Divorced woman who hooks up

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This woman, from meeting her to sleeping with her, it only took four days! Yes, I'm not exaggerating at all. She was a divorced woman; she was 33 when I met her, and I was 25. Of course, getting a woman like that into bed is relatively easy, but there's still an element of luck involved!

Many years have passed since then. Back then, QQ wasn't like it is now; many people set friend request permissions, so often you could add someone and chat without their verification. I believe many experienced men have had this experience: on dark, stormy nights, tirelessly staring at the QQ friend request section, setting their preferred age range, and searching for online female netizens. Some might add indiscriminately, while others are more targeted, carefully examining the other person's QQ information. Experienced hunters will deduce the other person's personality from their mood phrases, and I believe these kinds of people are more likely to reap a greater harvest! At that time, I certainly wasn't a seasoned woman hunter, but when I added targets, I did pay attention to their information. It was under these circumstances that I met this divorced woman! Her online name was "Sea and Sky in One Color," which didn't reveal any favorable information. However, her short message read: "The day after tomorrow, another birthday alone" (I don't remember the exact words, but that was the gist). I added her as a friend and started chatting. Since we had just met, I didn't want to reveal my true intentions. Sometimes, when you're pursuing someone, you can't rush things. You have to cater to their interests and talk about topics they're willing to discuss. This will leave a good impression and lay a solid foundation for the future. The longest I ever successfully pursued an online friend was almost four years, and we maintained a casual sex relationship for two or three years before gradually reducing contact last year.

Our first chat didn't go very far. I only learned that she lived alone. When I asked why she was celebrating her birthday alone, she gave a vague answer that she lived alone and didn't know she was divorced. But the phrase "living alone" told me there was an opportunity! I don't know if it's because single women are less guarded or if she just naturally had a tendency to be more indulgent, but even though it was our first chat, I easily got her phone number. We didn't see each other on QQ for the next two days. On the third day, I remembered it was her birthday, so after work I tried sending her a text message wishing her a happy birthday. She immediately replied: "Thank you, you're the second person to wish me a happy birthday today! The first was my mom!" I asked why she didn't go to her mom's house. She replied that her mom lived in the countryside. I thought my chance had come. Of course, I didn't expect to win her over that day. I said, "Let me come celebrate your birthday, I'll go buy a cake!" She naturally declined, but I ignored her and rushed off to buy a cake and a bouquet of flowers. Then I called her to tell her I'd bought the cake and flowers and asked for her address. She said, "You really went to buy them?" I said, "Of course, I promised to celebrate your birthday!" She didn't say anything more and readily gave me her home address.

