A beautiful noblewoman with her hair styled in a high bun

On my third night on a business trip in Hangzhou, I lay alone in my hotel bed, idly watching TV, my mind racing with lust, hallucinations swirling…
Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heels in the hallway, getting closer and closer. I lived on the top floor—was there a beautiful woman living across the hall? As if possessed, I stood up and peered through the peephole. I saw a figure with her hair pulled back in a high bun, wearing a greyish-white trench coat, her back to me. She looked quite tall, around 168cm. Then she opened the door, went inside, and closed it.
Back in bed, I couldn't concentrate on the TV at all. The image of that woman across the hall kept replaying in my mind: her hair pulled back in a high bun, the greyish-white trench coat, her tall figure, and perhaps, a pretty face? Full breasts? A juicy vulva?… My mind kept churning, churning, making me incredibly aroused…
A complete stranger, I wondered if she was staying alone? Was she attractive, with a charming personality? Did she already have plans? I don't know... just thinking about it isn't a solution. No matter how much I think, it's all wasted brainpower if I don't try... How can I figure out a way to win over a strange woman? And I want to do it tonight, preferably right now...
After a lot of internal struggle, I decided to give it a try!
I got up, tidied myself up, looked in the mirror, and was quite satisfied with myself. Then I picked up my phone, removed the battery, and put it back in backwards—note, this is my next excuse. Then I confidently opened my room door, walked to the other woman's door, and knocked.
"Who is it?" a soft, sweet female voice asked.
"Excuse me, I'm from the room across the hall. I'd like to ask you for a favor, is that alright?" I said.
The other woman opened her door. A fragrant scent wafted in, and what made my heart flutter even more was that the other woman was absolutely stunning, in her thirties, with fair skin, an oval face, and light makeup, exuding elegance and aristocratic grace. She was my favorite type.
"It's like this, my phone died, and I urgently need to call a friend, but I didn't remember the number. It's saved on my SIM card. Could you do me a favor?" I looked pitiful, waving my hand, as sincere as could be. I looked at her, watching her reaction. She
smiled slightly, "Okay, wait a moment." Then she turned to get her phone.
I felt a surge of joy, took a step from outside the door to inside, but didn't go in, just stood inside.
"I'm really sorry to bother you so late. It's all my fault for being careless and forgetting to bring my phone charger..." I rambled on, saying polite things, while observing the situation in her bathroom: only one of the two towels was used, the other was hanging very neatly, and only one bath towel was used. From this, I was certain that she was currently the only one staying in this room.
"It's okay, I sleep late, it's only a little past 7." She was quite easygoing.
"What time do you usually go to bed?" I asked. This seemingly casual question actually had many implications. If she went to bed early, it meant she was usually very tired from work and life, and very disciplined, with little nightlife. If she went to bed late, it meant her daytime life wasn't very tiring, and she had nothing to do at night, so she often had opportunities to take advantage of the situation.
"It's not fixed, usually around 11 pm," she replied.
After using her phone, I dialed my other, switched-off number, deliberately letting her hear that it was off. And so, we started chatting. I didn't intend to leave, and she didn't make any move to send me away.
Later, I learned that she was a finance manager at a company, and her husband was a government official. She was here for a long meeting, but the content was minimal; basically, her company had given her a vacation. These past few days, she'd already explored most of the nearby tourist attractions and shopping malls, buying quite a few things…
Before we knew it, it was past 9 pm. We were chatting quite enthusiastically, from work to business trips, to travel, to shopping, to major brands, to corporate gossip, and finally, to celebrity scandals and interesting anecdotes…
“These days, I don’t know why, there are so many scandals involving celebrities. It seems like without scandals, they’re not famous…” she said.
“They’ll do anything to become famous. Making money is the only hard truth; they’ve broken free from traditional constraints…”
I replied casually.
“Speaking of online video celebrities, I suddenly realized you look a lot like that xxx, a celebrity I really like…” she seemed to be hinting at me. I felt a surge of secret delight.
“Really? Do I really look like him? I’m not as lucky as him…” I probed.
“Men never tell the truth. You’re lying,” she said.
