My first woman

Let me start with my first woman. She was a classmate of my sister's. I remember that year, I had just finished the college entrance exam and found a job at a construction company in the city. At first, I lived with the other workers. As everyone knows, the living conditions for construction workers are quite poor, and it was summer, so there were a lot of mosquitoes. One time, my sister came to visit me, accompanied by her classmate, who lived in the city and was the protagonist of this story. When my sister saw where I was living, she felt sorry for me and insisted that I stop working there. She started packing my things to take me home, but I insisted on staying. I said I wanted to get some experience, and besides, my college entrance exam results weren't out yet, so staying at home would only make me feel worse. I thought it would be better to find something to do to pass the time and earn some money. So I stopped my sister from packing, and neither of us could convince the other. At this moment, my sister's classmate spoke up, "How about this, you pack Xiaojian's things and let him stay at my place. It's not far from here, and it's convenient for him to come to work. I also have a room there, so he might as well stay."
"I can't possibly go to your place, it would be too much trouble for you!" my sister said, while I remained silent. Only then did I get a good look at her. She looked to be around thirty years old, dressed fairly fashionably, with fair skin, though rather petite, about 1.55 meters tall. However, she was undeniably well-proportioned. "It's alright, don't be so polite with me. My husband isn't home either, and I'm at home taking care of the kids. There are many chores I can't do myself, so he can help me out." "Oh, okay then, Xiao Jian, don't cause any trouble for others when you go. Make sure you're clean and tidy before you go back, your Sister Liu's house is very clean!" "Okay, I know." At that moment, I felt inexplicably happy. Firstly, I was happy that I could continue working, and secondly, I was happy that I could spend more time with this beautiful woman. Although I didn't understand what would happen next, and I was even less aware of matters between men and women, it's human nature to be attracted to the opposite sex.

I moved into her house and was assigned a small room, which was probably unoccupied most of the time. It had a small single bed and simple furniture. Her house was decorated quite nicely, at least in our small county town, it was considered high-end. For the first few days after moving in, I didn't ask any questions. I just went to work during the day and came home to sleep at night. We usually exchanged a few words in the morning and a few words at night. After coming home at night, I would hide in my small room, work for a while, and then fall asleep. For those few days, I ate breakfast and dinner out. She invited me to eat at her house, but I still ate out, perhaps because of my shyness.
I hadn't seen her husband for several days, but my sister had told me he worked in the external relations department of a government agency and frequently traveled abroad for business, so he wasn't home often. I figured he was probably abroad now. Later, as we spent more time together, I would sit in the living room with her after work in the evenings and watch TV. She would be holding her baby, who looked about five or six months old. Gradually, we started talking about various topics, mostly her asking me about my studies, the college entrance exam, and what I wanted to do after university. I began to feel more comfortable staying at her house, unlike before when I felt so constrained. Since the baby was small, she needed to breastfeed. At first, she would take the baby back to her room to breastfeed. I knew she was avoiding me, but I understood. After all, I was almost 20 years old, while she was only 30.

One time, she brought her baby into the room to breastfeed. A short while later, she called out to me, "Xiao Jian, come in and help me! The baby's spitting up! Bring me that towel from over there." Her voice sounded anxious. I quickly grabbed a towel and brought it in for her. By then, the baby had spit up milk all over his neck. "Quickly, wipe it off for me!" "Okay." I wiped the milk off the baby's face and neck. Because she was in such a hurry to breastfeed, her breasts were still exposed, and some had also spit up on them. After wiping the baby, my eyes remained fixed on her breasts. She seemed to notice my gaze and quickly pulled her clothes down. She didn't say anything, but she probably wasn't angry. I left, and she changed the baby's clothes. I returned to my room, but that image filled my mind, haunting me all night until very late.

