[Recalling that affair]

Recalling That Affair
Author: Unknown
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This is a true story from shortly after I started working.
At that time, I would say I was an introverted person. Seeing girls, especially pretty girls,
would fill me with a strange panic; my face would turn red before I could even speak. However, my heart, imprisoned for 21 years,
always harbored an irrepressible longing for mature, voluptuous women. In parks, on the street, in any public
place, whenever I saw a woman with large breasts and a wide bottom, even though "moral propriety" suppressed me, I would still secretly
peek at their private parts and white breasts from their occasional careless sitting posture or unbuttoned collars. It
gave me an unparalleled pleasure.
My attention to her was purely by chance. She was six years older than me. Although not particularly beautiful,
she was sexy and alluring, and she always liked to subtly flaunt her
firm breasts, which, despite having breastfed a five-year-old child, remained upright and shapely. It was precisely those captivating breasts that lured me step by step
into our affair.
Perhaps it's male nature, but when we see a woman, our eyes always instinctively wander to her figure
. That day, after dinner, I passed by the factory's water dispenser. I habitually scanned the crowd getting water, and
she, without a bra, was carrying two thermos flasks as she walked out. Her two full, firm breasts
swayed in front of me through her white, sheer blouse, the dark brown areolas and nipples clearly visible. In all my life, it was the first time I
had ever seen the breasts of a mature, full-figured woman so clearly yet vaguely. Instantly, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction washed over
my entire body, and my genitals immediately became aroused. She, who was just leaving the boiler room, noticed me staring intently at her,
glanced at my genitals, and gave me a suggestive smile: "Dr. Xiao, have you eaten?!" My face
flushed instantly. I smiled sheepishly at her, murmured "Mmm," and immediately turned and walked towards the ward.
Every time I glimpsed her breasts through her collar or the hem of her shirt, I felt an indescribable excitement.
A colleague who often played mahjong with her, being a good friend of mine, unintentionally acted as a go-between, and we
became quite familiar with each other. That year, during the National Day holiday, the hospital organized a trip to the city to see a movie, and sitting next to her
sparked my desire to get closer to her. I then carried out my first step according to plan. At that time,
although I wasn't a virgin, taking the first step into having an affair with a married woman was still very difficult.
I don't remember the name of the movie that day, let alone the plot, but I had planned
to make contact with her casually, to see her reaction, and then decide whether to take the next
step. I planned to pretend to be engrossed in a particularly exciting part of the movie, patting her leg and
placing my hand on it. Even if she wasn't interested in us, or even objected, this gesture wouldn't put either of us in
an awkward situation. Even if our colleagues noticed, they wouldn't suspect anything. And indeed,
that exciting moment became eternal. She showed no sign of backing down, and then covered my
hand with her soft palm. At that moment, I knew I could have those breasts I had always dreamed of.
From then on, desire burned within me. But reason was not consumed by lust. For a while, she
often brought her son to my dorm to play or chat in my office, or she would take the opportunity to go back to her parents' home and wait for me outside the movie theater.
The first time I touched her firm breasts was the second time she came to my dorm with her son. My
roommate had gone out, so I lay on the bed while she sat on the edge, and her innocent son sat on the opposite
bed playing with his toys. At first, I stroked her rounded back from behind, then slowly my
hand moved from under her clothes to the front, touching her cleavage and stroking her nipples, still erect through her bra.
I heard her let out a soft moan, then she unhooked her bra herself, and my large
hands completely covered the breasts I had longed for. I took a deep breath, and my penis immediately sprang to life
. Her nipples hardened under my gentle caress, and like a baby nursing, I
caressed one breast while tenderly stroking the other. Finally, I opened my fingers and kneaded her nipples. She
couldn't help but moan again. Her son looked up at her, puzzled, and I quickly withdrew my hands in fright
. In the days that followed, whenever we were together, I would always try to find ways to touch her breasts. Sometimes I would sneak up on her
in the office and hug her tightly from behind, feeling the elasticity of her full breasts; other times I would secretly drop a marble into her cleavage
and then take it out. For a while, I only touched her breasts. This went on until
we were both blushing, and whenever I tried to take things further, she would hold my
hand tightly and softly say, "Not now, baby." And each time, I would wisely stop.
I knew that moment was not far off. This went on for about twenty days. That
evening, she brought her son to my dorm again. She was wearing elastic-waisted pants. I first touched her breasts
, then slowly moved down to her slightly protruding belly. I heard her take a deep breath.
I tentatively touched the waistband of her pants. I heard her breathing quicken. I slipped my hand inside, touching her soft
lower abdomen, and quickly slid it down. Ah! I felt her sparse pubic hair! The waistband of her panties wasn't very tight. I
pulled it open a little, revealing a large patch of dark pubic hair. I found her labia among this patch of hair. I was extremely excited
. I pulled off my shorts, and with my drooling penis, I pressed it against her. I used the glans to spread her vaginal opening, and
when I was sure I was safe, I let go, placed my hands on either side of her face, leaned forward, and slowly pushed my
penis into her vagina.
