Women in their 30s are more attractive

After graduating from university, I was assigned to a large state-owned enterprise. In the strictly managed and
closed work environment, I drifted through two years, following
the usual path of being introduced to someone, dating, getting married, and having children, like any ordinary man. My sex life was also uneventful. That spring, we started a new project. One morning, as I entered the office, the director introduced us to a new colleague—Jing.

Jing was about thirty-three or thirty-four years old, about 1.66 meters tall, with fair skin, and her hair and clothes were meticulously styled. She was the kind of woman who immediately caught your eye; you couldn't help but look at her a few times.

Everyone went up to shake hands and exchange pleasantries with her. Jing was somewhat reserved in her interactions with everyone, but I felt she was a bit cold, so I didn't go up to greet her. Later, I overheard my colleagues gossiping behind her back and learned that Jing's husband was the son of a high-ranking military officer, and he was often chauffeured to and from work; no wonder he had a somewhat condescending air about him.

As the project progressed, we gradually had more contact. Her desk was diagonally opposite mine, and I later noticed that she sometimes seemed to glance at me unintentionally. At that time, my understanding of women was still superficial; I was still at the level of appreciating young girls. I had never been in contact with a mature woman like Jing, but whenever I saw her tall, voluptuous figure moving in front of me, I always felt a strange sensation.

One morning on my way to work, we happened to meet at the entrance of the office building. After nodding to each other, she asked me, "Do you live in the company dormitory?"

I said, "Yes."

She said, "That's very convenient for you to get to work!"

I said, "Mainly, it's convenient to go home after work."

She laughed.

When we went upstairs, she walked ahead of me, perhaps intentionally so that she would go first. As we went up the stairs, my eyes were completely drawn to her full, round buttocks.

Jing was a typical mature woman; her buttocks were large, round, and perky, and they jiggled slightly when she walked, which was very alluring. At that moment, her round, full buttocks were so close, swaying incessantly before my eyes as she climbed the stairs. My heart raced, my mouth went dry, and I longed to caress those two hemispherical mounds within reach. A woman's buttocks were so beautiful, so capable of arousing my desire—it was the first time I'd ever felt this way. From that moment on, Jing's place in my heart changed drastically.

A few days later, we went to participate in a voluntary tree planting activity. People from different units were assigned specific areas, and our task was to level the ground for the nursery.

Jing bent down in front of me, leveling the ground, less than a meter away. The weather was already quite warm, and she was wearing only thin trousers that day, the fabric so clear that the outline of her protruding buttocks was very distinct, clearly revealing the narrow thong she was wearing underneath. The edges of the thongs were embedded in the flesh of her buttocks, creating two grooves between the two hemispheres—both beautiful and amusing.
My immediate impulse was to rush up, hug her plump buttocks, and kiss them deeply. I really wanted to see what her bare buttocks looked like.

One early summer day, we went to a client's place to discuss some business. We went there on our own. After the meeting, the client was very hospitable and insisted on giving us a ride. Because the car was small and there were many people, five of us ended up crammed into the small sedan. The director naturally sat in the front, and the four of us squeezed into the back seat.

For some reason, Jing saw that I was sitting on the left, so she went around and got in from the left side as well, sitting next to me. When she squeezed in next to me, I felt my heart pounding.　

The weather wasn't hot, but I felt like I was already sweating. After she got in the car, she didn't say anything to me, just smiled and leaned against me as if unintentionally. Her shoulders were beautiful, rounded and full, exceptionally soft, and the comfort they gave me made it hard to suppress my excitement.

With the bumps of the car, our arms often touched. Her skin was white, smooth, and shiny, like rubbing against silk. I finally couldn't resist any longer. Taking advantage of the car's swaying, I pressed myself closer to her. She seemed oblivious, not flinching at all, and even pulled down her collar, revealing half of her breast—only visible from my perspective, of course.

Just as my mind was wandering, the car braked suddenly, and we lurched forward. Her hand grabbed mine, and I instinctively gripped hers in return.

The car started moving again, and I couldn't bear to let go, nor did she pull away. Her hand was so soft, seemingly boneless, and felt wonderful to hold. I stole a glance at her; her eyes were fixed on the scenery outside the window, as if her hand didn't belong to her. But when I pressed closer, she squeezed mine back, indicating she understood.

