The cherries ripened, the plantains turned green: A recollection of a young woman's rendezvous.

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This date was something I'd been preparing for a long time. Let me start from the beginning. About a few months ago, a guy on 69.com added me as a friend. After accepting, we chatted casually, since we lived in the same city, not far apart. We mainly talked about things like our sex lives, whether they were harmonious or not. From our chats, I learned that the guy was under fifty, and his wife was around 47 or 48. His wife had a high sex drive, while he was struggling sexually. Later, through his interactions with his wife, I learned that this was indeed a problem. I chatted with him for a long time and learned that he wanted to find a casual partner or lover for his wife to satisfy her and make things easier for himself. Knowing this, I readily volunteered. However, he still had many concerns, which boiled down to: neither of their wives could know, and it couldn't affect either family. After I made my promises, he carefully sent me his wife's WeChat ID. He also instructed me to communicate with him promptly if there were any problems, so as not to ruin things for small gains.
Entrusted by the guy, I added his wife on WeChat, and she later accepted. The hardest part was actually starting the conversation. Following my brother's instructions, we took it slow, getting to know each other first before delving deeper. Throughout the chat, I addressed her as "sister," which I felt felt more intimate. Initially, it was just simple greetings, with intervals varying from a week to two weeks. As we became more familiar, I tried to arrange a meeting, since our workplaces weren't too far apart. Thankfully, she readily agreed. At that moment, I felt a little excited, like when I was meeting someone I met online in college. We arranged to meet after get off work. I was sitting in a café near the subway station, with a good view outside. Soon, a figure appeared. From a distance, she looked around 45 years old, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. She had a decent bust and a good figure. We approached shyly and greeted each other. She had wrinkles, which is typical for her age. Compared to my wife (I'm 36, my wife is 30), she was a little less attractive, but considering my brother's expectations, I decided to at least try my best, regardless of whether it would work out. Our first meeting was just a simple meal together, where we chatted about family and work. She was actually more nervous than I was. Once we got started, things progressed rapidly. We began discussing things related to married life—what we'd call flirting these days—and she didn't seem to mind.
Our second meeting was at the end of June. One day, as usual, I texted her, saying "Hi, sister." She replied quickly, and I asked her out for dinner, which she accepted. It happened to be raining that day, and she said she had nowhere to go after dinner. A perfect opportunity! I immediately replied, "Then I'll treat you to a nightclub." Unexpectedly, she said she'd come over. Happiness is so sudden! I quickly booked a room online for a few hours. Later, she came over for dinner, and I showed her the booking information. She said, "What are you doing?" After dinner, I took her to the hotel I'd booked.
It was our first time going to a hotel together, so we were both a little nervous, but I still took the initiative. After entering the room, I squeezed her behind the door, kissed her for a while, and groped her body, touching her breasts for a bit. They weren't big, but felt nice and weren't sagging too much. She didn't resist being touched. I reached down into her underwear. She resisted a little, but I went in anyway. She was wet down there. I touched her clitoris and rubbed it. She started moaning, her eyes slightly closed, looking like she was enjoying it. It seemed my brother was right: she was really horny. Then I tugged at her pubic hair. "So much hair," I said. I started taking off her clothes. She resisted a little, a little shy. I didn't care anymore. I used one hand to press her hands against the door, and with the other hand, I unhooked her bra. She cried out and quickly covered herself. I found it a little funny. Then I kissed her again; it felt even better that way. Her nipples were small and pink; when I pinched them hard, she would involuntarily tremble. Of course, I didn't neglect her lower body either; my fingers were all wet. Her moans were quite loud, so I had to cover her mouth. Later, I let her take a shower. After we both showered, we lay in bed. I kissed her while touching her breasts with one hand, stimulating her nipples, and then touched her genitals; they were soaking wet. I quickly straightened up, put her hand on my penis, and let her feel it. I wanted to ask her who had the bigger penis, hers or her husband's, but I thought I'd wait until later. What if she refused if I mentioned her husband? I was rock hard then. I rolled over, spread her legs, and her genitals were still a bit pink, at least not as dark as I'd imagined. I penetrated her; I won't go into details about the piston-like movements, just imagine it yourself. We tried a few positions, and she seemed to enjoy it a lot. She was very wet, and her moans were really loud. I had to cover her mouth a few times to make sure people outside could hear, since the soundproofing here isn't very good. Actually, I wanted to make love as long as possible, mainly for my brother's sake. If my sister was satisfied, he could relax a bit. Our first time together lasted about half an hour. Before I ejaculated, I asked, "Sister, is it okay if I ejaculate inside? Will I get pregnant?" Of course, I did it on purpose.

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