Experience the charm of a mature woman

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In the mid-1980s, when I was working for a foreign company in Shenzhen, a city in southern China, it was a time when my love life flourished.

Our office was in a building next to the passenger terminal in this emerging city. The windows overlooked the beautiful bay, and across the bay, you could vaguely see the skyscrapers of Hong Kong. Every day when I came home from work, I would open the window, take a deep breath of the unpolluted, fresh air, and feel refreshed, then start my busy work day full of energy. The company had Chinese employees, foreigners, and Hong Kong residents. The foreigners were in management, and they rented upscale apartments by the bay as rest areas or for managers who needed to stay overnight. Later, the company decided to expand long-term in China and simply built its own houses there. All the building materials were shipped from Hong Kong. The foreigners chose a location on a hill for their villa complex—a long, high strip of land facing the sea. I wondered why these foreigners would choose to live on a perfectly good flat area instead of going through all that trouble—driving up the hill was even more risky, involving many winding and troublesome routes. Later, when the villa was built, I went up to see it and couldn't help but admire the Westerners' pursuit of enjoyment and their vision. Inside the luxurious building, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room offered a panoramic view of the entire city and bay, with the land stretched out at my feet. I exclaimed that even capitalism has its paradises, and once you're there, you really don't want to go back to being human.

Our company provides meals, and when things aren't busy, everyone goes to the restaurant for lunch together, which offers both Chinese and Western food.

When things are busy, I don't go myself, so I call downstairs to order takeout to be delivered to the office. The person who usually delivers the food is Xiao Chen, a waiter from the restaurant. We became familiar with each other after a couple of visits. Xiao Chen is from Nanchang, a rather simple person, and speaks with a bit of Burmese accent. After we got to know each other, we got along quite well, and each time he came up, it was a good opportunity to relax and chat about everything under the sun. Once, he told me about a new woman who moved into the apartment next to our company's. This woman frequently called their restaurant to order takeout, and he was usually the one delivering it. He smiled mysteriously and said that the woman had a "big appetite" (a Cantonese slang term describing a large appetite, which can also include sexual appetite). I pressed him relentlessly, asking if he was having an affair with her. Xiao Chen was reluctant to say at first, but after my persistent questioning, he reluctantly admitted it. However, he seemed a little overwhelmed, saying she was too fat. I laughed and teased him, saying, "You're as skinny as a bamboo pole, this is perfect for you to get some exercise." He laughed so hard he ran back to the restaurant in a panic. After that, every time Xiao Chen brought food, I would ask him about his progress with this "big appetite" woman. Sometimes Xiao Chen would honestly admit that he had delivered "food" to that woman again. After hearing Xiao Chen talk about this, I really wanted to see what kind of person she was, but I didn't think about going any further. However, what truly made me decide to seek an opportunity to approach her was a story I heard from Jim, the British manager, while we were drinking at a bar. He was rambling incoherently, and Jim said that once, while he was on duty at his apartment, there was a very hot Chinese woman next door. He said it was the first time he'd cheated on his wife with that woman, and they'd been having sex on the sofa, floor, kitchen, dining table, and bed in the apartment. Jim didn't complain about how fat the woman was, probably because he himself was quite large. I forgot to ask how they got together, because I was also quite drunk that time.

An opportunity arose. Because I was a minor manager in the company, the foreigners entrusted me with the key to the apartment when it was empty. They also told me that I could stay there if I wanted, as it was convenient as it was only a short walk from the company, and I could also enjoy the air conditioning in the luxurious apartment.

That day, I grabbed the key and planned to begin my hunt that evening, hoping the woman would be home.

After work, I went up to my apartment, showered, and it was already past 6 PM. I watched TV, my heart pounding as I tried to figure out how to make my move. Finally, I came up with a ridiculous excuse.

I left the apartment, carefully locked the door, and walked to the woman's door next door, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it myself. I gently pressed the doorbell.