I hailed a taxi and rushed to her apartment complex. When I got to her door, I suddenly realized I'd been too impulsive. I didn't even know what she looked like! What if she was an ugly duckling? Turning back was out of the question now; there was at least a 50% chance she wasn't! I rang the doorbell, my heart pounding with anxiety. When she finally opened the door, I breathed a long sigh of relief! She wasn't an ugly duckling! Her first impression was that she was voluptuous, but not fat, probably due to her height. Judging by her appearance, she was over 1.6 meters tall. She had a round face and a small dimple on the left corner of her mouth when she smiled. Even though she was wearing a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt, it couldn't hide her full breasts. If there was any flaw, it was her buttocks, which were round, large, and firm. Of course, this is debatable; those who like big buttocks would definitely love them. Women with big buttocks can stimulate primal desires at times. But she didn't impress me, nor did she disappoint. I presented her with flowers and wished her a happy birthday! She smiled and accepted the flowers, thanked me, and then invited me inside. Seeing a few small dishes already laid out on the table, I said, "Great, I can come here for a meal!" She smiled gently and politely, "Thank you, I really didn't expect you to buy flowers and a cake to celebrate my birthday!" "Knowing each other makes us friends. Although we've only known each other for two or three days, it's still good to have someone celebrate with you on a special day like today!" Enough of the small talk, we then enjoyed a pleasant dinner together. She brought out some red wine, and we drank about half a bottle. When I lit the candles and sang her a birthday song, I could see she was slightly touched! It turns out that sometimes you don't need to put in too much effort to move a woman; just being attentive and showing concern when she needs care most and is most vulnerable often has a better effect! After dinner, we made some tea and chatted. I asked if I could smoke. Unexpectedly, she took out a pack of cigarettes, handed me one, and then took out another and lit it herself! I don't have much prejudice against women who smoke. In the countryside, the idea that seeing a woman smoke automatically makes her a bad woman is utter nonsense. How can cigarettes determine a person's character? But seeing her expression while smoking, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness: perhaps she truly was a lonely and empty woman. I couldn't help but feel a secret thrill, thinking that a woman who could get a man into her house after only two days of knowing him must be easy to sleep with, right? But in reality, I didn't sleep with her that day. I can't say why, maybe it was my own cowardice. I remember we chatted for a while, and there happened to be an appliance promotion event in her neighborhood square. Perhaps because we had nothing else to talk about, we just stood there for two hours watching them enthusiastically promote their products, singing and dancing. It was quite late when it was over, but we silently went back to her place together. I didn't say I was leaving, and she didn't kick me out. The atmosphere was awkward, but even though I didn't make any further moves, I shamelessly stayed. Only by staying would I have a chance, right? Later, feeling really awkward, she suggested watching porn together. My heart skipped a beat. If only we could watch porn together, I wouldn't need to say anything more. But the idea was nice, but reality was cruel! Sometimes it's strange, why do women like watching horror movies? I was terrified while watching one. I remember it was a South Korean movie, about a doll! Not to mention her, it scared me to death too. Even though I'm a grown man, I never watch horror movies alone. After we finished, it was almost 11 pm. She got up and said she had to go to work tomorrow and was going to sleep. She said if I was tired, I could sleep on the sofa outside, and if I wanted to watch more, I could choose another movie (note: her computer was in the bedroom; the apartment wasn't big, about 30 square meters). I chose to stay in her room and continue watching. Soon, her breathing became even; she seemed to have fallen asleep! This night was torture for me, but I didn't take that step the whole night. I came here specifically to have sex with her! Many men reading this might scoff at me, but looking back, I laugh at myself for having lustful thoughts but lacking the courage to act on them. Several times I went to her bedside, looking at her, clearly seeing most of her breasts through the neckline of her pajamas, but I stubbornly refused to do anything that night. Later, after she told me, I regretted my cowardice even more! That night, I really did nothing, absentmindedly watching some random videos, repeatedly going to her bedside to look at her. Later, when the urge finally came, I ran to the bathroom, grabbed one of her pink panties, and masturbated! Finally, morning arrived, and she walked me out of the apartment complex and put me in a taxi.

Back home, I was exhausted. My head was spinning, and I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly. I slept until evening, then woke up lying in bed, wallowing in self-pity. Why hadn't I gone for it last night? Such a perfect opportunity! She'd already invited me into her room! What wouldn't she do if she let a man she'd just met stay in her bedroom all night? The more I thought about it, the bolder I became. Finally, I picked up my phone again and texted her: "Can I come over today?" She replied: "Come if you want!" Seeing that, I thought, if I don't make it tonight, I'll really lose face! I quickly ate some dinner and went to her place. Entering her room, I saw she was wearing long-sleeved pajamas, her attire offering no seduction or allure whatsoever. The courage I'd mustered beforehand vanished inexplicably. I felt it would be difficult to do *that* to her when she was sober! What if she refused? What if she got angry? The rest of the night was exactly the same as the previous one: drinking tea, smoking, watching movies, and chatting. During the conversation, I learned she worked at a nursing home and was indeed divorced. But strangely, she mentioned her ex-husband sometimes came to visit. She glanced at me, her eyes seemingly full of unspoken meaning: "Like you, you either sit in front of the computer watching movies all night, or lie down on the sofa in the living room!" I was speechless. Finally, it was late again. She got up and walked to the bed, saying she was going to sleep, and glanced at me: "Are you going to watch movies all night again like yesterday?" My heart skipped a beat. Was there a hidden meaning in that sentence? I don't know how much time passed; she was probably asleep by now. Strangely, I was struggling with my thoughts, mustering my limited courage. If I didn't succeed tonight, I might never have to come back again. Sometimes, making a decision and mentally counting "one, two, three" really works! I gritted my teeth, silently counted, and finally walked to the bedside again!

