The young woman selling tofu pudding

It was summer vacation during my first year of high school, the height of summer. My parents were both at work and hadn't returned home. I was home alone. They say high temperatures can arouse sexual desire, and for some reason, while reading, I found myself reaching into my pants to masturbate. My heart was restless! Suddenly, I heard a voice calling, "Buy some tofu pudding!" Oh, I thought, let's go see. Didn't the book say the best way to quit masturbation is to distract myself? I lived on the first floor, so I went to the window and looked out. A woman selling tofu pudding was carrying a shoulder pole towards me. She wore a straw hat, which, because of the bright sun, covered most of her face, making it impossible to see what she looked like. She wore a light white shirt, and perhaps because of the weight of the pole, her center of gravity was slightly lower, causing her to sway rhythmically from side to side as she walked. Perhaps due to long hours of hard work, from a distance, you could clearly see her uniquely feminine curves—no excess fat, just beautiful, graceful lines! As I approached, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the shape of her bra was faintly visible through her light-colored shirt. Her breasts were exceptionally full, her skin slightly dark, and she had a healthy expression. Her buttocks were playfully upturned, large and round, swaying from side to side as she walked—alluring! I quickly told her to stop, and seeing that I had business, she immediately looked at me with a broad smile. "How many bowls do you want?" a sweet voice asked. Since I couldn't see clearly, I replied with concern, "It's so hot outside, why don't you come inside?" At this time, sellers are often very accommodating to buyers, especially since I was thinking of her. She didn't say anything and just went into my house. Only then did I see that she was a woman around 30 years old, with a rather robust body. "Have a bowl first, I'll talk after I finish eating," I said, and she squatted down to serve me. Because her summer clothes had a lower neckline, I could see her full breasts through the lower neckline. Her breasts were tightly squeezed together, forming a deep cleavage, and her bra seemed about to fall off. A strange impulse surged into my heart, "I really want to have sex with her!" I then moved behind her, her buttocks were high up, round and tight, and I really wanted to hug her from behind and penetrate her. After serving the tofu pudding, I asked her to sit down. Since it was much cooler inside than outside, she also took off her straw hat, and her thick black hair was piled on her head, reflecting her red face. As I ate, I struck up a conversation with her. "Doing business outside in this heat must be exhausting!" "Absolutely! I have to get up early every morning and be out all day, all for a few bucks!" "It must be tough. Are you married?" I asked casually. "Haha, you're joking, young man. My son's already in elementary school, and I'm doing this to pay for his tuition." "What!" I feigned surprise. "Oh, I never would have guessed! You have such a great figure. I thought you were doing some chores for your family during summer vacation!" Hearing my praise, she smiled with the satisfaction typical of women, a blush of shyness creeping onto her face. After saying that, I deliberately gave her a thorough once-over, as if to prove the truth of my words. She lowered her eyes and head slightly. Knowing that these vendors encountered many people while traveling, especially construction workers who might make suggestive jokes, they didn't seem to mind. However, she probably hasn't encountered many people who genuinely praise her like I have, so she felt a little uncomfortable. I continued, "How much money do you make selling so many a day?" "About twenty." "Oh, then I'll buy them all. Can you do me a favor?" I said very casually, though I was already burning with desire. "What?" She seemed a little incredulous, looking up at me blankly. "Then... what favor?" "I want to taste the tofu on your body." I started to act like a shameless migrant worker, laughing as I said it. She suddenly laughed, obviously she often heard this kind of talk and thought I was joking. She seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, I took the initiative and began to knead her full breasts through her clothes. So soft, so comfortable. She snapped out of her daze, stared at me, and said, "You really want to?" Afraid she wouldn't agree, I quickly withdrew my hand and pleaded, "It's such a hot sun, aren't you just after the money? I'll give you thirty. After you're done, you can sell tofu pudding, no one will know!" She seemed to understand, but kept her head down and didn't say anything. I took thirty yuan and put it in her tofu pudding stand, then pulled her into my bedroom. I excitedly kissed her lips, caressed her breasts, and pressed my erect penis against her abdomen. Her lips were a little dry, as if she'd never kissed before, and her tongue was uncooperative. I suspected her husband didn't know anything