Supermarket Hunting (adult novel adapted from anime)

Ten years ago, I just reported to work in a company. During the internship training period, I was assigned to a shopping mall under the company as a temporary intern. The mall has been open for many years and there are very few new sales clerks. Most of them were middle-aged women in their thirties. I was assigned to a hardware counter. There were three women at the counter. One was in her fifties and was about to retire, and the other two were just over thirty. Although they were middle-aged, they still had charm. Because one of the husbands also worked in the mall, they came and went together every day, so it was almost impossible to seduce her. The only one who could do something was the one who issued tickets at the counter. Her surname was Yu. Her husband worked as a clerk in another place all year round, and her child was boarding in a private school. When I first saw her, she was wearing a newly made black dress with gold edges. She had a high chest and walked with her eyes straight ahead, looking very self-righteous. Seeing her self-important look, I secretly made up my mind: what's so great about her? Just watch how I do it.

Once a goal is set, action must be taken. Before long, through careful observation and unannounced investigations, I quickly gained a preliminary understanding and grasp of her daily preferences and whereabouts.

Because her husband and children are not around, she spends most of her spare time at the mahjong table except for work. But I don’t know if it’s because of her limited card skills or bad luck, she always loses more than she wins. In casual conversations, I mostly see her sighing, saying that she lost a hundred yesterday and 50 the day before yesterday. It’s rare to see her beaming with joy. If she does, it must be because she won today. There are very few women like her who do not need to take care of the family in their spare time, so it is difficult for her to maintain the card game every day. Observing her expressions and catering to her preferences are naturally the means I have always used to please women. Not long after, I naturally became her card partner. Although I was very young at that time, as a gambler, I am no longer "young". I can basically be described as "influential" and "battle-hardened". I have no interest in their small gambling games at all, but the real purpose is not to play. In order to please her, when playing cards, I deliberately gave her some cards she wanted, or deliberately put some "roars" for her, and made some small movements when playing and shuffling the cards, using some special "skills" and "techniques" to create favorable conditions for her to win money, and at critical moments, I intentionally or unintentionally gave her some hints. In short, since having my cooperation, her "luck" has improved greatly, and she obviously wins more and loses less, and her cheerful expression has gradually become more and more. Of course, she is naturally aware of my special "care", because I have contributed greatly to her change from "always losing" to "always winning". As time went by, the special relationship between us as "colleagues and poker friends" made us gradually closer. From the indifference when we first joined to now calling you "little brother", it only took less than half a month. I know that the first step has been successful.

Once a woman becomes close to you, all that's left is opportunity and courage. Because you have the excuse of playing cards, you have more opportunities to be alone with her, but having the opportunity to be alone with her is far from enough. You also need conditions. Only when both conditions and opportunities are met, you will have the possibility of success, and this possibility may become a reality if you plan carefully.

As usual, the agreed location was her home. I remember it was drizzling that day. I remember I was daydreaming when I set out on the road. It was so exciting and novel to have an affair with a married woman in the drizzle. When I arrived at her house, the card table had already been set up and she was waiting anxiously in the house alone.

"Where are the others?" Although I pretended to be concerned about the game, I was thinking in my heart how great it would be if the two people I had made an appointment with couldn't come.

It was a godsend. Half an hour later, the first friend I had an appointment with called and said that her daughter had a high fever today and had to go to the hospital and couldn't come. Although she was annoyed, she couldn't complain too much because the other person really had something to do. She called another friend and she said that her husband's father had just come from the countryside and was mediating a conflict in his brother's family. He couldn't get away and couldn't come. Although I pretended to watch TV, I heard everything on the phone clearly. This was a rare opportunity. Facing the prey I had coveted for so long, I felt ecstatic. I squinted my eyes and looked at her secretly. Damn, she was so sexy today. She was wearing a fitted, brand new black cheongsam that tightly wrapped around her slightly raised buttocks. Her plump breasts were so sexy that they were about to burst out from under the curve. She was so tempting and mouth-watering.

After making several phone calls in a row, she walked out of the room helplessly and said, "Little brother, we can't play today. It's raining outside and they don't want to come.

"Forget it," I pretended to be indifferent.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. I stood up and pretended to go out.

