Recalling that affair

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This is a true story from shortly after I started working.

Back then, I'd say I was an introverted person. Seeing girls, especially pretty ones,
would fill me with a strange panic; my face would turn red before I could even speak. However, 21 years of suppressed desire left me
with an irrepressible longing for mature, voluptuous women. In parks, on the street, in any
public place, whenever I saw a woman with large breasts and a curvaceous figure, even though "moral decorum" held me back, I would secretly
peek at their private parts and white breasts from their occasional careless sitting posture or unbuttoned blouses. It
gave me an unparalleled pleasure.

I noticed her entirely by chance. She was six years older than me. Although not particularly beautiful, she was sexy
and alluring, and she always liked to intentionally or unintentionally flaunt her firm, perky breasts, which, despite having breastfed a five-year-old
child , remained strong and shapely. It was precisely those captivating breasts that lured me step by step
into an affair with her.

Perhaps it's in men's nature, but when they see a woman, their eyes always instinctively scan her figure
. That day, after dinner, I passed by the factory's water dispenser. I habitually glanced at the people getting water, and
she, without a bra, was carrying two thermos flasks out the door. Her two full, firm breasts
swayed in front of me through her white, sheer blouse, the dark brown areolas and nipples clearly visible. In all my life, it was the first time I'd ever
seen the breasts of a mature, full-figured woman so clearly yet vaguely. Instantly, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction washed over
me, and I immediately became aroused. She, who was walking out of the water dispenser, noticed me staring at her,
glanced at my crotch, and gave me a suggestive smile: "Dr. Xiao, have you eaten?!" My face flushed
instantly . I smiled sheepishly at her, murmured "Mmm," and immediately turned and headed towards the ward.

Every time I glimpsed her breasts through her collar or the edge of her shirt, I felt an indescribable excitement.
A colleague who often played mahjong with her, being a good friend of mine, unintentionally acted as a go-between, and
we became quite familiar with each other. That year, during the National Day holiday, the hospital organized a movie outing in the city, and sitting next to her
sparked the idea of getting closer to her. I then carried out my first step according to plan. At that time,
although I wasn't a virgin, taking the step to have an affair with a married woman was still very difficult.

I don't remember the name of the movie that day, let alone the content, but I had decided
to make contact with her unintentionally, observe her reaction, and then decide whether to take
the next step. I planned to pat her leg as if I were completely engrossed in a particularly exciting part of the movie, placing my hand
on her leg. Even if she wasn't interested in a relationship with me, or even if she objected, this action wouldn't put either of us
in an awkward situation. Even if our colleagues noticed, they wouldn't suspect anything. And indeed,
that exciting moment became eternal. She showed no sign of backing down, and then covered
the back of my hand with her soft palm . At that moment, I knew I could finally have those full breasts I had always dreamed of.

From then on, desire burned within me. But reason was not consumed by lust. For a while, she
often brought her son to my dorm to play or chat in my office, or she would take the opportunity to go back to her parents' home and wait for me at the movie theater entrance.

The first time I touched her firm breasts was the second time she came to my dorm with her son. My
roommate had just gone out, so I lay on the bed, she sat on the edge of the bed, and her innocent son sat on the opposite
bed playing with his toys. At first, I stroked her round, smooth back from behind, and slowly my
hand moved from inside her clothes to the front, touching her cleavage, and stroking her nipples, which were still erect even through her bra, with my fingers.
I only heard her let out a soft moan, and then she unhooked her bra herself from behind, and my large
palm completely covered the full breasts I had longed for. I took a deep breath, and my penis immediately sprang to attention
. Her nipples hardened under the gentle caress of my hands, and like a baby nursing, I fondled one
breast while tenderly stroking the other. Finally, I opened my fingers and kneaded both her nipples. She
couldn't help but moan again. Her son looked up at her, puzzled, and I quickly withdrew my hand in fright
. In the days that followed, whenever we were together, I always tried to find ways to touch her breasts. Sometimes I would catch her off
guard in the office and hug her tightly from behind, feeling the elasticity of her full breasts, or I would secretly drop a marble into her
cleavage and then take it out. For a while, I only touched her breasts.
We would both blush, and whenever I wanted to go further, she would hold my hand tightly
and gently say, "Not now, baby." And each time, I would wisely stop.

I knew that moment was not far off. This went on for about twenty days. That
night, she brought her son to my dorm again. She was wearing elastic-waisted pants. I first touched her
breasts , then slowly moved down to her slightly protruding belly. I heard her take a deep breath.
I tentatively touched the waistband of her pants. I heard her breathing quicken. I slipped my hand inside, touching her
soft lower abdomen, and quickly slid it down. Ah! I felt her sparse pubic hair! The waistband of her panties wasn't very tight. I
pulled it open a little, revealing a large patch of dark pubic hair. I found her labia among this clump of hair. I was extremely excited
. I pulled off my shorts, and with my drooling penis, I pressed it against her. I used the glans to spread her vaginal opening,
and when I was sure I was safe, I let go, placed my hands on either side of her face, leaned forward, and slowly
inserted my penis into her vagina.

