A middle-aged, beautiful, and seductive woman I met at the dance hall

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I have a secret hidden deep in my heart, one I've never told anyone. This matter has always left me with very mixed feelings; I can't say whether it's a blessing or a curse, whether I should be happy or sad. Perhaps it was youthful ignorance, but looking back, it seems a bit absurd. Today, I'm sharing this story online, hoping that netizens can give me a fair judgment. This isn't pornography, and I won't describe any specific sexual acts. Please forgive me.

It happened eight years ago, when I was 25, shortly after graduating from university and starting work. Due to work, I painfully broke up with my college girlfriend of three years. I was very depressed and downcast, 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 dance 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 years old, whom I didn't initially look at closely. After a polite introduction, we sat down, appearing somewhat reserved. Soon the dancing began, and my friend and her female companion quickly joined in. Out of politeness, I also asked her to dance. To my surprise, we danced quite well together; their steps were skillful, and their coordination was excellent, making me take notice. Taking advantage of the close face-to-face interaction, I observed her more closely. She was of medium height, with a good figure, short, simple hair, a face that wasn't particularly beautiful, with some wrinkles, and I could see she was wearing makeup and bright red lipstick. Her teeth were clean and even, and she was dressed appropriately. While not exceptionally outstanding, 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 female companion, and we were paired together. We danced proper ballroom dances. Back then, a dance called "cheek-to-cheek dance" was popular. Every dance party would have a designated time for this activity—the music was very soft, the lighting was dim, not pitch black, but just shadows. Couples would hug each other tightly, body to body, face to face, swaying on the dance floor. Many people went specifically for this, just to find a dance partner to get close to. My friend and his girlfriend had already gone for this, but since we weren't very familiar with each other, we tactfully sat and chatted. We danced together several times, gradually getting to know each other better, and our feelings for each other grew stronger. Finally, one day, encouraged by my friend, we started doing cheek-to-cheek dances too. 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. The first time was very exciting. After the first time, things naturally progressed. Having tasted the sweetness, I became infatuated with dancing with her.

But I didn't dare harbor any improper thoughts.

About two weeks later, we were quite familiar with each other. One day, my friend suggested we go to 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 softly leaned 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 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 sat silently, savoring the excitement of the dance. That same day, we agreed to come back here to dance again, just the two of us, away from my friends.

I guessed she was embarrassed if her friends saw us.

The next day, we met at the dance hall as planned, beginning 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 if I felt she was seducing me. I said no, it felt natural. She asked why I didn't object, if I didn't feel like I was being taken advantage of. 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. My inner urges grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, one time, we were dancing again. Since it was summer, she was wearing a long, thin dress that day, with a low neckline. I had a premonition of what was going to happen. We hugged tightly, my lower body pressed tightly against hers. I was excited, my penis was very hard, and it gently rubbed 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 were behind my back, began to wander, touching her breasts through her clothes. She naturally turned slightly to let me touch them. I started touching her buttocks, and she said it was uncomfortable. She let go of my hand, and then moved slightly. 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 that she felt it wasn't exciting to touch her through her dress, so she lifted her dress herself, revealing her entire bottom 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 slipping into her buttocks. We were 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 take 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 passion and excitement of the moment.

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, and she slightly parted her legs. I gently stroked her genitals. We were both excited, and I suggested we get a room, which she agreed to. However, being inexperienced, we both forgot our ID cards. She still insisted 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 back to dancing, and I thought, "Let's do it the same as yesterday." As soon as we started dancing, we began touching each other without any restraint. I felt she was prepared; her panties were small, thin, and narrow in the middle, barely covering anything. I guessed they were semi-transparent, very sexy. It made it easier for me to touch her; I could easily touch her genitals without pulling down her panties. We regretted not bringing our IDs, 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, and without taking off her panties, just pulled them aside to expose my penis. She told me to squat down a little, and with one hand spreading her vagina and the other holding my already erect penis, she guided me to insert it 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 went blank, and I mechanically did as she asked. My penis hurt a little from her manipulation, and somehow, when I heard her say, "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, so I asked again, "Is it inside?" She nodded affirmatively. Only then did I believe that I had really penetrated a woman's vagina. I couldn't quite describe the feeling; it hurt a little, probably because of the position. I was very excited, my heart was racing, and I didn't think much, just stood there dumbly holding her tightly. She moved her hips a few times, prompting me to move, and I tried thrusting a few times. It felt great, I could feel the pleasure of my penis rubbing against her. Perhaps because it was my first time, I ejaculated quickly, shooting wildly and unrestrainedly into her vagina. I felt very tired, panting, and covered in sweat, all wet. We held each other motionless. After a while, my limp penis slipped out of her vagina. I saw her wipe her genitals with her hand and say, "Wow, a lot." We returned to our seats, and I saw her take some tissues and secretly wipe the semen I had left inside her. After the passion subsided, I slowly came to my senses, carefully savoring the passionate experience. Gradually, it became clear that I had lost my virginity—with a woman more than ten years my senior, and in such a setting. My feelings were complex; even now, I'm still wondering whether I should be happy or sad.