about foreplay. Thinking about all this, I wasn't as impulsive as before. I wanted to give her a perfect sexual experience. I put my tongue into her mouth, found her wet tongue root, and intertwined them tightly. It was wet and soft, so comfortable. Her breathing started to quicken. I held her lower back tightly with both hands and vigorously rubbed her plump buttocks. My fingers rubbed back and forth between her buttocks. We kissed for a long time. Her eyes were wet and glistening. She had probably never kissed so gently before. I let go and looked at her, but she immediately hugged my head and licked my lips, sucking my tongue. I knew that my kiss alone had aroused her desire. Then I reached out to unbutton her clothes. Every two buttons I unbuttoned, I couldn't help but squeeze them a couple of times. Then I hugged her tightly, pressing her ample breasts against my chest. It felt like lying face down on a huge cotton ball bed, with her two hard nipples sandwiched in the middle. It was a very comfortable feeling. Later, I couldn't wait any longer, so I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her smooth and firm shoulders. Only then did I truly feel her fleshiness. I stared at her for a few seconds. Her breasts were so big that the cleavage in the middle was big enough to fit my whole hand inside. The white bra, which wasn't small to begin with, looked like a small, almost torn pocket filled with two big meat buns. It was almost spilling out; some of her breast tissue was peeking out from the top edge of the bra. I couldn't wait to squeeze her breasts from both sides towards the center, feeling like the bra was about to break. I loosened the bra hooks from behind, and her breasts, like two mischievous children who had been locked up for too long, relaxed slightly and trembled up and down. I excitedly pulled down the two thin straps on her shoulders, and a pair of beautiful breasts were fully displayed before me. The areolas were large and spread out, slightly dark in color, and the two erect nipples in the center rose and fell slightly with my rapid breathing. I plunged my head into the home of her beautiful breasts, frantically sucking on every inch of her skin. Because the nipples were large, I could suck them up and down with my lips. One hand drew circles on the other breast, starting from the outermost edge and then gradually moving inward, finally rubbing the nipple back and forth with two fingers. She also let out a soft moan. Sometimes I caressed her as gently as if she were new skin, and other times I squeezed her forcefully like a madman. The pleasure her full breasts brought me was heavenly. My tongue swam lightly over her body like a small fish, slowly moving downwards, circling her navel a few times before continuing downwards. Her pants weren't off yet, but when I reached her, she eagerly pulled them down for me to enjoy. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, clearly never groomed; at first glance, all I could see was a dark clump, with a few fine hairs sticking out in clusters, wet with her juices. I parted the layers of hairs with my fingers, and there lay two thick, reddish labia, wet and overflowing with fluid. I wanted to look closely. Gently, I used the tip of my tongue to slowly traverse the thin slit of flesh from bottom to top. The pubic hair brushed against my face, tickling me. There was no rough, forceful penetration. Her clitoris stood erect, pointed above the center of her labia. Just as my tongue was about to approach, I stopped, then suddenly licked it hard with my tongue, and quickly raised my head. She trembled all over as if electrocuted; clearly, her orgasm was approaching. She pressed my head hard against her vulva; the erogenous zone was truly giving her an unforgettable urge. I didn't want to disappoint her either, so I took her clitoris into my lips and sucked on it. She moaned urgently, "Faster... ah... so good." Seeing her satisfied moans actually calmed me down. I wasn't in a hurry. I occasionally flicked her clitoris with my tongue, then used my two thumbs to open her labia majora, revealing her pink labia minora and vaginal opening, which looked like they had been pulled out of water. I placed my middle finger horizontally between her labia, pressing the tip against her clitoris, while the rest of my finger was between her labia minora. Then I closed her labia majora and shook her violently from side to side, making her feel aroused and moan wildly. She didn't say much, just collapsed half-dead in the quagmire of sexual excitement. Then I lifted my finger and sandwiched her labia majora between her clitoris like a sandwich with a cherry, then used my lips to pinch her labia, applying pressure rhythmically. A few minutes later, she finally climaxed before I even entered her vagina, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid. Looking at her face, her hair was soaked with sweat, and she was sucking on a finger like a child, her huge breasts heaving up and down, while my head was still on her vulva. So I took off my pants, straddled her, and when she noticed, she