I arranged to meet someone with poor manners.

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I kind of regretted meeting this woman. She was a married middle-aged woman. She said she was 32, but I guessed she was probably 36 or 37. I added her through the "People Nearby" feature while I was at work. Something happened after we met.

I texted her the first day, but she didn't reply. I texted her the second day, and she still didn't reply. I texted her the third day, and she still didn't reply, so I deleted her. Two days later, she added me on WeChat. I had completely forgotten who she was. After adding her, she asked me, "Why did you delete me?"

I replied, "Who are you? I don't remember you."

She said, "You added me a couple of days ago, and then deleted me yesterday. What does that mean?"

I thought for a long time, then looked at her profile picture and remembered. I said to her, "Oh, I remember now. I added you three or four days ago, and you never replied to my messages. Why wouldn't I delete you?"

She said, "I'm busy at work."

Then we chatted on and off. I learned that she was from the south and had just bought a house in this city last year. She worked as a cleaner at a research institute near my workplace. After chatting for a few days, I asked her if she had any photos to look at. She said she didn't, that she was ugly and never took pictures. Then she asked for my photo, so I quickly took a selfie and sent it to her. After seeing it, she said, "You look so young, like a little kid." After that, I started asking her out, asking when she was free to meet up. She asked why we'd meet, and I said just to chat. She said, "Isn't chatting on WeChat better?" I said, "It's more fun to chat in person." Then she changed the subject, neither saying she'd meet up nor not.

One day, around lunchtime, I texted her asking what she wanted for lunch. She replied that she didn't know, so I said I'd treat her, since we didn't work far apart. She asked what I planned to treat her to, and I said there were plenty of options nearby. She agreed.

When we met at our agreed-upon place, she seemed like an ordinary rural woman working in the city. She didn't dress up, her skin wasn't very good, and her looks were average, even somewhat unattractive, but not the kind of ugly that made you want to shun her. She saw me, but kept tilting her head, avoiding eye contact, and then secretly smiled. I was a little disappointed in her, but too embarrassed to say I had something to do and leave. So we wandered around the neighborhood looking for something to eat, eventually having fried rice and vegetables, finishing around 1:00 PM. I asked her what time she was going back to work that afternoon, and she said there was no fixed time, as long as it wasn't too late. I said to her, "Then let's find a place to rest."

She glanced at me and asked, "Where to rest?"

I said, "Let's find a hotel and take a nap."

She laughed and said, "Go if you want, you're up to no good."

I knew she understood what I meant, so I made a joke and changed the subject, continuing to chat as we walked, occasionally suggesting we get a room, which she always vaguely refused. As we crossed a pedestrian bridge, I stopped, grabbed her butt, and said, "Let's go to a hotel and rest for a bit."

She flinched as if she'd been electrocuted, and whispered, "Are you crazy? There are so many people around." Then she stopped too, and we stood on the bridge. I kept urging her to go to a hotel. She remained silent for a long time. I knew she was struggling with her decision. I couldn't rush things, but I couldn't let up either; I had to proceed gradually. I started making small talk, interspersed with topics like openness and sex. At that point, I didn't really expect her to go to a hotel with me, but I had to keep a glimmer of hope. In the end, she refused. Then we went back to work.

After that, I never contacted her again. She wasn't my type; she wasn't pretty, and looked rather old-fashioned, but she wasn't the kind of prey that I couldn't bring myself to touch. If I had to describe my true feelings at the time, it would be like a chicken bone – not worth eating, but too good to throw away. If it didn't work out in the end, it wouldn't matter; I just felt it wasn't worth spending time on her. She, on the other hand, would occasionally text me, and I'd give her a perfunctory reply.

About three days later, I texted her again, asking what she was doing after work. She said nothing. I said I'd come find her after work. She asked what we should do, and I said just a walk. She said, "Come on over." I was thrilled, thinking I had a chance. After work, I casually mentioned my work to a colleague who was working overtime, and then went to meet her. It was rush hour, and the traffic was terrible. It took me over forty minutes to walk five stops to the location she sent me. I texted her to let her know I'd arrived, and she replied twenty minutes later.

"You're kidding, right? I don't believe you."

I replied, "Ugh, what's there to lie about? I really got here."

I sent her my location, but she said the location didn't count and asked me to take a picture of the bus stop sign where I got off. I took one and sent it to her.

What angered me was that she didn't reply. I pressed her to confirm whether she was coming or not, but she didn't respond; it was like she had disappeared. I was furious and wanted to yell at her on WeChat, but I held back and just gave her a few lukewarm replies.

"What's the point of this? Is it fun? If you want to mess with me, just say so. It's not like we haven't made plans before."

After that, I deleted her WeChat without hesitation, feeling incredibly angry, and took the bus home.

Two days later, she added me again. I ignored her, but she added me several more times, so I accepted.

Her first message to me was, "Why did you delete me again?"

I replied, "Hehehe, you don't even know what you did, yet you ask others."

She said, "Hehehe, you're so petty, like a woman. Women are more magnanimous than you. Besides, what's wrong with a woman being a little temperamental?"

