[A 48-year-old mature woman I met on the subway] [Author: marco513]

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A 48-year-old mature woman I met

on the subway. Many people who commute by subway every day have noticed that they often encounter the same
people riding the same trains, and even choosing similar seats each time. The reason for this is
quite simple: office workers take the subway to get to and from work on time. Their wake-up time forms
a biological clock , so many people take the same train. Over time, they know which seats in the carriage
are less crowded and which doors are the most convenient for transfers, resulting in consistent
punctuality .

My story today happened on my way home from work. My company used to close at 5:30 pm every day, but
later, in response to the government's call, the lunch break was reduced by half an hour and the closing time was changed to 5 pm.
That's how I met Sister Han (I only found out her surname was Han later, but I'm calling her that for convenience
) on my subway home every day. We had never met before because of our different closing times. The station we
boarded was relatively close to the terminal, so everyone had a seat. The next two stations were busy major stations,
but because our subway line was a suburban line and I finished work relatively early at 5 pm,
the train wasn't very crowded. There were definitely enough seats, but those standing were spaced far apart.

These days, everyone on the subway is looking down at their phones, and I have that habit too, so I didn't
notice . Then one time, when I was getting off, I saw a woman—the kind of mature woman I like—
but it was just a fleeting glimpse, and I didn't get a clear look. There are so many people coming and going on the subway every day, so
I didn't pay much attention. The next day, I saw the same woman again. This time, our seats were a car apart.
For the first two stops, I could see her a little, but as the train got busier, our view was blocked.
I didn't see her for the next two days; one day I was working overtime, and the other day she might have had some issues.

Note: The section between the dividing lines below is quite detailed, describing my gradual
approach to . You can skip this if you don't like it; it won't significantly affect the overall plot.
I personally enjoy the feeling of slowly "training" a mature woman, especially the process of gradually
arousing .

Later, after work, our company shuttle bus was a little late to the subway station because the next
train wasn't until five minutes later. So I rushed in before the doors closed. Finding a seat,
I looked up and was delighted to see the mature woman sitting right across from me. This was the first time I'd had a chance
to look at her closely. She looked to be around 45 years old, probably not very tall, less than 160cm. She had the typical figure of a
middle-aged woman—full but not overweight, with fairly fair skin that looked well-maintained.
Upon closer inspection, she was quite pretty, with a small, round face and a petite appearance. Just as I was getting
into it , two stops later, two people got on and stood between us, suddenly obscuring my view.

The next day, when I got to the subway after work, I saw the mature woman waiting in front of a train door. I should mention that
our station is an elevated platform; security checks are on the first floor, and boarding is on the second. There's only one entrance on the second floor, in
the center of . We were going to transfer at the terminal station, and the transfer entrance was at the front of the train. So, at this station, most people wait in the middle of the carriage or at the front; fewer people are willing to wait at the back.
However, this mature woman and I clearly didn't like being in crowds, so we always seemed to run into each other at the back. When waiting, we usually chose the less crowded door, so the door we waited for might vary slightly each day, but it was always in the last carriage. Since the mature woman was already there, I naturally went over and stood behind her. After boarding, I followed her and deliberately sat . I should mention that I enjoy having sex with mature women, and this woman was my type, but she wasn't promiscuous. So, initially, I only intended to observe her. Women these days are very wary, and I didn't want to approach her rashly, lest something go wrong. That day, the mature woman sat with , chatting occasionally. I was lucky; for the first few stops, people blocked my view, allowing me to look at her without restraint. Perhaps my gaze was too intense, because the mature woman seemed to sense someone watching her and subconsciously looked up. I immediately looked away. Everyone should have experienced this: when someone looks at you, even if you don't look at them, you can feel their gaze, and usually you'll turn your head to look at them. The other person always feels caught spying and subconsciously turns away. This has nothing to do with being shy; it's a conditioned reflex. After a short while, I felt the mature woman was no longer paying attention to me, so I turned my gaze back to her. But less than a stop later, she noticed me again, and the scene repeated itself. I was a little dissatisfied with myself, so when I turned my gaze to the mature woman's face for the third time, I told myself to hold back and not unconsciously turn my head away. When she turned her gaze to me for the third time, she noticed my focused eyes and became uncomfortable, quickly looking away and continuing her conversation with her colleague. This amused me, so I continued to stare at her, occasionally glancing down at my phone. She looked up at me twice more, each time meeting my intense gaze, and quickly looked away each time. I also noticed that she seemed tense under my gaze; her body was clearly not relaxed. At this point she definitely knew I was looking at her, but she didn't show any displeasure. A few stops later, someone who had just boarded stood between us, blocking my view. I could no longer see the mature woman's face, but I still noticed her body wasn't as tense as before. It seemed my undisguised stare had put some pressure on her. After a while, the person in front of me moved about ten centimeters to the side. That's when I realized that if I turned my head slightly, I could see the mature woman's face again. Since I was sitting in the seat closest to the , I leaned my head against the partition and fixed my gaze on her again. A moment later, the mature woman must have sensed my gaze again, because she looked up and met my eyes once more. She clearly hadn't expected this.

