My affair with a respectable mature woman

I recently met a respectable mature woman online. We chatted a lot online. Her husband was away on a business trip. She has a fantastic figure; you can tell from the videos that her breasts are a full 36D, and her fair skin is incredibly sexy. Finally, I couldn't resist and asked her out a few days ago. She kept saying she was busy, but I thought I could easily win her over. I can't believe how fickle women can be. I'm sure of my feelings. This woman seems to enjoy being with me and the feeling I give her.

A few days ago, on the eve of Valentine's Day, I asked her out for dinner. She agreed, and I was overjoyed. I even made special preparations, taking a day off at 5 pm, showering, and deliberately not wearing underwear under my jeans—just for convenience, haha.

I arrived at the road we agreed upon around six o'clock. She was right on time, driving a brand new red Audi A4. There was a woman sitting next to her who looked a little older than her. At first, I thought I was mistaken because she had said earlier that she wasn't driving this car. I rolled down the window and saw her smiling at me. The woman next to her was also smiling. I didn't say anything and just opened the back door and got in.

After getting in the car, she introduced me to her friend, whose name I've long forgotten. She was average-looking, but seemed quite wealthy, carrying a men's style handbag. I just greeted her briefly, and then she asked where I was taking them to dinner. I had originally planned to take her to the same restaurant I'd been to last time; I'd planned everything perfectly. Although I didn't particularly like the food, the ambiance was nice, and the location wasn't too far out in the city center—it was rather secluded. Most importantly, the private rooms were very private, haha.

But her friend's appearance disrupted all my plans. I was even a little annoyed. The thought of wasting my resources tonight made me feel a bit resentful. I said irritably, "You decide. Wherever you drive, that's where we go." I regretted saying it as soon as I said it. That damn woman wouldn't have taken me to some hotel for dinner; that would have been so embarrassing. I still had eight or nine hundred yuan on me, but I couldn't just spend it all at once.

That woman probably knew I was a little unhappy that she brought her girlfriends along. I saw her glancing at me in the rearview mirror every now and then, with a wicked smile on her face. She clearly knew I had invited her alone, and I think she understood my purpose in inviting her. Anyway, all I saw was her doing this on purpose, and she seemed quite pleased with her own arrangements.

Her girlfriend kept asking me all sorts of questions, like where I was from, assuming I was from out of town, and then some stuff about body shaping. Later, I saw her car stop in front of a Hunan restaurant called People's Commune. She said she had just bought a car and was treating us to dinner. Haha, I didn't say anything and just got out of the car with them.

The meal was mostly small talk, and it was over in less than an hour.

After dinner, I got into her car to go back. She first offered to drop her off somewhere to pick up her child, and then it was just the two of us in the car. She asked me where I was going, and I said I'd treat her to tea and find her a place. She said no, she had things to do that evening, which made me unhappy. I felt a bit like I was being played, but she hadn't agreed to anything.

Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, she said, "Are you angry?" I said, "A little." I said, "We agreed to have dinner alone, what's the point of you bringing a friend? Are you trying to protect yourself from thieves?"

She slowly parked the car by the greenery, put her hand in mine, and I took hers in return.

She looked at me and said that if we continued our relationship like this, something bad would definitely happen. She said her husband was really good to her, but he was very petty in this area. Once, at a class reunion, she drank a little too much, and a male classmate who took her home caused a huge argument. After that, she became very cautious about relationships and didn't want him to misunderstand.

She said that besides a few close girlfriends and male friends' friends, her husband didn't allow her to use the computer or QQ. She said she was very happy when she was with me, but she was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself. She said that secrets can't stay hidden forever, and that if we met so often, people would eventually find out. She also said that if she had a sexual relationship with me, her feelings for me would definitely change. She said she had thought a lot about it and hoped that we could just be good friends.

After listening to her long explanation, I felt very frustrated. To be honest, I did have some feelings for this woman, but more than that, I wanted to conquer her physically and possess her body. I didn't want this to happen under such pressure.

Later, I told her, "Don't worry, I'll respect your wishes." I told her I really liked her. I knew that saying that was somewhat against my conscience, but she was still very happy to hear it. Haha, she was really happy because she even kissed me. Actually, she's not bad-looking; her eyes are just a little small, but her figure and skin are great.

She felt much better after hearing what I said, and then said she had something to do that day and would treat me to dinner another day. I said okay. At that moment, I really considered giving up. I didn't want to see her get divorced or anything like that.

Besides, this kind of normal friendship isn't really my style. I don't have the patience or the ability to just play games with a married woman without getting anything done. I don't have a woman right now; I need to find a sexual partner.

She might really not be the one I want.

On the way there, I regretted not sleeping with her that day. If I had just taken off her underwear first, everything would have been settled. I regret it so much! Sometimes I think it's better to have fun with more open-minded women. These "good girls" are really too much...

I've decided not to call her anymore. There are plenty of fish in the sea. With your attitude, no matter how much I pester you, do you think I can't live without you?

After that day, I decided not to contact her again, thinking she probably wouldn't call me either. Yesterday morning, while I was still asleep, I received a text message from her. She asked if I was free in the afternoon. I was supposed to be resting on the 6th and 7th, but I still answered yes. She said if I was free, I could go with her to Rizhao to run some errands. I agreed without asking what it was.

