Having just arrived in Taipei without a place to stay, my university roommate had recently moved into a new home after getting married. Since he had a spare guest room, I ended up staying with him temporarily. His newlywed wife, Clara, was a beautiful woman in her early thirties who worked as a high-end beauty consultant at a luxury cosmetics counter in a department store. Because of this arrangement, it was just the three of us living together.

One morning before work, I walked out to find Clara hanging laundry in the back. She was dressed in her professional black Chanel uniform and sheer black stockings. Because the weather was so sweltering, she hadn't bothered to put on her blazer.

Through her slightly translucent white blouse, the faint outline of a pink lace bra was visible. Although she was approaching her mid-thirties, her career as a professional had kept her figure in excellent shape. Standing about 5'5", she possessed a stunning physique: full, rounded 34C breasts, a slender 24-inch waist, and firm, shapely 35-inch hips. It was clear she took great care of herself.

Having just woken up and being confronted by such a tantalizing sight, my manhood rose instinctively, straining against my shorts like a small tent.

As Clara finished hanging the clothes, she caught me staring. She seemed to notice my physical reaction, but she played it cool, pretending to be oblivious as she walked over to ask if I had eaten breakfast yet. As she passed me, she gave my butt a playful, light slap and teased me with a smirk.

"You're still a young one, aren't you? Raising the flag so early in the morning?" she joked before heading into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Usually, because my roommate had to leave early for work, Clara would prepare breakfast and eat with him. Perhaps out of habit, she stayed to chat with me while I ate. Since she hadn't fastened the top button of her blouse, her hands resting on the table caused her already ample breasts to compress, creating an incredibly inviting cleavage. As I ate, my eyes were glued to the exquisite view of her sexy pink bra.

Clara chatted idly with me until I finished. She tidied the table and returned to the living room. Since there was still over an hour before the department store opened, she sat with me to watch television.

The program happened to be discussing the prevalence of casual sex among modern youth. Clara turned to me and asked quite pointedly if I had any experience with women. Facing her head-on, the deep valley of her cleavage was right before my eyes. Her blunt question caught me off guard.

When I honestly admitted that I hadn't yet been intimate with a woman, she looked at me with disbelief. "Don't you boys play around with girls when you're in the military? How could you have no experience at all?"

After a bit of explaining, she looked at me skeptically. "Are you truly a virgin?" she asked. I nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, Clara reached out and grabbed my member. Like peeling a banana, she pulled my hard cock out from my shorts. I was absolutely stunned; I never imagined my roommate's wife would be so bold!

When she saw the eight-inch length of my cock, a flash of excitement lit up her eyes. She slowly leaned in, her tongue teasing the tip of my glans while her hand gripped my shaft, sliding up and down in a rhythmic motion.

"Mmm... oh... ah..." It was my first time experiencing a combination of handjob and oral pleasure. I couldn't help but moan, eventually letting go of all inhibitions and sprawling back on the sofa, watching her lustfully seduce me.

Even though she was the one taking charge, I didn't feel emasculated; instead, I felt incredibly lucky. Although Clara was older, she was incredibly sultry and a true beauty. Being ravished by a woman like her was a luxury not everyone could claim.

Her tongue was expertly trained. She teased me for over fifteen minutes. The sensation was so intense that I felt like I was about to lose consciousness, yet strangely, the urge to climax wouldn't come. She kept me suspended in a state of agonizingly beautiful arousal.

Finally, growing a little tired, she switched to using only her hand, looking up at me with a seductive, heavy-lidded smile.

"I didn't realize your cock was so impressive. This is a first for me!"

Knowing exactly what she was thinking, I stopped her and pulled her into my arms. I reached out with both hands, grabbing her breasts like a pair of prize treasures, squeezing and kneading them. She gasped, grabbing my hands and telling me to be gentler, teasing me for not knowing how to handle a delicate lady.

"I thought the women in the movies liked it when you were firm!" I defended myself.

Clara took my hands in hers, guiding them to show me how to caress her. "Actually," she whispered, "a woman's body is very sensitive. Gentle touches often bring much more pleasure than brute force."

Having learned her secret, I began to play with her breasts more skillfully. Under my touch, Clara closed her eyes, sinking into the sensation. "Mmm... yes... you're a fast learner... just like that... ah... so good..." She was clearly enjoying herself, her moans becoming more frequent.

