A romantic encounter

It's been two years since my divorce, and I haven't had a proper sexual relationship in those two years. Gradually, I became depressed and lethargic, spending most of my time playing games. The days flowed by quietly, devoid of desire, yet beneath the still surface, the turbulent undercurrents remained unseen. A small, subtle stirring within me ignited my desires, and I often spent long, endless nights watching porn to alleviate the emptiness in my heart.
One day, I happened to see my friends using WeChat, engrossed in their phones. Curious, I went over to watch. Countless pretty girls floated past me, but I, believing myself to be without desire, looked on with disdain at my two friends who believed even obviously photoshopped profile pictures and were so happy to hook up with girls. I turned away, returning to my own little world. But this opportunity was the catalyst for this romantic encounter.
Bored, I unintentionally recalled how many people used WeChat and how many of my friends had successfully hooked up with girls. This suddenly stirred up a storm in my seemingly calm heart. Excitedly, I reinstalled WeChat and began my journey to find companions. This was my first time actually using WeChat, and shy as I was, I didn't dare greet strangers. I searched for people nearby and finally mustered the courage to send my first greeting to a profile picture that seemed quite attractive, then waited for her response. However, almost a day had passed, and there was no sign of a reply. I tried two more, but they were completely ignored, not even a ripple. I was utterly disappointed.
Several nights later, I picked up my phone again and sent a few greetings. Just as I was about to give up and go to sleep, the familiar vibration and ringtone gave me a glimmer of hope (although it was still the middle of the night). A pretty girl replied, and I exchanged a few pleasantries with her. Then she asked if I had a girlfriend, and just as I was getting interested, there was no response. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, enduring the endless night of waiting. The next day she told me that the person I chatted with the day before wasn't her, but her roommate. I felt a slight pang in my heart, but after that, we chatted casually, and I gradually steered the conversation into sexual topics, slowly learning about her sexual orientation and experiences. Later, I started sending her suggestive messages to tease her, imagining that we would masturbate to orgasm together (maybe we actually orgasmed, maybe it was just my imagination). We chatted on and off for almost two months, when suddenly, unexpected good news hit me: she told me she was going out on business and wanted to stay at my place for the night. I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night, thinking of all sorts of ways to create a suggestive atmosphere.
The day before she arrived, I tidied up my room according to her preferences, went out and bought some aromatherapy, a flashy pair of underwear, and a straw hat that I thought would match perfectly. The next morning, I made the bed, sprayed some perfume, washed myself thoroughly, fixed my hair, and prepared everything to wait for her arrival. I picked her up at the train station, and I was thrilled to see her. She was even prettier in person than in the photos. Her voluptuous figure was slightly fuller than I had imagined, but very supple. She was wearing a sheer, super-short dress; if it weren't for her safety shorts, she would have been completely exposed. On the way home, I maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, restraining my wild side from being exposed in public (although she seemed eager and even subtly hinted at physical intimacy). When we got home, we were both thirsty, so we drank some water and sat together pretending to watch PPS, but we both knew we weren't really paying attention to the program. I asked her to sit closer, held her hand, and occasionally traced lines in her palm, gradually stimulating her senses and igniting her desire. Then, pretending to comment on PPS, I turned to her ear and breathed softly into it. I heard her breathing quicken, so I put my arm around her waist, brushed aside her shiny hair, and kissed her small, adorable ear. Then, I stuck out my tongue and wetly licked her earlobe and cochlea. She started panting and tried to pull away, but just as she thought she was going to escape, I took her earlobe into my mouth. "Ah~~!" she exclaimed. After that, she half-heartedly lay down on the bed, and I kissed her ears, sliding down her neck while tugging at her nipples in her bra. Gradually, my tongue slid down to her navel, licking them, one hand touching her nipples, the other stroking her calves, all while listening to her soft moans. I had her