[High-end residential area has sex with dance teacher] - Oral sex

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Entering the house, changing clothes, falling, showering—all these things felt like being with a prostitute. Was
my teacher, Ms. Wang, a prostitute? My mind raced. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or perhaps she deliberately
fell on my chest—was she giving me a hint? Did she want to have sex with me after her shower?
The atmosphere was awkward. I sat half-reclined on her sofa. When she fell on my chest, I could clearly
feel her heart pounding. I gently brushed Ms. Wang's hair aside and slowly stroked this mature
woman. I knew that at her age, she wasn't the kind of woman who needed love; she needed care and attention.
I gently stroked her back and asked, "Are you alright, Ms. Wang? Did you hurt yourself? You've looked tired lately.
Take care of yourself and don't work too hard."...
I saw her hands gradually move over my body, slowly hugging my back and burying her head deeply under my
armpits... It seems even the strongest woman needs a man's care. At that moment, I could feel her loneliness, her isolation,
and her helplessness. I knew she wouldn't show such a vulnerable side to a stranger unless she had been wronged
. Perhaps she felt I was someone she could confide in, and that it reassured her.
We hugged for about ten minutes, and her incessant sobbing gradually subsided. "It's okay to cry, don't
hold it in," she said. I knew I couldn't take advantage of her vulnerability and make a move on her. She slowly raised her head and
gave me a smile, as if to say thank you.
After all that, I felt completely devoid of sexual desire. She asked me about the late-night snack I bought; she was hungry and really wanted something to eat
. That's when I remembered that I was supposed to have late-night snacks with her. I said they should be in my car;
I forgot to take them down when I parked. I'll go get them. She gave me her house key and access card and told me to go to the car to get
the snacks while she took a shower and brought them back so we could eat together. I took the key and access card and ran
back to the car to get the food.
Thankfully, her apartment wasn't on a very high floor. I quickly grabbed the food and tiptoed
up to her room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her body as she showered. I gently placed the food down, put the key and
room card on the table, and was about to peek into the bathroom when her voice came from inside, "You're back
! Put your shoes down and change, wait for me to finish showering before you come."
I happily replied, "Okay," though I was actually quite disappointed. I had wanted to see her beautiful body, but she
had already noticed I was back. I sat on the sofa in her living room, turned on the TV, and aimlessly flipped through channels, but my mind
was already on her. I kept imagining her body…
She came out, wearing a very low-cut, strapless top and mini shorts. Her great figure was on full
display. I gazed at her intently; she was drying her hair with a towel, her body forming a rather attractive S-shape.
Why did God design women like this when He created them?
What I loved most about her were her beautiful legs. Perhaps due to her profession, her legs were very straight and without any excess
fat. Judging from her figure, you wouldn't guess she was over forty. Although her breasts had started to sag
, her shapely waist and full hips added to her charm! She wore yellow flip-flops, and her ten little
toes were painted with black nail polish. She looked incredibly sexy. How could I miss such a sight? I
stared at her intently.
She probably noticed my gaze and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a woman before? What are you standing there for? Go
wash up, and we'll eat something together later."
I had no choice but to obey. In her bathroom, I saw her panties—a red
thong with a subtle floral pattern. It made my mouth water. I picked up her panties and brought them to my lips, gently sniffing them. There was a slightly pungent smell, a
mixture of urine and sweat. Why did she put this in there after she finished washing? Was she calling out to me?
I quickened my washing up. Just then, Ms. Wang said from outside that she had prepared a towel for me and I should
dry myself off when I came out.
After I finished washing, I opened the sliding door to her bathroom, used the large towel she had hung on the door to dry myself
, and wrapped my lower body in her towel. I said I was done washing, and asked if I could come out.
She agreed and told me to come to the living room; she had already heated up some late-night snacks in the microwave and invited me to eat with her.
I went to the living room shirtless, wrapped in the towel she had given me. She placed the late-night snacks on the table
and opened a beer. I said this felt great; if we could light some candles, it would be a candlelight dinner.
"You're so happy! Do you often take girls out for candlelight dinners?"
"No, no, I'm still single. I haven't met a girl I like yet. If I could meet
a girl as beautiful as Ms. Wang, I would be so lucky."
We sat at opposite ends of the sofa; she sat cross-legged. From my angle, I could vaguely see a clump of dark hair
. I don't know if it was the angle or the lighting. During our late-night snack and beer drinking, we chatted freely, and she
told me about all the hardships and misfortunes she had endured over the years. I couldn't imagine how a woman like her had survived
; listening to her almost brought tears to my eyes! Before we
knew it, we had finished the beer we brought, and we both felt a little unsatisfied. I suggested we
go out and buy some more beer, that we drink until we drop. She said she couldn't drink anymore, or she wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow
. I said it was okay, Ms. Wang definitely has a high tolerance. This little bit of alcohol is nothing.
