Thirsty old woman

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"Honey, why don't you try out for that sushi restaurant job Tim mentioned earlier?"
my girlfriend said, nestled in my arms.
Tonight at dinner, my roommate Tim told us he quit
his , and that they were hiring.
My girlfriend encouraged me to apply.
As an international student, I haven't had any income for almost three months since my falling out with the ruthless Chinese owner at the fish and chips shop.
Although I still have some savings, this can't go on forever
.
"But… Tim said the South Korean manager there isn't easy to get along with either, and he quit because he couldn't
stand it,"
I replied.
Tim used to complain to us about how difficult the South Korean female owner was. He
quit , partly because he found another job, but mainly because he couldn't tolerate it anymore.
"Maybe,"
my girlfriend said. "But when it comes to work, there's no such thing as a perfect job. Besides
, Tim said that the shop is actually pretty good. The pay is decent, taxes are paid legally, public holidays are observed,
and there's four weeks of paid annual leave, all in accordance with local laws. Isn't it much better than your old little fish shop
?"
"That's true,"
I nodded.
Due to the global economic downturn, the country's economy has been very sluggish for the past two years. It's not easy for Chinese
students to find part-time jobs because many small businesses are struggling to survive, and most local businesses
are no longer hiring. However, some Chinese-owned takeout shops are an exception. They sell very cheap food,
which is actually very popular during this period of economic hardship, so many international students can find part-time jobs in these shops.
But this comes at a price: the wages are far below the legal minimum wage, and there
are no overtime pay, paid annual leave, or other benefits. That's what happened at the Chinese-owned fried fish shop where I used to work.
Moreover, the boss seemed to think the employees owed them a lot, often yelling and cursing. I quit because
I couldn't it.
So the next day, I went to that sushi restaurant with my resume, saying I was looking for a part-time job
.
I was greeted by a South Korean woman around fifty years old, with slightly yellowish skin and
a somewhat , clearly someone who worked in the kitchen year-round.
However, her long hair was styled in curls and dyed a once-trendy dark gold, making her
look much younger.
The older woman glanced at my resume, and I introduced myself as Tim's roommate, saying I could work thirty hours
a week .
She seemed quite satisfied and quickly nodded in agreement, saying she needed help. She
then handed me a photocopy of a formal employment contract, detailing my job duties, hourly wage, and
benefits, telling me to read it carefully, sign it if I agreed, and bring it back to her so she could arrange for
me to start work immediately.
Thus began my part-time work at that sushi restaurant.
The sushi restaurant was only two blocks from my house, located outside the shopping mall, in
a high-traffic area, so it was very popular.
Besides five full-time employees working over 30 hours a week, they also had
about ten part-time workers.
The South Korean woman who hired me was the owner, responsible for the front desk and ordering
.
She also had an older sister who managed the kitchen.
Not long after starting, I realized Tim's warning was true: these two South Korean sisters
were difficult to get along with; both had bad tempers and would often inexplicably find fault with their employees over trivial matters,
especially the owner, who became very energetic and demanding of her staff, working quickly herself and
being extremely strict with them.
As a newcomer, I was still learning many things and made mistakes, which led to several scoldings.
At that time, I worked four days a week, which was quite a long time, so I had a lot of contact with them
.
Although I was new, I'm a steady and meticulous person, and I learn things quite quickly. So, after
getting through the first month or so and gradually becoming familiar with the job, I met their requirements,
and things became easier. When we weren't busy, we would chat, and I slowly learned about
them : the younger sister, who was the store manager, was fifty years old that year. She came to this country more than ten years ago, married
a foreigner, had a child, and divorced two years ago. Now her ten-year-old child lives with her. The older sister was fifty-three at the time,
never married, and a so-called "old maid." She came here a few years ago to live with her sister, and now
the three of them live together.
Knowing this, it's not hard to understand why they are sometimes so irritable. Menopausal women
, without men to satisfy their needs, have unreleased pent-up desires
; how could they not be irritable? Of the two sisters, the older sister is rather unattractive; she's really not appealing.
However, the shop manager's sister was quite well-maintained. She usually wore dark-colored clothes
like . Although she was always fully covered up,
her voluptuous figure could still be seen through the tight-fitting clothes. Her face didn't seem to be deliberately maintained, but her appearance
was acceptable for a woman her age. She didn't have many wrinkles, only faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.
Moreover, she always wore a little perfume to work. In the summer, the scent of the perfume, combined with her mature womanly
fragrance, often made me hard just by smelling it.
