[Middle-aged slut]

This incident has always left me with very mixed feelings; I can't say whether it's a blessing or a curse, whether I should be happy or

sad . Perhaps it was youthful ignorance, but looking back, it seems a bit absurd. Today, I'm sharing this online,

hoping that netizens can give me a fair judgment. This isn't pornography, and I won't describe the specific

sexual acts. Please forgive me.

It happened eight years ago, when I was 25, shortly after graduating from university and starting work. Due to work,

I painfully broke up with my college girlfriend of three years, and I was feeling very down and depressed. Work was also very mundane,

so I felt very bored. One day, a friend invited me to go dancing, and he had already arranged two

female dance partners. Having been a skilled dancer before, I agreed out of sheer boredom. When we arrived at the dance hall, my two partners

had arrived before us. One was a young woman, about 22 years old, my friend's regular partner. The other was a middle-aged woman, about 30 years old, whom

I didn't initially look at closely. After a polite introduction, we sat down, feeling a bit

reserved .

Soon, the dancing began, and my friend and his partner quickly went to dance. Out of politeness, I asked her

to dance .

To my surprise, we danced together quite well; the steps were skillful, and our coordination was excellent, making me take notice.

Taking advantage of the close face-to-face interaction, I observed her more closely. She was of medium height, with a good figure, short, simple hair, a face that wasn't

particularly beautiful, with some wrinkles, and I could tell she was wearing makeup and bright red lipstick. Her teeth were clean and

even, and she was dressed appropriately. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, 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 her surname was Chen, and her husband was a small business owner in the shipping industry, often away from

home quite wealthy.

A few days later, my friend told me that she had invited us to dance again, and I gladly accepted. This time,

we were much more relaxed, chatting and laughing. Needless to say, my friend danced with her partner, and we were paired

together . We danced proper ballroom dances. At that time, a dance called "cheek-to-cheek dance" was popular. Every

dance party usually includes a cheek-to-cheek dance session. The music is very soft, the lights are dim—not pitch

black, but just shadows. Couples hug each other tightly, body to body, face to face,

swaying on the dance floor. Many people go specifically for this time, just to find a dance partner for a cheek-to-cheek dance.

My friend and his girlfriend had already gone for a cheek-to-cheek dance. Since we weren't very familiar with each other, we tactfully sat and chatted.

We danced together several times, gradually getting to know each other better, and our feelings for each other grew stronger. Finally,

one day , encouraged by my friend, we started cheek-to-cheek dancing too. 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. We didn't say anything, just silently pressed together. I could smell the faint

scent of her perfume. To be honest, my little brother was uncooperatively erect at that moment. The first time was very exciting.

After the first time, the rest was natural. After experiencing the initial thrill, I became obsessed with dancing with her. But

I didn't dare harbor any improper thoughts.

About two weeks later, we were quite familiar with each other. One day, my friend suggested we go to 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 were wrapped around my head, her head resting on my shoulder.

Her whole body softly leaned 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 was a little out of control. Finally, I mustered

my courage and gently kissed her cheek. I felt she was a little excited, but she only moved slightly.

She didn't try to escape; instead, she hugged me even tighter. During the break, we both sat in silence, savoring

the excitement of the moment. 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 met at the dance hall as planned, and began our own 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, if I didn't 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 charming, mature women. She said she

liked my humor and insights, my skillful dance steps, and my youthful energy. She 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 within 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, but she said it was uncomfortable and let go. She moved slightly, and I thought she was unhappy, so I pulled

my hand back. But then she pulled my hand from her back and placed it on her buttocks.

Unexpectedly, 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 dress, so she lifted it herself, revealing her entire buttocks for me to touch. I didn't need to worry about anyone

seeing, because the lighting was so dim, and she was wearing a long skirt. Once I put my hand inside, the skirt would hang down, making it

difficult for anyone to see what we were doing. This made my blood boil. I excitedly touched her buttocks, feeling how large they were.

It was a little loose, very smooth, and tender. Her panties were too small, sinking deep into her buttocks,

exposing her entire bottom. I touched her buttocks, my fingers occasionally probing into her cleft. We were both very excited; I could clearly

feel each other's breathing become heavier and our heartbeats quicken. She even went a step further, actively touching my penis with her hand.

My already swollen penis felt even more unbearable, like it was about to explode. Perhaps understanding my

discomfort, she unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out of my underwear. She started stroking it. I

did n'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. It was very smooth, and

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 their feelings; I only felt an urgent need to release. Soon, I

ejaculated .

