Posting a roommate ad unexpectedly led me to have sex with a 42-year-old mature woman.

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[Author: yihai1988]

I remember it was early 2009 when I met a girl (my current wife) through a dating website. At that time, I was working in Chengdu, while she was in another city in Sichuan. We mostly communicated through QQ, text messages, and phone calls. Occasionally, we would visit each other in each other's cities, so we were mostly apart.
Summer came quickly, and things weren't going too well at work. Plus, my girlfriend and I were deeply in love, and we both wanted to be together to take care of each other and avoid the pain of separation. I resolutely decided to resign. She was still studying at the time, and after learning that I had resigned, she ignored her family's advice and resolutely dropped out of school to come to Chengdu.
After that, we discussed going back to my hometown to start our own business, and then getting married when the time was right. My mother was also urging us to go back as soon as possible, saying that she had found a shop in our hometown for us to consider. However, I still had some work issues to deal with in Chengdu and hadn't finished handing them over. I had no choice but to ask my girlfriend to go back to my hometown first, and I would go home after I finished dealing with the issues.
After seeing my girlfriend off, I couldn't stay in the company dormitory anymore because I had resigned, and work would probably take another week or so, so I had no choice but to find a hotel to stay in. After about two or three days, with my girlfriend not around, I suddenly felt quite lonely, and my lower body started acting up. I started thinking about how to satisfy my sexual needs, and suddenly an idea struck me. I posted a roommate ad on the rental section of a lifestyle website I often browse,
titled: "I currently live in a single room, looking for a roommate to share the rent. Looking for a clean female, a night owl. No street girls, please. I'm male." Of course, I left my QQ (alternate account) and phone number. Then it was just a matter of waiting for someone to bite. Actually, I didn't have high hopes; if one came, great; if not, I'd just find my own way.
The next afternoon arrived. I'd been at the company in the mornings and had free time in the afternoons. Back at the hotel, I opened my QQ, and suddenly a cough came from the speaker. Reflexively, I immediately clicked on it and saw that someone with the username "Yuqing" had added me. I immediately accepted. Thinking the fish had taken the bait, I received a "beep" from QQ. I opened it and saw: "Hello, are you looking for a roommate?"
"Yes, but just so you know, I'm a guy," I replied.
"Hehe, so are you looking for a roommate or something else?" she teased.
I thought to myself, no, I can't reveal my true colors too soon, so I replied, "Of course I'm looking for a roommate. As for why I'm looking for a female roommate, it's because I want a male roommate to achieve yin-yang balance. There's absolutely no ulterior motive.
" "You make it sound so nice, but looking at your profile, you're only in your early twenties. I've been through this, you can't hide your thoughts from me
..." I was speechless.
We then talked a lot about this topic. During the chat, I learned that she was 42 years old, from Jiuzhaigou, and divorced for many years. Because she didn't want to stay in a place that hurt her, she came to Chengdu alone. She was currently staying at a friend's house, but her intention was to find her own place; staying with a friend all the time wasn't ideal. I honestly told
her that I was staying in a hotel and was just lonely and looking for online hookups. Then I suggested a video call. On the video, she seemed to have a good temperament, was well-maintained, and had a slightly plump figure. She wasn't particularly beautiful, and her face showed signs of weariness.
I said, "Since we're both single and get along well, why don't we meet up, chat, have a meal, and just become friends? Nothing more."
"You're too young," she said hesitantly. "My daughter is about your age. I can't handle being friends with you."
"Actually, friendship isn't measured by age. As long as you get along, age is no barrier. You know,
we chatted for a long time, and finally she agreed to meet up. We exchanged phone numbers and names (I lied and said my surname was Wang, and she told me to call her Sister Chen. It's better to use a fake name so she can't find me if something happens).
