Romantic Encounter at Training School

I needed to attend a continuing education school in a certain place for a month due to work. (I'm a man of passion, after all.) Although I was temporarily away from home and work, I was already itching for a romantic encounter during that month (otherwise, I'd have to resort to sex and money).
Haha, fate was kind to me. On my first day, I threw down my luggage and suddenly my eyes lit up. A beautiful, voluptuous, and charming woman in her late twenties (I may not be that old, but I have a particular fondness for older, more mature women) (let's call her Min) was walking towards me.
I was momentarily distracted, but quickly regained my composure and politely approached her, asking, "Teacher, hello! Where do I register for the accounting class?" (I learned this from the forum; asking for directions is a great way to strike up a conversation—it allows you to get closer to her and also gauge whether a deeper relationship is possible.) She smiled and pointed, "I'm not a teacher." "Oh, you're in the accounting class too (who can blame me, there are so few men doing accounting in my company). You're reporting in room 108 of the administration building."
I was secretly delighted: "Then we're classmates! Please take care of me from now on." By the way, have you reported
yet? I asked knowingly, trying to get closer.
"Just reported a little while ago, and
I was just thinking of going out to buy something." Even her voice was so pleasant. "If it doesn't take up your time, could you help me get there? I have a terrible sense of direction. And I also want to buy something."
She thought for a moment: "Okay." (Later, in bed, I asked her why she didn't reject me, and she said it was because I was good-looking, kind, and sincere. Haha, luckily she didn't see through my true nature).
On the way to report and buy things, I tried my best to use all my dating skills, making Min laugh heartily.
After shopping, we went into Pizza Hut, and I ordered her a pizza and an orange juice, saying thank you.
She felt I was being too polite, saying we were classmates and she felt bad asking me to order such expensive food, which added another layer of goodwill to her.
Hehe. Since she liked me, I shouldn't be modest and should start my offensive.
I started by tentatively chatting about Min's work, family, and such, and I also told her about my own situation.
However, she seemed reluctant to talk about her family. Through my indirect conversation, I learned that Min was from this city, 29 years old, and had been divorced from her philandering husband for over a year, without having children. She was usually very lonely, and after work, she would chat online to pass the time… So I also talked about how lonely single men are, how I hadn't met the right person to marry, etc… We were both in the same boat, and the distance between us slowly closed.
She was busy with her studies and had a tight schedule, but she still had some free time. Two weeks passed, and besides discussing studies, we had met up for meals a few times, and I felt we had become much closer. During our casual conversations, I often joked with Min, and under my influence, she seemed more cheerful and beautiful. Meanwhile, I seized the opportunity to subtly hint at and tease her, interspersed with my most classic jokes, making her want to laugh but afraid to, only managing a weak laugh while pretending to grit her teeth and punch me.
It was so stifling and unbearable, but thankfully, we quickly became acquainted and suggested a get-together for dinner and karaoke.
What's meant to happen will happen. Isn't it true that hard work always pays off, and justice prevails?
That Friday night, everyone toasted each other, consuming quite a bit of beer, and the alcohol heightened everyone's spirits. At the karaoke bar, Min had also drunk a bit too much; her fair face was flushed, her almond eyes hazy, quite alluring. Slightly drunk, I whispered to Min, greedily inhaling her seductive scent… My turn came. I whispered in her ear, "I'll dedicate this song to you." With my years of imitation skills and heartfelt singing, I finished reciting Andy Lau's "You Are My Woman." The applause from my classmates drowned out my well wishes: ...for...May she always be beautiful, happy, and joyful...
Midnight passed, and the students gradually left. I said, "Let me walk you home. Walk with me for a bit; I've had a little too much to drink today. Hope you didn't overdo it." She smiled at me with gentle eyes (something was definitely about to happen). "
Okay," I replied with eager eyes.
After walking for a while, perhaps she really had drunk too much, she swayed slightly. I quickly reached out and put my arm around her waist (she was very well-maintained, without an ounce of fat) to steady her, asking if she was alright. She shook her head and said she was fine. And so, I held her waist, and without realizing it, her head rested quietly on my shoulder. Under a tree not far from her house, I said, "Are you tired? Let's rest." She obediently stopped, facing me very close, gazing at me softly, her breath sweet and alluring...
(I'd be a fool not to touch her or kiss her.)
I felt her hot breath and slight trembling, and I couldn't resist any longer. I wrapped my arms around her waist, cupped her face, and pressed my burning lips against hers. She returned the kiss passionately... My light kisses, deep kisses, long kisses... drew her completely in. Her breathing became rapid, and she stroked my back, her lower abdomen pressed tightly against my penis...
I responded to her passionately, holding her tightly (my penis was already standing tall and proud). My hand slowly slid down from behind, quickly unbuttoning and slipping inside her bra. I easily touched her breasts; they weren't very big, but they were firm and felt wonderful... Under my caresses, she finally couldn't resist: "Take me upstairs..." We helped each other upstairs (it was midnight, and no one would see us). We opened the door to the bedroom, and I laid her down on the large Simmons bed. I took off my clothes and removed hers. She trembled slightly, making a token struggle, as if to maintain her last shred of dignity as a woman. I laughed, and she laughed too. Our laughter carried a tacit understanding, easing any awkwardness between us.
"Come on," I heard her call, and she shyly covered her face. I couldn't control my impulse. Seeing the few beads of dew glistening on her tight petals, I thrust my penis into them... My penis instantly felt warm, so tight. At the same time, "Ah..." a long-awaited sound escaped her throat.
Perhaps it had been a long time since we'd done it; her vagina was also very tight, gently and passionately enveloping my penis. As I increased the frequency of my penetration, her eyes became more "eager," showing an increasing sense of need. She moaned with pleasure, gripping my waist with her hands, her lower abdomen thrusting upwards. My glans felt the tightness of her vaginal walls, waves of pleasure washing over me... With a shudder, her whole body tensed, and my glans felt a burning sensation. I knew she had come. Proudly, I increased my speed, thrusting forcefully dozens of times, finally penetrating her deeply amidst her pleasurable moans. The intense pleasure surged through my brain, and I ejaculated...
Afterwards: Since that time, we often made love after class, mostly at her house, but always late to avoid being seen (after all, we weren't married). She was fascinated by our lovemaking, not just because of technique, but also because of the environment, the sensations, and the emotional investment.
[The End]

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