The first middle-aged woman with whom I had a relationship

We went back to bed. I held her close and lowered one hand, gently touching her genitals. Her vagina was already wet with fluid. "So much water," I teased. She didn't reply, only gripped my penis tightly. My fingers increased the pressure, quickly rubbing her erogenous zones. Her moans grew louder. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed her down beneath me, her legs spread apart. Holding my penis in one hand, I aimed it at her vagina. With a gentle thrust, I entered. Her vagina wasn't very tight, but it was wet and warm. I knelt down, placing her legs on my shoulders, a position that allowed me to clearly see my penis entering and exiting her vagina, to see her labia moving. Creamy discharge began to flow. She cried out, saying, "Don't be so rough." After two or three minutes, she said, "Let's change positions." She stood on the edge of the bed, holding onto the edge, so I could penetrate her from behind. I started thrusting forcefully. She later said she liked this position the most, as it allowed for deeper and tighter penetration. My thrusts became faster and faster, which I thought was due to spasms in her vagina, perhaps the prelude to a woman's orgasm. Her vagina tightened, as if trying to suck out my semen, and I couldn't control myself. My thrusts became faster and faster, and she started screaming, "Faster, faster! Don't stop, I'm going to come!" Finally, I ejaculated. She let out her loudest moan and then leaned her upper body against the edge of the bed, motionless. One week later, on Sunday, around 10 a.m., the old man downstairs called out that he had a phone call for me. I had a feeling it was her calling. It turned out she was inviting me to her house for dinner. She was home alone; her little girl had gone to her grandmother's house and wouldn't be back until evening. I rushed over immediately. She was waiting for me downstairs.
I went up to the sixth floor with her. Her house was nicely decorated. She had already prepared a meal, quite a feast. We shared a bottle of wine. Her face turned a little red. The main topics of conversation were whether I had a girlfriend and whether I was busy with my studies. I had just broken up with my girlfriend at that time. However, I was no longer a virgin. I hadn't been since high school.
Perhaps I was thinking about how to make a move. I was a little absent-minded. She asked if I had drunk too much and was feeling unwell.
I casually said yes. She went to get a hot towel and came over to wipe my face. Seeing this, I didn't say anything and just pulled her into my arms. She whispered, "What are you doing?" I ignored her and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately. She reciprocated. I found that her kissing skills were very good. I couldn't tell if she was kissing me or I was kissing her. While kissing her, she put her hand inside my pants and grabbed my penis. I also put my hand inside her, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I was gently touching her nipples. After a while, she said, "Let's go to bed."
I immediately picked her up and carried her to the bed. In a haste, I removed her clothes, revealing her white breasts, large, round back, and small patches of dark hair. I couldn't help but kiss her nipples. My sexual experience was still limited. I hurriedly tried to insert my penis. She chuckled, "Don't rush it." I was already quite aroused. She obediently opened her legs, and I entered her immediately, sobbing violently. She also moaned softly, seemingly saying, "Don't come too soon." Soon, I felt I was about to ejaculate, and she seemed to sense it too. She clamped her legs tightly around me, her hands gripping my waist tightly, and her hips twisting forcefully. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated profusely. It was too fast, less than two minutes. Seeing me panting, she laughed and said, "Too fast, I wasn't even at my peak yet." Only then did I realize that I hadn't properly examined her genitals.
Without saying a word, I pushed her apart and saw my semen flowing out of her vagina. The creamy substance on her inner thighs was her vaginal fluid. Some of it was still stuck to her pubic hair. There was some on my penis too. Her breasts were slightly sagging. Her vulva was fleshy. She didn't have much pubic hair, her labia majora were very large,
and her labia minora were very dark. I was staring blankly when she said, "What's so interesting?" We went to take a shower, and after that, we'd do it again. We went to the bathroom naked. She went to turn on the hot water. I looked at her buttocks. They were big and white. My penis was aroused. After she finished running the water, she turned around and said, "Come on." She took my hand. I saw her enormous buttocks and leaned over to suckle. I had never seen such large buttocks before, not even today. They were like big red dates. She said, "No, let's wash first, okay?" I obeyed her wishes.