Even after I was blocked from seeing her, she still tried to look at me from the side. She immediately lowered her head, no longer looking at me, and even showed
a shy expression, her face turning slightly red. Even her female companion noticed something was amiss and called her twice
before she reacted. At the transfer station, I deliberately walked behind the mature woman. Looking at her from behind, I noticed her buttocks
were very round and large, swaying from side to side as she walked, noticeably more pronounced than the average woman's. She also walked with
her legs spread quite wide, although we were transferring in different directions.

The next day, the mature woman was still waiting for the train. Today she was alone. I arrived at the station a little later than her. After boarding, we sat in the
same seats as yesterday, and I continued to stare at her. After yesterday's test, I felt that
this mature woman didn't seem to mind my gaze. So when I noticed her looking at me, I would nod and smile slightly at her.
At first, she would quickly lower her head, just like yesterday, her face slightly red, looking a little shy. Later, I noticed this
mature woman starting to look up at me occasionally, but each time she couldn't resist my intense gaze and quickly looked
away. However, she gradually seemed to adjust. Later, when I nodded and smiled at her, she would
also give me a slightly awkward smile, but still shyly lower her head, her hands
nervously rubbing together, and her body still quite stiff. When we got off the train to transfer, I walked behind her
for a few steps , then stepped forward to walk alongside her. She turned and glanced at me, and I turned and smiled back at her. She
still seemed very shy. We only separated when we started our respective transfers, but I didn't say anything.

At this point, I knew this woman definitely had feelings for me, but I was still unsure if she was suitable as a
lover. However, I wasn't in a hurry. My principle when looking for mature female lovers has always been to try my best, but let things take their natural course
.

The next day, I arrived early, before the woman I knew. I stood at the same door I'd been waiting for the previous days,
glancing towards the platform entrance every now and then. Soon, she and her companion entered. She saw me too.
Although there were more people waiting at my door than at others, she still pulled her companion to stand behind
me in line. Once on the train, we made a point of sitting opposite each other. She was more relaxed than yesterday, looking at
me more often and being more proactive. She even managed to make eye contact with me for a while. But being
a woman, she always succumbed, shyly lowering her head first. However, because she had a companion, she
still seemed somewhat distracted.

The next few days were the same. We didn't bump into each other every day, but whenever we did, we'd
instinctively stand at the same door waiting for the train. She would deliberately sit opposite me, make eye contact, and then shyly lower her head and smile. Actually
, I felt the time was ripe to make my move, but for the next week, either I missed the opportunity for some reason,
or she was with a female companion.

