[Dance teacher spotted in upscale neighborhood] - Acquaintance

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The sweltering summer heat brought unbearable loneliness, and the monotonous routine of work and life offered no passion whatsoever. Although I'm married now
, my lingering curiosity hasn't subsided. Since joining the "Original Life" section, I've discovered many pleasures
, such as following the "Little Civil Servant" series, particularly enjoying the mature women's romances. I always dream of
having such an experience, of being able to control a mother and daughter like the male protagonist in the stories, enjoying the
"mother-daughter flower" without restraint.
In reality, I've gradually increased my collection of mature women, meeting some attractive women online and through client interactions
, but overall, few resonate with me. After
several months, the women I've met fall into two categories: those who are sexually active but don't stray, and those who
are coy and hesitant.
The "sexually active but don't stray" type: There are three main women, all of whom are good friends and
business partners I met through work. From our daily interactions, I could sense the desire for love and sex in these three women.
However, they were very aware of their roles and never crossed any lines, much to my disappointment. One
was a customer service manager, another an accountant, and the third a sales manager. One of the accountants, in particular,
was incredibly attractive, but we were too familiar with each other to make her my sexual partner. What a pity!
Then there's the coy, married woman type; I met several women online and through social events.
One of the bolder ones was a small business owner I met online. This owner was outspoken and dared
to say anything. Within a week of meeting her, she treated me like a mistress, constantly inviting me to dinner
or to her house to watch DVDs with her. Perhaps her enthusiasm gave me the wrong impression; I always
thought she wanted something to happen between us.
Once, when I went to her house for dinner, she said it was too hot and wanted me to have some beer with her. I readily agreed;
how could I refuse a beautiful business owner's invitation to drink? During the drinking session, she kept fidgeting with her hair, her
eyes glazed over. It made me feel uneasy, and I initially thought it was a sexual advance. Taking advantage of the alcohol, I slipped my hand inside
the neckline of her loose t-shirt. At that moment, she strongly resisted. I said that sex is normal
, why did you stop at the crucial moment? It made me very embarrassed. She explained that things hadn't progressed
that far.
After leaving her house, I deleted all contact with her. This type of woman is someone who desperately wants
a man's attention but is too shy to act on it. I advise everyone that if you encounter this type, get rid of her as quickly as possible
to avoid wasting your time.
Next, someone unexpected appeared. Just as I was narrowing down the women I could potentially date, she
appeared. This woman, who seemed to descend upon me on a cloud of good fortune—dance teacher Ms. Wang.
I met her at a forum event. She was one of the few women at the gathering who I could look at with respect.
Although she was already in her forties, it was hard to believe she was middle-aged from her figure and face; in
fact, from behind, she looked like a young girl. That was my first impression of her at the gathering. I thought that such an
outstanding woman wouldn't cause any trouble for me, but several chance encounters led to a dramatic change in our relationship
.
She ran into me during one of these unexpected meetings; another time, she was walking home alone after class in the evening. I happened to
be eating near where she had her class. She came out of the gym and saw me, greeting me warmly, "Hey, Xiao X,
what are you doing here? Here to work out?"
I said, "No, I was eating nearby. I'm heading home now. What are you doing here? Here for class?
It's past 10 pm, and you're still not home? How about I give you a ride?"
"Great! Then please be my protector! I live in the XXX Street XXX Road community
."
It sounded like her community was near my company, and a rather upscale one at that. The opening of that community
had even generated a lot of buzz among consumers. After Ms. Wang got into my car, I could see out of the corner of my eye that she wasn't
wearing stockings; her beautiful long legs were crossed on the passenger seat. I said, "Ms. Wang,
aren't you afraid of being harassed by a pervert while you're home so late and dressed so attractively?" She punched me in the chest and scolded me for being
disrespectful. How could I say such a thing to a teacher who's so much older than me?
I said, "Well, what can I do? You maintain such a great figure and dress so sexily." She said
her clothes got soaked in the afternoon rain, and luckily her colleague lived near the training center. So
she borrowed a dress from her colleague. I said, "That explains why she looks so youthful."
