Playing with mature women requires patience

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Recently, I saw a post by a popular online influencer about a mature woman, which sparked my interest and inspired me to submit my own post. I

met this woman a few years ago while on a business trip. Back then, I usually stayed in budget hotels like Home Inns when I traveled for work. The "Shake" feature on WeChat was still very popular back then. One afternoon, while resting in the hotel, I used my phone to shake it, and a picture of a mature woman I liked appeared. She was a beautiful young woman wearing stockings, boots, and a black tight-fitting t-shirt, leaning against a tree. I immediately greeted her, and after chatting, I learned that she was over 40 and had just learned how to use WeChat for the first time. We added each other as friends, and I gradually learned that she had a son in college and her husband stayed home most of the time. I felt that she was too old, and she didn't like younger women (although I was also in my 30s at the time, we were definitely not from the same generation). We continued chatting, and a few times she blocked me after a few days of not chatting, but I persistently added her back. This took a really long time, about a year (mature and respectable women, please don't rush things; I've had several WeChat friends who took a year or two to win over). One day at noon, while resting at work, I overheard her saying she had just gotten up. I begged her to send me a photo, and she said it was inconvenient not to be wearing clothes (generally, if a decent woman says something like that, it means she's not actually averse to you). I immediately perked up and steered the conversation towards more adult topics. She finally agreed and took a picture of herself in blue underwear in front of a mirror. I noticed a red string tied around her waist, which looked quite alluring, and I immediately pressed my advantage. Finally, I got her agreement to meet, and since I was going to do some casual sex anyway, I casually mentioned that I'd buy a ticket immediately to see her, which made her feel incredibly embarrassed. So, with excitement, I boarded the train. On the train, I kept teasing her, and finally learned that she had a lover in the local government, supposedly a high-ranking official. She admitted she also needed sex but was very concerned about my age. I went along with it, saying that if she wasn't satisfied after meeting me, I wouldn't bother her anymore, and she finally agreed.

