My passion with a woman 16 years my junior

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The young proprietress, who ran a clothing store, had the character "Jing" in her name. If it weren't for that character, I wouldn't have slept with her... So let's just call her Jing.
After graduation, my first job was as a professional subject teacher at a vocational high school in a county-level city on the southeast coast (I won't mention the subject, and there weren't any of those teacher-student affairs in the news... although my students were all teenagers, fifteen or sixteen years old, with minds even more lewd than mine). Being a teacher is quite busy from Monday to Friday, watching over the students every day because they're quite mischievous, and I still have to fulfill my responsibilities as a teacher. Weekends are a bit better, plus, the high-speed train from here is less than half an hour to the famous seaside tourist city of XM, where many of my classmates are. So naturally, during my semester teaching there, whenever I had free weekends, I would be in XM (of course, later it was because I always went to see Jing for some intimate moments).
One weekend, as usual, I boarded the high-speed train to XM. While looking for my seat, I noticed a woman next to me wearing a simple, long dress and with long, flowing black hair reaching her waist. She looked to be in her early thirties (later confirmed, she was indeed well-maintained). Although her face wasn't conventionally beautiful, she had a certain charm and elegance. I glanced at her a few more times, and unexpectedly, she turned around, and our eyes met. I could only awkwardly nod slightly and say, "My seat is here," before sitting down. The next ten minutes or so were incredibly awkward, so I won't go into details. When it was time to get off, just as I was about to leave, she called out to me, "Young man, just a moment, could you help me get those bags from the luggage rack?"
"Um... sure, is it these?"
"Uh, all of those are..."
I looked, and holy crap, three huge cloth bags! What the hell was that stuff in them?! I had to suppress a laugh and help her unload them all. Each bag was soft and surprisingly heavy!
"Thank you!" "
It was nothing, no need to thank me,"
I said and left. It wasn't until I was queuing for a taxi outside the station that I saw her struggling, hunched over, dragging those three bags, slowly moving towards me.
"It's you again."
"Yeah, the stuff is too heavy, I'm walking slowly," she smiled.
"Where are you going? Dragging so much stuff by yourself."
"I'm going to X Road in S District. There's been a bit of an unexpected situation this time, I have to rely on myself..."
"I'm also going to S District. Although I'm not going to X Road, I'm not in a hurry. How about I help you?" I was actually fine, and seeing how much she was struggling, my traditional virtue of helping others kicked in, so I offered.
"Really? That's too much trouble for you! I've really met a benefactor today!" "
You're welcome. Here, let me help you. The car is here."
So, like I was looking for trouble, I followed her around for over an hour, carrying two big bags. To be honest, I was quite nervous. I didn't know the area well. Where was she going to lead me? I was in real danger, right?
Then, I followed her to the entrance of a women's clothing store on X Road. The young girl selling clothes in the store immediately ran out.
"Sister, you carried all the stuff back by yourself. Where's Xiao Chen?"
"His mother had a sudden heart attack. I told him to go back to see his mother as soon as possible. I lent him the car to drive back to his hometown."
I instantly understood. The pile of things I helped her carry were all her stock. She must be the owner of this small clothing store. The person who went to buy the goods with her had something come up, so she had to rush back by high-speed train.
Then came the small talk and thanks. She gave me her business card—"XX Jing," a pretty name. There was a QR code on the back of the card. At first, I thought it was the official WeChat account for her clothing store. On my way back to my classmate's house, I scanned it out of boredom, only to find it was a personal WeChat account. The profile picture was the same bright smiling face I'd seen earlier. That's how we got to know each other. We chatted occasionally, and she gradually learned that I was a teacher at H Vocational School, and I learned that she had been divorced for many years, her daughter had just started junior high, and she ran her small clothing store. After we became more familiar, I would often invite her to dinner or tea when I visited XM on weekends. I remember once she said she could tell fortunes, so I asked her to tell my fortune:
"You're lacking water in your Five Elements, and your name has a fire radical, which isn't good."
"Is there such a thing as supplementing what's missing in a name?"
"Yes, yours is lacking water!"
"Then what are you lacking? Your name is Jing, does it mean you're lacking sunshine?" "Actually, I didn't even realize how dirty that sentence could be...
Then she instantly blushed: 'You're quite young, but your thoughts are quite mature.'
That's when I realized what she meant by 'mature,' so I joked with her: 'Oh my god! I didn't even realize what she meant! Sure enough, you adults are always thinking about embarrassing things!'