I've always been interested in women much older than me. Among the women I've dated before,
the oldest was a mature woman around fifty years old.
So at that time, I became quite interested in this fifty-year-old woman. After working in the shop for a few months,
I and these two sisters had become friends. I often offered to help them with extra tasks
, such as taking her son to buy video games or helping assemble furniture and appliances when they bought them for their home
.
They were clearly happy to accept my help as a young man, and from then on, they treated me with kindness and politeness not only in the store but also...
She had helped me a lot, and would occasionally give me extra pay.
About four or five months after I started working at the shop, the older woman told me that the
sushi restaurant had actually been funded by her ex-husband, a foreigner. Although they were divorced,
a portion of her earnings over the past two years still went to him. She had saved some money
and planned to sell the shop to him and open another shop in another district. She asked if I
could help her. I was touched that she was even discussing something like this with me, so I readily agreed
, saying I would come as soon as her shop opened.
The older woman told me she had found a location and was preparing to start renovations, but she couldn't understand some of the documents
and asked me to help her.
I was studying commercial law at the time and was very familiar with these matters, so I happily
explained some clauses from the real estate agent and lawyer's documents to her. This, of course, earned her continuous thanks.
For the next period of time, whenever I had free time, I followed the older woman back and forth
between real estate agents, lawyers, renovation companies, suppliers, and other related entities, playing a crucial role in her opening of the shop.
The older woman was grateful, often treating me to coffee or meals, and our relationship grew
increasingly close.
Whenever we went out on business, I would drive, and she would sit in the passenger seat next to me
. The weather was getting a bit chilly, and she liked to wear a knitted wool sweater. Sometimes, with
the windows closed, the mature, womanly scent mixed with perfume emanating from her would always make me subtly aroused.
Thinking about it, the older woman hadn't been with a man for years; she must be craving men, right?
Sometimes I really wanted to stop the car, pounce on her, and have my way with her.
But considering her fiery personality and the potential consequences, I didn't dare to act rashly. I could only
fantasize about her as her when I had sex with my girlfriend at home, and then have a good time with her.
Fortunately, hard work pays off, and opportunity always favors the prepared.
The incident happened when the renovation of the new shop was almost complete. The older woman told me that she wanted the kitchen
painted , but hiring someone was too expensive, and she wanted to do it herself.
Hearing that it was a small job, only a day or two, I confidently assured her I could handle it, mentioning that I often
helped friends with painting (which was true).
So, one weekend, I took her to a building materials supermarket, bought paint and some tools, and then went to her
shop. The two of us started painting the walls, working
all around 9 pm. The older woman said she was very grateful and should treat me to dinner
.
I said, "You're well, come on. Besides, where are we going to eat so late? We still have plenty of
bread Bread will do." So, the two of us
ate bread and soda in the still-unfinished kitchen.
At that moment, I noticed a trace of powder on the older woman's face, so I smiled and pointed it out to her. She laughed and said
she must look ugly anyway, and would wash it off when she got home. I quickly replied
, "You're not ugly at all! You look very pretty to me!" Then I tore off a clean tissue, dampened it slightly, and gently
wiped her cheek.
This action must have surprised the older woman; she stared at me blankly, with an incredulous expression
.
Since we had been talking almost non-stop during this time, I knew that the older woman
hadn't had a man in her life since her divorce. Plus, we had spent the whole day together at the shop, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant. I suddenly
mustered my courage, leaned in, and gently kissed her lips, saying, "I like
you."
This action clearly shocked the older woman, leaving her momentarily speechless. Seeing her
lack of resistance, before she could recover, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. At that moment, I smelled
a faint, strange odor—a mixture of hormones and saliva, the distinctive taste of an older woman's mouth. This smell was an excellent aphrodisiac for me, someone who favored mature women, instantly igniting
my desire . I then reached for her belt. Finally, the older woman snapped out of her shock, grabbing my hand and turning her head away, letting my tongue leave her mouth. She cried out, "No, I'm too cute for you, don't do that please!" This was the crucial moment. Success meant possessing this sexy older woman, while letting go now meant failure! I might never be able to face her again. Since things had come to this point, I couldn't care less. Relying on the skills I'd honed , I mustered my courage, forcefully unbuttoned her pants, pulled the zipper down a bit, and quickly slipped my hand inside her panties, forcefully digging my fingers into her vagina while continuing to say in simple, understandable English: "I like you, I like you somuch, you are not to your data, you are so presenty inm." "Yes." The old woman trembled slightly as I touched her vulva, and her grip on my hand loosened considerably. Seeing this as a rare opportunity, I quickly used the techniques I had employed on other old women, skillfully touching and probing her vulva with my fingers while vigorously rubbing her breasts through her clothes with my other hand . After a while, the old woman began to pant, and her eyes closed. Although her body was still twisting, it was no longer a form of resistance. I had laid a plastic sheet on the floor that afternoon to prevent the plaster from soiling the floor, and now the plastic sheet was covered in plaster, but I didn't care. I kicked the plastic sheet away, helped the old woman sit on the floor, and leaned forward to press her down. At this moment, the old woman's body suddenly tensed up, pushing forward as if in a final act of resistance , not wanting me to push her down. But she couldn't resist my brute strength. I held her waist with one hand, continued to tease her overflowing, , and pressed my shoulder down on hers. After a while, she finally cried out, "Ouch!"