immediately grabbed my penis and put it in her mouth. Waves of pleasure surged through my brain from below. My abdomen pressed against her ample breasts, incredibly soft and comfortable, making me feel instantly supple, able to rhythmically thrust into her mouth. Meanwhile, my fingers slipped inside her...Her vagina was tight, wet, and slippery. It brought excitement and desire. Her lips were warm and moist, sucking on my penis with saliva as lubrication. Then she released it, deliberately closing her lips tightly, her hand gripping the base of my penis and deliberately pushing it into her mouth. I wondered if she wanted to give me a taste of the tightness of a virgin. The nerves in my glans were on the verge of collapse under her pressure. I frantically poked her vagina with my fingers, and her buttocks moved up and down in response. She used her tongue to move back and forth in my coronal sulcus, her thick lips gently swallowing and releasing the glans while only holding the coronal sulcus. It brought me gentle pleasure, so gentle that it felt like I was dying. Later, I felt I couldn't hold back any longer, so I turned my buttocks around, allowing my penis to withdraw from her mouth and get a moment's rest. But she kept telling me not to stop. Then, I pressed myself against her from the front, lifted her legs with my shoulders, and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. Her vagina was warm and moist, unlike the wild thrusting I'd felt in her mouth earlier. The gentle pressure of the vaginal walls sent waves of pleasure through every pore of my body. Romantic intercourse, a joyful moment. I smoothed the hair on her face, kissed away the sweat, and squeezed her two firm, full breasts tightly. The pleasure in my lower body grew stronger, and my thrusts quickened. I roared, and finally, like a bursting dam, my glans tightened, and with a surge of immense pleasure, I ejaculated inside her. Beautiful flesh, I held her tightly, not wanting it to end. She rolled over and sat on me, her plump buttocks pressed against my legs. I wrapped my arms around her from below, her breasts swaying in front of my eyes. "I've never felt so good," she said. "Me too," I replied. "Come every day from now on!" "Okay," she said, getting up to put on her clothes. Then she left without saying anything, but she never came back. Perhaps she felt guilty towards her husband or for some other reason. Anyway, now I can only remember her like this! It was summer vacation during my first year of high school, the height of summer. My parents were both at work and hadn't returned home. I was home alone. They say high temperatures can arouse sexual desire, and somehow, while reading, I found myself reaching into my pants to masturbate. A restless heart! Suddenly, I heard a voice calling, "Buy some tofu pudding!" Oh, I thought, let's go see. Doesn't the book say the best way to quit masturbation is to distract yourself? I live on the first floor, so I went to the window and looked out. A woman selling tofu pudding was walking towards me on a shoulder pole. She was wearing a straw hat, which, because of the bright sun, covered most of her face, so I couldn't see what she looked like. She was wearing a light-colored shirt, and perhaps because of the weight of the pole, her center of gravity was slightly lower, causing her to sway rhythmically from side to side as she walked. Perhaps due to her long hours of hard work, from a distance, I could clearly see her uniquely feminine curves—not an ounce of excess fat, just beautiful, graceful lines! As she got closer, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and I could vaguely see the shape of her bra through her light-colored shirt. Her breasts were unusually full, her skin was slightly dark, and she had a healthy expression. Her buttocks were playfully upturned, large and round, swaying from side to side as she walked, which was quite alluring! I quickly called for her to stop, and because I had made a sale, she immediately looked at me with a big smile. "How many bowls do you want?" a sweet voice asked. Since I couldn't see her clearly, I replied with concern, "It's so hot outside, why don't you come inside?" Sellers are often very accommodating to buyers at this time, and I was only thinking of her, so she came into my house without saying anything. Only then did I realize that she was a woman around 30 years old, with a rather robust figure. "Just one bowl first, I'll talk about it after I finish eating," I said. She squatted down to serve me. Because her summer clothes had a lower neckline, I could see her full breasts through the lower neckline. Her breasts were tightly squeezed together, forming a deep cleavage. Her bra seemed about to burst out, as if it was about to roll off. A strange impulse surged into my heart, "I really want to have sex with her!" I then moved behind her. Her buttocks were high up, round and tight. I really wanted to hug her from behind and penetrate her. After serving the tofu pudding, I asked her to sit down. Since it was much cooler inside than outside, she took off her straw hat, revealing