A real outdoor encounter with an old woman

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That time, it must have been around September 2008, I went to Ya'an, Sichuan on a business trip. After reaching the Ya'an Bridge, I walked towards Shawan, about a kilometer or two across the river. Anyone from Ya'an, or who has been there, will know which place I'm referring to.
Because my sense of direction isn't very good, I walked to a park and asked how to get to Shawan. First, a man suggested I take a taxi. I thought, "Taking a taxi? Why am I asking you?" Then I asked a woman, who said it wasn't far, not far to walk, or you
could take a bus. She asked what I was going there for, what I did for a living. I told her I ran a business. She asked how many people I had in my shop and if I was hiring. I said yes, I was actually looking to hire. She asked what kind of person she wanted, what the requirements were, and how much the salary would be. She mentioned she had a son working in a factory, and asked if it would be suitable. So we started chatting and exchanged business cards. I suggested we sit down in the park to talk. We sat down, a bit far apart, and she wasn't the kind of woman who was overly flirtatious. However, this woman's buttocks looked soft, and I really wanted to touch them. Because I have a strong sex drive, even
the slightest stimulation makes me craving it. I thought to myself, in a place like this, it would be so nice to have someone to have sex with; this older woman has never experienced it before. Although I had this desire, I didn't know how to make a move. But during our conversation, I noticed she often muttered incantations and made hand gestures, so I asked her if she was practicing some kind of qigong. She said yes. She said it was quite good.
Later in our conversation, she mentioned she had a master who said that with a single movement, he could push mountains down. I thought to myself, "You're just bragging; you might end up falling at my feet."
I then asked her, "I don't know much about qigong like that. I've heard there's a kind of qigong that requires sexual intercourse between men and women to practice. Is that true?" She told me that such a thing existed, a secret Tibetan qigong. I wasn't interested in finding out, so I just said, "Oh, so that's true!
I'd only heard about it before; I didn't realize it actually existed." I asked her if she knew how to practice such a qigong. She said she didn't learn this kind of skill, so I asked her if her master knew it. She said he did. I asked if she had practiced with her master, and she said she had and it felt great. I knew that her master must have some connection to her. Since her master could practice it, I figured I could too.
I said I'd like to learn this kind of skill, the kind that's only effective in intimate situations between men and women. I was initially hesitant, not daring to be too explicit, and she seemed a bit reluctant. She said it depended on fate. At this point, I started bluffing, and finally she agreed. We started looking for a place. She suggested her master's rented house, but he wasn't there. I said that wouldn't work either.
We walked to a denser area in the park, and she said, "Let's go here then." I looked around; although there weren't many people, there were still some walking around. I touched her breasts a few times, but still didn't dare to do it. After all, it wouldn't be pleasant if someone saw me or the security guards. I said it still wouldn't work, and we looked at a few more places but weren't satisfied. She suggested we go to her master's place. I was starting to feel the urge, so I went with her. I knew that going to her place was very risky. If the locals were tough, I'd be in a real mess if something happened. I could only follow along.
Unless the location was exceptionally good, I'd rather not do it at all. She told me to just say we were going to rent a room. After navigating several alleys, we arrived at her place, a landlady couple. I asked them about the rental situation, and they told me. I expressed my dissatisfaction and said I'd go upstairs to take a look. When we got to her room, I glanced at it and said, "Let's forget it, let's go somewhere else." It was upstairs, a wooden building. They said it would take half a day to come down to view the room, and the people downstairs would definitely know what was going on upstairs. Because of the large age gap, they didn't look like a couple, so I didn't dare do it there.

I initially thought of finding a hotel, but then I remembered that they needed ID cards, and it wasn't honorable for others to see me doing it with someone so old. So I didn't go. I said, "Let's go to the mountains then. Practicing martial arts requires spiritual energy; doing it in a house would be disturbed by worldly energy." In the end, we went to the mountains. Damn it, the mountains are just mountains—the conditions were terrible, and I didn't want to go too far. So we found a place with lots of trees. No one noticed,

but the conditions there were really terrible—rocks and mud everywhere. Oh well, I guess I'll have to make do. I should have let her bring a blanket. I peed, took out my penis, but it wasn't very hard. She knelt on the ground and took it into her mouth, sucking. I tried to get it hard too. I helped her up and touched her breasts—

sagging and small. I touched her genitals; they were a little wet, soft, and there wasn't much hair left. I found it hard to believe someone her age would still be wet. I forgot to mention her age; she was probably in her fifties. Then she started kissing my forehead, trying to kiss me on the lips, but I avoided it. She seemed very hungry. Finally, I put her pants on the ground. She had brought another pair of pants from home, which I hadn't noticed. I started thrusting into her, which was really uncomfortable. But she seemed to enjoy it. Finally, I kissed her on the lips; they tasted salty, so I immediately stopped. I ejaculated after a few minutes. My penis wasn't very hard, so we finished quickly. I felt pretty good that I could even get an erection and ejaculate, because some environments greatly affect sex.
For example, if I'm with a prostitute, unless it's a nice hotel, I just can't perform. If it's a good hotel with my lover, I can easily have three orgasms a night. My wife and I have lasted a maximum of 100 minutes, and I checked the time that time. But I kept thinking about one thing: my business card was still with her. After we finished,
I made her turn around and said that we needed to "stop" the practice, otherwise I might go into a state of demonic possession. While she was turned away and her eyes were closed, I quickly opened my bag, took out my business card, and put it in my pocket. I've posted before that I'm pretty good, except that my sexual needs are a bit strong. As for whether she had money or anything in her bag, I didn't care at all.

Later, after she finished the practice, got dressed, opened her bag, and asked me why my business card was gone. I said I didn't know. She said maybe my master took it away with his power. I almost couldn't help but laugh at her answer. I said yes. This kind of thing depends on fate. As we walked out of the woods, she clung to my hand, but
I pulled it away. I said we were just practicing, nothing more. Some people who go astray during practice act like lunatics; if she keeps following you, you'll be in trouble. I told her that the Double Ninth Festival is in a few days, a double yang, and we'll meet on that day if we're meant to.

I was afraid she'd cling to me, so I gave her some hope, but I couldn't bear to lie to her. I said that as long as our hearts are in it, it's fine; maybe we can make love with our minds that day. I couldn't let her wait for me alone. When I was about to leave, she seemed reluctant to let me go, saying she wanted to stay a little longer. I said no, I'm leaving. Just then, a tricycle came by, and I got on and left.
Having experienced this, I've tasted the flavor of an older woman. Personally, I think a woman's vagina only differs in size; for example, one person is thinner, another fatter, and the feeling is slightly different. But as for the vaginas of women in their fifties and fifties, there's no difference. Making love with an older woman doesn't really have any flavor.

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