It was two weeks ago. It was 1:00 AM in the middle of the night. I went to a club in Shibuya and started looking for young women. I kept approaching them, but on that day, I was completely rejected. I only spent a lot of money on alcohol. It was already past 4:00 AM. The club was filled with smoke, and the excitement was at its peak. Covered in sweat from anxiety and heat, I found a woman leaning against a wall in a corner of the stage. I immediately pushed through the crowd and went to her. I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around. She was petite, dressed in the latest fashion, which I liked. The valley created by her pushed-up chest was faintly swaying due to her unsteady, drunken steps. Suddenly losing her balance, she fell into my chest. When she looked up, something inside me snapped. We suddenly exchanged a deep kiss. She also engaged her tongue. It was a practiced technique. Perhaps carried away, she started to lick the sweat dripping down my neck. Then, she moved her tongue to my ear, cheek, nose, and eyelids. For a young woman, it was quite good. We kissed again. Excited, I lifted her tight miniskirt and caressed her beautiful buttocks. It didn't have as much bounce as I imagined, but it had a provocative shape. She responded. Through her denim, she touched my stiff member. She was quite skilled. I was sure it would work, so I invited her to a hotel, but to my surprise, she said no. I tried to persuade her several times, but she didn't nod. Unable to do anything, I exchanged LINE IDs, suggesting we go for a drink another day. What intrigued me was her LINE ID. It was a sequence of numbers, probably her birthday. Could it be she was over thirty? I like young women. No, it's not about age. Later. I told myself it's not about age and headed to our meeting place with her.
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