Disco Crazy Night

That happened eight years ago. I was 25, shortly after graduating from university and starting work.
Due to work, I painfully broke up with my girlfriend of three years from university. I was very depressed and downcast, and my work was monotonous. So I felt incredibly bored.
One day, a friend invited me to go dancing, and he had already arranged two female partners. Being a former dance expert, I agreed out of sheer boredom. When we arrived at the dance hall, my two partners were already there. One was a young woman, about 22 years old, my friend's regular partner. The other was a middle-aged woman, about 30, whom I didn't initially look at closely. We exchanged polite, brief greetings and then sat down, seeming a bit reserved.
Soon the dancing began, and my friend and his partner quickly went to dance. Out of politeness, I also asked her to dance. Unexpectedly, after just one dance, I found the pairing quite good. The dance steps were skillful, and the coordination was excellent, which made me take a second look. Taking advantage of the close face-to-face interaction during the dance, I observed her more closely. She was of medium height, with a good figure, short, neat hair, and a face that wasn't particularly beautiful, with some wrinkles. I could tell she was wearing some makeup and bright red lipstick. Her teeth were clean and even, and she was dressed appropriately
. She wasn't particularly outstanding, but she had a good temperament and exuded the charm of a mature woman. After a few dances, we both felt good about each other, and the initial awkwardness gradually disappeared. After the dance, we went our separate ways. My friend told me that her surname was Chen, and her husband was a small business owner in the freight forwarding industry, often away from home. They were quite wealthy.
A few days later, my friend told me that the other party had invited us to dance again, and I readily agreed. This time, both sides were much more relaxed, chatting and laughing. Needless to say, my friend danced with her partner, and we paired up. We danced proper ballroom dances.
At that time, a dance called "cheek-to-cheek dance" was popular. Every dance party would have a designated time for cheek-to-cheek dancing, where the music was very soft and the lights were dim—not pitch black, but you could only see shadows. Couples would hug each other tightly, body to body, face to face, swaying on the dance floor. Many people went specifically for this, just to find a dance partner to get close to. My friend and her partner had already gone to get close, but since we weren't very familiar with each other, we tactfully sat on the side chatting. And so, we went dancing several times, gradually becoming more familiar with each other, and our feelings for each other grew stronger. Finally, one time, encouraged by friends, we started dancing cheek to cheek.
I remember the first time, I was a little nervous. Although I had been intimate with my girlfriend in college, I was still a little excited, my heart was racing, and my face was flushed. She, on the other hand, seemed very natural, but neither of us spoke, we just stayed close together silently. I could smell the faint scent of perfume emanating from her. To be honest, my little brother betrayed me and got erect. The first time was very exciting. After the first time, it became natural. After tasting the sweetness, I became obsessed with dancing with her. However, I didn't dare to have any improper thoughts.
About two weeks later, we were quite familiar with each other. One day, my friend suggested we go dancing at another dance hall. The environment there was better, very dark, and supposedly more open. We went. Sure enough, the close dancing there lasted a long time, with almost no lighting. Everyone was crammed together, very close, and we could hear each other's heavy breathing. We could even hear the sounds of kissing. It was very exciting. Perhaps influenced by the environment, we hugged very tightly that day. Her arms wrapped around my head, and her head rested on my shoulder. Her whole body was softly against me, and I could feel her firm breasts pressing against me. I gently stroked her back and whispered intimate words in her ear. I couldn't control myself. Finally, I mustered my courage and lightly kissed her cheek. I felt her a little excited, but she only moved slightly. She didn't try to pull away; instead, she held me tighter.
During the break, we sat silently, both savoring the excitement. That same day, we agreed to come back here to dance again, just the two of us, away from my friends. I guessed she was embarrassed if her friends saw us.
The next day, we arrived at the dance hall as promised, beginning our private time together. We danced proper ballroom dances, eagerly anticipating the cheek-to-cheek dance. We didn't say much, just held each other tightly. She asked me if I felt she was seducing me. I said no, it felt natural. She asked why I didn't object, didn't I feel like I was at a disadvantage? I said I liked mature women, especially such a charming one. To be honest, I do prefer mature women, and even now, I still admire those charming, mature women. She said she liked my humor and insights, my skillful dance steps, and my youthful energy. She also said that when I stepped forward between her legs while dancing, it excited her greatly. I knew she was having impure thoughts. Although I was young and impetuous, I managed to restrain myself. As a virgin, I didn't know what to do.