She seemed to be fast asleep, her chest rising and falling gently with her breathing. Her breasts were already quite full, so even though her pajamas were a bit tight, they remained high and firm, only appearing larger. Her nipples were slightly erect. Despite their size, her nipples were quite small. The neckline of her clothes clearly couldn't conceal their fullness; from the side, you could see most of her breasts. I slowly placed my hand on one of her breasts and gently kneaded it. It was soft and elastic. I took a deep breath. I knew there were only two outcomes tonight: being kicked out or getting my way with her. What was there to consider? I'd go for it! I reached out with my other hand to unbutton her pajamas, one button at a time, gently unbuttoning them. Instantly, her two large breasts were revealed. At that moment, I suddenly noticed her chest heaving slightly more rapidly, and her two slightly inverted nipples slowly emerged from their areolas, gradually hardening! I laughed. She was awake. At that moment, I knew she wouldn't refuse me! I grabbed one breast in each hand, bent down, and took one nipple into my mouth, slowly licking it. I gently teased the other nipple with my fingers. Gradually, her breathing became more rapid. I leaned over and kissed her lips. Unsurprisingly, she didn't hesitate at all, opening her mouth to welcome my tongue. Our tongues intertwined. Frankly, she was a very good kisser; her soft tongue would lightly tap my lips before withdrawing, guiding me forward. I held her head with one hand, and with the other, I slowly groped down her breasts, pulling aside her pajama bottoms, slipping under her underwear, and pressing my hand directly against her... I slid my fingers across her labia a couple of times at the entrance of her vagina, and I could clearly feel the wetness. Using that slipperiness, I kept teasing her labia and clitoris. Soon, her buttocks started to writhe, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. Finally, she took a few deep breaths from my mouth. I smiled at her: "I didn't expect you wouldn't refuse me!" She smiled back at me: "I thought you were going to watch movies all night!" "You mean, if I did this last night, you wouldn't refuse me either?" "Silly girl, I haven't refused you now, why would I have refused you last night?" I was overjoyed. Yes, did I even need to ask? She had already grabbed my penis in one hand and said, "Come on, give it to me!" I quickly took off my clothes and pants, knelt between her legs, and pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear together. She lifted her full buttocks, making it easier for me to take them off! In the blink of an eye, she was completely naked before me. Her hips were incredibly wide, and the thickness of her pubic hair was something I'd never seen on any other woman. She had spread her legs wide, her overflowing, wet vagina fully open to me. I lay down and continued kissing her nipples. Her hand reached down and grasped my penis, guiding it towards her vagina. When I thrust my entire penis into her vagina, I heard her let out a long sigh, seemingly enjoying it! I hadn't expected her vagina to be so tight; the vaginal walls gripped me tightly. I thrust a few times forcefully, the intense friction making me instantly urge to ejaculate. She bent her legs, clamping my buttocks tightly, her lower body arching and twisting, shouting, "Move! Why did you stop? Fuck me harder, hurry!" She was truly a mature woman driven to desperation! Waves of pleasure surged through my lower body. Yes, I never imagined this woman's vagina could be so overwhelming. It would be too embarrassing to ejaculate so quickly! I could only say, "Why is your pussy so tight? It's making me want to cum right away!" She still held me tightly, her erect lower body rubbing against me. "Hurry up, fuck me harder! Faster, harder!" I knew that even if I didn't move, with her twisting like that, I'd probably cum soon. Seeing her like this, I knew this woman was really horny, and I couldn't stay still any longer. But I knew this time it would be very short. I really didn't expect her vagina to be so tight. Could it be related to her big, fat ass? That would make her vagina so tight? I didn't have time to think about it. Since I lost in terms of time the first time, I had to respond with strength to make up for the lack of time! I thrust hard into her vagina, very hard. I can even say that I've never made love with so much force before. All my strength was concentrated in my lower body, thrusting hard and quickly into her vagina. She groaned loudly, shouting, "Yes, like that! Like that! Ah...ah...it feels so good! The harder the better!..." I kept thrusting, and the rapid, forceful thrusts unexpectedly prolonged my time. I originally thought I would ejaculate in just a few strokes, but I kept thrusting for about two or three minutes. The bed was shaking quite a bit, and I was afraid it would collapse if I kept thrusting! She groaned and shouted unrestrainedly, "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...I'm going to die..." Her breasts bounced up and down with my forceful thrusts. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, pressing tightly against her crotch, my penis throbbing as I ejaculated into her body!

I felt like I was paralyzed, and I rolled over and lay down next to her, panting heavily. I had never had sex with her like this before. I never expected this woman's needs to be so intense. I was already having second thoughts. After tonight, if I did it twice more, I really didn't want to see her again. How could I possibly handle a woman like this?

Her voice rang in my ears, still breathless: "Are you very tired? You must look down on me a lot, right? Look at the way I looked just now!"

