A mature woman from a matchmaking agency whom I met at a blowjob dance hall

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There are many QQ and WeChat groups for middle-aged and elderly people now. These groups are mostly comprised of men and women over 35, with many of the women being divorced. They often feel lonely and participate in social activities to pass the time and make friends. Of course, some who click can become friends with benefits, lovers, or simply acquaintances. There are also groups with similar lifestyles, social status, and values, some of whom are remarried.

In these groups, they present a different side of themselves than they do in their daily lives and work. Of course, to win over a woman in these groups, you have to take it slow and patient, be able to enjoy her company; immediately talking about sex usually ends in failure.

A while ago, I met a mature woman who loved ballroom dancing.

I always thought ballroom dancing was similar to square dancing in parks, something you do after dinner. But after talking to her, I learned that there are still those kinds of dance halls from the 1990s that charge admission. After much pleading, she took me there once.

These dance halls are usually large factory buildings or basements left over from the relocation of old workplaces. After some simple modifications—installing a sound system and adding some stools—it was all set up.

She took me to the basement of an office building, about 300-400 square meters, with a concrete floor, several chandeliers on the ceiling, and a few spherical spotlights that could rotate in the corners. It opened at 7 PM and closed at 10 PM every night, closed during the day. Tickets were 10 yuan each, or 12 for 100 yuan.

When we arrived, there were already quite a few people there; some were chatting, some were smoking, all over 40 or 50 years old. I felt a little embarrassed, partly because there weren't any younger people, and partly because I was probably a new face, and many people stared at me. The women were all dressed up, and the men were all looking sharp.

The sound system played old songs. My sister told me that if you didn't want to dance, you could sit and watch, or you could invite someone to dance. The chandeliers would go out at the beginning of each song, making it dark inside, and then come back on when the song ended. There was a five-minute break in between, during which you could find a dance partner.

She also told me with a mischievous grin that if a woman invites a man to dance, he's a shill for the dance hall, earning ten yuan per dance, but you can hug, kiss, and touch her as you please.

Soon, people started looking for partners and heading towards the center of the dance hall. The woman asked me if I wanted to dance, and I said I'd wait and see.

A little while later, she was also invited to dance. Perhaps because it was early, people were quite well-behaved, and I didn't notice any groping or touching. It was quite dark inside, and I could only make out the occasional woman who came near me; they were all older women, and I didn't see any with any youthful charm.

After a few songs, the woman returned to my side and asked why I wasn't dancing. I said I was a little embarrassed.

She smiled and said she'd find me a beautiful woman to dance with. After a while, she brought over a woman who looked to be in her forties. She was very fair-skinned, wearing a red sweater with a low neckline, revealing her white neck. She had long, wavy hair tied in a ponytail, and her face was heavily made up, with drawn eyebrows and lipstick. When she smiled, deep crow's feet were visible. Below, she wore a black miniskirt, black stockings, and high heels. She also had a touch of fiery red lipstick.

I quietly asked the woman who brought me if she was a plant, and if I needed to pay her. She said she was her friend, and I should relax and have fun; she'd treat me after the dance. She also whispered that she was incredibly seductive, getting wet easily, and told me to tease her properly.

Encouraged by her, I wasn't so embarrassed anymore. The music started, a slow waltz. Because I had participated in a ballroom dance club in college, I had some basic skills. At first, I asked her what to call me, and she said to just call me Sister Sun.

Because the music was quite loud, she couldn't hear me clearly, so she leaned her head closer. She was fairly tall and also wearing high heels, so my mouth was right next to her ear.

At first, there was some distance between her head and my shoulder, and there was still a gap between us. After a while, she put her head completely on my shoulder, and we were practically embracing each other while dancing, with no real rhythm.

Women love sweet talk, so I whispered in her ear how beautiful she was, how great her figure was, and how young she looked. My hand kept stroking her back; her sweater was thin, and it felt wonderful to touch, especially since she had quite a bit of extra fat around her waist.

After a while, I noticed her breathing was a little heavy. Looking down, I saw she had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying it. From this angle, I could see a mound of white flesh on her chest, and with so many people around, it felt quite exciting.

So I slipped one hand under her skirt and stroked her stockinged buttocks, my little finger constantly hooking her cleft.

Just as I was enjoying myself, she pulled away from my shoulder and told me the song was almost over. We danced a few more times as usual, and then the lights came on. We

went down to rest, and when it started again, we didn't go up; we just sat down and chatted. She leaned close to my ear and said, "You danced well, and you're handsome too."

The more she talked, the more cheesy it became, so I slipped my hand under her sweater from behind and stroked her back, not daring to do anything inappropriate, especially with so many people around.

A while later, she asked me to go to the restroom with her. Since I didn't know what it was like inside, I followed her.

Exiting the dance hall through the back door led to a stairwell. Going up to the first floor, there was a corridor with rooms on both sides—the kind of old-fashioned office buildings now rented out to various small companies. The restroom was right next to the stairs.

I initially wanted to go in with her to see what we could do, but since it was a public restroom, I was afraid of running into other people and didn't dare go in.

When she came out and started walking back, I grabbed her in the stairwell and hugged her from behind, saying, "Sister, the air inside isn't good. Can we stay here for a while

?" She smiled and turned around, asking what I wanted to do.

