A relationship developed through prostitution with a mature woman

The story takes place in Sichuan after a major disaster. I live in a small city in the north, working for a construction company affiliated with a well-known large private enterprise. Construction isn't the company's main business, so there's no pressure to meet performance targets; I'm carefree and relaxed.
Because the vice president of the parent company is my older brother who watched me grow up, everyone in the branch office treats me politely, even flatteringly. I'm provided with an older Honda, which, although a bit worn, still performs well. My job is to entertain people with food, drinks, and entertainment.
A major disaster in May disrupted my peaceful life. After the disaster, after much effort, the parent company secured a large amount of reconstruction work in Beichuan. And, after being reprimanded by my older brother, I was forced to embark on a journey to supervise the construction. Speaking of overseeing, it really just meant occasionally going to inspect some of the company's projects when I
felt like it. It was called inspection, but it was really just eating, drinking, and having fun. All expenses were reimbursed by the company. During that time, I naturally ate, played, and even went to prostitutes wherever I went. Ah, those were heavenly days. If my girlfriend hadn't been urging me to go back and get married, I would have wanted to stay longer. Now I often dream about those crazy days and crazy experiences. Hehe, I digress.
In Sichuan, there are also ladies from all over the great motherland. I won't talk about other places, but in my experience, Sichuan ladies are characterized by their short stature, small frame, but plump bodies, making them look petite and delicate. When naked, they have large breasts and wide hips. The only drawback is that due to the strong ultraviolet radiation at high altitudes, their skin is generally darker. But the more you play, the more you gain. One particularly unforgettable experience was with a 25-year-old karaoke girl. Let me tell you her story. One day in November of that year, it was a colleague's birthday .
After dinner, someone suggested going to karaoke, so a group of five of us headed straight to our usual spot. The owner, surnamed Sun, was from Northeast China. Actually, the place wasn't great, but Mr. Sun and I were friends (I'd introduced many of my friends there; the most impressive time, eight people in a private room were there because of my referrals, making me feel like a pimp). So, I got in for free; the room fee was 250 yuan, all-inclusive (excluding tip). Price is important, of course. Although I've been to high-end places, I usually go here with my friends, adhering to the principle of thrift. Parking is convenient, and if we call ahead, Mr. Sun will reserve his best spots. However, it was almost 9 pm when we decided to go, so we figured there wouldn't be anything good left, and we weren't really in the mood, so we didn't call and just went straight there. Sure
enough, there weren't many girls left. The madam quickly called a few more, and the second one caught my attention. This girl was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing an obviously ill-fitting short skirt and a low-cut, tight t-shirt. Her exposed skin was strikingly white under the dim light, a rare sight among Sichuan girls. She was fairly good-looking, somewhat resembling a certain celebrity, though I couldn't quite place her. She was very young, with a face that looked like a child's, and large eyes. She had a baby face, and her expression could be described as innocent and naive, even a little goofy when she smiled. But what clashed drastically with her face were her full breasts, almost bursting out of her obviously small t-shirt. How to put it... well, it was like the kind of thing Zhang Yimou, that old lecher, did in "Curse of the Golden Flower," only hers was fuller, with a deeper cleavage. My eyes widened instantly. The other brothers, knowing I had a thing for this type, all looked at me with lewd grins. "You're the one," I said casually, but secretly, I swallowed hard
