Two months have passed since then.

Two months have passed, but I still remember it vividly. I'm a 32-year-old office worker with a steady girlfriend. My job often involves sending simple gifts to clients during holidays. That year, the gifts were gift boxes of preserved meats from Hsinchu, and I remember buying 230 boxes. It was during this haggling process that I met her.
She was 35 years old, 155 cm tall, and weighed 45 kg. She had a hairstyle like Stefanie Sun's, neither too long nor too short, very charming, suggesting she must have been quite attractive in her youth. She was from Hualien, divorced, and her children and family lived in her hometown of Hualien. She came to work on the west coast. She mentioned that she used to work as a junior employee in a private company and also as a cashier in a small shop, though I wasn't entirely sure. Her Taiwanese Mandarin had a slightly rustic accent.
We met through work; her job was quite normal and simple—a shop cashier. After we got to know each other, we chatted and discovered she lived near the Hsinchu Interchange, while I lived in Zhubei, which was quite close. So, she usually took the bus home from work; that bus went to Guandong Bridge. I don't know why, but I have a special fondness for her; I guess it's what they call a preference for mature women.
Although we know each other through work, and there might be opportunities to work together again in the future, since we buy gifts for clients during holidays, we have a pretty good relationship.
That day after work, on a whim, I called her. It was actually quite awkward, because I'd never asked a mature woman out for dinner before, so I was just trying my luck. She said she didn't get off work until 10 pm, and I went along with it, saying, "I also have to work overtime today, so I can pick you up on the way home." She didn't seem to mind, probably just embarrassed to bother me, so I said, "Don't mention it, I'm just going that way." Actually, I already had a feeling she wouldn't refuse. When
the time came, I called her and said, "I'm about to get off work, I'll be passing by your shop, wait for me there." After we arranged to meet, she was there, but she really was an ordinary person—light makeup, a simple suit, and very ordinary high heels—but we were still very easy to chat with!
Damn, time really flies. We were already at the alleyway to her house. But I still managed to stalk her a few times in the car because she was wearing black underwear. The thin suit vaguely revealed the outline of her black underwear, which made me even more certain that she was probably quite promiscuous in private. I gave her a ride twice more in the following days because I couldn't use working overtime every day as an excuse.
But then the opportunity came. She had a day off before the end of the month, and I, of course, was free. Salespeople have a lot of freedom, and I could drive the company car around. But since she wanted to sleep until the afternoon, I arranged to meet her at 6 pm. I said I would take her to some fun places to go because she hadn't really explored any places in the year she'd been in Hsinchu. Before leaving, I unceremoniously drank a bottle of "Man Niu" (a type of strong liquor), feeling like something was about to happen, haha!
When the time came, I went to pick her up. As I approached the alleyway, I saw a stylishly dressed woman with a similar hairstyle. As the car got closer, I realized it really was her. She was wearing a red tight-fitting t-shirt, a black mini leather skirt, black stockings, and high-heeled sandals. Those sandals really had a brothel vibe, with thin, high heels. No wonder she used to work at a brothel.
During dinner, I noticed her makeup was much heavier, giving her a glamorous look. She spoke with a slight Taiwanese accent, otherwise she'd be absolutely gorgeous—I really wanted to devour her! After dinner, I took her to Xinfeng Tiande Hall to see the Hsinchu night view. She seemed quite happy. On the mountain, I tried to make eye contact with her, and surprisingly, she actually looked back at me and said, "What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"
Seeing that there weren't many people around, I boldly took her hand and said a few sweet nothings, which she didn't seem to object to. Later, after holding hands briefly, because my hands were sweaty, she said, "You've gotten me wet." That was quite provocative, and I immediately said, "Really? Let me touch you." She laughed happily.
It was nine o'clock, time to take her to a TV-pub on Guangfu Road for a quick drink. Everything was still within the planned scope. The pub was quite empty; there were only two tables occupied, so I chose a corner table. At first, we sat facing each other, each drinking two Long Island Iced Teas (strong and smooth, the best drink to get a woman drunk). I noticed her face was flushed; she was probably getting drunk, and it was time to make my move.
