One-night stand with a young woman playing mahjong

The first time I saw her, she was wearing a newly made black dress with gold trim, her chest prominent, and
she walked her head held high, exuding an air of self-importance. Seeing her arrogant demeanor, I secretly
resolved to take advantage of her.
Having set a goal, I took action. Before long, through careful observation and covert investigation, I quickly gained a basic understanding of her
daily habits and whereabouts.
Because her husband and children were not around, she spent most of her free time at the mahjong table after work.
Whether it was due to limited skills or bad luck, she always lost more than she won. In casual conversations, I mostly saw her sighing and complaining—"Yesterday
I lost a hundred, the day before I lost fifty." I rarely saw her beaming with joy; if she did, it was because she had won
that day . Women like her, who don't need to take care of their families in their spare time, are rare. Maintaining a daily gambling game would be difficult.
Observing her expressions and catering to her preferences is a tactic I've always used to please women. Before long, I naturally became
her gambling partner. Although I was young at the time, as a gambler, I was no longer "young." I
could described as "experienced" and "battle-hardened." I had no interest in their small gambling games at all,
but my real intention was not gambling.
To win her over, I would deliberately give her the cards she wanted while playing cards, or intentionally let her win. I
would also use subtle tricks and techniques during the dealing and shuffling of cards to
create At crucial moments, I would subtly hint at her moves. In short, since I started helping her,
her luck improved significantly; she won more than she lost, and her cheerful demeanor became more pronounced. Of course, she was aware
of my special "attention," as
I played a crucial role in her transformation from a habitual loser to a frequent winner. As time went on, our special relationship as "colleagues and card buddies" gradually brought
us it only took less than half a month
. I knew I had succeeded in the first step.
Once a woman gets close to you, all that's left is opportunity and courage. Because of the excuse of playing cards,
I had more opportunities to be alone with her. But just having opportunities alone with her wasn't enough; there also needed to
be conditions . Only when both conditions and opportunities were met could you have a chance of success, and this chance, with careful
planning and scheming, could become a reality.
As usual, the agreed-upon location was her house. I remember that day it was drizzling. On the way there, I had all sorts of fantasies
. How exciting and novel it would be to have an affair with a married woman in the drizzling rain! When I arrived at her house, the card table was already set up,
and she was anxiously waiting inside.
"There are other people here," I said, pretending to be concerned about the card game, but inwardly I was thinking how
wonderful it would be if the two people I had arranged to meet couldn't come.
A golden opportunity presented itself. Half an hour later, the first friend I had booked called, saying her daughter had a high fever and
had to go to the hospital, so she couldn't come. Although she was annoyed, she couldn't complain too much since the other person genuinely had something to do
. She called the other friend, who called back, saying her husband's father had just come from the countryside and was mediating a conflict between his brother's family,
so he couldn't come either. Although I pretended to watch TV, I heard everything on the phone. This
was a rare opportunity, and facing my long-coveted prey, I felt a surge of joy. I squinted at her, and wow, she looked incredibly
sexy . A perfectly fitting, brand-new black cheongsam clung tightly to her slightly upturned, plump buttocks, and her high
, full breasts seemed ready to burst forth, alluring and tempting.
After making several more calls, she reluctantly came out of the room. "Young man, we can't play today. It's raining outside, and
none of them want to come."
"Never mind then," I said, feigning indifference.
The rain outside was pouring down harder and harder. I got up, pretending to be about
to go out. "Hey, it's raining so hard, why don't you play a little longer?" Her face flushed slightly as she said this. Although we'd known each other
for a long time , this was the first time we'd been alone together in a room with no one else around, so it was understandable that she wanted me to stay—the rain
was so heavy. But perhaps as a married woman, being with such a vibrant young man in such a downpour,
it was impossible for her to remain calm. Her blush might have been because she'd thought of this, but this
subtle expression didn't escape my hunter's eyes. Heh, where do you think you're going? A surge of joy welled up inside me…
"Do you have any DVDs? I want to watch some DVDs, TV is so boring…"
It's impossible for a middle-aged couple, so eager for sex, not to have pornographic DVDs at home. My choice to watch DVDs had a
purpose.
She opened the drawer and let me choose, but all I found were newly released business cards; I couldn't find anything I
wanted .
"Anything interesting?"
"What? What's interesting? Aren't those movies interesting?" She knew what I was going to say but deliberately changed the subject.
"Hehe, do you think I'm a child?" I teased her intentionally.
"Are you an adult?" She feigned an adult's demeanor.
"I'm very bad..." I walked over and approached her. "
What are you doing..." she asked, her breathing rapid.
"Doing bad things..." I grinned lewdly as I moved closer to her.
"No, no, no, I can't, I'm your older sister!" She backed away step by step, with nowhere to retreat, the sofa blocking her way.
"Liking your older sister isn't allowed either," I chuckled, grabbing her hand. She retreated in fright, falling into
the sofa . I pounced on her, seeking her lips. She dodged, her face flushed red.
"No... no... no..." "Although she was shouting, her voice was weak and feeble.
At this point, the woman was powerless to defend herself, and this kind of evasive woman sometimes fueled even greater desire.
Dry tinder and a raging fire, once lit, would burn fiercely.
The rain poured down, the loud noise unable to mask her heavy breathing. Our tongues
swirled wildly in each other's mouths. It was my first time with a woman in a cheongsam, and I couldn't find a way in, so I
explored the cheongsam itself. She reached out a hand and gently unzipped one side of the zipper, slowly pulling it back. Wow, her skin was so beautifully maintained,
smooth and delicate, soft and elastic. I greedily kissed her from her neck down. She gasped for breath,
collapsing onto the sofa. I gently unhooked her bra. Such beautiful breasts, firm and incredibly elastic. I used my teeth..."

