Mature female supervisor

After my half-hearted encounter with Tina, seeing her again felt strange.

From her demeanor and what happened afterward, I knew she didn't blame me or particularly dislike what had happened, but I still felt a sense of unease. Tina and I worked in the same hotel restaurant. She was 32 years old, with a 32B-26-34 figure, but importantly, she was my supervisor. Our biggest fear was being discovered, since we worked in the same department, and if someone found out, we were doomed.

On the surface, we acted as usual, sometimes eating and chatting together, but I no longer dared to make any inappropriate jokes with her, and my behavior became very proper—probably because I felt guilty, haha.

After a while, I was transferred to the customer service department, so my contact with Tina gradually decreased; I might call her when I was bored.

Last winter, it suddenly started snowing heavily as I was leaving work, and the snow kept getting heavier. Suddenly, I walked to the vicinity of Tina's restaurant and called her. A moment later, I saw her running out in her uniform, shivering and shivering from the cold. I quickly invited her into the car. The car was warm, and Tina was comfortably reclining in the passenger seat, looking very relaxed.

I asked her if she wanted to have lunch with me, but she said she wasn't in a hurry, and that she'd just play cards at home anyway, which was boring.

Still feeling guilty and afraid that some nosy colleagues would see us, I drove a short distance, turned around at an intersection, and parked in a parking space at a nearby shopping mall, chatting idly.

I suggested sitting in the back seat, jokingly saying that it would feel less formal, and Tina agreed. So I opened the car door and got in from the back, but she didn't get out. Instead, she climbed from the front seat to the back, probably also afraid of being seen.

Tina's slender body was surprisingly agile in the car, moving over easily, but the gear shift tripped her, causing her to lose her balance slightly. Luckily, I caught her in front, but after she sat down, I pulled her into my arms.

We suddenly embraced like that, and for a few minutes neither of us spoke, only feeling our hearts pounding. Logically, our relationship had already begun to change, and this intimate contact should have been natural, but at that moment, it still felt strangely ambiguous.

"I missed you..." I broke the silence, burying my face in Tina's neck and mumbling.

Tina still didn't speak, only giving a soft "hmm" with her eyes closed.

My hands began to wander, slipping under the hem of Tina's clothes. Underneath Tina's coat was a sweater, and under the sweater was thermal underwear. My hands tirelessly broke through layer by layer, finally touching Tina's body.

Tina shuddered, "Cold..." "

It'll warm up in a bit, hehe," I grinned shamelessly.

Tina gave me a reproachful look, nervously glancing around.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, quickly covering the stationary car, layer upon layer, seemingly trying to bury it. All the windows on all sides were completely obscured by snow, the light gradually dimming, and the car interior instantly resembled a hidden underground nest, its atmosphere ambiguous and hazy because of our presence.

My warmed hands began to roam freely, pushing aside her bra and wantonly flicking at Tina's two dark brown nipples, which began to harden.

Tina's breathing suddenly became rapid, her eyes closed and brows furrowed, it was unclear whether she was enjoying the process or enduring my insolence.

My hands moved down to her stomach, continuing to caress her… My pants were tight, temporarily restricting my movements.

I unbuttoned Tina's pants; she didn't hesitate or object, still keeping her eyes closed and brows furrowed.

After unbuttoning her clothes, everything immediately felt relaxed, even Tina's body seemed to ease. My hand gently slipped between her legs, savoring the sensation with my fingertips.

Tina's pubic hair was sparse, scattered along her inner thighs, her skin smooth and delicate. Her vulva was already moist, secretions seeping out and spreading around her labia, making everything my fingers touched feel slippery, like it had been coated with soap.

My fingers slid between her labia, pressing on her clitoris, and I began to recall the AV scenes I had watched, trying to sound as professional as possible. I thought that letting Tina enjoy herself a little longer might deepen her attachment to me.

The effect was remarkable; Tina's body slowly stiffened, began to tremble slightly, turned around, and tightly embraced my upper body, unable to suppress her moans.

I lowered my head and kissed Tina's forehead. Suddenly, Tina tilted her head back, her slightly parted lips meeting mine.

I could feel that Tina had finally found an outlet. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her warm, wet tongue quickly plunging into my mouth, frantically searching and swirling. I stuck out my own tongue, and immediately our tongues intertwined, like two ferocious beasts locked in a life-or-death struggle.