. Singing in karaoke bars is pretty much the same everywhere – drinking, singing, and groping. What's more interesting is playing dice; I don't remember the exact rules, but the rewards and punishments were based on the dice rolls. Punishments included drinking, being touched, being kissed, or having an item of clothing removed; rewards included not having to drink, touching or kissing someone else, or having an item of clothing worn. The result was predictable: the customer is king, and we were participants, referees, and rule-makers. Before long, several girls had taken off their tops, barely leaving their underwear on. The scene was quite shocking. Then, my girl stood out. Her breasts were not only large and full, but also snow-white, smooth, firm, and round, without any sagging. I've been with countless women since I lost my virginity at 17, but in terms of breasts alone, this girl's were definitely number one, a true gem. Those wolves' eyes... Taking advantage of the reward, they all started groping and kneading my girl's breasts. She clearly hadn't seen anything like it before; her face flushed red, unsure whether to dodge or let go, she could only look at me pleadingly. Normally I wouldn't care, but seeing her helpless gaze that day, I suddenly softened. And seeing those wolfish hands ravaging her breasts, I suddenly felt a little indignant, so I said, half-jokingly, "These are mine, you're not allowed to touch them." The wolves could only drool and reluctantly withdraw their hands. During the rest of the time, I kept my arm around her shoulder, and she, partly to show intimacy and partly to cover her breasts, kept her arm around my waist. So her breasts were constantly pressed against my waist or chest; their softness, elasticity, smoothness, and warmth quickly aroused me, and I took her into the dance room
. The so-called "dance room" was actually a place for groping and even fast food, but we didn't do anything there. We just chatted and cuddled, occasionally touching each other. Perhaps because I had helped her out of an awkward situation earlier, and although I'm not particularly good-looking, I'm 1.72 meters tall, and rather refined—you could call me a hypocrite—she didn't resist my advances and gradually became more talkative. During our conversation, I learned that she came from a remote mountainous area in Zhaotong, Yunnan (close to Sichuan), and her name was Jingju (a very rustic name). She was born in November 1989, meaning she was not yet 25 years old at the time. Her family was very poor, often going hungry. She had a younger sister working away from home and a younger brother still in school. Her mother was seven years old when she... She died of illness, and her father went to work in Kunming. He sent money a few times at first, but then we lost contact. She grew up with her grandfather, relying on relatives for support. She dropped out of junior high school and became a nanny for a cousin in Zhaotong. Because of her large breasts, her cousin's husband often took advantage of her, but her cousin accused her of seducing her husband and kicked her out. She had no choice but to come to Kunming to stay with her cousin who worked as a hostess. She arrived that very day, wearing her cousin's clothes—no wonder they didn't fit. I'm not usually a sentimental person, but listening to her story, I suddenly felt heavy-hearted, just as a philosopher once said: "The sun doesn't shine on everyone." Perhaps some would call me hypocritical, pretentious, or stupid, but at the time, for some reason, I believed what she said was true, and... And I genuinely felt sorry for her. Later, seeing how upset she seemed, I changed the subject, asking her what size bra she wore and how it could be so big. She said she wore a size 36, probably a D cup, and she didn't know why it was so big. Her younger sister, a year younger, had breasts about the same size. (Wow, she "often doesn't even have enough to eat," yet she has a 36D bust. My girlfriend, from a wealthy family, pampered since childhood, only has an A cup. Thinking about Zhang Ziyi and Zhou Xun with their flat chests, I can only marvel at the wonder of genes.) Getting a little excited, I asked her if she could work as a prostitute, and how much she'd charge. She said yes, but didn't know the price. Seeing my suspicious look, she said she'd only been there that day and had never worked as a prostitute before. Even working as a hostess was a first for her. Could it be? Surely I wouldn't run into a virgin? I couldn't let that go, but no, she'd already been taken advantage of by some scoundrel in Zhaotong under the guise of dating. A pity, but her first time working as a hostess was pretty good with me (don't laugh at me, it was the first time I'd ever trusted a hostess's recommendation). The next day I was going to Beichuan, so I asked her if she wanted to come. She hesitated, saying her cousin agreed. I told her to call her cousin over. When she arrived, she recognized her as someone she knew and her cousin agreed, only saying her cousin was still young and I should treat her well. I readily agreed. Since she didn't have a cell phone, we agreed that she would call me at 1 pm the next day, and I would pick her up.
The next day at 1 pm, she indeed called. After finding out the location, I quickly bought a box of Durex and some snacks to pick her up. She was still wearing the same clothes as last night, just with a jacket. Without saying much, we drove straight to Wenchuan.