Finally, one day, the mature woman was alone. We naturally boarded the train through the same door, but
to her surprise, I didn't choose to sit opposite her. Instead,
after sit next to her. After sitting down, I greeted her. She didn't speak, just
nodded and lowered her head. I wasn't in a hurry and started chatting with her casually. At first, she hardly
spoke , mostly nodding or shaking her head, occasionally uttering an "Mmm." Later, she started saying a few words to me,
her voice clearly that of a middle-aged woman, slightly sweet.

After that, we gradually became acquainted. Whenever she was alone, I would sit next to her.
I also tried not to move over, and she hesitated but didn't come over. We talked more and more
, and I learned her name was Han XX, 48 years old, so I called her Sister Han. Sister Han is from Beijing. Her personality
is pretty much what I imagined: rather shy, very easygoing and compliant, and remarkably, quite innocent. However, she always
seemed a bit melancholic. Later, through some subtle probing, I finally learned that Sister Han divorced in her early forties
because her husband had fallen for another woman and dumped her. Since the man had a clear
advantage , custody of the child was awarded to him. Afterward, Sister Han lived alone, only visiting her child on weekends,
and spending the rest of the year with her elderly parents.

As we talked more, Sister Han became increasingly casual in our conversations. Eventually, she asked me why I had initially
visited her. My inner monologue, of course, was that I wanted to sleep with her, but I couldn't say that outright. So, I lied and said it
was because she resembled an older sister I used to know. Under her continued questioning, I said that this older sister had always been very kind to me,
but later, due to personal reasons, we lost contact. Sister Han seemed very interested in this fabricated
"older sister," frequently asking about her situation. So, I had to continue making things up. Fortunately, Sister Han was
relatively simple-minded, and my acting skills and storytelling abilities were quite good.

I'm fairly familiar with mature women, and Sister Han was clearly the type who would never actively "cheat."
However, years of sexless life must have left her incredibly sexually frustrated, and I'm quite adept at handling
women like that. So, whenever we met on the subway, we'd instinctively sit together. Sister Han
also seemed to have found an excuse to travel alone as much as possible, and after my repeated requests, we added each other on WeChat. Since
the subway seats weren't very spacious, when there were six people, everyone was quite close together. I
deliberately sat very close to Sister Han. Aside from initially shrinking away slightly,
she let me stay close to her. Because it was summer and we weren't wearing many clothes, our arms could touch directly. I also
noticed that Sister Han's skin was indeed well-maintained; it felt quite smooth. Later, I continued to probe,
placing my hand on the outside of her thigh on the side next to mine, occasionally brushing against her thigh. Sister Han just glanced at me
and let me do my little thing. However, when I tried to go a step further and secretly reached
behind to touch her buttocks, Sister Han firmly refused. I tried several times without success. On one hand
, Sister Han felt it was too much to do in public (although it was unlikely to be discovered), and on the other hand, I knew I
hadn't quite reached the right point yet. But at that moment, I knew that for Sister Han, our relationship was simply due to a
lack . If I continued to try, Sister Han wouldn't have much psychological resistance towards me.

Since getting married, I've been very careful to maintain a stable family life. After all, a mistress is like chili sauce, and a wife is like
rice. Rice may not be the most delicious, but you have to eat it every day; even the most delicious chili sauce can't replace a meal.
Eating. So when Han Jie and I started meeting for meals, I was very careful about my time. Fortunately, my job
involves some socializing, so coming home late occasionally wouldn't arouse my wife's suspicion.