And so, I held her hand tightly, never letting go, our arms pressed together, flesh to flesh. When we got off the car, she squeezed my hand tightly once more, then walked away without looking back. I felt a bittersweet mix of sweetness and an unprecedented sense of loss.

For the next two or three days, work was plentiful, and everyone was busy. I couldn't find a chance to talk to her alone. She remained calm, acting as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with others. She would only glance at me meaningfully when no one was looking.　
Each time, my heart would pound, and my face would even burn.

I laughed at myself, thinking, "Why am I acting like a high school student in my first love?" But watching Jing's full breasts, rounded shoulders, and pert, round, big buttocks walking back and forth in front of me, my heart was filled with desire, and my penis would suddenly become erect, forcing me to quickly sit down or turn away.
Finally, on the fourth day, I ran into her in the hallway while going to the restroom. I knew she spent her lunch break in the office every day, and now, in the summer, her lunch break was two hours long. I faced her, staring straight at her, my heart pounding. She looked at me quietly, without saying a word.

My mouth was dry and my voice was hoarse. I hurriedly said, "Can you come to my house at noon?"
She seemed a little hesitant. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Which building do you live in?" "

I hurriedly gave her the address.

Just then, a figure appeared in the hallway, walking towards the office without saying a word.

When I returned to my office, she wasn't there; I didn't see her until the end of the workday. I was frantic, unable to do anything, and slipped away before leaving work. Back home, I hastily ate a couple of bites and began my anxious wait. It was a agonizing time. I listened intently to any sounds in the hallway, rushing to the door at the slightest noise, waiting minute by minute.

Finally, I heard footsteps in the hallway. I knew it was her, because her footsteps were heavy when she went upstairs; people had even joked about it. There was a soft knock at the door, a hint of hesitation　
. I quickly opened the door, and there she was, her face flushed, panting, standing there. She seemed nervous and shy. I quickly invited her in. We stood in the living room, unsure what to do.

I said, 'Let me get you some water!'" She

nodded.

When I brought the water, she was looking at the photos on the cabinet. I put the water down, unable to contain my passion, and placed my hand on her rounded shoulder. She didn't flinch or turn around. She exuded a faint fragrance, and her hair was still slightly damp. My heart pounded. I lowered my head and gently kissed her neck. When my lips touched her smooth skin, my heart was completely intoxicated. Her breathing quickened, and she leaned against me.　
I turned her around, and after a brief glance, we embraced tightly.

I can't remember how we started kissing; I only remember my mind was a mess. I felt her lips were moist and soft, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. Her waist and back were full and incredibly comfortable to the touch. I had never been kissed like that by a woman before. Holding her soft body, my penis was rock hard, pressing against her lower abdomen, causing a slight ache in my own. She was also excited, panting as she whispered in my ear, "Let's sit down, I can't stand anymore."

We sat down on the sofa, still kissing. My hand reached under her clothes, wanting to touch the breasts I had longed for. She was wearing a thin bra, and I felt that soft flesh through the fabric.

She kissed me and said, "Come on, let me unbutton it." With that, she deftly unbuttoned her clothes and bra, and pulled them down. Her pair of snow-white breasts were presented before my eyes. She thrust them towards me and said, "Here, touch them!"

Her breasts weren't the large type, but because she was full-figured, the base of her breasts was large, round, and very beautiful. The nipples were small, like cherries, and strangely, not dark at all, but pink. The areolas were also small, quite lovely.

I greedily touched and kissed them, constantly sucking and licking the nipples, while one hand fiercely grabbed and caressed the other breast. Jing was also very excited; her face was flushed, and she let out moans. One hand grabbed my erect penis through my pants and kept squeezing it.

My whole body felt like it was on fire; all I wanted to do was desperately kiss her, squeeze her, and caress her. But she was so soft, it was like she had no bones. I understood what it meant to be limp and boneless. Besides moaning, she kept returning my

kisses and said in a trembling voice, "I want to lie down." We walked towards the bedroom, arm in arm. After I drew the curtains, I quickly stripped off my clothes and stood there, erect, watching Jing undress. She carefully draped her clothes on the chair, then shamelessly unzipped her pants and draped them back down.