We agreed to meet at 5 pm at a bus stop not far from my place. After logging off, I was incredibly excited, since I'd never been with a woman of this age before. Time passed anxiously. Around 4 pm, she called to tell me she was almost there. After hanging up, I hailed a pedicab to the bus stop. Watching the buses stop and go, she finally arrived after about 20 minutes. She looked about the same as in the video." She possessed all the characteristics common to middle-aged women (weight gain), wearing a short skirt outfit resembling a business suit, paired with black stockings,
highlighting the sexiness of a mature woman. However, her shoes were quite unattractive (in my opinion). We exchanged greetings, perhaps a bit reserved, chatting idly. She said she was a little hungry and suggested we eat first. So we randomly chose a restaurant. We sat down and ordered. During the meal, she told me she used to be in an art troupe in Jiuzhaigou and showed me many photos of her past performances. From her conversation, I sensed her excellent manners and upbringing.
After the meal, I led her for a casual stroll. She said her feet were tired, and I immediately thought, "Sister Chen, why don't we go to my place to rest for a while? My feet are quite sore too."
She didn't object, nodded, and followed me to my place. After entering, I poured her a glass of water, and we sat down on the sofa together. I casually put my hand on her shoulder, keeping my eyes on her the whole time, afraid she might disagree. Fortunately, she didn't object. My hand slowly slid down to her waist.
"Little brother, don't do this. Didn't you say we were just chatting and having a meal?" Sister Chen said somewhat unhappily.
"Sister Chen, I'm really getting impatient, and I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable. I hope you won't be angry," I said tentatively, removing my hand.
"I understand how you feel. After all, at my age, my needs are even stronger than yours. But the age gap between us is too big. I can't handle it psychologically, and I'm afraid it will leave a psychological shadow on you. How about I help you relieve yourself? But we can't have sex, otherwise we can't even be friends," Sister Chen said.
At that moment, I seemed to agree with her, so I nodded. Then she took the initiative to unbuckle my belt and
pull down my pants. My penis was already as hard as steel. Sister Chen smiled slightly at me, then grasped my penis and began to gently stroke it. I wasn't idle either. I reached inside Sister Chen's clothes and touched her breasts. They were large, soft, and probably quite sagging, with erect nipples. Perhaps, as she said, her needs were indeed stronger than mine.
Then her stroking rhythm quickened. I released her breasts and reached for her legs, aiming for her genitals. Unfortunately, I didn't get what I wanted. She stopped stroking my penis, grabbed my hand, and said, "Little brother, no, don't cross my line, okay?"
Although I was somewhat driven by lust, I obeyed her.
"Sister, can you give me some oral sex?" I blurted
out, barely able to contain myself. She didn't answer, continuing to stroke my penis for about a minute. Suddenly, she lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth, starting to stroke it. I must say, her oral sex technique was truly excellent; there was no teeth involved at all. While giving me oral sex, she used her other hand to caress my anus, moaning softly. I think she probably wanted it too, but hadn't let go of her inhibitions.
After about 20 minutes of oral sex, I felt the urge to ejaculate and said, "Sister, I'm going to cum."
She ignored me and continued giving me oral sex. I finally reached my climax, holding her head and thrusting repeatedly, ejaculating all my semen into her mouth. She didn't spit it out; she swallowed it all. Afterward, she even cleaned my penis with her tongue.
Afterwards, she straightened her clothes and went to the bathroom. She stayed inside for at least 20 minutes, during which time I could vaguely hear moans coming from inside. I stood outside the bathroom and asked, "Sister, can't you just let go of those principles and let us have some fun? At least you won't feel so pent up."
"Little brother, don't say anymore. When I've figured things out, I'll definitely let you serve me well. Right now, I really can't take it anymore, so let me take care of it myself." Her voice came intermittently from the bathroom.
After she came out of the bathroom, we sat on the edge of the bed again, talking about our lives. We didn't mention sex again because I knew that if she didn't want to, even if I forced her, the quality of sex wouldn't be good. It
was getting dark outside the window, and she said she had to go back, otherwise her friends would worry. I tried to persuade her to stay, but she insisted on leaving. So I went out and called a car to take her away. Before she left, she gave me a deep kiss on the lips and told me that it would be best if we saw each other less often in the future, because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself.
