticed footsteps behind me, as if the man had followed me. The tree-lined path to my place was dark and quiet, making it easy to notice being followed.
Suddenly, my heart tightened—perhaps it was excitement. Could it really be him? I deliberately slowed my pace, and I heard him slow down too. I mustered my courage and glanced back before turning away. In that instant, I saw a tall, handsome boy, exactly my type. My turn seemed to have startled him; he timidly stopped. My heart began to race. What should I do now? I felt remorse for disturbing him. I mustered my courage again and deliberately slowed my pace, stopping at a deserted street corner. I gave him a flirtatious look, and he seemed uncomfortable, unsure where to stand. I smiled at him—a smile that seemed to convey mutual understanding. Suddenly, he mustered his courage and started walking towards me, while I, feeling embarrassed, lowered my head and covered my face with my long hair. I stood there obediently, anticipating this unexpected encounter.
He walked over and politely said, "Auntie, hello! May I chat with you?"
"Yes, of course!" I replied with a shy smile
. "Then shall we stroll and chat along the tree-lined path?" He looked at me sincerely.
"Okay, sure! But wouldn't that bother you?" Touched by his sincerity, and realizing he wasn't a bad kid, I looked at him with affection.
"No, I'm a student from around here, not a local. Tomorrow's the weekend!" He was still reserved.
"Really? Don't you have a girlfriend?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt awkward
. "Um, no. Besides, I don't like girls these days; they're all so frivolous, impossible to communicate with!" He looked at me pleadingly.
"I see. But you have to learn to communicate with people your own age!" I said tentatively
. "I'd like to, but... Auntie, to be honest, please don't laugh, I like mature women like you!"
"But Auntie's getting old, what could possibly attract a handsome young man like you?" I teased him playfully.
"Auntie... Auntie, you're so charming, and..." I suddenly stopped, embarrassed.
"And what...?" I continued unintentionally. "
And your skin is so fair and smooth, your figure is so curvaceous, you look like a woman in her thirties!"
"You bad boy... It's only been a few minutes, and you're already flirting with me!" I playfully punched his firm chest like a little bird.
"Really... Auntie, I really couldn't help myself in the car!" He started teasing me more freely.
"You're so naughty... You treated me like that in the car." I leaned against his chest
, and he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. Before I could react, he sealed my lips with his. I felt like I was suffocating from his kiss, but I was so happy inside.
After a passionate kiss, we nestled together and smiled knowingly. Forgetting all womanly modesty, I said, "Let's go to Auntie's place..." I looked at him longingly. He put his arm around me and led me to my place, his hands sometimes groping my buttocks, sometimes kneading my full hips. As soon as we entered the room, we embraced each other passionately, kissing and caressing each other wildly. He recklessly rubbed and caressed my body, wildly tearing off my clothes and licking my entire body, as if he had never made love before, eager to pull off my underwear and enter me immediately. This made me feel he was still a virgin, and I became even more excited. Such an innocent and handsome boy, my heart pounded with excitement. "Come on..." I wrapped my arms around his neck, "Auntie is yours today," I whispered excitedly. He impatiently stripped himself completely naked. Ah... His penis was so thick and huge. Before I could even react, he had pushed me down onto the bed, hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, and thrust his hips hard into my tender little hole.
"Ah..." The sudden, large penis both hurt and excited me. He was truly a virgin, completely inexperienced during his first time having sex. After a series of wild thrusts, he ejaculated all of his semen into my hole. That night, we made love nine times, not waking up until noon
the next day. When I woke up, we found ourselves naked, embracing each other. I felt embarrassed and hid in his arms. He seemed to have transformed into a man overnight, holding me with his broad, strong arms, comforting me, and talking to me. We disregarded the age barrier and brought each other pleasure. I was grateful to this young man. He wasn't just with me for sex; he offered me emotional comfort. Even if he was only after sex, to have my body with me, I would tell him: I'm willing! Because he is truly sincere and knows how to respect each other. Aside from teasing me, playing with me, and insulting, verbally abusing, and provoking me when he's with me, he's very respectful in other situations. That's why I love him!
I'll be sharing many more stories about him with you all in the future, and I hope you enjoy my experiences.

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