Meeting a divorced female teacher at night

I travel frequently for work and added her through WeChat's "People Nearby" feature. She was a 36-year-old middle school teacher, staying near a school close to my hotel. After staying there for a while, I could still hear the children doing morning exercises. She was a divorced woman with a child in elementary school, renting an apartment after her divorce. Perhaps she was quite sexually frustrated, because during our chat around 8 PM, I felt we could meet up, and we talked for over two hours. During this time, I asked if I could come over to see her and her child. She initially said no. But when I persisted, she said, "If you want to come over, then..." I replied that I would bring her and her child some gifts, see them, and then leave.

She continued her hesitant behavior, sometimes saying no, sometimes yes, always saying she was afraid I was a bad person. I explained for several minutes, and finally, she replied, "I'll text you after the child falls asleep tonight, then you can come over." Hearing this, I put down my phone and used aphrodisiacs. After all, I had read many posts on sex forums saying that once you conquer a woman, it's easier to make plans later.

I sprayed a bit too much medicine; my glans started to feel numb about ten minutes later. Even after reading the instructions, I felt I'd used too much. Around 11 PM, she still hadn't replied, so I texted her to ask if I could come over. She said her child was still playing on her phone and hadn't slept. I waited until almost midnight before she texted me back saying, "The child is asleep. If you want to come, come. After we meet, you can go back home," and so on…

Before leaving, I took a shower and washed my penis thoroughly several times. Then I took a taxi to the address she shared. I waited downstairs for several minutes; she was probably making sure I was a safe person. Then she texted me to go up to her floor, specifically telling me to walk quietly, probably to avoid being noticed by the neighbors. When

I got to her floor, she was at the door, waiting for me with the door open. The young woman was wearing a nightgown and slippers. I went in and asked where the child was. She said he was asleep in the room. Following her directions, I gently pushed open the door and saw that the child was indeed asleep. Her rented apartment was a small two-bedroom, one-living room unit. There were children's books and homework on the coffee table, though rather messy, along with several bags of children's snacks—a common occurrence in families with children.

I went to her place and bought her a case of Xiajin milk, some apples, grapes, oranges, bananas, and other fruits, plus some children's snacks, totaling a little over 180 yuan. I placed these so-called gifts on the dining table and then sat on the sofa with her, chatting for about ten minutes. Throughout the conversation, she seemed very shy, mainly because I didn't know how to talk to her. She would say a few words here and there, then fall silent. When I really didn't know what to say, I mentioned that I had twisted my neck earlier and asked her to massage it. She didn't say anything but went behind me and started massaging it. Although I did it on purpose, I pretended it hurt when she massaged it. While massaging, she asked how I felt, and I replied that it was fine. After

a few massages, I suggested going to the bedroom so I could lie down and she could massage me. She didn't answer or refuse, so I stood up and went to the room opposite where my child was sleeping. The room was clean. There was a quilt on the bed, two bedside tables, one with her cosmetics and a small mirror on it. I pushed open the door, took off my shoes, and lay down on her bed before she came in. Because I was lying down, it was difficult for her to massage me, so she got up, spread her legs, and straddled my back to help me massage. My face was buried in her sheets, which had a faint fragrance, the same as her perfume or cosmetics. After massaging for a while, I said I was done and rolled over. Before she could react, I rolled her onto the bed, her legs spread wide. I saw her underwear, the kind of ordinary pink underwear. She realized her blunder and immediately blushed. I didn't get off the bed but leaned closer to her and asked if she had hurt herself. She lowered her head, not daring to look at me, and said no. I reached out and touched her face. She glanced at me but didn't resist, though I could feel her face was even redder than before. Then I kissed her lips, and her breathing became rapid. Of course, I was a little nervous too, my heart pounding. She wasn't proactive, but she didn't resist either. I kissed her a few times, then my tongue pried open her mouth and entered. Later, as everyone knows, we started kissing. I kissed her ears, eyes, nose, neck, and slowly moved downwards. Through her nightgown, my left hand kneaded her breasts; the soft, bouncy sensation filled my brain, and a surge of hormones filled my erect penis. My hands continued to caress her entire body.

I kissed her, and her moans grew louder. I got up, bent down, and pulled off her panties. The part of her panties that touched her vagina was soaked, oozing a clear, sticky fluid. Her pubic hair was thick, and her labia were the kind that opened up into a narrow crevice, or like a steamed bun—almost unlike anything I'd seen online. Her labia were glistening with a sticky, moist fluid. To describe it beautifully, it was like this: beneath her rounded breasts lay a beautiful, dense forest, dark foliage concealing a shimmering, winding stream of water, its clear, honey-like surface clinging to this stream waiting to be explored. No matter how time ravaged it, no matter how much wind and rain washed over it, it stubbornly and ceaselessly flowed with warm, luscious moisture, captivating and intoxicating.

I asked her if she'd showered, and she said she'd showered with her child, and only replied to my message after the child went to sleep. Knowing she'd showered, I didn't think twice. I buried my head between her legs and began to gently kiss her genitals. Perhaps because she'd washed, there was no unpleasant odor; only the faint, distinctive scent of her vaginal fluid. As I felt her heaving abdomen slowly turn into trembling, I knew she couldn't take it anymore.