I got up and swapped my days off with my colleagues. I was full of anticipation for today. If I really couldn't get this woman, I would be really unwilling. I've never had a successful relationship with a woman before, except for my previous girlfriend. I didn't want to give up this opportunity. I told myself that I couldn't be soft-hearted today, otherwise I would really have no chance later. I had to find a chance to win her over today.

I changed into a tracksuit, and then I took off my underwear, leaving me in just a pair of track pants. After lunch, I went to the agreed-upon place to wait for her. She had arrived before me. I got into her car, and she asked me to roll up the window, as if she was afraid someone would see us.

She was dressed the same way we had dinner that day, except she was wearing a gray overcoat that was a different color from her skirt. Oh, and I later noticed she was also wearing flesh-colored stockings, haha. She had changed her sandals to white high heels.

We chatted happily for a while. She asked me how many girlfriends I had had before, and I mentioned the one in Qingdao and another from Wenzhou. Then she asked me how many women I had slept with, and I just randomly said three, haha. Too many or too few wouldn't be good either. She asked if there was another woman besides them who was a prostitute. I said no, it was a one-night stand, I met her at a bar. I lied, but she didn't seem to mind.

On the way, I would occasionally touch her thigh. Although it was through her skirt and stockings, I only realized she was wearing stockings when I tried to reach inside her skirt to touch her thigh. She didn't resist when it was outside her skirt, but whenever I tried to reach inside, she would tell me not to do that and then move my hand away. I just went along with her wishes, because I was afraid she might be driving carelessly.

After getting on the highway, it took about an hour or two to reach Rizhao. We arrived in Rizhao around 2 PM. She went to a shop to exchange a check, and then said that she had finished her business and asked me to go shopping with her. I said, "Aren't you afraid that you'll be too late when you get home and your husband will ask where you went?" She giggled and said, "He went to Mount Tai with a client today." I was excited when I heard that. I whispered in her ear, "Then let's not go back tonight." She slapped me and said, "How can we do that? The child is still at her sister's house." She told me not to dream about it and that we would go back after dinner.

At that time, I had already imagined a wonderful future for us, haha. I felt that she was giving me a hint, perhaps because we weren't in the same city and there was no need to worry about running into acquaintances. We would act like a couple. When she was trying on clothes, I would carry her bag for her. Sometimes when we weren't around, I would even hold her hand. She would just politely decline. We spent the whole afternoon shopping in a relaxed and happy way. I didn't feel tired at all. I just kept thinking about where to go for dinner later and how to make my move. As I thought about it, my little brother would get a little hard. Luckily, I was wearing loose sweatpants, or I would have suffered.

The inevitable finally arrived. I was wandering around until around 5 p.m., and it was already getting dark. But I still couldn't figure out where I could easily make my move on her. I've been to this city several times, but I don't know where there's a suitable place for me to commit my crime. Hehe, I'm anxious and don't know what to do. I don't want to go to a place that's transparent and doesn't allow for privacy.

Then she asked me if I was hungry, saying that I had spent the afternoon with her and asked me to have dinner. I said okay, where should we eat? She seemed to understand the meaning behind my question. I sensed that she was a little shy, and her voice suddenly became softer. She asked me where I wanted to eat first. Her tone immediately gave me that ambiguous feeling. I also whispered to her that we should just find a place where no one would bother us and that it didn't matter what we ate. Then she pinched my waist and then lowered her head and walked towards the stairs. I caught up with her and boldly took her hand.

When we got in the car, she suddenly said to me, "You have to keep your word." Of course I knew what she meant. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I won't do 'that' to you unless you want to." She rolled her eyes at me and led me to a place near the highway entrance that had a sign that said "If You Are the One" (非诚勿扰). I didn't know how she knew about this place, and I even suspected that she had been there with some man before. The theme of this shop was entirely couples' coffee and tea, and everything was pink.

There weren't many people inside, but most were single men and women. It was quiet and peaceful. The waitress asked if we wanted to sit in the main hall or a private room. She replied that the private room was quieter and led us to a room on the second floor, at the very bottom. The decor inside excited me. It was not only very private, but what surprised me most was the large, pink sofa. The lighting inside created an ambiguous atmosphere, and the floor was made of wood. I don't know what she was saying to the waiter by the door, maybe ordering food or setting a minimum charge. I would gladly pay the bill today.

I felt my testosterone levels skyrocket. I sat down and watched her come in. She took off her coat and hung it by the door. When she turned around, I noticed she seemed a little nervous and unnatural when she looked at me. She sat down a bit far away from me. I said, "You look so out of place sitting so far away. Nobody can see us here." Then I reached out and pulled her to sit next to me.

I couldn't resist asking her how she knew about such a nice place. She said she'd been here once with a classmate. I asked if it was a guy, haha. At first, she said no, it was a girl, but then immediately said it was a guy—a classmate from Rizhao who used to like her. She often came here on business, and once he treated her to a meal, so they stopped by. She also said she really had nothing to do with that classmate. Haha, actually, I didn't care whether they were related or not; I just wanted to ease her tension.

After the waiter brought out the fruit and told us all the dishes were served, I put my arm around her while we ate. She didn't resist and let me hold her, even putting food on my plate. I felt happy at that moment. It's better to be a respectable woman; she's more charming than a promiscuous woman, haha.