"Hey, it's raining so hard, let's play for a while before leaving." Her face turned slightly red when she said this. Although we have known each other for a long time, this is the first time for me to be alone in a room with her without any outsiders. It is reasonable for her to keep me there since it is raining so hard. But perhaps as a married woman, it is impossible for her to remain calm when being with such a young boy in such a rainy day. Maybe she blushed because she thought of this reason, but her tiny expression did not escape my hunter's eyes. Hehe, where are you running to? I couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

"Do you have a DVD? Let me watch it for a while. TV is so boring..."

It is impossible for a middle-aged couple who are as ferocious as wolves and tigers to not have pornographic discs at home. The reason why I chose to watch the DVDs was for a purpose.

She opened the drawer of the release notes and let me choose. I flipped through them and found only the latest releases. I didn't find what I wanted to see.

"Is there anything interesting?"

"What? What's so interesting? Aren't those movies interesting?" She knew what I was talking about but interrupted me on purpose.

"Hehe, do you think I'm a child?" I teased her on purpose.

"Are you an adult?" She pretended to be an adult.

"I'm bad." I walked over and got closer to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

"Do something bad" I approached her with a lewd smile.

"No, no, no, no, I can't. I'm your elder sister." She stepped back step by step. There was no way to retreat, and the sofa was blocking the way.

"Is it not okay to like your elder sister?" I smiled faintly and pulled her hand. She stepped back in fear and sat down on the sofa. I took the opportunity to pounce on her and look for her lips. She dodged, her face flushed.

“No... No..." Although he was shouting, his voice was weak.

At this point, the woman is no longer able to defend herself, and this kind of evasive woman can sometimes make people even more aroused. Dry wood and fire, once ignited, will burn wildly.

The rain was pouring down, the loud noise couldn't mask her heavy breathing, our tongues were twisting wildly in each other's mouths. It was my first time with a woman in cheongsam, I tried my best but couldn't get in, so I could only explore the cheongsam up and down. She stretched out a hand, gently unzipped one side, and slowly pulled it back. Wow, such beautiful skin, smooth and delicate, tender and elastic. I greedily kissed her neck from top to bottom. She was panting and collapsed on the sofa. I gently unhooked her bra. What beautiful breasts, pointed and very elastic. I bit them gently with my teeth, and she couldn't help but let out a sound. It might be because I used too much force, or it might be because she couldn't help herself. I held her breasts in my hands and licked them with the tip of my tongue, nibbled them with my teeth, and sucked them with my mouth. My skillful movements made a "smacking" sound.

"Oh, gently, gently..." she murmured. His head was buried deep in the sofa.

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It was unobstructed. The flower hole that had given birth to a child had already relaxed. Coupled with the prelude of warm-up, although the cock was thick, it was still loose and easy to move. The relaxed flower hole had its own wonder of relaxation, because the direct stimulation to the root of the meat was relatively reduced, not to mention the accumulated magma erupted instantly, and the thrusting became faster, more violent, and deeper with her happy moans. She turned over, lay on her back with her legs raised high, and the entrance of the hole was wide open with continuous obscene fluid, like a deep hole that needed a huge filling to be satisfied, unfathomable. Push, push, and push again, deeper, deeper and deeper, I held one of her raised legs in each hand, and pushed quickly like a tireless old man pushing a cart. Although it was raining heavily, the "puff, puff" of the root of the flesh and the flesh hole under the thrusting was still clearly audible. The long-accumulated desire and lust finally reached its peak in 1000 rounds under the huge stimulation of the intense thrusting. A hot stream rushed down from the top of my head and gushed out, "Wow..." I couldn't help but scream, and as I ejaculated, I weakly grabbed her chest which was already soaked with sweat, buried myself between her breasts, gasping for breath. She held me tightly in front of her breasts with both hands, and refused to let go for a long, long time.

"You little rascal, you finally succeeded..." she said comfortably.

Haha, it turns out that she had already been aware of my conspiracy. Think about it, a woman in her prime, with her husband away all year round, how can she stay contented?

At this point, the young woman's seduction plan was successfully completed. My friend was so enjoying it that he couldn't bear to stop and kept asking about what happened afterwards. Later I told her that the card game had come to an end since I succeeded. Almost every night, we would go to her house to go crazy. During those days, I was always bent over and hunched over. Anyone with a sensible personality would know that this was due to kidney deficiency. This affair continued until her husband returned from abroad. "Are you still in touch? Now..."

Someone asked me eagerly, and I smiled without saying anything because I had just met her in the downtown area of ​​the city the day before yesterday. When we saw her, we just smiled at each other and I didn't want to contact her again, and she didn't want to contact me again. Isn't this good?