An unforgettable tender moment

Having passed through the impetuous and reckless youth, I gradually entered what outsiders would consider a more stable middle
-aged period. That year, I was already 30 years old without realizing it. Life seemed to have lost its color in my eyes. Every day,
I was overwhelmed by interpersonal relationships, social interactions, society, and family. The sharp edges in my personality became more and more rounded, but the romance in
my bones still remained, only with an added touch of sophistication and maturity.
I work, survive, and become numb in an organization with 400 employees. My daily social engagements are numerous,
and I meet many people—men and women, young and old. This psychological numbness makes my body increasingly sensitive. People
from the past quickly fade from my memory; I can't remember anyone, yet some remember me. They often
speculate about me and try to understand me. A significant number of women want to integrate into my life, and I know
this keep my distance.
Life experience has taught and guided me that I'm increasingly drawn to mature married women, not only because
they have good backgrounds and skills, but more importantly, because they allow me to experience
a primal urge—a descent from chastity to wantonness, from steadfastness to infatuation—in the process of conquering them.
The government is synonymous with hypocrisy. Leaving aside the bunch of incompetent, bureaucratic men, the
elegant possess an inexplicable charm. I enjoy spending those intoxicating, unrestrained
nights with them.
But I never actively express my feelings or thoughts to these women. What I need is complete
respect and recognition; I need their seduction so I can experience their genuine abandon during passionate encounters.
However, there's one beautiful woman I have different feelings for. She's the mistress of
the highest- . I've heard this rumor for a long time, but I'm too lazy to verify it. I don't like prying into
other people's private lives; I only care about my own feelings. I'm also willing to work hard to achieve my goals.
She got divorced. Her husband ran off with a ridiculous woman. I heard she was ugly, but I
couldn't understand it . Her husband must have been driven to despair by her control, and then mustered the courage to elope with such an ugly woman
.
Because of her divorce and her illicit relationship with our bureau chief, she became
a very alluring secret in the eyes of most people. The men here were like dogs in heat; they'd stand up straight when they saw her
, practically begging to rub their manhood against her. As usual, those men who acted like human beings were
scolded or humiliated and would walk away with their heads down.
But strangely enough, within a few days, those men would be wagging their tails and approaching her again. I found this phenomenon
really strange. Was it because she was rumored to have a good relationship with the bureau chief, leading these men
to believe she must be a deadly woman? I was confused, yet I was also slightly attracted to her. One thing was
certain: she was absolutely beautiful.
Our daily work brought us closer for a while, giving me the opportunity to observe her up close.
However , I only observed; I wouldn't easily do anything to her. Time passed both slowly and quickly. During our interactions, I
could clearly sense her affection for me. Our conversations gradually became more casual, and our relationship grew increasingly
intimate.
It's strange how people our age don't rush into things like young people. We
both prefer the fire in our hearts to burn slowly. She was 36 years old this year, almost three years older than me. Yet I was
still drawn to her, by her scent, her wrinkle-free face, and her incredibly sexy figure.
It was these things alone that attracted me; in my eyes, she was simply a woman in the purest sense.
I broke my principle of not taking the initiative, and finally one day, I said to her, "Thank you for taking care
of me at work. Let me invite you for tea." She hesitated for a moment, then quickly agreed. I think at that moment, she was also
wondering why I didn't just invite her to a hotel or some other place where we could talk more freely or be more intimate, instead of
choosing a teahouse.
I just chuckled to myself: the reason I didn't do that was because I enjoy watching a woman's face
contort . And that same look would be recreated on her face tonight.
I took a shower and arrived at the teahouse at the appointed time. I sat quietly in a private
room waiting for her arrival. The waitress brewed me a pot of Longjing tea. I love the aroma and green
color of Longjing. I also asked her to dim the lights; I enjoy watching her do these things. I
become lazy in the dim light, perhaps because I'm someone who enjoys comfort.
A few minutes later, the waitress led her to my private room. Her face was slightly flushed as she said, "
I'm sorry I'm late."
I smiled and said, "It's alright, please sit down." Actually, we both know this is a common
trick .
Sitting across from me, I calmly observed her in the soft yellow light. It was clear she had prepared meticulously
. Because it was early spring, she was wearing the business suit I had once told her I loved most—it was hers.
Strangely, the suit on her had a uniform-like quality, yet it exuded
a seductive allure.
I loved it all, especially since underneath her clothes was a dark red, low-cut, tight-fitting bodysuit, with a
matching silk scarf lightly covering her white chest. I knew she was a woman who used clothing and adornment to
express her thoughts.