The next day, I said goodbye to her and went to work, but as I left, my eyes still involuntarily glanced at her breasts. In the days that followed, I kept thinking about her breasts. Every time I saw her, I felt unconsciously shy and didn't dare to look her in the eye. Although we still watched TV and chatted together in the living room, she didn't seem to mind at all. She still breastfed the baby in her bedroom. One time, the baby vomited again, and she called me over to help again. The procedure was the same as before. Her breasts were still not covered. The only difference was that after I finished wiping the baby and was about to put down the towel to leave, she said, "I'm not done yet. Wipe me too. The baby vomited so much, and my clothes are all wet." I picked up the towel and trembled as I approached her breasts. I remember how I looked at that moment, my eyes wide open and my mouth drooling. "Hurry up, or it'll all be wet," she urged. I wiped her clothes, her underwear, and so on little by little. "And my body," she said. I looked up at her, and she looked at me too, because the only part of her body she was pointing to was her breasts. I looked up to ask for her confirmation, and she just looked at me silently. "Hurry up and wipe it," she said again. I picked up a towel and gently wiped her breasts, my hands trembling. I wiped back and forth, over and over again… “Okay, that’s not enough. You’ll rub the skin raw if you keep doing that,” she said as she pulled down her clothes. Only then did I realize my lapse in composure and quickly stopped.
Because of this “intimacy,” our relationship seemed to undergo a subtle change in the following days. She
no longer in the bedroom, but in the living room, slightly away from me. However, since she often turned around while watching TV, I could see her breasts. Gradually, she stopped avoiding me and openly breastfed the baby in front of me. Sometimes, when I was engrossed in watching, she would jokingly say, “What are you looking at? You want to eat too?!” Of course, I would naturally turn my head back to watch TV.

One time, I came home from get off work to find her sitting there watching TV, having just showered and wearing a loose nightgown. I washed my face and sat down to watch TV too. She smelled wonderful; everyone knows the allure of a woman fresh from the shower. Her wet hair dripped down, and her delicate skin exuded a woman's unique scent. I kept glancing at her from time to time, while she seemed engrossed in watching TV. The baby was asleep in the cradle, so I continued to observe her, from head to toe. She was wearing a loose, white, silk nightgown, a one-piece. My gaze lingered on her chest, and my eyes widened involuntarily. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the outline of her breasts was clearly visible, especially her slightly dark red nipples, which stretched the nightgown slightly—it was incredibly tempting. I felt myself starting to feel dizzy. Blood rushed to my head. I tried to compose myself and turned my eyes to the television, but I couldn't control myself. The temptation was too great. My eyes unconsciously drifted back to her, moving down from her chest. Although she had given birth, her waist was still so slender and alluring. Her delicate waist was clearly visible beneath her loose pajamas. Her pajamas weren't very long, just reaching a little below her thighs, naturally revealing her legs. They were so white and long. Actually, I've seen many women's legs over the years, especially now that women on the street are becoming more and more open, liking to show off their legs to men. But to be honest, I haven't seen legs as beautiful as Sister Liu's in years. It wasn't just slender or white; it was an elegance, a kind of enjoyment… Sometimes she sat naturally, sometimes she crossed her legs. When she crossed them, I could see into her, up to her thighs, and vaguely make out that her underwear was purple. But at the time, I didn't dare to do anything rash; I just stole glances, enduring the torment. During the hours we watched TV, I had no idea what was going on. She would occasionally discuss the plot with me, and I would just respond to her. Little did she know that what interested me was her body, little did she know how much of a temptation she was to me at that moment… By this time, I was completely distracted, my face flushed, and my breathing became heavier. She seemed to sense my unease and turned to look at me. Her gaze suddenly stopped on a certain part of my body. I followed her gaze and saw my manhood, already proudly erect, pitching a small tent. I quickly covered my face with my hands, turning even redder, and lowered my head, unable to look at her. Then she spoke first, "Hehe, what's there to be embarrassed about? It's normal as you grow up. It just means your older sister still has some charm." I still kept my head down, unable to look at her. "Okay, okay, don't be like that. A grown man shouldn't be so shy about something like this. How are you going to woo girls in the future? Here, have an apple." She handed me an apple. I ate the apple, and slowly I recovered a bit, but my mind was still filled with fantasies. Even after I went back to my room to sleep, my mind was still in turmoil. I couldn't fall asleep until very late. Her vaguely visible nipples… her long, slender legs… her vaguely visible purple panties… kept making my penis hard… Just as I was suffering, I heard the doorknob click softly. It was very soft, but I could hear it. I quickly stopped moving, closing my eyes slightly. After a while, she gently came in. "Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian, are you asleep?" I didn't answer. She didn't turn on the light and walked straight towards my bed, very softly… I didn't know what she wanted to do, but I just lay there quietly, watching her with my eyes slightly closed.

