Unlike a 45-year-old mature woman

L and I met online, about two months ago. Business wasn't going well, and I was spending my free time in QQ chat rooms. Tired of looking at profiles one by one, I chose a rather ambiguous name, purely for bait. Those who understood the meaning of the name would take the bait; those who didn't weren't my targets.

Under these circumstances, L fell into my "trap" and proactively added me on QQ. I looked at her profile: age 45, other information blank. Wow, I'm not that old, am I? I'm generally not interested in women of that age, or women who claim to be that age for whatever reason. But this "old auntie" kept asking questions, and out of politeness, I patiently answered them. I don't know if my patience moved her or something else, but she actually asked to exchange photos. Fine, let's exchange! Who's afraid of who? However, when I received the photos, I was a bit stunned. She was over 1.7 meters tall, and her figure definitely didn't look like that of a 45-year-old. Her face showed signs of age, but it couldn't hide her charisma. Her thighs, faintly visible, were fair and straight. I was immediately captivated. Ah, men! Just moments before I'd sworn I wasn't interested, but after seeing the photos, I surrendered instantly.

After a week of intensive efforts—QQ chats and text messages—the enemy's defenses finally crumbled. After several meetings, L finally told her story—she'd been a model for the past few years, and seeing all her friends with partners when they went out, she was all alone. After a few encounters, she thought I was a good person, at least not the type to grope women. So, the rest of the story unfolded naturally.

One day after work, we arranged to meet at a hotel. After a simple meal, L told me to shower first while she watched TV. So I didn't stand on ceremony, and after showering, I wrapped myself in a large towel and came out, crawling into bed to look at her. She silently turned off the TV and the lights (frustrating, what a waste of such a great figure, there will be other opportunities), and went in to shower. After showering, she lay down next to me wrapped in a large bath towel, refusing to take it off and not allowing me to touch her anywhere, which made me even more frustrated. What was this? Under normal circumstances, we would have already been kissing passionately

. However, this kind of decent girl probably wasn't the type to go out often, which was a good thing, I guess. So I slowly started chatting with her, gradually disarming her. After about fifteen minutes of coaxing and pleading, the bath towel was finally pulled off, and the blanket was kicked aside. I gently kissed her earlobe, and I heard her breathing gradually quicken. She took the initiative to stick her tongue out, and we hugged each other tightly, holding me very tightly. After a while, I kissed her firm breasts, her nipples hard, clearly indicating that she had never breastfed a child. So my hands became restless, reaching down to her lower body, caressing her labia majora, and gently touching her clitoris. She slowly became wet, and more and more fluid flowed out. Finally, her hand reached for my penis, grasped it, and began stroking it up and down. I figured she'd give me oral sex, but to my surprise, she said she didn't know how and had never done it for anyone else. I was so frustrated. These days, there are still such old-fashioned people. She looks so alluring in photos, but in bed, she's not even as good as a young girl. Sigh, you can't force a relationship. I guess I'll have to think about oral sex later.

We touched each other for a while in the dark bed. I felt it was about time, so I thought about what position to use. To avoid embarrassing her, I got up, spread her legs, and tried the missionary position. She cooperated well; her legs were smooth and long, spread on either side of her body. I pressed my penis against her vaginal opening, lubricated it, and gently inserted it. It was very moist and warm inside, and felt a little tight. She let out a soft moan, subtle yet alluring. At that moment, I couldn't care less. From fast to slow, from shallow to deep, she writhed beneath me, making indistinct, excited sounds. After about ten minutes of thrusting, she was completely soaked. I could feel her sparse pubic hair, and sticky vaginal fluid trickled down her thighs. My penis found the entrance effortlessly, the sounds of its in-and-out motion enhancing the erotic atmosphere in the room.