“I wish I could, but I’m afraid it would affect my family and my work, so I’m very self-disciplined.” I was implying that if it didn’t affect my family and work, then I wouldn’t need to be self-disciplined.
"Looks like you're a good man, haha." She laughed, a beautiful laugh. And there was a very subtle movement—she shifted her body slightly to the side.
I didn't care, and took the opportunity to sit down next to her, about two fists' distance away. Then I watched her reaction.
Just as I expected, she quickly shifted to the side again, but the distance was very small. This indicated that she was wary, but not completely repulsed.
"Someone as beautiful as you, I'm sure there are many men pursuing you!" I turned my head and deliberately looked at her, asking.
"I was alright when I was young, but now that I'm old, who would want me—" she sighed. Women do age quickly after 30, but she was indeed very well-maintained, and with a good foundation, she still had charm even in her old age.
"You're still so beautiful now, when you were young, you must have been the kind of person who could captivate a city with a smile..." I tried my best to flatter her, and of course, she was indeed very attractive.
"Do you have any photos of yourself when you were young? Show them to me." I continued to look for an opportunity.
"I think I have some on my phone, let me see," she said. Flattery never fails, especially with women. She took out her phone and searched for photos. I took the opportunity to move closer to her and lean in, getting very close.
This time she didn't refuse, nor did she move away. I smelled the fragrance emanating from her body, which made me feel dizzy and emboldened me. I could clearly feel that her breathing had changed.
On one hand, there was sweet talk and flattery, and on the other hand, there was physical contact (although there were clothes between us, we could feel each other's breathing rhythm). Fellow wolves, if you're not bold enough at this point, you're a coward. You have to take the risk.
I tried to put my hand around her waist, get closer to her, and press against her. She was startled, pulled her hand away from mine, and stood up: "No, this isn't right," she said shyly.
"You're so beautiful, I can't resist—" I continued with sweet talk, trying to seduce her.
Seeing that she didn't immediately get angry and kick me out, I knew there was still a chance.
So I followed her, hugged her from behind, and pressed my crotch tightly against her buttocks. She tried to break free, but my hands held her tightly, resting on her lower abdomen, not stroking her breasts or her pubic area. I wanted to give her a temporary sense of security.
She struggled a few times, but seeing she couldn't break free, she simply stopped moving and turned to me, saying, "Let go, this isn't good. What if someone comes in?"
"I'll go close the door," I said, locking it. She seemed relieved after that. She hugged me tightly and kissed me. Her lips were incredibly sexy, and her tongue was very proactive. We licked, kissed, stirred, and teased each other. My hands roamed over her pert buttocks, caressing them. Even through her clothes, the effect was obvious. She was panting heavily, her breath coming in short gasps, and her body trembled occasionally.
Our tongues intertwined, embracing and caressing each other tightly. I could clearly feel that she was aroused. Her noble and dignified face had become filled with desire, her eyes gently closed, her expression hazy, wanton, and satisfied… giving me immense stimulation. My hands slipped inside her clothes, roaming over her buttocks and inner thighs. Her flesh was incredibly soft, tender, and smooth, like a newborn baby's—the feel was wonderful, incredibly stimulating.
"Oh, oh, oh, um, I can't take it anymore, it's so exciting..." she gasped.
I intensified my attack, unbuttoning her pants and letting them fall naturally... leaving only her sexy panties and fair thighs. Her vagina was already overflowing, because my hand could feel the wetness through her panties. Her hands also began to move, first caressing my back, waist, then my buttocks, and my enormous member...
"How come it's so big—" she said dreamily.
"Isn't it bad if it's big?" I smiled mischievously.
"You're so naughty—" she clung tightly to my chest like a little girl, acting coquettishly.
My hand intensified its attack, slipping inside her panties from the edge, gently caressing her sensitive area with my middle finger, tracing the small crevice, wandering, wandering, until it reached that little fleshy mound—a woman's G-spot—
"Um—oh—be gentle—" she couldn't take it anymore and began to moan.
