Middle-aged women

I'm 38 years old, a middle-aged woman. My husband has been abroad for two years. I
live with my daughter and in-laws. My family is from Jinan, and I work as a dealer for FAW Cars in Changchun. I'm considered beautiful; people
say I'm a cold, elegant rose. Actually, I'm quite ordinary—

a typical Eastern woman. I met him the night after the Changchun Auto Show this summer. He's
a 31-year-old journalist. Our first meeting was quite unusual, but I didn't pay
much attention . That night, I was watching a performance at the closing ceremony of the auto show when the manufacturer called, asking me to go to
the auto show's trading center to sign a contract. It was already late, but the opportunity was too good to pass up, so I went. After signing, we all
had dinner together. I drank a lot that day and felt dizzy and unwell. I left before the other
friends finished eating. It was already late at night.

It started raining heavily outside. Since I lived far away, I hailed a taxi. The car broke down
after a short distance, so I had to get out and walk. I walked a long way without finding another taxi.
The rain intensified, and I trudged through the rain alone. Whether it was from days of running around or from being drunk, I
felt dizzy and the world was spinning. I leaned against a roadside railing, almost collapsing. Occasionally, a car or two would pass by, and I
frantically waved, but none stopped. I started vomiting, feeling my body
slowly collapsing. Then a car stopped beside me, and a man got out. He helped me up
and put me in the car. On the way, he kept asking where I lived and if I was sick.

I only told him I wasn't feeling well and that he wanted to take me to the hospital. He probably took me to a hospital in Erdao District.
He helped me into the emergency room, and after that, I don't remember anything else. When I first opened my eyes, I saw him
. He was resting on a chair next to me, asleep. He was wearing a white shirt, and his coat
was hanging by the door, with traces of my vomit on it. The sound of me turning over woke him. He didn't say anything, just
smiled and said, "Doctor, you have heatstroke. You should rest well." I wanted to say a few words of thanks, but I was too
embarrassed. He said it was morning and went out to get me some porridge or milk. Then he went out.

A while later, he didn't come back. Then a doctor came, a woman, and brought me some porridge
. She told me that my friend had left.

I asked the doctor to help me call my friends who had come to Changchun with me to inform them. I tried hard
to remember , and looked around, but there was nothing there. My phone and my wallet were in my bag,
along with my contract. I thought I might have lost them, or left them in his car! After a while, my friend came. I only told him
I was sick and didn't say anything else. I thought, "So be it. It's best if I'm not hurt." I returned
to the hotel because the manufacturer was hosting a three-day trip to Jilin City and Changbai Mountain, but I
didn't go because I wasn't feeling well.

I stayed in the hotel for two days. On the third night, I suddenly received a call from a gentleman. I thought, "I
don't have any friends here, why would someone be looking for me?" But I let him come up anyway! He was the
one who took me to the hospital. I looked at him closely for the first time. He was very fair-skinned, his eyes weren't big, but they were very bright, he always
had a smile on his face, and he looked very young, probably around 27 or 28 years old. He was over 1.8 meters tall and had a very good appearance.
Not particularly handsome, but very attractive. We talked a lot. He told me his name was Su Rui, 31 years old, and he used to be
a reporter for a TV station in Beijing, but he had resigned and was now self-employed, still working in news, program planning, and
entertainment communications. He was single.

His home was in Beijing, and he had his own studio in Qinhuangdao. He was also there because of the Changchun Auto Show. He
had met me on his way back to the hotel after hanging out with friends the day before yesterday, and then he went to the hospital to find me, so I left. He
found me using his hotel room card and ID card found in his bag! I don't know why, but we talked a lot.
Maybe it was out of gratitude, but I think there was something else that fascinated me. After sitting for a while, he asked me to go for a walk, and
I agreed. He drove me around the streets of Changchun for a long time, telling me about the scenery and local customs.
He seemed very familiar with Changchun; actually, his hometown is Harbin, but as a journalist, he's very knowledgeable!
Later, we went to a KTV bar. The lighting and music were great. Because I wasn't feeling well and
hadn't recovered, I only drank some juice.