With a soft sound, as if surrendering and giving up, she lay down.
At that moment, I quickly unzipped my pants, then pulled down the old woman's trousers and underwear.
Good heavens, the scent of her old cunt was intense, and the front of her underwear was soaked through.
I pressed my rock-hard penis between her legs, feeling
the heat emanating from her cunt. Then, I thrust forward, plunging my penis into this foreign, aged cunt.
At first, the old woman didn't move, only moaning softly.
After several thrusts, I felt her cunt was still quite good. Perhaps because she hadn't
been fucked by a man for several years, I could feel the tightness of her cunt as my penis slowly opened up at the beginning
.
Unfortunately, after a few thrusts, the lack of elasticity in the old woman's vagina became apparent. The
tightness feeling of looseness. Fortunately, my glans could still feel a
burning sensation inside, because the old woman's vagina was very wet, enveloping my penis like a hot water bottle
.
The old woman gradually began to react to my thrusts, her hips starting to wiggle, and she let out
comfortable moans.
I took a deep breath and continued thrusting, whispering in her ear, "It's so sweet
, you're a wonderful full woman."
The old woman turned her head to the side, seemingly embarrassed to hear.
I thrust quickly a few dozen more times, and by this time, the old woman's vagina was completely unobstructed, full of
fluid. I pulled out my penis, rolled over, and lay down on the ground. The old woman seemed reluctant to give up this pleasure, climbing on
top of , guiding my penis to her vaginal opening, and then sitting down.
I thrust upwards for a while, and to be honest, it was really uncomfortable to fuck like this while lying on the hard floor. I
gritted my teeth and persevered for a while, but my lower back started to ache. I decided to change positions quickly. I patted the old woman's
soft buttocks, and she reluctantly lifted her buttocks off me. I pointed to the ground and made a
gesture of supporting myself with my hands. The old woman obeyed me and knelt on the plastic sheet with her hands and feet on her back. I moved
behind her buttocks, held my penis, and aimed my lower body at her vaginal opening, thrusting my penis in from below. Then
I pulled one of her arms back with one hand, turning her body to one side, and then thrust my buttocks back and forth
, fucking her hard. With my other hand, I kept grabbing the flesh on her buttocks. The flesh on the old woman's buttocks had lost its elasticity
and felt soft and loose to the touch.
The older woman's vagina wasn't very deep, so my penis could penetrate all the way in each time. Later, after each thrust,
I would press the head of my penis against her cervix and rub it against her by twisting my hips. This method not only gave my penis
tremendous stimulation, but it also seemed to be giving the older woman immense pleasure. Every time I rubbed the head of my penis, she
would let out muffled moans. I persisted like this for about ten times, and suddenly
a gush of hot vaginal fluid spurted from the older woman's uterus. She gasped for breath, and I knew she had orgasmed.
Although the older woman's loose vagina couldn't provide enough stimulation for my penis, fucking an older woman of such
a large age gap was more psychologically stimulating than physically stimulating. Moreover
, the tender flesh at the opening of her cervix holding my glans provided a real pleasure as I rubbed it. That tingling
sensation gradually spread from the head of my penis throughout my body, and I felt all the blood rushing towards my penis; I
was about to ejaculate.
I sped up my thrusts, yelling, "I'm coming, I'm coming
!"
Seeing the old woman with her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, panting, seemingly experiencing multiple orgasms without any other
indication, I felt relieved. I didn't know if she had gone through menopause, but she was definitely going through it; it
would be amazing if she could still get pregnant at that age.
After a few more thrusts, I buried my penis deep inside her vagina, the head pressing firmly
against her cervix, and ejaculated freely.
