Women in their 30s are more attractive

Women in their 30s are more attractive
After graduating from university, I was assigned to a large state-owned enterprise. In the strict management and closed work environment, I spent two years in a daze, following the familiar 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 is about thirty-three or thirty-four years old, about 1.66 meters tall, with fair skin, and her hair and clothes are very particular and carefully styled. She is the kind of woman who is very eye-catching, and when you see her, you can't help but take a few glances at her.
Everyone came up to shake hands and exchange pleasantries with her. Jing greeted everyone with a bit of reserve, but I felt she was a little cold, so I didn't go up to greet her. Later, I overheard my colleagues in the office talking behind my back and learned that Jing's husband was the son of a high-ranking military officer, and he was often picked up and dropped off by car to and from get off work. No wonder he had a somewhat condescending attitude.
As the project progressed, we gradually came into contact more often. 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 very 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 and voluptuous figure moving in front of me, I would always have a strange feeling in my heart.
One morning on my way to work, we happened to run into each other 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 must be very convenient for you to get to work!"
I said, "It's mainly for convenience when I get home after get off work."
She laughed.
She walked ahead of me as we went upstairs, perhaps intentionally so. As we climbed the stairs, my eyes were completely drawn to her full, round buttocks.
Jing was a typical mature woman, with a large, round, and pert bottom that swayed slightly as she walked, making her very alluring. At that moment, those round, full buttocks were so close, swaying incessantly before my eyes as we climbed the stairs. My heart raced, my mouth went dry, and I longed to touch those two semi-circular mounds of flesh within reach. A woman's buttocks were so beautiful, so capable of arousing my desire—it was the first time I had ever felt this way. From then 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 divided into sections, and our task was to level the ground for the nursery.
Jing bent over on the ground in front of me, less than a meter away. It was already quite warm that day, and she was wearing only a thin pair of pants. The fabric was so thin that her protruding buttocks were clearly visible, revealing a narrow pair of briefs underneath. The edges of the briefs were embedded in the flesh of her buttocks, creating two grooves between her two hemispheres—both beautiful and amusing. My immediate impulse was to rush over, grab her plump buttocks, and give them a good kiss. 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. Actually, 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 that feeling of comfort made it hard for me to suppress my excitement.
As the car bumped along, our arms often touched. Her skin was fair, smooth, and shiny, like rubbing against silk. I finally couldn't resist and, taking advantage of the car's swaying, I pressed myself against her more forcefully. She seemed oblivious, not flinching at all, and even pulled down her collar, revealing a small part of her breast—which, of course, could only be seen from my perspective.
Just as I was getting distracted and lost in thought, the car braked suddenly, and we were thrown forward. Her hand grabbed mine, and I took her hand in return.
The car started moving again, and I really couldn't bear to let go, nor did she try to pull away. Her hand was very soft, seemingly boneless, and it felt wonderful to hold. I stole a glance at her, and saw that she was staring out the window, as if her hand didn't belong to her. But when I squeezed harder, she squeezed me back, indicating that she understood what I meant.
And so, I held her hand tightly, never letting go, our arms pressed close together, flesh to flesh. When we got off the bus, she squeezed my hand once more, then walked away without looking back. I felt a mix of sweetness and an unprecedented sense of loss.
For the next two or three days, everyone was busy with work, and I couldn't find a chance to talk to her alone. She remained calm and acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with others. She would only give me a meaningful look when no one was looking. Whenever this happened, my heart would pound and my face would even burn.
I laughed at myself inwardly, thinking, "How can I be like a high school student in the throes of first love?" But as I watched Jing's full breasts, rounded shoulders, and pert, round, and big buttocks walking back and forth in front of me, my heart was filled with desire, and my little brother would suddenly stand up, forcing me to quickly sit down or turn around.
Finally, on the fourth day, I ran into her in the hallway while I was using the restroom. I knew she spent her lunch break in the office every day, and since it was summer and the break was only two hours long, I met her. I stared straight at her, my heart pounding. She looked at me quietly too, 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, "What building do you live in?" I quickly gave her the address.
Just then, a figure appeared in the corridor, and she walked toward the office without commenting.
When I got back to the office, she wasn't there. I didn't see her again until the end of the workday. I was extremely anxious and couldn't do anything. Before I even left work, I made an excuse and slipped away.
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 she always walked up the stairs with heavy footsteps, which had been the subject of jokes. There was a soft, hesitant knock at the door. I quickly opened it and saw her standing there, her face flushed and breathless. She seemed nervous and shy. I hurriedly 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, her hair was still slightly damp, and 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 ended up kissing; I only remember my mind being a mess. I felt her lips were moist and soft, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. Her waist and back were full and felt incredibly good to the touch. I had never been kissed like that by a woman before. Holding her soft body, my penis was uncontrollably 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 on the sofa, kissing as we went. I reached my hand under her clothes, wanting to touch the breasts I had longed for. She was wearing a thin bra, and I touched that soft flesh through the thin fabric.