I took off my pants and shirt, then took off her nightgown. When she saw my erect penis, she was surprised at how big it was; I just smiled. Looking into her strangely alluring eyes, my heart fluttered. In the quiet light, although she was a young woman, her breasts, without an ounce of excess, were still so firm and so pink. She got up, took a small plastic bag from under the pillow, and stuffed it into my hand, then looked down at me, refusing to look at me again. I opened my hand and glanced at it; it was a Durex condom. I understood what she meant; she was indicating I should tear it open and put it on. I asked her why she had these, and she said she bought them at the big supermarket near the entrance. Seeing my hesitation, she opened the bedside table drawer and gave me a receipt. I saw that she bought it at the supermarket at nine o'clock that night; the date was clear, it was indeed bought that night; the items included food, drinks, and several pairs of stockings.

I smiled awkwardly. Actually, I didn't mean to bring it up, nor did I mean she was implying she wasn't a good woman. I tore open the packaging and put the condom on my penis. I don't usually wear one because I don't want my little brother to suffer. Since she had made ample preparations, I could only do as she said. After all, respecting women makes one appear magnanimous and allows one to go further on this path.

I put on the condom and slowly inserted it into her already explored "fairy cave." Although she had given birth, her vagina was still very tight. After entering, I could clearly feel the wriggling inside, and the feeling of being enveloped was very comfortable. My initial worries about catching diseases were immediately forgotten. So, I lay on top of her, sucking on her breasts, one hand kneading the other, while my penis moved vigorously. She was very wet, and there were occasional squelching sounds when I thrust in and out. Her moans grew louder, and the creaking of the bed grew louder as well. She had expressions of pain and pleasure. Finally, she signaled for me to stop. I wondered what was wrong. She whispered that we should do it on the floor, so there would be no noise and we wouldn't wake the baby.

She got up and spread the blanket on the floor, then lay down on it and pulled me onto her. We did this for about 30 minutes until I got tired. While on top of her, I started kissing her again. Her technique wasn't very good, so I had to be more proactive. After resting for a while, I got up and had her kneel on the blanket. I wanted to penetrate her from behind. She obediently changed positions as I said. This time, when I penetrated her from behind, her vagina made a sound, like she was farting. Because I often browse sex forums, I knew this was because there was gas in her vagina. I deliberately asked her what was wrong, "Why are you farting?" She said no, but she had actually heard the sound too, she was just too embarrassed to say it.

Finally, I told her it might be the condom that was causing the problem, and asked if she agreed to let me remove it. She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Then let's remove it." I removed the condom and inserted it again. This time, the sound was still there, but not as loud as before. Feeling the sensation of being enveloped and sucked at zero distance, I became excited. I excitedly pushed harder from behind, because the feeling before was nothing compared to this one. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable, unlike anything I had ever experienced. I finally understood why many men say that mature women are the most fun, that they have the most allure. We did doggy style and thrusting for over 40 minutes, but I just couldn't ejaculate. I was sweating profusely, but I just couldn't ejaculate.

She was also surprised by my stamina, first by my size, and now by my endurance. There was nothing she could do but compromise and slow down, because her stamina simply couldn't keep up. I lay down, and she sprawled on the blanket. We just hugged each other like that. I felt proud of myself for her satisfied expression, finally managing to last so long. After lying down for a while, I asked her to get me something to drink. She went out and poured me a glass of cool water. I felt much better after drinking it. While we were chatting, she told me that she hadn't done it since the divorce. Of course, I didn't believe her; only she knew whether she had or not.

Half an hour later, I remembered the receipt with the record of her buying stockings. I suggested that we do it again while she wore them. Reluctantly, she took all of them out of the closet and asked me which one I wanted. I chose a black pair, unpacked it, and gestured for her to put it on. When she put it on, she was indeed very sexy. Although her calves weren't as beautiful as a model's, they had an indescribable charm. The silky black fabric wrapped around her legs, showing signs of age, exuding a captivating allure. It was hazy yet full of vicissitudes, sexy yet seductive. Under the light, her jade-like feet shimmered, making one feel even more pity for this abandoned young woman and wanting to cherish her even more. Because I hadn't ejaculated before, my penis got hard again, quite strong. And so we began a new round of conquest. In my mind, I felt like a wild horse, galloping across the plains.

It's understandable that a divorced woman who hasn't done this in a long time has such desires, so she didn't say anything. I just thrust in and out vigorously. She moaned softly, her head and neck rising and falling with each thrust, each moan bringing me to the point of wanting to ejaculate. Suddenly, a surge of heat shot out of my body. She let out two "ah" sounds, which startled me. I pulled out my penis and looked down. A clear, slightly yellowish liquid was flowing from her vagina. This time, I was surprised. She hadn't ejaculated; it was actually urine. I'd experienced this before with the spray; I felt like I was about to ejaculate during thrusting, but it wasn't semen. My glans was particularly sensitive; I'd tried to ejaculate five times before without success. That feeling was incredibly stimulating. The sensation was similar to what women call orgasm. This feeling, which I hadn't experienced in a long time, resurfaced with this young woman, making me even more excited.

After penetrating her vagina again, I tried to increase the frequency of my thrusts, not for her pleasure, but for myself. I wanted the feeling of continuous ejaculation, that kind of satisfaction that even a man finds intoxicating. Perhaps because it was the first time she had invited a stranger to her home, the fear, excitement, and enjoyment drove her to constantly respond to me, her body spasming uncontrollably. Waves of orgasm surged towards me like the soft, undulating waves of her breasts. Afraid her moans were too loud, she grabbed the pillowcase from under her waist and stuffed it into her mouth, swaying her head from side to side to meet my rhythm. Finally, even though I was exhausted, I collapsed onto her stomach once more.

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