Mature women are more charming

"Mature Women Are More Charming"
She was the first middle-aged woman I met and had a relationship with. It was during my junior year of university. I was riding my bike to the post office to pick up some cosmetics. The woman borrowed a pen from me, and that's how I met her and learned she lived not far from our school. On my way back to school, I gave her a ride home. She asked for our dorm's phone number. I had a feeling something was going to happen. While chatting with her, I learned her husband was in Shanghai. She had a daughter in her final year of junior high.
She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a good temperament. She was about 165cm tall and rather thin. She worked in a government department. We said goodbye when we arrived at her building. A week later, on a Sunday, around 10 a.m., the old man downstairs called out that he had my phone ringing. I had a feeling it was her calling. Sure enough, she invited me to her house for dinner. She was home alone; her child had gone to her grandmother's house and wouldn't be back until evening. I rushed over immediately. She was waiting for me downstairs.
I went up to the sixth floor with her. Her apartment was nicely decorated. She had already prepared dinner. It was quite a lively conversation. We drank a bottle of wine together. Her face turned a little red. The topics we talked about were mostly about whether I had a girlfriend and how busy I was with my studies. I had just broken up with my girlfriend. However, I wasn't a virgin anymore. I hadn't been since high school.
Maybe I was thinking about how to make a move. I was a little distracted. She asked if I was drunk and couldn't handle it. I casually said yes. She went to get a hot towel and came over to wipe my face. Seeing this, I didn't say anything, but just pulled her into my arms. She whispered, "What are you doing?" I ignored her and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately. She responded. I noticed her kissing technique was very good. I couldn't tell if she was kissing me or I was kissing her. While kissing her, she reached her hand down my pants and grabbed my penis. I also reached under her sweater; she wasn't wearing a bra. I was gently touching her nipples. After a while, she said, "Let's go to bed."
I immediately picked her up and carried her to the bed. In my haste, I took off her clothes, revealing her white breasts, large nipples, and dark hair below her abdomen. I couldn't resist kissing her nipples. My sexual experience was still limited. I hurriedly tried to insert my penis. She chuckled and said, "Don't rush." I didn't care anymore. She obediently opened her legs, and I thrust in and out forcefully. She moaned softly, her lips seemingly saying, "Don't come too soon."
Soon, I felt myself ejaculating, and she seemed to sense it too. She clamped her legs tightly around me, her hands gripping my waist tightly, and her hips twisting forcefully. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated profusely. It was too fast, less than two minutes. Seeing me panting, she laughed and said, "Too fast, I wasn't even at my peak yet." Only then did I realize that I hadn't properly examined her genitals.
I didn't say anything, just pushed her apart. I saw my semen flowing from her vagina, and the creamy stuff on her inner thighs was her vaginal fluid. Some of it was still stuck to her pubic hair. There was some on my penis too. Her breasts were a little saggy. There was some flesh on her lower abdomen. She didn't have much pubic hair, her labia majora were very large, and her labia minora were very dark. I was staring blankly when she said again, "What's so interesting? Let's take a shower, and after the shower, we'll do it a few more times." We went to the bathroom naked. She went to turn on the hot water. I looked at her buttocks. They were big and white. My penis got aroused. She finished running the water, turned around, and said, "Come on." She took my hand. I saw her huge nipples and put my head down to them. I started sucking. I had never seen such big nipples before, not even today. They were like big red dates. Indescribable. She said, "No, let's wash first, okay?" I complied with her.
We went back to bed. I held her close and lowered one hand, gently touching her genitals. Her vagina was already wet with fluid. "So much water," I teased. She didn't speak, only gripped my penis tightly. I increased the pressure with my fingers, quickly rubbing her erogenous zones. Her moans grew louder. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed her down beneath me, her legs spread apart. Holding my penis with one hand, I aimed it at her vagina. With a gentle thrust, I inserted myself.
Her vagina wasn't very tight, but it was very wet and warm. I knelt down, placing her legs on my shoulders, a position that allowed me to clearly see my penis entering and exiting her vagina, to see her labia moving. Creamy secretions began to flow. She cried out, saying, "Don't be so rough." After two or three minutes, she said, "Let's change positions." She stood on the edge of the bed, holding onto the edge, so I could penetrate her from behind. I started thrusting forcefully. She later said she liked this position the most, as it allowed for deeper penetration. My thrusts became faster and faster, and I felt spasms from her vagina—perhaps the prelude to a woman's orgasm. Her vagina tightened, as if trying to suck out my semen, and I couldn't control myself. My thrusts became faster and faster, and she started screaming, "Faster! Faster! Don't stop, I'm going to come!"