I stayed there for a day and did two sex work sessions. During my time with her, I learned how to control the rhythm of lovemaking and how to arouse a woman's desire. It made me much more mature sexually. After I graduated, I returned to that city and contacted her again, rekindling our old flame.
A year later, I took over a nightclub. Business was decent, but to evade some taxes, I hired an accountant to falsify the accounts. Her name was Mei, 43 years old, with a full figure, and she was 167 cm tall. She had short hair, a round face, and a pretty smile. She was quite ordinary-looking. When I first saw her, I didn't think much of it; she looked like a respectable woman.
She didn't usually work for me. She was responsible for preparing the monthly food for the month. She usually came 3 to 5 times a month. After about two months, we started chatting occasionally, mostly about normal topics. I knew her husband was a mid-level cadre with some power. My interest in her stemmed from a friend needing something done for him, which happened to be through her husband. I went to Mei and asked if she could help. She readily agreed. Soon after, the matter was indeed resolved. My friend was quite happy, saying that because I worked in the entertainment industry, I knew many people and had connections. He also received 5 or 6... She asked me to deliver a thousand gifts.
I called Mei, who was home alone. I rushed over with the gifts. When she saw the huge pile of gifts, she asked, "What are you doing?" I simply thanked her for her help. She poured me a cup of tea, and I sat there for a while before having to leave. She said, "I'll leave the gifts here. Take two packs of cigarettes with you; your husband doesn't smoke." She offered me the cigarettes, which I politely declined. Then, I touched her chest and was startled. She didn't react, just glanced at me. I didn't refuse anymore, took the cigarettes, and said goodbye. I called my friend and asked him to come over. My friend refused to take them back, so I got two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes for free.
That night, I kept thinking about it. This woman seems... I was lonely. But I didn't know how to make a move. After all, she was pregnant; if she couldn't handle it, it would be troublesome. At that time, I had a particular fondness for middle-aged women. Thinking of her full breasts, I felt aroused. I thought, let's try it, if not, so be it. About half a month passed like this. We met in between, and I (I recall saying I'd invite her to dinner, but for some reason, the words came out again)
about 20 days later. One evening, I finally mustered up the courage to call her and invite her and her husband to dinner. She said on the phone that her husband rarely ate at home and was often out socializing. I said, "Then if it's convenient for you, come over." She thought for a while and said, "Where should we go?" I said, "XX Hotel, how about that?" She said okay! And told me to wait for her in the hotel lobby. I said yes immediately and rushed over.
When I arrived at the hotel, I booked a private room and went back to the lobby to wait for her. She arrived in a taxi shortly after. I went to greet her. She seemed to have dressed up carefully, to reflect the passing of the time; it was July. She wore a short-sleeved white silk blouse and a black skirt. The more I looked at her, the more charming she became. I said, "Let's go upstairs," and we went together to the private room. I asked her to order, and she ordered a few dishes, quite exquisite, showing she has an appreciation for food. When I asked about drinks, she again asked for dipping sauce. She said anything was fine. I ordered a bottle of Yunnan Red wine, and we ate and chatted. Before all the dishes were served, we had already finished a bottle. When I asked for two more, she didn't say anything, only telling me that she usually doesn't drink, but today was an exception. I quickly said, "Thank you, thank you." By the time the dishes were finished, she had almost finished the wine. Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were fixed on me. I was stunned, unsure what to say. Luckily, I had a quick wit. I said, "Sister, you've had a bit too much to drink. Why don't you sit on this sofa?" and helped her... We got to the sofa. Of course, I held her hand tightly, testing the waters. As soon as she sat down, she said, "I've had a little too much to drink," and leaned against my shoulder. I understood; if I didn't make a move, I'd come all this way for nothing. I touched her forehead and face, saying, "Yes, it's quite hot." She didn't reply, so I put my arm around her waist and pulled her into my arms. I held her close, my gaze lingering on her. She seemed to say, "I'm not sure what to do," and then, as I was sucking on her tongue, she pushed me away, saying the door wasn't locked. I quickly locked the door.

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