[My romantic encounter, perhaps]

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Let me tell you about a romantic encounter.

I was going to a training school in a certain place for a month for work (I'm a man of passion, after all).

Although I was temporarily away from home and work, I was already itching

for a memorable romantic encounter (otherwise, I'd have to resort to sex and money).

Haha, fate was kind to me. On my first day, I threw down my luggage and suddenly my eyes lit up.

A beautiful, voluptuous

, and charming woman in her late twenties (let's call her Min) was walking towards me.

My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly regained my composure and politely approached her, asking, "Teacher,

hello! Where do I register for the accounting class?" (I learned this from the forum; asking for directions is a great

way to strike up a conversation—it allows you to get closer and assess whether a deeper connection is possible.)

She smiled and pointed, "I'm not a teacher." "Oh, you're in the accounting class too (who can blame

me, there are so few men doing accounting in my company)? Report to room 108 in the administration building.

" My heart leaped with joy: "Then we're classmates! Please take care of me from now on." "By the way, have you reported

yet? "

Knowing the answer already, I pressed for closer contact.

"Just reported a little while ago, and I was just about to go out to buy some things." Even her voice was so pleasant.

"If it doesn't take up your time, could you help me get there? I have a terrible sense of direction.

And I also want to buy some things."

She thought for a moment: "Okay." (Later, in bed, I asked her why she didn't reject me, and she said it was because I was good

-looking, kind, and sincere. Haha, luckily she didn't see through my true nature).

On the way to report and to buy things, I tried my best to use all my dating skills, making Min laugh heartily.

After shopping, we went into Pizza Hut, ordered her a pizza and an orange juice, and said thank you.

She felt I was being too polite, saying we were classmates and she felt bad asking me to order such expensive food,

which added another layer of goodwill to her.

Hehe. Since she liked me, I shouldn't be modest and should start my offensive.

I started by tentatively chatting about Min's work, family, and such, and I also told her about my own situation.

However, she seemed reluctant to talk about her family. Through my indirect conversation, I learned that Min was

from this city , 29 years old, and had been divorced from her philandering husband for over a year, without having children. She was usually

very lonely, and after work, she would chat online to pass the time… So I also talked about how lonely single men are, how I hadn't

met the right person to marry, etc… We were both in the same boat, and the distance between us slowly closed.

She was busy with her studies and had a tight schedule, but she still had some free time. Two weeks passed, and besides

discussing studies, we had met up for meals a few times, and I felt we had become much closer. During our casual conversations, I often

joked with Min, and under my influence, she seemed more cheerful and beautiful. Meanwhile, I seized

the opportunity to subtly hint at and tease her, interspersed with my most classic jokes, making her want to laugh but afraid

to, only managing a weak laugh while pretending to grit her teeth and punch me.

It was so stifling and unbearable, but thankfully, we quickly became familiar with each other and suggested a get-together for dinner and karaoke.

What's meant to happen will happen, won't it? Effort always pays off, and justice prevails.

That Friday night, everyone toasted each other, consuming quite a bit of beer, and the alcohol

heightened . At the karaoke, Min had also drunk a bit too much; her fair face was flushed,

her almond eyes hazy, quite alluring. Slightly drunk, I whispered to Min, greedily inhaling her seductive scent

… My turn came. I whispered in her ear, "I'll dedicate this song to you." With my years of imitation skills and heartfelt

singing, I finished reciting Andy Lau's "You Are My Woman." The applause from my classmates drowned out my well wishes: ...

...for... May she always be beautiful, happy, and joyful...

Midnight passed, and the students gradually left. I said, "Let me take you home. Walk with me for a bit. I've had a little too much to drink

today , but I hope I didn't overdo it." She smiled at me with gentle eyes (something was definitely going to happen).

"Okay," I replied with eager eyes.

After walking for a while, perhaps because she had indeed drunk too much, she swayed slightly. I quickly reached out and put my arm around her waist (she

was very well-maintained, without an ounce of fat) to support her, asking, "Are you alright?" She shook her head and said she was fine. And so, I supported her

waist, and without realizing it, her head rested quietly on my shoulder. Under a tree not far from her house, I said, "Are you tired

? Let's rest." She obediently stopped, pressing herself very close to me face to face, gazing at me with a soft,

alluring breath…

(I'd be a fool not to touch her and kiss her.)

I felt her hot breath and slight trembling, and could no longer resist. I wrapped my arms around her waist, cupped her

face, and pressed my burning lips to hers. She returned the kiss passionately… my light kisses, deep kisses, long kisses…

…She threw herself into my arms, her breathing quickened, she stroked my back, her lower abdomen pressed tightly

against my penis…

I responded passionately, holding her tightly (my penis was already erect), my hand

slowly , quickly unhooking and slipping inside her bra, easily finding her breasts—not very large, but

firm and very pleasant to the touch… Under my caresses, she finally couldn't resist: “Take me upstairs…”

We helped each other upstairs (it was midnight, no one would see), opened the door to the bedroom, and I laid her down

on the large Simmons bed. I took off my clothes, then removed hers. She trembled slightly, making a token

struggle, as if to maintain her last vestige of womanly dignity. I laughed, and she laughed too, a laugh that carried

the unspoken understanding between us, easing any awkwardness.

Her skin was so delicate and flawless, as perfect as a piece of crystal jade. Her beautiful lines were fully revealed, and

I admired her from the bottom of my heart. My hands gently caressed her, as freely as touching the surface of water. My lips softly

slid down her neck to her fragrant shoulder. She leaned back slightly, and I held her close, afraid she would escape my embrace

. She wouldn't run away, nor could she, for I could feel from her hands that they

tightly held my head, unconsciously playing with my hair. I kissed her lips, and she

looked at Of course, I understood that this was just a woman's way of expressing shyness, meaning she liked it very much, and for me, even more so...

It was an encouraging suggestion.

"Come on," I heard her call, and she shyly covered her face. I couldn't control my impulse.

Seeing the few dewdrops glistening on her tight petals, I aimed and thrust into her... My penis instantly

felt warm, so tight. At the same time, ah... a long-awaited sound escaped her throat.

Perhaps it had been a long time since we'd done it; her vagina was also very tight, gently and passionately enveloping my penis. As I

increased the frequency of my penetration, her eyes became more "eager," showing an increasing sense of need.

She moaned with pleasure, gripping my waist with her hands, her lower abdomen thrusting upwards. My glans felt the tightness of her

vaginal walls, waves of pleasure washing over me...

With a shudder, her whole body tensed, and my glans felt a burning sensation. I knew she had come. Proudly, I increased my

speed and strength, thrusting fiercely dozens of times, finally penetrating her deeply amidst her pleasurable moans. The intense

pleasure surged through my brain, and I ejaculated...

Postscript: Since that time, we often made love after class, mostly at her house,

but always late to avoid being seen (after all, we weren't married). She was fascinated by our lovemaking,

not just by technique, but also by the environment, the sensations, and the emotional investment.

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