I didn't care about any of that, I just kept going, my middle finger tracing arcs around her G-spot, faster and faster, occasionally teasing her opening to gauge the flow! She was very wet and her vagina was very smooth. Her expression became even more dazed: her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing was heavy, her mouth was slightly open and closed, and she moaned intermittently, "Oh, oh, oh—um—um, so itchy, so stimulating—"
Seeing that the time was right, I pressed her shoulders down—wanting her to squat down and give me a good sucking. But she struggled desperately and wouldn't squat down.
"No, I don't like it, I've never done it before..." she said.
Still a "virgin," no wonder she looked so noble.
I didn't care about anything else, I pinned her against the wall, standing face to face, pulled down her panties, lifted one of her legs with one hand, and then whispered in her ear, teasing her: "Do you want (to fuck you)? If you do, take it and put it in." As I spoke, I rubbed my penis against her vulva.
This seemingly noble woman was now filled with lust. She deftly grabbed my penis and guided it towards her "waterfall entrance." I thrust my hips forward—plop—ah—with a groan from her, my thick penis slid all the way into her opening. Instantly, I felt my large penis enveloped by a warm, moist embrace—warm, wet, comfortable, and amazing!
I didn't rush to thrust, but instead swayed my hips from side to side, letting my penis explore inside her, drawing arcs. This made her even more breathless and panting. She grabbed my waist with both hands: "You're bad—you're bad—come on—" and then actively thrust in and out, arching her hips.
I continued to use my penis to trace patterns inside her honeypot, probing and exploring from side to side, making only small movements, not thrusting forcefully, merely teasing her passion, not satisfying her sexual desire.
"Ah...ah...ah...um—oh ah..." She had abandoned her noblewoman's dignity and airs, and began to moan comfortably.
"I want...come on...ah...ah...ah...it's so itchy...come on...I want it..."
She twisted her waist, moaning lustfully.
"You want it? What do you want?" I teased her deliberately.
"Um—you're bad—ah...ah...I want it, move faster...it's so itchy..." she moaned, her lips pressing against my neck, kissing passionately.
While enjoying the noblewoman's sweet kiss, I felt my big cock being surrounded by her warm, moist pussy. It was a warm, moist pussy, warm, slippery, with fleshy walls everywhere, elastic everywhere, and every now and then a little stream would flow out of the opening, making a splashing sound.
"Then tell me, what do you want? I'll satisfy you..." I said with a wicked smile.
"Ah...ah...I want your big cock...it's so itchy..." She was kissing my earlobe, making me feel so excited and aroused.
"Then can I use my big cock to penetrate you?"
"Yes, okay, hurry up and penetrate me...ah...ah...hurry up..."
"Use your big cock to penetrate your place?"　　I stopped teasing her, grabbed her waist with both hands, and thrust my large penis in all the way. I watched as a stream of nectar flowed from her vagina. Then, I began my familiar routine, slapping her buttocks repeatedly…
“Ah…ah…ah…mmm…mmm…” she cried out joyfully, moaning.
“Does it feel good to be penetrated like this?”
“Ah…ah…mmm…good…good…don’t stop, keep going…”
While thrusting, I played around with different positions, sometimes three shallow thrusts followed by one deep, sometimes one shallow thrust followed by three deep, sometimes pausing to draw circles in her vagina with my penis…
“Ah…good…I like it when you penetrate like this…faster, ah…ah…again…” she cried out joyfully, moaning with pleasure.
After about a hundred thrusts, I deliberately mischievously grabbed her hair, making her lift her head to look at our reflection in the mirror. It seemed to be the first time she had done this; I could clearly feel her vagina tighten and contract, and a stream of fluid enveloped my penis as it flowed out.
"Ah...ah...I'm dying...dying...uh...ooh...ah..." She climaxed so quickly.
Then she lost her balance, so I quickly caught her and threw her onto the bed. Then, I pressed myself against her from above, in a traditional Chinese position, and penetrated her.
After a few dozen thrusts, I ejaculated, shooting streams of semen into her vagina.
Afterwards, I looked into her eyes and asked, "How did it feel?"
"You're so naughty, so amazing..." she said shyly with a smile.
We lingered in bed for a while longer, exchanged contact information, and then I went back to my room to sleep.

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