Those years and those events with the foot massage girl

Carrying my luggage and holding my school's letter of introduction, I arrived in this city full of enthusiasm, ready to begin a new chapter in my life—that was me in 2005. At that time, I had just graduated and arrived in N city to work as a management trainee at a well-known local company. For a recent graduate, the salary was quite good back then, partly because I had a bachelor's degree. Although I was a bachelor's graduate, I was still a recent graduate, so I earned significantly more than the factory workers while working alongside them. Day after day, I worked, a monotonous routine, often returning to my dormitory exhausted and resting for an hour or two. About six months into the job, a friend took me to get a foot massage. Perhaps because I was tired, or perhaps because I had never had a foot massage before, it felt incredibly good! My whole body felt comfortable, all the fatigue and stress vanished! I slept soundly afterward. From then on, I became addicted to foot massages. Because I was a prospective junior manager, I only worked the day shift, finishing at 5 PM, leaving me with plenty of free time in the evenings. This provided the opportunity for the following story to unfold.
The story slowly began after I developed a foot massage addiction. Since my first foot massage, I went 2-3 times almost every week, which is how I got to know the masseuse there, who is the female protagonist of this story—Xiao C. Over time, we talked more and more, sometimes making risqué jokes and flirting a little, and sometimes we would have dinner or late-night snacks together. Then came the turning point. One evening after dinner, as usual, I washed up, dressed, and went straight to my destination to enjoy the pleasure of a foot massage and conversation. When I arrived at her foot massage parlor, she was already on her turn and asked if I wanted to wait. Of course I did; I came specifically for her. After waiting for more than half an hour, it was finally my turn. Now, the foot massage was no longer (or rather, not just) about enjoying the relaxation it brought; my true intentions were elsewhere. During our conversation, I learned that she was going back to her hometown the next day, saying her child was on summer vacation and she wanted to bring the child to visit for a month or two. I said I'd treat her to a late-night snack tonight, and she readily agreed. We arranged to have late-night snacks together after get off work (their get off work hours are usually irregular; they finish around 10 or 11 pm when it's quiet, and sometimes 1 or 2 am when it's busy). Perhaps it was fate, but there were surprisingly few people tonight, so we left around 10 pm. We strolled around the night market for a bit, then found a food stall, sat down, ordered some dishes and a few beers, and chatted while drinking and eating. Gradually, I became bolder (maybe the alcohol emboldened me), touched her hand, and jokingly said I wanted to go out with her that night. She said, "Aren't you afraid I'll take your virginity?" Of course, I said I wasn't afraid, and added that I did want to lose my virginity. We finished our late-night snack amidst laughter and jokes, and then naturally went to her place. She washed up, and at the end, she asked me again if I was really not going back. I smiled in response, "You little pervert!" and went about my own business. From that moment on, I started to feel awkward, my heart started pounding, because I really am a genuine virgin. Although I've masturbated countless times and my theory is okay, I've never actually done it!
The wait was long, even though it was only about half an hour. But for me, with no experience, an eagerness to do something, and a lack of clarity about what to do next, it felt incredibly long! Half an hour later, she came out after washing up, put on a nightgown, and naturally got into bed. She told me to wash up, but since I don't like using other people's toiletries, and since I had already washed up in my dorm, I said I didn't need to. "Then come up and sleep. I have to get up early to go home tomorrow," she said with a half-smile, as if it contained many meanings, yet it felt very natural. In short, for me at the time, it was both confusing and tempting. I quickly took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear (it was summer, and I wasn't wearing many layers), and got into bed. Now, I should introduce her. She was of average height, her breasts weren't big or small, but they weren't very perky (I only noticed this during our time together, haha), usually appearing as if they were being stretched by a bra. She was four years older than me. Women at that age often seem to gain weight, so she looked a little plump, but not unattractively so. In short, she had a womanly charm (ever since I became interested in women, I've liked women with a womanly charm; in today's parlance, a mature woman). After we got into bed, the room was very quiet; I could almost hear my own heartbeat and breathing. Quiet, quiet... About two minutes passed peacefully like this. My left hand, trembling, slowly reached for her breast and stopped. After a few seconds, she chuckled and asked what I wanted to do. Since it was my first time, I was very nervous and didn't know how to answer, so I just gently squeezed her breast and then rolled onto her, kissing her. There was no resistance, no half-hearted resistance, no affectation; she simply responded and kissed me back. The theoretical knowledge I learned from watching porn came in handy at this moment. Sucking, licking, and sucking filled the room with smacking sounds and heavy breathing. For a full three minutes, I was diligently nibbling, and she was diligently kissing me back. My hands slowly moved down to her lower body, preparing to undress her. