Romantic Encounter

I met her at a trade fair. I learned she was the sales manager of a company. Watching her explain her company's products to

the passing customers, and listening to her cheerful voice, I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times: she

wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a very feminine charm. Around thirty years old, about 165cm tall,

with exuded the allure of a mature woman. I immediately decided I had to get to know her.

So, I walked up to her booth. She looked up at me and said, "Hello, sir, please take a look at our products

. We sell French brand skincare products, and we also have men's products. You can take a look, or even

buy a set for your wife." I smiled at her and said, "Sure! Where is your company located?

I can visit your place sometime." She smiled happily and said, "Okay." In her laughter, I saw her row of white

teeth and her sexy lips. I really wanted to kiss her! She gave me her business card. I looked at it, and her company was right

next to mine!

When there were fewer customers, I struck up a conversation with her. Her name was Zhuang Wei, and she also had an English

name, Jeany. She had been married for five years, had a two-year-old child, a husband, and a happy family.

That's how we met. After that, I often walked her home after work, sometimes even late at night

, just to be friends with her. Gradually, we became very close, talking about everything. She told me that her husband was often away on business trips,

and her child stayed with her parents. Sometimes she felt lonely and bored. As she said this,

she lowered her head, looking pitiful. Seeing her distress, I took her hand and comforted her. I suggested we go

hiking and have some fun on the weekend, and she happily agreed.

We also talked on the phone frequently. Unfortunately, her husband was home for a while, so we

didn't have a chance to go out. Finally, one weekend when her husband wasn't home, I called her and

asked if she was free to go hiking together. She excitedly agreed.

So I went to pick her up. When I got to the entrance of her apartment complex, I saw her already waiting there. She was wearing a white t-shirt and

loose black shorts, which accentuated her fair skin. She walked towards me, her full breasts

heaving. I opened the car door, and she bent over, her head bowed. As she bent, I saw her fair breasts and

deep cleavage. I felt a surge of heat. Looking at her sitting next to me, her fair thighs pressed

together , I immediately had the urge to kiss her. But I restrained myself. You know, things that are too easily obtained are often

meaningless.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, I parked the car. It was the weekend, and there were quite a few people hiking. "Do you often come here to hike?"

she asked me. "Yes, I come often. I really like it. I love the feeling of reaching the top and looking down at all the mountains

." I said, "And you, do you often hike?" "No, I don't come hiking alone, and he's not

interested either. Do you usually come with your wife and kids, or with others?" she said with a smile. I knew

who she was referring to. "No, usually it's with family,"

she said. Amidst laughter and chatter, we began our hike. The path was easy to walk on. Sometimes we walked side by side, sometimes I was in front,

and sometimes I was behind. Her buttocks were round and large, and the outline of her panties was visible through her black shorts, the color of which was

indistinguishable . Her full buttocks swayed from side to side as she moved her legs forward. Her snow-white, rounded

thighs and beautifully curved calves were incredibly sexy! They made one want to touch them at first glance.

I quickly walked to her side, and her sweat-drenched appearance was incredibly alluring. The sweat clung to her t-shirt

, making her breasts appear fuller and more voluptuous, almost seductive. Seeing her panting,

I took her hand and pulled her closer. I frequently

brushed hers, my thighs occasionally brushing against her buttocks. Her firm, full hips aroused me greatly. We

walked, and before we knew it, we were almost at the summit. Our long conversation had brought us closer together;

sometimes she even wiped my sweat. At those moments, we were face to face, and I almost kissed her, but she laughed and pulled away

. Sensing my change, she walked with her head down, a little shy.

Suddenly, she tripped over something and lurched forward. I quickly reached out and caught her, my hands

instinctively cupping her breasts. They were so soft, so comfortable. My penis instantly hardened. I held her

close , my penis naturally pressing against her buttocks. My hands couldn't help but caress her breasts. "No, not

here, someone will see," she struggled to move away, but still held onto my hand. Seeing her somewhat restless expression,

I couldn't resist. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled her close, kissed her lips, wrapped my left arm around her

waist, and pressed my right hand against her head to keep her still. She struggled, pushing against my chest with both hands,

but her strength waned. I moved my left hand down to her buttocks, kneading them forcefully. Our bodies pressed

tightly together, my erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. I could feel

the heat emanating from her. But we were on the street, and I was afraid someone would come, so I didn't kiss her for too long and gently released her. At that moment, I

knew that possessing her was only a matter of time.

"You're so bad, you're bullying me," she said, feigning anger. I took her hand: "Who told you to

be so charming and sexy? I couldn't resist." She giggled: "Really?" "Really."

I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist, half-carrying her forward. She slapped my hand and let me hold her.

An hour and a half later, we reached the summit. In the distance, towering peaks stretched as far as the eye could see, with occasional white clouds drifting among them.

The endless expanse of peaks and valleys was breathtaking; the beautiful scenery made us forget

everything else. We held hands, shouting and jumping, completely oblivious to everything else. At that moment, life felt truly wonderful. Watching her so happy, picking flowers

and taking pictures, her laughter never ceasing, I felt genuinely joyful. This was the joy I had brought her!

Amidst the laughter and chatter, darkness gradually fell. On the way back, she held my hand the whole way,

and I occasionally stole a kiss. When we reached the halfway point, we were both a little tired. Taking advantage of the fading light, I

led her to a rock in the nearby woods to sit down. I gently pulled her close, holding her to my chest. She struggled

for a moment, then stopped. I used the tip of my tongue to pry open her lips. At first, she was passive, but gradually she accepted me

.