I arrived at the hotel the next morning and immediately started contacting her, but she didn't answer. Since I didn't have her phone, I could only wait on WeChat. It was already 11 o'clock when time passed, and I felt that she might give up and not come. But then she replied on WeChat, saying that she had chatted with me too late yesterday (we talked about sex on the train all day) and woke up late, saying she would come over immediately. At that time, I didn't think it was a honey trap and just gave her my room number (actually, chatting for a long time is a good way to prevent a honey trap). Less than half an hour later, she came with soy milk and steamed buns (this mature woman is so considerate; she knew I hadn't eaten breakfast and specially bought them on her way). But who wants to eat steamed buns! We had also exchanged photos during our chat. She was a typical Southern beauty, wearing a lace dress and high-heeled boots. There was no awkwardness when we met; I kissed her deeply first. I picked her up and she was very understanding, wrapping her legs around my waist. I put her on the bed. At that time, I was only wearing underwear, and my erection was already very high. While kissing her, I took off her dress. I never expected her skin to be so perfect, tight and smooth. Her breasts didn't sag at all. Especially after she took off her stockings, her cute little butt was revealed, wearing a low-rise lace panty. She even specifically told me that she wore it for me. And so, our passion began. When I took off her panty, I found that her pussy was absolutely perfect, not at all like someone almost 50. She also proudly told me that she dances and does yoga to maintain her figure. When I was about to kiss her again, she knelt on the bed and took my penis in her mouth. That's the good thing about mature women; you don't need to tell them what to do. The scene was truly perfect. The green sheets of a hotel, the orange walls, the sounds of people checking out coming from the hallway outside, and a woman with no excess fat around her waist, a tall and straight figure, and long flowing hair, completely naked, wearing black boots, kneeling on the bed kissing my penis. Her oral skills were absolutely perfect, swallowing and moving up and down. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed her down and started drawing my penis on her vulva. She couldn't hold back either, saying, "Okay, little brother, let me take off my shoes, and then fuck me properly, okay?" So I got up, and she untied her boots herself. I then noticed that my sister's little feet were incredibly soft, without a single callus. I lifted her legs and thrust hard. Her genitals were simply perfect; the base didn't look like it belonged to someone almost 50. When I entered her, she asked, "Is my pussy still tight, little brother?" She was very attentive to my feelings. We just kept thrusting, without any specific positions, just lifting her legs. After about ten minutes, she tightly clamped my head between her legs and started babbling incoherently. I knew she was close. I whispered in her ear, "Can I ejaculate inside?" (I really wanted to use a condom because I knew she had a lover, and who knew if he was seeing prostitutes, but I didn't have time to think about it.) I felt myself becoming dazed, biting my lip and constantly covering my mouth with my hand, trying not to scream, because there were definitely people outside in the hallway who would hear. Her genitals weren't just a puddle; they were practically soaking the entire bedsheets. The more I pushed, the more water came, but it wasn't loose at all down there, always tightly enveloping me. (A few days ago, I managed to hook up with a younger woman, but when she was fully clothed, she was incredibly arousing. When she was naked, her breasts were sagging, and she was incredibly responsive down there.) I noticed she didn't have time to leave me, and I remembered that if you're going to sleep with a mature woman, you can't be fooled by her appearance. Even when a mature woman has an orgasm, you can't rush to ejaculate, because they're willing to sleep with you not only because they're emotionally empty, but also because they really want to release their bodies a few times! Don't rush, make sure you satisfy them completely. So I stopped and vigorously rubbed her breasts. Her breasts were truly firm, and although her nipples were brown, they weren't sagging at all. At this moment, she used her legs to clamp my head and pull it close to hers. I knew she wanted to kiss me, so I quickly lowered my head and took her tongue in my mouth. My entire tongue was inside her. I asked her, "Sister, can I ejaculate inside?" She said, "Yes, I think I have a ring." I asked her again, "Sister, are you comfortable?" She laughed and said, "Yours is so thick, none of theirs is that thick" (Little Wolf sweated a little). I picked her up, but by then she was limp and had no strength left. When I put her in my arms, I didn't hold her head properly and she bumped her head on the headboard with a thud. She cried out "Ah!" because I was thrusting into her G-spot again. She was surprised and said, "You can still do it?" So I held her buttocks and shook her vigorously in my arms. After only a few thrusts, I felt something flowing out from below and she cried out even louder. I asked her, "Sister, can you call me husband?" Without saying a word, she called out, "Husband, husband." Because of her petite body, it really gave me a sense of conquest. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I laid her down on the bed, wrapped my arms around her back, and thrust hard until I finally ejaculated. At this point, her moans were almost crying.

So, the first round was over-satisfied. We rested for a while, washed each other, and she got out of bed, her legs too weak, and we chatted. She lay in my arms, saying she never expected to be so young and yet so old to be with someone so small. She felt terrible, worried that her son would laugh at her if he knew. I suddenly wondered if there was more to the story. I asked her some trivial questions, and she told me her son was the president of the student union at university, very handsome, and many girls pursued him. He consulted her about everything and liked communicating with her. Sometimes he even told her about his intimate moments with his girlfriend—clearly a case of Oedipus complex. Her lover was a high-ranking official in the government. They met by chance and had sex, and she fell in love with him. But he couldn't give her anything in return. Sometimes, their trysts involved his secretary picking her up and taking her to faraway places. She was distressed, yet truly in love with him. Her husband was a spineless coward. She didn't know what was wrong with her; although she wasn't particularly beautiful, why was she so easily entangled with men? Actually, she wasn't a particularly beautiful woman, but her delicate, refined气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament) and her figure, honed by yoga and dance, captivated men. As we chatted, I realized I was aroused again, and without a word, we kissed. I took out my phone to take pictures of her, and she didn't object, only telling me not to take pictures of her face. She told me she didn't know why, but we felt incredibly perfect together. That's how we had our first time together, with the mature woman I'd always dreamed of, a woman in her late forties, almost fifty. Later, for some reason, she didn't want to see me. Once, she even wanted to introduce me to her girlfriends, and we slept together a few more times. If it's convenient, I'll tell you. Almost every time, she'd say she wouldn't come, but then she'd find herself drawn to me. Afterwards, she felt a lot of pressure, constantly feeling that being with a man so much younger than her was unbearable, both emotionally and physically. And so, we slowly drifted apart. Meanwhile, I found another amazing mature woman on XT.

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