First rendezvous

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Here's a joke, off-topic: Someone burst into the meeting room and asked, "Where's General Manager Yu?" Someone replied, "A fisherman came to the moat, and the fish swam over to find food."
Haha...
Fishing is a game for people with leisure, money, taste, and elegance. I don't like fishing; I like fishing for women. I think fishing for women is more difficult, riskier, more exciting, and extremely challenging than fishing.
Recently, I "fished" a woman—beautiful, with a graceful figure and dignified manners. Most surprisingly, she's a middle school teacher—a true female intellectual.
Such women are extremely difficult to "fish"!
Because of her professional ethics, her education, and the deeply ingrained conservative values of her age group. Most people would have given up, but I didn't. Like I said, because I like challenges.
We chatted quite happily on QQ. She was touched by my honesty and eloquence, and I admired her taste and the unique curiosity of women. We both felt like we'd known each other forever… Without realizing it, I opened up to her, telling her about my past, that painful relationship I didn't want to revisit. I knew she listened intently. Later, when I asked her to be my lover, she refused. Haha, I'd expected that. The reason was simple: she simply couldn't accept that kind of relationship. So, I started by talking about life, the current state of affairs in our country, the various twists and turns and hardships of life, appealing to her emotions and reasoning with her, trying to make the unreasonable seem reasonable, trying to elevate the sin to a blessing. As we talked, she slowly, slowly accepted my views; in other words, I gradually convinced her! Later, when I asked her if she regretted it, she said she'd been fooled by me. This fully proves that the fragility of a woman's nature is a universal truth.
Slowly, like all extramarital affairs, we moved from the internet into real life. I finally met her at the entrance of a prestigious family home in Shanghai. That day, a light drizzle fell, pedestrians hurried along, and cars weaved through the crowd… I recognized her at a glance in the noisy throng: a white t-shirt, a black skirt, long flowing hair—almost exactly how I had imagined her. The first time, we went to the Yellow River embankment. She initially didn't want me to see her, saying she was on her period. I was stunned; she'd already said that, how could I refuse? That time, we hugged tightly, and I touched her genitals, touched them for a long, long time… She wasn't lying. That didn't matter; I was looking for pleasure, not a lie detector test. What mattered was that neither of us treated each other as ordinary online friends; we both accepted each other. We didn't do anything physical, but I felt the pleasure was the same as if we had, and I imagine she felt the same way. Later, when I chatted with her on QQ, asking if she was in pain or comfortable, she was cornered, excited, shy, and helplessly laughing as she replied, "Comfortable, okay?"
Later, I got busy at work, and about a week passed after I finished. I called her, "See you this afternoon, okay?" She readily agreed. It turned out she, like me, was looking forward to our reunion.
After picking her up, we drove into the city and went to a karaoke room. I ordered a fruit platter for 98 yuan. The music was deafening, the lighting was dim, and there was a cacophony of wailing from next door. The atmosphere was ambiguous, and we hugged tightly… I kissed her deeply, and in my haste, I clumsily helped her take off her pants. She said no, no… I said I really couldn't wait any longer, please give them to me. Once her pants were on the floor, my heart was at peace. On the sofa, I excitedly entered her. A certain online female writer, supposedly someone who writes using her body, once wrote that only through a woman's vagina can one enter her heart. She spoke from a woman's perspective. I don't know if I entered her heart, but I know I had entered her, the core of this woman. She tilted her head, closed her eyes tightly, and held me close, her legs wrapped tightly around mine. I felt enveloped in her tenderness… When she began to exert herself, my penis convulsed, squeezed, enveloped, and sucked in waves. I tried my best to control myself, but slowly, I succumbed, and streams of fluid flowed and washed over me, flowing downhill with gravity… I was instantly drenched in sweat, like a deflated balloon lying on her body.
After resting for a while, we started chatting. I sang, and she said she couldn't sing. I knew she wasn't just being polite, so I sang by myself, entertaining myself. After I finished, we began a new round of passion. This time, I wasn't as excited. I kept the situation under control, not wanting to lose control like last time and ejaculate too quickly. Now, I held her close, saying some crude things to stimulate her desire while simultaneously dispelling any lingering shame. Actually, she was still shy. She said, "Once we're out the door, I won't even know what I look like..." I couldn't help but chuckle. "Sister, aren't you a little too nervous?" I thought, "Maybe she's deliberately telling me she doesn't remember me?" I thrust forcefully, and she still held me tightly, enduring the impact. She seemed to have neither an orgasm nor a climax. A woman at this age has such strong sexual ability; you have to admit it, she really can wear down a man! This time, we lasted a full 40 minutes. She remained the same as before, neither begging for mercy nor having an orgasm. This made me feel a little embarrassed, as if I had expended a lot of effort but hadn't gotten much benefit. Then, she received a phone call; her family was waiting for her to come home, apparently to take care of something. So, our sexual encounter ended there. When I saw her off, she quietly got out of the car, without saying "thank you" like she did last time. Oh, shouldn't I be the one saying thank you when we say goodbye? Or should we be thanking each other?
This was our first time; we made love. I got what I wanted, but I didn't feel satisfied. Instead, I felt like I had lost something…

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