I harassed her while eating fruit, and she would only resist when I touched her sensitive areas. I told myself that no matter what, I was going to sleep with her today. Anyway, her husband wasn't home, and it shouldn't be a problem if he came back a little later. I had to be patient with her.

I picked up a piece of banana, put a part of it in my mouth, and leaned over to feed it to her. She ignored me at first, so I just waited and watched her. She knew I wanted her to eat the exposed half of the banana. Maybe she wanted to too, but she was too embarrassed to do it. Unable to resist my persistence, she shyly put her mouth over and took the exposed half of the banana in.

I took the opportunity to hug her, and as she bit off the half of the banana, my lips covered hers. She tried to pull away, holding her head tightly and trying to keep her mouth shut so I wouldn't put my tongue in. I didn't insist; I just held her head and licked her lips, forehead, and chin with my tongue. She couldn't resist my persistence and soon gave up.

As our tongues intertwined, my body swelled with desire. As I kissed her, I unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, but she stopped me again. I released her lips and kissed her half-exposed, white, full, and deep cleavage. Her black bra accentuated her incredibly alluring breasts.

This time she didn't stop me. She held my head and hummed softly. I unbuttoned all her clothes from the bottom up, and without her resistance, her breasts were easily exposed to the air.

I continued to kiss her, and then lifted her, who was naked from the waist up, onto my lap. I rested one hand on her head and gently pinched her nipples, which were covered in my saliva, with the other. I could feel that she was very sensitive. I touched her breasts, and they had swelled a lot since then, and her nipples had hardened, just like my penis.

I kept caressing her upper body, my mouth never leaving her lips. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying it. I quietly took my phone out of my pocket and placed it on the table. I had wanted to see if I could take a picture of her vagina when we left, but I couldn't let her know. She wouldn't allow me to take a picture of her in the car.

I reached out and took off her high heels. The large sofa made it easy for me to relax and enjoy her freedom. I felt it was time to attack her genitals. I continued kissing her without making a sound, and my hand, which had been caressing her breasts, slowly moved to her thighs, gently stroking them through her stockings.

When I tried to spread her legs a little wider, she snapped out of it, looked up at me, and said no, it had to be like this. I said, "Let me touch you, I promise I won't put my thing inside you." She looked at me with a slightly dazed expression, and I knew she agreed. When I parted her thighs, she only symbolically resisted for a moment before letting me spread them wide. Then I continued to kiss her, and then followed the stockings all the way to where I longed for.

My slow attack made her adapt a lot. When I touched the top of her thigh, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the stockings she was wearing were only at the top of her thigh, not the one-piece stockings I imagined. I lowered her stockings to her calf and stroked the delicate and smooth skin of her thigh. The deeper I went in, the more her muscles became tense and she blushed and panted.

She gently pressed my hand down with one hand, wanting to refuse but unable to. I gently caressed her private parts. Before my fingers even touched her panties, I could feel the wetness and heat there. When I pressed two fingers there, she trembled, hugging my head and clamping my hands between her legs. I could only caress her with my fingers, occasionally pushing my fingers against her panties and inserting them into her vagina. I guessed she must be wearing breathable lace panties because soon my fingers were covered in her vaginal fluid. She also unconsciously spread her legs apart, at least allowing my hands to move freely.

By this time, I was also very excited. Ignoring her grip on my hand, I slipped my hand under her underwear, past the thick pubic hair, and directly covered her vulva. It was already overflowing with her juices; my hand was covered in her wetness. When I inserted two fingers into her vagina, she cried out and struggled to break free from my grasp. But I wouldn't let her escape again. I pressed my body against hers, my fingers probing inside. She went limp against me, hugging me tightly, her face flushed and panting.

My hand was covered in her juices; this woman was so wet. I took my hand out and wiped it on her panties, then gently caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples while quietly pulling down my own sweatpants. I realized I was really, really hard. I whispered in her ear, "Woman, can you take off your panties?"

She gripped her panties tightly with one hand and shook her head, saying no, that I had to keep my word. I said I definitely wouldn't penetrate her; I wanted to put it on her labia, okay? I said I'd do it in her mouth, but she shook her head again. Then I said I'd do it between her thighs. She hesitated at first, but I felt she agreed.

When I tried to take off her panties, she was embarrassed. She thought I would only take them halfway off. But when I lifted her buttocks, I pulled down her black lace panties all the way down to her ankles. Before she could stop me, I had already placed the panties on the table.

I lifted her skirt, picked her up, and sat her on my bare lap. Her buttocks were right next to my erect penis. I ignored her protests and roughly caressed her entire body. I suppressed my desire to have sex with her immediately and laid her down on the sofa.

I felt very impulsive at that moment, and I roughly turned around and sat on her, my buttocks landing right on her breasts. Ignoring her protests and struggles, I spread her legs wide apart with my hands. She tried to move, but I held her down with my buttocks. Her pubic hair was very thick.

The first time I saw her vagina, it was so full and wet, with her juices everywhere. I recklessly stuck my head down, driven by a desire to devour her. I frantically licked her vulva with my tongue. She tried to squeeze my head between her legs several times, but I managed to separate them with my hands. As I licked her, I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or trying to escape. She raised her buttocks high, which only made it easier for me to lick deeper. Her juices flowed incessantly, soaking my mouth and face. Eventually, she stopped resisting and just moaned softly.

