Unforgettable white suspender stockings and gold high heels

My company arranged a week-long business trip. The first thing I thought about after receiving the notification was how to relax outside of work. Only those who are on business trips can understand the frustrations – that feeling of being in a foreign place with no one to care about you is really unpleasant. I consulted a few friends online and started searching for information on forums. Then a friend sent me a message: "Do you like mature women? What's the concept of 'mature woman'? I've never heard of it." My friend explained in detail: "These days, young boys like mature women, and 'creepy uncles' like young girls. You're so out of touch, buddy." I asked: "Then what do you mean by 'mature woman'?" My friend said: "It's like an apple between a red apple and a green apple, the kind that's green with a hint of red." I thought to myself, "You're so professional, buddy!" and quickly asked, "Do you have any girlfriends you can recommend?" My friend sent me a phone number, even his home address and house number. I was speechless. My friend continued, "This girl is nice, a good person, and a little silly. Don't take advantage of her." I said: "Here!"
A few days before my business trip, I texted her: "Hi beautiful, recommended by a friend of XX, just saying hello." She replied: "Friends of friends are friends, and my friends are all good people." Good first impression, 10/10. We chatted for a while, and she replied to every message. When she got busy, she would text ahead to say she was busy and would chat later. She seemed like a really nice person, like my friend said, a bit naive.
After our first text, she texted me every day to say hello. We got to know each other better and started joking around. I was really looking forward to the trip, so I moved my schedule forward by a day.
Anyway, the time came quickly. After a long day at the airport, I arrived at my destination in the evening. I had already arranged to meet her at her place. To be honest, I'm a bit timid, and I always have to be careful when traveling. I coaxed her into coming with me, saying we shouldn't go to a cheap hotel, but a nicer one. She reluctantly agreed. But after getting off the plane and turning on my phone, I saw an unread text message from the girl: "I'm not feeling well, and I'm not in a good mood either. I don't want to go out tonight, I'm sorry." To be honest, I was annoyed when I saw this message. She's not trustworthy! My impression of her has dropped by 10 points. I replied: "Let's not go out then. Maybe we're not meant to be. I'll only be here for a short time, so I'm afraid we can't meet up again." The girl seemed a little guilty and texted me to explain why she was in a bad mood and wasn't feeling well. From the airport to the hotel, we kept texting each other until we finished showering and went to bed. We were still texting until 1 a.m. Finally, the girl asked: "Are you busy tomorrow? Can I spend the day with you tomorrow?" I asked back: "Aren't you feeling unwell and not in a good mood?" She replied: "After talking to you for so long, I feel much better. Get a good rest tonight, and I'll 'take care' of you tomorrow, okay?" Actually, we've never met before, and I'm also afraid to go out with you. Can you understand? I suddenly realized, "You shouldn't have a heart to harm others, but you can't be without a heart to guard against others." I said, "How about this, I'll treat you to lunch tomorrow. If you're worried, you can leave after lunch." She said, "Haha, you're so funny." We went to sleep, and nothing more was said that night.
The next day, we arranged a time and place to meet. The first thing she said was, "Wow, I can tell you're not a bad person." ☉﹏☉b I was sweating bullets; she thought I was a bad guy before. I said, "Bad guys don't wear their clothes on their faces." She said her intuition was right. So we went into a restaurant one after the other to fill our stomachs. I also glanced at her out of the corner of
my eye. She was wearing a midi skirt, black high heels, long hair, and a pair of large, perky breasts—just like my friend described: a mature woman… So that's what she looks like. After a quick meal, since the hotel was booked by my workplace, it was inconvenient to bring her there, and in case she was gossipy, I asked her if she could book a room. She said it was no problem. I found a nearby hotel; the environment was quite nice. I sat in the lobby waiting while the girl went to check into the room. To be honest, it felt really strange. Just then, the phone rang. It was the receptionist calling, saying that they couldn't get through to my hotel, and some materials needed to be delivered ahead of schedule. I broke out in a cold sweat. That was really dangerous. I quickly took a taxi back and told the girl to rest for a while, as I had something urgent to attend to. The girl said, "It's okay, no rush." After about
an hour of this, I texted the girl: "What's your room number?" The girl replied: "Room 302, hotel (just kidding). The door is ajar; just push it open and come in." I thought to myself, "This girl is really thoughtful." When I went upstairs and entered, a beautiful picture came into view: the girl had already changed her clothes, wearing a pink see-through panty, white stockings, and a pink pure silk see-through nightgown. Her two large breasts were freed from their restraints and hung naturally under their own weight. I couldn't resist grabbing her breasts and kneading them vigorously, asking as I did so, "How come they're so big?" She laughed and said, "Naturally." Just as I was about to continue, she pouted and said, "Let's take a shower." I said I was tired, and she said she was already done. I said I didn't care, and she slapped me, then took off her clothes one by one and led me into the bathroom. It was nice, the kind with a glass door. She used soap to lather my whole body, paying special attention to my penis. I rubbed her breasts with soap suds, pinching her nipples; they were hard, and the slippery foam felt great. She helped me shower like that, and I got into bed naked. She put her clothes back on; she was so patient! I would have gotten annoyed by now! It was
our first time really going at it, and she was even more open than me. After changing her clothes, she came over and took my penis in her mouth. The feeling of oral sex can sometimes be even better than intercourse, and that's true. I don't know if it was because of the change in environment or because the girl was so skilled, but I ejaculated very quickly. It happened so suddenly that she didn't even have time to dodge, and some of it went into her mouth. She got up and went to the bathroom. The scene, in the middle of the day, with the curtains drawn, the TV on, and the dim light, created a very strange feeling.
