Young women in the dance hall

That happened eight years ago. I was 25, shortly after graduating from university and starting work.
Due to work, I painfully broke up with my girlfriend of three years from university. I was in a bad mood, very depressed, and my work was monotonous. So I felt very bored.
One day, a friend invited me to go dancing, and he had already arranged two female partners.
Having been a skilled dancer before, I agreed out of sheer boredom.
When we arrived at the dance hall, my two partners were already there. One was a young woman, about 22 years old, my friend's regular partner.
The other was a middle-aged woman, about 30, whom I didn't initially look at closely.
After a polite introduction, we sat down, feeling a bit reserved.
Soon the dancing began, and my friend and his partner quickly joined us.
Out of politeness, I also asked her to dance.
To my surprise, we danced together very well, their steps were skillful, and their coordination was excellent, making me look at them with new eyes.
Taking advantage of the close face-to-face interaction during the dance, I observed them more closely.
She was of medium height, with a good figure, short, neat hair, and a face that wasn't particularly beautiful, with some wrinkles. You could tell she was wearing makeup and bright red lipstick. Her teeth were clean and white. She was dressed appropriately, not exceptionally striking, but possessed a good temperament, exuding the charm of a mature woman.
After a few dances, we both felt good about each other, and the initial awkwardness gradually disappeared.
After the dance, we went our separate ways.
My friend told me, "Her surname is Chen, and her husband is a small business owner in the shipping industry. He's often away from home. They're quite wealthy."
A few days later, my friend told me that she had invited us to dance again, and I readily agreed.
This time, we were much more relaxed, chatting and laughing. Needless to say, my friend danced with her partner, and we were paired together.
We danced proper ballroom dances.
At that time, a dance called "cheek-to-cheek dance" was popular.
Every dance party would have a designated time for a cheek-to-cheek dance, where the music was very soft and the lighting was very dim—not completely dark, but you could only see shadows.
Couples clung tightly, body to body, face to face, swaying on the dance floor.
Many people went there specifically for this moment, just to find a dance partner to get close to.
My friend and his girlfriend had already gone to get close, but since we weren't very familiar with each other, we tactfully sat and chatted.
We danced together several times, gradually becoming more familiar, and our feelings for each other grew stronger.
Finally, one time, encouraged by my friend, we started dancing cheek-to-cheek.
I remember the first time, I was a little nervous.
Although I had been intimate with my girlfriend in college, I was still a little excited, my heart was racing, and my face was flushed.
She, on the other hand, seemed very natural, but neither of us spoke, just silently pressed together.
I could smell the faint scent of her perfume.
To be honest, my little brother was uncontrollably erect at that moment.
The first time was very exciting.
After the first time, it became natural.
After tasting the sweetness, I became infatuated with dancing with her.
But I didn't dare to have any improper thoughts.
About two weeks later, we were quite familiar with each other. One day, my friend suggested we go dancing at another dance hall.
The environment there was better, very dark, and supposedly more open.
We went.
Sure enough, the close dancing there lasted a long time, with almost no lighting.
Everyone was crammed together, very close, and we could hear each other's heavy breathing.
We could even hear the sounds of kissing.
It was very exciting.
Perhaps influenced by the environment, we hugged very tightly that day.
Her arms were wrapped around my head, her head resting on my shoulder.
Her whole body was softly against me, and I could feel her firm breasts pressing against me.
I gently stroked her back and whispered intimate words in her ear.
I couldn't control myself.
Finally, I mustered up my courage and gently kissed her cheek.
I felt she was a little excited, but she only moved slightly. She
didn't try to escape; instead, she hugged me even tighter.
During the break, we both sat in silence, savoring the excitement.
That same day, we agreed to come back here to dance again, just the two of us, away from my friends.
I guessed she was embarrassed if her friends saw us.
The next day, we went to the dance hall as planned, and began our own private
time together. We danced proper ballroom dances, eagerly anticipating the cheek-to-cheek dance.
We didn't say much, just held each other tightly.
She asked me if I felt she was seducing me.
I said no, "I feel it's natural."
She said, "Why don't you object? Don't you feel like you're at a disadvantage?"
I said, "I like mature women, especially such charming women."
To be honest, I do prefer mature women, and even now, I still admire those charming, mature women.
She said she liked my humor and insights, my skillful dance steps, and my youthful energy.
She said that when we danced, my straddling her legs excited her greatly.
I knew she was having impure thoughts.
Although I was young and vigorous, I managed to restrain myself; as a virgin, I didn't know what to do.
And so, we danced alone a few more times.