To be honest, seeing her say that made me feel disgusted. She's so old, yet she talks like a little girl. I didn't know how to reply, so I just sent an awkward emoji and told her I didn't want to talk to her anymore and hoped she wouldn't bother me. Just as I was about to delete her WeChat, she said something that stopped me.

"You just want to sleep with me, don't you? Even animals fawn over each other when courting. You want to sleep with me but you're so arrogant."

I said, "Fawning is the only way to get what you want."

She said, "Then let's see if you can actually fuck me."

She sent the word "fuck," and I immediately got hard, feeling very excited. So I started to soften up again, talked for a while, and we went back to normal. At that time, I knew I could definitely sleep with this girl; it was just a matter of time.

About a week later, one day after work, I was watching a movie on the projector at work when she texted me asking what I was doing. I said I was at work, about to reply. Those two days, my sex drive was particularly strong; seeing her text, I wanted to sleep with her. After chatting for a while, I said directly to her, "If you're free tonight, let's find a hotel to chat."

She replied, "Why is your mind always on hotels?"

I said, "I like hotel life, it's very comfortable."

She said, "Do you stay in hotels every day? You look very rich."

I replied, "I don't have much money, I'm just a loser. Hahaha..."

Then I deliberately steered the conversation towards sex, without being too direct, wanting her to know my purpose, but not so much that I would upset her and completely ruin my chance. During this time, she didn't reply for a long time. I thought she hadn't agreed, so I prepared to go home after watching the movie. Just as I finished packing and was about to leave, she texted me.

She said, "Can you lend me some money? I lost it all playing mahjong, and I'm afraid my husband will scold me when he gets home."

I immediately understood that she wanted me to give her money before she would go to a hotel with me. Normally, I would definitely disagree; she wasn't worth the money to sleep with. But at that moment, I was driven by lust, so I asked her how much she wanted. She said she wanted 500. I said it was too much, I only had 200. She said 200 was too little. I said I only had 200, you see, if it's okay, then it's okay, if not, then forget it. In the end, she compromised and set it at 200. Then she told me to go to a place to find her.

It was the same place she'd led me to last time. After we met, we went to find a hotel. She asked if I'd brought condoms. I said yes, but honestly, I wasn't entirely sure. My libido was even stronger then, and in the hotel elevator, I grabbed her butt with my hand. She dodged, saying there were security cameras.

Once we were in the hotel room, I immediately started touching her, and she kept dodging; I could tell she was still nervous. Then I tried to take off her boots, but she kept resisting and I couldn't get them off. I then tried to rub her breasts, and she pushed my hand away again. I was a little angry and said, "What's wrong with you? Didn't we agree? Don't waste time; it's so late, I need to go back soon."

She said, "You bad guy, you're so mean."

To be honest, if she were a very pretty woman, I would find that romantic and interesting, but on her, it just seemed a bit pretentious. Thinking about what she said after I deleted her that day, I felt disgusted. I just wanted to have sex with her quickly, release my pent-up desire, and then leave. Half an hour had passed since I entered the room, and she hadn't even taken off her shoes. She kept trying to avoid me, and several times, even with great force, I couldn't subdue her. I didn't want to continue the entanglement, so I packed my bag and said I was leaving. She said, "Then go ahead." I picked up my bag to open the door, and she came over and grabbed me, saying, "What are you doing? Why are you leaving already? This is pointless." I didn't say anything, just hugged her and rubbed her buttocks. She didn't resist anymore, then got into bed and started taking off her clothes. After she was halfway undressed, she told me to go take a shower. I went, but I was very hasty in my shower. By then, her dawdling had already made me lose interest; I just wanted to finish quickly and leave. After I came out, I asked her if she wanted to shower, and she said no. If it were any other time or any other woman, I wouldn't have been interested, but with her, I suddenly felt aversion. If she didn't shower, I wouldn't even feel any sexual desire, so I told her to go shower. She still insisted on not washing, her attitude very firm. I was standing naked next to her, my penis already soft. She said, "Look, your penis is soft."

To get her to wash, I lied and said I'd give her oral sex and lick her vagina if she washed. She hesitated a few times before going to wash. The sight of her undressing aroused me again. She ended up going to the bathroom wearing only her underwear. After coming out, she put her underwear back on.

I didn't want to do foreplay before going to bed. At this point, she was only wearing her underwear, and she couldn't get it off no matter what she did. It was clear that she wasn't just being dramatic; she was genuinely under psychological pressure. It took a lot of effort to finally get her underwear off. By then, I was very hard, standing straight up. I touched her vagina; it was already very wet. I scooped up some vaginal fluid and showed it to her, saying, "Look how horny you are, and you still won't let me fuck you." She didn't say anything, her eyes slightly closed. I held my penis in front of her and said, "Lick my cock." She still kept her eyes slightly closed and didn't say anything. I pressed my penis against her mouth, and she quickly pulled away, saying, "You're so annoying."

