The scent of a mature woman

The Taste of a Mature Woman
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During that time, my girlfriend wasn't around. I worked during the day, and after work, I was quite free. I would usually spend time online. Back then, I didn't have any particularly formal purpose for going online. I would basically read the news first, then play some games. Most of the time, I would have QQ open, then enter a chat room, choose a name, and leave it there
. That's how I met her, online. My online name was "That Moment of Love," and hers was "Moon" (I have to keep her name a secret), 34 years old. Perhaps we shouldn't even be called online friends, because we only chatted for one night—all night long. Our subsequent communication was through text messages and phone calls. But that night we talked a lot—our views, our lives, so much. Because we were strangers, we talked very openly, which is probably one of the reasons why people generally enjoy online chatting. Confucius said, "Food and sex are human nature." Our inner desires and curiosity naturally led us to talk about sex. Later, we exchanged ideas about our favorite sex positions, how to easily reach orgasm, what it feels like, and our physical characteristics. It felt really great at the time. I was very curious, and my penis was hard the whole time. The head of my penis was soaking my underwear. While I was typing and feeling uncomfortable down there, Yue'er asked me, "Have you ever had sex online?" I got even more excited and said, "Of course I have." Actually, I had only read articles online and read some chat logs attached to those articles. She then said, "I'm all wet. Shall we try it?" At this point, if I backed down, would I still be a man? Besides, my penis wouldn't allow it. So we started going back and forth. Those who have had online sex know that it's usually the man who types much more, because men are always the ones who initiate. This seems to be true both in real life and online.
I opened some erotic novels I had saved on my computer, copied some text based on our progress, and then sent it to her in post-copied form. Surprisingly, it matched our rhythm quite well, saving me a lot of trouble. Most importantly, I had time to use one hand to soothe my penis. Her replies were just moans, "I'm wet," "I'm leaking," and a few short phrases. I knew her hands were probably too busy, but I was already enjoying it. It gave me a lot of fantasies, and more importantly, I knew she would be happy. Later, with my guidance, she was silent for a while, only sending simple monosyllabic words. After a while, she said she had orgasmed, and the cushion was soaked. I was truly satisfied, even though we hadn't
exchanged phone numbers yet. Her husband wasn't home, but we could both hear each other's voices. Her voice was languid, and I thought it was because of our past relationship, which aroused me greatly. We continued our lovemaking on the phone, and amidst her moans, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly intense. She also reached her second climax with my low growls.
Actually, our relationship developed later. Although we had already done it online, neither of us suggested meeting in person. We exchanged texts and calls almost daily, but due to time constraints, we almost never met online again.
During this month of phone calls and texts, we learned more about each other. She worked as a civil servant in a government agency. I seemed to have become infatuated with Yue'er's languid voice, and I could sense her subtle longing—a longing for unexpected passion, which was also what I longed for. I knew something was about to happen.
We lived in the same city; based on the address she gave me, I knew my daily commute by bus passed by there. So I told her that for our safe transition later, I would meet her on the bus after work. I would be on the bus, and she would be off, which would be our first meeting. Neither of us mentioned our clothes beforehand, but in the brief moment the bus sped by, we both spotted each other. I saw a woman by the roadside phone booth, in her thirties, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and a black skirt, about 162-163 cm tall, the kind of woman who was very attractive. She was staring at our bus, and I thought, "That's her." I waved to her from the bus, and
she obviously noticed me too. She jumped up and down a couple of times and waved back. I was a little stunned at that moment, and I felt her breasts bouncing a few times, beckoning me. I was a little absent-minded.
We both felt good about our first meeting. The actual meeting was a few days later. I continued to tempt her with text messages for a few days. The weather was particularly nice that day, and I had a strong urge to see her. Later, she said she felt the same way. I wanted to release my passion, I wanted to hold her bouncing breasts, I wanted to actually do what we had experienced online, I wanted to make love to her!
Our text messages that day were quite passionate. Towards the end, she texted me, "Do you really want to do this with me? Will you regret it?" Of course, I had to keep things under control, so I said, "Of course! I want to! I definitely won't regret it!" She replied, "Then let's meet!"
We met at a restaurant with a traditional farmhouse-style heated platform bed. We sat facing each other at a table in a private room. After the waiter finished serving the food and left, we looked at each other, smiling silently
for a long time. Then Yue'er spoke up: "Why aren't you saying anything? What are you smiling at me like that for?"
I grinned and said, "I was thinking about how to pinch your nose."
As I said this, my hand reached across the table. She dodged, but ultimately couldn't escape my clutches. Her pouting nose was pinched. Of course, I didn't want to pinch hard, so I pretended to shake my hand forcefully and said, "I told you, I won't let you off the hook." She slapped my hand away and said, "Get lost! Look how naughty you are!"
To be honest, I have a very good feeling about Yue'er. I like her reproachful expression, the faint fragrance of her soft hair, and the way she looks at me with a smile.