When Han Jie and I had our second meal together, we had known each other for over a month. Since we spent half an hour together almost
every day after work, Han Jie's attitude towards me had become much more relaxed. That
meal wasn't in the evening but on a weekend. My wife had gone to her parents' home in another city, and I was
home alone because I couldn't get time off. I deliberately chose a restaurant with a dimly lit, hazy décor, and specifically selected
a table in the far corner. The table was for four, with two chairs on one side and a two-seater
sofa . At my insistence, Han Jie and I sat side by side on the two-seater sofa. After ordering and the food was served, the waiter left,
and the table basically became our private world. We started eating, and as we finished,
my hands began to wander towards Han Jie's mature body. Han Jie probably expected this outcome
and didn't show any obvious aversion. My hand tentatively reached out and wrapped around her waist. The middle-aged woman still had some
extra flesh around her waist, but the plump feel was incredibly enjoyable. Seeing that Sister Han didn't seem to mind, I started
touching her thighs and even her buttocks through her skirt. It wasn't until my hand reached her breasts that Sister Han grabbed it
. However, with my insistence, she could only let me knead her full breasts. But when I
tried to put my hand inside her bra, she refused to let me. I wasn't in a hurry; I took my hand
down and put it inside her skirt, constantly stroking her smooth thighs. When I tentatively moved further in, trying
to explore her genitals, Sister Han immediately clamped her thighs tightly together to prevent me from succeeding. My palms and the backs of my hands were enveloped by
the soft, thighs, which felt quite pleasant.

So, except for the most crucial parts, I touched Han Jie's entire body. Then I kissed her
face, and with my persistent efforts, she even half-heartedly kissed me on the lips, though she only
touched briefly before pulling away. Finally, after I had been touching and kissing her for a while, Han Jie finally
found an opportunity. While I was temporarily pausing my harassment, she told me she wanted to talk to me. I had touched her
enough, and knowing she would definitely have questions for me, I stopped and waited for her to speak.

Han Jie told me that she wanted to hear the truth from me about my relationship with the previous "sister
. " The story I told Sister Han before was just an excuse, but because I drew on
the experiences of my former mature female lovers like Aunt Wang and Sister Yaqing, the naive Sister Han believed it was true. Now
that Sister Han asked, I knew what she wanted to know, so I pretended to hesitate before suddenly making up my mind
and told Sister Han haltingly that my previous "sister" was actually my lover. After I finished,
I looked at Sister Han. She didn't show any anger or surprise, but rather
an expression ," but she didn't say anything. So I continued to talk about some intimate details between me and the "sister,"
which made Sister Han blush a little. Finally, she interrupted me, not letting me continue.

Afterwards, Sister Han complained to me, a little angry, saying that she wasn't that kind of woman and that if she knew I was
like that, she definitely wouldn't talk to me. But I knew these were just excuses from Sister Han. As a conservative, respectable
woman , Sister Han wasn't psychologically comfortable with the idea of being a lover, and her pride compelled her to give me
appropriate criticism. However, judging from how she obediently let me touch her earlier, I knew this long-deprived divorced woman
had already been aroused. I'm quite experienced in this area, so I explained that it was consensual
and that we genuinely had feelings for each other. Seeing that Sister Han was gradually accepting my explanation, I hinted that
it wasn't bad for anyone. As I mentioned before, Sister Han is a naive woman, and coupled with years
without sex, I easily persuaded her. When I tentatively told her I was a little sleepy but
still wanted to chat and didn't want to go home now, she innocently asked me what to do. So I suggested
we get a hotel nearby to rest. If Sister Han still didn't understand after this, she wouldn't be naive, she'd be stupid. Following my usual practice
of seducing respectable mature women, I didn't expect to succeed this time and planned to take it slow. So
, I didn't really expect Sister Han to accept. Unexpectedly, she was quite decisive, gritting her teeth and nodding in agreement
.