After she left, I couldn't calm down for a long time. The scenes of her giving me oral sex kept replaying in my mind, and I suddenly regretted letting her go.
Perhaps some readers will say, "You idiot, you didn't even take the meat that was already in your mouth, what a waste!" Actually, I wanted to too, but her composure, kindness, and care made it impossible for me to resist her. Several times I had the urge to force myself on her, thinking that once my penis was inside, she would have to give in,
would she have to moan loudly that she wanted more? But I held back; my brain won over my cerebellum, haha. Of course, this is just a digression; more exciting things are to come, so please continue reading. It's a
quiet night, past midnight. I just had a long phone conversation with my wife for over an hour, but unfortunately, distance can't quench my thirst. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, my whole body burning with desire. It's true that desire really does rise sharply at night. If Sister Chen had come to see me at this time, I probably wouldn't have listened to a word she said, and I might have just knocked her over as soon as I walked in. I got up, turned on my computer, and logged into QQ. Surprisingly, she was online too.
"Sister, why aren't you resting yet?" I asked first.
She quickly replied, "Can't sleep, still thinking about today's events, you know."
Perhaps she was just as aroused as I
was. "Sister, you want it too, don't you? Why make yourself suffer so much? Can't we just let go of those unnecessary constraints and do it properly? Ever since I sent you away, I've regretted it. Every time I think back to how gentle and considerate you were when you gave me oral sex, I can't help but want to lie naked in bed with you, chatting without any inhibitions,
talking about our lives. I want to touch your breasts again, to enter your body, to make you feel comfortable with me, to enjoy the pleasure of sex together," I said seductively.

"Please stop talking, okay? I'm afraid I really can't hold back anymore," Sister Chen said.
"Sister, why are you going against your heart at this point? Actually, your heart and your body have already given in. Let go. I really want you to be lying next to me right now. Come over now, okay? Sister, I'm waiting for you."
After sending the message, she didn't reply. She was struggling, wasn't she? I didn't say anything more, just quietly waited for her reply. I knew she would come. I got up and made a cup of tea. My penis hadn't stopped moving. Perhaps it was also waiting for the warm paradise. After a few minutes, the beeping sounded. I opened it and saw "Wait for my call, prepare the condoms."
I waited anxiously again, pacing back and forth in the room. Finally, I went to the hotel entrance to wait. Then the phone rang. It was Sister Chen. She said she was almost there and
asked me to come to the door to meet her. Little did she know that I was already waiting at the door. A taxi sped up shortly after, and Chen Jie got out. She had changed her clothes; she was wearing a short, black, see-through dress, still in black stockings, and black high heels. She looked even sexier, and my penis involuntarily hardened. We went straight to the room without a word.
I eagerly grabbed her and we fell onto the bed. She asked, "Did you prepare condoms?
" I smiled and replied, "I always do."
"Let's take a shower first, don't rush. Tonight, I'll leave everything to you."
In the bathroom, she helped me take off my clothes, and I helped her. When she took off her stockings, I froze. Only then did I notice that the stockings weren't the same ones from the afternoon; they were now a pair of incredibly sexy garter stockings.
Seeing me staring, she said, "I know men like this, so I changed it especially for you."
I didn't answer, only responded with a grateful look.
She mainly helped me wash while I showered, paying special attention to my penis and anus. Of course, she also washed her own vagina several times. I thought she was worried I had a disease, so I asked, "Sister, are you worried I have a disease?"
She smiled slightly, "If I were worried you had a disease, I wouldn't have come today. I like clean sex; clean sex is much better."
After showering, I carried her to the bed. Just as I was preparing for my next move, she rolled over and kissed me. She made me lie flat and started kissing me, licking my earlobes and neck, then focusing on my breasts. Actually, I felt a sense of role reversal; these were things men used to do. I didn't think much of it and let her do as she pleased.