To be honest, her vagina was relatively loose, but if it weren't, I wouldn't have been able to insert it so easily. Because I
hadn't had sex in a long time, the pleasure was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
My heart skipped a beat, and I saw her tremble slightly. She immediately whispered in my ear,
"Baby, don't touch me anymore, I can't hold back!" But instead, she grabbed my already hard penis and
started rubbing it through my pants, saying, "I miss you so much, baby!"
By this time, I was already on the verge of losing control, but because her son was right in front of us, we dared not be unrestrained.
She kept her legs tightly closed, preventing me from continuing. "No matter what, you have to let me touch you," I
whispered in her ear. She was already completely aroused. I reached inside, my palm covering her
vulva, which was almost completely wet. Her juices soaked my hand, and to everyone's surprise, the back of my hand felt her
pants were wet. I gently hooked my little finger upwards towards her clitoris, and she couldn't help but let
out a soft "Ah!" as her whole body tensed. All three people in the house were startled. That night, unable to
contain my excitement, I masturbated three times, filling the room with the smell of semen.
The moment she let me touch her vulva in a public place was even more thrilling and exciting.
Perhaps the most dangerous thing is also the safest, and women are very clever when dealing with emergencies during affairs
.
To deceive my colleagues, I often invited my roommate along when we went out. Our entertainment at that time mostly consisted of going to
the park, and more often, watching movies. During the movies, she always sat between us. Wearing a long skirt, she
would always put her legs on the seat in front of her, leaning slightly forward to block my colleagues' view of me. I would then
slip my hand between her legs from the armrest. Sometimes she wouldn't wear underwear, and to my surprise, she would always
smile at me, which only fueled my passion. I would start by gently pinching her labia majora from top to bottom,
touching them lightly until I felt her vaginal fluid seeping out. Then I would use my fingers to part her labia majora and stroke her labia minora as if
stroking her labia majora, until her vulva was soaked. Only then would I use my fingers, moistened with her vaginal fluid, to caress her clitoris.
I searched for her G-spot on her clitoris, stroking it with varying pressure until she whispered seductively,
"It's burning hot inside, if you touch me any more I'll make it happen here, baby!" At that point, I
absolutely wouldn't give up. I would immediately insert my finger into her vagina and gently
stir it against her clitoris until she couldn't hold back any longer. I only stopped when I was afraid of being discovered by my colleagues. I don't know if my colleague genuinely
didn't notice or was just pretending, but on the way back, she was still enthusiastically discussing the scene with me, and I
could only respond with "uh-huhs."
I say she's clever because of her reaction when, during a crucial moment of our lovemaking in the dorm, the sound of her key turning in the lock
disturbed our erotic dream. There are
traces of our lovemaking in my dorm, at her house, and even outdoors. But making love in my dorm was the most dangerous. We always took advantage of every possible opportunity
to sneak into the dorm to make love. And the most dangerous time was during work hours.
That time, it was her.
I understood and walked towards the dormitory. Then, they would take off each other's clothes at the same time. She
would only take off one pant leg, while I would take off all of mine. Then we would go straight to the "golden dragon".
Every time, I could feel that she was dripping with lustful fluid, which made me very excited. As I thrust forcefully, and she
swayed her full hips and twisted her waist in ecstatic reciprocation, the door, already locked,
made the sound of a key being inserted. At that moment, I was completely terrified. She immediately pulled
me down from my panicked attempt to put on my pants, and with a "whoosh," she pulled them on, rushed to the door, unlocked it, and braced herself against it,
as if joking with a colleague, while gesturing with her eyes for me to hurry up and put on my pants. In my haste, I could only
cover myself with the blanket. In that brief instant, she was fully prepared. Seeing that I was ready, she
nonchalantly opened the door and laughed with her colleague, then secretly made faces at me.
If my affair with her during the factory years stemmed from my uncontrollable youthful impulses, and what makes me unable to
forget her to this day, and why
I now have a deep longing for voluptuous, mature women, I think it's because of her rich sexual experience and the meticulous
care she showed me during sex. Before her, I had tried my hand at sex a little. But after her, I truly
experienced the joy of sex. She gave me unparalleled pleasure, she made me lose myself completely.
It was a drizzly spring morning. She, who drove the shuttle bus, woke up my roommate at 6 a.m.
to go to the city for errands. Half asleep, I heard someone knocking on the door. Reluctantly, I crawled
out of bed and opened the door. She rushed in like a whirlwind, then slipped under my covers to tell me she
had switched shifts with someone. I knew this was going to be a passionate morning. This morning, she gave me a reason to never forget her
.