I don't know if it was his smile or his charm that made me like him, but I felt like I talked
a lot that day. We talked about everything from career, love, family, and marriage to ideals, the future, and society. So much. Later,
he told me that he was also a netizen, just like me. We exchanged messages. It was past 1
a.m. He told me he had to leave and took my bag out of the car, saying he wanted me to check if I had lost
anything. My intuition told me that nothing was missing.

In the instant before we broke up, I felt as if I would lose him forever. He was a wonderful man.
I had no other intentions; I just wanted to keep him there for a little while, even a minute. I don't know why I was so bold as
to ask him to come upstairs for a bit. He agreed, and under the mocking gaze of the security guard, we entered the elevator.

When we arrived at my room, I went in. For some reason, I didn't turn on the light. In the darkness, he took
my hand and led me step by step to the window. I longed for him to hug me, to caress me, but he didn't. He simply
held me close and whispered in my ear, "You know what? You're a wonderful woman. You have your own
world, and I can't interfere. You're happy and beautiful, and I don't want to hurt you, even though I like you a lot
and want to be with you. I'm feeling impulsive right now." I rested my head on his shoulder, hinting to him, hinting to
him to do what he wanted.

I felt him trembling. I could feel his erection throbbing, pressing against my
lower back, seemingly close to me through my skirt. But he didn't. I heard his sigh. Suddenly
he scooped me up and placed me on the edge of the bed. He took off my shoes and reached his hand inside my shirt. The moment I'd
been waiting for had arrived, but he abruptly withdrew, simply saying, "You should rest. Don't overwork yourself." I left. I
closed my eyes and listened to him open the door. His footsteps faded into the distance down the hallway. I admired him—
a man of great rationality and willpower—but also felt a pang of disappointment. A while later, my phone rang. I knew it was him. On
the phone, he told me he cared about me deeply but didn't want to ruin everything for me because I was an adult.
The game of love is one that no one can play. He cried because he had fallen for me.

But he was a freelancer, a person with an unstable life. I asked him on the phone if he could
spend day, and he agreed. After hanging up, I also cried. That's how life is;
things you encounter unexpectedly may become things you wish you could have for a lifetime!

The next day, I didn't go back with my colleagues in Jinan; I made an excuse that I had something to do. I waited until 10 o'clock before he
called and told me to come downstairs; he would pick me up.

He took me to a film studio and a car factory. We played until after 3 pm. He was worried
I was too tired, so he took me to his place to rest.

At his hotel, we both took showers. Since I had already returned home and had all my belongings with me,
I quickly changed my clothes. He had also showered and changed, looking even more manly. We
listened to music in his room, opened his laptop, and went online. We looked at pornographic websites. Everyone was excited.
He hugged me from behind, his hands moving from my back to my chest, grasping my full, round breasts, kneading and rubbing them. Then he
leaned in and kissed my neck, earlobes, and red lips, and I
responded , gradually moving down, gently placing them under my skirt. I felt a surge of blissful
excitement, and I unconsciously moaned. He said, "Sister, does it feel good?" "It feels so good, you're so good," I
said . I leaned weakly against him, letting him do as he pleased.

He removed my stockings, stroking my thighs, touching them back and forth, then touching my
wet genitals. He stroked my clitoris.

He smiled at me and inserted his fingers into my wet vagina. My face flushed instantly, and I
shyly pulled his hand out of my vagina, feeling the wetness and heat of my genitals, the pubic hair on both sides of my labia
covered in vaginal fluid… The vaginal fluid flowing from his hand soaked his sheets. It
feels so good . My pussy hasn't been fucked in a long time. I asked him to close the curtains, turn off the computer, and turn off the lights. We
took off our clothes in the dark. He hugged and kissed me. Suddenly, he turned on the light. I saw him completely naked, half-
lying beside me. His powerful penis was so big and erect between his legs.