My fingers continued to stroke and thrust beneath Tina's skin; perhaps because of her secretions, there was a burning sensation, but the speed increased, producing a "gurgling" sound.
"I can't take it anymore..." After what seemed like an eternity, Tina suddenly cried out loudly, startling me. I felt her body tense up instantly, one foot bracing against the back of the front seat, the other against the side door. With a thud, she broke free, trembling rhythmically.

"I...I can't...I can't take it anymore..." Tina murmured groggily. I knew she had climaxed.

After a while, Tina's body relaxed, and she slumped weakly onto my lap. I hugged her tightly.

"Are you there yet?" I asked knowingly.

"You jerk!" Tina looked at me shyly, sat up, and straightened her clothes.

"What about me?"

"What's wrong with you?" Tina rolled her eyes at me.

"Look!" I pointed to the bulge between my legs: "It hurts."

"Serves you right!" Tina glanced at me, ignoring me: "Who told you to be so naughty?"

I reluctantly took Tina's hand and placed it between my legs, but she gently squeezed it and quickly withdrew her hand.

I originally wanted Tina to give me oral sex, but considering I didn't know if she liked it, I didn't dare to force her. Also, because I wasn't prepared, I was afraid there would be some smell.

I pretended to be crying, looking pitifully at Sister Tina. She ignored me, straightened her clothes, and sat up straight. After letting out a long sigh, she casually rolled down the car window a crack.

The cool air rushed in, making me feel much more awake.

But my lower body was still swollen and uncomfortable.

I sighed, "It hurts..."

"Come on, let me rub it for you." Sister Tina turned around with a mischievous smile, placing her hand on my penis and rubbing it a few times through my pants. For a moment, she looked like a naughty little girl.

"How am I going to go to work later..." I pretended to cry, feigning distress.

"That's not my problem, you're the one who's naughty." Sister Tina was somewhat smug, as if punishing me, then pushed me, "Alright, alright, let's go, it's time."

"Sigh..." I angrily opened the car door and moved to the driver's seat.

Soon, we stopped in front of Sister Li's workplace. Looking at Sister Tina about to get out of the car, I felt a little reluctant to leave.

Tina seemed to be in the same boat as me, not in a hurry to get out of the car. She glanced at the falling snowflakes outside the window and seemed to mutter to herself, "It's getting heavier, it'll be hard to get home from work." Hearing this

, I immediately perked up: "I'll give you a ride home."

"Are you alright?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Okay then, call me when you get off work." Tina smiled at me, becoming exceptionally charming: "I'm off then."

Okay, I nodded and waved to Tina.

The whole afternoon, I was completely distracted at work.

When I had free time, I would repeatedly imagine our next meeting, like a director or a screenwriter, planning how Tina and I would develop our relationship and what actions we would take to achieve my shameless goal.

My penis seemed to be constantly throbbing all afternoon.

Finally, it was time to leave work. Sitting in the car, I called Tina.

I had to wait a while; Tina said she was settling her bill and told me to wait for her at the spot where I parked at noon, she would come to find me soon.

I drove towards the shopping mall, looking at the gloomy streets, and felt truly grateful for the opportunity.

After waiting a while, I felt someone open my car door. Turning around, I saw Sister Tina, radiating a chill, slip inside.

I started the engine, shifted gears, and drove out of the parking lot, heading towards Sister Tina's house in the familiar direction.

On the way, I deliberately asked Sister Tina if she was going to pick up the child. I thought that if she didn't go and went straight home, it meant she was intentionally giving me a chance; if she did, then it was over.

Sure enough, Sister Tina said that her grandfather had already picked up the child and taken her home. Because of the bad weather, they weren't going to make any more trips, and her grandfather would take the child directly to kindergarten tomorrow. Heh, the meaning was clear: Sister Tina was home alone today, and I could finally do whatever I wanted.

At this time of day, there weren't as many cars on the road as there are now, except for some congestion in some busy areas; otherwise, it was relatively normal.

Actually, Sister Tina's house was nearby, very close and easy to walk from our hotel, about a 10-minute drive.

