Beautiful girls I met at the dance hall

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That happened eight years ago. I was 25, shortly after graduating from university and starting work. Due to work, I painfully broke up with my girlfriend of three years from university. I was in a bad mood, very depressed, and my work was monotonous. So I felt very bored.

One day, a friend invited me to go dancing, and he had already arranged two female partners. Having been a skilled dancer before, I agreed out of sheer boredom. When we arrived at the dance hall, my two partners were already there. One was a young woman, about 22 years old, my friend's regular partner.

The other was a middle-aged woman, about 30, whom I didn't initially look at closely. After a polite introduction, we sat down, feeling a bit reserved. Soon the dancing began, and my friend and his partner quickly joined us.

Out of politeness, I also asked her to dance. To my surprise, we danced together very well, their steps were skillful, and their coordination was excellent, making me look at them with new eyes. Taking advantage of the close face-to-face interaction during the dance, I observed them more closely.

She was of medium height, with a good figure, short, neat hair, and a face that wasn't particularly beautiful, with some wrinkles. She wore some makeup and bright red lipstick, and was dressed appropriately. While not exceptionally striking, she had a good temperament and exuded the charm of a mature woman. After a few dances, we both felt comfortable, and the initial awkwardness gradually disappeared.

After the dance, we went our separate ways. My friend told me her surname was Chen, and her husband was a small business owner in the shipping industry, often away from home. They were quite wealthy.

A few days later, my friend told me that she had invited us to dance again, and I readily agreed. This time, we were much more relaxed, chatting and laughing. Needless to say, my friend danced with her partner, and we were paired together. We danced proper ballroom dances. At that time, a dance called "cheek-to-cheek dance" was popular. Every dance party would have a designated time for a cheek-to-cheek dance, where the music was very soft and the lighting was very dim—not completely dark, but you could only see shadows.

Couples were embracing tightly, body to body, face to face, swaying on the dance floor. Many people went there specifically for this purpose, just to find a dance partner to get close to. My friend and his girlfriend had already gone to get close, but since we weren't very familiar with each other, we tactfully sat on the side chatting.

We arranged to dance several times, gradually becoming more familiar with each other, and our feelings for each other grew stronger. Finally, one time, encouraged by my friend, we started dancing cheek-to-cheek.

I remember the first time, I was a little nervous. Although I had been intimate with my girlfriend in college, I was still a little excited, my heart was racing, and my face was flushed. She, on the other hand, seemed very natural, but neither of us spoke, just silently pressed together. I could smell the faint scent of her perfume. To be honest, my little brother was uncontrollably erect at that moment. The first time was very exciting. After the first time, it became natural. After tasting the sweetness, I became infatuated with dancing with her. But I didn't dare to have any improper thoughts.

About two weeks later, we were quite familiar with each other. One day, my friend suggested we go dancing at another dance hall. The environment there was better, very dark, and supposedly more open. We went. Sure enough, the close dancing there lasted a long time, with almost no lighting. Everyone was crammed together, very close, and we could hear each other's heavy breathing. We could even hear the sounds of kissing. It was very exciting.
Perhaps influenced by the environment, we hugged very tightly that day. Her arms were wrapped around my head, her head resting on my shoulder. Her whole body was softly against me, and I could feel her firm breasts pressing against me. I gently stroked her back and whispered intimate words in her ear. I was a little out of control.

Finally, I mustered up my courage and gently kissed her cheek. I felt she was a little excited, but she only moved slightly. She didn't try to escape; instead, she hugged me even tighter. During the break, we both sat in silence, savoring the excitement. That same day, we agreed to come back here to dance again, but this time, just the two of us, away from my friends. I guessed she was embarrassed if her friends saw us.

The next day, we went to the dance hall as planned, and began our own private time together. We danced proper ballroom dances, eagerly anticipating the cheek-to-cheek dance. We didn't say much, just held each other tightly. She asked me if I felt she was seducing me. I said no, I felt it was natural. She asked why I didn't object, didn't I feel like I was at a disadvantage? I said I liked mature women, especially such a charming one.

To be honest, I do prefer mature women, and even now, I still admire charming mature women. She said she liked my humor and insights, my skillful dance steps, and my youthful energy. She said that when I stepped forward between her legs while dancing, it excited her greatly. I knew she was having impure thoughts. Although I was young and vigorous, I managed to restrain myself; as a virgin, I didn't know what to do. And so, we danced alone a few more times. The urges within me grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, one day, we were dancing again. It was summer, and she was wearing a long, thin dress with a low neckline. I had a premonition of what was going to happen. We hugged tightly, my lower body pressed against hers. I was excited; my penis was throbbing, gently rubbing against her body with each dance step. I thought she could feel it.

