A mature woman I met through a roommate ad

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I remember it was early 2009 when I met a girl (now my wife) through a dating website. At the 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, so we were mostly apart. Summer arrived, and things weren't going 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 quit my job. She was still studying at the time, and after learning I had quit, she disregarded her family's advice and dropped out of school to come to Chengdu. We then discussed going back to my hometown to start a business and getting married when the time was right. My mother was urging us to go back soon, saying she had found a shop there for us to consider. However, I still had some work issues to resolve in Chengdu. I had no choice but to ask my girlfriend to go back to my hometown first, and I would go home after I finished my work. 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 am male." Of course, I left my QQ (alt account) and phone number. Then it was like fishing—wait and see. 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 QQ notification. 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 what are you looking for?" she teased. I thought to myself, "No, I can't reveal my true colors too soon," and replied, "Of course I'm looking for a roommate. As for why I want 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 judging from 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 conversation, 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, as staying with a friend all the time wasn't ideal. I honestly told her 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 were both single and got along well, why not meet up, chat, have a meal, and just become friends? #You're too young. My daughter is about your age. I can't handle being friends with you. She said hesitantly. Actually, friendship isn't measured by age. As long as you get along, age is no barrier, right? We chatted for a long time, and finally she agreed to meet. We exchanged phone numbers. (I lied and said my surname was Wang; 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, as 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 come and go, she finally arrived after about 20 minutes. She looked much like she did in the video, possessing all the common characteristics of middle-aged women (weight gain). She wore a short skirt outfit resembling a business suit, paired with black stockings, highlighting her mature sexiness. However, her shoes were quite unattractive (personal opinion). We exchanged greetings, perhaps a little reserved, chatting casually. She said she was a bit hungry and suggested we eat first. www.niniqu.So we randomly picked 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. I could tell from her conversation that she was very well-mannered and refined. After the meal, I led her for a casual stroll. She said her legs were tired, and I immediately thought, "This is promising." "Sister Chen, why don't we go to my place and rest for a bit? My legs 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 object. But thankfully, she didn't seem to mind. My hand slowly slid down to her waist. "Little brother, don't do this. Didn't you say we were just going to chat and have a meal?" Sister Chen said, somewhat annoyed. "Sister Chen, I was really getting impatient, and I was 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 scar on you. How about I help you get it out, but we can't have sex, otherwise we can't even be friends," Sister Chen said. I seemed to agree with her at the time, so I nodded. At this moment, she took the initiative to unbuckle my belt and take off my pants. My penis was already as hard as steel. Sister Chen smiled at me slightly, then grasped my penis and began to gently stroke it. I wasn't idle either; I reached into Sister Chen's clothes and felt her breasts. Her breasts were large and soft, and they seemed to sag quite a bit, with erect nipples. Perhaps, as she said, her needs were indeed stronger than mine. At this moment, her stroking rhythm began to increase. I released her breasts and reached for her legs, attacking her genitals. Unfortunately, she didn't give me what I wanted. She stopped stroking my penis, grabbed my hand, and said, "Little brother, don't, don't cross my line, okay?" Although I was feeling a bit horny, I still obeyed her. "Sister, can you use your mouth on me?" I said, almost unable to control myself. She didn't answer me, and continued to stroke my penis. After about a minute, she suddenly lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth, starting to stroke it. I have to say, her oral sex technique was really good; there was no teeth involved at all. While giving me oral sex, she used her other hand to stroke my anus, and she was also making moaning sounds. I think she probably wanted it too, but she hadn't let go of her mental reservations. After about 20 minutes of oral sex, I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I said, "Sister, I'm going to ejaculate." 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. Afterward, 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. Standing outside the bathroom, I asked, "Sister, can't you put aside those principles and let us have sex properly this once? At least it wouldn't make you feel so uncomfortable, little brother. Don't say anymore. When you've figured things out, you'll definitely let me serve you properly. Right now, I really can't take it anymore; let me handle it myself." Her voice came intermittently from the bathroom. After she came out, we sat on the bed again, talking about our lives. We didn't mention sex again because I knew that if the other person didn't want it, even if we forced it, the quality of sex wouldn't necessarily be good. It was getting dark outside, 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. I went out and called a car to take her away. Before she left, she planted a deep kiss on my lips and told me it would be best if we met less often, as 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 I'm an idiot for not taking what's rightfully mine, what a waste! Actually, I wanted to take it 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 her, she would have to give in and moan loudly that she wanted it. 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. Sure enough, lust really does surge at night. If Sister Chen had come to see me at this hour, I probably wouldn't have listened to a word she said, and I might have just pushed her aside 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 that she couldn't sleep and was still thinking about what happened today, you know! Perhaps she was burning with lust just like me. "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, chat without any inhibitions, talk about our lives, and want to touch your breasts again, to enter your body, to make you feel good and enjoy the pleasure of sex with me," I said seductively. "Please stop, 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? Your heart and body have already given in. Let go! I really want you to be lying beside me right now. Please come over, sister, I'm waiting for you! @#$ After sending the message, she didn't reply. She's probably struggling. 