While she wasn't looking, I grabbed her phone, used my body to block the camera's shutter sound, and snapped a picture of that spot. Afterward, I didn't linger; I tossed the phone into the sofa cushions and continued licking and kissing her vulva.

I noticed she trembled every time I licked her clitoris. After a while, my own mouth got tired, and I felt she would agree to let me have sex with her. I turned around and pulled her into my arms, asking if she wanted me to penetrate her. She probably didn't listen at first, but when I sat up, she woke up and sat up too. She said she'd use her mouth, but I wasn't about to give up this opportunity. However, I also enjoyed the feeling of her mouth, so I agreed.

We were still standing, she was sitting on the sofa and I stood between her with my legs spread, my body right on her lips. This time she wasn't shy; when I placed my body near her lips, she opened them, and I thrust in immediately. It felt really good.

This time, I naturally treated her like prey. She was being fucked with her mouth open. After a while, I was afraid I might come early like before, so I took my penis out. She thought I was going to ejaculate and covered her face with her hands.

I removed her hands and said to her, "Woman, I can't come like this this time. How about I do it between your thighs like that?" She looked at me in surprise, but didn't refuse. Before she could answer, I picked her up, sat on the sofa, spread her legs, lifted her skirt, and wrapped her legs around my back. She hadn't even woken up yet when I put her in that position. She tried to struggle to get up, but I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I promise you I really won't go in. I don't like doing it between your thighs. I want to do it between your labia. As long as I don't go in, it's fine."

By then, she was basically at my mercy. Although she tried to avoid contact with my genitals, I held her buttocks firmly with both hands. I positioned myself so that my body was vertically positioned between her legs. Because there was so much fluid, the feeling of lifting her buttocks was amazing. I wanted to break down her inhibitions and pride. Later, I simply lay down on the sofa, and she knelt on top of me, actively moving back and forth on me.

After a while, I felt the urge to ejaculate; it felt so good. I immediately stopped her movements and turned her over, pinning her beneath me. At this point, she offered almost no resistance. Perhaps she genuinely thought I would agree not to penetrate her.

I got up and placed her legs on my shoulders, exposing her genitals completely beneath me. She didn't know that this position was the most penetrating one. As I held my own body and teased her vagina with my glans, she started to get scared, realizing she was completely defenseless. She tried to resist with her hands, but I deliberately said I wouldn't go in, just tease her from the outside. I knew she wouldn't have a chance to escape from me today...

Her vagina, filled with vaginal fluid, looked so wanton and sexy under the pink light. I restrained my impulse, holding my own body and gently sliding my glans, covered in her fluids, across her clitoris, labia, and vaginal opening. Her moans beneath me grew louder and louder.

I deliberately asked her if she wanted me to penetrate her. She initially said no, then shook her head, and then just held my hands without answering. I knew she really wanted me to penetrate her; the amount of lustful fluid gushing from below told me how much she wanted it. I teased her gently, adjusting myself at the same time, afraid that if I went in too quickly, I wouldn't be able to control myself and would ejaculate in a few thrusts.

I felt it was time. I pressed my body against her entrance, leaned down, and said to her, "Woman, I want to put it inside your cunt, okay?" She opened her eyes, looking at me helplessly, and softly said, "No, don't do that." Immediately following that "no" was a long sigh of "Ah..."

My entire penis, coated in her wet vaginal fluid, plunged deep inside, penetrating to the hilt. That moment felt more wonderful than any other time I'd ever penetrated anyone. She immediately hugged me tightly, her lower body also gripping me tightly. I could feel her vaginal muscles trembling with her excitement. I didn't dare move once I was fully inside her, savoring the wonderful moment while also fearing I might lose control and thrust too forcefully.

After a while, I released her and straightened up, slowly moving inside her. With each thrust, she cried out, and my pleasure intensified with each in-and-out motion. Each time I thrust in, I thrust all the way in, then pulled back to the entrance and thrust hard again.

I felt like I was losing control. I went faster and faster, and she seemed to know I was about to ejaculate. She raised her buttocks high to receive my thrusts. In the final moment, I held her buttocks and moved my waist back and forth rapidly. At the moment of ejaculation, I pressed my penis firmly against her vagina. I wanted to stuff my entire penis into her vagina. I thrust against her vaginal walls and ejaculated violently. I felt that she could feel every time I ejaculated. Every time I ejaculated, her eyelashes would twitch with each shot.

After a long while, I bent down and hugged her tightly. I didn't want to slip out of her body; I could still feel myself throbbing inside her. I enjoyed the feeling after the orgasm. I kissed her, and she began to return my kisses. When my body slid out of her vagina, a stream of semen flowed onto my white t-shirt, which was still underneath me.

Afterwards, she didn't blame me. We silently put on our clothes.

It was almost eight o'clock when we finished. I cleaned up the mess. I wanted to pay for the meal myself, but she insisted on paying. When we went out, she hugged me and asked if I truly loved her. I said yes. She didn't say a word and just opened the door and walked out. I didn't know what she meant by that, so I followed her out.