She walked to my bedside and gently touched me. "Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian..." She was testing whether I was asleep. I remained silent. Seeing that I didn't react, she sat down lightly on the edge of my bed. After a while, she didn't move, but I noticed she was staring at my crotch. Because of the heat, I was only wearing underwear and hadn't covered myself. Her hand touched my leg and slowly moved towards my penis. It was very light; she touched it briefly and then quickly removed it. Just that one touch and my penis started to swell rapidly. Within five seconds, it was quite swollen. I could clearly feel my underwear being stretched. I guess she noticed these changes and quickly got up and left.

I knew she knew I wasn't asleep. Anyway, since things had already come to this, I don't know where I got the courage, but I got up, hugged her, and pushed her down onto the bed. I kissed her on the lips. She shook her head to avoid it, and she was genuinely trying to avoid it, not just going through the motions. After all, in those days, in our small county, such things weren't so open. She was still wearing her nightgown, without a bra. My hands were roughly squeezing her breasts through the nightgown. She tried to push my hands away, but because she wasn't strong enough, she couldn't stop me. I roamed over her body, and she just kept saying "no, no," but very softly, afraid of waking the baby.
I released her breasts and slipped my hand under her nightgown, completely covering her genitals. For some reason, perhaps her attention was diverted, my lips met hers. My hands rubbed against her breasts. Not knowing what to do next, I instinctively inserted two fingers into the side of her panties. My first feeling was a lot of hair, my second was how wet it was, and my third was how hot it was. I think I used too much force and inserted my fingers directly inside her.

I clearly remember her letting out a gasp the moment my finger went in. I kissed her passionately, my fingers just randomly probing her. Looking back, I realize I was completely oblivious to tenderness. I remember being very forceful. We continued like that for a while, then I sat up and pulled off her panties. Because her nightgown was loose, her entire body was completely exposed to me. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman's body, and considering I had never even read any pornographic books before, the stimulation was unimaginable.

I quickly pulled off my underwear and awkwardly pressed myself against her body. In that position, with our bodies facing each other, I had no idea that my penis was hard at that moment. I started thrusting around in her lower abdomen. She didn't react to my actions, but in the end, she actually laughed at my clumsy movements. I was stunned by her unusual reaction, and my impulse naturally cooled down a bit. After fiddling around for a while, I got tired and just lay on her body to rest. I stopped thrusting around, but my hands were still squeezing her breasts.

"Haven't you done this before?"
"No."
"Oh, no wonder. Get off me, you're crushing me."
"No, if I get off you you'll run away."
"I won't run away."
"You said it, so you can't wear clothes either. If I get off I can still touch you like this."

She hesitated for a while, probably because I really crushed her. "Okay, get off me." I got off her, but my hands never left her breasts. We lay face to face on our sides, my hands squeezing her breasts. She closed her eyes and slowly began to moan softly. I moved closer and closer to her, and suddenly sucked on her nipple. Milk flowed into my mouth, it tasted a little astringent, and I felt it wasn't as good as cow's milk.
Her moans grew louder and louder, and her hands began to unconsciously stroke my head, eventually pressing my head forcefully into her chest, as if afraid I would stop nursing. I nursed from one breast to the other until both breasts were dry. By this time, her eyes were slightly closed, and sometimes her little tongue would stick out and lick her lips. My hands began to touch her genitals again, while my mouth still held her nipple, occasionally swirling my tongue around it. Her body trembled slightly, and when my hands reached her there, her pubic hair was completely wet, and her buttocks and thighs were covered in fluid.

I gently teased her, now knowing how to apply gentle pressure. Her hands slowly moved to my penis, stroking it up and down. Her little hands had to travel a long way from top to bottom; I estimated that even with both of her hands combined, she couldn't wrap her arms around my penis. At that moment, I felt how small she was. With my teasing, she was already half-bent over, her head curled up to my waist, while I kissed her back, my hands constantly teasing her inside. Because of this position, my other hand was naturally free, so I used both hands to touch her lower body, one in front and one behind, while touching her smooth and elastic buttocks. Her buttocks were really sexy, perky, and smooth. With her body shaking, her buttocks also trembled.

