Chapter 1 — The Ripe Woman at 36

"Who is it?"

She opened the door and stepped out. In that instant, my breath caught so sharply I nearly stumbled backward.

She was wearing a transparent red silk nightgown that left almost nothing to the imagination. Through the thin fabric, her large, round, braless breasts swayed heavily with each movement. The white lace panties between her legs did nothing to hide the dark patch of pubic hair beneath, clearly visible under the light.

Though it was a long dress-style gown that reached her ankles, it only made her body appear more exposed, more seductive. Under the soft glow, her figure was the very embodiment of a ripe, mature 36-year-old woman—firm, lush, and undeniably sensual.

My cock reacted instantly, surging to full hardness. I froze, unsure where to look, my face burning with embarrassment.

"The documents you requested this afternoon..."

I stood awkwardly, holding out the sealed envelope.

"Oh, yes..."

She took the file without a trace of self-consciousness, then pulled a cardigan from a nearby hanger and slipped it on before sitting on the sofa.

I was the head of administration, entrusted with managing her personal assets for the past three years. She was the major shareholder of the company; her late husband had been a wealthy landowner who'd invested heavily in the business.

At a company after-party held at a nightclub, she'd invited me for a slow dance. We'd pressed our groins together tightly, grinding in rhythm, and in that moment, I'd secretly fantasized about taking her to bed.

But it always ended there. She'd sometimes kiss my cheek, then gently rub away the lipstick mark with her fingers. She'd rest her feet on the desk, lifting her skirt to reveal what was underneath. She'd lean forward in loose-fitting clothes, giving me a full view of her bare breasts. I'd always desired her—fiercely—but remained a subordinate, too afraid to cross the line. Yet her occasional provocations kept my cock in a constant state of arousal.

"Sit down..."

She lifted one leg and crossed it over the other, settling into the sofa. The movement exposed her thighs all the way up, and her white panties were clearly visible. A small foot, painted with red nail polish, peeked out from beneath the gown. My cock strained painfully inside my trunk underwear, throbbing with need.

"Have a coffee before you go."

She glanced briefly at the documents, then stood and walked to the kitchen. The light behind her revealed the full curve of her plump, round ass, barely covered by the flimsy string of her panties. The white fabric clung to her, doing little more than teasing.

"Damn... Is this woman really 36? She puts virgins to shame..."

I clenched my jaw, pressing my hand down hard to force my erect cock into submission. As she sat on a kitchen stool and sipped her coffee, she noticed my struggle and laughed, pointing.

"Hoho... Am I really that attractive? It's okay. Come here..."

I hesitated, turning her words over in my mind, then boldly stood and walked to the dining table. No matter how I leaned back, the front of my pants bulged like a mountain.

"Hoho... You're serious, aren't you?"

She giggled, staring openly at my crotch. I sat down on the chair, stiff and awkward.

"David, you don't have much experience with women, do you? To react like this to someone like me..."

The cardigan had fallen open, revealing her bare breasts.

Her well-developed chest hung full and heavy, like ripe gourds ready to burst at a touch. They swayed noticeably whenever she laughed. Her small, delicate nipples were faintly visible through the fabric.

Suddenly, as she passed by me, she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me into her chest.

"Uh..."

A shockwave ran through my body at her sudden move.

"David... I've actually wanted to hold you like this for a long time."

My head pressed against her smooth, toned lower abdomen. My hands instinctively reached around and gripped her ass.

Her red lips met mine. She pushed her tongue past my lips, deep into my mouth. Her sweet, warm saliva slid down my throat. I sucked hungrily at her lips. Her tongue flicked across my earlobe, then slipped inside, sending shivers through me.

Her soft, plump ass filled my hands through the silk gown. I slid my hand beneath the fabric, running it up the inside of her thigh. I tugged at the thin string beside the small cloth covering her pussy—and it dropped to the floor. It wasn't even real panties, just a tiny patch meant to tease.

"Do you like this? Isn't it so sexy?"

"Really? There's actually a man who likes me like this..."

She lifted one leg onto the chair, pulled her gown aside, and I dropped to my knees. A thick patch of dark curls covered her pussy. I parted the hair with my fingers and plunged my tongue deep into her slit.