I noticed her before she greeted me, but I didn't recognize her as Teacher Wang and just stared at her. Later, as she got closer and
her face became clearer, I realized she was a friend from the forum.
Her sitting next to me made me restless; I kept stealing glances at her legs while driving. The dress she borrowed today
was some kind of silk, the color transitioning from dark brown at the neckline to off-white at the hem. It looked
very elegant, like a socialite. I kept stealing glances at her sitting next to me; she probably sensed
my constant stares. She pulled her dress tighter, down to her knees, hoping to
cover her fair thighs.
Her actions made me suppress my lust and focus on driving. The drive to her destination wasn't far, about
25 minutes. We chatted happily during the ride and exchanged contact numbers. From her weekly class
schedule, I learned she had classes in the afternoon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and in the evenings on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Her evening classes usually
didn't end until almost 10 pm. I wondered if it was safe for such a glamorous woman to go home alone after 10 pm.
I mustered my courage and said that if she had trouble getting around to evening classes, she could contact me. I lived alone, and my company
shuttle bus would occasionally be able to pick me up.
She smiled and said it wasn't necessary; she could manage on her own and
taking the bus was convenient. After dropping her off, I returned home with a slight sense of regret. I was mentally planning to
do something with her, otherwise, it would be a waste of this hard-won encounter. I was also a little worried that she might be thinking of...
Is she the type who can't stay at home and the coy, lustful wife type? With some questions in mind, I drifted into sleep.
On my way to work, I made a special trip to the gym where she worked to find out more. According to the staff,
Ms. Wang only teaches classes on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday evenings; on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, she only teaches children to
cultivate their love of dance. I asked if she could teach men to dance, and the staff said yes, as long as you're willing
to learn with over 20 women… which made me quite embarrassed.
After figuring out her work hours, I tried to arrange company social events near where Ms. Wang taught, hoping
to create some chance encounters, but each carefully planned scheme failed to result in a meeting. I wondered if Ms. Wang was
some kind of ghost from a ghost story, just there to confuse me and then fly away?
After waiting anxiously for a month or so, I finally bumped into Ms. Wang outside the parking lot after a dinner party. Excitedly, I
called out to her from about 20 meters away, "Ms. Wang, it's me! It's me, Xiao X!"
She was startled at first, then walked towards me. After the meeting, I noticed she
looked rather haggard; the usually vibrant and energetic Teacher Wang was gone. Before me stood a thin,
emaciated woman.
She looked at me with concern and said, "What's wrong? Did you see a ghost? Your eyes are strange!"
I said, "You've looked so haggard and thin lately." She casually told me that her daughter had recently started junior high school
and incurred a large sponsorship fee. She had borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from several friends, and now, in order to pay back the money as quickly as possible, she
was teaching extra classes. Looking at this haggard woman before me, I couldn't help but feel pity.
I said, "You've worked so hard. Can I treat you to a late-night snack? You shouldn't have any classes to teach at this hour, right?"
She said weakly, "I don't want to eat. I just want to go home and rest. If it's convenient for you, could you take me home
? I taught eight classes today, from afternoon to evening. I'm exhausted!"
"Oh, tomorrow's the weekend, you don't have any classes. You can sleep in tomorrow. Order something first, then go home and get
some rest."
"How did you know I don't have classes on the weekend?" she asked me in surprise.
I stammered and couldn't give a coherent explanation, so I told her that I'd been wanting to take her home lately, and I often went
to restaurants near her training center. I hoped to run into her after class and take her home. After hearing this, she
laughed happily and said, "Trying to be my knight in shining armor, huh? You little man."
In her eyes, I was just a little man. It seems this charming dance teacher won't be involved in anything with me
. Just as I was feeling regretful, she gently took my hand and said, "What are you standing there for? Weren't we going to get some late-night snacks? Shall we
drive there?"
It was truly a case of "when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you. " "Okay, okay, thank you for coming, Teacher Wang!"
