Occasionally indulging in pleasure: Reminiscences of a past life - Part 2: The Art Teacher

After initially having the idea of searching, I registered a new QQ account and began the process of "occasional indulgence." For a while, whenever I had free time, I would use QQ's search function to search for women in their 20s and 30s nearby. I would roughly look at their profiles and photos, and after a preliminary selection, I would boldly add them as friends. After careful consideration, I decided on a simple and polite greeting that clearly expressed my desire and requirements for a lover, apologized for disturbing them, and included a brief self-introduction.
She was found like a needle in a haystack. After she accepted my friend request, we started chatting on QQ for a while. She was an art teacher at a nearby school, about 26 years old, married for three or four years, with a lovely two- or three-year-old daughter, and a happy and leisurely family life. She often talked about her happiness, and I listened and shared my thoughts. She seemed very curious, and she also mentioned that some of her colleagues and friends seemed to be having affairs. She married her first love, cherishing her family's happiness, but also feeling a sense of tranquility. When she saw my friend request, she added me on a whim, and we chatted quite enthusiastically. About a month later, she proactively sent me photos of herself from her student days. She was a very youthful, lively, and upright girl, radiant in the sunlight. I genuinely liked and admired her! However, I adhered to my principles and didn't upload or post the photos online, hoping she could understand. After all, in the internet age, if I were to find a lover like this, and then include a real photo, it could easily spread and cause a lot of trouble. My honesty won her approval, and she accepted my advice to be very cautious when making friends online. She also proudly told me that she always deletes the chat history after chatting with me before going home. She usually doesn't chat at home.
The conversation flowed smoothly, and the desire to meet naturally arose. After I asked several times, she agreed, telling me that she was also curious about what kind of man I was and how our relationship would develop. During our conversation, she expressed a hidden mix of excitement, anticipation, and fear. Once the desire to meet was fulfilled, details such as the time and place quickly became clear. Since her work schedule was relatively fixed, the only legitimate time she could spare was her weekly yoga practice, which was from 6 to 8 pm for two hours. The yoga class was near me. Considering the preciousness of her time and the considerable familiarity we had developed, I suggested that our first meeting be in a nearby hotel room; I was fairly confident in my appearance. She ultimately agreed.
She arrived, and I greeted her at the elevator entrance in the hallway before we went into the room together. She was blushing and shy, sitting on the sofa with her head down, unable to speak. Seeing her so nervous, I felt more relaxed sitting opposite her and started chatting about things we usually talk about, letting her see if I was acceptable. She had actually already seen me in the hallway and only followed me into the room because her first impression was good. We had agreed beforehand that if the first impression wasn't good, she could immediately change her mind. Her appearance was excellent; she had the air of an art teacher, a tall figure, and a physique honed from regular yoga and dance. She was even more approachable in person than in photos. I naturally sat down next to her and put my arms around her. She tried to stand up for a moment, but I held her firmly, jokingly saying, "Since you're here, make the best of it!" We had both imagined the meeting during our conversation, but experiencing it in person still brought a mix of excitement and nervousness.
I held her close, my face pressed against hers, intentionally or unintentionally kissing her hair, face, and ears. My arms tightened around her, pulling her diagonally against my chest, so she faced me. I could directly admire her shyness and nervousness, and her delicate features. After all, she was a young married woman. I kissed her lips, from the initial touch to the tentative exploration and depth of my tongue. She opened her mouth to accept me, her tongue responding, though her eyes remained closed, her eyelashes fluttering. After a while, her body slowly relaxed, and her arms began to wrap around me. I lifted her up and carried her to the large bed in the room, then pressed my entire body against hers, completely covering her. Our figures and heights were a perfect match! With such body coverage and a passionate, deep kiss, my penis was already hard and erect. I adjusted my position, letting my erection rub against her inner thighs through my pants, continuing the deep kiss. My hands were now free to roam, caressing her face, bare shoulders, and collarbone. I slowly slipped my hand inside her bra to touch her breasts. Her breasts were rather small, a slight imperfection! Nevertheless, I continued to hold and rub her nipples. With so many points of contact, she let out soft moans. I took the opportunity to lift her up, and she cooperated by taking off her top and bra, then her pants as well. Her slender body was exposed beneath me, and she quickly pulled the blanket over herself. I quickly stripped naked too, pulling back the blanket to completely cover her heated body! My erect penis rubbed against her inner thighs, feeling the softness of her genitals. I continued to caress her breasts with my hands, kissing them, while using my other hand to caress her vulva and labia, slowly inserting my fingers, feeling her wetness and warmth! After two fingers had been inside for a while, she became even wetter! I took out the condom I had prepared beforehand and gestured for her to put it on me. She held my penis shyly but still put it on quite readily. After a little more intimacy, my erection slid inside, and I felt her full warmth.
After a passionate ejaculation, we continued to embrace and whisper intimately in bed. Then I pulled her to shower together, helping each other clean. My body quickly became aroused, and I couldn't resist pulling her closer, gesturing for her to give me oral sex. She knelt down and, somewhat clumsily, opened her mouth and began to suck and swallow for a while. Watching this woman, whom I had just met, so enthusiastically serving my penis, I felt moved and satisfied, and my penis became even more erect. Of course, my hands weren't idle either, caressing her face and body, and also exploring inside her. Soon, we engaged in a second round of passionate lovemaking, this time lasting for over half an hour, guiding her to change positions, from the bathroom to the sofa to the bed, feeling her effort and passion.
After the second rinse, I held her and we stood naked together by the window, looking at the lights outside. Although her breasts weren't large, which was a bit of a shame, her figure was fantastic thanks to her regular dance and yoga practice; her buttocks were full and perky. We rubbed against each other for a while, and then my penis, still erect, entered her again. We stood there by the window, thrusting for quite a while, watching her moan and her body move rhythmically. It was a passion I hadn't felt in a long time! After a while, I still hadn't ejaculated. Looking at the time, I had to stop. She quickly washed up, packed her things, and left. I sat alone in the room for a while, savoring the moment, before finally washing up and leaving myself.
After our passionate encounter, our conversations became more intimate, natural, and in-depth, covering a wide range of topics. I always felt that even between two people, a man and a woman, who are very close, there's always a barrier of politeness; only after physical intimacy does conversation naturally become intimate and friendly, without any sense of distance. We chatted frequently; she was happy to share the happiness and joy of her family, the tedious fun of school, and even told me her school's name without hesitation, even though I hadn't told her these things.
For the next three or four months, we had passionate dates every two or three weeks, lasting about two hours, especially after the long holidays like Chinese New Year! Unfortunately, one time when I was waiting for her, she suddenly called to say she couldn't come. She said her husband had probably sensed something was wrong and was interfering. She was scared! After all, real life is the priority, and she couldn't let it affect or ruin it. A few days later, I received a message from her on QQ saying she was okay, thank goodness. She just wouldn't dare do it again and didn't want to contact me anymore.
I respect her decision, wish her well, and haven't bothered her again. Although I know she's a teacher at a nearby school, I sometimes still search for information about her classes online and look at her photos. Over the years, she seems to have gained even more mature charm! I'm grateful for and cherish the precious two hours we spent together, as well as our happy conversations and sharing.

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