I hesitated for a moment at the entrance of Tina's apartment complex, then suggested we find a place to eat. I was still unsure whether to go upstairs with her or leave, since Tina hadn't explicitly asked me to come to her place. It was a small issue, but still awkward. Eating first would be better. Tina agreed

, saying she'd treat me since I'd driven her home. Of course, I insisted.

There was a small but clean restaurant near her complex. We ordered a few dishes and some wine, and ate warmly and quickly. Tina said I couldn't drive after drinking and invited me upstairs. We both knew what was about to happen, but everything needs a reason; it seemed more natural and less blatant, a kind of attempt to cover up the truth.

Looking back, that was actually the first time I'd ever been inside Tina's home. I'd been here before, helping to deliver things, but I'd always just dropped her off at the elevator and left without ever coming in.

Tina's house wasn't big; it was one of those old buildings with a somewhat haphazard layout—a small living room and two bedrooms. The larger one served as the living room, the smaller one as the bedroom.

The heating was on very well, making the house warm and cozy. I took off my coat and sat down on the sofa in the living room. Tina busied herself making tea and bringing me water.

I told her not to bother, to sit down and talk, but she still made the tea and brought it to me, then sat down next to me.

Looking at Tina so close, I hesitated, wondering if I should take things a step further and become more intimate with her. Even though we'd been through a lot, I still hesitated at crucial moments, afraid of giving Tina a bad impression. Perhaps it's my personality; I don't want anything to be forced, preferring things to happen naturally. Of course, except for the first time—that was when I simply couldn't resist.

We started chatting, mostly about work. Sometimes I joked with Tina, and the atmosphere became more relaxed amidst the laughter. Before I knew it, I reached out and pulled her closer, and she nestled into my arms, and we started kissing.

This kiss was slow and lingering; we were both savoring each other's presence, and our emotions gradually warmed.

During a brief respite, I quietly suggested we go to the bedroom, and then led her to the small room.

Inside was a double bed. I reached the bedside and, with a little effort, pressed Tina down onto it, reaching out to caress her body, eventually venturing over her breasts.

Tina's breathing became heavy, and with each press of my hands on her breasts, she let out soft, suppressed moans.

After a while, feeling the urge had reached its peak, I slowly began to remove Tina's clothes. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't had a chance to clean myself up since we entered the room.

Because I felt my penis might have a smell, and if Tina smelled it, it would be very disappointing and would completely ruin her impression of me. That wouldn't do.

There was no way around it; what needed to be done had to be done. I apologetically whispered that I was going to the bathroom.

"Hurry up~" Tina's face flushed, seemingly embarrassed by her words. Actually, I knew it was something she said unconsciously.

I smiled apologetically and quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom. I couldn't shower, so I just took my penis out and splashed water on the sink. Although it was a little cold, I still washed it carefully and even used some soap.

When I came back, I saw that Tina hadn't gotten up; she was still lying lazily on the bed, but her shoes were off, and her legs were curled up.

I leaned over, covering Tina's small body, our lips searching and sticking together, my hands reaching inside to caress her body.

Tina shifted restlessly again, and as she shifted, I lifted her sweater, revealing her upper body.

Beneath layers of clothing, her body was dazzlingly white. Tina's 32B breasts weren't very large, and they were even less noticeable when flat against her body. The only prominent feature was her large nipples, erect like two dark red grapes.

Without thinking twice, I took one into my mouth and sucked hard, while gently pinching the other with my fingers.

"Oh..." Tina's body trembled, and she made a sound.

I gently bit her with my teeth and licked her with my tongue... Tina's restless body became even more agitated, and her moans grew increasingly intense.

After licking her nipples for a while, I slowly moved downwards, my lips pecking at her abdomen. My hands unbuttoned her pants, and Tina lifted her buttocks to cooperate, slowly pulling them down.

The sparse pubic hair between her legs, not very dark overall, appeared somewhat glistening against her fair skin. Up close, it looked a little messy, winding and radiating outwards.

My lips pressed against hers, savoring the texture of her skin beneath the pubic hair, lingering briefly before exploring downwards.

"No… I haven't washed!" Tina whispered anxiously, her hand pushing my head away.

I didn't care, seemingly indifferent, stubbornly continuing to kiss her.