Sister Han is shy, but luckily, the meeting place we chose wasn't in our usual area. However, going to a
hotel together was out of the question. Normally, this is the man's responsibility, but Sister Han said she didn't want the hotel staff to see her
entering the room alone without checking in, so she insisted on going to the room to find her. So we found
a relatively secluded budget hotel. While waiting, I quickly went to a nearby convenience store and bought a box of condoms.
After Sister Han checked in and gave me the room number, I locked the door and hung up the "Do Not
Disturb" sign. I saw Sister Han sitting a little awkwardly in the guest room chair, but she had thoughtfully booked a
double room. When Han Jie saw me enter the room, she said, "Take a nap, we can talk after you've rested." I knew she
was still a bit reserved, so I said I wanted to take a
shower first. I told her to sit in the room while I went to the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, dried myself with a towel, and then, after a moment's thought,
simply tied the towel around my waist to cover my lower body. I grabbed my clothes and left the bathroom. Han Jie was surprised to see
me like that. I tossed my clothes aside, deliberately leaving my underwear on top, letting her know
I wasn't wearing anything under the towel. Then I told her, "Why don't you go shower too?" Before she could refuse,
I pulled her up and pushed her into the bathroom. Hearing her start showering, I untied the towel and placed it on
the bedside table, took a condom from my bag and put it on the bedside table, then crawled into bed and sat against the headboard, waiting for her to come out.
I figured she knew what to do next.

Soon she finished showering and came out; she certainly didn't disappoint me. Like me, Sister Han was wrapped in a bath towel
, holding her clothes, including her underwear and bra. The towels in the budget hotel weren't
very big , so Sister Han could barely cover herself, her two long, white legs completely exposed. Smiling contentedly,
I held out my hand to Sister Han. She saw the towel I had just used, tossed aside by the bed, but her face was still red.
She lowered her head and slowly approached me, extending her hand for me to hold. Then, with my pull, she obediently crawled into the covers
and sat beside me. Next, I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her
down .

What followed was simple. I first slipped my hand inside her welded bathrobe and caressed her body. This time, Han
Jie didn't resist, so I directly touched her large, smooth breasts. At the same time, my other hand
went directly to Han Jie's genitals. As a mature woman who had been deprived of sex for a long time, Han Jie was quickly
conquered . Her mouth opened, she breathed heavily, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes closed, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and her body
twisting unnaturally. I knew that for Han Jie, being able to accept sleeping with me openly was already
a rare thing, so I didn't discipline her too much. After caressing her for ten minutes, I took a condom and put it on.
For a respectable, mature woman like Sister Han, I usually don't go overboard with techniques on our first time in bed, nor do I force any
romantic gestures or "training." Instead, I try to have sex with her for as long as possible, which is exactly what women like Sister Han, who
have been celibate for a long time, need most. The longer I have sex with her, the greater the chance she'll let me continue. So I directly pinned
Sister Han down, spread her legs, and first rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva. Sister Han began to
moan softly. Then I aimed my penis at her vulva and thrust it in. Sister Han let out
a scream , which startled me. I saw that sweat was pouring down her forehead, and she kept saying it hurt.
Only then did I realize that Sister Han's vulva was indeed very tight. In fact, under my caresses, her vulva was already full of
lustful fluid, but now only the head of my penis was inside. With the force I used, if it were any other
mature woman would have already penetrated to the deepest point.

At this point, I realized I had been too hasty. It seemed that Sister Han hadn't had sex since her divorce,
so even though she was an older woman who had given birth, her vagina was
exceptionally tight because it hadn't been used for six or seven years. So I pulled out my penis, gently comforting Sister Han, and first tentatively inserted my fingers into her
vagina. As she gradually adjusted, I added another finger. Gradually, I felt that Sister Han's vagina
wasn't as tense as before, and her vaginal fluid increased, covering my fingers. So I told Sister Han that I was going
to try again, and asked her to try to bear it as much as possible. If it really didn't work, she could tell me. Although Sister Han had been in a lot of pain earlier
, she had already come this far and longed to be truly fucked by me. This time, I tried to enter Sister Han's vagina as
gently . Throughout the process, Sister Han kept her brows furrowed, but she still persevered
until I pushed my penis all the way in. At this point, I also noticed that Sister Han's vagina was shorter than that of most women. My
penis was still partially inside when the head of my penis was already touching her cervix. After that, I slowly began
to thrust in and out . Sister Han gradually adapted; after all, she was a woman who had given birth, and once she started using it again, her vagina
wouldn't remain so tight forever.