We didn't talk much, just quietly sipping tea. I looked at her, and she became shy,
saying softly, "Why are you staring at me?"
I smiled and said, "I like looking at you!" That one sentence broke the ice.
Her eyes immediately welled up with tears—hormonal changes were at play.
I gently took her hand and said, "Come sit next to me, I want to smell you."
She smiled and sat down, but said, "What's so nice about it?!"
The instant she sat down, I smelled Chanel. She was indeed a sophisticated
woman with a refined air.
I put my arm around her shoulder and said, "Oh, it smells really good."
She softened slightly, nestled in my arms, and my heart skipped a beat. I thought, this is the difference between
maturity and immaturity.
I didn't kiss her lips right away; I just ran my fingers through her slightly curly scalp.
I was certain this would give her a feeling of closeness and intimacy; she became even softer, her body almost asleep in my
arms .
I heard her say, "Kiss me."
I gently turned her face towards me, looking into her eyes, which were slightly closed, her delicate lips
trembling slightly… I lowered my head and gently touched her lips with mine.
The instant our lips met, I felt her lips part, and I smelled the fragrance of orchids; her lilac-like
fragrance was warm and moist in my mouth. I simply and gently sucked on this lilac petal; how fragrant and smooth it was!
I felt the lilac wriggling, and before I knew it, our tongues were intertwined, sucking at each other.
My desire gradually rose. My hands caressed her back, sliding down to her chest. I
straightened her body and stroked her breasts. She breathed heavily, pressing my hand firmly against her chest with her smooth skin
. My palms felt soft and firm against hers.
My lips left hers, exploring upwards until they reached her earlobe. I sucked on that
delicate earlobe, gently licking it with the tip of my tongue. Slowly, I covered her ear with my lips,
slipping my tongue inside. In that instant, I felt her tremble violently, her breathing quickening,
her chest heaving in my hands with each breath.
I savored this desire, unbuttoning her blouse and caressing her breasts through her bra. Her
rapid breathing aroused me. Without thinking, I pulled up her tight-fitting clothes, exposing her burgundy
bra to the light. I unhooked it from behind, and I saw two light pink nipples, like those of a young girl.
I said in surprise, "Your nipples are really beautiful, like a little girl's."
I sensed a slight pride in her smile. The nipples were erect, perfect for my sucking. I
took one of the beautiful nipples into my mouth, and soon, I became more audacious, unbuttoning her pants.
She hesitated for a moment...
I sensed her hesitation, and my hand paused as well. In a flash, I felt her
gazing at me with watery, dreamy eyes. In her wave-like eyes, I clearly sensed a
mixture of longing and subtle rejection.
The light grew even dimmer and more yellow, and an intense atmosphere of desire filled the air. I was
struck by this atmosphere, and in my hesitation, I decided to explore the secret I had always wanted to know.
My fingers gently tightened…
and the buttons on her pants came undone. At that moment, I clearly heard a soft sigh and gasp from her,
and groaned softly.
Suddenly, it felt as if tentacles had sprouted from my back, and I
instantly transform into a male beast.
The zipper of her pants slowly rolled down… My nostrils tingled, and I could clearly smell
the alluring scent emanating from the mysterious place encased in those silk shorts.
The scent was so familiar, yet so strange. It quickly filled my lungs, a warm rush
surging , making me hard and swollen.
I lowered my head slightly, trying to pinpoint the source of that captivating aroma in the dim light.
A soft, warm breast pressed against my left back, sending shivers down my spine. Her
legs slowly parted slightly—just enough for two fingers to slip inside.
Through her silk shorts, I gently rubbed and moved my hand up and down along the cleft of her vulva, teasing her. Gradually, her
lower abdomen flattened out, and my palm felt like it was on a soft, flat surface. I
caressed , and unconsciously slid it down…
The silk shorts obviously couldn't completely hide her soft yet firm pubic hair. Through the smooth
shorts, I could feel each hair gently stimulating my palm, that sensation of pubic hair acting as a barrier
to stimulate my nerve endings. Her breathing gradually became clearer and heavier with my caresses, and her hips shifted
restlessly .
Excited by her writhing, I gently pulled apart the silk shorts at the base of her right thigh with a single finger
. The right side of the shorts slid up her hip, the hem of the shorts digging
into her labia with the pull.
My hand trembled slightly as I pressed it against the soft area below her pubic bone. I could
clearly feel the fullness and softness between her legs, the sensation of her labia being parted by the hem
of the shorts, and the warmth and moisture emanating from the opening. My fingers were moistened with her love juice.
I gently touched her right labia with my middle finger. Her pubic hair was coarse and wiry, directly stimulating
my senses. Beneath the coarse hair was soft, white flesh and slightly dark labia. I couldn't help but
swallow, and with my left hand, I pulled her shorts from right to right.