So we kissed passionately, my hands caressing her breasts. Her full breasts aroused me so

much that I wanted to make love to her right then and there, but she held my hands tightly, preventing me from putting them inside her clothes.

The moans escaping her throat told me of her inner longing. I didn't force her, and I was also worried that

it was too dark to see the way down the mountain, so we sat for a while before continuing our descent.

By the time we reached the bottom, it was completely dark. Neither of us was in a hurry to go back. After eating, I started the car and

drove slowly. For a moment, neither of us could find a topic to talk about. We just drove in silence. I looked at her,

and she turned to look at me. In her eyes, I seemed to see a kind of expectation. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I drove

to a secluded spot and got out of the car. She followed me out. In this quiet suburb, I hugged

her again. This time she didn't struggle and leaned against my chest.

I put my arms around her waist and stroked her back, gradually moving my hand down to her buttocks. My hands kneaded her full buttocks;

the intense fleshiness made my penis swell and press against her lower abdomen. "No, don't do this, we can't do this,"

Jeany whispered, resisting. I kissed her, searching for her tongue. She kept her lips tightly closed,

preventing me from entering. I slipped my hands inside her clothes, turned her around, and hugged her from behind, kissing her ear. My hands

continued to caress her waist, and suddenly I grasped her breasts. She cried out, "Ah—!" I

unhooked her bra from behind.

Now my hands firmly touched her breasts. Her breasts were so soft and full; even though

she had given birth , they were still firmer than my wife's. I gently rubbed her nipples with two fingers, my tongue attacking her earlobe.

Her struggles gradually weakened, and I turned her around and pressed her against the car body. She pleaded, "No, no...

oh..."

Suddenly, she increased her strength and pushed me away abruptly. "We can't, we both have families,

we can't "

I was stunned, but lust overcame everything. I suddenly picked her up, opened the car door, and pressed her onto the back

seat , kissing her passionately at the same time. This time, I easily slipped my tongue into her mouth. I don't know how she

accepted my kiss so readily. I was experienced, kissing her slowly and deliberately, occasionally licking her earlobe. I

pulled up her t-shirt, kissing her neck, gradually moving towards her breasts. My tongue circled around her nipples,

while my other hand slipped inside her shorts, caressing her bare legs. She instinctively tried to block me with her hands, but I sucked hard on her

nipple , the sensation making her moan, "Mmm..."

Without hesitation, I quickly removed her top and shorts, leaving her

only my hands

caressed her flat, white abdomen. Her exposed nipples and body were intensely stimulated, and waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Let me go... oh... no..."

Jeany tilted her head back, her face contorting in agony, her long, black hair cascading down

her slender, white neck. This only fueled my lust; her genitals seemed particularly full. Her plump, rounded

thighs gleamed, and her slender calves were firm and straight. I removed her last piece of clothing,

my own, and pressed my 16cm-long, thick penis against her lower abdomen.

"No! Don't!" Jeany could feel my burning desire. I stroked her beautiful,

smooth legs. Jeany tried to squeeze them together, but her waist was too weak to support her, and I easily parted them. I

stuck out my tongue and sucked on the fleshy part between her thighs. Under my skilled tongue technique, Jeany immediately felt

a tingling sensation in her lower body. She wanted to resist; this was a place only her husband could touch, never touched by

any other man. She didn't want to betray her husband, but the tingling pleasure still inevitably entered her mind,

constantly battling with painful thoughts.

I lowered my head, seemingly increasing the pressure, making soft, sucking sounds. Jeany's consciousness

gradually blurred, and she felt wetness in her lower body. I raised my head and played with her tender petals with my fingers.

The feeling in Jeany's mind seemed to suddenly become real; the physical sensations were so

shameful yet so real. I had already inserted my fingers into her vagina at that moment. The wet, soft

walls of immediately enveloped my fingers, and I slowly began to thrust in and out. "How does masturbation feel? You must

do it often at home, right?" "No... um... be gentle..." Her beautiful body was enveloped in pain and shame, but

the tingling sensations made her involuntarily clench her legs, desperately trying to suppress the sensations inside her. "Ah!" Je

Any finally let out a moan from her tightly clenched lips.

She finally felt pleasure, and without me noticing, she pushed my hands away and hugged me tightly.

She moaned softly, the moans were faint, but enough to be soul-stirring. I sucked tightly on her pink

areola , circling it with my tongue. My glans gently rubbed around her vaginal opening. She

writhed uncontrollably, "Ah...no...you can't."

But her body was burning hot. Her snow-white flesh awaited my touch,

the nourishment of my love. Jeany's full thighs spread open in discomfort, "Ah...God...oh...I can't take it anymore..."

I continued to rub, "Ah...ah...ah..." Jeany let out a pleasurable moan. Looking at

the joyful expression on her elegant face, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Quick!...stop...help me..." Jeany's lustful voice and expression made

me swallow hard. I couldn't wait any longer and thrust into her. In just a few minutes, we both reached orgasm. After our lovemaking,

we didn't say anything. We went home separately, and when we met again, we acted as if nothing had happened. But every time

I saw her, I always thought of this romantic encounter. It was truly unforgettable!

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