Afterwards, we were both panting. I didn't immediately pull out, but kept
it inside, gently kissing her lips. She didn't respond, just letting me
kiss her.
Only after my penis completely softened did I pull out. A mixture of semen and vaginal fluid flowed from
her vagina, running down her gray labia majora.
I pulled out some tissues from the tissue box next to me and handed them to the older woman. She took them somewhat blankly and
wiped the semen and vaginal fluid from her vaginal opening.
I also wiped the fluid off my penis, then put on my pants. The older woman asked me, "Why?" Of course, I said
things that women like to hear, and the older woman didn't say anything more.
Then I drove the older woman home, kissed her cheek when she got out of the car, and told her I would come back tomorrow to
finish what I hadn't done.
When I got home, I felt completely exhausted. After showering, I went to bed. I was worried that
if my girlfriend wanted to, I might not be able to "do my homework" that night, but luckily she was on her period and didn't bother me.
The next day, when I saw the older woman again at the shop, neither of us said anything, but the way she looked at me
was a little strange.
After lunchtime, when there weren't many customers in the shop, I found an opportunity to gently pull the older woman
's hand.
The old woman looked up and glanced around to make sure no one was around. She glared at me, said nothing,
and turned back to her work.
I saw a hint of shyness and a smile in her eyes, knowing I'd succeeded yesterday.
I boldly reached quickly to her buttocks and pinched it through her pants. The old woman jumped
, gesturing nervously. I knew she was afraid her older sister or someone else would see, so I smiled,
sniffed her nose, and her face flushed red, probably remembering yesterday
.
The sushi restaurant closed at 6 PM. After work, knowing the old woman had to go home to cook for her son
, I texted her, saying I'd wait for her at the new shop at 9 PM, then go home for dinner and a shower. I
told my girlfriend I had to finish an assignment at school and drove to the new
shop. I parked at the back door, took the key the old woman had given me to make things easier for me, and went
inside.
Around 9:10 PM, I finally saw the older woman's car turn into the alley behind the shop.
Once she was inside, I embraced her and kissed her passionately. She abandoned her inhibitions and responded enthusiastically.
The shop wasn't exactly a good place for sex, so I had her get into my car and drove to a
love —a place I used to frequent with other women, affordable and convenient.
I got out first, checked into a room at the front desk, and then we went in one after the other, spending
two passionate hours there.
A few months later, my girlfriend's uncle and his family came from China for a self-guided tour. I
took a month off from work with the older woman and we took them on a trip around the country.
After returning home, my girlfriend immediately wanted to go back to China with her uncle and his family for a month, which was a godsend
for .
That afternoon, after seeing my girlfriend and her uncle and his family off at the airport, I called the older woman and told her I was free now
.
The older woman laughed and said, "So what?" I told her I wanted to spend the whole night with her. If she could manage her time
, I'd find a motel (I was sharing an apartment with a friend at the time,
and although my girlfriend wasn't there, I certainly wouldn't dare take the older woman there) to wait for her.
The older woman thought for a moment and agreed, but said she needed to get her son to bed first, so she probably wouldn't be able to come over until after ten
o'clock.
I happily said no problem.
I found a motel in the city, sent her the name and address via text message, and checked
the time— was still before five o'clock, but I was incredibly tired, so I lay down on the bed and had a good nap.
Around ten o'clock, the phone rang and woke me up. The older woman said she had already left and would be there soon.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, and saw that the older woman's car was already parked in the parking space in front of the door.
I opened the door, let the older woman in, closed the door, and then drew the floor-length curtain behind the door.
I hugged the older woman's full, warm body, and seemed to feel her tense breathing
.
Ignoring everything else, I kissed her mature, beautiful lips, painted with light-colored lipstick, savoring the unique sandalwood scent of
her breath .
She responded passionately, our tongues intertwining, saliva mingling in our mouths
.
The passionate kiss ignited a fire of desire within us both. My
hands kneaded her large breasts forcefully through her thick sweater.
Not to be outdone, she unbuckled my belt, pulled out my penis, and began to stroke it vigorously.
We kissed as we slowly moved towards the bed. Once there, I lifted the older
woman , and with a scream, I laid her on the bed and pressed my body against hers. Her
mouth, which had just cried out, was silenced by my kiss. She immediately closed her eyes, lost in my passionate kiss once more. While kissing her
, I quickly unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down to her underwear. The older
woman wiggled her hips, cooperating with my movements, and soon I had her lower body completely naked.
I placed my hand on her vulva and felt around a few times. Goodness, her warm, wet juices had already
soaked . It was quite remarkable that a woman in her fifties could still produce so much fluid.
