In the early afternoon at Seibu-Shinjuku Station, amid the bustling crowd, I spotted a strikingly slender woman. She seemed like an OL, wearing tight slacks that accentuated her long legs. Her hair reached just to her shoulders—exactly my preferred style. Her face was beautiful, and though she smiled, there was a subtle sense of something hidden beneath. When I greeted her with "Tired from work?" she responded sincerely, "Yes, you too!" At first, she seemed cautious, but as we talked, she gradually began to relax. She started opening up a little. When I suggested, "Want to talk somewhere quieter?" she hesitated briefly before agreeing warmly, "Well, maybe it's fine once in a while." Once we arrived at the love hotel, she visibly loosened up. Removing the cardigan draped over her shoulders, her sleeveless top exposed her arms and armpits completely. Using a casual excuse, I reached out and touched her smooth skin. That alone was enough to get my cock fully hard—she must have noticed. I couldn't resist kissing her right there, and her response was positive. Her body was toned and firm, especially her ass, which begged to be touched. I took her from behind more than usual, and she steadily grew more excited. By the time I inserted my cock, she was fully turned on. Honestly, I don't remember much from the second half—just that it was an incredible experience. Post-coital bliss.