And so, we danced alone a few more times. The urges inside me grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, one day, we were dancing again. It was summer, and she was wearing a long, thin dress with a low neckline. I had a premonition of what was going to happen. We hugged tightly, my lower body pressed against hers. I was excited; my penis was throbbing, gently rubbing against her body with each dance step. I thought she could feel it.
That day, we kissed in the dark. I was a little intoxicated, and my hands, which had been behind my back, began to wander, touching her breasts through her clothes. She naturally turned slightly to let me touch them. I then started touching her buttocks. She said it was uncomfortable and let go, but then she moved slightly. I thought she was unhappy, so I withdrew my hand. But then she pulled my hand from her back and placed it on her buttocks. To my surprise, I touched a bare bottom. I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah." It turned out she felt it wasn't exciting to touch her through her skirt, so she lifted it herself, revealing her entire buttocks for me to touch. There was no need to worry about anyone seeing; the lighting was too dim, and with her long skirt, it was difficult for anyone to see what we were doing once my hand was inside. This made my blood boil. I excitedly touched her buttocks; they felt quite large, but a little loose, very smooth and tender. Her underwear was very small, deeply sunken into her buttocks, leaving her entire buttocks exposed. As I touched her buttocks, my fingers occasionally slipped deep into her buttocks.
We were very excited; I could clearly feel her breathing become heavier and her heartbeat quicken. She even went a step further, actively touching my penis with her hand. My already swollen penis was even more unbearable, feeling like it was about to explode. Perhaps understanding my predicament, she unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out of my underwear. She started stroking it. I didn't hold back, using my other hand to touch her genitals. Her body was writhing. She didn't have much pubic hair, and her genitals were wet, very wet. She was still stroking my penis. I slowly inserted my index finger into her vagina. She squeezed her legs together briefly, then quickly opened them again. It was even wetter inside, a little sticky. Very smooth, easy to enter. This kind of stimulation was unbearable for a young man like me who had never had sex with a woman.
I couldn't feel the people around me, nor could I understand her feelings; I only felt an urgent need to release. Soon, I ejaculated. I wanted to scream but couldn't, so I had to suppress the pleasure. She considerately held my glans, letting all my semen ejaculate into her hand, then tossed it onto the floor in the corner and rubbed it a few times with her foot. It wouldn't be long before the dancing crowd wiped it clean.
I felt exhausted, my legs were weak, and I didn't want to move. I released my hand from her vagina, and she put my limp penis back into her pants. We helped each other up and ended the dance early, returning to our seats. I leaned against her, gradually coming back to my senses. We just smiled knowingly, saying nothing, still savoring the passion we had just experienced.
The next afternoon, a weekend, we arranged to dance the afternoon session. This time, I was determined to do something. The dance hall happened to be located inside a hotel. Once she arrived at the dance hall, it was clear that she was a little uneasy.
Once seated, the previous politeness vanished. In the dim light, using her long skirt as cover, I slipped my hand between her legs, and she slightly parted her legs. I gently caressed her genitals. We were both excited, and I suggested we get a room, which she agreed to. However, being inexperienced, we both forgot our ID cards. She still insisted that I go to the front desk to ask if we could get a room by the hour without ID, but they refused. We were both quite disappointed and danced aimlessly. Finally, it was time for our cheek-to-cheek dance again. We went down to dance again, and I thought it would be the same as yesterday. As soon as we started dancing, we began touching each other without any restraint. I felt she was prepared; her panties were very small, thin, and narrow in the middle, barely covering anything. I guessed they were semi-transparent, very sexy, making it easier for me to touch her. I could easily touch her genitals without pulling down her panties. We regretted not bringing our ID cards, missing our chance. She considered for a moment and said to me, "Let's try it here." How? I didn't understand. She pulled me to a corner of the dance floor, leaning against the wall, spread her legs, lifted the front of her skirt, and without taking off her panties, simply pulled them aside to expose my penis. She told me to squat down a little, and with one hand spreading her vagina, she held my already erect penis in the other, guiding me to insert it into her vagina. Because of my lack of experience, I couldn't get it in after several attempts. She told me to squat down a little, standing between her legs, and she tried very hard. My mind went blank, and I mechanically followed her instructions. My penis was a little sore from her manipulation, and somehow, when she said, "Okay," I asked, "Is it in?" She said yes. Because I had never been inside a woman's vagina before, I didn't know what it felt like, so I asked again, "It's inside." She nodded affirmatively. Only then did I believe that I had really penetrated a woman's vagina.
