Playing stocks and playing teachers

I've been in Shanghai for six years now, and in that time I've experienced a lot, both professionally and personally. But the most unforgettable experience, all at once, was a tragic affair with a woman around the same age as my parents. This has always been a heavy burden on my heart, and today I'm finally mustering the courage to speak out, hoping to find some relief in the future.

I work in finance. It was late 2003 or early 2004. Due to the continuous stock market downturn, my career was in turmoil, and I was just getting by as a salesperson at a consulting firm. Anyone familiar with this industry knows that financial salespeople are all about deception. They try every possible way to get people to pay, promising guaranteed profits beforehand, and saying that with their great reputation, they wouldn't risk it for just one member. Our company had a very good reputation nationwide at the time. Our office was located in Lujiazui. So many stock market investors across the country easily fell into our trap after we lured them in. However, as the number of members increased, they started calling to tell me how badly they had lost, some even crying and cursing. Because if he were buying on his own, he wouldn't increase his position, and even if he made a mistake, he would cut his losses. But since we were an institution, people trusted us, so they bought with their entire portfolio, resulting in significant losses, and then they didn't know what to do. So I questioned the credibility and competence of our organization. Now I understand, if they were truly so good at understanding the stock market, why would they need to recruit members? They could buy and sell on their own and be the richest person in the world by now.

While I was hesitating, I met a female member from Shanghai. Her profile showed she was a teacher, a local Shanghainese, and owned several properties in the old city. A Shanghainese like that must be worth close to 100 million yuan. At first, I just talked to her about stocks and market trends. Then, at appropriate times, I showed her some concern, such as not being saddened by losses, and that life is about finding happiness in the future. She said she had depression and had considered suicide many times. But as we interacted more, she gradually became more cheerful, and I often heard her laughing on the phone. She and her husband were a second marriage; they had both married and divorced before getting together. She said her relationship was very bad. At first, he always went along with her. But after they got married, he changed. He was from out of town, and because of her connections, his current success was basically due to her help. At that time, I was also disheartened with my job. So I was happy to listen to her vent.

Perhaps, for a lonely woman, having a loyal listener is like a lifeline. Her husband rarely spent time with her. It seemed they had been separated for a long time. Gradually, we started talking on the phone more often. At first, it was a little about stocks. Slowly, the tone changed. She started saying she was 38 and asked what I thought of women of that age. I complimented her, saying that this age is the most beautiful time of a woman's life—mature, charming, beautiful but not frivolous. She laughed happily after hearing this, half-jokingly, half-seriously asking if I would like to meet this charming woman. I hesitated for a moment. But I couldn't bear to refuse her, so I said I would definitely meet her when I had the chance. Because she also lived in Pudong, it would be very convenient for her to see me. One day, she finally called me and said she'd wait for me on Binjiang Avenue. I told her I wouldn't get off work until very late. She said she'd wait for me, and if I didn't come, she'd jump into the river. I was startled. Although I knew she was joking, I still went to our agreed meeting place after work. When we met, I was shocked because she looked much older than she had initially claimed. But seeing her panicked eyes, I couldn't bear to turn around and run away, so I pretended to be very casual and sat down with her on a bench by the river to chat. As we talked, she suddenly took my hand. I felt extremely awkward, but I was too embarrassed to pull my hand away. Then she leaned against me shyly. I suddenly didn't know what to do.