She kissed me and said, "Come on, let me undo it." With that, she deftly unbuttoned her clothes and bra, then pulled them down. Her pair of snow-white breasts were revealed before my eyes. She held them out towards me and said, "Here, touch them!"
Her breasts weren't particularly large, but because she was a full-figured woman, the base of her breasts was quite large, round, and very attractive. Her nipples were small, like cherries, and strangely, they weren't dark at all, but rather pink. Her areolas were also small, making them quite beautiful.
I greedily touched and kissed her, sucking and licking her nipples incessantly, while one hand fiercely grabbed and caressed her 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 and limp, like she had no bones. I understood what it meant to be as soft as a boneless body. 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 unbuttoned her pants, took them off, and draped them back down.
Her legs were very white and full, and she was wearing a small pink thong. When she took off her thong, her entire body was revealed to me.
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 that of a noblewoman in a classical European painting.
I stood there admiring her, my eyes clearly showing a desire to devour her whole. Then, with a hint of shyness, she said to me, "My belly is a little loose after giving birth." After saying that, she lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and looked at me: "Come on, get on top of me."
My eyes were blazing with excitement, and my body trembled slightly. I quickly climbed on top of her and pressed myself against her snow-white, full body. Oh, how soft it was! My limbs touched warm, smooth flesh, and the sensation was like floating on clouds.
I kissed her nipples, shoulders, neck, and lips. She closed her eyes and moaned comfortably, like a female beast in heat, "Oh...oh..." Her eyes were glazed over, and she called my name as if crying and panting, her hands constantly caressing my back and chest.
My penis was rock hard, and somehow the head of my penis ended up inside her wet, warm vagina. It felt like my penis was plunged into a hot, muddy pool—so warm, so slippery, so spacious, with absolutely no resistance. I stirred wildly inside her. The scene was so stimulating; I 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, feeling both annoyed and ashamed.
She seemed unaware that I had ejaculated, continuing to moan and writhe, until she realized I was no longer moving.
I nodded sheepishly.
She laughed, hugged my head and kissed me: "Oh, you're so fast."
I said shamefully, "What should I do? You haven't had your fill yet." She hugged me tightly and said, "It's okay, I felt really good a few times just now, and I came once. Yours is really thick, bigger than my husband's."
My mood relaxed considerably, so I held her and began to caress her. Now that the passion and tension had subsided, I could calmly observe and enjoy everything about this mature woman.
Jing's skin was fair, and every part of her body was plump and rounded, soft and smooth to the touch. She told me that her sister had taken a shower before leaving get off work, which explained why I hadn't seen her. Her shoulders were beautiful, and surprisingly, she had no male hair under her arms. I asked her if she had shaved it, and she said it was natural. Only then did I notice that her body hair was very fine, and her pubic hair was sparse, barely covering her full mons pubis. Her vagina was pink and very tender, unlike that of a woman who had given birth.
I fondled her plump buttocks and said, "Your body is so soft; lying on you feels like lying on a cotton ball."
She smiled and said, "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 never had such thoughts, but after seeing you, especially when I saw the way you looked at me, my heart was moved. I don't know why, but I just wanted you to kiss me and hug me." She whispered in my ear.
"What kind of gaze do I have?" I asked with a smile.
Her fingers were long and slender, her hands 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, while her soft hands rubbed my penis up and down. I felt like an electric current was passing through me, my whole body tingling and itchy. Only then did I realize that a man's nipples are also erogenous zones, and very sensitive at that.
Under her caresses, my penis instantly became hard, standing erect and proud. She looked at me and smiled: "Still young, you're 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 downwards. 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 become wet whenever 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 really good. Suddenly, she lay on top of me, and her vagina began to thrust and squeeze my glans, faster and faster. Her waist arched and her vagina contracted and thrust rhythmically and skillfully, and very powerfully. Her moans grew louder, and later her frequency increased, and she was panting heavily, like someone doing hard labor, making "woo-woo" sounds.
I was both amazed and excited. I had never experienced such wonderful sex before, 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 were swaying 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 stroking my penis. Later I learned that she was also very skilled at oral sex. It turns out that a woman can "fuck" a man like this and make him feel so good.
Suddenly, her vagina contracted, and I felt a distinct warmth on the head of my penis. She hugged me tightly, gripping my penis tightly. I felt a tingling sensation and a dizzying rush to my head. I gripped her plump buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting my penis upwards with force, and ejaculated. This time, we both reached orgasm simultaneously.
After the climax, she lay motionless on top of me, and I felt weak all over, with no feeling below my knees. This was a pleasure and enjoyment I had never experienced before. We fell into a deep sleep, embracing each other…

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