The urges within me grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, one day, we were dancing again. It was summer, and she was wearing a long, thin dress with a low neckline.
I had a premonition of what was going to happen.
We hugged tightly, my lower body pressed against hers. I was excited; my penis was throbbing, gently rubbing against her body with each dance step.
I thought she could feel it.
That day, we kissed in the dark. I was a little intoxicated, and my hands, which had been behind my back, began to wander, touching her breasts through her clothes. She naturally turned slightly to let me touch them.
I then started touching her buttocks, but she said it wasn't comfortable and let go. She
moved slightly, and I assumed she wasn't excited, so I pulled my hand back. But then she pulled my hand from her back and placed it on her buttocks.
Unexpectedly, I touched a bare bottom.
I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah."
It turned out she felt it wasn't exciting to touch her through her dress, so she lifted it herself, revealing her entire buttocks for me to touch.
There was no need to worry about anyone seeing, because the lighting was so dim, and she was wearing a long skirt. Once I put my hand inside, the skirt would hang down, making it difficult for anyone to see what we were doing.
This made my blood boil.
I excitedly touched her buttocks, feeling that they were quite large, but a little loose, very smooth and tender.
Her underwear was very small, deeply sunken into her buttocks, exposing her entire buttocks.
I touched her buttocks, my fingers occasionally penetrating into the cleft.
We were very excited, and I could clearly feel each other's breathing becoming heavier and our heartbeats quickening.
She even went a step further, taking the initiative to touch my penis with her hand.
My already swollen penis couldn't take it anymore, feeling like it was about to explode.
I don't know if she understood my discomfort, but she unzipped my pants, took out my penis from my underwear, and started stroking it.
I didn't hold back either, freeing my other hand to touch her genitals.
Her body was writhing.
She didn't have much pubic hair, and her genitals were wet, really wet, and she was still stroking my penis.
I slowly inserted my index finger into her vagina. She squeezed her legs together briefly, then quickly opened them again. It
was even wetter inside, a little sticky. It
was very smooth, and it went in easily.
This kind of stimulation was unbearable for a young man like me who had never been with a woman before.
I couldn't feel the people around me, nor could I understand the other person's feelings; I only felt an urgent need to release.
Soon, I ejaculated.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't, so I had to suppress this pleasure.
She considerately held my glans, letting all my semen shoot into her hand, then flicked it onto the corner of the floor and rubbed it a few times with her foot.
It wouldn't be long before the dancing of the crowd wiped it clean.
I felt very tired, my legs were weak, and I didn't want to move at all.
I released my hand from her vagina, and she put my limp penis back into her pants.
We helped each other up and ended the dance early, returning to our seats.
I leaned against her, gradually coming back to my senses.
We just smiled knowingly, said nothing, still savoring the passion and impulse we had just experienced.
The next afternoon, a weekend, we arranged to go dancing in the afternoon.
This time, I was determined to do something.
The dance hall happened to be located inside a hotel.
Once we arrived, I could tell she was a little uneasy.
Sitting down, she wasn't as polite as before.
In the dim light, using her long skirt as cover, I slipped my hand between her legs, and she slightly parted her legs. I gently stroked her genitals.
We were both excited, and I suggested we get a room, which she agreed to.
However, due to inexperience, we both forgot our ID cards. She still insisted I ask at the front desk if we could get a room by the hour without ID, but they refused.
We were both disappointed and danced aimlessly.
Finally, it was time for our cheek-to-cheek dance again.
We went back to dancing, and I thought, "Let's do it the same as yesterday."
As soon as we started dancing, we began touching each other without any restraint. I felt she was prepared; her panties were small, thin, and narrow in the middle, barely covering anything. I guessed they were semi-transparent, very sexy, making it easier for me to touch her without pulling down her panties.
We regretted not bringing our IDs, missing our chance.
She considered for a moment and said to me, "Let's try it here."
How? I didn't understand.
She pulled me to a corner of the dance floor, against the wall, spread my legs, lifted the front of her skirt, and without taking off her panties, simply pulled them aside to expose my penis. She told me to squat down a little, and with one hand spreading her vagina and the other holding my already erect penis, she guided me to insert it into her vagina.
Due to my lack of experience, I couldn't get it in after several attempts.
She told me to squat down a little more, standing between her legs, and she tried very hard.
My mind went blank, and I mechanically followed her instructions.
My penis was a little sore from her pulling it, and somehow, when I heard her say, "Okay,"
I asked, "Is it in?"
She said, "Yes."