After that meeting, she said she had very good feelings for me, but I just felt sorry for her relationship and thought she was too old. I also lied and said I felt pretty good. Then we started texting and calling every day, taking up almost all of my time. She also frequently bought me things; every time I saw her, it was either shoes or clothes. I didn't know how to refuse. Besides, for someone like me with a mediocre salary, it still makes me happy to receive small designer gifts. Especially from a woman, someone else's wife. Naturally, there's a little vanity involved. Several times, when I called her, a man answered. I knew it was her husband. As soon as he heard I was looking for her, he would rudely hang up without a word. Then, when she called back, she would cry on the phone, saying that the man was mean to her, and so on. Every time she cried, my heart would soften, and I would try my best to comfort her, tease her, until she laughed. Whenever she called me, she would often have her daughter talk to me. Her daughter was about ten years old, and she would always sweetly call me "brother." She said meeting me was the happiest thing in her life. She hoped to be my friend for life. Then she talked about her background. It turned out she was an orphan, abandoned by her parents when she was young and then adopted. She said she really wanted to find her biological parents and ask them face to face why they abandoned her. Thinking about all this made me even more soft-hearted towards her.

Finally, one day, she insisted I come to her house, repeatedly emphasizing that her husband was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for three days. A thought crossed my mind; I had a feeling something might happen between us. When I got off the bus at their place, it was raining. Unable to find her house, I ended up in the rain outside a shopping mall. As soon as she heard where I was and that I didn't have an umbrella, she immediately told me to stay put. Three minutes after she came to meet me, a white car pulled up in front of me. She rolled down the window, smiled, and said, "Silly boy, come in." When we got to her house, she warmly wiped the rain off me and then led me into her room. Her family was out. She told me to rest while she took a shower. So I sat on her bed and watched TV. Her house was very luxurious. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there watching TV, my mind a jumble. I had a feeling something was going to happen. A few minutes later, she came out, wearing a thin silk nightgown. Although she was older, her full body was still very alluring; her nipples were erect, and her pubic area was vaguely visible. For a young man who had long been repressed, this visual impact was quite strong. I immediately got an erection, and my face began to burn. She seemed quite casual about it. Then she told me to take a shower. I quickly showered and came out to find her lying on the bed, the lights off. The TV was flickering. She looked at me with a half-smile, and without thinking, I lay down next to her. My heart was pounding; I didn't have much experience in that area. Then she hugged me, and I rolled over onto her. She was already naked, and I quickly stripped myself naked. But I couldn't find the right spot. She smiled smugly, then focused my attention, guiding me to her most tender spot. At the moment of penetration, she moaned with satisfaction. I also felt incredibly good. Although she was older and her body was more relaxed, a woman's genitals are infinitely more pleasurable, both psychologically and tactilely, than your own hands, no matter what. Because she was taller, I lay on top of her and moved rapidly. As my speed increased, she began to moan loudly. Then, strangely enough, I went soft without ejaculating, probably because I was nervous. She hugged me tightly, satisfied, and told me to rest.

I dozed off for a while, and when I woke up, I saw a woman next to me, looking at me. I was already hard. I changed positions and started thrusting again, this time with a little more experience. I began to feel more pleasure, and she rested her head on the pillow, moaning passionately. Watching this woman, who was about twenty years older than me, being conquered by me, I really didn't know whether she had conquered me or I had conquered her. As the pleasure intensified, her body began to tremble, and she cried out, "Oh, oh." It felt so good. Finally, when I climaxed, she cried out. After everything calmed down, she rested her head on my chest and told me how content she was, how wonderful it was to be young. She sighed.

The moment I stepped out of her house that time, I regretted it. I felt like she had taken advantage of me. But she was happy, thinking this was just the beginning. But I didn't think so. I was so young; how could I do this kind of thing with a woman so much older than me? And she told me she was actually over forty and often felt depressed. She started deliberately avoiding my calls. At first, she was nervous, but later she stopped calling me much, only occasionally texting. Then she even told me she had a daughter about my age and introduced her to me. I suddenly felt like I'd swallowed a fly. After that, I changed jobs and changed my phone number. I thought I needed a fresh start. She was just a kind of sex mentor to me. Before her, I only had a few rough sexual experiences. But after that, I learned how to please a woman.

[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/123520.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=123520&aspx=1

Previous Page : Win over Teacher Tu

Next Page : Su Yang, a foreign female teacher

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Playing stocks and playing teachers

comment Open a new window to view comments