I met a divorced woman at the driving school

I met Fang when I was learning to drive at a driving school. In April 2016, during my final years of university, worried about not having time after graduation and starting work, I enrolled in a driving school near the school. I went with a good friend; there were only four of us in the test car. When the four of us had almost mastered the reverse parking maneuver for the second part of the driving test and started learning hill descent control, three young female students came to learn the second part with our instructor. Fang was one of them. To be honest, I didn't pay much attention to the three of them at the time. Firstly, I had a girlfriend at school, and secondly, apart from Fang, who was decent-looking, the other two weren't particularly attractive. It was purely by chance that I noticed Fang. In April, the chill of Kunming had faded, and it was starting to warm up. One day, during a break from driving lessons, Fang's figure caught my eye. Three years have passed, but the scene is still vivid in my mind. She was about 158 cm tall, weighed about 95 catties, and was wearing a beige sweater, light-colored jeans, and Nike Zoom running shoes for convenience while learning to drive. Even under her sweater, her ample breasts still stood out prominently; based on my experience, they were at least a D cup (I later confirmed with her in bed, and they were indeed a D cup). Her jeans accentuated the stunning curves of her plump buttocks. I've always liked women with large breasts and buttocks; doggy style is especially pleasurable. At that moment, I was thinking about how to get my hands on her.
Back then, we had created a WeChat group for easier communication, and I naturally added her. Every day after driving practice, I'd chat occasionally while lying in bed, learning that she lived near our school and had just gotten divorced. After a few days of chatting, we gradually became more familiar and started making jokes. One night around 9 PM, she mentioned that she slept alone, and I said I'd come keep her company. She agreed. I immediately got up, rode my electric scooter, and went over. She lived in a pretty nice apartment in a nice neighborhood, a studio apartment with very good amenities. When I entered, I saw she was wearing a pink sweater, and there was some fruit and a bag on the table. We chatted for a while, but seeing each other felt a little awkward; we didn't know what to talk about. Since I was already there, I reached out to touch her face, but she refused, and also refused my request to stay the night. I was quite angry at the time; we both knew what we were up to at this hour, but I couldn't lose face, so I got up, politely said goodbye, and left. On my way back to school, she called me with a voice message, asking if I was angry. I asked her in return, "What do you think?" She didn't answer, but said, "Why don't you come back?"
When I came back and went back into the house, I found that she hadn't turned on the light. This time, I wasn't a gentleman anymore. I grabbed her waist, turned her around, and pressed her against the door, kissing her passionately. She responded enthusiastically. Slowly, my hands moved to her plump buttocks, which felt incredibly comfortable and elastic. Then my hands wandered inside her sweater, finally touching the large breasts I had been dreaming of. Because I had just finished riding a bike, my hands were very cold, and she visibly trembled when I touched her nipples. Then she sucked on my tongue even more forcefully; her tongue tip was very delicate and soft. I pulled her towards the bedroom, frantically pulling off her clothes. My hand touched her vagina, finding it already soaking wet. I took out a Durex I'd brought from the dorm, put it on, and tested the opening – it was warm. Then I thrust in, and she let out an alluring moan. I used a nine-shallow-one-deep technique, vigorously kneading her large breasts with both hands, too big to hold with one hand, relentlessly thrusting. I buried my face in her breasts, and her moans grew louder. I felt her tightly wrapped around me, the wetness increasing, soaking the sheets. After about twenty minutes of thrusting, waves of pleasure washed over me. I increased my speed, and she reached her climax, her legs clamping tightly around my waist. Finally, with a thud, I ejaculated. Afterward, we lay on the bed in silence. After a while, we talked about driving lessons. I asked her how big her breasts were, and she said a D cup.

The streetlights shone through, illuminating her, and looking at her ample breasts and buttocks, I felt a surge of desire again. I put on a condom and started the second round. It slipped off once, so I changed to another one. She was truly a very womanly woman—durable and enjoys being fucked. She was tight and short; I could feel my penis hitting her G-spot. I knew that if I couldn't subdue this slut tonight, I might never have the chance again, so I worked extra hard. She didn't say much, just simple moans and "it feels so good," probably still a little shy about showing her true nature. After the second round, we rested for a while, then I wanted a third round, but there weren't any left; I'd brought three with me. I told her, and she said it was okay, that she believed I was healthy. I didn't care anymore and went straight for it. Not using a condom felt incredibly exciting, and she was completely absorbed. My hands kneaded her huge breasts harder and harder, like kneading dough. Her breasts changed shape in my hands, and I occasionally pinched her nipples hard, stimulating her to the point of ecstasy. Finally, I ejaculated inside her. After this, I could clearly feel that I had conquered her; she lay gently on my chest. I checked the time; we arrived around 10 PM and finished around 2 AM. Youth is truly energetic! Later, during driving lessons, we engaged in many flirtatious actions. Since we didn't know any of the other students besides my classmate, we were just strangers who met by chance and went our separate ways. So, when avoiding my classmate, we would interact a lot. For example, when I was in the passenger seat, she would put her hand under my neck as a cushion. Because I had a girlfriend, I had to find a suitable time to book a hotel room with Fang. Later, she frequently came to our school area to book rooms with me. Back then, we didn't have much money; I was considered relatively well-off among my classmates, and each room cost around 200 yuan. We would book rooms together, chat afterward, and go downstairs to eat when we were hungry. Except for avoiding running into acquaintances, we were truly like a couple. We also explored many positions, and we cooperated very well. Once, during doggy style, I put my finger into her anus and found she reacted strongly, so I just went all out. Her anus was very tight, but it was clear she wasn't a virgin; she must have been used to it often. When she was anal, I suddenly had the idea to use my fingers to penetrate her vagina. I could feel the thin membrane between us, and the sensation of our movements was incredibly stimulating. She easily came and soaked the sheets. It's said that women who can experience pleasure from anal penetration are truly lustful, and Fang was undoubtedly one of the most provocative types. Every time we booked a hotel room, we did it at least three times. After the frequency increased, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the one being penetrated. Fang told me a lot about her childhood. She was from a divorced family, and neither of her parents wanted to take care of her. She dropped out of junior high school to work. She once tried to commit suicide by drowning in the Jinsha River. When the water was almost up to her chest, someone on the bank shouted that the water was deep and dangerous. She felt it might be fate, so she turned back. I saw her ID card. She was born in 1993. Her real name wasn't Fang; it ended with the character "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune). She probably thought it sounded a bit old-fashioned, so she told people her name was Fang. As we got to know each other better, I realized she wasn't simple. At the time, she was probably being kept, using her body and emotional intelligence to gain more material wealth. I pretended not to know this, respected her, and let her speak her mind. Because graduation was just two months away, our relationship didn't last long. I remember the last time we had sex, she took a taxi and kept looking back, lost in thought. It made my heart ache. We both had some feelings for each other; after all, humans aren't just animals that only know how to mate. But we both knew we weren't the same kind of people; we were just passersby in each other's lives, destined to have no further connection after a brief encounter. Later, she told me she went to Chengdu, apparently to a beauty salon, and we gradually lost contact. [The End]

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