I sat down next to her, both of us facing away from the customers and waiters. I placed my hand on her thigh; she didn't resist. I lifted her leather skirt, and although she resisted a little, she eventually gave in. Her red panties were visible through her black stockings, so I casually asked her, "Is your bra red too?" She nodded, her eyes hazy.
Damn, at this point I couldn't care less about the people behind us; the chatting customers were getting quite close. I said, "I want to see your underwear. Lift up your clothes so I can see." I half-commanded her, my hand already roaming over her inner thigh for a while. But she seemed to be getting more and more into it; her legs automatically opened, and she leaned against my shoulder.
Red underwear, it really was red underwear! I had completely lost all sense of morality. Wanting to see her nipples, I reached up and pulled up her red bra, her stockings down to her thighs, my fingers already wandering restlessly towards her wet, pubic area. One hand twirled her nipple, the other slid into her opening—literally, slid in, because she was already incredibly wet. The hot, wet sensation was indescribable; if my hand were a penis instead, you can imagine how pleasurable it would be!
Her front was completely exposed; of course, you couldn't see her back. I moved closer to her cheek and realized she wanted to kiss me. I already wanted to have her, so there was no need for hesitation. I lightly touched her lips. Because it was 11 pm, the shop seemed to be busier, but because of the repeated pleasure of my simultaneous thrusting, her breathing became irregular, and she gradually began to moan softly.
At that moment, all I wanted was penetration, but not wanting to be labeled as indecent, I told her, "I'll take you somewhere to rest." I paid the bill and left.
After leaving the pub, she was a little dizzy and unsteady on her feet, but I still helped her into the car. I headed straight for "Sweet Honey Motel" because it was cheap and safe, though a bit old. Once at the motel, I said, "Shall we take a shower together? A romantic shower together." She was more sober then, but what had to be done was still done! Haha!
This time I wasn't going to hold back; I definitely had to get her hands on me. I went straight for a French kiss. I figured she was a novice, so she probably didn't have any diseases. I wasn't thinking about any of that at the time; I just wanted to make her feel like she was in heaven. But I do have a little fetish: I like it when women wear pretty high heels during sex, and she happened to be wearing sexy high-heeled sandals. Damn!
We started with a 69 position, mutual sucking. She was definitely an amateur, fresh and odorless, though her sucking skills were so-so. But as I licked her pussy, I noticed she was twitching constantly. The most intense thing was when she yelled, "I want it! It's so good (Taiwanese)..."
She sat on me without a condom. While I was still looking at the condom on the bedside table, she slipped my penis into her very wet pussy. She kept writhing, like a volcanic eruption, writhing and writhing. Honestly, I was a little scared. Damn! It felt like I'd encountered a pervert; my penis felt like a tool for her to release her lust.
I started to fight back. She was so light, so I used the "train bento" position to pick her up and fuck her, making her face and neck veins bulge. She enjoyed it even more than I did. I felt so good, so wet, so hot, my penis enveloped by her hot scallop shell, constantly leaking scallop juice.
I came, inside her, not wanting to come outside at all, just inside her. So good! So good! So good!
On the way back, she was still half-drunk and half-conscious. I hoped she wouldn't cut ties with me like this. I asked her, "Are you going back to your hometown for the Lunar New Year?" She nodded.
Two days later, I tried to contact her. Her phone rang, but she didn't answer. I hung up, feeling bad about bothering her any further. I didn't go to her shop until the day I had to settle accounts with her at the company. I found she wasn't there. When I asked, I learned she had family matters to attend to and had gone home early for the Lunar New Year. I didn't dare ask too many questions, afraid her colleagues would notice something was amiss.
Now it's March, and she still hasn't returned to Hsinchu. I remembered she said she wanted to go back to her hometown to work so she could take care of her children. I think that's for the best. X-Chi, I wish you a safe and smooth journey in life ahead.

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