Seeing that it was about time, I turned her to her side, lifted one leg and placed it on my shoulder, penetrating her at an even deeper angle. This time, she had no chance to wriggle; she was completely under my control. Her smooth, delicate leg pressed against my face, stimulating my senses. This position allowed for deep penetration and easily touched her clitoris. Her moans grew increasingly frantic. This was bad; I hate those beautiful moans. I quickly slowed down, lowered her thigh, and lay down beside her, letting her mount me. Thankfully, she seemed to know what to do. She got up and used a towel to wipe my sweat, then straddled me and inserted my penis with her hand. She started moving up and down, but it felt very clumsy. After a while, it didn't feel good or bad, and it wasn't satisfying at all. "Fine," I thought, "I'll take over." I had her lie on top of me while I moved, and she lowered her head to kiss my breasts—a double pleasure! Soon I was about to ejaculate. I asked her if she wanted me to pull out, but she said no, just leave it inside. We continued until I ejaculated inside her. By then, we were both a little crazy, and I made a terrible sound. I held her tightly, pushing the fluid deep into her vagina with each thrust...

After a while, she covered her genitals, got off me, went to the bathroom to wash up, and even brought a hot towel to clean my penis. I rested for a bit, then went to the bathroom to wash as well. After getting dressed, my legs felt weak; age is catching up with me. She sat quietly on the edge of the bed watching TV. I asked her if she was feeling good. She said she'd never felt so comfortable before. Sigh, maybe it was the truth, or maybe it was a reflection on the past ten years—how much happy time she'd wasted, all because she wanted to keep a promise, only to find her beauty had faded.

A week later, after some gentle persuasion on QQ and the sweetness of their last date, she was open to things outside the bedroom, except for the missionary position. She even told me she'd never watched porn, but had heard it was really pleasurable from behind (I'm speechless, I don't know how I've survived all these years!), etc. I knew this woman had potential; with proper training, she could be a gem. Thinking about it, I realized how difficult it was for me. I'm getting on in years, and I still have to shoulder the responsibility of providing sex education, especially since the other person is older than me. But Confucius said, "Teaching without weariness is a joyful thing," and my teacher's teachings constantly inspire me to do this work of entertaining myself and others well. ;)

After the previous experience and the theoretical learning on QQ, she wasn't as nervous when we booked a room again. At the hotel, I opened my laptop and played some adult films of different styles, telling her about the various genres and representative works. She watched with great interest. Later, I put on a sex position tutorial with Chinese subtitles and went to take a shower first. She watched from the first minute all the way to the last anal section (probably not ready for that yet), without turning off the lights, and went straight to the shower. After she came out, I put on an Asian film, all one-on-one with internal ejaculation, about seven or eight scenes, less than two hours long. We watched it while doing foreplay. I jokingly asked her what she had learned, and she proactively leaned over me and kissed me for a while, then lowered her head to kiss my penis, doing oral sex quite skillfully, even stimulating my nipples with both hands! Wow, she really learns so quickly, it's enjoyable. While enjoying myself, I corrected some shortcomings and expressed my earnest hopes that she would achieve even greater success. This time, she was more open, but still wouldn't let me kiss her genitals. We made love while watching porn, going from missionary to doggy style, from top to bottom and front to back. The faint light filtering through the window, watching her perfect body moaning beneath me, filled me with ecstasy. She didn't close her eyes to enjoy it like last time; as long as she could see, she watched the porn on the computer, moaning and responding to my movements.

After we finished, we went to get something to eat, came back, showered, and went back to bed. This time, she had me lie on the bed and gave me oral sex very seriously and carefully, almost making me ejaculate in her mouth. She was truly a natural beauty; her figure was almost perfect. Her breasts weren't sagging at all, her body had no blemishes or marks, and her skin was delicate and smooth. Having such a mature woman beneath me made me feel that making love with her was perfect, that the pleasure of sex couldn't be greater—no promises, no demands, no future, just making love for pleasure. Later, she told me on QQ that last time we made love for too long, and it had chafed her genitals. I joked that it wasn't my little brother's prowess, but that her little sister hadn't been used enough, hehe.

One day, she nestled in my arms and quietly asked me, "Will our ending be like the one in the story of Paradise Lost?" I said no, I wouldn't and I don't want you to. She asked why, and I said, "In Paradise Lost, the men are bigger than the women, but in our case, you're a little older than me, so it won't be." Yay!

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