Slowly, her mouth moved to my penis, taking it in and stroking it. As she stroked it, she moved her buttocks towards me. I clearly... I understood what she meant. Only then did I have a chance to closely observe her vulva. It was a bit dark, which is typical for someone her age.
The flesh was quite full, probably the "baozi" type. Her vulva was already covered in vaginal fluid. I brought my mouth to that long-awaited vulva. The entrance had a slightly bitter taste; I wondered if this was common for older women, but I didn't dwell on it.
I focused on using my tongue to caress her labia and the surrounding area, then attacked her sensitive clitoris. Her moans were surprisingly loud, but completely genuine, primal. My hand slowly rubbed the entrance, then I inserted my middle finger, easily entering her vulva. It was warm inside. Then I inserted my second finger,
beginning to thrust and probe. With my tongue licking and my fingers thrusting, her body soon began to tremble. I removed my fingers, and a stream of white fluid slowly flowed out. I knew she had orgasmed.
Her mouth left my penis, and she looked at me, saying, "Little brother, I want more. I want you inside me."
I got up to open the drawer for a condom, but she hurriedly said, "No, I want you to go all the way in, not just through a condom . "
I didn't answer, but gestured for her to lie down and rubbed my glans against her vulva.
"Mmm...mmm...come in quickly, I can't take it anymore, I want it."
I ignored her and rubbed for a while longer. I thrust in easily, and it felt a bit loose, but there was still so much lustful fluid. She held my waist with her hands and pushed and pulled violently, as if afraid I wouldn't thrust. My hands were also busy caressing her breasts. After thrusting for a while, I gestured for her to lie down and stick her buttocks up, and I started the wheelbarrow thrusting. Her moans never stopped from the beginning.
Just as I was thrusting passionately, she suddenly got off my body.
"Little brother, can you lie down? I'll sit on top of you," she said somewhat lewdly.
After I lay down, she straddled me, guiding my penis with her hand. With a "plop," my penis entered her vagina. My hand caressed her breasts as her body moved rapidly up and down. Suddenly, I felt the urge to ejaculate.
"Sister, I'm going to cum," I said urgently .
"Mmm...cum, cum inside your sister's body, I want it, I want it."
I immediately got up and resumed the missionary position, thrusting rapidly. I let out a soft moan as a thick stream of semen shot out, all of it landing inside her. Afterwards, we took a shower together. Lying in bed, we chatted casually. She told me she hadn't had sex in almost a year. As we talked, I gestured for her to put on the stockings she had been wearing. Seeing her put them on, my penis immediately became erect—they were incredibly sexy. I gently stroked her legs through the stockings,
feeling an indescribable urge. Then she rolled over and pressed herself against me, kissing me again, licking from head to toe. This time, she didn't take my penis in her mouth. She just kept stroking it and my testicles with her hands. Her mouth moved down my penis, and she moved her body to my feet, picked up my foot, and took my big toe into her mouth, licking it incessantly with her tongue. The feeling was indescribably pleasurable. In terms of sexual experience, an experienced woman is definitely not something a young girl can compare to. She knows what you want, and she knows which part of your body feels better.
After licking all ten toes, she moved up my legs, all the way to my penis. This time, she still didn't give me oral sex, just caressed it. She gestured for me to bend my legs and raise them. Her tongue licked around my penis until it reached my anus, and suddenly I felt an electric shock. I really didn't know a man's anus could be so sensitive.
I couldn't help but let out a series of soft moans, "Oh... Sister, so good."
She ignored me and continued the dance of her tongue, her hands rhythmically rubbing my glans. I suddenly felt a feeling even better than sex.
She licked and rubbed for about 10 minutes, and my body began to twist irregularly. She suddenly stopped licking, took my penis into her mouth and began to stroke it, each time with a deep throat. I held her head and rhythmically began to thrust. And so, we finished a blowjob.
I got up, turned on the computer, put on some light music, and lay down on the bed with her in my arms.
"Sister, thank you for letting me experience unprecedented joy," I said tenderly.
