Battle with 30-year-old mature sister (wife mature adult novel)

That was when I was in my fourth year of college. I was about to graduate and had nothing to do all day. All I did in my spare time was surf the Internet. I never play online games when I go online, and I don’t understand why so many people are keen on doing those boring PK actions. So I usually just check out military news on it, or go to Tianya to hang out and chat with a few girls.

Stop talking nonsense. That day, I was browsing the website as usual, looking for girls that interested me. After many greetings, there was finally an answer. So I started chatting with her. I forgot what we talked about, but I remember that I learned that she was just 30 years old this year, divorced from her husband, had no children, and worked as an editor at XX Daily. We also exchanged phone numbers in due course. We chatted until after 10 o'clock in the evening, as the Internet cafe was about to close for the night.

So I said to her: Baby, I have to get off, the Internet cafe will be cleared out for the night soon, and I haven’t had dinner yet (it’s true, we started chatting in the afternoon and I was afraid I would have no chance if I left, so I resisted eating), I have to eat something before the dormitory closes. I knew that the newspaper office and my school were on the same road, only two or three stops away. She was surfing the Internet at work, so at the end I jokingly asked her if she was afraid of walking at night. Otherwise, I could take her home. Unexpectedly, she said, okay, just wait for me in front of your school gate, and I will call you when I arrive. My heart was moved and I was secretly delighted. I quickly checked out and got off the plane, then ran to the bus stop in front of the school gate (the bus had stopped long ago, but I just thought it would be more appropriate to wait for someone there). I thought she would arrive earlier than me by taking a taxi, but unexpectedly, I arrived first. I felt like the waiting time was like a year.

I was waiting anxiously when I suddenly felt my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. I quickly took it out and it was indeed her. Just when I was about to ask her where she was, the phone suddenly hung up. I heard a very sweet voice from afar shouting: XX, here, I'm here. It turned out that she had seen me, and she was shouting and waving at me with the hand holding the phone. I hurried over, and when I got in front of them, they didn't know what to say and were a little awkward for a moment. Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, and I said: XX, go eat something first, I'll take you back later. Although I called her baby very affectionately when I was online, I found it difficult to call her that now, so I could only call her by her name. She said, let’s eat at my house, it’s unhygienic to eat outside.

When I arrived at her house, she served me some cold rice. It was cold, but because it was summer and it was just cooked in the afternoon, it tasted quite good. Because she was watching me eat, I felt embarrassed to delay too much, so I took a few bites and put down my bowl and chopsticks. I finished eating and was thinking of an excuse to stay. Before I could say anything, she said calmly, "Go take a shower. I just took one in the afternoon. Take off your clothes outside and I'll get you some clothes to change." Then he went into another room.

I took off all my clothes except my underwear and went into the bathroom. It was my first time, so I was embarrassed to take off all my clothes at once. Less than ten minutes into the shower, I put on my underwear and shouted loudly that I was done. She opened the bathroom door, looked at my lower body and said, why are you wearing dirty clothes again? You just washed them recently, can you wash them clean? Then he started to take off my underwear and asked me to wash it again.

This time, she didn't go out. She took the shower head and sprayed water on me gently and carefully. To be honest, I was really touched at that moment. At that time, I really wanted to tell her that I loved her, but I knew I couldn't say it. Even if I really fell in love with her, it would only scare her at that moment. I don't want the woman I love to be frightened. I stood there motionless, she held the shower head in one hand and gently washed me with the other. When her warm fingers slid across my body, I felt an electric shock. …She was squatting on the ground. She was still wearing the suit she wore to work and was afraid that the water would splash onto her clothes. She was a little far away from me and just leaned forward as far as possible. I could no longer suppress the love in my heart and gently stroked her hair with my hands. Perhaps, at this moment, a tenderness was also surging in her heart.

Finally finished washing. She put on a pair of women's high-heeled sandals and ran to the bed impatiently. Haha, please don’t laugh at me. I’m not impatient now, but that pair of shoes is really uncomfortable to wear. They are too small and I walk with a limp. I was watching TV on the bed while she was cleaning the bathroom. She didn't come out until she had wiped all the water droplets on the floor clean. It can be seen that she is a woman with a very good taste in life, whether from her hairstyle, clothes, or attitude towards housework, she also has that kind of caring and considerate kindness. I really don't understand her husband. Why would he want a divorce if he doesn't want such a good woman? To paraphrase a line from Forrest Gump, "Are you crazy, or just plain stupid?"

Watching her busying about, at that moment, I really thought that I was her husband and she was the mistress of the house (actually, she was, haha). At that time, I thought that if she said she wanted to marry me now, I would definitely marry her.

While she was hanging a wrung-out towel on the clothes hanger, I jumped off the bed and gently hugged her from behind. We hugged each other quietly for a few minutes, feeling each other's heartbeat and body temperature (I forgot to introduce her house. It is a one-bedroom apartment with one bedroom, one kitchen, one bathroom and no living room. I really like the house she decorated. The furniture is very simple, but it feels very cozy). She turned her head and we kissed sweetly. My little brother raised his head again and pressed against her soft butt through her clothes. Her waist is not that slender and not very graceful, but at this moment, in my eyes, she is the most beautiful woman in the world.

Then we lay on the bed and chatted

That night, we both stayed up all night. When we were tired, we talked and chatted, and then did it again. I can’t remember how many times I came, but I just couldn’t bear to leave her body. It was not until around 5 o'clock in the morning that I felt sleepiness suddenly coming over me like a tide. However, I still insisted on leaving her home and going back to the school dormitory to sleep. At 5 o'clock, no one in the neighborhood had gotten up yet, and I didn't want others to point fingers at her. She insisted on seeing me to the door, and the moment she walked out the door, I could see the smile in her eyes. There was gratitude and approval in her eyes.

She is my second woman. I feel guilty for not keeping my virginity for her because I found that I really fell in love with her. Maybe it started at the moment when she flushed me inadvertently. Of course, there are other things that attract me to love her, such as her beauty, her temperament, and the talent that cannot be concealed under her calm appearance. Later, we called each other a few more times, and I could hear the concern and love for me in her tone. That night, we all harvested a heavy love. I once told her that if she wanted, I would stay, in the small seaside town where I spent four years of college life. However, in the face of the secular world, even the most sacred things will be hesitant at times. Finally, I chose to leave and go far away alone.