On the way, we suddenly fell silent, listening quietly to the music in the car. Around 11 o'clock, she dropped me off at my dorm first, and I kissed her as I got out of the car. I suddenly felt a pressure I'd never felt before; I couldn't quite describe it, but it wasn't relaxing. After watching her leave, I took a shower and lay in bed thinking about everything that had happened that day…

Recently, I've been chatting with a respectable mature woman online. We've been having a great time chatting online. Her husband is away on a business trip. She has a fantastic figure; you can tell from the videos that her breasts are a full 36D, and her fair skin is incredibly sexy. Finally, I couldn't resist and asked her out a few days ago, but she kept saying she was busy. I thought I could easily win her over. I can't believe how fickle women can be; I'm sure of my feelings. This woman probably enjoys being with me and likes the feeling I give her.

A few days ago, on the eve of Valentine's Day, I asked her out for dinner, and she agreed. I was overjoyed and even made special preparations. I took leave at 5 pm, took a shower, and deliberately didn't wear underwear under my jeans, just for convenience, haha.

I arrived at the road we agreed upon around six o'clock. She was right on time, driving a brand new red Audi A4. There was a woman sitting next to her who looked a little older than her. At first, I thought I was mistaken because she had said earlier that she wasn't driving this car. I rolled down the window and saw her smiling at me. The woman next to her was also smiling. I didn't say anything and just opened the back door and got in.

After getting in the car, she introduced me to her friend, whose name I've long forgotten. She was average-looking, but seemed quite wealthy, carrying a men's style handbag. I just greeted her briefly, and then she asked where I was taking them to dinner. I had originally planned to take her to the same restaurant I'd been to last time; I'd planned everything perfectly. Although I didn't particularly like the food, the ambiance was nice, and the location wasn't too far out in the city center—it was rather secluded. Most importantly, the private rooms were very private, haha.

But her friend's appearance disrupted all my plans. I was even a little annoyed. The thought of wasting my resources tonight made me feel a bit resentful. I said irritably, "You decide. Wherever you drive, that's where we go." I regretted saying it as soon as I said it. That damn woman wouldn't have taken me to some hotel for dinner; that would have been so embarrassing. I still had eight or nine hundred yuan on me, but I couldn't just spend it all at once.

That woman probably knew I was a little unhappy that she brought her girlfriends along. I saw her glancing at me in the rearview mirror every now and then, with a wicked smile on her face. She clearly knew I had invited her alone, and I think she understood my purpose in inviting her. Anyway, all I saw was her doing this on purpose, and she seemed quite pleased with her own arrangements.

Her girlfriend kept asking me all sorts of questions, like where I was from, assuming I was from out of town, and then some stuff about body shaping. Later, I saw her car stop in front of a Hunan restaurant called People's Commune. She said she had just bought a car and was treating us to dinner. Haha, I didn't say anything and just got out of the car with them.

The meal was mostly small talk, and it was over in less than an hour.

After dinner, I got into her car to go back. She first offered to drop her off somewhere to pick up her child, and then it was just the two of us in the car. She asked me where I was going, and I said I'd treat her to tea and find her a place. She said no, she had things to do that evening, which made me unhappy. I felt a bit like I was being played, but she hadn't agreed to anything.

Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, she said, "Are you angry?" I said, "A little." I said, "We agreed to have dinner alone, what's the point of you bringing a friend? Are you trying to protect yourself from thieves?"

She slowly parked the car by the greenery, put her hand in mine, and I took hers in return.

She looked at me and said that if we continued our relationship like this, something bad would definitely happen. She said her husband was really good to her, but he was very petty in this area. Once, at a class reunion, she drank a little too much, and a male classmate who took her home caused a huge argument. After that, she became very cautious about relationships and didn't want him to misunderstand.

She said that besides a few close girlfriends and male friends' friends, her husband didn't allow her to use the computer or QQ. She said she was very happy when she was with me, but she was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself. She said that secrets can't stay hidden forever, and that if we met so often, people would eventually find out. She also said that if she had a sexual relationship with me, her feelings for me would definitely change. She said she had thought a lot about it and hoped that we could just be good friends.

After listening to her long explanation, I felt very frustrated. To be honest, I did have some feelings for this woman, but more than that, I wanted to conquer her physically and possess her body. I didn't want this to happen under such pressure.

Later, I told her, "Don't worry, I'll respect your wishes." I told her I really liked her. I knew that saying that was somewhat against my conscience, but she was still very happy to hear it. Haha, she was really happy because she even kissed me. Actually, she's not bad-looking; her eyes are just a little small, but her figure and skin are great.

She felt much better after hearing what I said, and then said she had something to do that day and would treat me to dinner another day. I said okay. At that moment, I really considered giving up. I didn't want to see her get divorced or anything like that.

Besides, this kind of normal friendship isn't really my style. I don't have the patience or the ability to just play games with a married woman without getting anything done. I don't have a woman right now; I need to find a sexual partner.

She might really not be the one I want.

On the way there, I regretted not sleeping with her that day. If I had just taken off her underwear first, everything would have been settled. I regret it so much! Sometimes I think it's better to have fun with more open-minded women. These "good girls" are really too much...

I've decided not to call her anymore. There are plenty of fish in the sea. With your attitude, no matter how much I pester you, do you think I can't live without you?

After that day, I decided not to contact her again, thinking she probably wouldn't call me either. Yesterday morning, while I was still asleep, I received a text message from her. She asked if I was free in the afternoon. I was supposed to be resting on the 6th and 7th, but I still answered yes. She said if I was free, I could go with her to Rizhao to run some errands. I agreed without asking what it was.