turn over, saying I was giving her a massage (which really was), and I pressed down along her spine (there are countless acupoints here, beneficial and harmless), while casually unhooking her bra. Slowly pressing down to her tailbone, my hands caressing her plump buttocks, I felt an intense urge, a strong urge to thrust inside. But remembering my principles with women, I suppressed my desire, circling her buttocks, spreading them apart to fully open her vulva, then closing them again to elicit a pleasurable moan. I continued massaging her thighs, kneading them while gently stroking her sensitive, delicate flesh with my fingers, feeling her tremble with pleasure. Mischievously, I used my tongue to lick behind her knees, then her calves, grabbing her feet and pressing the acupoints to relieve menstrual cramps. Suddenly, I licked her big toe, then sucked on it, rubbing her soles against my face. She cried out, "I haven't washed my feet yet! They stink!" But I think she was secretly delighted, all her defenses completely broken down. I had her turn over and remove her bra, then I knelt before her, greedily sucking on her ample breasts. Perhaps because the foreplay had been so thorough, she was already moaning lasciviously, wanting me to penetrate her. Not wanting to keep her waiting too long, she pulled down her panties herself. I used a wet wipe to clean the dried grime and grime from her genitals, kissed her vulva, then licked her labia majora, kissing and sucking her labia minora, finally pressing the tip of my tongue against her tiny clitoris. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, followed by her moaning, "Put it in! Put it in!" I put on a condom and thrust in, but alas, after a two-year hiatus, I was like a virgin again, lasting less than three minutes before deflated like a punctured balloon. I blamed myself for being weak, for not giving her enough pleasure from the piston-like motion; the moment she felt pleasure was over. But she gently held me, comforting me and telling me she felt good. I knew she was just trying to reassure me, so I took out the vibrator I had prepared earlier. I bought a red vibrating egg; its bright red color resembled a gaping, protruding, blood-red tongue, gently caressing her long-uncultivated, fertile land. I held the vibrating egg and repeatedly touched her labia majora and perineum, and she excitedly shook her white thighs to express her excitement. Seeing her enjoying it so much, I took out another tool—an AV vibrator. She looked at me with surprise, then her eyes softened into gentle tears, saying I was very well-prepared and she was touched. I held the vibrating egg in one hand, stimulating her nipples, and in the other hand, I gently teased her vulva with the AV vibrator, moving it up and down. As time passed, she gradually reached her climax, her moans growing louder and faster. I let her hold the AV vibrator herself (because girls find their climaxes more easily), while I moved the vibrating egg up and down, giving her even greater stimulation. "Ah~~~~~Oh~~~~Hmm~~~~! Finally, after a long sigh, she reached the peak closest to heaven. She happily held me and drifted off to sleep."
As night approached, I woke up first. Looking at the hazy girl beside me, my lustful heart stirred again. I began to caress her full breasts, teasing those two small nipples, watching them swell into tiny grapes after being aroused. Suddenly, she grabbed my penis and moaned seductively, "Give it to me, I want more!" She then began to stroke my penis, but after ejaculating once, it didn't react for a long time, only getting bigger but not hard. So she bent down and began to lick my penis with her alluring tongue, and to my astonishment, she used the superb technique of deep throat. Instantly, I felt a blissful sensation, carrying a light and ethereal pleasure throughout my body, and my penis, as if sensing my desire, became firm and hard. Seeing the change, she excitedly put a condom on him and sat on top. This time, I didn't disappoint her, thrusting faster and faster, which really gave her a high. Just as we were about to change positions, I suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate. I suppressed it and slowly stopped, but just as I pulled out to change positions, I suddenly relaxed, and my penis, like a deflated balloon, slowly leaked semen from the urethral opening. I could only say shyly, "It seems like it leaked!" She suddenly tensed up, "What! Leaked! No way!" I comforted her and explained that I hadn't controlled it well and let the semen leak out, so it went soft again... She breathed a sigh of relief, hugged me tightly, comforted me, and we lay down to rest for a while. Looking at the clock, we realized it was already late, so we decided to have dinner first and then come back to continue.
