Dancing and meeting a mature woman

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Back in my graduate school days, the atmosphere in my class wasn't great. The girls were always out and about, disappearing without a trace.
The guys with a bit of brains usually went into business, or at least dabbled in something. Those with a little money
were even more extravagant, living a life of debauchery, changing women every day. The worst off were us undergraduates who went straight up. Firstly, we
weren't cut out for business, and secondly, we had practically no spare cash besides enough for food. What we couldn't stand was how our seniors
were constantly changing girlfriends. Within a week of the semester starting, I'd witnessed them having sex at least twice in the dorm.
We were miserable, constantly frowning and sighing, wondering when our luck with
women would finally change, allowing us to indulge in a free dose of romance. As the saying goes, what's meant to be will be, and what's not meant to be will be.
And sure enough, my luck with women came unexpectedly.
One August night, when I was burning with desire, I went alone to
an open-air dance hall in Beijing (the exact location is a secret). This open-air dance hall was spontaneously
organized . Initially, it was completely free. As more and more people came to dance in the evenings, some kind-hearted people in the neighborhood used ropes
to create a large dance floor, charging one yuan per person to enter. Since the vast majority of dancers were elderly and
middle-aged , I lingered outside for a long time, just as an observer. Just as I was getting bored and about to leave, a woman on
a bicycle gracefully rode up to me, parked, locked her bike, and then watched from the side. I estimated she was around 40 years old,
seemingly a mature woman. However, her presence in this setting clearly indicated she was not a professional. She wore a black short-sleeved shirt and
black leggings, had a round face, was of medium height, and appeared to be slightly overweight. As for her breasts, which I often fantasize about,
because it was dark and she was dressed in all black, it was difficult to notice anything unusual about them (in practice
, this has proven to be a major misconception for men. You cannot judge the size of a woman's breasts solely by their appearance, but that
's another story). Perhaps it was the burning desire, or perhaps the influence of the surrounding environment, but I, usually so shy and timid,
couldn't help myself like a seasoned veteran, and approached the woman, saying, "Miss, may I ask you to dance?" The woman
seemed a little surprised, or perhaps unprepared, and hesitated before saying, "I'm sorry, I don't dance, I just came
to watch ." I must have been incredibly bold that day; normally, I would have blushed and fled, but
I calmly replied, "It's alright, I can teach you." The woman looked up again, clearly
studying me. Luckily, that night I was dressed in a school uniform and wore a pair of polite glasses, clearly
not the type of thug. After her assessment, the woman seemed to lower her guard and said, "I'm not a very good dancer,
please forgive me." I said it was alright. Then, I led her to the entrance of the dance hall and
bought two tickets for two yuan. As soon as we entered the dance hall, the groups of lecherous middle-aged and even elderly men who had been lurking there for
a long time were all surprised to see a young woman there, and they all came over to invite her to dance. Whether she genuinely
had no interest in dancing with older men, or felt uncomfortable because I had brought her, she refused them all. I was secretly pleased.
The first two dances were waltzes and quadrupeds, which I danced fairly well. I admit, I
came to the dance hall with the mindset of "just getting a quick buck," meaning I'd get closer to the woman's
breasts . The third dance was a tango—perfect, my chance had come. Some tango moves require the female partner to lean on the male partner
. Experienced partners usually subtly avoid this chest-to-chest situation. However,
inexperienced partners often see this as a normal dance move and let the male partner pull them along,
hoping to take advantage of her breasts. This woman clearly belonged to the latter category. My impassive and righteous demeanor during the first two dances had
clearly disarmed the woman, making her believe I was a proper dance partner. Therefore, when I pulled her, she
came right up to my chest, our chests pressed together as we danced. I suddenly felt two incredibly
soft, large, sponge-like things pressing tightly against my chest. The feeling, even now, makes my
chest feel tight just thinking about it. But enough of that digression, let's get back to the point. The woman was clearly experiencing this for the first time; her whole body trembled noticeably, and
her feet felt like they were floating.