At this point, we both couldn't hold back any longer. I positioned my penis at the entrance of her vagina and, without a word
, thrust it into her, following her overflowing juices. The old woman, who hadn't been fucked by my cock for over a month , let out two soft
"oohs," turned her head to the side, and weakly pushed me away with her hands. I thrust my hips hard, grabbed her hands, spread them, and pressed them against the bed. I leaned forward , licking her slightly wrinkled neck with my tongue. The old woman moaned softly, then turned her head back to meet my lips . I sucked on her tongue as I thrust forcefully. Her brow was furrowed, and despite the cold weather, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. After hundreds of forceful thrusts, my cock was now freely roaming inside her juicy vagina , the head of my penis slamming against the tender flesh at the end of her vagina. The old woman shook her head, breaking free from my deep kiss, panting heavily, and muttering something I couldn't understand . "What did you say?" I pressed my hand on the old woman's sweater-clad stomach, reaching up to knead her large breasts clad in a bra, my thrusting speed undiminished as I asked her, panting heavily. "I'm...dying...oh...oh...I'm...dying..." the old woman switched to expressing her pleasure in English. "Oh really?" I laughed, "Do you like that?" "Yes...oh yes!...I like you...ahhh..." At that moment, I clearly felt a surge of heat gushing from the old woman's cervix, accompanied by her violent spasms and body trembling; she had orgasmed. "That's so good!" I buried my penis deep into the old woman's vagina, which was in the throes of orgasm, enjoying the cleansing and the undulating contractions of her vaginal walls during her climax. A tingling sensation kept assaulting my mind. I let out a low growl, no longer able to hold back, and thrust my penis forward again , my buttocks twitching as I ejaculated all the thick semen I had accumulated over the past few days onto the old woman's warm cervix . After ejaculating, I panted, collapsing weakly onto the old woman's limp body, my penis still inside her vagina. The old woman was also breathing heavily, her hands tightly wrapped around my body, her two bare thighs gripping , as if she desperately wanted my penis to stay inside her vagina a little longer. I gently kissed the wrinkles on the old woman's neck, savoring the mature and beautiful scent of this foreign woman who was more than twenty years older than me. After a long while, the old woman finally released her grip on my hands and thighs, allowing my now soft and shrunken penis to slide out of her vagina. We embraced and kissed on the bed, both anticipating more exciting things to come in this long night that belonged only to the two of us … “Do you want to take a show?”

The old woman asked me in my arms.
I nodded. She stood up, and
some of . She blushed and glanced at me shyly.
I smiled and pulled out a few tissues from the side, handing them to her. She took them, wiped her vulva a few times,
then pulled up her shirt and walked naked into the bathroom.
I followed her into the bathroom. The motel room didn't have a bathtub,
only a small shower room with a showerhead and hot and cold water.
The old woman turned on the shower, letting the cold water flow first, then tested the water temperature with her hand, turned back and nodded to me,
saying the water was ready.
I quickly took off my clothes and threw them far away on the sofa in the room.
Turning around, I saw the old woman with her back to me, her long hair pulled back with her hands, tied in a hairpin and
clipped up , her black sweater still on.
Looking at her voluptuous back and bare, exposed buttocks, I couldn't help but feel aroused. I embraced the older woman from behind
and gently kissed her earlobe, saying, "Let me, my love."
The older woman blushed deeply. I pulled up her shirt, and she obediently raised her hands high,
revealing two tufts of grayish-black armpit hair. They weren't very thick, but they exuded a unique and alluring scent characteristic of older women.
I didn't remove her shirt yet, letting her hands remain raised, and I brought my nose close to her armpits,
inhaling deeply.
The older woman gasped, abruptly lowering her hands, laughing, "Don't...no...not
there!"
Seeing her strong reaction, I could only smile and give up. I let her raise her hands again, took off her sweater
, then turned her body around, supporting the lower edge of her large breasts with one hand, and
unhooking .
"You're so beautiful..."
I whispered in the old woman's ear, my hand on her breast, my index finger kneading her nipple
.
The old woman hummed softly
, her eyes immediately closing.
I lowered my head, my mouth nibbling on one of her dark nipples, my tongue sucking hard, my other hand
constantly rubbing her large breasts, reigniting her slightly subsided desire.
"Let's...go...shower first..."
the old woman bit her lip, struggling to speak.
Clearly, she longed to finish her shower quickly, go to bed with me, and once again enjoy
the pleasure of my cock thrusting into her.
