After-sales service encounter with a mature woman

Four years ago, I was working at an electronics after-sales service station. In mid-July, I received a service call for a prefecture-level city within my city. Before going, I called, and a mature woman answered. She told me to call when I arrived, as no one was home and she needed to take time off to accompany me for the repair. I was secretly a little excited, but I prioritized the business.

When I arrived at her building, I saw a mature woman standing on the roadside looking around. Wow, she was wearing a thin cotton panty and vest, exposing her thighs, which were quite fair. I immediately turned on my phone's video recording

function (I like street photography). After getting out of the car and exchanging a few pleasantries, she led the way, keeping a close distance as we walked. However, I felt that the side view wouldn't look very good later. Then, as we went up the stairs, I had a nosebleed. I got an erection immediately. Her panty clearly showed her buttocks, her two halves overlapping. I don't know if I had recorded it or seen it, but my heart trembled. I leaned forward and sniffed as close as possible, but there was no smell. I forgot which floor it was, but I felt like I walked too fast.

Once inside, I got straight to work, replacing spare parts, but I still had to debug the system. We chatted non-stop throughout. I forgot to mention, since entering the building, my pants had been bulging, very noticeable even in thin jeans. Of course, I kept recording intermittently. Debugging the system took a long time. During our conversation, I noticed this mature woman kept glancing at my crotch. The more she looked, the higher my adrenaline rose, the bigger my penis became, and the more aroused I felt. I couldn't resist any longer and asked where the bathroom was. I went in and habitually scanned the area—nothing there. A little disappointed, but I still couldn't resist masturbating. Perhaps it was too stimulating, because I couldn't finish in two minutes. I couldn't stay in the bathroom too long, so I washed my hands, rinsed off, and used the toilet. My penis softened a bit, and I ejaculated between my legs. I finished work

at 4:30 PM and will continue writing tomorrow night.

Due to the nature of my work, reason prevailed over impulse, and I sat down to continue debugging the system after returning home.

Of course, I continued chatting with this woman who was nearly 50 years old, but being alone with her in a room, my penis couldn't help but get hard again. This woman also kept glancing at my crotch, and the time she spent looking there gradually increased.

She seemed quite interested in looking, haha. We started talking about the size of her house; she'd been a little disappointed not to see any underwear or stockings in the bathroom earlier, so she suggested a tour. So, I set up this little tent and we went from room to room. She kept staring intently at my penis, it was so exciting! When we got to the living room, she answered a phone call and sat down. After she finished, she asked me to save her number. Taking advantage of this, I walked over and stood in front of her. Haha, my penis was right in front of her face. I picked up my phone and casually asked her questions while saving the number, trying to dawdle as long as possible. She just kept staring at my crotch. It was incredibly exciting! It was the first time a woman had seen me like this. Before, when I was on a crowded bus, I'd cover my penis with my bag when it got hard. This was completely naked; it was a miracle I didn't ejaculate. I'm already quite content to have met this girl today.

Back at the screen, I continued adjusting it when she suddenly asked if I was married. The answer was yes. Then she asked if I knew anyone around my age, and offered to introduce me to someone. At that moment, I was overcome with lust and my IQ dropped; I didn't think much of it until later. Since we entered the room, she'd asked me several times why I was wearing long pants in such hot weather. I even thought, "Does this woman like looking at feet?" and rolled up my pant legs a bit. Looking back, I was incredibly pathetic.

About ten minutes later, she suddenly leaned forward and placed her hands on my legs, her little fingers resting on my penis. She glanced at the screen and asked how much longer it would take, without removing her hands. My head went blank; I almost ejaculated. I don't know what I was thinking, but instinctively, I put my hands on her thighs too. They were soft and smooth; I even rubbed them back and forth. I said, "It'll be a while."

We chatted for another two minutes in that position. She pulled her hand back, but I didn't want to pull mine away, though I was afraid of going too far, so I pulled it back anyway.

During this time, my mind was a mess, and I didn't know what to talk about anymore. After chatting for a while, I don't know how I ended up asking what I usually like to do when I'm free. Suddenly, this old woman put her hand on my penis and said, "I like this." Oh my god, I suddenly understood everything. She was trying to take advantage of me. I was happy just to fantasize about her, but when it came to actually sleeping with her, it wasn't really that interesting. But then again, if I didn't say it out loud, everyone would kill me.

Continuing... She kept squeezing and stroking my penis, and I asked, "How is it? Is it big?"

The answer was still affirmative, quite big. She noticed it when we came in and said that young men's penises are different. I asked her to open it up and take a look. She hummed and started unbuttoning my pants. Actually, I prefer her touching it through my pants. Her expression and movements are really incredibly sexy. In Wen Song's words, it's called exciting.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis, starting to masturbate, carefully examining it from the front and back. Meanwhile, his hands weren't idle either; he touched her breasts—not large, and with a bra on, he couldn't really feel them. When he touched her face and neck, he remarked that this woman was indeed well-maintained, her skin very soft and smooth. After

playing with his penis for a while, the woman suddenly stood up, saying she couldn't take it anymore, turned around to draw the curtains, grabbed a small blanket and spread it on the bed, then took off her clothes and lay down.

At this point, the man knew exactly what to do next, but honestly, he was a little hesitant. Oh well, what's done is done.

Her breasts weren't large, her body was well-proportioned, her pubic hair was sparse, and her vulva was nicely shaped. It didn't smell, and although he smelled it, that didn't mean he'd use his mouth. He felt a little aroused, and after rubbing it up and down for a while, she cried out, "I can't take it anymore! Come on!" Just as he was about to thrust in, she said, "Come lie here."

Oh dear! What kind of position is this? I've never used it before. Lying face-to-face with her, how am I supposed to penetrate you? Then this slutty old woman made me hold her, and she grabbed my penis and rubbed it back and forth on her labia, moaning, "So good, I'm dying to be penetrated!" Damn, she was really taking advantage of me.

After a minute or two, she probably got tired too. Okay, it was my turn. I mounted her, spread her legs, and pressed my thumb against my penis. Oh yeah, my little brother was no match for the hot sensation inside her vagina. It was so stimulating; I didn't feel any relaxation, but rather tightness. I started a fast and slow piston-like motion. This old woman was the type who was always burning with desire. Her moans, "I'm dying to be penetrated, so good, fuck me to death! Ah! Ah!" were still quite seductive.

Maybe I was hard for too long before, because I couldn't last more than a few minutes. I couldn't even stop to catch my breath; I ejaculated wildly. Much more than I usually ejaculate when I masturbate.

He regretted it as soon as he finished. He wished he hadn't gone yet; he could have played around longer. He loved the foreplay and the teasing. Once they were in bed, it was just the same old thing, and it got boring.

Afterward, she made a few phone calls, of course, still asking him to introduce her to potential partners. He promptly blocked her phone. And that was the end of it.

[The End]

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