Finally, I ejaculated. She let out her loudest moan and then leaned her upper body against the edge of the bed. I stayed there motionless for the entire afternoon, during which we made love twice more. During my time with her, I learned how to control the rhythm of lovemaking and how to arouse a woman's desire. This made me much more mature sexually. After I graduated and returned to that city, I contacted her again and rekindled our old flame.
Years later, I contracted a nightclub, and business was decent. To evade some taxes, I hired an accountant to falsify the accounts. Her name is Mei, 43 years old. She's on the plump side, around 167cm tall, with short hair, a round face, and a pretty smile. She's quite ordinary-looking. The first time I saw her, I didn't have any particular interest; she looked like a respectable woman.
She didn't usually work at my salon. Her job was just to keep the monthly accounts. She would come in about 3 to 5 days a month. After about two months, we chatted occasionally, mostly about normal topics. I knew her husband was a mid-level cadre with some power. My interest in her stemmed from a friend needing a favor done by her husband. I went to Mei and asked if she could help. She readily agreed. Soon after, the favor was done. My friend was very happy, saying that because I work in the entertainment industry, I know many people and have connections. He also gave me gifts worth 5,000 to 6,000 yuan to give away. I called Mei; she was home alone. I rushed over to her house with all the gifts. When she saw the huge pile of presents, she asked, "What are you doing here?" I simply thanked her for her help. She poured me a cup of tea, and I sat there for a while before having to leave. She said, "I'll leave the things here. Take two packs of cigarettes with you; her husband doesn't smoke." She handed me the cigarettes, which I politely declined. Then, I touched her chest, and I was startled. She didn't react, but... Looked at me. I didn't refuse, so I took my cigarette and said goodbye. When I got back, I called my friend and asked him to come over and get cigarettes. My friend said nothing and wouldn't take it back. Just let me ask for two Zhonghua in vain.
At night, I kept thinking about it. This woman seemed unwilling to be alone. But I don't know where to start. After all, he is also a person of status. If he can't eat it, it will be troublesome. At that time, I felt that I was attracted to middle-aged women. Thinking of her plump breasts made me aroused. I just thought, give it a try, and forget it if it doesn’t work. It lasted like this for half a month, and we also met in the meantime. I wanted to invite her to dinner a few times, but for some reason, I couldn't say the words. It
must have been more than 20 days. One day, in the evening. I finally got up the courage to call her and invite her to have dinner with her lover. She said on the phone that her lover seldom ate at home and mostly socialized outside. I said, if it's convenient for you, come over. She thought for a while and said, where to go? I'll just talk about xx hotel, how about it? She said yes! She asked me to wait for her in the hotel lobby. I readily agreed and rushed over. Once
I arrived, I booked a private room and returned to the lobby to wait for her. Soon after, she arrived by taxi. I went to greet her. She seemed to have dressed up intentionally. I mentioned the time; it was July. She was wearing a short-sleeved white silk blouse and a black skirt. The more I looked at her, the more charming she became. I said, "Let's go upstairs," and we went to the private room together. I asked her to order, and she ordered several dishes, quite exquisite; it was clear she had some knowledge of fine food.
I asked if she'd like some wine or fruit juice. She said either was fine. I ordered a bottle of Yunnan Red wine, and we ate and chatted. Before the dishes were even finished, we'd already finished a bottle. I asked for two more, but she wouldn't say. She only told me that she usually didn't drink, but she was making an exception today. I quickly said, "Thank you, thank you." By the time the dishes were finished, she'd almost finished the wine. Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were fixed on me. I was stunned, unsure what to say. Luckily, I had a quick wit. I said, "Sister, you've had a bit too much to drink. Why don't you sit on this sofa?" I helped her to the sofa. Of course, I held her hand tightly, testing her. As soon as she sat down, she said, "I have a bit too much to drink."