It wasn't a feeling, just a little pain, probably because of the position. I was very excited, my heart was beating fast, and I didn't think much, just stood there dumbly holding her tightly. She shifted her hips a few times, signaling me to move. I tried thrusting a few times, and it felt great; I could feel my penis rubbing against her. Perhaps because it was my first time, I ejaculated quickly, shooting freely and unrestrainedly into her vagina.
I felt exhausted, panting, and covered in sweat. We held each other motionless. After a while, my limp penis slipped out of her vagina. I saw her wipe her genitals with her hand and say, "Wow, a lot." We returned to our seats, and I saw her secretly wiping away the semen I had left inside her with several tissues.
After the passion subsided, I slowly came to my senses, carefully savoring the passionate experience. Gradually, things became clearer. I knew I had lost my virginity, and it had happened with a woman more than ten years my senior, in such a setting. My feelings were complex; even now, I'm still wondering whether I should be happy or sad.
After the dance, due to my conflicted emotions, I didn't see her for several days. She contacted me several times, but I politely declined each time with various excuses. About two weeks later, she called me, telling me that her husband wanted her to go out of town to manage business, and she would be leaving in a few days, not knowing when she would return. She wanted to see me. I finally agreed, and we arranged to meet at a hotel the next day.
The next morning, I went to the hotel alone. I saw her in the lobby, but without saying a word, I just followed her into the elevator and went straight to the room. It turned out she had already booked the room. The air conditioning was on full blast, and the curtains were drawn tightly, making it quite dark.
As soon as I closed the door, she eagerly turned and hugged me. We held each other tightly, kissing passionately. My hands roamed over her body, touching her breasts and genitals. She told me to take off her clothes, so I started to. With her cooperation, I stripped her down to her underwear. Her body writhed, her lower body rubbing against mine, and she slowly led me down onto the bed. I quickly took off my clothes, my penis standing erect. I roughly pulled down her panties, finally getting a clear view of her vulva. Although I'd touched it many times, I'd never looked at it closely. Her lower abdomen was quite full, the skin slightly loose, without any excess fat. Her pubic hair wasn't abundant, but it was long, and her entire vulva was dark, making it appear somewhat plump. I parted her labia with my fingers; it was red and wet inside. I inserted my fingers into her vagina and began thrusting. Her body writhed, making moaning sounds.
I couldn't resist any longer. I raised my penis, trying to insert it, but I couldn't quite find the right spot. She lifted her legs, completely exposing her vagina, and grasped my penis, which I easily inserted. I lay on top of her, thrusting restlessly, my movements somewhat uncoordinated. I could feel the waves of pleasure emanating from the friction of my glans against her vagina. Soon, I cried out—I ejaculated! I felt my penis trembling inside her. I lay motionless on top of her, feeling exhausted. Slowly, my penis slid out of her vagina. I slid off her. She took some tissues and wiped her genitals, then tucked some tissues outside her vagina. I realized then that semen would leak out. She told me she wasn't finished yet, and I said I was too tired to move, and asked if we could wait. She said it was okay. She then asked if I had ever had sex with a woman before, and I said yes, if you don't believe me, fine. She said it didn't matter. She wasn't important to me, but she was very important to me. This was the first time I had ever truly made love to a woman.
Not long after, at her teasing, I made love to her again. The second time wasn't as exciting, and it didn't end as quickly. Finally, she reached orgasm, and her reaction was intense. I realized then that a woman's arousal could be terrifying. That day, we made love five times until night, trying several different positions.
Looking back now, I regret not having her give me oral sex. She was incredibly passionate, saying she wanted me to never forget this experience and to remember her forever.
A few days later, she called me. She was leaving, saying she would miss me and would come back to see me if she ever returned. Perhaps she'd settled down somewhere else, and perhaps she would never come back. I'm also very sad and reluctant to leave, but what can I do? I can only say I hope you'll come back to visit me when you return.
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