To be honest, her vagina was relatively loose, but if it weren't, I wouldn't have been able to insert it so easily. Because I hadn't had sex
in a long time , the pleasure was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

My heart skipped a beat, and I saw her tremble slightly. She immediately whispered in my ear,
"Baby, don't touch me, I can't hold back!" But instead, she grabbed my already hard penis and started rubbing it through
my pants . "I miss you so much, baby!"

By this time, I was already on the verge of arousal, but because her son was right in front of us, we didn't dare to be reckless
. She tightly clamped her legs together, preventing me from continuing. "No matter what, you have to let me touch you," I
whispered in her ear. By this time, she was already "drenched in moisture." I reached inside, my palm covering her vulva
, which was almost completely wet. Her juices soaked my hand, and the back of my hand unexpectedly touched her...
Her pants were wet. I gently hooked my little finger upwards towards her clitoris, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"

as her whole body tensed. All three people in the house were startled. That night,
unable to contain my excitement, I masturbated three times, filling the room with the smell of semen.

The moments when she let me touch her genitals in public were even more thrilling and exciting.

Perhaps the most dangerous thing is also the safest, and women are very
clever .

To deceive my colleagues, I usually brought my roommate along when we went out. Our entertainment at that time mostly consisted of going to
the park, and even more often, watching movies. She always sat between us in the movies, wearing a long skirt, and to
make it easier for me, she would put her legs on the seat in front of her, leaning slightly forward to block my colleagues' view. I would then
reach my hand between her legs from the armrest. Sometimes she wouldn't even wear underwear. While I was surprised, she would always
smile at me, which only fueled my passion. I started by gently
pinching her labia majora from top to bottom with my hands, touching them lightly for a while until I felt her vaginal fluid seeping out. Then I used my fingers to part her labia majora and stroked her labia minora in the same way, until her vulva was thoroughly wet. Next, I used my fingers, moistened with her vaginal fluid, to caress her clitoris. I searched for the G-spot on her clitoris and stroked it with varying pressure until she quietly and passionately told me, "I'm burning up inside, if you touch me any more I'll make it happen here, baby!" At this point, I absolutely wouldn't give up. I would immediately insert my fingers into her vagina and gently stir them against her clitoris until she couldn't hold back any longer. I only stopped when I was afraid my colleagues would find out. I don't know if my colleague really didn't notice or was just pretending, but on the way back , she was still talking to me about the plot with great interest, and I could only respond with "uh-huh" and "ah-ah." I say she's clever because of her reaction when, during the crucial moment of our lovemaking in the dorm, the sound of a colleague's key turning disturbed our erotic reverie. There are traces of our lovemaking in my dorm, at her house, and even outdoors. But making love in my dorm was the most dangerous. We always seized every possible opportunity to sneak into the dorm to make love. The most dangerous time was during work hours. That one time, she and I walked towards the dorm, understanding each other perfectly. Then, we would both undress each other simultaneously; she would only I would take off all my clothes, and then we would go straight for the "golden dragon." Every time, I could feel her dripping wetness, which excited me greatly. As I thrust forcefully, and she swayed her full hips and twisted her waist in ecstatic reciprocation, the door, already locked, made the sound of a key being inserted. At that moment, I was completely terrified. She immediately pulled me off, who was frantically trying to put on my pants , and with a "whoosh," she pulled them on, rushed to the door, unlocked it, and braced herself against it , as if joking with a colleague, while gesturing with her eyes for me to hurry up and put on my pants. In my haste, I could only cover myself with the blanket. In that brief instant, she was fully prepared. Seeing that I was ready, she nonchalantly opened the door and laughed with her colleague, then secretly made faces at me. If my affair with her at the factory was due to my uncontrollable youthful impulses, what makes her unforgettable , and what makes me deeply attached to voluptuous, mature women, is her rich sexual experience and the meticulous care she showed me during sex. Before her, I had also tried my hand at it. However, after being with her, I truly experienced the joy of sex. She gave me unparalleled pleasure, she made me lose my way. It was a drizzly spring morning. She, who drove the shuttle bus, woke my roommate at 6:00 AM to go to the city for errands. Half-asleep, I heard someone knocking and calling me. Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed and opened the door. She rushed in like a whirlwind, then slipped under my covers to tell me she had switched shifts with someone. I knew this was going to be a passionate morning. That morning, she gave me a reason . She sat under the covers for a while, caressing me through my clothes and pants. Once her hands were warm, she slipped them inside my pants and gently squeezed my already erect penis, seemingly reluctantly playing with my testicles. I had already impatiently unbuckled her belt and caressed her slightly moist vulva. At first, we just silently comforted each other. She was starting to lose control. Her abdomen trembled intermittently, as if urging me to enter her immediately. Suddenly, she whispered to me, "Baby, we can't go on like this anymore. This morning was our last time, but I want you to remember me forever." She kissed me, slipped under the covers, and took my penis into her mouth. At first, she only licked the head of my penis with her tongue, until she saw I was losing control and then she climbed out. Next, she used her right middle and index fingers to control my arousal at the base of my penis. Afterward, she took off her pants, unhooked her bra , pulled off my panties still on my lap, and made me put on a sweater so we could make love sitting down. She grasped my penis, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and gently sat down until I was fully climaxed. I felt her warm, soft vagina still gripping my penis like a virgin's. At first, she didn't move, and I experienced a thrill that I felt with the women I would make love with for the next ten years and more. It felt like a feather gently tickling your itch, or like turning on a hot water shower when you're exhausted and a stream of heat quickly flows from one point to your whole body. For the first time, I couldn't help but groan. I was enjoying the pleasure it gave me. Then, she slowly began to move, sometimes lifting her buttocks and gently sitting down until her vagina swallowed my penis; sometimes slowly lifting her plump buttocks and quickly sliding them down to stroke my penis; sometimes thrusting wildly, a wisp of heat rising , and I felt as if I were about to explode with her thrusts. "Baby, I can't hold back anymore," I said, my words like a whirlwind. She grabbed my head and thrust desperately until I used all my strength to hold her buttocks, pressing tightly against her clitoris. At this moment, my penis could no longer withstand my almost frantic thrusting, and with a forceful jerk, I violently ejaculated white, cloudy semen, a wave of pleasure spreading throughout my body... As I was halfway through ejaculating, my eyes remained fixed on her vagina. Persistence paid off ; just as her thighs parted to their widest point to put on her panties, I saw her labia slightly open, and the vaginal cleft also slightly parted as her labia opened. I also saw...

