Hooking up with a dance teacher

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A few days ago, I met a girl at a party. She had a moderately sized bust, a tall figure, and, most importantly, very straight legs. I was immediately a little tempted, you know what I mean.

During our chat, I found out she was a dance teacher, so I tried to strike up a conversation, mainly asking if my child was going to start an extracurricular class this year. We agreed to meet up for tea in a few days to chat more. Then we added each other on WeChat. After that, the chat felt a bit cold, not as lively as in person, so it became a bit distant.

A few days later, I was bored and started thinking about her again, so I pulled out WeChat and tried to say hello, "Want to grab a cup of tea today?" The reply was, "Who are you? I don't know you."

I was stunned. I realized I had changed my ID. I quickly explained, and then she said, "Oh, it's you!" and sent a blushing emoji. I was immediately struck by her adorable awkwardness; the unpleasantness from her earlier coldness dissipated. We agreed on a meeting place, and the tea was just a chat. It's worth mentioning that she didn't mention my child's schooling even once, which I appreciated.

After tea, we got down to business. I asked her what she was doing next, whether she was going back to school. (I already knew from our previous conversation that she usually went home in the afternoon if she had nothing else to do, and wouldn't go back to school.) She replied that she wasn't going back, that she was a little sleepy.

Of course, I wanted to offer her a pillow (a metaphor for comfort), so I suggested we find a place to rest.

She agreed, so I went and booked a short-stay room, then had her come up alone. She was clearly happy with this arrangement, because no respectable woman wants anyone to know she went to a hotel with someone during the day. Even if it's self-deception, they need an excuse. This is something I learned on the forum, and I want to thank many experienced people who shared this experience.

Once we got to the room, I showered first and crawled into bed. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why don't I shower too? The air conditioning isn't warm yet, it's awful."

Of course, I wholeheartedly agreed.

After showering, she put on her underwear, held her coat in front of her, and came out with her face flushed—I couldn't tell if it was from the heat or from embarrassment. She kept saying she was cold, so I lifted a corner of the blanket and said, "If you're cold, get in bed and warm up."

She didn't say anything, just pursed her lips, put her clothes away, and silently crawled in. I felt a soft, slightly cool body lean against me, and of course, I didn't pull my hand away; I simply pulled her into my arms.

Actually, it was XL's first time hooking up, and she was incredibly nervous throughout the entire process. But in these kinds of situations, if the man doesn't take the initiative, should the woman?

Anyway, holding her in my arms, she was still trembling slightly; she was probably nervous. The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward, so I fiddled with the remote control with my other hand, but couldn't find a channel. She was secretly laughing to herself. This eased the awkwardness a bit. Actually, I'm wondering how to get to the point in this situation.

I was a little unsure what to do next; I could clearly sense her nervousness, and I was nervous too. Luckily, her phone rang suddenly. She answered, and it sounded like a female friend asking where she wanted to eat that night. While she was on the phone, I teased her. She didn't resist at all, just laughed. Suddenly, I got bolder and secretly unhooked her bra. She was on the phone and couldn't say anything to resist, so I grabbed her breasts.

She hung up quickly after I started rubbing them and asked, "How could you take my bra off? What are you trying to do?"

I said, "Nothing, I just wanted to touch them."

Then she resisted a lot, and I could tell she was resisting quite forcefully, but thankfully she didn't leave with her clothes on. After much coaxing, I finally got her underwear off, spread her legs, and climbed on top of me. She

immediately became agitated: "Do you want to rape me?" I panicked. This wouldn't do; I couldn't bear that label. I quickly said, "No, I didn't rape you. It's just a hug." I got off her, my movements slowing.

Her tense body relaxed a little. I took the opportunity to kiss and grope her. She moaned softly, "It feels quite nice to be touched like this, it's tingly."

I knew she'd had three boyfriends before and was single now. I thought to myself: Didn't your boyfriends ever touch you like that?

While thinking this, I continued kissing her lower body. When I got to her genitals, I carefully smelled them. There was absolutely no smell—not even a hint of stench, not even a normal sour smell. It was perfectly clean, which reassured me. As soon as my tongue touched her, she started to twitch, her legs naturally opening without resistance.

I licked her for a while, then, feeling it was about right, I mounted her. The process was uneventful; it's the same for everyone.

Afterwards, she said I was too long, and it was a bit uncomfortable towards the end. I was puzzled, because I know I'm not actually that long, only slightly above average, though my girth is definitely quite thick.

She lowered her head and said hers was shorter, and it easily hit her cervix, causing her discomfort, which is why she didn't like sex.

I didn't know what she meant, so I pretended to be calm, but actually slunk away.

When I got back, I was still a bit excited and shaken. She resisted so fiercely that I even suspected I was raping her. If she had screamed then, I would have been in big trouble. I

didn't dare contact her much for several days, just casually asking if she ate glutinous rice balls for the Lantern Festival. Ugh.

It should have been over, but today I mustered up the courage to ask if we wanted to have dinner together tomorrow. I was just trying to apologize, and if she wasn't happy, I would have let it go. But she said yes, so I got excited and asked her what she wanted to eat. She said Pizza Hut. I checked the map, and Pizza Hut was a bit far, so I suggested we have it delivered to her school. I paid downstairs and left, still feeling annoyed. Then she said she lived right next to Pizza Hut. Going to Pizza Hut was far, but coming to pay wasn't?

I was stunned. Going to her house, not her school. I didn't really have any expectations for tomorrow, but after what she said, I wonder if something might happen tomorrow.

[The End]

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