Getting with mature, sexy women in the car

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I withdrew from the small company I co-founded in the middle of last year, for reasons I won't go into. It was a good time to rest; the two or three years of entrepreneurship had been exhausting. Men tend to get cocky when they have free time and a little money. Out of boredom, I opened the "People Nearby" feature to chat idly. I have some experience with this; those who add each other and start chatting are generally doing the same thing: boredom and loneliness, mostly seeking entertainment and relief from emptiness, loneliness, marital discord, and relationship setbacks. The woman's profile picture was ordinary, something like flowers and plants. We chatted briefly, like "Hey beautiful," or "What are you up to?"—typical opening lines, trying to understand her feelings in my replies. After about ten exchanges, I learned she worked in a factory and was around 30-40 years old. I left it at that. We didn't chat again, but occasionally I'd like some inspirational or melancholic articles she shared on her Moments.

One rainy, cool autumn day, she posted, "Rain is so annoying," and I commented, "What's annoying, beautiful?" Then she messaged me, saying it was cold and her dorm blanket was too thin to sleep comfortably, and she didn't have any thermal underwear. I didn't think much of it and just said I'd get her some. She declined a little but agreed, and we arranged to deliver it after work. In the afternoon, I braved the rain to go to a shop and buy a blanket and a duvet cover, and went to the supermarket to buy her a thermal undershirt after taking pictures. I drove over to meet her just before she finished work. When we met, I wasn't awkward at all, probably because of my age advantage (laughs wryly), but she seemed a little shy. I later realized she was probably just pretending.

We went straight to a noodle shop for dinner. That's probably how mature women are; they don't care about appearances and just have a simple bowl of noodles. We didn't talk much during dinner, just a little about her work. Once she started talking, she kept complaining about her husband. I guess they were divorced. He had a bad temper and often took it out on her and the children. He was abusive, and she couldn't take it anymore, so she left with nothing and secretly came to work at a factory. I could only agree with her. At the time, I didn't really have any ideas about what to do with her. After all, she was older, thin, and had bad skin, and we wouldn't really have much in common. I thought I'd leave a good impression so we could have a future together. I took her back to the factory. The factory was a bit out of the way, and the streetlights weren't installed yet. I parked near the entrance, didn't get out of the car, and handed her the things from the back seat. She was clearly excited. She said things like, "Oh, you're so kind of you," and "I'll transfer the money to you." I said it was nothing, as long as I needed it. So I didn't refuse. She held up the thermal underwear and said, "You really know how to pick things! How do I try them on?!" I knew something was up. I looked around; it was dark, and it was drizzling. There was hardly anyone passing by. I said, "Just try them on here. There's no one around. If they don't fit, you can exchange them." She mumbled a few words and had already unpacked them. She very directly took them off right in front of me, leaving only her bra. I then realized that although she was thin, her breasts were really big. At that moment, my desire really surged. The private, cramped car was filled with hormones. After she changed, she said, "They fit." My adrenaline was pumping, so I said, "You have a great figure, and your breasts are huge!" The woman replied directly, "Yeah, buying lingerie is a hassle; I don't have my size, I almost always have to have them custom-made." Well, that's just how direct middle-aged women are.

Since we were at that point, I naturally reached out and touched her, without saying much. As soon as I touched her, she leaned against me, hugged me tightly, breathed heavily, and rubbed against my back. I started taking off her new thermal underwear and touching her breasts. Actually, I was a little disappointed; they were large but somewhat loose, and there were lumps inside—the feel wasn't great. My urges were already surging, so I told her, "Let's go to the back seat." She obediently climbed into the back, and we proceeded according to plan. I touched and fiddled the whole time, not wanting to use my mouth, to be honest, I was reluctant. Several times she tried to kiss me, but I dodged. After a while of touching and fiddled, I gestured for her to suck my penis, and without saying anything, she started licking it. Her oral skills were so-so; she just gently swallowed and released. After getting hard, I got up and went to the glove compartment to rummage for condoms; thankfully, I found two. Then I went back to the back seat and went soft! I asked her to give me oral sex, but strangely, she wasn't very hard. We'd done car sex before, so I was a bit nervous and not very excited. She said, "Why aren't you hard yet?" Maybe it was unintentional, but it felt somewhat humiliating. I gritted my teeth and thought, "I'll fuck you to death today." With that mental suggestion, I immediately got hard, spread her legs, lifted her buttocks, and thrust in. She was a bit tight, and maybe because she hadn't done it in a while, she made a very deep, guttural sound, which was honestly quite creepy. The harder I thrust, the louder she moaned. To be honest, towards the end, it was so loud I was worried people outside would hear and even a little annoyed. Looking back, it wasn't me who was on top of her; I was the one being on top. When I do it, I like to go nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, going all the way in, and each time I can hear a very deep, loud moan. The car was small and stuffy, so the experience wasn't as good as I'd imagined. I ejaculated after a few dozen thrusts. Afterwards, we cleaned ourselves up, and I didn't feel the discomfort I had when we first met. She even offered to treat me to dinner next time. I just casually agreed, because I had already predicted what would happen next

. As expected, this woman can be hooked up with you whenever you want; when she's really horny, she'll ask you when, but she won't initiate contact. You can do whatever you want in bed, as long as you make her feel good.

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