"Ah... Darling..."

She gripped my head tightly.

I hurriedly pulled down my pants and underwear. There was no time to tease her—I was too far gone. She spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist. When she saw my erect cock, she gasped.

"Oh my God... I can't believe it... It's so big... Absolutely magnificent."

She reached for my cock, guiding it slowly toward her entrance.

"Ah... Too big..."

Her moan only made me harder.

She winced slightly as she pressed my tip against her opening. Her pubic hair pushed inward with my shaft, creating a strange, slightly painful friction. She had more hair than most women, but it was soft, like down.

She rubbed my cock against her wet slit, teasing herself. I grabbed her breasts through the gown, squeezing them hard, kneading them as if trying to milk them. Her flesh was soft yet firm, yielding under my palms.

"Ah... You're going to make me lactate... Go easy..."

I pinched her nipple between my teeth and bit down gently.

"Ah... Yes... Suck it..."

She pushed her nipple into my mouth.

I sucked hard, tugging at it. For a woman with experience, her nipples were surprisingly small. She held my head close, guiding my cock slowly into her pussy, then lowered herself down onto my lap.

"Ah... I've never felt anything like this... How can it be this good?"

"Your husband?"

"Don't mention him. I don't even remember him."

"I really like this..."

"David... I can't even remember when I last felt this way."

She said my name for the first time, her voice trembling with ecstasy.

"Emma..."

She looked at me again, licking my tongue across my lips.

She began rocking her hips up and down, slowly at first, then with growing rhythm. She moved her hips back and forth, savoring the sensation of my cock inside her, moaning softly. I thrust powerfully in return.

"Ah... Darling..."

She picked up speed, grinding her pussy against my shaft and glans. Her moans grew louder. The chair creaked, and the coffee cup on the table tipped over, spilling dark liquid onto the floor.

"Uh... Emma..."

"No, just call me Emma."

"Emma..."

"Ah... David..."

She still used honorifics with me, yet fully embraced me as her lover.

Her hips never stopped moving, her juices dripping down her thighs. The sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with our moans, filling the room.

"Ah... I think I'm going to come..."

"Just a little more..."

Sweat beaded on her forehead.

"Try this way."

I pulled her up, sliding my cock out. She looked at me with a fleeting expression of disappointment. My shaft glistened, slick with her juices.

I turned her around, made her lean over the dining table. Lifting her silk gown, I revealed her ass—round, pale, and full, like twin moons.

I gripped her hips and thrust my cock back in. She reached between her legs, guiding me into her wet heat.

"Ah... It's still so big... It still hurts..."

With one deep thrust, I buried myself inside her. She screamed.

"Ah! David... It hurts..."

I pulled her hands behind her back and drove deeper, filling her completely. Her nails dug into my thighs. With her pussy gripping my cock, I pounded into her like a wild stallion—fast, hard, relentless.

"Ah... D-darling..."

The wet slap of flesh against flesh grew faster.

"Uh... Hahh... Hahh..."

"Ah... David, let's go to the bedroom."

As she tried to move toward the bedroom, I pulled her hips back, driving deeper. She pushed her ass back against my groin, pressing herself tightly against me. Still connected, we moved slowly down the hall.

Her bedroom—my first time inside—was filled with the scent of woman and perfume. The plush sky-blue bedding and pillows made it feel like floating on clouds.

On the wall hung a large portrait of her in traditional hanbok, nearly life-sized. She wore a red dress embroidered with chrysanthemums, smiling gently, her expression serene.

A full-length mirror on the bedroom wall reflected us clearly. She buried her face in the sheets. My cock trembled, on the verge of exploding.

"Uh..."

I shook violently, thrusting deeper, harder. My cock swelled beyond control—and erupted, shooting hot cum deep inside her.

"I'm coming... Emma..."

"Come... Come inside me..."

"Where?"

"Just do it... Just come..."

I pulled her hips back and emptied myself, pumping load after load into her.

When I woke up the next morning, she was sucking my cock.

"From today, David, you'll handle the approvals on your own."

That was what she said to my back as I got ready to leave for work. Along with a quiet reminder to come in early...