The embellishment of a boring mature woman

After my cushy job of work, womanizing, and sightseeing ended, I focused my energy on my work project. The work was tough, but the progress in my career brought me considerable joy. However, I could never forget my womanizing adventures at Green Lake. But that was just a dream now. As I entered the workforce, I met more and more people. If I returned to Green Lake, the city's central park, my solitary activities would likely be spotted by acquaintances, which was extremely unsafe. Besides, the fixed 8-hour workday effectively restricted my freedom of movement.

One noon, I went to a small green space in the city. It was quite small, maybe 600 or 700 square meters, but surrounded by a fence. Inside, there was a pond, pavilions, flowers, trees, and benches—it did resemble a small park. At midday, few people were resting in the green space. I stood under the shade of a tree on the inner side of the space, smoking and idly watching the pedestrians and vehicles passing by. Just then, I noticed a young woman walk in. She was probably in her forties, with short hair and a slightly haggard face. Her gait wasn't particularly graceful; she was probably from some small town. She wore a white shirt, and while not particularly plump, her hips were wide, clearly indicating she had given birth. Since most of the seats were in direct sunlight, she went to the shade behind me, spread a newspaper on the grass under the holly bushes, and sat down against the wall of a building on the inner side of the space. Honestly, I wasn't particularly interested in this woman, and there was nothing I could do here, but out of boredom, I went over anyway. Sitting down next to her, she glanced at me sideways, leaned forward, shifted her position, and created some distance between us. I took a cigarette from the pack and asked her if she smoked. She shook her head and said no. I then asked her why she wasn't going home for lunch and was out having fun alone. She said it was too hot and she was too lazy to go back, so she was just resting there since her husband wasn't home. During our chat, I learned she was 32 years old (two years older than me), from a certain county, and her husband ran a small business in the city. She asked me why I wasn't going home, and I said I wasn't married yet and it didn't matter. She then asked why I hadn't found a wife yet, implying I was a womanizer. I sensed a flirtatious glint in her eyes, and I thought to myself, this woman is really good at pretending; she was deliberately keeping her distance from me at first. So I moved closer and put my arm around her waist, saying, "I can't find one, so I'm relying on you, big sister, to introduce me to someone." She leaned against me and said, "You men are all like this, calling me 'big sister' sweetly, but you're already plotting something." Hearing her say that, I knew she was already flirting with me, so I cupped her face and said, "Since you know I miss you, please grant my wish, okay?" I then kissed her rosy lips. "Mmm..." she moaned, and our lips pressed tightly together, our tongues immediately intertwining. Feeling her intoxicated breath, my penis gradually hardened. I let her lie on my lap and reached under her clothes to touch her breasts. This woman's breasts weren't large and were quite loose, but her nipples were large. I figured she was probably one of those women who had violated the one-child policy, having breastfed at least three children. When I pinched her nipple hard, she cried out, slapping my thigh and saying, "You rascal, be gentle!" Perhaps that's how she talks to her husband, haha. While I was kneading her breasts, she reached down to my crotch and touched my large penis. My hard penis throbbed in her hand, and she said as she touched it, "You wanted it too, huh? You're so horny." I pinched her nipple and whispered in her ear, "Is your husband's this big?" She breathed heavily and said, "I won't tell you." Seeing that there weren't many people around, I took advantage of my lust and the cover of the bushes to quietly pull out my penis and let her hold it in her hand. She gently kneaded it, occasionally flicking my swollen glans with her fingertips. I felt uncomfortable and unsatisfied, so I pressed her head down, wanting her to suck my penis, but she resolutely refused. As soon as my penis touched her lips, she turned her head away. Helpless, I had her lie on my lap, lifted her clothes, and squeezed her breasts with both hands, making her cleavage squeeze my penis tightly. At the same time, I thrust my large penis forcefully in her cleavage. Doing it this way, my penis felt a little dry around it, not as comfortable as fucking her vagina, but it was still very stimulating. Just as I was fucking her cleavage, a beautiful girl walked by on the street. She had long, flowing hair, wore a skirt, and had a voluptuous figure. I imagined myself fucking that girl, and thrust hard into the woman's cleavage a few times, ejaculating a large amount of semen onto her breasts. Afterwards, the woman wiped the semen from her breasts and nipples with tissue, muttering, "Young men are different; they can't hold back." I didn't know if she was praising me or mocking me, haha.

This kind of experience on the street is nothing unusual in Green Lake; it happens frequently. But it was still worth reminiscing about when my womanizing was at a low point. After ejaculating on the woman's breasts, we chatted for a while before going to work. I wasn't really interested in her; it was just a temporary thing. If I had exchanged contact information with her then, there would definitely have been a chance next time we met, but I really didn't want a next time.

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