I got up and swapped my days off with my colleagues. I was full of anticipation for today. If I really couldn't get this woman, I would be really unwilling. I've never had a successful relationship with a woman before, except for my previous girlfriend. I didn't want to give up this opportunity. I told myself that I couldn't be soft-hearted today, otherwise I would really have no chance later. I had to find a chance to win her over today.

I changed into a tracksuit, and then I took off my underwear, leaving me in just a pair of track pants. After lunch, I went to the agreed-upon place to wait for her. She had arrived before me. I got into her car, and she asked me to roll up the window, as if she was afraid someone would see us.

She was dressed the same way we had dinner that day, except she was wearing a gray overcoat that was a different color from her skirt. Oh, and I later noticed she was also wearing flesh-colored stockings, haha. She had changed her sandals to white high heels.

We chatted happily for a while. She asked me how many girlfriends I had had before, and I mentioned the one in Qingdao and another from Wenzhou. Then she asked me how many women I had slept with, and I just randomly said three, haha. Too many or too few wouldn't be good either. She asked if there was another woman besides them who was a prostitute. I said no, it was a one-night stand, I met her at a bar. I lied, but she didn't seem to mind.

On the way, I would occasionally touch her thigh. Although it was through her skirt and stockings, I only realized she was wearing stockings when I tried to reach inside her skirt to touch her thigh. She didn't resist when it was outside her skirt, but whenever I tried to reach inside, she would tell me not to do that and then move my hand away. I just went along with her wishes, because I was afraid she might be driving carelessly.

After getting on the highway, it took about an hour or two to reach Rizhao. We arrived in Rizhao around 2 PM. She went to a shop to exchange a check, and then said that she had finished her business and asked me to go shopping with her. I said, "Aren't you afraid that you'll be too late when you get home and your husband will ask where you went?" She giggled and said, "He went to Mount Tai with a client today." I was excited when I heard that. I whispered in her ear, "Then let's not go back tonight." She slapped me and said, "How can we do that? The child is still at her sister's house." She told me not to dream about it and that we would go back after dinner.

At that time, I had already imagined a wonderful future for us, haha. I felt that she was giving me a hint, perhaps because we weren't in the same city and there was no need to worry about running into acquaintances. We would act like a couple. When she was trying on clothes, I would carry her bag for her. Sometimes when we weren't around, I would even hold her hand. She would just politely decline. We spent the whole afternoon shopping in a relaxed and happy way. I didn't feel tired at all. I just kept thinking about where to go for dinner later and how to make my move. As I thought about it, my little brother would get a little hard. Luckily, I was wearing loose sweatpants, or I would have suffered.

The inevitable finally arrived. I was wandering around until around 5 p.m., and it was already getting dark. But I still couldn't figure out where I could easily make my move on her. I've been to this city several times, but I don't know where there's a suitable place for me to commit my crime. Hehe, I'm anxious and don't know what to do. I don't want to go to a place that's transparent and doesn't allow for privacy.

Then she asked me if I was hungry, saying that I had spent the afternoon with her and asked me to have dinner. I said okay, where should we eat? She seemed to understand the meaning behind my question. I sensed that she was a little shy, and her voice suddenly became softer. She asked me where I wanted to eat first. Her tone immediately gave me that ambiguous feeling. I also whispered to her that we should just find a place where no one would bother us and that it didn't matter what we ate. Then she pinched my waist and then lowered her head and walked towards the stairs. I caught up with her and boldly took her hand.

When we got in the car, she suddenly said to me, "You have to keep your word." Of course I knew what she meant. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I won't do 'that' to you unless you want to." She rolled her eyes at me and led me to a place near the highway entrance that had a sign that said "If You Are the One" (非诚勿扰). I didn't know how she knew about this place, and I even suspected that she had been there with some man before. The theme of this shop was entirely couples' coffee and tea, and everything was pink.

There weren't many people inside, but most were single men and women. It was quiet and peaceful. The waitress asked if we wanted to sit in the main hall or a private room. She replied that the private room was quieter and led us to a room on the second floor, at the very bottom. The decor inside excited me. It was not only very private, but what surprised me most was the large, pink sofa. The lighting inside created an ambiguous atmosphere, and the floor was made of wood. I don't know what she was saying to the waiter by the door, maybe ordering food or setting a minimum charge. I would gladly pay the bill today.

I felt my testosterone levels skyrocket. I sat down and watched her come in. She took off her coat and hung it by the door. When she turned around, I noticed she seemed a little nervous and unnatural when she looked at me. She sat down a bit far away from me. I said, "You look so out of place sitting so far away. Nobody can see us here." Then I reached out and pulled her to sit next to me.

I couldn't resist asking her how she knew about such a nice place. She said she'd been here once with a classmate. I asked if it was a guy, haha. At first, she said no, it was a girl, but then immediately said it was a guy—a classmate from Rizhao who used to like her. She often came here on business, and once he treated her to a meal, so they stopped by. She also said she really had nothing to do with that classmate. Haha, actually, I didn't care whether they were related or not; I just wanted to ease her tension.

After the waiter brought out the fruit and told us all the dishes were served, I put my arm around her while we ate. She didn't resist and let me hold her, even putting food on my plate. I felt happy at that moment. It's better to be a respectable woman; she's more charming than a promiscuous woman, haha.