I shook my head, calming myself down. "No, not at all! But your behavior really surprised me! I've never been so rough with a woman before! Shouldn't women prefer gentler treatment?" She gave a bitter smile and slowly said, "Actually, I didn't expect to act like this either! You know, when you suggested coming to my house yesterday, I was really reluctant. I'm not the kind of woman you imagine. I've been divorced for over a year, and I haven't been with any other men since. But when I saw you coming with flowers and a cake to celebrate my birthday, I was genuinely surprised. When you sang 'Happy Birthday'..." When Rige asked me to make a wish, I was truly moved! Even though I know your intentions—many netizens have tried to trick me into bed, but I've never paid them any attention! But with you, I was genuinely touched. You appeared when I needed comfort and care the most. Women are most easily moved when they're at their most vulnerable! So, if you want me, I'll give it to you! Actually, I really want it too, after all, I'm a woman. But promise me, after today, let's not see each other again, okay?" I listened silently as she finished speaking, feeling a pang of sadness. Who says women are stupid and easily fooled? She knows exactly what I'm thinking. I just appeared when she was most lonely and helpless, using a plausible excuse, and moved her. So she indulged herself for a while, letting me have sex with her to satisfy my desires. But wasn't she also satisfying her own long-suppressed desires? What a pitiful woman! I asked, "Are you really not going to give me another chance?" She sat up, wiping her genitals with a tissue. "You men are all just looking for something new. In time, even if I still want you, you'll leave me on your own! Besides, you're not married yet. If I stay with you longer, I'll become even more dependent on you. What will you do with me when you have a wife? You're a smart man, and in my heart, you're a considerate man, which is why I'm moved by you. I hope you don't think of me as a promiscuous woman! I have desires too, but in this situation, I'd rather have a relationship with a man like you. Normally, I rarely go out..." "Go meet other people!" I sighed. "You're making yourself suffer too much!" She smiled bitterly. "What can a divorced woman ask for?" I stopped trying to persuade her. Yes, I only came to her to have sex with her and satisfy my lust. Developing feelings for her was impossible, and something I wanted to avoid. I didn't expect her to give me another chance. I turned around and reached out to touch her swollen breasts. "Okay! After tonight, I won't bother you anymore! Unless you call me yourself! But tonight, let me have a good time with you, okay? Tonight, I'll let you enjoy yourself too!" She nodded and leaned in to kiss me. Through our first time having sex, I knew that just having sex with my penis wouldn't be enough to fully satisfy her, and I really wanted to satisfy this woman physically. I caressed her with both hands, my lips slowly kissing her entire body, doing plenty of foreplay, and also using this time to recover myself. When I took her clitoris and labia into my mouth and slowly licked them, she began to climax! A woman who hadn't had sex in over a year, relying mostly on masturbation, found oral sex on her genitals more arousing than penile stimulation. Actually, I've never been a big fan of foreplay; when I'm releasing my own desires, I'm only thinking about my own. But this time, I seriously gave her oral sex for a long time. While licking, I inserted my fingers, targeting her G-spot. Under my double attack, she orgasmed two or three times in succession. I brought my penis to her mouth, and without any hesitation, she took it into her mouth. However, because I was simultaneously licking her genitals, her pleasure... Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her penis occasionally being pulled out so she could moan and gasp more freely. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard her cry out, "Put it in! I want it!" Without hesitation, I leaned over her, inserted my penis, and asked with a smile, "Want to go as hard as before?" She smiled, "As long as you can handle it, do whatever you want." I began to thrust, but not as vigorously as before. The previous thrusting had been too intense, and my back was still a little sore. But thankfully, I had brought her to orgasm two or three times with my mouth and fingers, and her desire was no longer so intense. My thrusts varied in intensity—sometimes gentle, sometimes rapid, sometimes forceful—and I gradually aroused her passion. This time, I learned my lesson; when I felt the urge to ejaculate, I asked her to change positions. She didn't refuse. When we were in doggy style, seeing her round, plump buttocks swaying before my eyes filled me with a sense of conquest. Fuck a woman with a big butt at this moment—it really is more visually impactful! We did it five times that time, and I ejaculated inside her every time. We did it three times in the first half of the night, then slept for a while. In the early morning, I got up to use the bathroom and came back to do it again. The next day, just before leaving, remembering I'd never be able to do it with her again, I pulled down her skirt and underwear and did it from behind. Unfortunately, I didn't get her anus; she absolutely refused! Actually, about a month after we broke up, she called again and asked me to have sex with her. But after that, and then I lost my phone, we lost all contact. I tried contacting her on QQ, but she didn't reply. Honestly, I still miss that woman quite a bit. One reason is because her vagina was so tight and felt so good, and another is because her words really moved me; I felt sorry for her! I wonder how she's doing now, whether she's remarried!

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