At that moment, a strong sexual desire surged through my body like an electric current.
What does it feel like to make love with a young man?

He reached out and touched my full breasts. I leaned into his arms, and we leaned against each other. He
touched and kissed me, then suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me up, and put me on the bed. I hit him shyly.
He then got on the bed and hugged me tightly, kissing my breasts, genitals, and whole body passionately. He carefully admired my
full genitals and the dense pubic hair. I saw him stroke my vagina with one hand, going in and out.
I felt very comfortable. Itchy, throbbing, I couldn't control myself. We rested for a while, then he
suddenly got up, pressed down on me, and forcefully kneaded my breasts with both hands
, pinching my nipples hard a few times. Overwhelmed by the sexual stimulation, I couldn't control myself and
kept hips. He then groped my buttocks, and I felt his hand reach down to my vulva, his fingers
parting my labia and inserting two fingers into my vagina simultaneously.

His other hand continued to knead, pinch, and rub my breasts. My sexual desire surged, my vagina
felt uncomfortably hot, and gushing fluid flowed out. He knelt between my thighs, using two fingers of
his other hand to part my labia, rubbing the head of his penis back and forth at the entrance of my vagina to lubricate it. Then,
with a sudden thrust of his hips, his fluid-covered glans entered my vagina.

I moaned continuously, and he smiled at me, kissing me. The sensation was wonderful, incredibly pleasurable.

His penis began to rhythmically thrust in and out of my vagina. The dreamlike sensation
grew , becoming increasingly pleasurable. So beautiful! I never imagined I'd so easily give myself to a
boy so much younger than me. It's so good to have a man fuck me. He moved up and down on top of me, panting heavily. The deeper he went
, the more pleasurable it felt; the better he stirred, the more wonderful it felt. Time passed, and I moaned softly in pleasure
: Oh... You're so good... Ouch... Hmm... Gently... It's wonderful...
My vagina was so full I couldn't bear it, but the more he saw me like this, the harder he thrust

, pumping in and out quickly. His penis pumped rapidly inside me, then he thrust a few more times, asking
if I could ejaculate inside. I said yes, and I felt streams of hot fluid shooting out, hitting the vaginal
walls . He said, "I ejaculated inside you, did it feel good?" I smiled.

We lay there for a long time, about 20 minutes, then he started kissing my vaginal opening again, his tongue swirling inside
, kissing my vagina and sucking on my nipples. After his licking and manipulating, my desire gradually increased,
my vagina tightening and relaxing. He told me to climb on top of him, and I did as he said, grabbing my buttocks and
thrusting my hard penis into my vagina. It was difficult to get in, so I used one hand behind my back to help him push it
in. I excitedly kissed his mouth, and he sucked on my tongue, licking my
saliva. The taste of semen filled our bodies and mouths. His penis began to thrust, his buttocks rhythmically
pumping upwards, the pleasure of intercourse spreading throughout my body. I couldn't hold back and vigorously moved my hips, an indescribable feeling
taking me to a blissful paradise. I had never felt this way in all the years I'd been married to my husband. I didn't know how to describe or express this joyful and excited feeling. I didn't know if it was because it was the first time with a man other than

my husband, 　　or if he was just particularly good. Anyway, I loved having sex with him. And so, we embraced, each releasing our sexual desire. My vaginal fluids flowed continuously, mixing our pubic hair together, a dark, tangled mess that made it impossible to distinguish his from mine. I waited intently, focused on the pleasure, and then his penis quickly hardened, thickened, and lengthened. I felt his semen spray onto my vaginal walls in spurts. At that moment, we were both exhausted, immersed in a blissful state. Our intercourse lasted quite a while, and I felt an indescribable pleasure in my vagina. This time, we embraced and played until evening. 　　The next day, he took me hiking again . 　　We played on the mountain all day, laughing and chatting, until it gradually grew dark. On the way back, along the way...