We ate and chatted, a relaxed and ambiguous atmosphere lingering around us. Before
we knew it, neither of us spoke, just silently looking at each other, both with serious expressions. She softly said, "Shall we go?"
I said, "Yes!"
She said, "Go?"
I said, "Yes!"
So we got off the kang (heated brick bed). I was quick and got off first to wait for her. Because she bent over to put on her shoes, her top rode up, revealing a section of her white waist, making her round buttocks even more prominent. My little brother pitched a tent again. She put on her shoes, stood up, and looked up at me. Seeing my stunned expression, she smiled. To escape the awkwardness, I took the opportunity to pinch her nose again. Unexpectedly, she also tried to pinch my nose, reaching out her hand to do the same. We both succeeded, and then we embraced and
kissed... It was a passionate, mutual kiss. Her slippery tongue slipped into my mouth, and I greedily sucked on it. Our tongues intertwined, and my tongue stubbornly pushed into her mouth, immediately being drawn in by Yue'er's slippery tongue.
My little brother, already unruly, pressed against Yue'er's lower abdomen. She breathed heavily. I wrapped my right arm around her waist, and my left hand took the opportunity to slip up from under her clothes, then under her bra. Her breasts were now in my grasp. I
could feel that her nipples were very small. I pinched them, gently rubbing them in a rotating motion, then my fingers sank deep into her breasts. Her full, soft breasts peeked out from between my fingers.
Yue'er moaned, her heavy breathing falling on me. I whispered in her ear. I felt that Yue'er needed my tenderness, so I lowered my head and kissed her dark red nipple, my tongue swirling around her tip until it hardened and stood erect. After a while, I took it into my mouth and sucked deeply. Yue'er freed her hand and pulled her breast out of my mouth, panting, "I can't take it anymore, let's go, I want it." After saying that, she rubbed her erection.
I couldn't take it anymore either, I wanted it too, I wanted what I had fantasized about for so long...
After leaving the private room, the two waitresses watched us. I saw Yue'er blush, and I smiled and nodded to the waitresses.
As the hotel room door closed, we hugged each other again. Yue'er wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs swinging and wrapped around my waist, and our mouths were kissing again. I held her like this, walking step by step to the bed, pressing her down on the bed.
Our eyes met again, Yue'er hooked her arms around me from below, my hands supporting me on the bed under her shoulders, her eyes burning with desire.
I tenderly lowered my head and kissed her forehead, then her nose, gently biting it. I looked up at her again; her eyes, slightly open and hazy, whispered reproachfully, "Brother, you're so naughty!" She then pouted her rosy lips and leaned in. Her lips were moist and soft, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. Her waist and back were full and felt wonderful to the touch. Holding her soft body, my little brother was already unable to hold back, hardening against her lower abdomen, causing a slight ache in my own.
I unbuttoned her shirt, and she cooperated by lifting her shoulders one by one so I could take it off. I also removed my shirt and lifted her up, leaving only her black bra separating our upper bodies. We embraced, pressed together, and kissed. I kissed her earlobe, her chin, her neck, and then down to her exposed breasts. I extended my tongue, exploring the nipples at the edge of her bra; they were hard and very elastic under my teasing tongue. She hugged me tightly, her hands rubbing my back incessantly. She moaned, calling out repeatedly, "Ah...ah..."
I instinctively reached behind her to unhook her bra, but after fumbling around for a while, I couldn't find the clasp. She said, "You're so clumsy." Then she lowered her head and gently moved in front of me; the bra opened, and her breasts sprang out. She continued, "Silly boy!" I stared blankly at her breasts and said, "Hehe, I'm studying your bra."
Her breasts were large, her nipples erect and dark red, like two small cherries. The areolas weren't very large, with a small black mole next to them. Her breasts, like her body, were remarkably white. I couldn't resist kissing them again, kissing them greedily, sucking and playing with her nipples, while one hand grasped and caressed her other breast.
Yue'er was warm all over, limp and slumped in my arms, panting with her small mouth open. My little brother was so hard it was painful, so I unbuckled my belt, grabbed Yue'er's hand, and guided it into my pants. "Ah—"
Yue'er cried out, greedily grabbing my little brother. Writing this, I think calling it "little brother" might be a bit inaccurate; perhaps the more common term "big cock" should be used, hehe… But I've always felt that "little brother" sounds more cartoonish and cute. Sex is inherently a lovely and beautiful thing; why make it sound so fierce? ^_^ I'm digressing again.
I loosened Yue'er's belt, and she arched her back so I could pull down my pants. Her black panties had lace, small and sexy. I caressed her warm, damp panties for a while, then pulled them off. Yue'er was now completely naked before me.
Her skin was so white and smooth, her pubic hair wasn't thick, and her mons pubis was plump. I parted her legs; her dark red labia were still closed, and glistening love juice was already flowing from the lower part of her labia. I gently parted her labia, revealing a tender, pink opening that tugged at my heartstrings. I covered her with my entire left hand, my middle finger gently undulating between her labia. Yue'er gasped, moaned, and writhed, "Ah... um... ah..." My hand was already covered in her love juice. I lifted my hand, and a thin, clear strand of fluid dangled from my two fingers. Deliberately teasing her, I said, "Yue'er, look what this is." Her hazy eyes opened slightly, and she squeezed my waist between her legs. "Ah... you're so naughty."
