Two girls in the dance hall

One afternoon, I entered the dance hall just as the lights were on for the live dance. I usually avoid showing myself during live dances, as it's too easy to expose myself, unless I encounter a particularly attractive woman. During live dances, women usually dance in pairs, so I found a seat in the back row near the dance floor to watch the young women and women dancing gracefully, hoping to spot a target. Among them, I spotted a beautiful and voluptuous young woman. As soon as the live dance ended, I quietly moved behind her seat, waiting for my opportunity.

When the lights went out, I asked her to dance. She was very generous and quickly joined me on the dance floor. Before the lights were completely off, I took a closer look at her. She had long, flowing hair, a round face with fair skin, and large eyes. Her face, flushed from the vigorous exercise, had an alluring blush. "This girl is really something," I thought to myself. After the lights went out completely, she naturally leaned into my arms. She was a young woman; should I take her or not? I was conflicted. Then I thought I'd test the waters first, so I gently put my arm around her soft waist, our bodies almost touching. While our faces were close, I chatted with her. She said she was 22, worked in a welding factory, and was out with a group of friends. Hearing this, I knew it was hopeless. First, she was a young girl; if I got her emotionally involved, it would be too much trouble for me to divorce my wife. Second, she was out with friends, and if I slept with her, I'd inevitably have to interact with her friends, and honestly, I felt guilty facing all those scrutinizing eyes. So I decided to make a quick buck and take her right there. After chatting with her for a while, I started harassing her, pressing my body against hers and holding her tightly in my arms. This girl is so sexy. Her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest, soft and elastic. My hand first gently caressed her waist. Seeing that she leaned on my shoulder without any particular reaction, I moved my hand down and gently squeezed her full buttocks. Her buttocks were so fleshy, and I could clearly feel the mark of her underwear through her pants. My penis hardened, so I held her buttocks and thrust my penis against her vulva, alternating between light and heavy strokes, rotating and rubbing it from side to side. This girl was very gentle, her body softly leaning into my arms. I felt the heat emanating from her vulva spreading to my penis in waves. I thought she must be getting wet, so I thrust even harder into her vulva. At the same time, one hand squeezed her buttocks, and the other hand reached up to squeeze and grab her firm breasts through her clothes. She tugged at my hand. But not resolutely. My hands lingered on her breasts, kneading them with varying pressure and speed. I could clearly feel her breath quickening against my ear, her body completely limp in my arms. This girl couldn't control herself anymore. I quickly moved my hands down, slipping them inside her shirt, gliding over her hot belly, and lifting her bra. One of her full breasts was immediately in my hand. She struggled, trying to push me away, but I held her tightly. My hands greedily kneaded her warm and elastic breasts, sometimes the left, sometimes the right. Her voice trembled as she said, "Let go, let me go..." I said, "We both want to, let's just be intimate, okay?" As I spoke, I started pinching her nipple. "Oh..." Her body trembled, and she couldn't help but moan, leaning softly against my chest. The girl's nipples were so small, yet so delicate. I squeezed and kneaded those two tender pearls with abandon, enjoying the girl's voluptuous body. My engorged penis thrust into her vagina wave after wave. Holding the girl's soft, full, warm body, I felt myself entering a blissful dream. Suddenly, my waist tightened, my glans went numb, and all the pent-up semen gushed out. She felt the powerful contractions of my penis and moved her lower body away, trying to avoid the spray of my semen. But I had already pulled my hands out of her clothes and was holding her buttocks tightly until I finished ejaculating. I rested my head on her shoulder, savoring the pleasure after ejaculating into the girl. I had ejaculated a lot, and I felt my crotch was wet, the semen had soaked through my pants. I wanted to know if the semen had also soaked her, so I reached down and touched her crotch. She was startled and immediately pushed me away, but I could already feel that her crotch was also wet, with my semen, and perhaps some of her vaginal fluid mixed in... After the lights-out dance ended and the lights came back on, I reluctantly kissed her flushed cheek and complimented her, saying, "You're so gentle." Unexpectedly, she blushed, lowered her head, and retorted, "You're so lecherous!" Then she disappeared into her group of friends. A little while later, I saw her leave the dance hall, turning towards the restroom at the door. I thought she must be going to the restroom to clean up the vaginal fluid and semen stuck to her pants, heh heh.

After the lights-out dance, I left the girl, thinking that this afternoon might be over. I lit a cigarette, lingering somewhat reluctantly at the women on the dance floor under the colorful lights, still thinking about that girl, and a little regretful that I got married too early; otherwise, I definitely could have slept with her. Lost in thought, I glanced to the side and, lo and behold, a young woman sat right next to me. In the soft light filtering through the dance floor, I noticed she was a sexy woman, with a similar figure to the girl, long hair, a round face, and full, sensual lips. Her complexion, however, was a little less radiant than the girl's. She wore a white blouse and a skirt, her attire rather ordinary. A thought suddenly popped into my head: I'll give it another try. Acting on my impulse, I shifted closer to the woman, offered her a cigarette, and asked if she wanted one. She glanced at me, politely thanked me, and took it. I quickly pulled out my lighter and lit it for her. By the light of her cigarette, I noticed she was silently staring at the people on the dance floor, her gaze cold and indifferent. I figured she must be another unhappy woman, so I deliberately struck up a conversation, asking if she didn't need to go home to cook lunch. She shook her head and said she was living alone now. I deliberately asked if she wasn't married yet, and she said curtly that she was, but they were about to divorce. I asked her why, and she launched into a tirade about her husband's faults, mainly his infidelity. I tried to persuade her to change her mind using the same methods I used to talk to Xiaoxia, but it didn't work. She was determined to get a divorce, but she didn't know how to handle it in her best interest. I suggested that her husband should initiate the divorce, and she should naturally have custody of the children, giving her more leverage in matters like property division. I also reminded her of some legal issues to be aware of during a divorce. She appreciated my knowledge, and her expression brightened. She told me she worked at the city textile factory, her name was Ping, she was 27, and she was very distressed about her divorce. She had come out to clear her head, but she wasn't really in the mood to dance. I said then she shouldn't dance. I checked my watch; it was already past 11 o'clock, and I thought I had to go back to work soon. I asked her to meet me at noon to chat, explaining that I had to go back to my workplace and asked her to wait for me at a location near the dance hall at 11:50.

