You are a cloud drifting across the sky (Part 1)

A colorful cloud drifted across the sky, the wind stopped, the cloud dispersed, leaving no trace, but it left a footprint in my heart!
I can no longer recall how I met Yun. I don't even know when I added her as a friend. During that time, I often visited a dating forum. People would add me, and I would add others. Before I knew it, I couldn't remember when I added her. But this shows that we weren't very familiar with each other from the beginning, and we didn't have any in-depth communication. I didn't even know if she was a man or a woman. But it was this unrememberable act that destined us to get to know each other and have more passion later on.
When I learned that she was also a member of the forum, I immediately felt much closer to her. After all, everyone on this forum shares common ground, and unlike other forums where a long process of getting to know each other is necessary, this one is much more open-minded and optimistic about sex. Therefore, there's no need for excessive talking; everyone can openly discuss their attitudes towards sex and even share private matters. For urban dwellers facing immense pressure in today's society, sharing and listening are both enjoyable experiences. The internet provides a platform for communication where we don't have to worry about too much, so we should truly be grateful for it.
She had a very unique online name—Meizi—which sounded a bit like a woman's name from a certain country. Although the name had nothing to do with any particular country, due to preconceived notions, it still made me think she must be very gentle, and it turned out my feeling was quite accurate.

Perhaps it was my writing that attracted her, and her mature womanly charm was exactly what I was looking for; in any case, we quickly built trust.

When I suggested exchanging photos, she immediately proposed a video call. Her sincerity attracted me again. Since I couldn't video call from my end, I sent her photos, which she seemed quite satisfied with. She also sent a few of her old photos and then proactively turned on the video call. When the video started, I saw a young woman.

I still can't forget the surprise I felt at the time. I knew she was around 40, but in the video, she looked like a woman in her early 30s. She seemed to be a woman with great taste in life. Her hair was clearly well-maintained—shoulder-length curls with brown highlights (I personally believe that even the same hairstyle can have different effects on different people; for example, a perm can make a middle-aged woman look younger, while it can make a young girl look more mature). She had arched eyebrows, large eyes, a straight nose, and sexy, full lips. Her skin was very moisturized, clearly the result of long-term skincare.

I particularly admire the signs of aging left by cosmetics on the skin of mature women. A mature woman's skin naturally doesn't have the same dewy glow as a young girl's, but the long-term effects of cosmetics enhance her cultural refinement and alluring charm. This is one aspect of my appreciation for mature women's appearance. My fondness for mature women isn't just internal; inner appreciation is one aspect, as is their dignified and appropriate appearance. Of course, there's also the physiological experience and skills involved.
Because we live in different cities, meeting up is quite difficult. And because of her work, she doesn't have easy access to the internet, so we both cherish the opportunity to chat online. In just a few days, we felt like close friends who had known each other for years, even developing a slight romantic longing. But opportunities to be together are limited, and most of the time we could only express our longing from afar. Fortunately, I have her photos, giving me a chance to recall her voice and appearance. Like all women her age, she is mature, sexy, and very feminine. She possesses all the qualities I admire in a mature woman. What sets her apart is that at 40, she looks much younger than other women her age. She has sensual lips, warm and delicate, making one want to kiss them. Her curly, slightly blonde hair adds to her allure.

She isn't tall, but has a great figure, especially her rounded hips, which always make me fantasize. She seems to have the figure of a woman in a Western oil painting—full, yet full of vitality and temptation, giving off a very appealing feeling. It's the body of a mature woman, like a ripe apple, exuding an alluring fragrance and luster, leading men to sin and possess her.
Because we knew each other's backgrounds, we chatted freely and shared many similar views, developing a sense of mutual appreciation. This gradually built rapport, and exchanging photos didn't disappoint either of us. Her appearance was as described earlier, and seeing her in a video call further captivated me. I don't believe in judging people by their looks; I value a woman's temperament and inner charm more. Although some of these qualities will ultimately be reflected in her appearance, they require an appreciative eye to discover. This is why I like mature women; the passage of time leaves wrinkles on their faces, but also with charm and allure.

However, she looked even younger in the video than in the photos, which initially made me doubt her age, and only amplified my admiration for her charm. To my surprise, she later sent several nude photos: one standing, one on a bed with her buttocks raised, and a close-up of her genitals. Perhaps due to the lighting, her skin in the photos had a slightly yellowish tint, a color that evoked a sense of ambiguity. Her sexy body and voluptuous figure further accentuated her mature charm—exactly the kind of woman I admire.

The photo's colors were ambiguous, the slightly yellowish atmosphere stirring my emotions. Her body proportions were perfect, her full hips igniting my fantasies. A close-up of her hips made me incredibly excited. Her private parts were beautiful; they say age and excessive sexual activity cause pigmentation, but the vibrant color of hers only amplified its allure.

Later, we spoke on the phone, and her voice was lovely too. Looking at the photo and recalling her voice, I suddenly felt a surge of impulsive fantasy.

I closed my eyes, and her soft, warm skin was right in front of me. I reached out and touched her trembling skin, kissed her sensual lips, let my tongue wander along her smooth neck, caressed her soft breasts, pressed my lips to hers, gently took them in, and then gently released them. Her rounded hips swayed, assaulting my vision. The black below her body looked like a playful little bird landing on snow against her white skin. Her white legs wrapped around my waist, merging our bodies together, feeling each other's body temperature rise. Excitement, trembling, the air in the room was heavy with breaths. The thirst for desire needed to be filled with hardness, the intense collision, the bursting passion within us—everything else ceased to exist, only the pleasure of the two of us soared, escaping the Earth's gravity, flying into space.
I met Yun during a time when Hong was quite busy with work. Our acquaintance felt similar to Yun's; we met online, but Hong lived in the same city, making it easy to meet. However, due to a job transfer, we saw each other less often, but we maintained contact and a subtle relationship—not really a relationship, but something close to lovers, the kind of relationship I'd describe to my friends.

Hong is a considerate and kind woman, which is why I particularly like her. I think every man likes a kind, considerate, gentle, and virtuous woman, not just as a wife, but as any woman he dates. I don't like overly assertive women. Hong embodies all the characteristics of traditional Chinese women, even if some of these traits might be seen as weakness by some today. I still admire her easygoing and unassuming approach to life.

Her personality also meant that I took the initiative in our sex life. You could say that my satisfaction was her satisfaction. Sometimes I didn't even know what she was with me for. Occasionally, my performance might not even satisfy myself, and I felt that she might not be satisfied. I tried to communicate with her, and she always said that she felt great, which moved me and made me want to give her more pleasure.

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