Her legs were very white and full, clad in a small pink thong. When she took off her panties, her entire body was revealed before my eyes.

Jing's skin was very white and smooth, with a plump bottom and a very full waist and abdomen. Every part of her body had rounded curves. Her mons pubis was very full, and sparse pubic hair could not cover her bulging vulva. Her two thighs were quite thick, and there was no gap between her legs when she stood there. Her knees were round, her calves were very well-proportioned, and her feet were also very delicate. In short, her body was very much like a noblewoman in a classical European painting.

I stood there admiring her, and the look in my eyes was definitely that I wanted to devour her whole. # At this moment, she said to me with a little shyness, "After giving birth, my belly is a little loose." After saying that, she lay on the bed, spread her legs, and looked at me: "Come on, climb on top of me."

At that moment, my eyes were burning with desire, and my body was trembling with excitement. I hurriedly climbed on top of her and pressed down on her snow-white and plump flesh. Oh, it was so soft. My limbs were touching warm and smooth flesh, and the feeling was a bit like floating on clouds.
I kissed her nipples, shoulders, neck, and lips. She closed her eyes, moaning comfortably, her cries like those of a female animal in heat: "Oh...oh..." Her eyes were glazed, she called my name as if weeping and panting, her hands constantly caressing my back and chest.

My penis was rock hard, and somehow the head of my penis slipped into her wet, warm vagina. I felt like my penis was entering a hot, moist swamp—so soft, so slippery, so spacious, with absolutely no resistance. I stirred wildly inside her. The scene was so stimulating; I had never imagined a woman would act like this during sex. Coupled with my initial nervousness, it felt like a dream, and I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. I was stunned, both annoyed and ashamed.

She seemed unaware that I had ejaculated, continuing to moan and writhe. When she realized I wasn't moving,
she nodded sheepishly.

She laughed, hugged my head, and kissed me: "Oh, you're so fast."

I said shyly, "What should I do? You haven't had your fill yet."

She hugged me tighter: "It's okay, I had a few good moments just now, and I came too.
Yours is really thick, bigger than my husband's."

My mood relaxed a lot, so I hugged her and started stroking her. Since the passion and tension had passed, I could calmly observe and enjoy everything about this mature woman.

Jing's skin was fair, every part of her body was plump and rounded, and her skin felt soft and smooth. She told me that her sister had taken a shower before leaving work, which explained why I hadn't seen her. Her shoulders were beautiful, and there was no
male hair under her arms. I asked her if she had shaved it, and she said it was natural. I then noticed that her body hair was very fine, and her pubic hair was also sparse, barely covering her full mons pubis. Her vagina was pink and very tender, not like a woman who had given birth.

I fondled her full buttocks and said, "Your body is so soft, lying on it feels like lying on a cotton ball."

She smiled, "You're just like my husband."

She told me that her husband was ten years older than her and kept a close eye on her, afraid that she would have an affair or run away. "Actually, I've never had such thoughts, but after seeing you, especially seeing the way you look at me, my heart fluttered. I don't know why, but I just wanted you to kiss me and hold me." She whispered in my ear.

"What kind of look do I have?" I asked with a smile.

"She looked like she wanted to devour me, and she made no attempt to hide it." She kissed me. "Your kiss made
me realize that Jing is very good at embracing and lying down with people. She's pressed tightly against you, every inch of her skin is in close contact with yours, her body is incredibly soft, like being wrapped in a ball of cotton, making it hard to part with her.

Her lower abdomen is very plump, her thighs are slightly thick, and when they're together there's no gap at all, you can't even see her vagina, her fullness forms a Y shape. Touching this plump body, it's warm, soft, and smooth, the feel is wonderful.

Her fingers are long and slender, her hands are very white and soft. She grabbed my penis and played with it, saying:　
'How come yours is so big? It was so thick just now!'" "

As she spoke, she stuck out her tongue and licked my nipple, her soft hands rubbing my penis up and down. I felt like an electric current was passing through me, my whole body tingling and itchy. I then realized that a man's nipples are also an erogenous zone, and very sensitive at that.