Her entire genitals were now exposed to the light. The cold air stimulated her, and perhaps the coolness instantly assaulted
her warm, moist genitals, because she twitched slightly before adjusting. I felt her hand, which was holding my right ribcage,
tighten, and her grip on me was noticeably stronger than before.
The alluring crevice and dark hair were right before my eyes, and my gaze seemed to begin to wander,
or perhaps become clearer. I cupped her entire vulva in my palm; the warmth and moisture within her labia, now unobstructed
by silk panties, grew even more intense. My middle finger slid into the crevice, following that warmth and moisture.
Soft and sweet, her labia felt like peeled lychees, smoothly parting and accepting my
finger . My middle finger was gently entering and exiting, then sliding in again, then
out , gradually until it was fully inside her vagina. The sensation was growing hotter and hotter, and her vaginal lubrication
increased...
Her breathing became heavier with each movement of my finger, and her grip on my right ribs
tightened. I could clearly feel her pleasure and her growing desire. Using
the index and middle fingers of my left hand, I gently parted her labia in my right palm, and the point where my right index finger met my palm touched
her small clitoris. I moved my hand from right to left, my middle finger rotating inside her vagina,
the point where my middle finger met my palm constantly stimulating her clitoris.
At this moment, her body seemed even softer, and her breasts, pressed against my back, appeared to
be sweating and hot, making my entire back even more numb and itchy. My middle finger gradually increased its pressure inside her vagina, changing from a thrusting
motion to a pressing motion, gradually penetrating to her very bottom.
Ah, I marveled inwardly, her vagina was so short, narrow, full, and incredibly fleshy, like the legendary
woman's treasure. Thinking this, my finger stopped moving. I couldn't waste it like this. Such a treasure
wasn't meant to be enjoyed with fingers; it should be received and enjoyed by a man's life-giving root. With this
thought completely withdrew my middle finger from her warm, soft vagina, and my body lifted up as well.
As I lifted myself, she straightened up as well, though still leaning softly
against , her hand that had been gripping my right ribs gradually loosening. I don't know if this was cruel or tender; her
lower abdomen had just lifted and her buttocks had just tensed with the movement of my fingers when my fingers left
her body. I turned to look at her; her face was flushed from the arousal, and her breathing was still
heavy .
I gazed at her tenderly, and her eyes opened slightly. I saw a mixture of resentment and
arousal , which gradually became hazy.
I turned slightly, put my arm around her shoulder, and said, "Your...that place is really good."
That was all I could say, because explaining the stories behind famous objects would take a long time. Then I
whispered in her ear, "It's such a pity about your divorced husband; he didn't know you were so wonderful."
As soon as I finished speaking, she whimpered, snuggled into my arms, and with her slightly open eyes... Her lips
pressed against mine…
My mind was filled with a warm, wet sensation. The lingering warmth of her vagina still clung to my fingers, while her lips released
a soft, fragrant scent that rekindled my desire. I sucked on her lilac again, but strangely,
the sexual urge gradually subsided, replaced by a tender, moist feeling. I began to
suckle this warm, moist lilac with my heart.
The dimness still enveloped us, but the air became clearer, carrying a
fragrance emanating from her body. I smiled to myself, thinking, "Was this the scent of the Fragrant Concubine of the past?"
Just as I was lost in ecstasy, I felt a suction in my mouth, gradually drawing my tongue towards hers. I felt it
—that allure, mixed with a sweet fragrance, so gentle yet so stubborn. I wanted to resist, for I
had always been in control. But in my daze, I was also delighted to follow that suction, sliding my tongue into her
mouth.
My blood rushed to my head again, my breathing quickened, and amidst her intoxicated moans, I
felt the suction from her lips grow stronger, like an octopus trying to drag me into that dark, intoxicating
, boundless ocean of desire.
I felt myself struggling with desire, my breathing extremely labored. I adjusted, and gradually I became
more virile, my penis hardening. At the same moment,
her small hand enveloped my legs…
An overwhelming pleasure surged from between my legs, and my breathing became
labored . I finally broke free of my lips, leaning back in the chair to breathe. Her hand, which had been gripping my right ribcage, began
to loosen. My attention quickly shifted to my lower abdomen, drawn by an even more pleasurable sensation
.
Her small hands slowly moved between my legs, outside my pants, and my desire surged from my penis
in waves . I could only close my eyes and enjoy it, because I knew that even greater pleasure was just around the corner.