It seemed Tina was a very clean woman; there was no suffocating smell there, just a strange, warm, moist scent—neither a natural fragrance nor a musky odor. Suddenly, Li's thighs tightened, a slight attempt to pull away.

"No, it smells a bit!" Tina pushed me away again.

"No, it doesn't smell." I tried to forcefully pry open Tina's thighs.

After a while, Tina stopped resisting and opened them weakly. I used my hands to support her spread legs and brought my tongue to her.

For the first time, I looked closely at Tina's genitals. They were clean and slightly damp. Her labia seemed to be starting to stir, full and plump, a light brown with a hint of red, the color not too dark, making them look so tempting. I eagerly covered her with my tongue, licking and scraping. Tina was caught off guard, her buttocks reflexively thrusting upwards, almost hitting my nose.

I simply lifted Tina's legs and spread them open, parting her labia, my face almost buried in her genitals, sucking wildly from shallow to deep.

Tina couldn't take it anymore, unable to suppress the urge to moan but desperately trying to control herself. I could hear her making "hmm, hmm" sounds with her mouth closed. Her body struggled restlessly, weakly pushing my head away with her hands.

"Does it feel good...?" I asked Tina mischievously.

"Bastard... bastard... ah..." Tina replied.

Tina's genitals were becoming increasingly wet, the secreted fluids mixing with my saliva, emitting a scent that excited me. My mouth and nose were almost covered in liquid.

"I... can't take it... anymore... bastard..." Tina murmured incoherently, "Ah... bastard..."

"Do you like it?" I asked Tina, stealing a moment from my busy schedule.

Tina seemed unable to answer me; her disheveled hair obscured her face, and she could only moan intermittently, her body arching upwards with force, as if fighting against her instincts.

I continued sucking and licking, rubbing my chin against Tina's slick, semen-covered genitals and swollen, engorged clitoris. She was almost in tears, one hand roughly kneading my hair, her teeth clenching her other hand, a low growl escaping her throat.

Feeling the time was right, I lifted myself up, covering Tina's trembling, contorted body. With a slight guidance, my already throbbing penis slid in effortlessly.

"Ah..." My actions seemed to surprise Tina, or perhaps she had been anticipating it and finally had her wish fulfilled. Her head arched back, the veins in her neck bulging.

Perhaps because she had given birth, Tina's vagina wasn't as tight, but it was warm and passionate. After a few forceful thrusts, I couldn't control myself any longer.

Perhaps it was all too driving me crazy. After all, the woman writhing beneath me was both familiar and strange. In Tina's house, on the bed where she and her husband had once been intimate, a once gentle mother and virtuous wife was having an affair with me.

I couldn't control my body anymore. I knew that if I moved any further, I would release all the passion that had just begun. I couldn't move anymore; I didn't want it to end so quickly.

To be honest, my sexual skills mainly came from watching porn, but my body structure couldn't be replicated. I was just an ordinary person. My sex life with my girlfriend was usually harmonious. If we didn't have sex for a long time, I would sometimes lose control and finish quickly. But most of the time it was okay; I wouldn't say I performed exceptionally well, but I could last for a while. However, this time was really different. The feeling I got from Tina was too intense, both physically and psychologically.

I was afraid, afraid that this outcome would disappoint Tina.

I stopped thrusting, trying to distract myself and think about other things. But outwardly, I had to maintain the passion and not let Tina notice. Tina seemed to be struggling with impatience, her remaining rationality preventing her from saying anything; her body simply trembled restlessly.

I held Tina's arms firmly with both hands, and she suddenly looked helpless, slightly raising her head to search for something with her lips. I leaned in and we kissed passionately, our tongues entwining and colliding, thirsty and ardent.

After a while, feeling that I had reached my limit, I started thrusting again, this time not as wildly, but slowly, yet deeper. Tina began to open her eyes, her mouth slightly parted, her brows furrowed as she gazed at me in a daze, her body heaving with each thrust, rhythmically emitting "Oh...oh..." sounds. I gazed at Tina, asking with concern, "Is it...comfortable?" She nodded hesitantly. Encouraged, I gained more confidence and unconsciously increased the frequency. Tina stared blankly at me, her hazy eyes a mixture of desire and confusion.

After a while, feeling that I could no longer hold on, I pulled out and changed positions.