We held hands all the way up, and he even kissed me occasionally. When we reached the halfway point down the hill, we were both a little tired. Taking advantage of
the approaching darkness, he led me to a rock in the nearby woods to sit down
. We sat for a while before continuing our descent. By the time we reached the bottom, it was completely dark. He drove slowly, and for a moment, neither of us could find a topic of conversation. We
drove in silence.

I looked at him, and he turned to look at me. He drove to a secluded spot and

got out of the car. I followed him out. He hugged me again. He held my waist, stroking my back and
gradually moving to my buttocks. His hands quickly removed my shirt and shorts,
leaving He sucked on my pink nipples, gently biting them with his teeth, while his hands
caressed my flat, white abdomen. My exposed nipples and body were intensely stimulated, and waves of pleasure
overwhelmed me. My genitals seemed very full. Her full, rounded thighs gleamed, her slender
calves were strong and straight. He removed her last piece of underwear, and at the same time stripped off his own clothes, his
16cm long, thick penis pressing against my lower abdomen.

Under his skilled tongue, I immediately felt a tingling sensation in my lower body. My consciousness gradually blurred, and
I felt wetness in my lower body. He raised his head and played with my tender petals with his fingers. The feeling I had just experienced
seemed to become real, the sensations in my body were so shameful yet so real. At this moment, he
inserted his fingers into my vagina, the slippery and soft flesh immediately surrounding his fingers, one. Two.
My God . His whole hand was inside. My vagina was stretched to the point of tearing by his hand.

He could actually fit a hand in.

In the heat of passion, he slowly began to thrust in and out. "How does masturbation feel?

You must do it often at home, right?" "No... um... yes. Oh. Gently..." My beautiful
body was enveloped in pain and shame, but the tingling sensation made me involuntarily squeeze my legs together, desperately trying
to suppress the sensations inside me. Finally, I felt pleasure, and I moaned softly, a weak moan, but
enough to be captivating. He sucked on my pink areola tightly, circling it with his tongue, his glans
gently rubbing around the entrance of my vagina. My body writhed uncontrollably. He knelt in the carriage, leaning his upper body against me,
lifting one of my legs with one hand and placing it on his shoulder, while the other hand grasped his hard, erect penis, which was about to explode, and rubbed it against my
already wet clitoris.

I suppressed the urge to scream, closed my eyes, and his lower body thrust forward, and in an instant, his hot penis was
deeply inserted into my love-filled hole. I felt the thick, dark penis... He thrust
in and out . I closed my eyes tightly, my breath seemingly stopping. His skillful technique made each thrust feel
like it was hitting my heart, throwing me into a state of blissful ecstasy. Every cell in my body vibrated
to , and I moaned wantonly, oblivious to my surroundings. Although his thrusting
was slow, each stroke, the sound of flesh squeezing deep inside me, made me moan uncontrollably
. He changed positions in the car, and with each change, I... I screamed excitedly, "So exciting! So exciting!"

After three or four hundred thrusts, his pace quickened, the pleasurable pressure intensified, and he continued
to penetrate me. My wanton body had reached a point of no return. I rapidly moved my hips, feeling
unprecedented pleasure. My upper body arched back, my long hair disheveled and obscuring my face. I swayed my hips wildly in rhythm with
his thrusts, simultaneously pushing my full breasts towards his hands, frantically stroking and shaking them. I was
panting , drenched in sweat, my hands gripping him tightly. He held me close, and my vaginal muscles contracted strongly,
gripping his penis tightly. This sensation immediately sent me to a climax of pleasure. His penis
spasmed uncontrollably as an indescribable wave of pleasure surged through my brain. He did too, his semen gushing out in spurts, shooting deep into
the depths of my vagina.

My uterus contracted strongly, and an intoxicating pleasure coursed through my entire body. His hands gripped my back tightly, and
his legs arched high, clamping tightly around his waist. A thick stream of hot love juice sprayed onto his glans. I
climaxed!

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