I wanted to scream but couldn't, so I suppressed the pleasure. She considerately held my glans, letting

all my semen shoot into her hand, then tossed it onto the floor in a corner and rubbed it a few times with her foot. It

wouldn't be long before the dance steps of the crowd wiped it clean. I felt exhausted, my legs 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

, ending the dance early and returning to our seats. I leaned against her, gradually coming back to my senses. We

just smiled knowingly, saying nothing, still savoring the passion and excitement of the moment.

The next afternoon, a weekend, we arranged to go dancing in the afternoon. This time, I was determined to

do something. The dance hall happened to be located inside a hotel. Once we arrived, I could tell she was also a little

uneasy. Sitting in her seat, she lacked her usual politeness. In the dim light, using her long skirt

as cover, I slipped my hand between her legs, from beside her thigh. She slightly parted her legs, and I

gently stroked her genitals. We were both excited, and I suggested we get a room, which she agreed to. However, due to

inexperience, we both forgot our ID cards. She still insisted that I ask at the front desk if we could get

a room by the hour without ID, but they refused. We were both disappointed and danced aimlessly. Finally, it was

time for our cheek-to-cheek dance again. We went down to dance, thinking it would be the same as yesterday. As soon as we started dancing, we began touching each other

without restraint . I felt she was prepared; her underwear was small, thin, and narrow in the middle,

barely covering anything. I guessed it was semi-transparent, very sexy, making it easier for me to touch her without pulling down her underwear

. 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, against the wall,

spread my legs, lifted the front of her skirt, and without taking off her underwear, simply pulled it aside to expose my

penis . She told me to squat down a little, and with one hand spreading her vagina and the other holding my already

erect penis, she guided me to insert it into her vagina. Due to my lack of experience, I couldn't get it in after several attempts. She told me to

squat down a little more, standing between her legs, and she tried very hard. My mind went blank, and I mechanically

followed her instructions. My penis hurt a little 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. I couldn't quite describe the feeling; it hurt a little, probably because of the position. I was very excited,

my heart was racing, and I didn't think much, just stood there dumbly, holding her tightly. She shifted her hips a few times,

prompting me to move. I tried moving a few times, and it felt great; I could feel

the friction . 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. It gradually became clear that I had lost my virginity,

and with a middle-aged 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 conflicted feelings, I didn't see her for several days. She contacted me several times, but I

politely declined with various excuses. About two weeks later, she called me, saying 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 and saw her in the lobby

. Without saying a word, I simply 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

undress her. 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 too.

My little brother was standing very erect. I roughly pulled down her panties, and finally I could clearly see her vulva.

Although I had touched it many times, I had never looked at it closely before. Her lower abdomen was quite full, her skin was slightly

loose , and there was no excess fat. Her pubic hair wasn't too much, but it was quite long. Her entire vulva was dark and looked a bit plump. I used

my fingers to separate her labia; it was red and very wet inside. I inserted my fingers into her vagina and began to thrust. Her

body kept twisting, and she made moaning sounds. I couldn't take it anymore. I raised my penis to insert it, but I couldn't quite find it.

The feeling of a door. She lifted her legs, completely exposing her vagina, and grasped my penis, smoothly

inserting it into her. I lay on top of her, thrusting rhythmically, my movements somewhat uncoordinated, but I could feel

the pleasure emanating from the friction of my glans inside her. Soon, I cried out, I ejaculated, feeling 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 as well. She took some tissues and wiped her

genitals, placing some outside her vagina. I realized then that semen would leak out. She told me

she wasn't satisfied yet, and I said I was too tired to move, and suggested we wait a bit. 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 was

n't important, but to me, it was very important. This was my first real time having sex with 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. That's when I realized how

powerful a woman's arousal could be. 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 engaged, saying she wanted me to remember this experience forever

and that I would always remember her.

A few days later, she called me. She was leaving, saying she would miss me and would come back to see me if she returned

. She might settle down elsewhere and never come back. I was very sad and

reluctant to let her go, but what could I do? I could only say I hoped she would come back to see me someday. And so,

to this day, we haven't seen each other again, and we don't know each other's situation. Although I am now married with children and

enjoying family life, I sometimes can't forget her. After all, she was the first woman I made love to. For

a young man like me, just beginning my sexual journey, it's an unforgettable experience. Even now, I still like middle-aged women;

I admire their maturity. Perhaps it's related to that experience

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