She picked up a cup of tea, which she had prepared beforehand, and handed it to me, saying, "Rest for a while," before leaning against me. I asked her if she still thought I was a bad guy. She smiled but didn't answer. After a while, my penis was ready again, and she used the same technique, first with her tongue, then on top, and finally missionary. I don't know if it was because it was our first meeting, but I was a little nervous. For many reasons, that was how it went the first time. In the end, I paid for the room and saw her off.
In the following days, I was busy with work, occasionally sending her a text message at night. Having met in person, the feeling was quite different now.
A week passed quickly, and my return trip was approaching. I was planning to see MM one more time. Since we had met before, I decided to go to her place this time to see the little apartment she had told me about.
However, things didn't go smoothly. My stomach started hurting again on the Texas Express, and it hurt the whole way. When I arrived and met MM, I told her I wasn't feeling well. It was about 10 pm. She took me on a long walk to buy some medicine, but we couldn't find a pharmacy. Finally, we went to a convenience store—I forget the name—and I said a hot drink would help. MM ended up paying.
While we drank, I put my arm around her and walked down the street in the night, chatting and laughing—it felt strange. She led me to her place. It was a very large house: a big living room, a duplex layout. After I changed my shoes, she led me to her room on the second floor. I went upstairs, and MM turned on the air conditioner and went to boil water. In MM's room, I looked around her little apartment: a large wardrobe, a desk, a big bed, a color TV, and the room was fairly clean. Looking at the wardrobe, I saw two pairs of stockings hanging on the handle, one flesh-colored and one white, along with matching garter belts—she seemed to have a full set of props. As
I was looking around, MM pushed open the door and asked what I was looking at. I said I was looking around. MM laughed and said, "What's there to look at?" She turned on the TV, changing channels, and asked what I wanted to watch. I said, "Sports channel, I guess." MM replied, "Oh, what's so interesting about that?" Although she said that, she still tuned to the sports channel—a football match. From leaving the room to coming in, I was covered in sweat. I said, "You boil some water, I'm going to take a shower first." MM hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, wait for the water to boil." I thought to myself, "Sweat, she insists on showering with me, well, I might as well comply." I waited patiently for MM. After the water boiled, MM poured me a cup of hot water and pulled me, saying, "Let's take a shower!" We took off our clothes in the room, held hands, and went into the bathtub. The bathroom was pretty nice, with a large tub and a plastic door separating it. Once inside, it was all up to the girl. My job was to help her raise her arms and legs, and she did all the soap-laden stuff—it felt so good. Of course, I had to lather up her breasts with soap; those big breasts aren't so easy to enjoy, and besides, I was going to savor them later!
After showering, my girlfriend handed me a nightgown. I glanced at it but before I could say anything, she said, "It's been washed, don't worry about wearing it." Ugh, she can see right through me! After showering and getting dressed, I came out of the bathroom. She was still showering, saying she needed to wash her hair and told me to lie down on the bed. I lay there waiting for her. A little while later, she finished showering, dried her hair, got into
bed, grabbed me, and gave me a big kiss. I was stunned. Wasn't she taking advantage of me? Then she asked me a few casual questions and pulled me into her arms. ☉﹏☉b After hugging for a while, she got up to change her clothes, asking what color I liked. She said the black stockings were downstairs and she'd get them if I wanted. I said no need, nude was fine. She put on nude stockings, the kind that showed her crotch, and the same pink see-through nightgown she'd worn before—silk, and felt nice to the touch. After changing, she got into bed and said, "Let's have some fun tonight!" Since she was being so proactive, I couldn't back down. I reached out and pulled down the strap of her nightgown, biting down on her nipple—not too hard, of course. Then I moved my hand to her lower body, and she writhed in pleasure as I greedily sucked on her nipple, listening to her increasingly rapid breathing. After I released her, she got up and came between my legs—they were so in sync. She shook my penis with her hand, tossed her hair, and took it in. The tingling, numbing sensation returned. After a while, I said, "I'll stand up," and she agreed. To be honest, I'd never done a blowjob with a man standing and a woman kneeling before me before. This was going to be a treat, but it seemed like it required a good height ratio between the two, otherwise it might be tiring. Anyway, I stood up, and she knelt down, still sucking my penis. I held her hands and thrust in and out, and she moved in rhythm, her eyes closed, her head bobbing. Because I was controlling her hands, whenever my penis popped out and became erect, she had to use her mouth to control it before slowly taking it back in. That cautious feeling was incredibly pleasurable.