I hadn't had enough of touching her inside, so I wanted to take advantage of the situation and play with her a bit more. I put my hands inside her sweater, pushed up her bra, and started kneading her breasts with both hands. Her breasts were large, but very saggy. I also kept kissing her neck and ears.

She trembled slightly, removed my hands, pulled down her bra, adjusted it, told me to wait there, and went back to the dance hall.

I was wondering where she'd gone, and a little while later she returned with her coat and bag. She told me to follow her back downstairs to a door with a sign for a matchmaking agency. She took out a key, opened the security door, and pulled me inside.

I was a bit dazed, not understanding what was going on. This seemed to be the office of a matchmaking agency; there was a suite inside with two desks and a sofa.

After we went in, she drew the curtains and then hugged me, trying to kiss me. Before I could figure out what was happening and was about to ask her, she urgently said, "Don't ask, just kiss me."

Seeing how eager she was, I didn't care anymore; I'd already had some unfinished business. I started taking off her clothes, quickly stripping her top and bra off. She pressed my head against her chest, moaned, and offered me her breasts. We'd had

enough foreplay, and she was a bit frenzied. While I was sucking on her breasts, I pulled off her skirt, my hand on her genitals through her stockings.

She released my head, kicked off her high heels, sat on the sofa, and took off her stockings. Then she made me come over and suckle her breasts. She'd only pulled down one leg of her panties, and she started moaning and masturbating.

After suckling her breasts for a while, I observed her vagina. It was already soaking wet, and the panties still hanging on her legs were also wet. She rubbed her clitoris with one hand, so I used the other to touch her vagina.

She told me to penetrate her, so I inserted my fingers and finger-stimulated her. She reached down and unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and started stroking my penis. She kept telling me to hurry up, that I should thrust into her quickly, and she should stroke me quickly too.

After a while, she said, "Little brother, come and fuck your sister, my pussy is so itchy."

I didn't have anything on hand at the time, so I didn't dare to have sex with her without a condom. I increased the pressure of my hands, using two fingers to tease her vagina and knead her clitoris. She was very wet, gushing out in spurts. I also pulled down one of my pants legs and had her lie on the sofa, then put my penis in her mouth.

I hadn't showered when I came, so it might have smelled a bit when I first put it in her mouth. She glanced at it but didn't say anything, continuing to masturbate me while sucking on my glans. My hands weren't idle either, using all sorts of techniques to stimulate her vagina. It

might have been a bit too stimulating, because a few minutes later, without warning, I ejaculated into her mouth. She jolted awake, found a flowerpot, spat it into the pot, picked up a cup from the table, rinsed her mouth, and sat on the sofa, panting.

As I cleaned my penis, I asked her if she felt good.

She smiled and said no, it wasn't as good as the real thing.

I said we have to be hygienic, we didn't have a condom, I'll make you feel good next time.

I then asked her what kind of place this was, and she said she had nothing to do after retiring early, so she and a few girlfriends opened a marriage agency. This was their rented office, and the dance hall was also rented from this unit. They went there to dance whenever they had free time. She even asked if I was married and if I needed her to introduce me to someone.

I asked if she could introduce me to a casual sex partner. She asked if she could be my casual sex partner, and I said I'd love to, I really like her, and I got hard while dancing.

She said everyone who danced there was a middle-aged bachelor in their forties or fifties. She'd never met anyone as young as me, and she got wet too.

After those cheesy words, I got a little aroused again, so I touched her breasts and asked if I could give her another blowjob, that I wanted it again.

She said young people recover quickly, and she took her cup, then rinsed my penis in the trash can. She

then put it in my mouth. I wanted to give her a handjob, but she said no, it was too stimulating, her legs were still weak, and she had no strength left.

Just as we were enjoying the blowjob and about to ejaculate, my phone rang. It was the woman who brought me there asking where I was, saying the party was almost over.

So I quickly ended it, left my contact information, and went back to the dance hall to find her. We went out to eat together. After dinner, I took Sister Sun from the matchmaking agency home. When it was just the two of us, she asked where I'd been while we were dancing.

I said the air inside was bad, so I went out to chat.

She looked at me with disbelief, touched my crotch, and pinched my penis, saying, "You haven't

been up to anything, have you?" Her pinching aroused me; I hadn't been satisfied earlier. So I pinched her breasts in return, asking if she was horny and wanted more.

We flirted all the way to her apartment building. She said she wanted to find a chance for me to sleep with Sister Sun; she wanted to see how a man could make her squirt.

Hearing this, I felt a surge of desire. I grabbed her, not letting her leave, and drove to a secluded spot in her neighborhood. Seeing that no one was around, I pulled her to the back seat, ready for some car sex.

The car was small, and unless you're really aroused, car sex isn't a good option—the door lock was too tight. I quickly pulled down my pants, and without much foreplay, I awkwardly entered her.

Since we were in her neighborhood, and I was worried about running into acquaintances, she kept glancing outside. I was only focused on releasing my lust. Perhaps due to the tension and excitement, she quickly reached orgasm, collapsing in the back seat. I sped up as well, and at the moment of ejaculation, I felt short of breath, dizzy, my legs went weak, and my heart raced. That's probably the allure of car sex.

Afterwards, we tidied our clothes and parted ways. After two rather stimulating sexual encounters that night, I felt exhausted. But the thought of possibly having a threesome with two mature women in the future still fills me with anticipation!

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