After a happy dinner, we came back, removed our makeup, and took showers. While watching a cultural heritage program, I took the opportunity to massage her with essential oils that had a lavander scent. After the massage, she caressed me lasciviously, seducing me, making my penis erect. Perhaps it was my previous gentleness and the fact that her period was approaching, that led her to suggest unprotected sex, saying she'd put a condom on later. She immediately sat on my erect penis, the tight, wet sensation instantly enveloping it. Then, she sat on me, writhing freely, enjoying the immense fullness and bliss the head of my penis brought her. We then switched to the lotus position, thrusting up and down, each stroke penetrating deeply into her core, accompanied by moans and groans. Next, we changed to the missionary position, then the doggy style, and finally, the rear-entry position, thrusting wildly. It felt like my buttocks had become an engine, seemingly possessing boundless energy, performing piston-like movements. A moment later, she suddenly arched her back, then collapsed onto the bed, convulsing as she reached orgasm, her cries no longer lewd but replaced by a wild, animalistic growl. After she calmed down, I pulled out my penis, still sweating profusely, and lay down. She took my penis, still sticky with her own semen, into her mouth and began to serve me with her oral skills that drove men wild. Under her relentless onslaught, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated in her mouth. She greedily sucked up every drop of semen, then held it in her mouth for a while before spitting it into the trash can. We were both very satisfied, caressing each other, and then drifted off to sleep again.
Around five in the morning, I woke up slowly and saw her still sleeping soundly. I placed my hand on her firm breasts and gently stroked them with my palm. She seemed to be moved, babbling incoherently, as if dreaming of some obscene scene. She tossed and turned for a while, then suddenly hugged me tightly, shyly telling me, "Brother, I want~~!" Then, with one hand, she grasped my aroused penis, and with the other, she guided my hand to her private parts. The moment I touched her, I felt her juices gush out like a spring. I told her how wet she was, and she shyly turned away. I took the opportunity to hug her from behind, my hands full of her breasts, my penis restlessly thrusting against her from behind. After a while, she couldn't wait any longer, grabbing my large penis and shoving it into her already overflowing vagina, as if desperately trying to seal a bottle overflowing with liquid. As my penis entered, joyful moans filled my ears, and with my slow, swaying hips, her cries created a beautiful melody like a symphony. Then we switched to doggy style, watching her voluptuous ass sway from side to side as I slapped it repeatedly. To my surprise, she screamed wildly, "Hit me harder! Hit me harder!" With each slap, she cried out in pleasure. Then we switched to doggy style, and as I thrust rapidly, I licked her neck. She told me to bite her, to bite her shoulder down to her neck. I opened my mouth and bit down her shoulder blades to her neck. Suddenly, a tight spasm came from her vagina; I knew she had orgasmed. We hugged and caressed each other. This time I didn't ejaculate. Full of energy, I licked, bit, and sucked on her body like a mad wolf, then rolled over and kissed her from her breasts down to her pink, delicate vulva. I took out oral sex lubricant from the drawer, squeezed it onto her vulva, and then began licking her pink labia majora, teasing her from her perineum and around her anus. Then, like a kiss, I kissed her vulva and sucked it into my mouth for a while. Next, I lightly licked her clitoris along the slit, while secretly slipping my tongue into that secluded little hole. Screams, lewd whispers, and high-pitched cries filled my ears. Then I focused on her clitoris, gathering almost all the saliva in my mouth onto it. I frantically licked, squeezed, and teased that tiny bean. Finally, with my relentless efforts, a spasm spread from her lower abdomen throughout her body, sending her to ecstasy.
She slept until morning, and we did it again when it was quite light. She woke up again around noon, and we briefly caressed each other. Just as I was touching her vulva, I realized she had started her period. Before sending her back, I treated her to a French meal that we both enjoyed. After a few tender moments, I saw her off on her train. As we parted, we exchanged glances expressing our affection and contentment, and looking forward to our next meeting.

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