About half an hour after leaving Chengdu, she started to feel drowsy. I reclined the seat for her to sleep, and she woke up after about half an hour. Since there wasn't much to talk about, I took out my PSP to show her. It happened to have an adult film I'd downloaded a few days ago on it, and naturally, I had ulterior motives for showing it to her. Although she was a little embarrassed, she started watching anyway. Gradually, her expression became unnatural; her face turned red, and her legs, which had been flat, began to twist and turn. Seeing this, I slipped my right hand inside her bra and began to caress her breasts. She made soft "hmm" and "uh" sounds from her nose. Then I put my hand between her skirt and panties and gently stroked her labia. After a few strokes, her panties were wet. She twisted even more violently, stopped watching the PSP, closed her eyes, and lay back on the seat with an expression of both pleasure and discomfort on her face. I slipped my hand inside her panties again. By then, she was incredibly wet down there; her thick labia, inner thighs, and pubic hair were all glistening with love juice. After stroking her labia a few times, I thrust my middle finger into the cleft. She cried out, then bit her lower lip to suppress it. I pumped my finger in and out a few times, then forcefully pulled it back, stimulating her G-spot. Her juices increased with each thrust, but after only a few strokes, my right forearm started to tire. I tried to pull out, but she held my right hand tightly, preventing me from doing so. She pulled her skirt and panties down to her knees, spreading her legs wide. Looking at her wanton expression, her snow-white, sexy buttocks, and her thick, rosy labia, my penis was already rock hard. I really wanted to stop the car and fuck her hard, but I couldn't find an outlet. Even if I could, it wouldn't be possible to do it on the roadside. So I continued driving, my hand never stopping, gritting my teeth and persevering. This position was so awkward; my left hand was on the steering wheel, and my right hand was inside the woman's vagina. My right forearm felt increasingly sore and numb, but thankfully her cries were getting louder, and finally, with an "Ah!" she released my right hand, collapsing into the seat and panting heavily. I quickly pulled my numb right hand out to move it, and saw that my middle finger was covered in milky white love fluid, and there was a wet patch on the seat under her buttocks. So lewd
. The car was still speeding along when, after recovering, her first words were, "Is this what an orgasm is?" This surprised me greatly. It turned out her so-called boyfriend wasn't much older than her, and every time they had sex, he'd rush in and thrust in quickly, ejaculating in just a few strokes. It was a strange feeling. I'd given a 25-year-old girl her first orgasm, which made me proud, but the pleasure wasn't from my penis, but from my middle finger, which made me a little embarrassed. And the fact that it happened in a car on the highway added to the strangeness. Probably not many guys have had this experience. But I didn't have time to worry about it. Since my big cock was still erect, I grinned mischievously and said, "You're having fun, but what about me?" She reached over, unzipped her pants, and pulled out my big cock. I said I'd use my mouth like in porn. She was a little reluctant, but seeing my insistence, she bent down. Unfortunately, being Asian, we were indeed ashamed. Even though I lowered the seat, raised the steering wheel, and twisted my body towards her as much as possible, she could only barely take half of it in. She also resolutely refused to let me give her a blowjob, and her head moving around was affecting the driving. For safety reasons, I had to give up. But I secretly rejoiced that the porn on my PSP was Japanese; if it were Western porn, I would have been incredibly embarrassed. Around four o'clock
, we arrived in Wenchuan. The project manager from the engineering department called, saying they had prepared a dinner and I should come over as soon as I arrived. Seeing that her clothes didn't fit well, I took her shopping. It was really difficult to find clothes that matched her face and bust. Finally, we managed to buy her a white long dress, I think it was from the brand "Lady's House," and a pair of high heels. She looked really pretty in it, with a youthful innocence and purity, and her full bust exuding alluring sexiness. Remembering that her bra and panties were cheap, and that I had wet her panties in the car, I took her to a lingerie store and bought her two sets of underwear, including a black lace-trimmed, semi-transparent set that I had deliberately chosen with ill intentions. While she tried on the underwear, I sat outside smoking, watching the various women with interest. The sales clerk in the store looked at me with disdain, probably thinking, "This old man who's dating a younger woman (I'm seven years older than her) is really lecherous." Hehe
. After shopping, we went to the hotel to check in. As soon as we entered the room, I couldn't wait to pull her to the mirror to try on clothes. A 25-year-old girl is truly invincible in her youth; her skin is snow-white, smooth as cream, and her full, perky breasts and buttocks make her slightly plump waist appear slender. Wearing that black lingerie set, she looked utterly lewd. How could I resist? I quickly pulled off her panties, and right there in front of the mirror, I had her support herself on the sink with her hands, and began thrusting hard from behind. Watching her gritted teeth and strained expression in the mirror, her breasts, made even larger by her bent-over posture, heaving with each thrust, and hearing the "slap slap" sound of her snow-white, plump buttocks hitting my lower abdomen, was pure bliss. This time, because it was only for my pleasure, I ejaculated in less than 5 minutes.