The rest of the process was simple. Since Sister Han had almost no sexual skills, I was basically
on top the whole time. To better fuck her, I tried to control myself from ejaculating,
pausing whenever I was about to, and pulling my penis out to rest when I got tired. In the end, I fucked Sister Han intermittently for about an
hour . Sister Han, who had been deprived of sex for so long, was completely limp from my fucking, experiencing many orgasms. However, Sister Han was still quite reserved,
deliberately suppressing her moans, and her cries were rather lackluster. But Sister Han's expression was incredibly alluring;
she kept her beautiful brows furrowed, a delicate expression of being both bullied and coyly resisting, which gave me a great
sense of conquest. Moreover, I was very satisfied with Sister Han's body. Her breasts were the kind I love—large and soft
. Although she was petite, she had full breasts and a curvaceous bottom, and even her protruding belly exuded
the charm .

After the intense session, I was quite exhausted. Sister Han was drenched in sweat and fell asleep immediately afterward,
so I lay down next to her and took a nap. Half an hour later, I woke up to find Sister Han still
fast . I nudged her and called her name a few times, but she didn't respond. It seemed I had really
exhausted her, and she wouldn't wake up anytime soon. So I got up, dressed, and left the hotel. I went to a convenience store and bought
some drinks and snacks. When I returned, I put the food away, sat down, and started looking at my phone.
About an hour later, Sister Han finally woke up. I handed her a bottle of water, which she drank a few sips of.
It was clear she was still very weak. After drinking some water and eating some of the snacks I had given her,
Sister Han finally regained some strength. Then she remembered she was still naked. Since
I had taken the towel back to the bathroom, Sister Han asked me to get her some clothes. I grinned mischievously and said, "You look best like
this . If you want some clothes, go get them yourself." Although I had just given her a great time, Han Jie
was still quite reserved, and feeling rather lazy, she simply continued to rest in bed.

Having slept for half an hour and eaten something, my strength had mostly recovered, so I
took off my clothes and crawled into bed. Han Jie could tell from my actions that I wanted to continue, but she didn't
resist. So I started caressing Han Jie's erogenous zones again. Although Han Jie still felt weak all over
, the long-deprived, horny woman's defenses were breached, and she experienced the long-lost pleasure of sex. Her inner desire
was quickly reignited, and soon her vagina became wet again. Then I penetrated
Han Jie's thirsty body again, this time deciding to let her try some new positions. Although Han Jie had little experience and
lacked , she was very obedient and compliant. So I first lay on my back on the bed, then helped
Han Jie straddle my body, letting her swallow my penis little by little with her vagina. Because Han Jie's
vagina was relatively short, when my glans touched her cervix, my penis wasn't fully inserted.
At my signal, Han Jie tried to sit down further, but a tingling, numb sensation made her uncomfortable, and she
hesitated after several attempts. Honestly, I only felt desire for Han Jie, and for a docile woman like her,
a rougher approach was more likely to conquer her. So I grabbed Han Jie's body and forcefully pushed my entire penis into
her vagina. This time, Han Jie really couldn't take it, not because of the excruciating
pain , but because of the intense tingling and numb sensation. Her uterus was pushed deeper into her body along with her cervix, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure. She
collapsed onto my body, her large breasts flattened against my chest. Han Jie breathed heavily on top of me, and after a while...
Afterwards, I felt she had recovered enough, so I gently helped her sit up and started moving her
up and down . Han's large breasts heaved violently, and she quickly reached another orgasm.

Afterwards, I tried several different positions with Han. When I penetrated her vagina in a doggy-style position, Han
finally screamed under the combined stimulation of lust and her mind.

After ejaculating again, we still didn't choose to stay overnight. Although we didn't book another time, Han's flushed
face told me she was already eagerly anticipating the next time.

Only a week has passed since then, and there's no further development.

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