She leaned against my shoulder. I understood. If I didn't make a move, I'd come all this way for nothing. I touched her forehead and face, saying, "Yes, it's quite hot." She didn't say anything, so I put my arm around her waist, pulled her into my arms, and stroked her hair. I kissed her on the lips, and she instinctively asked, "What are you doing?" I ignored her and kissed her lips forcefully. She sighed and let me have my way. As I was sucking on her tongue, she pushed me away, saying the door wasn't locked. I quickly locked the door and went back to the sofa, kissing her again. She seemed very excited. My tongue was a little sore from sucking. I put one arm around her and reached behind her back with the other to unhook her bra. Then, I started to caress her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became more and more rapid. I put her on the sofa and lifted her shirt. Her breasts were so big, and her nipples were dark. They had grown larger.
I leaned over and kissed them gently. One hand reached under her skirt and touched her. She was already a little wet down there, but not very wet yet. I found her clitoris and gently touched it. She started to moan loudly and also reached down to my crotch, touching my penis through my pants. I said, "Let's get a room." She said, "No, no. Kiss me quickly." It seemed she was lost in desire. My sexual experience at this point was no longer at the school level. I knew I couldn't rush things; I had to tease her until she was aroused. So I took off her top; I liked it when she wore a skirt during sex. Suddenly, I had this thought.
I leaned down and kissed her nipples. I'm particularly interested in women's nipples, especially large ones. She touched my penis through my pants and started unbuckling my belt. I also started kissing her armpits. Her armpit hair wasn't very thick, so I kissed her lower abdomen. Remember, some women's navels are extremely sensitive. As my tongue circled her navel, she trembled. She started pulling my pants down to her calves with her legs, gripping my penis even harder. My tongue began to wander around her vulva. She gasped, "Don't kiss that." I looked up at her and said, "You've never tried this before, have you? I'll make you fly with pleasure." She didn't speak, but kept her legs tightly closed. I wasn't in a hurry; I started kissing her groin with my tongue. Soon, her legs slowly opened.
I carefully examined her genitals; her labia majora were unusually full. Her labia minora were also plump and quite dark. There wasn't much pubic hair. I gently touched her clitoris with my tongue, and her body contracted sharply. I held her labia minora in my mouth, and she grabbed my hand, panting heavily. I kissed her gently, and she said, "I can't take it anymore. Put it closer." I ignored her and started kissing her clitoris. Soon, she almost sat up. Her orgasm was approaching. I slowed down. For middle-aged women, we must never rush things. To conquer her physiologically, we must stimulate her primal instincts. My tongue roamed over her genitals, letting her sexual arousal slowly build before a big explosion. I began tentatively kissing her perineum and anus. She moaned loudly. Especially when my tongue circled around her anus, the reaction was even stronger.
And so, kissing her repeatedly, she began to sink into sexual pleasure, creamy fluid flowing out in large quantities, making a strange sound, like howling. I knew it was time for her to climax. I took her clitoris into my mouth and kissed it forcefully. Sure enough, she cried out, sat up, then lay back down. I stopped. Looking at her, her eyes closed, she was breathing heavily, looking completely intoxicated. The fluid had flowed down her inner thighs and soaked her skirt.
After a while, she came to her senses and looked at me. I said, "Let's do it for real." I took off my pants and pressed myself against her. She started breathing again. I touched her wet vulva with one hand while kissing her ear. She got impatient and grabbed my penis, guiding it straight to her vaginal opening. I didn't resist, adjusted my position, and went in in one go. She let out a satisfied moan, "Oh." I first moved gently in and out. I lingered too long at the vaginal opening, rubbing against it. After a short while, I heard her say, "Faster, okay?" So I sped up. I noticed the faster she went, the more excited she became. I kept controlling the rhythm. She held my back tightly, constantly urging me to go faster. I complied, thrusting quickly. Not long after, I felt myself about to ejaculate and tried to adjust the rhythm. She noticed and said, "No!" I was almost at my climax. I took a deep breath and continued. Her legs were contracting and relaxing; she was almost there. I thrust violently until I felt her vagina contracting, engulfing, and surrounding my penis. Seeing her contorted face and hearing her ecstatic cries, I finally ejaculated.
After that, we had several more sexual encounters. Later, fearing trouble, we stopped contacting each other, only occasionally talking on the phone.

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