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, secluded paradise. [Link: Triple-Dice-Exchange]A few minutes later, a beep sounded. I opened it and saw "Wait for my call, get your condoms ready!" Another anxious wait ensued. I paced back and forth in the room, finally heading to the hotel entrance. Just then, the phone rang. It was Sister Chen. She said she was almost there and asked me to meet her at the door. Little did she know I was already waiting. A taxi sped up shortly after. After parking, Sister Chen got out. She had changed her clothes—a short, black, see-through dress, still wearing 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 hugged her and fell onto the bed. She asked, "Did you get your condoms ready?" I smiled and replied, "I always do. Let's take a shower first. Don't rush, I'll leave everything to you tonight." After we went into the bathroom, she helped me take off my clothes, and I helped her too. When we got to her stockings, I froze. That's when I noticed they weren't the same ones from the afternoon; they were a pair of incredibly sexy garter stockings. Seeing me staring, she said, "I know men like these, so I changed them especially for you!" I didn't answer, just gave her a grateful look. While showering, she mainly helped me wash, 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, worried I might be sick, and said, "I won't come today. I prefer clean sex; clean sex is much better!" After showering, I carried her to bed. Just as I was about to take the next step, she rolled over and kissed me. She made me lie flat and started kissing me, licking my earlobe and neck, then focusing on my breasts. I felt a sense of role reversal; these were things men used to do, but 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 hips towards me, and I understood her intention. Only then did I have a chance to closely observe her vulva. It was a bit dark, which is normal for someone her age, and the flesh was quite full, probably a "bun-like" vulva. Her vulva was already soaked with vaginal fluid, and I brought my mouth to the long-awaited opening. The entrance had a slightly bitter taste; I wondered if this was common in 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. 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 quickly said, "No, I want you inside me completely, not just through a condom!" I didn't answer, but gestured for her to lie down, rubbing the head of my penis 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 easily penetrated her honey hole, it felt relatively 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 signaled her to lie down and stick her butt out, and 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?" she said somewhat wantonly. After I lay down, she straddled me, held my penis with her hand, and with a "plop," my penis entered her honey hole. My hands caressed her breasts, and her body moved up and down quickly. Suddenly I had the urge to ejaculate. "Sister, I'm going to cum." I said somewhat urgently. "Mmm...cum, cum inside sister's body, I want it, I want it." I immediately got up and resumed the missionary position, thrusting as fast as I could. I let out a soft moan, and 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. When I saw 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 took the initiative to roll over and press herself against me, kissing me again, licking from head to toe. This time, however, she didn't take my penis into her mouth. She just kept stroking my penis and testicles with her hands. Then her mouth moved down my penis, and she moved her body to my feet, took my foot, and sucked on my big toe, 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, she knows which part of you feels best. 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 stroked 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, continuing the dance of her tongue, her hands rhythmically rubbing my glans. Suddenly, I felt a feeling even more pleasurable than sex. She licked and rubbed for about ten minutes, and my body began to writhe irregularly. Suddenly, she stopped licking, took my penis into her mouth, and began to stroke it, deep throating each time. I held her head and rhythmically thrust in and out. That's how we finished a blowjob. I got up, turned on the computer, put on some soft music, and lay down on the bed with her in my arms. "Sister, thank you for letting me experience unprecedented pleasure," 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 feeling. Looking up, I saw her head buried between my legs, stroking me incessantly. Perhaps sensing I was awake, she looked up at me and said, "Your little brother woke up earlier than you!" "Hehe, does sister want it?" I asked. She nodded, and I rolled over and pinned her down, kissing her full breasts while my hands explored her wetness, which was already overflowing with desire. This time, we didn't do much foreplay; I went straight to her and began thrusting into her overflowing wetness. Her moans were still so intense and alluring. I maintained the missionary position for about ten minutes, and her body began to tremble erratically. I immediately increased the speed of my thrusting. "Ah...faster, it's coming...it's coming..." After the trembling stopped, she suddenly pushed me away and ran into the bathroom. "Sis, what's wrong? I seem a little depressed," she asked. "Nothing, you'll find out soon enough," she replied from the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and said, "Little brother, let's continue." Then she got on the bed and bent over. I didn't think much of it and prepared to continue the battle. Suddenly, she covered her vulva. She said, "Not here, it's behind. Sister wants you to enter any part of my body. Go get a condom. Sister just washed up briefly, so it might be a little dirty." (To be honest, I had never tried anal sex 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 I couldn't. 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. At this time, she said, "Go to the bathroom and get some shower gel to put on it." After getting the shower gel and putting it on, it was indeed much easier to enter. Slowly, the head of my penis entered. She said it hurt a little and to go slowly. So I slowly pulled in and out. Finally, my entire penis entered. My first impression was how tight it was; it completely enveloped my penis. After entering, I began to thrust gently, then gradually increased the speed. She moaned, her hands constantly rubbing her vulva. My thrusts became faster and faster, and her moans grew 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 countless semen during 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, removed the condom, and repeatedly washed my penis. Afterwards, we lay in bed embracing. He asked me if I found her disgusting. I replied, "No, I'm just still a little unaccustomed to it. I've never tried this before." She didn't say anything more but changed the subject. We chatted idly in bed for a while, and she said she had to go back, otherwise her friends would worry. Afterwards, I saw her off to her car. Of course, before she left, there was another round of embracing and kissing. 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 my girlfriend, 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 couldn't muster the courage. After finishing my business over the next few days, I returned to my hometown. I maintained sporadic contact with her, but we never met again. We only exchanged occasional phone calls, exchanging pleasantries and showing concern. There were no more inappropriate words or actions. Perhaps a lingering shadow remained in both of our hearts, but neither of us spoke of it.

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