My wife was away on a business trip, so I hooked up with a busty girl.

My wife went on a business trip. She left on Wednesday to Zhuhai. After finishing her work, she'll spend two days relaxing and then return to Beijing on Sunday. It's been a long time since she's been on a business trip. She hasn't been on one since our child started junior high, and now that our child is in university, she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to go on a trip. Since she had the chance, she went. On
Friday noon, I had nothing to do, so I chatted with my casual sex partner, a busty girl, again. I asked her what she was doing, and she took a long time to reply. She said she was working. I said, "You're working again?" She said she was working at McDonald's, her early shift ending at 3 PM. She said, "Come see me!" I asked, "Why would I want to?" She said, "Anything is fine, treat me to dinner, see a movie, anything." I asked a question, she answered, and those few words took over an hour.
Around 2 PM, she texted again, asking what I was doing. I said, "I miss you." She said I was being inappropriate. I said, "I'll come see you later." She said, "You really want to come? I thought you were kidding me." I told her if she wasn't in a rush to get home after work, I'd come find her. She said it was nothing and she could go home later. I said I'd come over then and asked her to send me her location. The busty girl didn't respond for a while, then finally sent her her location, saying she was at work and would get off at 3 PM.
I looked at the location—a McDonald's in the south of the city.
Meeting the busty girl was simple; we went straight to the point. Since she asked me to come over, it meant we could hook up. I left work early, then rode a shared bike home in less than ten minutes. I put down my backpack, grabbed two condoms, and casually picked up a set of sexy lingerie from home. Then I went to the parking garage to get my car and headed south. We always have sexy lingerie at home, stored at the very back of the closet. It's something my husband and I always keep on hand when we go out or when we're at home, to create a romantic atmosphere.
The road conditions were alright, and there wasn't much traffic heading out of the city. I quickly arrived near the McDonald's that the busty girl had mentioned. After waiting in the car for a while, she called, saying, "I'm off work, but I haven't seen you. Where have you been? Are you here yet?" I said I was in the parking lot. She said she had just finished work and would come to the parking lot to find me later.
I spent some time browsing the internet on my phone in the car, scrolling through 69 (a Chinese social networking site), and then she came over and asked where I was going. I said, "You find a place." She said, "Anywhere is fine," and then scrolled through her phone and said, "Here." A budget hotel.
When we arrived, we booked a room for an hour. Once inside, I took off my clothes, and the busty girl and I went for a bath together
. She's in her late thirties now, and her breasts are sagging badly. Her two large breasts are like two big winter melons hanging from her body, already reaching her waist. She hadn't washed her hair and had covered it with a shower cap. While I was groping her body and taking advantage of her, I chatted with her, asking about her work. The busty girl said she didn't want to stay home all the time, so she came to work. She couldn't do much, so she started going to McDonald's. It wasn't much money, but it was better than just spending money at home.
Inside the room, I unpacked the sexy lingerie. The busty girl picked it up, looked at it, and said, "I didn't expect you, you old hag, to buy this," laughing as she put it on. I asked if she wore it at home, and she said her fat husband had no sense of romance at all. If he did, he wouldn't be out looking for men. The lingerie was a crotchless bodysuit; you could see the cleavage from her large breasts in the front, and her back was exposed.
She looked in the mirror and said it was alright, then went back to bed and started sucking my penis. Her body was encased in the tight lingerie, and her figure looked much better than when she showered.
The big-breasted girl was giving me oral sex. I touched her thighs, buttocks, waist, and breasts while chatting with her, asking how long it had been since she'd had sex with her husband. While sucking my penis, she said he had no sense of pleasure whatsoever, that when he wanted to, he'd come over, touch her breasts, kiss them a few times, and then try to penetrate her. She said, "Grandma, I'm not even wet yet, and he just puts it in. Sometimes it even hurts," and that she was increasingly disliking having sex with him.
After a while of oral sex, I licked her for a bit; she was already very wet. After a few strokes, she wanted me to penetrate her. I handed her a condom. I lay on the bed, and she tore it open, sucked on it for a while, and then skillfully put it on me. She wanted to lie down, and I said, "You can be on top." She said she didn't like being on top, that it hurt her back, but she still knelt down, holding onto my penis.
Slowly, she squatted down to the bottom, letting out a soft moan. She squeezed me a little, then used her hands to support my body and began to move, squatting up and down, moaning softly.