The doorbell rang, the peephole flashed, and then I heard the door open. A woman appeared, or rather, a mature woman. She looked to be in her thirties, not as fat as I'd imagined, but definitely overweight. She wore a floral short-sleeved top and a green pleated skirt. Her face was all smiles as soon as she appeared. She was fairly pleasing to the eye, a typical northern woman, with small features, and she was about 165 centimeters tall. At this moment, she smiled and asked, "What's wrong?" I stammered, "I'm sorry to bother you, I live next door. I don't know why this door lock won't open. I think our locks are the same, so I wanted to ask if you could help me take a look." She said with some surprise,

"You live next door? I've never seen you before?" My face flushed, "Oh, because I'm on duty today, and the company let me stay here, so I'm not very familiar with this door, hehe." The woman said happily, "Oh, is that so? No problem, I'll take a look." I thanked her and led her over. As soon as we reached the door, I felt the woman's hand casually rest on my lower back, just above my buttocks. A strange feeling came from behind. She then said, "Try opening it again and see if it doesn't work." Her hand was still on my lower back. I inserted the key into the lock again and turned it in the opposite direction. The lock was a new type of safety lock; it took several turns to engage the first and second locks. I pretended to try, turning the key as I spoke, saying, "See, it's not working. I keep turning it, but I just can't open it. Why don't you try?" The woman casually put her right arm around my waist, reached out with her left hand, took the key, and turned it a few times. "Click!" The door opened. I feigned surprise, saying, "Oh, it's working again now! Sigh, I'm so clumsy." I smiled and thanked her repeatedly, then casually asked her name. She said her name was Ni Ping, and I said my name was Xiao Lin. Then I said goodbye insincerely, and she gave me a knowing smile and nodded. We went back to our rooms and closed the doors.

Back in my room, I felt excited, like I'd just passed an exam. At that moment, I felt like a male dog, its desire aroused but locked in a cage, pacing around the living room. I thought, "It's been so hard to get started. Will this play end so quickly?" I hadn't even really gotten a good look at this woman yet. Should I continue? I was thinking, but I couldn't think of a better reason to knock on her door again. Just as I was feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof, the phone rang. I picked up the receiver, and the person on the other end said, "Xiao Lin? This is Ni Ping. Have you eaten yet? I'm cooking right now. If you haven't, come over and eat with us." I was secretly delighted. Damn, there's always a way out! I didn't have time to think about how she got this phone number, and I just pretended to be polite and said, "Oh, I can't accept that. You opened the door for me, and now I have to eat with you." She laughed and said, "Don't be so polite. I'm all alone here. If you come over, I'll have someone to keep me company." I then said, "Okay, okay, I'll accept your offer and come right away."

When I entered Ni Ping's room, it was the same layout as the one in our company—two bedrooms and two living rooms. It was fully furnished with modern furniture, and the food on the table was already prepared, just simple things like dumplings and pickled radish.

Ni Ping was very easygoing, always smiling. Being naive and inexperienced, I was filled with curiosity about this woman, especially her sexual escapades. We ate and chatted at the dinner table. She said she had just come from Beijing and lived alone. The house belonged to her uncle, a businessman in Hong Kong, who asked her to look after it. She herself was currently unemployed. I didn't ask if she was married, but simply said, "Aren't you lonely all the time?" She said yes, she was too lazy to cook when she was home alone, so she usually just ordered takeout. Hearing her say that, I immediately thought that Xiao Chen had probably sat on the same chair I was sitting on. I glanced at her ample breasts but didn't say anything.

After we finished eating, Ni Ping tidied up, and I moved to the corner sofa in the living room to watch TV. A little while later, Ni Ping made tea and came over to sit with me. Being with a woman older than myself felt a bit awkward, but Ni Ping seemed very relaxed and mature. I asked her what she did in Beijing before, and she said she had been in the Beijing Wushu Team, and was a professional. I was a little incredulous, and she said, "If you don't believe me, stretch out your hand and let's have a match." I actually grabbed her hand and we wrestled. Her grip was really strong; it seemed she wasn't exaggerating. She said that people who exercise gain weight when they stop, which is why she has her current figure.

Ni Ping got up and brought me some photo albums, then sat down close to me. The albums contained many photos of her in the Wushu Team, mostly of her practicing swordplay. I slowly flipped through them, and Ni Ping explained the photos to me while her hand brushed against my neck. I pretended not to care and let her touch me, secretly thinking that something was about to happen. Seeing my lack of reaction, Ni Ping slowly moved her hand down to my chest and nipples. Looking at her long, white legs peeking out from under her skirt, my hormones surged, and my penis felt uncomfortably hard against my jeans. I glanced at her; she was also smiling at me with narrowed eyes, as if asking, "What do you want?" My heart pounded, and I couldn't resist placing my hand on her thigh and reaching under her skirt. Ni Ping exclaimed dramatically, "Ah!" and dodged. I reached further, touching her panties, and she laughed again, "Ah!" and dodged again. I was enraged; my penis was throbbing. I threw down the photo album and pressed myself against her. Unexpectedly, she desperately resisted my advances, repeatedly saying, "No, no!" She was strong, and I didn't gain any advantage. I thought, "Why did you tease me like that?" I stopped, and she giggled, saying, "You're so naughty." I wondered who was naughtier. A little annoyed, I said I was going back, thank you for dinner. Ignoring her, I opened the door and went back to my apartment.