Tina cooperated readily. A slight touch to one side of her body caused her to naturally twist and lie face down on the bed, her buttocks sticking out. Despite her slender frame, Tina's buttocks were remarkably full. Later, when we were intimate, I loved kneading her buttocks. Tina said it was strange; it seemed all her flesh was concentrated in her buttocks. She didn't dare wear tight pants, saying they made her buttocks look even bigger. But I liked it.

Tina lay prone on the bed, her narrow upper body seemingly unable to support itself and slumping, while her large, plump buttocks, supported by me, were raised high, spread wide, revealing her dark anus in full bloom. I held my penis and rubbed it back and forth against Tina's sticky vulva a few times before thrusting in, arching my back forcefully. Her two large, fleshy buttocks swayed before my eyes.

"Bastard… I can't take it anymore…" Tina slumped even further, only repeating these words intermittently. I didn't want to stop, I just thrust rhythmically and forcefully, pausing briefly when I felt I was about to ejaculate before continuing. Even with these intermittent thrusts, I managed to keep going for quite a while. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated before I could even pull out. Those last few thrusts seemed a bit too forceful, as they caused Tina's entire body to lie flat on the bed. No longer suspended in the air, at the moment of ejaculation, my penis pressed firmly against her soft buttocks, feeling my erect penis pierce her vagina like a sharp sword, as if trying to pierce her slender body in that instant.

All desire and passion vanished without a trace with that moment of release, and my body, finally relieved, became weak and powerless, as if I had fallen from heaven to earth, my heart pounding.

Afterwards, I lay on Tina's back, panting heavily, and suddenly laughed for no reason. Tina remained motionless for a while, as if regulating her breathing and calming herself down. After a while, Tina finally nudged herself and grumbled that I was too heavy, haha.

I rolled over and lay on my side. Tina rolled over too, her chest still heaving. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly: "Ugh, you've leaked inside me again!"

"I couldn't hold back," I said apologetically. Tina quickly got out of bed, not even bothering to find slippers, and ran barefoot out into the bathroom. She didn't come back for a while, jumped onto the bed, pulled the covers over herself, and wrapped herself up. I was feeling a bit cold, so I quickly snuggled in and hugged Tina from behind. She curled up in my arms like a tired kitten after playing.

I asked Tina uncertainly if she felt good. She buried her head in my chest and just nodded, saying I was a little rascal who always teased her. I laughed and asked if she liked being teased like that. She nodded and said she had never felt like that before.

We just hugged and chatted like that. Tina kept calling me a rascal, and I just chuckled.

For a long time afterward, we would always find time to be together. Perhaps because Tina was a bit reserved, I was the one who took the initiative to ask her out most of the time, and she would leave the child with her in-laws or her own parents.

Tina doesn't seem to be very open about sex. Even after we became more familiar, she still couldn't moan loudly and freely, always letting out suppressed soft moans. A few times, this even made me lose confidence, wondering if I wasn't satisfying her. But when I sincerely asked her, she always praised me, saying I was doing well. I don't know if it was because she was afraid of hurting me or something else. Whatever, as long as I felt comfortable, that was enough. Sometimes, when things were going well, I would suddenly blurt out a vulgar word or two and try to get Tina to say it too, but she didn't seem very willing to cooperate. It wasn't that she disliked it, but she always couldn't bring herself to say it at the crucial moment. Since that was the case, I didn't force her. However, when I used very direct and explicit language to spice things up, Tina seemed to enjoy it, just responding with slightly louder voices. Better than nothing, I suppose. After all, Tina is still a traditional woman at heart, and it's a bit difficult for her to suddenly accept these things.

Tina's oral skills were really lacking. We often used the 69 position for foreplay, but Tina always made me uncomfortable; her teeth would constantly scratch my penis. I was too embarrassed to say anything, and sometimes I couldn't help but offer some guidance, but after a while, it would happen again. Eventually, I gave up, feeling somewhat bored.

This kind of relationship lasted for about two years. Later, Tina's husband returned from abroad, and the opportunities became less frequent. I also got a little tired of it, and we gradually stopped seeing each other. But we would still call each other occasionally, and sometimes she would proactively wish me a happy birthday and buy me gifts. It was a simple but warm relationship, and it continues to this day.

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