My mature female photographer friend

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This happened a while ago. I met a female photographer friend, Sister Li, the kind we can talk to about anything, the older sister type.
She invited me to go to a mountain to photograph plum blossoms, but the weather wasn't good that day; it rained.

Because I usually give her technical advice, I wanted to invite her to lunch. She called her best friend and said she'd have lunch at her friend's house.

This friend didn't want to cook, so she booked a table outside, left the address, and my female photographer friend and I went over. We found her friend waiting outside, very welcoming.

Her friend was around forty-two or forty-three years old, with short hair, fair skin, and a rather plump figure, a chubby face, and a double chin. She wore gold-rimmed glasses, elegant and sophisticated, like a powerful businesswoman. She had thin, arched eyebrows, large, bright, watery eyes—the kind that seem to hold a captivating allure—and sexy, full red lips, still wearing lipstick. She wore tight black stockings, showing off her full, rounded thighs, and high-heeled leather boots, exuding a queenly aura, with a hint of allure.

After the meal, my female photographer friend kept praising my good looks and physique. She mentioned she didn't have a girlfriend yet, which prompted another round of wistful remarks from her. I felt a little embarrassed but also a little proud of myself after being showered with compliments throughout the meal.
Her surname is Ji, so I call her Sister Ji.

My female photographer friend suggested taking some photos of her friend, so the three of us drove two cars straight down the mountain. We took photos for an hour, and her friend was very satisfied.

Seeing that the mountain wasn't very high, and that it would only take half an hour to climb, I wanted to see what it looked like from the top. So I suggested we go up to the summit to see the scenery. Her friend readily agreed, but my female photographer friend said she was too tired to walk anymore, having eaten too much at lunch, and persuaded me and her friend to go up the mountain while she continued taking photos at the bottom.
So the two of us excitedly took a shortcut, which turned out to be a very steep staircase.

We chatted and laughed for a while, but soon we were panting and sweating profusely, struggling to climb step by step while holding onto the railing.

Carrying a backpack made it even harder, so I fell behind Sister Ji by two or three steps. But just as I glanced up unintentionally, I suddenly saw Sister Ji's two plump legs moving back and forth with irresistible charm. Instantly, my lower abdomen felt hot, and my little brother even got a slight reaction.

Because it was raining that day, the steps were quite wet and slippery. I was distracted and slipped once, almost falling over. In my panic, I grabbed Sister Ji's calf to steady myself. This grab almost caused Sister Ji's entire body to fall straight backward. In my panic, I grabbed her to help her up. I meant to support her waist, but it wasn't that high. While one hand was supporting her waist, the other hand accidentally landed on Sister Ji's crotch, not the inner thigh, but the area between her legs at the groin. Sister Ji was terrified, screaming and scrambling around. After regaining her balance, she realized my hand had been touching her crotch. She said she was scared to death and slapped me. She took my hand and said with a smile, "You little pervert, how dare you take advantage of me!"

I quickly pulled my hand back, my face flushed red. Sister Ji's face was also bright red, and she tried to ease the awkwardness with a laugh: "I never thought that at my age, I would be taken advantage of by a little pervert like you. I'm ruining my reputation."

I blushed and said repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Sister Ji said again, "Well,

you've already taken advantage of me. Luckily, you didn't fall over." Then she said, "Little brother, you seem to be quite weak. Do you want me to help you?" I said no repeatedly, but she had already reached out her hand. I had no choice but to hold her hand, and the two of us continued to walk uphill, panting. Sister Ji's hand was plump and very soft.

When we reached the middle of the mountain, there was a flat section. I was about to let go of her hand, but Sister Ji didn't seem to want to let go. My heart was pounding. Could it be that she also wanted to?

The flat road wasn't long, and the two of them continued walking uphill hand in hand, resting every now and then. Sometimes they would even look at each other and laugh, pretending not to care. The half-hour walk took fifty minutes, chatting about her and me.
Sister Ji was straightforward, cheerful, and always smiling, making her very approachable. She told me about her life along the way: she and her husband ran a company; she managed the household, while her husband was busy with work. So her husband was often away on business trips. She also mentioned that she didn't have any hobbies outside of work and was quite bored, but thankfully she often hung out with her best friends.
Later, she asked why I wasn't married. I told her about my past arguments with my girlfriends, how we broke up, how she lied to me, and how she secretly asked her mother to find her some things back home—we were basically completely open with each other.

Sister Ji said that many women these days are really despicable, and although she's a woman herself, she often finds many women's behavior and thoughts unacceptable. Then she told me that when I look for a woman in the future, I only need one who is filial to her parents and responsible to her children; I shouldn't care too much about her looks.