Under her caresses, my penis immediately became hard, standing there proudly. She looked at me and smiled: "Still young, already capable again so quickly." She lifted herself up, lowered her head and kissed my penis, then straddled me, using her hands to guide my penis down. I felt my penis suddenly enveloped by a soft, smooth mass of flesh. It turned out her vagina was already wet. Later I discovered that her vagina was always wet; she said that she would get wet as soon as I touched her, and even a hug would make her wet." After she swallowed my penis whole, she started moving up and down a couple of times. I put my hands on her waist, and it felt incredibly good. Suddenly, she lay on top of me, her vagina beginning to thrust and squeeze my glans, faster and faster. Her hips arched back and forth, her vagina contracting and thrusting rhythmically and skillfully, with great power. Her moans grew louder, and later, her frequency increased,
like someone doing heavy labor, panting heavily and making "woo-woo" sounds.

I was both amazed and excited. I had never experienced such wonderful intercourse, nor had I ever seen a woman so wild in bed. I was even a little scared at the time. Her face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, and she was sweating. Her two large, white breasts swayed incessantly in front of me. I never imagined that a woman who was usually quite reserved could be so wanton and unrestrained. The stimulation and surprise were indescribable.

Her vagina was like a mouth, constantly swallowing and caressing my penis. Later, I learned that she was also very skilled at oral sex. I realized that a woman could "fuck" a man like that, and make him feel so good.

Suddenly, her vagina contracted, and I clearly felt a warm sensation on the head of my penis. She hugged me tightly, gripping my penis tightly. I felt a tingling sensation, a dizzying feeling, and I gripped her plump buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting my penis upwards with force, ejaculating. This time, we both reached orgasm simultaneously.
After the orgasm, she lay on top of me without moving, and I felt weak in all four limbs, with no feeling below my knees. This was a pleasure and enjoyment I had never experienced before. We fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms...

When we both woke up, it was already time for work in the afternoon, so we got up and quickly washed up. While she was getting dressed, I kept touching her breasts, and she let me touch them until she buttoned her clothes just before leaving. We hugged and kissed goodbye tightly. Her lips were soft, and her kissing was skillful, making my penis hard again…

The next day around noon, I was washing the dishes after lunch when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, Jing was standing outside. I was both surprised and delighted. We had met briefly at work that morning, but she hadn't said anything, and then I went to discuss work matters. I didn't expect her to come all this way.

She rushed into my arms, panting, and said, “After going home yesterday, we couldn't stop thinking about each other. I just couldn't stand not seeing you today. I couldn't stay in the office any longer, so I came here.”

I kissed her, “I couldn't be happier.” As I spoke, my hand had already slipped inside her clothes, unhooked her bra, and begun to assault her plump, soft breasts.

Once in the bedroom, we were naked together in no time. I held her full, soft body, my hands constantly kneading her plump, white buttocks, and I lowered my head to suckle her nipples. She tilted her head back and began to moan.

I laid her down on the bed, and without much effort, my bulging, veiny penis slid into her already soaking wet vagina. Her vagina, having given birth, wasn't particularly tight, but it was incredibly comfortable—loose and slippery, offering no resistance whatsoever. I could thrust and churn freely, do as I pleased, it was incredibly pleasurable.

Having experienced yesterday, I wasn't surprised by her moans; they were simply incredibly stimulating. Combined with her fleshy, cotton-like body, it felt like being immersed in a sea of lust. I thrust hard, my pubic area colliding with her full mons pubis, making a "slap, slap, slap" sound. She was so wet, the penetration made a "squeaking" sound like bare feet stepping into mud, and combined with her moans, the stimulation was indescribable. As a result, I ejaculated prematurely again.

This time, she was more experienced; she shifted her body down, wiped my penis, and began to give me oral sex.

This was the first time I'd ever experienced oral sex from a woman. She took my penis in her mouth, using one hand to assist, stroking it slowly at first, then faster. She was very skilled; her tongue was amazing, swirling and licking, focusing on the glans, almost taking it all the way in each time. Her soft hand followed, stroking up and down with just the right amount of pressure, making me feel like a feather was gently caressing my heart. After a few strokes, she seemed to be ready, and impatiently straddled me, positioning my penis against her vagina. With a thrust of her hips, my large penis was already inside her. Then, she began to thrust and squeeze...

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