After a few tentative attempts, and seeing no obvious aversion, I simply stopped pulling her and remained pressed against her until the end of the dance.
When the dance ended, I sternly and righteously pointed out several things she should pay attention to during the dance,
looking quite righteous. I don't know if she was genuinely convinced, but for the other dances, we were proper and respectful; but when it came to the tango, we were
pressed together. By the end, I couldn't even feel the woman's breasts anymore (I didn't understand at the time, but later
I learned that when a woman's breasts are pressed and touched until they become wet, it's
when she's experiencing a peak of sexual desire). During the dance, she naturally introduced herself, saying she was an undergraduate student at a certain university, and so on, making up all sorts of stories.
The woman was very generous, introducing herself as not from Beijing, saying her husband was a minister, their children were all
abroad, and she and her husband felt lonely, so they brought her to live with them in Beijing. She added that her husband and grandmother were currently away on
work , leaving her to look after the house alone. I'm naturally suspicious, and at that point, my chest was almost suffocated from the rubbing of her breasts,
so I had no time to listen to her rambling. However, one sentence stuck with me: "Now I'm the only one
looking after the house."

And so, chest to chest, breast to breast, we continued. When the last dance music started, not only me, but I could tell that the
woman was also completely dizzy. After the dance ended, the woman said, "I have to go. It was a pleasure meeting you. Goodbye."
Normally , I would have ended there, after all, I'd already taken advantage of her. But that night, I
was incredibly bold (and as it turned out, this night's experience honed my basic skills in picking up women, laying a solid foundation for my future romantic
encounters —but that's a story for another time), and actually said, "Let me take you home
." The woman hesitated again, but finally said, "Okay." It took about half an hour by bike from the dance hall to her grandmother's house, crossing
the main road and entering a large courtyard. Once inside, the woman said, "My husband and his family live in a
ministerial-level building, a detached house with security all around. Don't say anything when you go in, just hold onto my bike. The guards
know me, and usually, if you have someone you know, they won't check you. But don't say anything." I must admit,
even then, I still didn't quite believe her about the ministerial-level stuff. Anyway, as long as I got something for free, I didn't care about the consequences
. The bicycle weaved left and right through the courtyard, finally arriving at the front.
I was startled when I saw two armed People's Liberation Army soldiers blocking the way; it was too late to back up. I could only grit my teeth and follow
the girl inside. Surprisingly, the soldiers didn't check me, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. The girl's old...
Grandpa lived on the second floor. As soon as I entered, I
gasped. The luxurious decorations were simply breathtaking . Ladies and gentlemen, this was mainland China in 1988. Back then, the three essential items for ordinary people were still a watch,
a bicycle, and a television. Seeing my timid and hesitant demeanor, completely lacking my usual confident air, the girl seemed a little
embarrassed . She comforted me, saying, "It's alright, just like home. Grandpa and Grandma won't be back for three months, no
one will be coming in." I was still extremely uneasy. The girl then poured out her family history, "Actually, they aren't my real
grandparents , just some relatives from the village. Grandpa and Grandma didn't trust strangers, so
they brought me to Beijing when I was a teenager, treating me like their own granddaughter. My household registration is still in Shanxi." The girl added,
"I'm from out of town, so please don't look down on me."

I must admit, the girl's words greatly eased my anxiety. The girl said, "Let's watch
TV ," and pulled me to sit on the enormous sofa in the living room, so we could watch TV side by side. From her
, I learned that her grandparents had three children, all living abroad. Her grandfather was a minister in some department, and
her grandmother was the director of some bureau. Due to work, they frequently traveled to other places for meetings and business trips. The girl was left alone in
the huge house. Therefore, she often watched TV alone day and night, her life was irregular.
The girl was very interested in my university life and seemed very envious of me. I embellished my story
and told her a bunch of nonsense. The girl also introduced some of her own situation. We talked and talked until we ran out of things to say.