She also said that if one of us had an affair after a long marriage, we shouldn't react too strongly. We need more understanding and tolerance.

I immediately asked her what if her husband had an affair?

She paused for a moment and said her husband did have an affair. At first, she was very distressed and considered divorce, but later she realized that her husband would get lonely alone away from home, and besides, it was all for the family. She said she had even gone out to find someone before as revenge. Later, when she calmed down, she forgave her husband.
I smiled and asked her, "Sister Ji, are you still looking?"

She glared at me and said, "Why?"

I said, "If you want to find someone again, you can consider me."

Sister Ji laughed and playfully hit me, then quickly pulled her hand back, saying, "You little pervert, trying to take advantage of me again?"

I shamelessly said, "I'm serious, I like your type."

She said, "Are you looking for a lover or a mother figure?"

I said, "I have a mother complex; I like mature and voluptuous women."

Just then, someone came from ahead, and the two of them quickly straightened up and started walking properly.

Just as we reached the mountaintop, Sister Ji's phone rang. It was a female photographer friend calling, saying she had to go back to the airport to pick up her husband and asked Sister Ji to keep me company, as she wouldn't be waiting. She then apologized profusely. I thanked her politely, of course.
The female photographer friend then left. There were many fun places and snacks on the mountain. The two of us strolled around, eating snacks and taking some photos. As it got dark, we stumbled upon a hot pot restaurant and had a meal, which Sister Ji treated us to.

After we finished eating, it was completely dark, and unfortunately, it started raining again, though not heavily. We bought a large umbrella. Not daring to take the side paths, we followed a winding road. There were fewer people on the road. Reaching a bend, we found a pavilion and suggested we take shelter from the rain. The woman agreed, so we climbed the steps hand-in-hand. The pavilion was empty.

The two quickly tidied themselves up, sat down on stools, and chatted and laughed for a while. Suddenly, Sister Ji said, "Could you tell me why you have a mother complex?"

After a moment of silence, I said, "Because I grew up in a single-parent family, I have a longing for motherhood." Then I told her my background in detail, and Sister Ji sighed repeatedly.

For a moment, it became very quiet. I broke the silence with a mischievous grin and said, "Sister, if you ever need someone in the future, remember to come find me."

Sister Ji stood up, ready to hit me, and said, "I could be your mother."

I grabbed Sister Ji's hand, staring intently into her eyes. She couldn't pull away, and seeing me looking at her like that, her face flushed. Just as she looked away, I suddenly pulled her towards me, causing her to stumble and fall into my arms. I held her tightly, breathing heavily, without saying a word, then cupped her face and gazed at her for a full ten seconds. Sister Ji seemed flustered, also panting and whispering "no." Then I kissed her fiercely. She didn't resist, but instead slid her tongue into my mouth like a snake, and we kissed passionately.
While kissing, I secretly kept an eye out for anyone coming up.

Sister Ji hugged me tightly, moaning and calling out "Little Brother, Little Brother!" Her lower body pressed against me, and soon she began to writhe, rubbing against my genitals, instantly making my penis rock hard. I kept thrusting against her through her pants, making her gasp repeatedly.

I freed one hand, pulled open Sister Ji's clothes, and reached directly into her private area from her stomach. Because my hand was cold, she shivered.

At this point, I didn't care anymore, tracing the pubic hair along the cleft, feeling my hand wet. I then inserted my fingers, probing and rubbing. Sister Ji couldn't help but cry out, so I quickly kissed her to cover her mouth. After a series of vigorous thrusts, she cried out in surprise, suddenly hugging me tightly, burying her head deep in my neck. Her legs clamped tightly around my hand, preventing me from moving, her heavy breathing, her chest heaving, her whole body trembling.

After a long while, she finally said, "You've made me want to die."

I grabbed her hand and, through her pants, grasped my penis and began to stroke it repeatedly. My penis was getting harder and harder when the phone rang. Sister Ji stopped and answered. It was her female photographer friend calling, asking if she had gotten home. Sister Ji stammered that she had.

Through the phone, I heard her friend say, "You didn't take him away, did you?"

She laughed and scolded her best friend. Her friend asked if she wanted to come to her house for dinner, but she said she couldn't, she was tired and would just eat something and rest.

The two women chatted for a while, and I kept gesturing to the older woman to hang up. Finally, I hung up hastily. The older woman's passion subsided, and when I tried to kiss her again, she pushed me away, saying we should hurry down the mountain, or the rain would get heavier. So I had to agree.

We drove in the rain, got into the older woman's car, and couldn't help but kiss her passionately again. Soon, the older woman became aroused again. I unzipped the passenger seat, took the older woman's hand, and held my big penis, constantly guiding her hand to stroke it. She was exasperated. I said, "Sister, how about we drive to a more secluded place?"
Sister Ji rolled her eyes at me.