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me. My God, what's going on? Has she changed her mind? Can we only go this far? Has she changed her mind? My thoughts raced. "You're not a virgin!" Honestly, for over twenty years, I've been waiting for this day! And you still don't believe me! "I'm a real virgin, believe it or not." Saying this, I had already pulled her pajama bottoms and underwear down to her buttocks. She cooperated by lifting her buttocks. She took them off, all of them off! I was so excited! Finally, I saw a real vagina! Although I was excited, I couldn't stop; I had to strike while the iron was hot. So, I moved on to her upper body, took off her top, and then came the trouble below—I couldn't undo her bra no matter what I tried. "Looks like you really are a virgin, should I give you a red envelope?" Good heavens, she's still joking! I was getting so anxious. Then, she reached forward, made a move in the middle of her bra, and whoosh, it was off! Wow, that's really something. Damn, I'll study you later, I don't have time now, I thought to myself. At that moment, I was really excited and nervous; I even noticed myself trembling a little. Although nervous, my mind was still clear; I still needed to take off my own panties. Now, we were both naked. I hugged her, wanting to say something, but I didn't know what to say. Words couldn't just fall silent, so I started kissing her. A passionate kiss, kissing her everywhere, starting with her mouth, then her ears, the base of her ears, her neck, her chest, her nipples, and so on downwards. At this point, her passion was fully aroused. She held my head steady and pushed me down—you know what I mean, I know what I mean too. I quickly retreated, ready to kiss her. Wow!!! Was I really lucky or unlucky? The first woman was a bald woman, with only a few pubic hairs, small and curly, not black, but yellowish. Without thinking much, I kissed her. While kissing, I supported her buttocks. Soon her vagina was wet, and she responded enthusiastically, lifting her buttocks. I held her big buttocks, licking and sucking for several minutes. Suddenly, she pressed my head down, thrusting her buttocks forward, burying me inside until I could barely breathe. Then, I suddenly felt streams of fluid squeezing into my mouth. A few seconds, her buttocks arched for a few seconds, and I was held down for a few seconds. She climaxed—this is the kind of female climax you always see in movies! Everything is a first for me; I'm just a kid. She climaxed, and I hadn't even started yet. I lifted my head, climbed on top of her, and she laughed, pulled my head close, kissed me hard, and then hugged me. After a few minutes, my hands started wandering over her body again. She got up, went to my crotch, and grabbed me. I'm a virgin; how could I resist this? I was about to lose control. I lifted her head, and she looked at me lewdly (this is definitely a compliment for lewdness) and said, "Is it good?" I nodded, and she lowered her head again. At that moment, I regretted it; I shouldn't have nodded. If she continued, I would ejaculate immediately. But there was no way around it; I already had her in my mouth, and my passion desperately needed release. I couldn't care less. Come on, let's go all out! I held her head with both hands, and she rhythmically stroked it. I was so happy! My first time was truly legendary—I met a virgin, and it was so passionate! Unlike most people's first time, it was just one, two, three, and it was over. I don't know how much time passed, maybe only two or three minutes, but definitely no more than seven or eight minutes, when I couldn't hold back anymore. My penis was swollen to its limit, and she seemed to feel it too, but she didn't seem to want to ejaculate. I didn't care anymore and vigorously stroked her head. She sucked hard too. It felt so good, so good! I came! One, two, three, four… definitely seven or eight times, I ejaculated a lot. She didn't seem to be in a hurry to ejaculate, but waited about a minute until I calmed down, then ran to the bathroom to vomit. I could hear her rinsing her mouth. I lay on the bed and realized I was covered in sweat. Although the weather wasn't too hot, and we had a fan on, we still sweated so much. You know, this is physically demanding. A while later, she called me from the bathroom, saying, "Let's take a shower." So, naked, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I got there, she had already adjusted the water temperature. We just showered like that. I even started touching her, but she stopped me, saying, "Aren't you satisfied yet?" We chatted and laughed until we finished showering, then went back to bed. I kissed her, she kissed me. I touched her breasts and nipples, then her genitals. She got wet again, and then she leaned over my chest and started kissing my nipples. My God, this feeling was like flying! It was so sensitive! How come I never noticed before? My penis quickly hardened, just like the first time. After kissing for a while, she lifted her head and helped my penis sit down. It was hot and burning, incomparable to masturbation, and unlike the feeling in her mouth earlier. It felt so good! This is sex! She moved around on top of me, and after a while she said she was so hot and asked me to take over. So she lay down, spread her legs, and I climbed on top of her. But, being a novice, I couldn't get into the right position no matter how hard I tried. In the end, I slid in with her help. Since I had already come once before, this time it lasted longer, about ten minutes. Before I could even feel myself coming, she was already moaning ecstatically, "Ah~ ah~ ah~ husband, harder, oh~ oh~~~~" she kept moaning like that, very realistically, unlike the fake kind in movies. After a while, I wanted to try what it felt like to go in from behind like in the movies, so I pulled out, pulled her buttocks, and gestured for me to do it from behind. "You know quite a lot!" she said, then got up, bent over, and lay down again, reaching her hand between her legs and pulling my penis into her vagina. We did it for less than three minutes before she got aroused, and so did I. It felt so deep and tight from behind; she was breathing heavily, saying, "Honey, I'm almost there again! I love this position, it's touching that spot inside me, ahhhhhh~~~" I let out a long cry and ejaculated inside her, holding it in for several seconds.
It must have been too intense; we were both exhausted. After we finished, we fell asleep naked until we woke up in the morning and did it again. After washing up, she packed her things and went home, while I dragged my tired body to work.

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