She sat under the covers for a while, caressing me through my clothes and pants. When her hands were warm, she
slipped them inside my pants and gently squeezed my erect penis, seemingly reluctantly playing with my testicles.
I couldn't wait any longer and unbuckled her belt, caressing her already slightly moist vulva. At first, we
comforted each other in silence.
She was losing control. Her abdomen trembled intermittently, as if urging me to enter her immediately. Suddenly, she
whispered to me, "Baby, we can't go on like this anymore. This morning was our last time, but I
want you to remember me forever." After saying that, she kissed me, crawled under the covers, and took my penis into her mouth. At first, she only
licked my glans with her tongue, until she saw that I was losing control, then she climbed out. Then she used her right
middle and index fingers to pinch the base of my penis to control my arousal. Afterward, she took off her pants, unhooked her bra
, pulled off my panties that were still on my lap, and made me put on a sweater so we could sit and make love. She
grasped my penis with her hand, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and gently sat down until I was fully ejaculated. I felt
her warm, soft vagina still gripping my penis like a virgin's. At first, she didn't move,
and I experienced a thrill that I couldn't feel with any woman I'd made love with for the next ten years. It truly felt like a feather gently
teasing an itch, or like turning on a hot shower when you're exhausted and a rush of heat flowing from one point to your whole body.
For the first time, I couldn't help but groan, enjoying the pleasure she gave me. Then, she slowly began to move. Sometimes
she would lift her buttocks and sit down gently until her vagina swallowed my penis; sometimes she would slowly lift her
plump buttocks and quickly slide them down onto my penis; sometimes she would thrust wildly, a wisp of steam rising from her head.
As she thrust, I felt like I was about to explode. "Baby, I can't hold back anymore,"
I said, my words like a whirlwind. She grabbed my head and thrust desperately until I used all my strength to hold
her buttocks, pressing tightly against her clitoris. At that moment, my penis could no longer withstand my almost frantic thrusting.
With a powerful jerk, I ejaculated a stream of white, cloudy semen. A wave of pleasure surged through my body…
Even as I was halfway through ejaculating, my eyes remained fixed on her vagina. Persistence pays off
; just as her two… When her thighs were spread wide to fit into her panties, I saw her labia
gently part, and her vaginal cleft also slightly opened as her labia parted. I even saw
a few glistening drops of fluid inside the cleft…
What I remember most vividly is her tenderness and care during sex…
I'm not the kind of macho man described by netizens. Although I've made considerable
progress in my sexual life over the past two years, I was still too inexperienced to withstand the rough treatment of an experienced woman.
Sexual life back then was tense; I had to endure the torment of my conscience and morals, as well as the shock of societal judgment if discovered.
Therefore, being inexperienced in sex, I was mostly in a passive and pampered position throughout the process
. I remember the first time we made love at her place was after midnight. Her dorm was one of those single-story
apartments with a shared balcony and suites in the front and back. To get there, I had to tiptoe out of the dorm,
risking being discovered by her roommates on the same floor. I gently knocked on the door, and it opened immediately.
As soon as I entered, she hugged me tightly and whispered, "Baby, don't be nervous, no one will know!" We
embraced and went to the bed. I saw two cups of hot tea and a neatly folded towel on a stool beside the bed.
She took off my clothes, then quickly disarmed herself, lay down on the bed, and opened her arms, saying,
"Baby, sleep on me, let me hug you!" I obediently lay down on her voluptuous body, burying my face
between her breasts, my hands caressing her thighs, my abdomen rubbing between her legs. The curtain
rose in this scene. Like a spoiled child, I let her do as she pleased, guiding my mouth and hands to
roam over her body. Then I sat up, and we sat naked facing each other. I wrapped one arm around her and caressed
her breast with the other. She used a mirror to look at her genitals, showing me their structure. Then she took my
hand and gently touched her clitoris until white fluid flowed from her vaginal opening. Then, she made me lie down.
She knelt on top of me, guiding my penis into her vagina with her hand, and thrusting her hips. I
clumsily responded to her. She gazed at me with eyes that were both infatuated and lustful. In that captivating gaze
, her swaying breasts stirred my heart as well. Watching my hard penis enter and exit her slippery
, warm, still pink vulva, seeing the vaginal fluid that came out when my penis was withdrawn and
the edges of her vagina turning inside out, I couldn't control myself. I jumped up, pushed her onto the bed, spread her legs, and thrust in and out wantonly.
She skillfully moved her plump buttocks, pushing me step by step towards orgasm. After ejaculating, she turned over,
placed me on the bed, took a towel to wipe me clean, brought me tea, and used her left hand to support my head and feed me water.
After washing herself, she gently held me, her fleshy thighs tightly clamping my legs, and I
fell asleep peacefully in her arms...

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