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Interacting with Hei Zai felt like a return to the freshness of dating, an irresistible allure. It was like when we first met and started

dating even the smallest teasing, like a whisper in his ear, could send me into

a frenzy. I fantasized about the unique thrill of making love with a man other than my husband

. While we still reached orgasm together,

the stimulation had faded, replaced by habit.

Hei Zai wasn't the tall, handsome man I'd imagined, but his eloquence and constant

verbal and physical flirtation secretly captivated me. Whenever we had a chance to talk alone, Hei Zai's

advances seemed commonplace. He almost always complimented my large, perky breasts and round buttocks, seemingly unintentionally. I

didn't dislike his behavior; in fact, I found it amusing. Lost in his sweet talk, I

felt my heart begin to pound. A fiery, unusual sensation filled my lower abdomen.

Perhaps this mutual exploration was no longer enough to satisfy Hei Zai's desires. He finally used

a recent company bonus as an excuse to invite me to dinner. Driven by the allure of playing with fire and my own true

desires , I feigned a little coyness like a young woman and accepted his invitation. That day, after my shift ended, I told

my husband I was going to a class reunion. After washing up at home, I deliberately dressed up.

A sleeveless top paired with a fitted skirt accentuated my fair skin and long, alluring pink thighs

. I changed into a new pair of black lace butterfly-patterned panties, with a slit in the middle, and sprayed on a perfume I

only use to seduce my husband before bed. Gazing at myself in the mirror, I exuded a seductive, mature woman's charm. My face seemed to flush. My ears felt hot. I imagined this outfit would surely attract lustful glances

from all the men around me . The meeting place was outside a nearby elementary school. When I arrived on my scooter, Hei Zai seemed a little uneasy, probably because I was more than ten minutes late, even though it was already past 7 p.m. Under the , when Hei Zai first saw my outfit, his eyes practically shot fire in surprise. Hei Zai suggested that he leave his scooter there and we could ride together, worried that my scooter would be spotted by acquaintances. I thought so too, since I was wearing a short skirt and worried about revealing too much skin, it wouldn't be convenient for me to sit on the back of the scooter. So, I followed his directions and took him to the restaurant. As I rode along, my heart pounding with anxiety, I felt the man's hard object pressing against my buttocks from behind. As we went further, Blackie's hands gently rested on my waist. Just I was becoming increasingly aroused, Blackie took advantage of a less crowded section of the road to move his hands to my lower abdomen, interlacing his fingers around me. Seeing that I didn't react, he boldly slipped his hands over my short skirt and placed them directly on my inner thighs, gently stroking them back and forth. Perhaps because it was the first time I'd experienced something like this, I reacted nervously, immediately freeing one and tightly gripping Blackie's hand. I said, "Don't do this, someone will see." By this time, I could feel my private parts were already wet. Blackie, understanding the situation, moved his hands to my lower abdomen . After arriving at the steakhouse, I felt a sense of loss and longed for the feeling of the heat from Hei Zai's palms to reach my vagina, hoping it would never disappear from my lower abdomen. I also craved the thrill of the erect penis pressing against my buttocks and constantly twitching.

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