I secretly glanced at the wall clock; it was already midnight. Anyway, I couldn't leave this house; if
I did, something terrible would happen. Watching TV wasn't very interesting. Suddenly, I noticed
a Dear readers, VCRs were still a rarity in mainland China at that time; at least I had seen them but
never used one. So I said to the girl, "Watching TV is boring, let's watch some
videos. I wonder what kind of videos you have here?" The girl then led me to the TV cabinet to look through them, and I found that they were all movies I had seen before.
Suddenly, I remembered a friend saying that some officials in Beijing often had pornographic films in their homes. At the time, I
hadn't even seen a Category III film, let alone porn. So I said to the girl, "Hey, these movies aren't very
interesting , what's so good about them?" The girl said, "I've watched these movies over and over again, but there really aren't any new
ones." So I prompted the girl, saying things like the Category III films that people often talk about. The girl obviously understood
what I meant, and her face flushed red. She said, "You actually watch them? How embarrassing! In the master's bedroom, you just let
others touch you?" I'm a rather stubborn person, and once I've made up my mind, it's hard to change it. So after much pleading and cajoling,
the girl was finally persuaded and took me to the master's bedroom to get the tapes. As we walked, she repeatedly tried to explain,
her words , "This is the first time I've ever seen this stuff."

In 1988, China was still quite closed off compared to the rampant pornography and low-budget films of today. Any Category III film
could make someone faint, let alone the porn we were watching. Within ten minutes, I felt incredibly hot
, and my genitals were throbbing. The girl, however, remained remarkably calm; it was clear she had not only seen these films, but
more than once. It was just too hot. So I told her, "It's so hot, I want to take off my t-shirt and
go shirtless . You won't mind

, will you?" She said, "Of course not, go ahead." So I took off my t-shirt, shirtless. As we watched,
without realizing it, our hands were intertwined. I was too impulsive, but I didn't dare to be too forward. So
I cautiously said, "Lie down here, let me see what you look like, okay?" At that moment, we
were leaning side-by-side against a very large sofa. The girl said, "How can I do that?" But when I pulled her, she
landed on my lap, lying on her back.

As soon as she lay in my arms, my right hand naturally went to her right breast through her clothes. Clearly,
the urge to be touched while dancing was mixed with the urge to watch porn now (I felt that touching her breast while dancing
was far more stimulating for her than porn, probably because she watched a lot of it), so she didn't stop me from placing my right hand there
naturally . I should say, I was quite naive back then. Although I really wanted to put my hand
inside her clothes and directly caress her breasts, I didn't dare to be too forward. So, while watching TV, I subtly and intentionally
pressed my hand against her right breast, but she didn't seem to react at all. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore
and said to her, "I feel so uncomfortable, can I touch your breast, just once, just once?"
Once was obviously impossible; I had to get it first. The girl was quite decisive, "No, no."

But when my right hand unbuttoned the button near the girl's breasts, she only symbolically slapped my hand away with
her right . The moment my hand forced its way inside and touched her breast, a miracle happened; her
resistance stopped abruptly. My hand, which had been inside her bra, naturally spread out, moving from one point towards her entire right breast.
As soon as I spread my hand, I was astonished. My palm was less than a third the size of her right breast, and
even though she was lying on her back with her breasts spreading outwards, I could still feel two enormous, or rather,
very soft and thick, half-basketballs. Ah, this wonderful feeling! I will never forget it,
never forget it. As I said, I'm a rather suspicious person, and I immediately wondered if her left breast
was asymmetrical given how enormous her right breast was. So my right hand moved from that thick mound of flesh to her left breast, and found that because of
the pressure , her left breast was even larger. The girl's entire chest was, in
essence, a massive mountain of flesh with two distinctly undulating spheres. An immense sense of happiness and comfort welled up from my brain
, making my whole body tremble with excitement. My vision went black, and a thick stream gushed from my genitals,
ejaculating 11 times in total.

(By the way, years later, whenever I recall that scene, I still can't believe I
could in a row. After I finished, the front of my pants was soaked. The girl, who was lying on her back on
top of me, probably felt it from her back and said, "Oh dear, your genitals are all wet..."

[The End])

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