After a quick shower, we went to eat. After dinner, as is customary, we went to find some fun. Since I had a girl with me, they dispersed, and I took her for a stroll before returning to the hotel. That night, we did it again, trying every position I could think of, including oral sex and breast sex. The oral sex was so-so; she wasn't very good at it. Breast sex, however, was fantastic. Her breasts seemed born for men to use. We did it again the next morning. Although she wasn't experienced, her youthful sexiness satisfied my desire to conquer, and I did my best. She had several orgasms (I'm ashamed to say, of all the prostitutes I've patronized, she was the only one who experienced an orgasm). I won't go into the specific details; fellow enthusiasts can experience it for themselves. The process is largely the same, but the feelings vary from person to person
. The next day we flew to Dali Old Town and checked into a well-known guesthouse on Foreigners' Street. During the day, we rented a tandem bicycle and explored Erhai Lake and Cangshan Mountain together, having a great time. Seeing the genuine excitement on her face made me happy too. At this point, I probably no longer saw her as just a prostitute I could get by paying money (to be honest, I disagree with those who don't treat prostitutes as human beings; prostitutes are human beings too, equal in dignity to us. They simply chose a different lifestyle that isn't accepted by traditional social morality, all in an effort to live and to live better. You can't redeem them, so you have no right to judge them. Being kind to them isn't self-deception). It's deceiving. When you don't treat them as tools for sexual gratification, but as sexual partners, then you'll experience different feelings both physiologically and psychologically when you have sex with them. That night, we drank in bars in the old town, and back at the guesthouse, it was all about sex. She attracted quite a bit of attention along the way; in the bars, foreigners would often lewdly approach her, which made me feel quite proud. After staying in the old town for two days, we returned to Kunming. When I took her to her place, I gave her another 300 yuan, but she refused, saying I'd already bought her so many things. This was the second time she'd surprised me, so I arrogantly said, "This little bit of money is nothing; consider it support for your brother's schooling," and only then did she accept it.
After this experience, her feelings towards me changed. Besides money, it was probably also because I treated her well and even showed her a little bit of affection. Whenever I went to her place, she would always come to keep me company, even if she was already at another hostess's. She would still sneak over to talk to me and have a drink. Later, I took her out a few more times, and she was always happy to go with me. On my birthday, she even knitted a scarf for me. This was the third time she surprised me. However, our relationship only went so far. In today's society, it's already quite good if people can have even a little bit of friendship. Even though she was a hostess at a karaoke bar, once Boss Sun half-jokingly said that she was practically my personal escort, and suggested that I just keep her as a mistress. I never considered keeping her, not because of money, nor because she was a prostitute, but because keeping a woman requires some kind of spiritual connection and communication. And between us, besides sex, we had nothing in common. After all, she hadn't even finished junior high school, so I seriously and firmly refused.
My relationship with her was nearing its end. My girlfriend was constantly pressuring me to get married, and even our parents were calling to urge us. Reluctantly, I prepared to return home. Before leaving Yunnan, I planned to visit some places I hadn't been to before, so I took her with me for the last time.
This trip lasted 10 days, covering Yuxi, Xishuangbanna, Ruili, Honghe, and other places. In Hekou, we even smuggled ourselves into Vietnam for half a day. During the day, we drove, ate local specialties, and saw the scenery. At night, we went to bars, drank, and then went back to the hotel for sex. One noteworthy point is that in Hekou, the legendary paradise for men and a haven for prostitutes, I specifically hired a Vietnamese girl for a threesome. Unfortunately, this Vietnamese girl was younger and didn't know how to play. I only ejaculated twice, barely enough to satisfy the desire for a threesome, and I didn't feel anything special. Another day, while driving on a secluded mountain road, I impulsively decided to have sex in the sun. It was exciting, but I was worried about the cars parked on the side of the road. She also complained that the branches on the ground were hurting her back and buttocks, so she had to bend over and hold onto the tree while I quickly finished using the rear-entry position. I was satisfied, but she wasn't.
The night before I left, I called her to my place again and we had sex all night. The next day, when I left, I gave her 5,000 yuan. She said she wanted to see me off at the airport, but I refused and instead took her back to her place. We parted at her place, and I felt a little sad when I left.
In life, we all have many different experiences and some special memories. My experience with that 25-year-old nightclub hostess ended just like that. Although it was just an interlude in my life, it was still an unforgettable experience. Now, when I caress my wife's A-cup breasts, I sometimes think of her, of those 36D breasts that I once possessed, which brought me endless joy and pleasure.
After returning home, I placed a group photo on our desk. It was from the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the XX (my hometown) bridge, which our company helped build. There was a young girl next to me in the photo. When my wife (then my girlfriend) pressed me for details, my answer was simply that she was a staff member of a local unit. Of course, my wife also raised her doubts: were there really such young staff members? I think her real question was: why was there such an indescribable feeling in her eyes when she looked at me? Was it... love?

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