We met on time. When we met, I noticed that Ping had deliberately put on makeup; her hair was neatly combed, and she gave me a bright smile. After a few pleasantries, I took her to the "Pao Lou" (a dance hall). This dance hall wasn't far from my workplace or the "Pao Lou," making it very convenient for me. About ten minutes later, we entered the "Pao Lou." We sat down on the sofa, and I made her a cup of tea. She took a few sips and continued discussing with me how to handle the divorce in her best interest. Looking at her gentle face and mature figure, I was a little absent-minded. I gave her a few perfunctory replies and then put my arm around her shoulder. She leaned into my arms as well. Her lips were thick, and when we kissed, I couldn't help but lick her sexy lips, even gently biting them with my teeth. She closed her eyes and hugged me tightly. I unbuttoned her collar, slipped my hand inside her bra, and immediately squeezed her full breasts. Her breasts were still firm and high, but her nipples were larger, not as delicate as that girl's. I twisted and pinched her nipples, enjoying playing with this mature woman's body. She rested her head against my chest, letting out a soft breath. I felt my penis grow hard, so I carried her to the edge of the bed, pulled off her skirt and stockings, and saw her snow-white legs slightly parted. Between her legs, where her pubic hair was thick, glistening love juice had already seeped from the crevice of her thick labia. I pulled out my thick penis, raised her legs slightly, aimed at her red and moist vaginal opening, and thrust hard, burying my large penis all the way into her vagina. "Mmm..." Ping couldn't help but let out a moan, then covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Ping's vagina was sticky and wet. Slippery, tightly enveloping my penis, her legs swayed on either side of my shoulders as my large penis thrust in and out powerfully… Although my penis was very hard, I had ejaculated an hour earlier, and the urge to ejaculate wasn't strong at this moment. I thrust in her vagina for a long time without feeling the urge to ejaculate. I felt that it wasn't me needing a woman, but rather serving a woman. To enhance the sexual stimulation, I lifted her shirt, and her pair of white, tender breasts immediately sprang out. I grabbed both of her nipples and pinched and twisted them desperately. “Ah…it hurts…oh…it hurts…” Amid her screams, her vagina contracted powerfully. Looking at her delicate face, hidden by her messy hair, and under the intense contraction of her vagina, I reached a passionate climax. My penis thrust powerfully in and out of her vagina, ejaculating a small amount of semen…

After we finished, Ping leaned against me, pouting, and said, “You have sadistic tendencies.” I said, “This is an adult game, everyone is excited, right?” She said sweetly, “But my nipples still hurt.” Then she said that she and her husband had been separated for more than three months and hadn't had sex, and that she really wanted it. She praised my ability and said I lasted a long time. I chuckled and pinched her cheek, saying I would be more careful next time and not hurt her, so she would be as satisfied as she was today. Then I explained to Ping that I hadn't planned ahead and had to go home for lunch, so I would treat her to lunch tomorrow. Ping threw herself into my arms and said, "Don't lie to me!" I rubbed her breasts and said, "No, don't worry, call me on my pager tomorrow at noon." I really wanted to have sex with Ping again, because this time my libido wasn't strong enough, it was a bit forced, and I wasn't satisfied. Unexpectedly, on the second day at work, my boss notified me that there was an emergency and I had to accompany him on a business trip. I had no choice but to go with him. I naturally didn't receive Ping's pager, and she didn't give me her contact number, so I lost contact with Ping. Actually, if I really wanted to find Ping, I could have gone to her textile factory to check, but I was too lazy to go because she was going through a divorce.

A dance party lasts two and a half hours. If you have enough time to enjoy the whole thing, and are lucky, it's quite normal to harass and touch three or four women. Many women come to the party just for some fresh air and don't particularly mind men touching them. However, it's not common to see someone finish off one girl in the dance hall and then immediately go and have sex with a married woman. This was my first and only time experiencing this, and looking back, it was incredibly exciting. After having sex with Ping, I suddenly made a new discovery about women: unmarried women, due to limited sexual experience, are more easily aroused when they encounter men. But married women differ in their sexual desire; thinner married women have a stronger sex drive, while heavier women have a slightly weaker one. Ping, although on the heavier side, was an exception because she was separated from her husband. Therefore, brothers, if you want to quickly get rid of a woman, a slender married woman should be your first choice. Also, the size and thickness of a woman's mouth are directly proportional to her vulva; a larger mouth means a larger vulva, and thicker lips mean thicker labia. I wonder if any of you brothers with rich sexual experience have noticed this? Hehe!

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