After the dance, due to my conflicted emotions, I didn't see her for several days. She contacted me several times, but I politely declined with various excuses. About two weeks later, she called me, saying that her husband had asked her to go out of town to manage business, and she would be leaving in a few days, not knowing when she would return. She wanted to see me. I finally agreed, and we arranged to meet at a hotel the next day. The next morning, I arrived at the hotel alone and saw her in the lobby. Without saying a word, I simply followed her into the elevator and went straight to her room. It turned out she had already booked the room. The air conditioning was on full blast, and the curtains were drawn tightly, making it quite dark. As soon as I closed the door, she eagerly turned and hugged me. We held each other tightly, kissing passionately. My hands roamed over her body, touching her breasts and genitals. She told me to take off her clothes, so I started to. With her cooperation, I stripped her down to her underwear. Her body writhed, her lower body rubbing against mine, and she slowly led me down onto the bed. I quickly took off my clothes too. My penis was erect. I roughly pulled down her underwear, and finally, I could clearly see her genitals. Although I had touched them many times, I had never looked at them closely. Her lower abdomen was quite full, her skin slightly loose, without any excess fat. Her pubic hair wasn't too much, but it was quite long. Her entire vulva was dark, making it appear somewhat plump. I parted her labia with my fingers; the inside was red and wet. I inserted my fingers into her vagina and began to thrust. Her body writhed, and she moaned. I couldn't take it anymore. I raised my penis to insert it, but I couldn't quite find the right spot. She lifted her legs, completely exposing her vagina, and grasped my penis, easily inserting it into her. I lay on top of her, thrusting rhythmically, my movements somewhat uncoordinated, but I could feel the pleasure emanating from the friction of my glans inside her. Soon, I cried out—I ejaculated! I felt my penis trembling inside her. I lay motionless on top of her, feeling exhausted. Slowly, my penis slid out of her vagina. I slid off her as well. She took some tissues and wiped her genitals, placing a few more outside her vagina. I realized then that semen would leak out. She told me she wasn't satisfied yet, and I said I was too tired to move, and suggested we wait a bit. She said it was okay. She then asked if I had ever had sex with a woman before, and I said yes, if you don't believe me, fine. She said it didn't matter. She wasn't important, but to me, it was very important. This was my first real sexual experience with a woman. Not long after, at her teasing, I had sex with her again, but the second time wasn't as exciting, and it didn't end as quickly. I finally brought her to orgasm, and her reaction was intense. That's when I realized how terrifying a woman can be when she's aroused. That day, we made love five times, trying several different positions. Looking back now, I regret not having her give me oral sex. She was incredibly passionate, saying she wanted me to never forget the experience and that I would always remember her.

A few days later, she called me. She said she was leaving, that she would miss me, and that if she came back, she would visit me again. She might settle down elsewhere and never come back. I was very sad and reluctant to let her go, but what could I do? I could only say that I hoped she would come back to see me someday.

And so, we haven't seen each other since, and we don't know anything about each other. Although I'm now married with children and enjoying family life, I sometimes can't forget her. After all, she was the first woman I ever had sex with. For a young man like me, just beginning my sexual journey, it's unforgettable. Even now, I still prefer middle-aged women; I admire their maturity. Perhaps it's related to that experience.

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