I didn't want any foreplay. I put on a condom, pressed myself against her, and prepared to penetrate her. She hesitated for a moment, then blocked the entrance with her hand, saying, "Didn't you say you'd lick me? Why aren't you licking me before you fuck me?"

I didn't want to waste any more words. My penis was hard, and I wanted to get in quickly, so I used a few brute force strokes and found the entrance to insert it. The moment I entered, she clearly twitched. At first, I thrust hard a few times, the sound of our bodies colliding was loud, and she moaned a few times from the impact, hitting my back and saying, "Are you crazy?" I whispered in her ear, "Your pussy is so wet, it feels so good to fuck you, are you enjoying it?"

She whispered, "Mind your own business."

This time was different from before. The times I saw her acting cute, I felt a little disgusted, but when we were having sex, these words excited me. I started thrusting very forcefully and continuously. She got aroused too, her breathing became heavier, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, lifting her head to kiss me. But I really couldn't muster the desire to kiss her; seeing her face so close made me uncomfortable. I just gave her a couple of perfunctory kisses, then switched positions, with me kneeling between her legs, her legs spread in an M-shape for penetration. A large puddle of her juices soaked her buttocks. After a while, she said she wanted to be on top, so we switched positions, with her riding me. She sat on top and started stroking me, enjoying it with her eyes closed. Her movements were fluid and skillful; none of the other women I'd been with before had been as good in this position. She occasionally opened her eyes to look at me. I asked her, "Does your husband enjoy you this much?" She said, "Don't talk." After a while, I had her switch to a kneeling position, and I penetrated her from behind. For some reason, the initial pleasure was intense, but after a minute or two in the kneeling position, the pleasure suddenly subsided, and I didn't feel like ejaculating. I kept thrusting, quite forcefully, and her moans grew louder. I could clearly feel her convulsing, saying, "Stop, stop moving, stop moving, stop..." Then she twisted her body and sprawled on the bed. It took her a while to recover before she said, "It feels so good, I haven't felt this good in ages." I told her I hadn't ejaculated yet, and she willingly opened her legs, letting me continue. But I just didn't want to ejaculate, the pleasure wasn't intense, and she wasn't very wet anymore. It seemed she didn't want to continue either. When I stopped to rest, she asked if I hadn't ejaculated yet, and I said yes. She said coquettishly, "Oh dear, why haven't you ejaculated yet? I can't take it anymore." I didn't care and kept thrusting, and finally ejaculated, after about half an hour. To be honest, apart from the first ten minutes or so being quite pleasurable, I basically didn't feel anything afterward; it was just for the psychological comfort of ejaculating.

After we left the hotel, she asked me for money. When I went to get it for her, I realized I'd forgotten it at work. The 100-odd yuan I'd needed for the room was in another pocket, and I hadn't brought my bank card either, so I told her the truth. At that moment, she acted like a completely different person. She grabbed me tightly and yelled, "Fuck your mother! Are you trying to mess with me? You're not leaving until you pay me!"

Seeing her drastic change in attitude, I was startled and said, "I really didn't bring any. I wouldn't cheat you like this. I'll definitely pay you."

She still yelled loudly, "Do you think I'm stupid? Trying to play with me for free?"

People on the street were looking our way, and I felt a little uneasy, so I kept explaining myself. She continued to curse and swear, finally saying, "You won't pay, huh? Fine, I'll call my husband right now and have him bring some people over."

This time I was truly terrified. While she was taking out her phone, I turned and ran, without looking back. Afterwards, I could hear her hysterically screaming things like "fuck your mother" and "son of a bitch. " After running for about ten minutes, I felt safe and took out my phone to block her on WeChat. That's when I realized she had already called several times and was calling again. I answered, and she immediately started cursing: "You fucking wait, I'll kill you, or I'm not a Pan!" I quickly explained to her, and she calmed down. I calmly told her, "Don't worry, tomorrow at 1:00 PM, at xx place, I'll definitely give you the money." She then asked me, "Then why were you running?" I said, "Sister, you even called your husband for backup, how could I not run?" She actually laughed and said, "With your guts, you think you can hook up? If I called my husband, he'd kill me too if he found out."

The next day, I met her at the agreed place. She was very calm. I gave her the 200 yuan and explained what happened last night. She said, "I know you're telling the truth, I was just too excited last night." Then she asked if I wasn't going to treat her to lunch. I made an excuse about work and left.

I thought we'd lose contact, but I didn't delete her. She'd still message me on WeChat every now and then, asking how I was doing. One day she said she wanted to send me a box of local specialties from her hometown and asked me to come pick it up, but I declined, saying I was on a business trip. Another time she asked why I was being so cold and didn't want to talk to her, and I always said I was busy. The last time, it was late at night, and she asked what I was doing and wanted to chat. I was watching porn on my phone and masturbating, so I replied, "I'm watching porn and fantasizing about fucking you. Spread your legs so I can fuck you properly."

She replied, "Go fuck your mother, you idiot. No man is any good." Then I messaged her again and found she had deleted me.

[The End]

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