Having sex with a 55-year-old mature woman

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It was August 2006, the hottest time of the year. If I remember correctly, it was mid-August. I had a business trip to Northeast China, arriving in Harbin around 5 or 6 pm. I wanted to find a hotel to rest, but it was during the "Drug Expo" (anyone in Harbin knows that hotels are fully booked during those days). I tried several taxis, but they were either full or in poor condition. I thought it would be better to find a bathhouse where I could take a good shower and rest. So I asked the driver if there was a clean place nearby. He took me directly to "Shanghai Bund" near Central Street.
I went in to take a look and the environment seemed okay, so I got off the bus. Since I was on a business trip, I only brought my backpack, which I left at the lobby counter. Then, empty-handed, I relaxed and went to the shower. Inside, the conditions were average, but there were quite a few people, which suggests it was a decent place. Then it was just a matter of showering and so on.
After washing up, I'll go get something to eat. Since I'm a little late, there's not much left, but it'll be enough to fill me up. Then I'll go to the rest area to get a foot massage. Sleeping there overnight wouldn't be bad either; after all, there will be people to wait on me, and there's air conditioning.
Upon arriving at the lobby, I was immediately stunned. It was packed with people, inside and out. I thought, "Why are there so many people? Why don't they go home? I, a stranger seeking lodging, have nowhere to stay!" I waited and waited, but no one seemed inclined to leave. Some families of three were even chatting and laughing. (I wondered if they were addicted to staying here past midnight.) Just as I was feeling utterly helpless, a waiter asked me: "Are you resting or staying overnight?" I explained my purpose, and he told me to wait a moment. It wasn't long. He came over and told me that another guest also wanted a foot massage and asked if I could share a private room with him. I thought a private room would be a bit expensive, but I had no choice. Since I was already there, I decided to go with him to the room. A figure flashed past me briefly; I couldn't see clearly, but it seemed to be long hair (the lighting was dim, only a silhouette). Then, I entered the room myself and looked closer. It was indeed a woman, but she didn't seem young. I hesitated for a moment, and the waiter quickly apologized. I thought, "That's fine." They're a generation younger than me, each busy with their own lives, and nobody knows anyone else.
Next came the foot massage. The masseuse was quite young. She took my feet, rubbed some oil on them, wrapped one foot in a towel, and started massaging the other. There was inevitably some physical contact; the masseuse's thighs were quite firm, so I was hesitant to move. I just silently let my feet touch hers. At that moment, the female customer said, "Could you turn the air conditioning down a bit? The room is small, and I'm feeling a little cold."
The foot massage therapist finished, signed the bill, and left. It was very good, making me a little tempted; I even considered hiring a prostitute. Just as I was daydreaming, the female customer spoke up, exchanging a few pleasantries. She suddenly asked if I was hot, and I said I was okay. She asked again if I was hot, and even asked if I understood. I was stunned. I looked at her closely; she was around 50, a generation younger than me. But I could tell she was the pampered type. I don't know if it was from the heat or the foot massage, but her face was very red. Seeing me looking her over, she repeated, "Are you hot? Do you understand what I'm saying?" I thought, "I'll just go for it." I said, "Yes," and took off my bathrobe top. I was confident in my physique; I figured I'd just play it by ear. She said, "Let me massage your back," and I didn't know what to say, so I just lay down on the bed. She came over and sat down on the edge of my bed, her thighs touching mine. I don't know if it was because I was too excited or what, but her body was a little cooler than I expected. She slowly patted my back twice, and I felt myself getting hard immediately. Luckily, I was crawling. She pinched my back, and I felt like a fish on a chopping board, completely at her mercy. I could hear my own breathing. Her hands moved from my shoulders down to my waist, repeatedly touching me like that. My hands started to wander too (because I was crawling, my forearms were draped over the edge of the bed). First, I lightly touched her calf, but she didn't react. I touched it twice more, but she still didn't react. Since the bottom of her bathrobe was shorts, she must have felt me touching her. So I boldly placed my hand on her calf and then moved it upwards. When I touched her inner thigh, she moved slightly. She asked me how old I was. I told her I was 25, and she laughed. I asked her, and she said 55. "Impossible!" (Actually, I really believed it, but I had to appease her). She said her son was already 28. I didn't stop, continuing to touch her. She told me to turn over. After I lay on my back, she asked me what was wrong. I didn't say anything, my hand still stroking her inner thigh. She slipped her hand under my shorts like a snake, rubbing my testicles. I didn't care anymore. My hand also slipped into her shorts, touching her pubic hair, and rubbing her vulva through her panties (I'd read in a book that this could make a woman more excited), rubbing it back and forth. Her reaction wasn't as strong as I'd expected. But she put one leg on the bed, making it easier for my hand to move around inside. She grabbed my penis, squeezing it tightly, and said, "It's so big!" I said, "Let's do it." She said she wasn't feeling well (I'd touched her for a while but there wasn't much lubrication, and I didn't know if she had any illnesses). I didn't force her. She bent down and took my penis into her mouth. It was very deep, I don't know why, but it was very stimulating. It felt like she had some training. She swallowed a few times, still using her hand to stimulate me. I also touched her clitoris, hoping to stimulate her more. I pulled her shorts down a little, revealing a very dark area. Her labia drooped on both sides with little elasticity. My fingers were still kneading them. She asked me if it was interesting. I said very seriously, yes. She continued to stroke me while asking if I could ejaculate. I said, "You need to stimulate it." She then used her other hand to move back and forth between my testicles and anus. I immediately became hard and throbbing. I also touched her genitals, gently pinching her clitoris. She spread her legs wider. My hands had more freedom. Just as I was enjoying myself, one of her fingers suddenly stopped on my anus and pushed in forcefully. I had never experienced such stimulation before. My penis suddenly felt like it was about to burst. She pushed it in a little more forcefully, and her hand moved faster. I couldn't hold back any longer. I ejaculated. She climbed on top of me, carefully smelling the semen. Then she gently licked it, saying, "Hey, look at you, so pathetic." I was speechless. She then used the tip of her tongue to move down my leg, to my toes. This action caught me off guard. I didn't know what to do. Just like that, she sucked on my toes like she was sucking on a lollipop, one by one, very seriously. I was going crazy. I wondered if she felt any pleasure from this.
Later, she asked me how I was going to spend the night, and I said I'd sleep here. She said she had to leave first. That was it. I went back to the lobby myself; there were fewer people there now. I chose a spot to lie down, still feeling unsettled. The next morning, I showered, ate breakfast, and left. This was my first and only special experience. We didn't know each other's names or phone numbers, yet this happened. I'm 25, she's 55; with that age gap, the psychological impact far outweighed the physical.

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