I gently nibbled at her breasts , and she couldn't help but let out a soft "oh," perhaps because I used too much force, or perhaps because she couldn't help herself. I cupped her breasts in my hands and began to lick and suck them with my tongue, sometimes gently nibbling with my teeth, sometimes swallowing them with my
mouth, making "smacking" sounds with my skillful movements.
"Oh, a little gentler, a little gentler..." she murmured, burying her head deep into the sofa.
The cheongsam was gone, the bra was off, leaving her only in a pair of black, narrow-brimmed panties. I didn't rush
to take them off , but instead slowly stroked along the outer edge of the panties, from top to bottom, rubbing along the contours. Then, I slipped my fingers
inside the panties. Ah, the grass was already soaked. I slowly probed inside; such an alluring wetness, sticky
and warm. The two petals were already slightly parted, the restless depths of the flower yearning for entry. There was no need to hesitate any longer. I
joined my fingers together and pointed directly into the depths of the flower, stirring rapidly, faster and faster. "Oh, um..." she moaned softly,
her body moving rhythmically with the movement of my fingers. And at this moment, her mouth never left her erect nipples. With my teeth kneading
and pressing, simultaneously stimulating both areas, her primal desires were quickly aroused. Her body stretched and
writhed on the sofa. Not satisfied with my harassment at the edge, she pulled one hand from under me,
around my back, and between my legs, tightly gripping my rock-hard penis. She slowly stroked it, not
quickly, but guiding and teasingly. When I got up and removed my clothes, looking at my erect penis, she chuckled,
"So long..."
I flicked my penis, deliberately raising it high, and asked with a lewd grin, "Ready?" "You little rascal," she cursed,
burying her head in the sofa like a child. This action had a strong... Tempted and stimulated, I practically ripped off
her panties, climbed onto her back, parted her legs, and accurately entered from behind. Her already soaked flower cave
needed her flower cave was already loose, and with the pre-warming foreplay, my thick penis
moved with ease and comfort. The loose flower cave had its own unique charm, as the
direct was relatively reduced. At least the accumulated magma erupted instantly. The thrusting became faster,
more intense, and deeper with her waves of pleasure. She turned over, lying on her back with her legs raised high, her opening wide with a continuous stream of vaginal fluid,
like a deep, unfathomable hole that needed to be filled to satisfy it.
Thrust, thrust, and thrust again, deeper and deeper still. I gripped one of her raised legs in each hand, like a
tireless old man pushing a cart, pushing rapidly. Although the rain was heavy, the "plop, plop" sounds of my penis and vagina during
the thrusting were still clearly audible. My pent-up desire and lust, stimulated by the intense thrusting,
finally reached their peak after 1000 rounds. A surge of heat shot down from the top of my head, gushing out. "Wow...
" I couldn't help but shout, collapsing weakly against her already sweat-soaked chest, burying my face between her breasts,
panting heavily. She held me tightly in front of her breasts, refusing to let go for a long, long time.
"You little rascal, you finally succeeded..." she said contentedly.
Haha, so she was aware of my scheme all along. Thinking about it, a woman in her prime, with her husband away for years, how could she possibly
be so docile?
The plan to seduce the young woman was a success. My lecherous friend, enjoying the experience, couldn't bear to stop and kept pressing me for details. Later, I
told her that after succeeding, the card games ended, and almost every night I'd go to her house for a wild time. During those days,
I was always hunched over, a sign of kidney deficiency, as anyone with a sense of self would know. This affair continued until her husband
returned from out of town. "Are you still in contact...?"
someone eagerly asked. I smiled without answering... because I had just run into her in the city center the day before yesterday.
We smiled at each other and passed by. I didn't want to contact her again, and she didn't want to contact me either. Wasn't that good enough?

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