her thick, black hair piled on top of her head, which framed her rosy face. As I ate, I struck up a conversation with her. "Doing business outside in this heat must be exhausting!" "Indeed, I have to get up early every morning and be out all day, all for a few bucks!" "It must be tough. Are you married?" I asked casually. "Haha, you're joking, young man. My son's already in elementary school, and I'm doing this to pay for his tuition." "What!" I feigned surprise. "Oh, I never would have guessed! You have such a great figure. I thought you were doing some chores at home during the summer vacation!" Hearing my praise, she smiled with the satisfaction typical of women, a blush of shyness on her face. After saying that, I deliberately looked her up and down, as if to prove the truth of what I had just said. She lowered her eyes and her head slightly. Because I knew these vendors would run into many people while traveling, especially construction workers who would make lewd jokes, they weren't angry. However, they probably hadn't encountered many people who genuinely complimented her like I had, so she felt a little uncomfortable. I continued, "How much do you earn selling so much a day?" "About twenty." "Oh, then I'll buy it all. Can you do me a favor?" I said casually, though I was already burning with desire. "What?" She seemed a little incredulous, looking up at me blankly. "Then... what favor?" "I want to taste your breasts." I started to imitate the shamelessness of a construction worker, saying it with a smile. She suddenly laughed, clearly having heard this kind of talk often and thinking I was joking. She seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, I preemptively began to knead her large breasts through her clothes. So soft, so comfortable. She snapped out of her daze, stared at me, and said, "You really want to?" Afraid she wouldn't agree, I quickly withdrew my hand and pleaded, "It's such a hot sun, aren't you just after the money? I'll give you thirty. After you're done, you can sell tofu pudding, no one will know!" She seemed to understand, but kept her head down and didn't say anything. I took thirty yuan and put it in her tofu pudding stand, then pulled her into my bedroom. I excitedly kissed her lips, caressed her breasts, and pressed my erect penis against her abdomen. Her lips were a little dry, as if she'd never kissed before, and her tongue was uncooperative. I suspected her husband didn't know anything about foreplay. Thinking about all this, I wasn't as impulsive as before. I wanted to give her a perfect sexual experience. I put my tongue into her mouth, found her wet tongue root, and intertwined them tightly. It was wet and soft, so comfortable. Her breathing started to quicken. I held her lower back tightly with both hands and vigorously rubbed her plump buttocks. My fingers rubbed back and forth between her buttocks. We kissed for a long time. Her eyes were wet and glistening. She had probably never kissed so gently before. I let go and looked at her, but she immediately hugged my head and licked my lips, sucking my tongue. I knew that my kiss alone had aroused her desire. Then I reached out to unbutton her clothes. Every two buttons I unbuttoned, I couldn't help but squeeze them a couple of times. Then I hugged her tightly, pressing her ample breasts against my chest. It felt like lying face down on a huge cotton ball bed, with her two hard nipples sandwiched in the middle. It was a very comfortable feeling. Later, I couldn't wait any longer, so I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her smooth and firm shoulders. Only then did I truly feel her fleshiness. I stared at her for a few seconds. Her breasts were so big that the cleavage in the middle was big enough to fit my whole hand inside. The white bra, which wasn't small to begin with, looked like a small, almost torn pocket filled with two big meat buns. It was almost spilling out; some of her breast tissue was peeking out from the top edge of the bra. I couldn't wait to squeeze her breasts from both sides towards the center, feeling like the bra was about to break. I loosened the bra hooks from behind, and her breasts, like two mischievous children who had been locked up for too long, relaxed slightly and trembled up and down. I was so excited that I quickly slung the two thin straps off her shoulders, and a pair of beautiful breasts were fully displayed before me. The areolas were large and spread out, slightly dark in color, and the two erect nipples in the center rose and fell slightly with my rapid breathing. I plunged my head into the home of her beautiful breasts, frantically sucking on every inch of her skin. Because the nipples were large, I could suck on them up and down with my lips. One hand drew circles on the other breast, starting from the outermost edge and then gradually moving inward, finally rubbing the nipple back and forth with two fingers. She also let out a soft moan. Sometimes I caressed her as gently as if she were new skin, and other times I squeezed her forcefully like a madman. The pleasure her full breasts brought me was heavenly. My tongue swam lightly over her body like a small fish, slowly moving downwards, circling her navel a few times before continuing downwards. Her pants weren't off yet, but when I reached her, she eagerly pulled them down for me to enjoy. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, clearly never groomed; at first glance, all I could see was a dark clump, with a few fine hairs sticking out, wet with her juices. I parted the layers of hair with my fingers, and two thick, reddish labia lay there quietly, wet, overflowing with fluid. I wanted to see enough, so gently, I used the tip of my tongue to trace the thin slit of flesh from below...Her body moved slowly, her pubic hair brushing against my face, tickling me. There was no rough, forceful penetration. Her clitoris stood erect, pointed above the center of her labia. Just as my tongue was about to approach, I stopped, then suddenly licked it hard with my tongue, quickly lifting my head. She trembled all over as if electrocuted; clearly, her orgasm was approaching. She pressed my head forcefully against her vulva; the erogenous zone was truly giving her an unforgettable urge. Not wanting to disappoint her, I took her clitoris into my lips and began sucking. She moaned urgently, "Faster… ah… so good." Seeing her satisfied moans actually calmed me down. I wasn't in a hurry. I occasionally flicked her clitoris with my tongue, then used my two thumbs to open her labia majora, revealing her pink labia minora and vaginal opening, which looked like they had been pulled out of water. I placed my middle finger horizontally between her labia, pressing the tip against her clitoris, while the rest of my finger was between her labia minora. Then I closed her labia majora and shook her violently from side to side, making her feel aroused and moan wildly. She didn't say much, just collapsed half-dead in the quagmire of sexual excitement. Then I lifted my finger and sandwiched her labia majora between her clitoris like a sandwich with a cherry, then used my lips to pinch her labia, applying pressure rhythmically. A few minutes later, she finally climaxed before I even entered her vagina, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid. Looking at her face, her hair was soaked with sweat, and she was sucking on a finger like a child, her huge breasts heaving up and down, while my head was still on her vulva. So I took off my pants, straddled her, and when she noticed, she immediately grabbed my penis and put it in her mouth. Waves of pleasure surged through my brain from below. My abdomen pressed against her full breasts, incredibly soft and comfortable, making me feel instantly elastic, able to rhythmically thrust into her mouth. Meanwhile, my fingers slipped into her vagina, tight, wet, and slippery. It brought excitement, it brought desire. Her lips were now warm and moist, sucking on my penis with saliva as lubrication. Then she released it, deliberately closing her lips tightly, her hand gripping the base of my penis and deliberately pushing it into her mouth. I don't know if she wanted to give me a bit of the tightness of losing a virgin, but the nerves in my glans were almost bursting under her pressure. I frantically poked her vagina with my fingers, and her buttocks moved up and down in response. She used her tongue to move back and forth in my coronal sulcus, her thick lips only holding the coronal sulcus and gently swallowing and releasing the glans. It brought me gentle pleasure, so gentle it was almost unbearable. Later, feeling I couldn't hold back any longer, I turned my hips around, allowing my penis to withdraw from her mouth and rest for a moment. But she kept telling me not to stop. Then, I pressed down on her from the front, lifting her legs with my shoulders, and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. Her vagina was warm and moist, unlike the wild thrusting in her mouth earlier. Under the gentle pressure of the vaginal walls, I slowly moved in and out, waves of pleasure stimulating every pore of my body. Romantic intercourse, joyful life. I smoothed the hair on her face with my hands, kissed the sweat on her face, and tightly squeezed her two firm and soft breasts with both hands. The pleasure in my lower body grew stronger and stronger, and my thrusting became faster and faster. I roared, and finally, like a flood breaking through a dam, my glans tightened, and with the arrival of a huge wave of pleasure, I ejaculated into her body. Beautiful flesh, I held her tightly, not wanting it to end like this. She rolled over and sat on me, her plump buttocks pressed against my legs. I wrapped my arms around her from below, her breasts swaying in front of me. "I've never felt so good," she said. "Me neither," I replied. "Come every day from now on!" "Okay," she said, getting up and starting to get dressed. Then she left without saying anything, but she never came back after that. Perhaps she felt guilty towards her husband or for some other reason. Anyway, now I can only remember her fondly.

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