"The essence of sex is pleasure and enjoyment. Sister should be thanking you for letting me liberate my body," she replied.
We embraced without saying a word, but I knew our hearts were completely open to each other.
The next morning, around dawn, I was suddenly awakened by a comfortable sensation. Looking up, I saw her head buried between my legs, stroking me incessantly. Perhaps sensing my awakening, she looked up at me and said, "Your little brother woke up earlier than you."
"Hehe, does sister want it?" I asked.
She nodded. I rolled over and pinned her down, kissing her full breasts, my hands exploring her honey pot, which was already overflowing with lustful fluids. This time, we didn't have much foreplay, going straight to her and thrusting into her overflowing honey pot. Her moans were still so intense and alluring. I maintained the missionary position for about 10 minutes, and
her body began to tremble irregularly. I immediately increased the speed of my thrusting. "Ah... quick, it's coming... it's coming..." After the shaking stopped, she suddenly pushed me away and ran into the bathroom.
"Sis, what's wrong?" I asked, a little annoyed.
"Nothing, you'll see in a bit," she replied from the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and said, "Little brother, let's continue," then got on the bed and stuck out her butt. I didn't think much of it and prepared to continue the battle, but she suddenly covered her vulva. She said, "Not here, it's behind. I want you to enter any part of my body.
Go get a condom. I just washed up a little, so it might be a bit dirty." (To be honest, I'd never tried anal penetration before. I always thought it was dirty, and I'd never had the chance to try the legendary anal penetration.) Without saying a word, I immediately took out a condom and put it on. When I tried to enter, I found that I couldn't get in. I spat a lot of saliva but still couldn't get in. I didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of hurting her. Then she spoke, "Go to the bathroom and get some shower gel to put on it."
After applying the shower gel, it was indeed much easier to enter. Slowly, the head of my penis went in. She said it hurt a little and to go slower. So I slowly pulled in and out, in and out. Finally, my entire penis was inside. My first feeling was how tight it was; my whole penis was completely enveloped. After entering,
I started to gently thrust in and out, then slowly increased the speed. She moaned, her hands constantly rubbing her vulva. My thrusting became faster and faster, and her moans became louder and louder. Soon, I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I increased the speed of my thrusting. I let out a soft moan and released millions of semen in the rapid thrusting. After pulling out my penis, there was still some excrement on the condom. I suddenly felt nauseous, so I went to the bathroom to remove the condom and repeatedly rinsed my penis.
Afterwards, we lay in bed embracing each other. He asked me, "Did you find your sister disgusting?"
"No, I'm just still a little unaccustomed to it." "I've never tried this before," I replied.
She didn't say anything more, but changed the subject.
We chatted idly on the bed for a while, then she said she had to go back, otherwise her friends would worry. Afterwards, I saw her off to her car, and of course, before she left, we hugged and kissed again. After seeing her off and returning to the hotel,
I suddenly felt a little sad, feeling very sorry for my girlfriend. I took out my phone and called her, saying how much I missed her, saying many similar things. My girlfriend said she thought I was acting strange today, and I replied that I just missed her too much. I originally wanted to be honest with my girlfriend and ask for her forgiveness, but unfortunately, I never had the courage to do so.
In the following days, after finishing my own business, I returned to my hometown. I maintained a sparse relationship with her. We kept in touch, but never met again. We only exchanged occasional phone calls, exchanging pleasantries and showing concern. There were no more inappropriate words or actions. Perhaps a shadow remained in both of our hearts, but neither of us spoke of it.
I was very excited and thrilled while writing this novel, but as I write this, I can't help but feel a sense of melancholy and loss. They say the past shouldn't be mentioned, and indeed, the past truly shouldn't be mentioned. My writing isn't very good, which might affect your reading experience.
Please forgive me. I will strive to improve the quality of my future works. Although it's not perfect, it's realistic. If you, the readers, find it enjoyable, please give me a thumbs up. I would be extremely grateful.
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