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I met Qin'er through work.
We met by chance; she was very outgoing, so it was easy for me to approach her. She's 37 years old and unmarried, but she doesn't look it at all; I thought she was just 30. She's so well-maintained; she's never had children, so her figure is definitely not out of shape, and her skin is still so good. To my surprise, the next day she actually brought me breakfast and even delivered it to my workplace, leaving me bewildered. I went downstairs to pick it up and didn't let her bring it up; my colleagues thought it wouldn't be good if they saw, and even said I was taking advantage of our work relationship.
After that, our relationship grew much closer. We exchanged phone numbers and occasionally texted and called each other.
The opportunity finally came. I asked her to go see the lotus flowers, and she agreed. We drove to Lotus Lake. The beautiful scenery brought a good mood, and perhaps this was the perfect opportunity.
When we arrived, we strolled along Lotus Lake, feeling like a couple, a long-lost feeling. Our distance was just right, neither too close nor too far, not like a hungry wolf, even if you're starving. We felt like a newly acquainted couple, a long-lost impulse stirring within us, wandering around.
In Lotus Lake Park, we climbed the steps, with her helping me up at appropriate times and occasional touches, making my heart itch uncontrollably, but I had to restrain myself. Finally, in a corner, where the wind was strong, I hugged her, saying it was for warmth, and she hugged me back. I tried to kiss her, but she dodged away. Hehe, we hugged, how far is the next step?
We continued chatting, and as dusk approached, I suggested we rest at a hotel. She didn't refuse! Happiness came too suddenly; I was just testing the waters.
Quickly, we drove to the nearest hotel. She waited in the lobby while I booked the room.
After checking in, we walked towards the elevator, embracing each other. We looked into each other's eyes, understanding the longing and desire in each other's eyes! I seemed to feel her wetness, and I felt ashamed of myself for being so lewd. We kissed in the elevator, our lips burning hot. We were like travelers in the desert, frantically sucking, wanting to drain each other dry.
In the room, we hugged tightly again, kissing passionately, without any restraint, releasing all the pent-up emotions of the past few hours like a torrent, endless and unstoppable. We fell onto the bed, kissing as I unhooked her bra. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small; because she hadn't had children, her nipples were firm and hadn't sagged at all. They felt wonderful to hold; I could clearly feel her breasts swelling, her pink nipples erect. She was excited.
We showered separately, afraid she wouldn't be comfortable the first time. She came out wrapped in a towel, and I was stunned. What a beautiful figure, neither too thin nor
too plump, with fair skin. I really wanted to pounce on her immediately. But, temporary restraint would bring greater satisfaction, so I showered. I quickly rinsed, especially washing my private parts. Hua was already lying in bed waiting for me, incredibly alluring and charming, possessing both the allure of a mature woman and the shyness of a young girl—truly captivating and breathtaking.
I slipped under the covers, our smooth bodies intertwined, our tongues entwined. It was a suffocating excitement; my lower body was filled with awe. She felt my hardness, and I felt her moisture and warmth. She was wet and warm, waiting for me to enjoy her.
I couldn't go in so quickly. I wanted her to remember me, to remember me in bed, so I had to put in the effort the first time, to do good foreplay.
I kissed her entire body, her earlobes, her collarbone, her navel, leaving no one untouched. I focused on her pubic area, my hands constantly stroking her light pubic hair. Her moans grew louder, and she became increasingly wet. I smelled her; there was no odor. I started giving her oral sex, which is my specialty. Most girls submit to my oral sex (and they're all guaranteed to be disease-free). My tongue lightly touched her clitoris, and she trembled all over. Sliding down her clitoris, her labia quietly parted, revealing her alluring opening, from which honeyed juices flowed. What a captivating little hole! The color was still so pink; it seemed she hadn't had sex much (later, I learned from her that she had been with a Hong Kong man for several years, but they broke up due to some unforeseen circumstances. He was older, and she only had sex with him once a month or so; no wonder her vagina was still so pink). Her breathing grew heavier, her body arched, trembling all over. She had climaxed, her face flushed pink like a ripe apple.
She gave me oral sex; there were no teeth involved, a mature woman with basic technique. Watching this woman lustfully suck my testicles, her wanton eyes glancing at me from time to time, I felt immense satisfaction. Her tongue began to slide down, wandering between my penis and anus, extremely excited. What surprised me even more was that she suddenly attacked my anus. The excitement that shot from my feet to my brain almost made me ejaculate, but thankfully, she moved to other places after a while.
I was fully erect.
She was a vast ocean.
With a "plop," we finally achieved intercourse. The "slap" of impact, the wanton cries, Qin'er quickly climaxed, begging for mercy. Sure enough, it had been a long time since we'd done it, so she couldn't withstand more than a few thrusts. Her vagina was really tight, like a virgin's, not an exaggeration at all. Perhaps it was the union of body and soul that excited her so much.
I continued my assault, trying doggy style, side-lying, woman-on-top... We tried many positions, but finally finished in doggy style. We both collapsed on the bed.
We looked at each other, speechless, utterly exhausted. The exchange in our eyes told me she was satisfied, extremely satisfied.
Later, she told me that she used to be frigid, but I had given her a new understanding of sex. She had never been so excited before, and she remembered me.
From then on, the floodgates of her mature woman's desire were opened, unstoppable. Parks, woods, cars—everywhere became our battlefield. When mature women go wild, they are truly extraordinary, as if trying to drain me dry. Because I was young, I could still hold on; such pleasure was incomparable to any entertainment venue.
Later, when we talked about threesomes, she agreed, saying she would introduce me to her friends. I was really looking forward to it.
But later, due to various reasons, we lost contact, and the threesome ultimately remained a dream.
Even now, recalling it still gets my blood pumping; the scenes of the fierce battle are still vivid in my mind, and the secret voices still echo in my ears.

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