The big-breasted girl squatted for a while, moaning, then asked to get down. I said let's do it a little longer, but she said her back hurt from being pulled. We changed positions; she lay down, and I lifted her legs, kneeling on the bed and moving back and forth. As soon as she lay down, her breasts naturally parted, swaying under her arms. I had her use her hands to push her breasts up to her chest. The neckline of her lingerie had a deep cleavage, and the two large mounds of flesh swayed in front of her chest with my movements.
The big-breasted girl screamed loudly as I fucked her. I said she was too loud; the neighbors would hear. She said, "We're having an affair, let them hear if they want," and continued screaming "Ah...ah..." with each thrust.
We changed positions. The big-breasted girl was kneeling on the bed with her buttocks sticking out, and I was fucking her from behind. She let me touch her breasts, and I touched them while fucking her through her sexy lingerie. She wasn't satisfied, so she took off the strap of her lingerie around her neck, and her breasts fell out. She let me touch her nipples while fucking her, and she screamed as I did so.
She lay on her side, and I straddled one of her legs, holding the other leg as I thrust. Her large breasts, exposed outside her lingerie, swayed on the bed in front of her chest. Every time I fucked her, her breasts moved twice; every time I fucked her, her breasts moved. The big-breasted girl continued to scream.
We changed positions several times, and the big-breasted girl had already orgasmed. She was very wet, and there were splashing sounds. The condom was also covered in white fluid. In another position, the big-breasted girl asked me to take off the condom and ejaculate inside her. I said, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" The big-breasted girl said that her period was due in a couple of days, and that it felt good to ejaculate inside her.
I took off the condom and pinned her down, holding her fleshy body and thrusting hard. She hugged me, pressing her mouth to my ear and screaming, "Ahhh!" As she screamed, her vagina contracted and squeezed me, making me unable to take it anymore, and I ejaculated. When I ejaculated, she hugged me tightly, her vagina squeezing my penis forcefully upwards, roaring from her throat. After
I finished, she slowly relaxed, holding me and panting heavily. I asked if it was good, and she said it was okay. She squatted on the bed, wiped herself with a tissue, then wiped me, checked her phone, it was past five o'clock, and asked if I was in a hurry to go back. The big-breasted girl said no. She asked me if I was in a hurry, and I said no. She said then stay a little longer before leaving. She took off her sexy lingerie, wiped her opening with her clothes, and then threw it into the trash can next to the bed. I said, "Aren't you afraid people will know if you leave it here?" The big-breasted girl said, "So what if they know? I've seen everything when we were doing it in the hotel, vibrators and dildos."
The busty girl, despite being a college graduate, had never really worked properly. She'd worked in a call center, as a company receptionist, in e-commerce customer service, at a hotel reception, as a cashier at an internet cafe, and even as a gas station attendant. During the pandemic, she even did some manual labor, but never for very long. When she ran out of money or got bored, she'd find a job to do for a while—a few months or a little longer, rarely exceeding a year.
We lay in bed for a while, her hand touching my penis, which was in a semi-erect state. She then started giving me oral sex. I said she hadn't had enough, and she said she wanted to do it again. After giving me oral sex for a short while, she laughed. She said I was too old, that one time wasn't enough. She looked at her watch; it was almost 6:30. She picked up her bra, put it on her shoulders, and started getting dressed. I asked if we wanted to do it again, and she said next time she'd find a younger one who gets hard quickly.
Just as we were getting dressed, the room phone rang. The busty girl answered it, said she was done and getting dressed, and then hung up. I said, "How can you talk like that?" The busty girl, while putting on her pants, said, "Nobody's stupid. People who book hourly rooms in broad daylight are either looking for prostitutes or having affairs."
The busty girl wanted grilled fish; she said she'd been thinking about it for days, just waiting for me to come and treat her. I asked how she knew it was me, and she said anyone would do. She said, "You've had your fun, why don't you treat me to something nice?" We left the hotel and went to eat at a nearby shopping mall.
When we were almost finished eating, her phone rang. She said it was her husband, and she answered. After a few words, she said she was having dinner with colleagues and would take a taxi home later, showing no patience whatsoever. I told her he was in a hurry, but she said he wasn't. He said he'd gotten home from work and was just checking to see if I was back. She then offered to drive me home later. I asked if it was appropriate for me to drive her. She said, "You drive for Didi."
I joined the sea of taillights heading out of the city, and it took me half an hour to get her home after ten kilometers.

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