I remember it was last summer, just after returning from Changhua. The weather was sweltering, and parched with thirst, I ducked into an inconspicuous little roadside shop to buy a bottle of cola. Inside, an old man sat dozing away. "A cola, please?" I asked.

"Oh! A customer!" The old man stirred, calling out toward the inner room, "Xiao Ying! Xiao Ying, bring some cola!"

Knowing it was a woman, my gaze drifted toward the back. The curtain fluttered aside, and an incredibly sultry woman stepped out carrying the drink. My eyes were instantly ensnared by her.

She looked to be about thirty, with a tall, slender figure that was perfectly proportioned. Her light purple blouse clung tightly to her full, high breasts; the distinct silhouette of her nipples pressing against the fabric proved she wore no bra. Below a slender waist, her long, shapely legs were accentuated by a tight white miniskirt, while her flesh-colored stockings made her sexy limbs almost too much to bear—one couldn't look away, yet dared not stare too long. Her pale yellow high heels perfectly complemented the fullness of her feet.

As she approached, she revealed a rare, striking European look in her eyes—a seductive, heavy-lidded gaze. She had a classic oval face, glossy dark hair styled in a half-perm, and skin as pale and delicate as peach blossoms. She was a woman of lush, flowing curves.

I was utterly mesmerized; I had never seen a woman so breathtaking.

She spoke first, and though her casual tone made me feel a bit flustered, I simply took the cola she offered and remained silent.

The old man had disappeared at some point, likely gone to rest, so I didn't feel the urge to leave immediately. Instead, we began to talk.

She was straightforward, and we quickly got to know one another. Her name was Clara, the girlfriend of the old man's son. They weren't married yet. She was originally from Pingtung but was currently living with her boyfriend.

I couldn't help but think that she must be bedded every single night. If a woman like that were in my bed, I’d fuck her five times a day! A hard, heavy ache began to stir in my crotch, and I wondered if she could sense it.

Clara sat in the chair opposite me, her beautiful, stocking-clad legs just inches away. I drank in the sight greedily, though the most intimate parts of her remained tantalizingly hidden.

I am a sincere man, and she seemed to sense that. Though not wealthy, my honesty earned her trust. As we grew more familiar, I tentatively suggested that we go out for barbecue sometime.

To my surprise, she agreed readily. The date was set for tomorrow.

A woman so decisive was exactly the kind of person I liked to befriend. I had no patience for coy, faux-virtuous girls; in this day and age, there was nothing wrong with a man and a woman enjoying each other's company. I was certain she understood the underlying intent of our date.

Her tolerance for alcohol was remarkable. Since I wasn't much of a drinker, one glass was enough for me, but she drank heavily. Eventually, she became somewhat incoherent, but I could tell it was intentional—she was using the alcohol to loosen her tongue and say the things she truly felt.

Not wanting to see her struggle, I offered to take her home, but she insisted on staying out.

Realizing we both needed a place to truly let loose, we checked into a motel. I laid her on the bed to rest for a moment, while I reclined nearby, my eyes fixed on her.

Her shapely, beautiful legs, the delicate high heels, the sheer stockings, her high, firm breasts, her lovely face, and her cascading hair... the more I looked, the harder my cock grew.

Yet, part of me hesitated to disturb her. Was it wrong to take advantage of the moment? *Sigh.* I closed my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away.

Clara tossed and turned, then called out to me, "Hey, baby... come here. Stay with me."

At that moment, any man who didn't rush to fuck a beauty like her was a dead eunuch. I knew exactly how much she needed me—how much she needed my thick cock to bring her pleasure.

I moved toward her and pulled her into a tight embrace. As we held each other, her intoxicating scent drove me into a frenzy. My cock throbbed with life. I kissed her greedily, craving her lips, using every technique at my disposal to worship her like a queen. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the rhythmic *thud-thud* of the bed shaking.

My lips left stinging, teasing kisses all over her body. My hands wandered restlessly over her sensitive breasts, her thighs, her panties, and her stockings. Gradually, her breathless moans and high-pitched cries filled the room with the scent of burgeoning lust.

"Ah... mm... ah... ah... please... don't... yes... it feels so good... so good... faster... give it to me... please... ah!"

Her hands gripped and rubbed my large cock vigorously, while my hands worked feverishly against her stockings and her most intimate folds. I could feel how aroused she was—she was soaking wet. Her exquisite legs kicked wildly against the sheets.

"Ah... ah... faster... oh, sweet boy... give it to me... fuck me... let me take it... faster!"

I stripped off my clothes and my shorts, and my heavy, lethal cock sprang free—twenty centimeters of thick, vein-streaked muscle.

Clara grabbed it eagerly, stroking it up and down. "Ah... it's so big... God, I love it... it's mine... I want it forever... ah... fuck me, please? It's so itchy... fill me up... shove it into my pussy... ah... I can't take it... so big... give it to me... ah... ah... mm..."

Her lewd moans drove me wild. My movements grew more primal; I gripped and kneaded her breasts, my fingers digging deep into her wetness.

She shuddered under my touch. "Ah... gently... ah... it's too much... ah... don't... ah... please... give it to me! Give it to me!!"

She slid one stocking down with one hand, grabbed my cock, and guided it toward her entrance. She was so drenched in her own juices that the entrance was slick and slippery. As soon as I thrust my hips forward, the sensation of her warm, tight, wet walls clamping around me was heavenly.

"Oh... so good... ah... I can't help but scream!"

Clara cried out in ecstasy, "Ah... ah... harder... faster... fuck me... ah... oh... that big cock... so good... ah... ah... ah!"

The sturdy bed creaked loudly as we moved. I pressed my weight against her supple body, thrusting my hips with everything I had. Her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and her legs locked around mine. With every impact, she arched her back to meet me, her pussy contracting perfectly around my cock every time I pulled back, stimulating every nerve ending. It was pure perfection. I hammered into her tender heat—*slap, slap, squelch, squelch.*

"Ah... oh... Clara... so happy... ah... mm... ah... baby... I love it... your big cock... it's so good... fucking me... so good... ah... harder... faster... ah... don't stop... I love it so much..."

After forty minutes, she was on the verge of collapse from sheer excitement, yet her hands and legs remained tightly entwined around me, her words dissolving into pure, beautiful nonsense.

"Ah... my... my big cock baby... baby... ah... so good... so good... oh, baby... you're hitting my sweet spot... ah... can't take it... you're hitting it... ah... no more... ah... baby... ah... ah! I'm going to heaven... ah... faster... ah... fast... I'm going... to heaven... heaven... ah... ah!"

Knowing her climax was imminent, I increased my pace, slamming my hips against her fragrant body. She peaked!

"Ah... ah... heaven... I'm going... to heaven... harder... ah... it's coming... it's coming... it's coming... ah... ahhh!"

She clung to me desperately as my semen erupted like a tidal wave, pulsing deep into her vagina, wave after wave. The heat of it made her entire body shudder. We both collapsed in the throes of climax.

In that moment of pure connection, we lay there, wiping the sweat from each other's bodies and holding one another in a loving embrace.

That night, we fucked five times in total, until we were both utterly spent.

Since then, we have remained friends. When we are working, everything proceeds as normal, but whenever the urge strikes, we meet to lose ourselves in each other. After the madness, we part ways to attend to our own lives. Is there any greater happiness in this world? I am grateful to Clara; she is the one who gave my life meaning.