She mentioned she had a bottle of aged red wine at home, given to her by a foreign student many years ago, which she
hadn't finished. Why don't we drink it today? I wholeheartedly agreed! I hoped to get carried away with the alcohol, so
I kept clinking glasses with her. Speaking of women drinking, I've concluded that women either don't drink at all, or if they do, it
's not something an average man can handle.
Even when I felt I couldn't hold on any longer, she could still laugh and talk, seemingly observing the world with a smile. I, on the other hand, was feeling drowsy
. I couldn't just give in to her like this. Taking advantage of the opportunity to clink glasses with her, I slowly moved closer, eventually sitting down
beside her. I said to her, "Teacher Wang, you're so beautiful. I've liked you for a long time, but I've never told
you."
She said we weren't a good match, that we weren't in the same age group and it was impossible. I said it's okay, I know.
"If you don't come, I can't help you. But I'll silently support you and cherish you." With that, I placed my hand on
her shoulder and pressed her heavily beneath me. She didn't resist, and I kissed her forehead,
her cheeks, and her ears passionately. My hands kept caressing her chest.
I didn't know how she was looking at me at that moment, but I wanted the woman I wanted. I couldn't
stop now; even if she slapped me right now, I wouldn't back down. As I continued kissing her, she
whispered in my ear,
"Doing this kind of thing is only fun if the woman is willing!"
Embarrassed by her words, I released her from beneath me. She straightened her clothes, which I had torn, and said,
"You're really bold, aren't you? You just came straight here. Don't you know I'm much older than you?" I
apologized to her and told her that I truly liked her and had been waiting for her at
the training center where she had her classes for the past few months, hoping to take her home. But today, I don't know why I was so impulsive and
lost my composure. At that moment, I thought I was completely finished, and we wouldn't even be able to be friends anymore.
She chuckled a few times. "You really are a naive fool. Come here, come to your teacher!" Saying this,
she opened her arms and pulled me into her embrace. I didn't know what she was doing, but I mechanically moved towards her. She slowly
pulled my towel away, took my penis in one hand, and her other hand gradually moved towards my chest
. While entwining me, she breathed heavily into my ear. A tigress in heat was seducing me.
Was I dreaming? I couldn't believe it.
I closed my eyes as I enjoyed her teasing. She kept teasing
my ear with her alcohol-scented lips. It turns out a man's ear is an erogenous zone too. She used blowing, licking, and probing to tease my ear. I
was in so much discomfort, softly calling her name, hoping she would give in.
She continued to stimulate me with her lips, and I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her into my arms and gave
her a deep kiss on her lips...
She said, "Slow down, slow down, I'll give it to you, don't rush. I'm a woman too
, I want it too." I said, "Then why didn't you give it to me when I was pressing down on you?" She said she wanted me to understand that what I give you is
yours, and if I don't give it to you, you can't take it. So that's how it is, I suddenly understood.
She was stroking my chest with one hand and holding my penis with the other, enjoying this long-awaited
root of male life. Sometimes she would put her fingers in my mouth for me to suck, sometimes she would stroke her own cleavage—
what a wanton woman. Is this the other side of a dance teacher? I really wanted to record this scene with a DV camera.
My penis, under her manipulation, was also proudly erect. She saw my penis standing tall
there, constantly stimulating my coronal sulcus, and to make it even more lubricated, she spat some of her saliva onto my glans
so that her hand could stroke my penis more quickly. When I gestured for her to give me a few blowjobs, her
flushed cheeks told me she didn't like it, while I wanted her to use her mouth to bring me to climax. She smacked my
glans and said, "You men are all bad, you all want women to give you blowjobs."
Then she lowered her head and took my glans into her mouth. Her mouth was cool and tingling. Was it because of
the alcohol she'd been drinking? Most of the posts I've read from fellow men describe women's mouths as warm, so it's
strange that hers was cool. To be honest, her blowjob skills were just average; it always felt like she was just using her teeth
to tease my penis. It wasn't as comfortable as when she used her hands.
I said, "Ms. Wang, you're so beautiful, I want you. I can't take it anymore!"
She responded by rubbing my glans with her lips and hands. From her initial clumsy
blowjob to her gradually adapting to the combination of her mouth and hands, it took less than three minutes. At this point, I
was already somewhat out of control. Under her constant stimulation, I ejaculated, all of it into her mouth.
As I ejaculated, she gripped my penis tightly, squeezing it repeatedly as if trying to drain all my semen.
I apologized profusely, saying I hadn't controlled myself well and hadn't been stimulated like this in a long time, and
I'd accidentally ejaculated. She covered her mouth, shook her head, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Wouldn't she think I was a bit perverted for giving her oral sex on our first time together? Exhausted and apologetic, I fell asleep. When
I woke up, she had left a note next to the sofa where I'd slept. It read:
"Last night's events are just memories. Please close the door after you wake up—Wang XX."
Just memories? I didn't even penetrate her body, how could it be just memories? Just one
oral sex?
To be continued…

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