'What am I thinking about? I've been a nun for so long, why would I think about that!' " "
You're only a latecomer to the world of Buddhism, who knows how much of a novice monk's life wisdom you absorbed before you became a nun?" "
If you're going to absorb anything, it'll be now. Have you ever heard of a young girl being as ravenous as a wolf?"
"So you're already as ravenous as a wolf!" "Stop pretending!"
...
That's right, two people 16 years apart in age sat in a corner of a food stall and started discussing sex and love. "
From how she lost her virginity at nineteen, how many men she'd been with, what she liked, to the positions she used for sex, we covered everything. Even after she got home, we kept chatting on WeChat:
"It's been so long since we've done it. Even an old nun like me gets all wet just from chatting with you."
"Why didn't you say so earlier? If you had, I would have taken you back to secular life tonight."
"Who's taking me? You? You're just a little kid who hasn't even grown any hair yet, don't be silly!"
"You think I learned all that from watching porn? I've had girlfriends before, haven't I?" "
My girlfriend and I are different. You can make her scream, but I can make you scream!" "
I don't believe you."
"Try it if you don't believe me!"
"Afraid of you? Where would you try?"
"Stop joking, it's about time to go to sleep."
"Sister Jing, I'm not joking, I'm serious, I really want you right now!"
Then there was silence. I checked my phone countless times to see if it had no signal, no credit, or if she had blocked me. Because WeChat hadn't buzzed at all... After those agonizing five minutes, a message finally popped up on the screen:
"Hotels are too expensive, come to my place, my daughter is asleep!"
My heart was in my throat. I quickly took a taxi to her house. Of course, when I got downstairs, I didn't forget to buy a raincoat...
Upon entering, I was struck by her wearing a lace slip dress to open the door. Unable to resist, I pinned her against the wall, my mouth and hands working in tandem, each targeting specific areas. She, not to be outdone, frantically unbuttoned my shirt and belt. We grappled, shedding our disguises as we moved towards the living room. Just as we reached the sofa, she yanked down my pants and grabbed my penis: "Yours is so big…come in, I can't take it anymore." I quickly bent down to find a condom in my pocket. She, who had already turned away, her buttocks raised towards me, turned back and pulled my penis towards her: "No need for a condom, I'm not a little girl." Hearing this, I didn't care anymore. After rubbing my penis against her vulva a few times, I forced my rock-hard penis into her vagina. With a long, soft moan, she began to move in and out. Actually, I quite like this. The woman's buttocks are facing me, and all I need to do is hold her hand and thrust my lower body back and forth effortlessly. I can hear the wonderful sounds coming from the flesh in front of me, which is simply intoxicating... After Jingjie cried out a few times, she realized she couldn't be too loud, so she held my buttocks and signaled me to stop: "Let's go to the room." I said okay, so I turned her around and had her sit on the armrest of the sofa. I spread her legs, inserted myself again, wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifted her up, and walked while thrusting into her soft lower body. After entering the room, I closed the door, took off my shirt, pounced on her, and then pressed down on her and thrust violently... I don't know if it was because I hadn't done it for a long time or because I was too nervous, but I couldn't hold back for long. After a few deep thrusts, I ejaculated all over her body. "The first time ended so awkwardly and hastily." After I went soft, she reluctantly stroked my little brother: "It's been so long since I've done it, I've almost forgotten what it feels like." I felt incredibly awkward: "Sister Jing, let me catch my breath..." She interrupted me: "Even if you don't tell me, I won't let you off the hook tonight."
That was the first time I experienced what it meant to be with a woman. Basically, after bringing her to orgasm the second time, it was unstoppable. The specific details have become hazy, but I remember that night, after we finished, I fell asleep and she gave me oral sex until I got hard, then we continued, then after that, I fell asleep again and she gave me oral sex until I got hard again, then we continued... To be honest, having given birth, my vagina wasn't particularly tight, but she was very proactive and knew how to extract my desire... The next morning, she woke me up early, told me to go out for a bit, and that she would take her daughter out so I could come back and go back to sleep. Then she gave me a set of keys to their house... I was speechless...
In the months that followed, until I resigned and left that small county-level city, I seemed to maintain this kind of relationship with Sister Jing roughly every one to two weeks. There's not much to repeat, because it was mostly the same: except for the occasional car sex at the beach, we almost always made love at her house. Once, we were almost caught by her daughter. Looking back now, I actually miss it quite a bit.

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