The story of a female netizen

Actually, it was a genuine wait. Although I never actively seek out conversations, I welcome anyone who comes along.
Just then, she appeared.
"Male?" she asked.
"Of course," I said. "
Adult, married?" she asked again.
I had originally intended to take the opportunity to boast about my masculinity and imposing stature, but I honestly answered: "Yes, 26 years old, first marriage a year ago" (to avoid running into a guy and creating an awkward situation).
Whether my answer was too lame and didn't suit her taste, or whether she was considering whether to continue chatting with someone like me who didn't know how to be persistent or romantic, for a long time, there was no further news from her end…
Several other people who had been chatting with me earlier had also logged off, and only her window remained open. So I tentatively asked: "Still online?"
"Yes." Her reply was unexpectedly quick.
"Lady? Student?" I guessed. "
Lady, yes, but no longer a student," she replied. "I'm a few years older than you, 29. I was afraid you wouldn't be interested in chatting with an old lady.
" Good heavens, a woman's prime! I immediately launched into a serious and earnest lecture… using almost every elegant phrase I could muster. “
Do you have a lover?” she finally asked.
“Me?” “Not yet. It’s not that I’m bad, but I haven’t had the luck to meet the right one,” I answered, afraid of being looked down upon. “
If you’re free, could we meet and chat?” she said.
I’d always been on guard against being invited out for a “chat” by a woman, but the mystery surrounding her words made it impossible to refuse. “Yes, sure,” I said. My wife was away on a business trip anyway, not back yet. It was
drizzling outside. I got out of the taxi and headed to the meeting place she specified. It was a high-rise office building; she would be waiting for me in a room.
I found the room number: “General Manager,” a sign on the door.
I wondered if I’d gone to the wrong place. No, I hadn’t even confirmed if she was joking. She hadn’t even called! Was she playing a prank?
I hesitated, wondering whether to knock.
Then, the door opened by itself.
Beautiful woman! A beautiful figure flashed into my view. The woman who opened the door was young and pretty, with an ethereal air that jolted me from my daze. I suddenly felt a little lost, something I'd rarely experienced in my life.
Whether it was a joke or not, since I was already there, and in this situation, all I could do was say, "Hello." "
Hello, please come in," she said softly.
Hearing her say "please come in," I realized I was in the right place. My mood calmed down considerably, and I said "excuse me" and stepped inside.
I sat down in the seat opposite her. She turned to get a glass of water for me, allowing me to observe her back: a tall figure, a slender waist, and a full, well-proportioned bottom—a lively and sensual charm that was on full display, making me feel that it was a natural expression of innate beauty.
She sat down, holding a cup and gently playing with it in her hands. Undoubtedly, she was beautiful—a natural, pure, and radiant beauty. Our eyes briefly met, and I could sense a hint of nervousness and shyness in her. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the cup in her hand. "
You're so beautiful," I blurted out.
She looked up, smiled softly, and said in a low voice, "You're not bad either, much more handsome than I imagined."
Ah, opportunities to be praised to someone's face are rare, especially by a beautiful woman. My enthusiasm was instantly ignited.
During our conversation, she told me that although her career was going smoothly (she was now a trustee of a company), her life wasn't entirely satisfactory. Her husband was studying and working abroad (his longing for life abroad surpassed everything), while she had been alone in China for two years. Her husband only occasionally returned to "visit," and they were planning to immigrate together. She felt her life was simple yet dull.
As the conversation and jokes increased, the atmosphere between us gradually warmed up. I could feel the suppressed passion within her; her face was flushed. My own feelings swelled, and I believed she could see my desire for her.
It was already dark, but we didn't turn on the lights.
I finished my water and got up to pour myself more, but I lost my grip and the glass fell to the floor. She came over to help, and I took her smooth little hand in mine. She didn't pull away, and I pulled her to sit down on the sofa. She nestled close to me, and a delicate fragrance wafted over. I put my other arm around her shoulder and gently pulled her against my chest. I lowered my head and kissed her forehead. Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, and she pressed my head down, offering her lips to mine. I held her tightly, greedily sucking the saliva from her mouth, our tongues entwining. Her tongue was as active as a fish, responding thirstily, demanding more.
I gently caressed her soft back, slipping my hand inside the seam of her silk blouse. I lightly nibbled at her earlobe and neck, my hand gently touching her breasts. She began to tremble, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I kissed my way down her neck, using my other hand to unbutton her blouse and bra, revealing a pair of perfect, high, firm breasts!
She closed her eyes tightly, her arms tightening around me. I buried my head in her chest, savoring her breasts. They swelled, her nipples red and erect, and she began to moan softly. I removed her skirt, then quickly took off her already damp panties. As I explored and massaged her genitals, she lost control, her body writhing and tearing at my clothes.
With both of us working together, my clothes were quickly stripped off. My little brother was already standing erect. She offered to do 69 and pushed me down on the sofa, starting to stroke and kiss my penis. Her tongue, like a snake, swallowed and licked my penis, sending waves of pleasure through my glans. I was beneath her, her legs spread, her vagina right in front of me. I didn't hold back in servicing her, gently licking her labia and teasing her clitoris. Her juices flowed repeatedly. As she gave me oral sex, she moaned softly, her body trembling with tension, her breasts shaking. I was almost mesmerized.
The waves of pleasure from my glans told me I couldn't continue like this, or I might ejaculate prematurely. I turned her around; saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. I laid her flat. She knew I was about to enter, her eyes wide open, staring intently at me, filled with desire. I parted her labia and gently pressed my glans against it, but didn't penetrate. I just gently and rhythmically rubbed it. Her clitoris and labia were already engorged and thickened. She groaned, finally speaking: "Come in, I want..."
I leaned down and kissed her breasts again, thrusting my hips forward. Perhaps due to the long period of abstinence, her vagina was very tight, and each thrust was accompanied by a groan from her. But because of the excellent lubrication, she slowly began to cooperate. Her vagina tightly gripped my penis; my penis was long and hard, and her vaginal walls certainly enjoyed it immensely.
Perhaps because of her beautiful expression, or perhaps because of my nervousness, I ejaculated quickly. At the moment of ejaculation, I wanted to pull out, but she held my buttocks tightly, preventing me from moving. She told me that she thought this was perfect and that she would take remedial measures. (Later she told me that she took emergency contraception the next day.)
Neither of us went home that night. I was embarrassed by my "rushed" actions, but she comforted me kindly, telling me that she usually found it easier to reach orgasm when she was on top with her husband. In our subsequent encounters, she indeed found it easy to reach orgasm many times. And, through gradual adjustment, she was also able to orgasm on my body in our later interactions, which she was thrilled about.
But now, two months ago, she went to the United States. We still call and email each other frequently. She is truly a very gentle, considerate, and beautiful woman.
Thank you, Huanhuan, for your strong support and for giving us...

That afternoon, it was drizzling in Jinan. I had just returned from a business trip, and the stress of long negotiations and the fatigue of the journey had made me drowsy from the moment I got off the plane. Now, I finally felt like I was home.
I wanted to collapse and sleep, but after a shower, I felt much more refreshed than I expected. It had been a long time since I'd checked the internet, so I decided to check my emails and chat with some friends. I casually opened my laptop.
Because it was almost time to leave work, most of the "chief-line" chatters were preparing to go home. I wasn't in a hurry either; I prefer the "willing to be caught" approach to chatting: I'm just providing these ordinary people with a space to vent their inner world. We firmly believe that existence is its own justification! We hope you can grow and thrive.

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