My Second Single Life (Part 3)

She started unbuttoning my shirt, her lips sliding from my face to my neck and chest, a ticklish sensation. She wasn't very forceful, just giving me light kisses, occasionally sticking out her tongue to gently lick, which I found very pleasurable.

Taking this opportunity, I slipped my hand inside her clothes and unhooked her bra. Because she was lying face down, without the bra's restraint, her breasts sprang out. I grasped them and slowly teased her nipples with my fingertips. Soon, I felt them harden, becoming round and full.

I continued to knead her breasts vigorously, and her moans grew louder, her body trembling involuntarily. I continued to tease her, pulling her already short skirt up to her waist, revealing her panties.

I was glad she was wearing stockings instead of pantyhose, otherwise it would have been a bit more complicated. She wore pink panties, the very ordinary kind, which showed she wasn't the kind of woman who was particularly avant-garde or fashionable.
In my opinion, a woman's fashion sense isn't about how glamorous and extravagant her clothes are, but rather her lingerie. This applies not only to women in general; clothes, no matter how beautiful, are for others to see, while lingerie is for oneself, as are shoes.

In my view, spending thousands on a coat is far less worthwhile than spending a few hundred on lingerie. But that's how it is in China; most people are willing to spend thousands on clothes to impress others, but unwilling to spend a few hundred on lingerie for themselves. That's vanity, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with vanity; I'm vain too. But vanity should be moderate. Okay, back to the point.
When I said she wasn't trendy or fashionable, I didn't mean she was old-fashioned. Actually, I could tell that although her lingerie was simple in style, it was quite expensive.

Yes, how could a 38-year-old family woman chase fashion like a young girl, wearing lace, see-through fabrics, or thongs?

Besides, although such lingerie is alluring to men and can enhance intimacy, it still has to be taken off. I don't think any man would resist staring at a woman's lingerie all night. No matter how gorgeous the colors and styles, it's just a formality; what men want is what's inside the glamorous lingerie.

Therefore, my gaze barely lingered on her plain panties before I reached inside. Since we were facing each other, my hands landed on her full buttocks.

I gently pulled her panties down. She seemed a little shy, and after I took off her panties, she pressed against me, my erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. She looked at me shyly and smiled: "Hard?"
I smiled and looked at her. "What do you think?"
"Let me see, let me see your tools of the trade." She said, starting to unbuckle my belt. I helped her pull my pants down to my knees. She slipped her hand inside my underwear, and I felt a heat spread from my midsection throughout my body, while my back felt slightly cool. I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..." Encouraged, she pulled my underwear down to my knees as well, then her hands began to caress me. My body began to burn, desire spread, and my hands roamed haphazardly over her body.

She seemed unsatisfied, unbuttoning her outer garment and pulling my hands to her breasts. I continued to tease her nipples. Perhaps still unsatisfied, she got up and took off her underwear, allowing her to spread her legs and move more freely. Otherwise, the underwear between her legs had greatly restricted her movements.

With her underwear off, freed from restraint, she seemed to become unrestrained, even straddling me. I didn't know if she was enjoying me or I was enjoying her, but it didn't matter; we both experienced pleasure, so why worry about it?
She straddled me, bringing her breasts close to my face. Understanding her intent, I opened my mouth and took one of her dark nipples into my mouth, quickly teasing it with my tongue. My soft tongue was far more arousing than my fingers.

Her moans grew louder, and my hands found it easier to reach her lower body. Her pubic hair was sparse, growing in a long, upright line, already wet and slippery inside.

I gently stirred my fingers, each movement causing her body to tremble. I felt her body tighten, and she began to murmur incoherently, "Ah, um... I want... ah... little brother..."
The time was right. I moved my body up slightly, parted her legs, and pressed down on her with both hands. Because she was very wet, it went in smoothly.

The moment I entered, she gripped me tightly; I could tell she was extremely excited.

After entering, I paused for a while, waiting for her body to adjust to my penetration, before I began to thrust. With each thrust, she moaned with excitement, her brows furrowed, her eyes tightly closed, and her lips bitten. Although it seemed like she was in pain, I knew she was experiencing intense pleasure. As I thrust, I asked her:
"How long has it been since your husband last gave you that?"
"I don't know, he comes home very late every night, um..."
"Do you have other men?"
"Yes, it's you, little brother, ah..."
"Do you enjoy sex with me more or with your husband?"
"Of course it's with you. You're passionate and exciting."
Although we'd been chatting nonsense, my lower body hadn't rested. With each thrust, I felt myself getting closer and closer, until it became almost difficult. I couldn't believe this was the body of a 38-year-old woman.

Perhaps annoyed that I was slacking off, she straightened up and started to take matters into her own hands. But women's movements seemed different from men's. My movements were thrusting, a stroking and rubbing motion of the penis, while she sat on top of me, moving back and forth. This way, the base of my penis could effectively stimulate her clitoris, while the head of my penis could churn violently inside her.

From her upturned face, I saw excitement. Her pace quickened, and I matched her movements, rubbing her breasts and playing with her nipples even faster. This clearly had a significant impact on her orgasm.

Soon, her movements became somewhat distorted; she was obviously extremely excited, her body no longer under her control. After about a minute of rapid swaying and continuous moans, she straightened up, gripping my arms tightly with both hands. After a half-minute of this tense standoff, she collapsed wearily onto me. I knew she had come.

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