Her clitoris was prominent, encased in a thin layer of tender flesh. I gently rubbed it with my wet fingers, and Yue'er trembled. Her breathing became heavier, and her clitoris became even more erect. I heard her panting, "Ah... ah." "So good...you touch me so well..." Feeling Yue'er's pleasure, I became even more excited, burying my head between her legs, my tongue swirling up and down between her labia, mingling with her love juices, making a smacking sound. A moment later, my nimble tongue began to rotate and suck on her erect clitoris. After a few moments of this, Yue'er suddenly clamped her head between her legs, arching her back, her whole body trembling, her eyes tightly closed, her small mouth open, just there. I was held like that for several seconds, then suddenly she released me, letting out a long sigh. I knew she had climaxed. Seeing Yue'er so happy beneath me, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. My lips
were still sticky with her slippery love juice, I climbed on top of her and kissed her. She sucked, wriggling, her love juices mingling with our saliva, I could feel her immense pleasure. Yue'er's playful little hand reached into my pants, grabbing my throbbing penis, I heard her urgent, muffled moan: "Come on, let's do it!"
Hearing her say that, my already swollen penis grew even larger, no longer fitting in my pants. I quickly stripped myself naked, my hard member pointing straight at her. The dark, shiny glans rubbed up and down her vulva, deliberately teasing Yue'er, not penetrating further, just rubbing against her labia with her vaginal fluids, occasionally touching her clitoris. Yue'er was getting impatient, saying I was bad. She grabbed my slightly upturned buttocks with both hands, pressing them against her body, her lower body responding with upward thrusts, panting, "Mmm...don't do this, please, come in...ah..."
Actually, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I stopped rubbing, pressed against her vaginal opening, and slowly began to thrust in. As soon as the glans entered, I felt how tight she was inside, completely unlike the other two women I had been with. Her vagina was unusually tight! I paused, asking her, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head and said no, then pressed my buttocks down with both hands and forced me inside. I felt my entire being enter a warm, smooth, and squeezing place. I slowly moved in and out, feeling this familiar yet strange place respond to me, gripping and twisting...
My heart felt so good! I moved in and out, and I couldn't tell from Yue'er's expression whether she was in pain or enjoying it, but I knew it was the expression of a woman experiencing the ultimate pleasure. I worked even harder, thrusting in and out forcefully. Our lower bodies collided, making "slap slap slap" sounds.
Her little sister was really too tight. I was also thrusting too passionately, and soon I felt a tingling sensation and my head spun. I thought, "Oh no, I have to slow down immediately," but the flood of desire was too strong. In a flash, a thought flashed through my mind: I can't ejaculate inside, I don't want her to get pregnant. So, in the midst of intense thrusting, I suddenly pulled out, and the gushing semen sprayed onto her breasts and lower abdomen.
This time I didn't expect it to be so fast, completely different from usual. I held Yue'er in my arms and said to her, "Was I too fast?" Yue'er
stroked my limp little brother and gently said to me, "It's okay, I'm already very comfortable! You filled me up so much just now, it felt so good!" Receiving Yue'er's praise, I felt like I was floating on air and said to her, "Yours is so tight! It squeezed my little brother so tightly that I ejaculated so quickly." Yue'er asked me in my arms, "Do you like my tightness?" I kissed Yue'er's forehead and said, "Of course I like it." Later, we took a shower together, and Yue'er even gave me oral sex, a sensation I had never experienced before. That afternoon, we made love three times, using various positions we liked, each time lasting longer than the last. Yue'er probably had three or four orgasms. After the last one, we embraced and collapsed onto the bed. The hotel bed was a disaster; the sheets were covered in our semen. I apologize to the hotel staff.
From then on, we often secretly met, and no one else knew—it was our secret. We were very frank with each other. We could openly tell each other about the women we had been with. I knew she had two men, and she knew I had two women. We cared for each other, confiding in each other about our emotional issues. We comforted and cared for each other, but it wasn't love; it was more like infatuation. For people over 30, having extra love isn't happiness, but a burden! We didn't want that burden. I only did what we liked, what we loved to do. We've agreed not to disrupt each other's lives. Perhaps a more accurate description of our relationship would be "sexually happy friends."
There's a trend online of "Mu Zimei's Sex Diary," and everyone has their own personality. Mu Zimei's personality might be flamboyant, which I personally find acceptable. However, I oppose that kind of "promiscuity." It seems someone said—"Having sex with one person is having sex with everyone you've ever had sex with"—that's too promiscuous, and really unsafe! Perhaps too much promiscuity is like a counter on the internet; people are more concerned with the number of people logging onto the site.
I've always advocated for safe and healthy sex. I never go to prostitutes; I think that's a waste of beautiful sex. I prefer the natural progression of our relationship after passionate encounters.

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