As she lay in my arms, her legs stretched and curled in pure bliss. While one hand continued to caress her breasts, my other hand began to wander toward the mysterious delta between her thighs—a place I had only ever seen on screen.

When I unbuttoned her skirt, she opened her eyes, gave me a sultry wink, and pouted her lips before closing her eyes again to continue the pleasure. Knowing she had given her silent consent, I unzipped the skirt and began to slide it down.

Being a fitted skirt, it was a bit stubborn. I had to lift her hips to slide it down past her knees. With a bit of effort, she helped me, and the first line of defense finally fell.

Beneath her black stockings, she wore a pair of sexy, black lace panties. With one foot on the floor and the other on the sofa, I began to caress her intimate area through the sheer fabric of the stockings and the lace.

Even through the black nylon, her skin looked as white as snow. As my hands moved up her thighs, the skin felt incredibly soft and silky—a testament to her meticulous grooming.

I moved my hand to her crotch, tearing a small hole in the stocking and pushing the lace aside to let my fingers slip inside. It felt like entering a hot, wet cavern that instantly clamped around my fingers. As I slid two fingers deep inside, Clara urged me to move faster, her voice strained with anticipation.

Hearing her, my fingers began to dance inside her. She cried out in pleasure, and remembering how women in films loved oral attention, I leaned down and began to lick her in a sixty-nine position.

Clara seemed surprised by my boldness, her body trembling at first, but the sensation was clearly divine. She didn't stop me; instead, she arched her hips high and spread her legs even wider, inviting me to feast on her.

"Ah... ah... how... how are you so good... oh... oh... I can't take it... don't stop... ah... mmm..." Clara moaned loudly, her hips bucking against my face as she rode the waves of pleasure.

I licked her feverishly, tasting the nectar that flowed from her. Then, using the moisture from her core, I began to tease her most sensitive spots.

"Ah... oh... don't play there... it's too much... ah... ah... ohhh..."

Even though she told me to stop, she made no effort to push me away. I was driven by a primal curiosity, wanting to see how a real woman would react to the things I had only seen on television.

"Ah... ah... oh god... it's coming... I'm going to... oh... ah... ah!"

With a violent shudder, Clara collapsed onto the sofa. As the juices continued to flow from her, I licked her clean, savoring every drop. When I finished, she lay there with flushed cheeks and a dreamy, lustful gaze. As I continued to knead her breasts, she let herself be completely surrendered to my touch.

"How can you be so amazing?" she breathed. "You made me climax just with your mouth. If you actually... inside me... heaven knows what would happen."

Her words reminded me that we hadn't truly consummated our passion yet. I began to stroke my own cock, eager to bring it back to full strength so I could taste her for real.

Seeing my intent, Clara scrambled up, using her hands and mouth to awaken my manhood. Once it was rock hard once more, she sprawled across the sofa, signaling that it was time for the real thing.

I didn't waste a second, thrusting my cock into her heat. Her walls were incredibly tight, gripping me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. She let out soft, rhythmic moans as I began to slide in and out.

Perhaps because I was being too gentle, her reactions were muted at first. After a hundred thrusts, she was still just humming softly. Feeling a lack of momentum, I increased my speed, slapping her hips with a rhythmic sound as we moved together. Soon, she was high on the sensation once more.

"Oh... ah... yes! Your cock... it's incredible... I've never... felt anything... like this... ah... ah... from now on... I want only... this... ah... oh... you're hitting... my womb!"

"Don't stop... break me... play with me... fuck me... oh, darling... ah... ah! Harder... please... it's coming... I'm going to... ahhh!"

Under my vigorous thrusting, Clara reached another climax. This time, her reaction was explosive; she thrashed on the sofa like a fish out of water. Her vaginal muscles clamped around my shaft in powerful, rhythmic contractions. Unable to hold back, I unleashed my seed deep inside her. We were both drenched in sweat, our passion soaking through her stockings.

After a moment of rest, I picked Clara up to take her to the shower. She whispered that she wanted to be carried to the master bedroom's bathroom—a place I had never entered.

Inside, I found a massive bathtub large enough for two, complete with massage jets. I understood her intention immediately. After a second round of storm and passion in the tub, Clara changed into a fresh set of her uniform and left for work, her eyes still sparkling with the memory of our morning.