Because I had never been inside a woman's vagina before, I didn't know what it felt like, so I asked again, "It's inside.
" She gave a reassuring "Mmm."
Only then did I believe that I had really penetrated a woman's vagina.
I couldn't quite describe the feeling; it was a little painful, probably because of the position.
I was very excited, my heart was racing, and I didn't think much, just standing there dumbly, holding her tightly.
She moved her hips a few times, prompting me to move, and I tried thrusting a few times. It felt great, I could feel the pleasure of my penis rubbing against her
. Perhaps because it was my first time, I ejaculated quickly, shooting wildly and unrestrainedly into her vagina.
I felt very tired, panting, and covered in sweat, all wet.
We held each other motionless.
After a while, my limp penis slipped out of her vagina.
I saw her wipe her genitals with her hand and say, "Wow, a lot."
We returned to our seats, and I saw her take some tissues and secretly wipe away the semen I had left inside her.
After the passion subsided, I slowly came to my senses and carefully savored the passionate experience. I gradually realized that I had lost my virginity, and it was with a middle-aged woman more than ten years older than me, and in such a place.
My feelings were complicated, and even now I'm still wondering whether I should be excited or sad.
After the dance, due to my conflicted feelings, I didn't see her for several days.
She contacted me several times, but I politely declined with various excuses.
Half a month later, she called me and said, "Due to business reasons, my husband wants me to go out of town to manage business. I'll be leaving in a few days, and I don't know when I'll be back. I want to see you." I
finally agreed, and we arranged to meet at a hotel the next day.
The next morning, I went to the hotel alone and saw her in the lobby. I didn't say a word.
I simply followed her into the elevator and went straight to the room.
It turned out she had already booked the room.
The air conditioning was on full blast, and the curtains were drawn tightly, making it quite dark.
As soon as the door closed, she eagerly turned and hugged me.
We held each other tightly, kissing passionately, my hands roaming over her body, touching her breasts and genitals.
She told me to take off her clothes.
I started undressing her, and with her cooperation, I stripped her down to her underwear.
Her body writhed, her lower body rubbing against mine, and she slowly led me down onto the bed.
I quickly took off my clothes too, my penis erect. I roughly pulled down her underwear, and finally, I could clearly see her vulva.
Although I had touched it many times, I had never looked at it closely.
Her lower abdomen was quite full, her skin slightly loose, without any excess fat. Her pubic
hair wasn't too much, but it was quite long, and her entire vulva was dark, making it appear somewhat plump.
I parted her labia with my fingers; it was red and very wet inside. I inserted my fingers into her vagina and began to thrust.
Her body writhed, making moaning sounds.
I couldn't take it anymore. I raised my penis, wanting to insert it, but I couldn't quite find the right spot.
She raised her legs, completely exposing her vagina, and grasped my penis, which I easily inserted into her vagina.
I lay on top of her, thrusting unsteadily, my movements clumsy. I could feel the pleasure emanating from the friction of my glans against her vagina.
Soon, I cried out, "I've ejaculated!"
I felt my penis trembling inside her.
I lay motionless on top of her, feeling exhausted.
Slowly, my penis slid out of her vagina.
I slid off her.
She took some tissues and wiped her genitals, placing a few more outside her vagina.
I realized then that semen could leak out.
She said to me, "She's not aroused yet."
I said, "I'm so tired, I don't want to move anymore. Maybe we should wait a bit?"
She said, "It's okay."
She asked me again, "Have you really never been with a woman before?"
I said, "Really, believe me or not."
She said, "That's not important."
She wasn't important; she was very important to me.
This was my first real time with a woman.
Not long after, at her teasing, I had sex with her again. The second time wasn't as exciting, and it didn't end as quickly.
Finally, she reached orgasm, her reaction intense.
That's when I realized how terrifying a woman can be when she's aroused.
That day, we made love five times, trying several different positions.
Looking back, I regret not having her give me oral sex.
She was incredibly engaged and said, "I want to remember this experience forever, I'll always remember her."
A few days later, she called me. She was leaving, saying she'd miss me and would come back to see me if she ever returned.
She might settle down elsewhere and never come back.
I was very sad and reluctant to let her go, but what could I do? I could only say I hoped she would come back to see me someday.
And so, we haven't seen each other since, and I don't know anything about the other.
Although I'm now married with children and enjoying family life,
I sometimes can't forget her.
After all, she was the first woman I ever had sex with.
For a young man like me, just beginning my sexual journey, it's unforgettable.
Even now, I still prefer middle-aged women, I like their maturity.
Perhaps it's related to that experience.

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