The "tsk tsk" sound of the zipper sliding down made me open my eyes. I squinted, watching her movements. My
zipper was fully unzipped, and at the same time, a small, fish-like hand slid into the opening of my zipper. Through my
shorts , my penis was enveloped by her soft hand.
My penis became even more erect, the glans even reaching the top seam of my shorts. I felt a little pain and
involuntarily moved my hips. She sensed my intention. She moved her hand from her right ribcage
to the front, and now her two cute little hands were in my zipper area.
I couldn't help but shift my hips towards the edge of the chair, assuming a near-lying position, so I could more
comfortably experience the love she was about to give me.
I only slightly opened my eyes to look at her, most of
my vision focused on her hair. I leaned slightly to one side, so I could see her hands and my penis beneath them.
She took her hands out of her zipper and, with an almost gliding motion, gently unbuckled my belt, then
pressed down on my trousers with both hands, slowly pulling them down. I slightly lifted my hips, and my trousers and shorts
slid down, stopping beneath my testicles. My buttocks landed, but touched the cool chair, causing me
to shudder slightly, my penis becoming even more erect from the coolness.
She cupped my testicles in her left hand, while her right hand gently stroked my penis.
I felt her thumb resting on the glans, stimulating my sensitive area. Gradually, her
hand slid down my pubic hair, applying gentle pressure to make my penis stand out even more.
Then she lowered her head, and I felt a burning sensation in my anus. My
hips lifted, and I knew my penis was about to meet her lips.
Warm breath came, and my glans instantly became wet. Her soft tongue gently touched it
, and pleasure immediately spread throughout my penis and body.
She merely touched the head of my penis with the tip of her tongue before opening her lips and sucking the upper part of my penis inside
. Her lips were like a warm, moist suction device, without any hard marks. I couldn't help but
sigh ; she wouldn't use her teeth to aggravate my pleasure. I felt her tongue
flatten in the groove of the frenulum of my glans, scraping back and forth with the flat edge of her tongue. That excruciating pleasure traveled down my penis towards my anus
.
Her mouth became even more viscous, and I felt her saliva soak my entire penis. Her head began to move
up down, her tongue skillfully sucking on my penis. Her hand holding my testicles also began to move,
gently pressing and grinding, as if trying to force out my semen.
Her left middle finger reached towards my anus, and I couldn't help but shift my body and spread my legs.
A little bigger, and her left middle finger reached my anus, then she gently began to scratch with her manicured nail
, interspersed with rubbing.
Oh, I was already a little dazed. In my daze, I saw her head moving up and down more vigorously,
and the suction of her tongue on my penis gradually increased. I could only feel her soft,
slippery tongue sucking all over my penis, and waves of pleasure coming from my anus from time to time, mixing and gradually sliding me towards the peak of pleasure
.
Her saliva flowed sluggishly down my penis and onto my anus,
and the middle finger she was rubbing my anus with became slippery. I could only gasp for breath. The pleasure from her sucking seeped through every pore, and my
hips rose higher and higher, my anus feeling like it was about to contract. Then I felt her sucking slow down;
perhaps she sensed my pleasure, knew it was coming, and consciously slowed her movements to calm me down
before gathering her strength to thrust into her.
The meatus on my glans felt like it was being touched and teased. I snapped back to reality—oh, her
tongue licking it like a snake's tongue! The pleasure surged again,
and my hips twisted in the thrusting motion. The groove where my glans met my penis again felt like it was being sucked.
I suddenly felt a surge of urge to soar to the clouds and burst forth like a torrent. I arched my back,
gently lifting her face with my hand. I saw her dazed eyes; the moisture on her lips made them even more luscious and sensual.
I felt her rapid breathing. I passionately kissed her lips and whispered, "I want to cum."
I only heard her whisper, "I want you, in my mouth." As soon as she finished speaking, her mouth enveloped my
penis again, sucking on it. Her right hand also gripped my penis,
moving .
My consciousness began to blur again, only the distinct pleasure emanating from my penis. I
thrust my hips upwards again, spreading my legs tightly. Her sucking grew stronger, and the force of her right hand's movements increased
, almost squeezing my penis flat. Her middle finger pressed its tip into my anus, thrusting in and out.
The pleasure finally arrived. With her sucking, her movements, and her contractions, my anus first
trembled and contracted slightly, then began to contract rhythmically. With each contraction of my anus, my penis
contracted hotly, and semen gushed out, shooting into her mouth again and again.
I felt her throat moving up and down against my thigh, the contractions making me almost
lose mind; everything froze in that contraction. Helplessly, I caressed her back haphazardly, but
I also felt a trembling and contraction coming from her back. I couldn't help but pull her body tightly into my arms...

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