I saw a few glistening drops of liquid inside the crevice…

What I also remember vividly is her tenderness and care during sex…

I'm not the kind of macho man netizens describe. Although I've made
significant , I was still no match for the experienced woman's prowess back then.
Sexual life was tense then; I had to endure the moral and psychological pressures of the time, as well as the societal
judgment that would follow if we were discovered. Therefore, being inexperienced in sex, I was mostly in a passive and pampered
position throughout the process. I remember the first time we made love at her place was after midnight. She lived in one of those apartment
buildings with a shared balcony and suites in the back and front. To get there, I had to tiptoe out of the apartment, risking being discovered by
her roommates on the same floor. I gently knocked on the door, and it opened immediately.
As soon as I entered, she hugged me tightly and whispered, "Baby, don't be nervous, no one will know!" We
embraced and went to the bed. I saw two cups of hot tea and a neatly folded towel on a stool beside the bed.

She took off my clothes, then quickly disarmed herself, lay down on the bed, and opened her arms, saying,
"Baby, sleep on me, let me hug you!" I obediently lay down on her voluptuous body, burying my face between her
breasts, my hands caressing her thighs, my abdomen rubbing between her legs. The curtain rose in this
scene . I was like a spoiled child, letting her do as she pleased, guiding my mouth and hands
to roam all over her body. Then I sat up, and we sat naked facing each other. I wrapped one arm around her and caressed
her breast with the other. She then used a mirror to look at her genitals and showed me their structure. Afterward, she took my
hand and gently touched her clitoris until white fluid flowed from her vaginal opening. Then, she made me lie down.
She knelt on top of me, guiding my penis into her vagina with her hand, while she moved her hips. I
clumsily responded to her. She gazed at me with eyes that were both infatuated and lustful. In that captivating
gaze , her swaying breasts stirred my heart as well. Watching my hard penis enter and exit her
slippery, warm, still pink vulva, seeing the vaginal fluid that came out when my penis was withdrawn and
the edges of her vagina turning inside out, I couldn't control myself. I jumped up, pushed her onto the bed, spread her legs,
and thrust in and out wantonly. She skillfully moved her plump buttocks, pushing me step by step towards orgasm. After ejaculating, she turned over,
placed me on the bed, took a towel to wipe me clean, brought me tea, and used her left hand to support my head and feed me water.
After washing herself, she gently held me, tightly clamping my legs between her fleshy thighs,
and fell asleep peacefully in her arms...

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