Re-confronting a top-quality middle-aged married woman

After that experience in the car, I couldn't stop thinking about the tax officer. I'd send her messages every now and then, just to see if she disliked me, and also to see if I still had a chance. She replied sporadically, discussing work and occasionally personal matters.
I learned that her husband worked at the same company, was five years older than her, almost fifty, sat in the office all day, didn't exercise, and stayed home in the evenings, so he was somewhat overweight; they had a daughter in her third year of university in another city. So I was pretty sure she couldn't easily text me at night.
Also, last time I intruded on her in the car, she was fully aware, conscious, and willing. So, considering her husband's situation, and her age of celibacy, I figured she had a chance to take things further.
So, I gradually started flirting with her on WeChat, sending her dirty jokes and pictures. At first, she didn't reply and even deleted the messages. Later, she started replying, mostly with things like "get lost," "bad guy," and "pervert." That was enough.
About a month passed, and I felt the time was right, so I asked her out for dinner. She hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed after my pleading, and it was lunchtime. The location was an island restaurant near her workplace.
I specifically chose a private room to avoid being disturbed.
The whole meal was very enjoyable; thanks to my careful arrangements, she was all smiles. After a simple meal, coffee arrived. We chatted freely like old friends, having a great time. Gradually, the topic turned to games—very cliché games: Truth or Dare. Of course, this was all pre-planned. Our rules were simple: the punishment for not doing something was a kiss.
Of course, I came prepared. At first, she chose Truth, so I directly asked when she had last had sex. She punched me, her face flushed, and said it was last month. I exaggeratedly said things like, "It's the 18th today! You haven't had sex in so long, can you handle it?"—and other teasing remarks, which, of course, earned me another punch. The game continued, and quickly, in less than ten minutes, I knew everything about the older woman: the color of her underwear, her first time, her most frequent positions, and even her husband's size. Of course, she also asked some suggestive questions, and I, of course, rambled on, making myself sound like a womanizer. The older woman just grimaced; there was nothing offensive about it, so I stopped writing. The older woman blushed and
didn't want to play anymore, so I said, "Okay, let's play Truth or Dare instead." She said she didn't want to play anymore, that she had to go back to work. I checked my watch; it was only 12:40, and they didn't start work until 1:30. So, I promised to play just one more game and then pulled her back down to sit on the sofa next to me.
The older woman reluctantly agreed, saying just one game. Then she waited for me to give her the challenge. My challenge was for the older woman to take off her underwear and give it to me. Of course, the older woman disagreed, saying, "Are you crazy? I'm at work, absolutely not!" I knew that wouldn't work, so I took out a pair of stockings I'd prepared and said, "It's okay if you don't take them off, going commando is a bit difficult for you. But if you put on the stockings I bought you, it won't be difficult, right? Or how about a kiss?" I pretended to kiss her.
She pushed me away with both hands, hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed. Since she was wearing a work skirt, and she already had black stockings underneath, changing them wasn't a big deal. She prepared to get up and go to the bathroom to change. I stopped her, saying she had to change on the spot. Of course, she disagreed, so she broke free from my grasp, opened the door, and went to the bathroom.
A moment later, she returned. But her expression was strange. She threw the stockings she'd taken off at me and said, "What kind of lousy stockings are these? They're uncomfortable." I chuckled and said, "These are from a big brand, how could they be uncomfortable? They should be comfortable and convenient, hehe." She gave me a disapproving look.
The reason was simple: her original stockings were one-piece, while the pantyhose I prepared for her were open-crotch.
I said, "Is this your own? It looks like I bought it for you. Come on, let me check." With that, I slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her damp, warm panties. The woman clearly hadn't expected my boldness and reflexively pulled my hand away. She glanced at the door of the private room and said in a threatening tone, "Don't go too far, or we won't even be friends anymore." I knew in my heart that this was her pride as a woman at play. I wasn't in a hurry and immediately stood up to apologize, saying I didn't mean to be indecent, I just wanted to see if she really had changed into them. The woman's face remained serious, but the anger in her eyes had vanished. I pressed on, saying, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I like you so much, I couldn't help but offend you just now. If you feel it's unfair, you can touch me too." "Here, feel it," I said, taking a step closer to her and pulling her hand to my crotch. I'd come prepared; I wasn't wearing underwear, and my casual pants were thin, so her hand easily made intimate contact with my little brother through the fabric. "
How about it, sis? Am I sincere? If you're not satisfied, take it out on my brother." I shamelessly squeezed her hand and rubbed it up and down. "
Oh, you're going too far," she said, pulling her hand away.
"Oh? Sister, are you still not satisfied?" I continued teasing. "Then you should remove this menace; I wonder if that will quell your anger?" "Hehe.
" With that, I pulled down my casual pants, revealing my already erect penis, and presented it to her. She clearly hadn't expected me to be so bold, and in her haste, she slumped onto the sofa. Pushing her penis away with both hands, she said angrily, "Put it away quickly! If anyone sees this, I'm done for!"
I took another step closer, my glans just centimeters from her face, and said, "I can put it away, but you have to let me kiss you first, hehe."
The older woman was exasperated by my lewd behavior. She glanced at my penis, which was so close to hers, and said, "Okay, but you can't go any further, or I'll get angry." I acted nonchalant, sitting down on the opposite sofa and patting my thigh, gesturing for her to sit on my lap.
Seeing that I wasn't bothering her anymore, she took a deep breath, walked over, straddled my lap, muttered something like, "I don't know what I did to deserve this," and then offered her my lips.
The passionate kiss lasted for several minutes, until we were both breathless, before we separated.
The older woman's work clothes were already undone, her two large breasts hanging precariously, their long purple nipples erect; and her already muddy panties were partially pushed into her vagina by my penis. I was about to strike while the iron was hot. The older sister, her eyes red, said, "Little brother, really, not here. Another time, if it's convenient, I'll go with you, okay?" Looking at this alluring woman before me, I was genuinely tempted, even feeling a little reluctant. So I hugged her again, then reluctantly let go. She got up, straightened her clothes and makeup, and looked back at my erect penis, and my own frustrated expression. She smiled seductively, pulled me up against the door, then knelt down and began to perform oral sex. To be honest, this wasn't the first time I'd experienced her oral skills; we'd had one in the car before. It was amazing, indescribable. Anyway, I quickly ejaculated in her mouth.
The older sister straightened herself again, pulled my penis back into her pants, stood up, and said, "I'll go now, contact me later." She opened the door and left, leaving me with her alluring and sexy back view.

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