That day, we kissed in the dark. I was a little intoxicated, and my hands, which had been behind my back, began to wander, touching her breasts through her clothes. She naturally turned slightly to let me touch them. I then started touching her buttocks, but she said it wasn't comfortable and let go. She moved slightly, and I thought she was unhappy, so I pulled my hand back. But then she pulled my hand from her back and placed it on her buttocks.

Unexpectedly, I touched a bare bottom. I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah." It turned out she felt it wasn't exciting to touch her through her dress, so she lifted it herself, revealing her entire buttocks for me to touch.

There was no need to worry about anyone seeing, because the lighting was so dim, and she was wearing a long skirt. Once I put my hand inside, the skirt would hang down, making it difficult for anyone to see what we were doing. This made my blood boil. I excitedly touched her buttocks, feeling that they were quite large, but a little loose, very smooth and tender. Her underwear was very small, deeply sunken into her buttocks, exposing her entire buttocks.

I touched her buttocks, my fingers occasionally penetrating into her buttocks. We were both very excited, and I could clearly feel each other's breathing becoming heavier and our heartbeats quickening. She even went a step further, taking the initiative to touch my penis with her hand. My already swollen penis couldn't handle it anymore, feeling like it was about to explode. I don't know if she understood my discomfort, but she unzipped my pants and took my penis out of my underwear. And started to stroke it.

I didn't hold back either, freeing my other hand to touch her genitals. Her body was writhing. She didn't have much pubic hair, and her genitals were wet, really wet, and she was still stroking my penis. I slowly inserted my index finger into her vagina. She squeezed her legs together briefly, then quickly opened them again. It

was even wetter inside, a little sticky. It was very smooth, and it went in easily. This kind of stimulation was unbearable for a young man like me who had never had sex with a woman. I couldn't feel the people around me, nor could I understand her feelings; I only felt an urgent need to release. Soon, I ejaculated.

I wanted to scream but couldn't, so I had to suppress this pleasure. She considerately held my glans, letting all my semen shoot into her hand, then flicked it onto the corner of the floor and rubbed it a few times with her foot. It wouldn't be long before the dancing of the crowd wiped it clean.

I felt very tired, my legs were weak, and I didn't want to move at all. I released my hand from her vagina, and she put my limp penis back into her pants. We helped each other up and ended the dance early, returning to our seats. I leaned against her, gradually coming back to my senses. We just smiled knowingly, said nothing, still savoring the passionate impulse we had just experienced.

The next afternoon, a weekend, we arranged to go dancing in the afternoon. This time, I was determined to do something. The dance hall happened to be located inside a hotel. Once we arrived, I could tell she was a little uneasy. Sitting down, she wasn't as polite as before.

In the dim light, using her long skirt as cover, I slipped my hand between her legs, from beside her thigh. She slightly parted her legs, and I gently stroked her genitals. We were both excited, and I suggested we get a room, which she agreed to. However, due to inexperience, we both forgot our ID cards. She still insisted that I ask at the front desk if we could get a room by the hour without ID, but they refused. We were both disappointed and danced aimlessly.

Finally, it was time for our cheek-to-cheek dance again. We went down to dance, thinking it would be the same as yesterday. As soon as we started dancing, we began touching each other without restraint. I felt she was prepared; her underwear was small, thin, and narrow in the middle, barely covering anything. I guessed it was semi-transparent, very sexy, making it easier for me to touch her without pulling down her underwear.

We regretted not bringing our ID cards, missing our chance. She considered for a moment and said to me, "Let's try it here." How? I didn't understand. She pulled me to a corner of the dance floor, against the wall, spread my legs, lifted the front of her skirt (without taking off her underwear, just pulling it aside to expose my penis), and told me to squat down a little. She used one hand to spread her vagina and the other to guide me to insert my already erect penis into her vagina.

Due to my lack of experience, I couldn't get it in after several attempts. She told me to squat down a little more, standing between her legs, and she tried very hard. My mind was blank; I mechanically followed her instructions. My penis hurt a little from her manipulation, and somehow, when she said, "Okay," I asked, "Is it in?"

She said yes. Because I had never been inside a woman's vagina before and didn't know what it felt like, I asked again, "It's inside." She gave a resounding "Mmm." Only then did I believe that I had truly penetrated a woman's vagina.

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