After driving for a while, we stopped in a secluded spot in the countryside. We turned off the engine and lights, and the two of us rushed to the back seat. I eagerly took off Sister Ji's boots, lifted her legs, and pulled her pants down halfway to her knees, exposing her buttocks and thighs.

Even though it was an SUV, the space was still too small. With her pants half down, I straddled Sister Ji, one hand around her legs, the other on the seat back, and thrust a few times towards her genitals. Sister Ji obediently guided her hand to the entrance, and then I thrust in deeply. She moaned as I thrust vigorously, at a rapid pace. After a long while, I ejaculated. We both panted for a while, cleaning up the mess. Feeling

refreshed, we drove off, chatting and laughing. I said, "Sister Ji, why don't you stay and go straight to a hotel?"

Sister Ji chuckled and said, "Aren't you done yet?"

I said, "The car is too cramped; it's not convenient to go all out. How about we go to a hotel and have a thousand rounds?"
She thought about it and agreed.

So we went straight to a hotel and spent the night together. It was wonderful.

The next evening, my female photographer friend asked me if I had fun the night before, and I said yes. She then asked with a mischievous grin, "How was Sister Ji?"

I said, "She's a great person. Generous, cheerful, elegant, and with a good personality."

She sent a sly smile emoji and said, "You didn't fall for Sister Ji, did you?"

I said, "Even if I did, she might not like me."

Suddenly, my female photographer friend changed the subject and said, "You little rascal, what did you two do yesterday? Tell me the truth."

I said, "What could we do? We had dinner and went straight home."

She sent an angry emoji and said, "You little rascal, did you bewitch Sister Ji yesterday?!"
I said, "I don't have that much charm."

She sent me a disdainful emoji and said, "You little brat..." "Honestly, your sister Ji told me everything!"

My heart skipped a beat. I quickly picked up the phone and called Sister Ji to ask how her best friend knew. Sister Ji laughed and said, "Yesterday she lied and said she was going home to rest. Later, her best friend actually brought her food, but after knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered, so she was found out."

I was incredibly nervous. I said, "What should I do?"

Sister Ji laughed and said, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

I felt really angry and said, "How can I tell someone something like this?"

Sister Ji smiled and comforted me, "This is her best friend; she wouldn't tell anyone." Then she talked about how the two of them sometimes kept secrets from each other.

But I was still very angry and angrily hung up the phone.

My female photographer friend started asking me all sorts of questions with a grin, but I was still angry and ignored her. She called me three times on QQ, and I hung up. Later, she said, "Please answer this; I have something to tell you."

So I answered the phone. The female photographer apologized, saying, "First of all, I apologize for knowing your privacy. But there are reasons for all of this."

She went on and on before I understood. This was practically Mission: Impossible episode 10!
Apparently, this female photographer and I were pretty close, sharing everything—my worries about sex, women, even the times I'd hooked up with women. She had studied psychology and probably knew I wasn't a bad person. She also knew I had a serious attraction to mature women. Since Sister Ji and she were also close, and she knew about Sister Ji's struggles with sex, she wanted to set us up. So, she arranged for us to meet, and who knew that Sister Ji and I would hit it off so badly that very day!
She said, "I even had a serious talk with my best friend about this before, and she agreed.
I didn't mean you any harm. You, you brat, got such a good deal, and instead of being grateful, you're angry with me. Is there no law anymore?"

I was completely dumbfounded. This was so absurd. Later, she said that Sister Ji was actually single, and she felt sorry for her. Then she laughed and scolded me for being heartless.

I was completely stunned; it was like a novel. My anger was gone, but I was still incredibly shocked.

I hung up and called Sister Ji. She said, "You know everything."

I said, "I don't blame you. I thank you both."

Sister Ji was silent for a moment, then said, "We're still together now, just about to make dinner. Do you want to come over and eat?"

I thought it would be too awkward, so I said no. Sister Ji laughed and said, "Little brother, come over. Sister Li will keep you company too, okay?" She

then chuckled. And then I heard Sister Li laughing beside me, saying, "Little Song, if you dare to come, Sister Ji and I will both keep you company tonight."

"I'm serious?" she asked

. "Of course it's true," she replied with a laugh, "I'm just afraid you won't dare."

I said, "You guys aren't setting me up or anything, are you?"

Sister Li immediately scolded me, "Coward!"

I snapped, "Fine, I'll take a taxi right now."

Sister Ji cheerfully sent me a location, so without a second thought, I ran over. I had a feeling something was definitely going to happen today. And so began an unforgettable threesome.
[The End]

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