By this time, her moans were quite loud, but you could still tell she was trying her best to control herself. Suddenly, she took my penis into her mouth. My God, I'm going to die! Her little mouth slowly enveloped my penis. My vision went black, and my body started trembling violently. I'd never been with a woman before, let alone been called "little brother" by her. She was using her mouth to stroke me up and down, and she seemed to be enjoying it, making satisfied sounds as she greedily sucked.

At this point, I couldn't care less about touching her penis anymore. I lay flat and let her play with me. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure surged through me, and I thrust my body against her mouth a few times. A stream of hot fluid shot into her mouth. Her mouth never left my penis. After I ejaculated, she found some toilet paper and spat it onto the paper. Then she turned around, smiled at me, and took my penis into her mouth again.

My God! What is she doing? Why is she doing this? A tingling sensation spread throughout my body. Her little tongue playfully darted around on it, occasionally releasing my base and instead kissing my testicles, taking them into her mouth one by one. Oh my god, I really couldn't take it anymore; I'd never felt this way before. Before long, my penis was erect again, proudly erect. She looked at it with a slight smile, seemingly very proud. Then she got up and straddled me, guiding my penis to her groin before slowly sitting down.

It was my first time inside a woman's body, and I only felt how hot and wet it was inside. She moaned a few times before recovering, and then began to writhe, letting my penis go in and out of her. I didn't understand why at the time, but it felt so good, so secure being enveloped by her. Her movements became faster and more exaggerated, and I held her buttocks as she swayed wildly. Her breasts bounced up and down, occasionally spilling a few drops of milk. At first, she was kneeling, but then she squatted down, which greatly increased the range of her movements.

Her cries grew louder, and she put one hand in her mouth to try and quiet her voice. I could see the suppressed emotion in her expression. I slightly raised my hips to penetrate her deeper. She seemed to sense the change and moved more forcefully up and down. I tried my best to match her movements from below. Her fluids soaked both of our pubic hair and dripped down my thighs.

She was going at it wildly when suddenly she sped up, her expression contorted, and her cries intensified. Then she abruptly stopped, her body convulsing, frozen in place. Her head tilted back, and she slumped limply in my arms before lying down. I got up and pressed myself against her, my penis still inside her even as she lay down. I instinctively moved up and down, violently thrusting into her.

I clearly remember looking at her lower abdomen. She didn't have much hair there, and it was slightly raised. Every time I penetrated, her lower abdomen would bulge, and when I pulled out, it would sink back down. Her insides were very tight, tightly enveloping my glans. And each time I went all the way in, it felt like a little mouth was holding me inside. So much so that in the years since, I've never reached that level with any other woman. Sex with her was the most comfortable, giving me a great sense of accomplishment and making me feel like a real man.

I put her legs on my arms and had her wrap her arms around my neck. I stood up and lifted her up. We started doing it on the bed. By this time, she had recovered from her orgasm. I held her and moved up and down, the movements large and the thrusts rapid. This position seemed to excite her even more; her fingernails, wrapped around my neck, seemed to be digging into my flesh.

The pain excited me even more. I grabbed her buttocks and moved up and down vigorously, making wet, squelching sounds. Finally, with a roar, I ejaculated, shooting deep inside her. She arched her head back, her body convulsing, her eyes rolling back. I knew she had another orgasm. I put her on the bed and got some toilet paper to wipe her down there. I hadn't expected her to be so sensitive; the slightest touch caused her to convulse violently a few times. After

cleaning her up, I sat on the bed against the wall, holding her in my arms. Neither of us spoke… For the next month, we made love almost every day. I started eating at her house, and she cooked delicious meals for me every day. I was truly happy during that month. Finally, I received my university acceptance letter. I was reluctant to leave as the semester was about to start, but I had no choice but to go. Before I left, I used the money I earned from my part-time job to buy her a purple dress. When she saw me off, I clearly saw tears in her eyes. We both knew in our hearts that separation was forever. We would each go on with our own lives. Perhaps we would meet again in the future, but we could never rekindle our relationship. Although that time was short, it was unforgettable. She was my first woman.

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