I smiled slightly, released the old woman, went into the shower, let the water from the showerhead wash over me, then,
holding my large cock in one hand, I smiled at the old woman and said, "Can you help?"
How could the old woman refuse my request at this point? Her face flushed, and she chuckled and scolded me, "Bad
boy..."
She then followed me into the shower, knelt before me, and, ignoring the water splashing on her hair and body, cupped my penis
in one hand and took it into her mouth.
I shuddered, letting out a soft "oh..."
and closed my eyes to enjoy the oral sex from this woman, an older woman my mother's generation.
The older woman was no stranger to oral sex; her movements were very skillful, and her stimulation of the sensitive spots on my penis
was spot-on, probably because she used to do it often for her foreign ex-husband.
"Biggerthen Jerry's?"
I teased her; Jerry was her ex-husband's name.
The older woman rolled her eyes at me, didn't speak, but her infatuated expression clearly gave me the answer I wanted.
Looking at the older woman holding my penis, her face flushed with desire, and recalling her
decisive , an impatient
desire to pin her down and fuck her hard burned in my chest.
We helped each other wash up briefly, then grabbed large towels to dry ourselves off
. I took the older woman back to bed.
This time, I lay down first, letting the older woman sit on me, letting her aim her vagina at my penis and penetrate
me, then letting her do as she pleased.
The older woman displayed incredible wildness, her vagina swaying back and forth as she worked my penis, twisting her ample waist
as if it were about to break. I then let her try various positions, including doggy style, sitting, and standing,
tossing her around for over two hours until she was exhausted and begged for mercy. Only then did I
ejaculate my second load of the night inside her.
That night, we slept naked in each other's arms. This was the first time in over a year that I
had slept with a woman other than my girlfriend.
The next day, I woke up just as dawn was breaking. The old woman was still asleep. I gazed quietly at her in my arms
: her face still held the satisfied expression of her orgasm, but the signs of aging between her brows were undeniable.
Her skin , was not only yellowish but had long lost its luster, especially below her neck, where the signs of aging were most evident.
Fortunately, her breasts were still full, though somewhat sagging, they still looked like two water bags, still alluring
.
I couldn't resist lowering my head, and in the early morning light, I once again took her dark nipple into my mouth, gently nibbling at it.
This woke the old woman. She opened her eyes, saw me, smiled, and said,
"You still don't know?"
I didn't answer. While continuing to enjoy her breasts, I reached for her still-wet vulva
. The old woman also reached out and stroked my limp penis. After a while, I got hard again, and
our desire reignited. I spread the old woman's thighs, grabbed her ankles, and lifted them high, making her
slightly swollen vulva protrude. My penis pushed open her grayish-brown labia and plunged all the way in...
After finishing this morning's sex, I checked the time and it was only a little before seven. The old woman said she had to go back to cook for her son.
Her sister shouldn't be up yet, and she didn't want her to find out she hadn't come home last night.
I smiled and nodded, watching the old woman quickly pick up her bra from the ground and put it around her chest. I went over
and helped her fasten the back clasp. The old woman gave me a charming look, then picked up her sweater and pants and put them on.
I hugged her, and we kissed passionately for a while. She gently pushed me away and said she had to leave.
Reluctantly, I let go of her hand and asked when she could come again. The older woman thought for a moment and said she was too tired
to walk and would ask me to meet her again in a couple of days.
I told her my girlfriend was only going back for a month, and she smiled and said it was fine, there was plenty of time.
Before leaving, the older woman took out two hundred yuan from her bag, saying it was for the hotel room. I firmly refused, saying she
knew I worked hard to earn money and that she should pay for it.
However, seeing my firm attitude, she took the money back, but said she would pay for it from now on.
From then on, the older woman became my older casual sex partner. During the month my girlfriend went back to China, we had more than ten
overnight stays in hotels.
However, with my girlfriend's return, our rendezvous had to be reduced. Occasionally, when the mood struck,
we would drive to the countryside for some car sex.
To be honest, the older woman's figure looked quite alluring when she was clothed, but she looked old when she was naked.
The flesh on her buttocks felt loose to the touch, and her breasts sagged without the support of a bra. Fortunately, this older woman
was very wild in bed; the saying "fifty-year-olds can suck the dirt" was no exaggeration.
Even after I graduated and found a stable job, and resigned from her shop, it didn't change
our relationship.
Over the years, I've had several girlfriends come and go, but this older woman
from another country , has consistently brought me immense pleasure with her voluptuous body.
(The End)

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