Back in my room, I thought to myself, "That's enough for tonight. I've already seen this woman and achieved my original goal. I'll just wait for my lust to subside and get some sleep." I watched TV for about an hour; it was almost ten o'clock. Just as I was about to go to bed, the phone rang.

I guessed it was from next door. I picked up the receiver, and sure enough, Ni Ping's voice came through: "Are you asleep?

I just finished showering. Are you angry with me?" I said, "I was watching TV. I'm not angry with you, but I feel like you're playing me. You want to have your way with me, but you won't let me. I don't know what you mean." She immediately said, "Don't say these things on the phone. I'm afraid someone will intercept your calls." I asked in surprise, "Who would intercept private calls here?" She said it was the police or something. I thought it was strange, but I didn't bother to investigate the reliability of her statement. I said, "Never mind, I'm going to sleep. Sorry to bother you tonight, goodnight." She kept saying "uh-huh" and seemed about to say something, but I ignored her and hung up. Just as I turned around, the phone rang again. I picked up the receiver, and Ni Ping quickly said, "Come over now," and then hung up. At that moment, I was actually considering whether to go or not. I was vaguely worried about what unpredictable consequences might arise if I went, but then I thought it didn't seem like a big deal. I decided to take it one step at a time and decided to go.

Once out of the building, I scurried down to her door like a mouse. I rang the bell, and the door opened. A chubby arm reached out and pulled me inside. The room was dark. To my surprise, Ni Ping was only wearing a white, tight-fitting nightgown. I wasn't sure if it was for sleeping; it was a one-piece thing with straps and briefs. It looked bulky on her. I could see now that she was indeed a bit overweight, with large breasts and visible bulges of fat around her waist, stretched taut by the tight fabric. Her long, white legs looked even whiter in the darkness. Her figure was quite different from any young girl I'd ever seen, yet in this unusual environment and atmosphere, it exuded a powerful, sensual allure.

She opened the door without a sound and turned to walk towards the bedroom. I closed the door and followed her into the bedroom in the dark. A faint light shone from somewhere in the bedroom, making out the large bed and other things. I sat down on the soft edge of the bed. Ni Ping didn't say anything, but stood in front of me and pulled my head into her arms. Through the silk nightgown, I could feel the warmth of her soft, large breasts on my face. I gently stroked her very fleshy thighs and buttocks, and slowly moved my head in her breasts. Ni Ping moaned, "Oh, oh, oh." I subconsciously didn't touch her waist, but only touched the best parts of her body.

The lustful attraction made my lower body swell intensely, and Ni Ping couldn't resist either. She pushed me down, stared at me intently, and whispered, "Hehe, little darling." Then she leaned down and brought her mouth to my lips. I lay there looking up at her face; her silhouette looked much better in the darkness. I couldn't help but marvel at the magical effect of darkness making women more beautiful. Looking at this mature woman's face, my heart stirred, and I opened my mouth to kiss her. She held my shoulders and kissed me repeatedly, and I passively received her passionate kisses from below, feeling like a chick caught in the clutches of a hawk. Gradually,

I felt Ni Ping's head moving downwards, and countless drops of moisture fell on my firm chest; my erect penis sank into the warm, wet embrace; the raging fire of desire was being consumed by her, burning her with desire as well. After a series of soft, smacking sounds, we became two naked spheres of flesh intertwined. The woman howled like a she-wolf, searching for a water gun to extinguish the fire. My glans, like red-hot iron, was already aimed at the hungry, opening and closing vagina, but I hesitated. The woman grew impatient, shouting, "Rub it! Rub it!" At this cry characteristic of Northeastern women, I thrust forward, and our two organs finally merged. At that moment, I felt like I was writhing, tearing, and biting a ravenous she-wolf on the bed. A night of intense intercourse and her relentless demands left me nearly exhausted… Dawn was approaching, and I staggered back to my apartment, my legs weak. The next day at work, reflecting on the previous night's experience, I figured I'd had my fill of seeing a lonely woman, but I decided to stop there. After all, Ni Ping wasn't my type. She called me a few times afterward, but I turned them down. I even bumped into her on the street, just exchanging a smile and a casual greeting.

[The End]

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