I harassed her while eating fruit, and she would only resist when I touched her sensitive areas. I told myself that no matter what, I was going to sleep with her today. Anyway, her husband wasn't home, and it shouldn't be a problem if he came back a little later. I had to be patient with her.

I picked up a piece of banana, put a part of it in my mouth, and leaned over to feed it to her. She ignored me at first, so I just waited and watched her. She knew I wanted her to eat the exposed half of the banana. Maybe she wanted to too, but she was too embarrassed to do it. Unable to resist my persistence, she shyly put her mouth over and took the exposed half of the banana in.

I took the opportunity to hug her, and as she bit off the half of the banana, my lips covered hers. She tried to pull away, holding her head tightly and trying to keep her mouth shut so I wouldn't put my tongue in. I didn't insist; I just held her head and licked her lips, forehead, and chin with my tongue. She couldn't resist my persistence and soon gave up.

As our tongues intertwined, my body swelled with desire. As I kissed her, I unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, but she stopped me again. I released her lips and kissed her half-exposed, white, full, and deep cleavage. Her black bra accentuated her incredibly alluring breasts.

This time she didn't stop me. She held my head and hummed softly. I unbuttoned all her clothes from the bottom up, and without her resistance, her breasts were easily exposed to the air.

I continued to kiss her, and then lifted her, who was naked from the waist up, onto my lap. I rested one hand on her head and gently pinched her nipples, which were covered in my saliva, with the other. I could feel that she was very sensitive. I touched her breasts, and they had swelled a lot since then, and her nipples had hardened, just like my penis.

I kept caressing her upper body, my mouth never leaving her lips. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying it. I quietly took my phone out of my pocket and placed it on the table. I had wanted to see if I could take a picture of her vagina when we left, but I couldn't let her know. She wouldn't allow me to take a picture of her in the car.

I reached out and took off her high heels. The large sofa made it easy for me to relax and enjoy her freedom. I felt it was time to attack her genitals. I continued kissing her without making a sound, and my hand, which had been caressing her breasts, slowly moved to her thighs, gently stroking them through her stockings.

When I tried to spread her legs a little wider, she snapped out of it, looked up at me, and said no, it had to be like this. I said, "Let me touch you, I promise I won't put my thing inside you." She looked at me with a slightly dazed expression, and I knew she agreed. When I parted her thighs, she only symbolically resisted for a moment before letting me spread them wide. Then I continued to kiss her, and then followed the stockings all the way to where I longed for.

My slow attack made her adapt a lot. When I touched the top of her thigh, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the stockings she was wearing were only at the top of her thigh, not the one-piece stockings I imagined. I lowered her stockings to her calf and stroked the delicate and smooth skin of her thigh. The deeper I went in, the more her muscles became tense and she blushed and panted.

She gently pressed my hand down with one hand, wanting to refuse but unable to. I gently caressed her private parts. Before my fingers even touched her panties, I could feel the wetness and heat there. When I pressed two fingers there, she trembled, hugging my head and clamping my hands between her legs. I could only caress her with my fingers, occasionally pushing my fingers against her panties and inserting them into her vagina. I guessed she must be wearing breathable lace panties because soon my fingers were covered in her vaginal fluid. She also unconsciously spread her legs apart, at least allowing my hands to move freely.

By this time, I was also very excited. Ignoring her grip on my hand, I slipped my hand under her underwear, past the thick pubic hair, and directly covered her vulva. It was already overflowing with her juices; my hand was covered in her wetness. When I inserted two fingers into her vagina, she cried out and struggled to break free from my grasp. But I wouldn't let her escape again. I pressed my body against hers, my fingers probing inside. She went limp against me, hugging me tightly, her face flushed and panting.

My hand was covered in her juices; this woman was so wet. I took my hand out and wiped it on her panties, then gently caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples while quietly pulling down my own sweatpants. I realized I was really, really hard. I whispered in her ear, "Woman, can you take off your panties?"

She gripped her panties tightly with one hand and shook her head, saying no, that I had to keep my word. I said I definitely wouldn't penetrate her; I wanted to put it on her labia, okay? I said I'd do it in her mouth, but she shook her head again. Then I said I'd do it between her thighs. She hesitated at first, but I felt she agreed.

When I tried to take off her panties, she was embarrassed. She thought I would only take them halfway off. But when I lifted her buttocks, I pulled down her black lace panties all the way down to her ankles. Before she could stop me, I had already placed the panties on the table.

I lifted her skirt, picked her up, and sat her on my bare lap. Her buttocks were right next to my erect penis. I ignored her protests and roughly caressed her entire body. I suppressed my desire to have sex with her immediately and laid her down on the sofa.

I felt very impulsive at that moment, and I roughly turned around and sat on her, my buttocks landing right on her breasts. Ignoring her protests and struggles, I spread her legs wide apart with my hands. She tried to move, but I held her down with my buttocks. Her pubic hair was very thick.

The first time I saw her vagina, it was so full and wet, with her juices everywhere. I recklessly stuck my head down, driven by a desire to devour her. I frantically licked her vulva with my tongue. She tried to squeeze my head between her legs several times, but I managed to separate them with my hands. As I licked her, I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or trying to escape. She raised her buttocks high, which only made it easier for me to lick deeper. Her juices flowed incessantly, soaking my mouth and face. Eventually, she stopped resisting and just moaned softly.