After kneeling and giving me oral sex for a few minutes, I said, "Let's go in." Then I half-lay down, and she said, "You like being on the bottom?" I said, "I like watching your big breasts bounce." She laughed along. Then she straddled me, grasped my penis, and searched for the entrance. Once inside, I realized her vagina was already overflowing. With her big buttocks moving up and down, her big breasts swayed arrogantly. At this moment, the bed joined in the fun, creaking and groaning. The sounds of my penis entering, her moans, and the creaking of the bed all blended together. We looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. I said, "Won't this disturb the neighbors?" She said, "It's okay, it's so late, so let's not worry about it, let's continue!" I told the girl to stick her butt out and not move, and I started thrusting into her from below. The slapping sounds grew louder, and she moaned in rhythm, saying, "Faster, but don't cum!" Wow... looks like she's enjoying it. I half-lay down, had her half-squat, and increased the speed. She convulsed, then pulled my head tightly into her arms, suffocating me with her large breasts. I quickly teased her, "Is it good? Are you about to climax?" She replied, "Mmm, faster, keep going, don't stop, almost there! Almost there!" Suddenly, she started convulsing, clinging to me tightly and not moving... I stopped and held her, listening to her heavy breathing. I said, "I'm coming." She looked at me but didn't speak. I said, "I haven't come yet," and she smiled. I then took the initiative, making her lie down and spread her legs. Spreading a woman's legs in stockings is truly a pleasurable thing... I lifted her legs, placed them on my shoulders, and continued my assault. Because the night was long, and it was my first time, I couldn't be too tired, so I didn't control myself and kept speeding up. Finally, accompanied by loud squeaking and the girl's loud moans, I ejaculated while holding her… The girl squeezed me tightly at that moment…
Afterwards, I lay down, and the girl said to lie still… I asked why, and she said she'd clean me up… Ugh! Well, I'd better comply. Then the girl lay down next to me and told me about her experiences, about the people she'd met since starting in this line of work. She said she was lucky, that the people she'd met were all pretty good. She said they were mostly young boys who came to her, haha. Young boys like mature women, and older men like young girls—it seems that's true. The girl also said that not long after starting in this line of work, she'd seen a customer with a very large penis and was so scared she didn't dare to do it! Anyway, we chatted like that, and listening to her stories was quite interesting. After a while, the girl's phone rang, and she talked to someone in her hometown dialect while I watched TV.
An hour passed like that, and after a while, the girl came back and started working again. Let's start with BJ. I said the bed was too noisy, and she suggested we go to the floor. She pulled down a mat and laid it on the floor. It was my first time doing it on the floor. After setting it up, I said let's try it out. The space was a bit narrow, just the space between the bed and the wall, enough for two people to lie side by side. If we were to get together, the space would be spacious enough. I told her to get a pillow, lie down on top, and check if the floor was cool or hard. It was pretty good, quite comfortable. Since we'd moved to the floor, we could do more things there. I suggested standing up, and she said she had high heels and asked if she wanted to wear them. I asked if they were convenient. She said it was fine, they were downstairs, and went to get them. I had her stick her butt out, hold onto the table in front of her, and I started attacking from behind. With each thrust, her body leaned forward, and I held her buttocks, inserting my penis into her again and again. She said it was her first time being fucked like this, and I said, "I'm... I'm introducing you to this." After a while, I had her lift one leg onto the bed, spread her legs, and continued inserting. She said, "You've got so many tricks up your sleeve!" I replied, "It's mainly because our heights are compatible." Since it was our second time, I lasted longer. Every new position made her feel great, and she would always say, "It feels so good! Don't cum! Keep going! Faster! Harder!" This time we tried many different positions: she lifted one leg near the windowsill and I inserted from behind; she knelt down and I inserted from behind; she lay on her stomach and I penetrated her from above… Finally, she said she wanted another orgasm and wanted me to "charge" with her. She wouldn't let me ejaculate until she said so! Speechless! I said I would try my best. Finally, we switched to a top-down position. She changed into white stockings and gold high heels, spreading her legs as if beckoning me. I held her panting, stocking-clad calves, guiding my penis to that mysterious black hole. I said, "Let's begin." She softly hummed in agreement. To satisfy her, I penetrated deeply each time, gradually increasing the speed. She just kept saying to wait a little longer, but after a while, she still hadn't come. I said, "Why aren't you coming yet? I'm almost there!" She pleaded, "Wait a little longer." Speechless… Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. After a series of rapid thrusts, I said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." She said, "Okay, I'll come right away." Then a wave of heat surged into her body. She seemed to delay a little, continuing to thrust against my penis as I ejaculated, then twitched and went still…

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