I drove to a place where there was a lot of late-night snacks, parked the car, and led her to my usual late-night snack
shop. The familiar owner greeted me warmly, "Oh, Manager X is here. What would you like to eat?
This lady next to you must be your wife. You should come often, it's been months since you've had a late-night snack here." I
said, "Go away, go away, the same things I always order. And two pitchers of beer." After dismissing the owner, I said
...
"Don't mind her, Teacher Wang, the owner here is quite familiar with me, she doesn't know you're my friend."
Teacher Wang jokingly replied, "Do you often come here for late-night snacks and drink alcohol? It's not
good for your health. Don't think you're young now, when you get older you'll understand that this kind of lifestyle is beneficial and harmless. And drinking!
Are you driving? How can you drink and drive? Get out of here!" From her tastes, we've gone from ordinary friends to
close friends.
Since you can't eat late-night snacks without beer, I didn't take her advice. She insisted I return the alcohol, but I
really wanted to drink. It seems mature women are different from ordinary girls. Ordinary girls care about your food, clothes, and entertainment, but never about
your health. Mature women, however, know what they can and cannot do. I insisted on drinking,
and she said drinking was fine, but she'd pack up the late-night snacks I ordered and bring them to my place before we drank.
Mature women know how to care for others, so I accepted her suggestion and had the food packed up by the vendor. Just as I was about
to take it back to my place to eat, the wind suddenly picked up, and soon it started raining small raindrops.
"Oh no, the clothes I washed this morning are all hanging on the balcony, and the windows aren't closed. I have to go home and bring
them in, otherwise my daughter won't have anything to wear when she gets home," she said, looking at me.
It seemed this wonderful experience was over. I thought to myself, "Damn weather, why did it have to rain at this time?
If it had been a few hours later, maybe I could have had something happen with Teacher Wang when I got to my place. What bad luck!" Since
that was the case, I had no choice but to take her home. We jogged to my car. After closing the doors and windows, we realized we were both
soaked. Her long hair, wet from the rain, clung tightly to her ears. Her white floral shirt clung
to her body, and although her no longer-erect breasts didn't make my blood boil, they were enough to get
the adrenaline pumping in any grown man.
She said, "Let's drive quickly, or all the laundry I'll have to do by the time we get home!"
I floored the gas pedal, reaching 90 mph in a few minutes, and arrived at her apartment complex. It was indeed a high-end
complex; all non-resident vehicles had to register. She led me into her apartment building
. The apartments were indeed nice, showcasing the developer's financial strength. According to their advertising slogan, "Five-star
apartments."
Led by her, I entered her home, while she busied herself collecting laundry and closing the doors and windows. I looked around her living
space, and upon entering the living room, I saw a half-body artistic portrait of her. The woman in the photo was in the prime of her life,
with a shapely figure and a captivating, alluring expression. Looking at her, I had impure thoughts. Then she handed me a change of clothes and said,
"Change into these. I don't have any men's clothes here. I only have a few loose-fitting athletic short-sleeved shirts that I use as pajamas.
Wear these for now! Change out of your wet clothes, don't catch a cold."She reminded me not to go into her daughter's room, as her daughter would be back tomorrow and she didn't want her to find out a man had been in the house 　　. I nodded to indicate that it was fine. She told me to sit on the sofa, change into some clean clothes, and have some water, while she went back to her room to change as well.

She came out. After she came out, I asked, "Where's your husband, Teacher Wang?" She said she had been raising her child alone for many years
, and her husband had run off with one of her female bosses.
It was thundering and lightning outside. I changed into the short-sleeved t-shirt she had given me, wrapped a towel around my waist, and sat
on her sofa chatting with her. We completely forgot about time and space. I said we hadn't eaten the late-night
snack we bought yet, and I thought we must be hungry after all that commotion. I suggested we have a late-night snack, but she said she'd go wash up first
; her rain-soaked hair was sticking to her scalp and it was very uncomfortable. Just then, she tried to get up, but slipped and landed on
my chest…
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