While she wasn't looking, I grabbed her phone, used my body to block the camera's shutter sound, and snapped a picture of that spot. Afterward, I didn't linger; I tossed the phone into the sofa cushions and continued licking and kissing her vulva.

I noticed she trembled every time I licked her clitoris. After a while, my own mouth got tired, and I felt she would agree to let me have sex with her. I turned around and pulled her into my arms, asking if she wanted me to penetrate her. She probably didn't listen at first, but when I sat up, she woke up and sat up too. She said she'd use her mouth, but I wasn't about to give up this opportunity. However, I also enjoyed the feeling of her mouth, so I agreed.

We were still standing, she was sitting on the sofa and I stood between her with my legs spread, my body right on her lips. This time she wasn't shy; when I placed my body near her lips, she opened them, and I thrust in immediately. It felt really good.

This time, I naturally treated her like prey. She was being fucked with her mouth open. After a while, I was afraid I might come early like before, so I took my penis out. She thought I was going to ejaculate and covered her face with her hands.

I removed her hands and said to her, "Woman, I can't come like this this time. How about I do it between your thighs like that?" She looked at me in surprise, but didn't refuse. Before she could answer, I picked her up, sat on the sofa, spread her legs, lifted her skirt, and wrapped her legs around my back. She hadn't even woken up yet when I put her in that position. She tried to struggle to get up, but I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I promise you I really won't go in. I don't like doing it between your thighs. I want to do it between your labia. As long as I don't go in, it's fine."

By then, she was basically at my mercy. Although she tried to avoid contact with my genitals, I held her buttocks firmly with both hands. I positioned myself so that my body was vertically positioned between her legs. Because there was so much fluid, the feeling of lifting her buttocks was amazing. I wanted to break down her inhibitions and pride. Later, I simply lay down on the sofa, and she knelt on top of me, actively moving back and forth on me.

After a while, I felt the urge to ejaculate; it felt so good. I immediately stopped her movements and turned her over, pinning her beneath me. At this point, she offered almost no resistance. Perhaps she genuinely thought I would agree not to penetrate her.

I got up and placed her legs on my shoulders, exposing her genitals completely beneath me. She didn't know that this position was the most penetrating one. As I held my own body and teased her vagina with my glans, she started to get scared, realizing she was completely defenseless. She tried to resist with her hands, but I deliberately said I wouldn't go in, just tease her from the outside. I knew she wouldn't have a chance to escape from me today...

Her vagina, filled with vaginal fluid, looked so wanton and sexy under the pink light. I restrained my impulse, holding my own body and gently sliding my glans, covered in her fluids, across her clitoris, labia, and vaginal opening. Her moans beneath me grew louder and louder.

I deliberately asked her if she wanted me to penetrate her. She initially said no, then shook her head, and then just held my hands without answering. I knew she really wanted me to penetrate her; the amount of lustful fluid gushing from below told me how much she wanted it. I teased her gently, adjusting myself at the same time, afraid that if I went in too quickly, I wouldn't be able to control myself and would ejaculate in a few thrusts.

I felt it was time. I pressed my body against her entrance, leaned down, and said to her, "Woman, I want to put it inside your cunt, okay?" She opened her eyes, looking at me helplessly, and softly said, "No, don't do that." Immediately following that "no" was a long sigh of "Ah..."

My entire penis, coated in her wet vaginal fluid, plunged deep inside, penetrating to the hilt. That moment felt more wonderful than any other time I'd ever penetrated anyone. She immediately hugged me tightly, her lower body also gripping me tightly. I could feel her vaginal muscles trembling with her excitement. I didn't dare move once I was fully inside her, savoring the wonderful moment while also fearing I might lose control and thrust too forcefully.

After a while, I released her and straightened up, slowly moving inside her. With each thrust, she cried out, and my pleasure intensified with each in-and-out motion. Each time I thrust in, I thrust all the way in, then pulled back to the entrance and thrust hard again.

I felt like I was losing control. I went faster and faster, and she seemed to know I was about to ejaculate. She raised her buttocks high to receive my thrusts. In the final moment, I held her buttocks and moved my waist back and forth rapidly. At the moment of ejaculation, I pressed my penis firmly against her vagina. I wanted to stuff my entire penis into her vagina. I thrust against her vaginal walls and ejaculated violently. I felt that she could feel every time I ejaculated. Every time I ejaculated, her eyelashes would twitch with each shot.

After a long while, I bent down and hugged her tightly. I didn't want to slip out of her body; I could still feel myself throbbing inside her. I enjoyed the feeling after the orgasm. I kissed her, and she began to return my kisses. When my body slid out of her vagina, a stream of semen flowed onto my white t-shirt, which was still underneath me.

Afterwards, she didn't blame me. We silently put on our clothes.

It was almost eight o'clock when we finished. I cleaned up the mess. I wanted to pay for the meal myself, but she insisted on paying. When we went out, she hugged me and asked if I truly loved her. I said yes. She didn't say a word and just opened the door and walked out. I didn't know what she meant by that, so I followed her out.

On the way, we suddenly fell silent, listening quietly to the music in the car. Around 11 PM, she dropped me off at my dorm first, and I kissed her as I got out of the car. I suddenly felt a pressure I'd never felt before; I couldn't quite describe it, but it wasn't relaxing. After watching her leave, I took a shower and lay in bed thinking about everything that had happened that day…

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