Sexual activity during blind dates

Before I got married, I always liked to use blind dates as an opportunity. The girls I met on blind dates came from families that, while not exactly wealthy, had some influence and resources. At that time, I had just been discharged from the military and wasn't fully integrated into society yet. But my elders were eager to find me a wife. I'm not very socially adept, and I'm also a bit introverted. So, at first, the blind dates didn't go smoothly. Gradually, as I went on more blind dates, I adapted to society and became more talkative. I started using blind dates as an excuse to date well-off ladies. The first one I succeeded with was a teacher. She had very long hair, reaching her waist, big eyes, and small lips. Her features were delicate, and her skin was a bit dark. But overall, she was very beautiful. We met in the school office. I never bring my family on blind dates. This time, I brought my dad. The girl holding the red string chatted with her dad for a few minutes, then found an excuse to go with him. Only she and I were left in the office. At first, I tentatively started chatting with her, carefully trying to engage with her. She said one plus one, and I said it equals two. After ten minutes, we were chatting freely, rambling about everything under the sun. Anyway, we both felt a connection, exchanged phone numbers, and that was the end of the blind date.
Next came the question of whether to text her during the day to deepen our relationship or go on dates at night. I never sent her cheesy love messages; after all, she was a teacher. I didn't want to show off my rusty skills, which would only make her dislike me. Of course, I didn't completely avoid cheesy messages. I would wait until we had more physical contact before launching my cheesy offensive. For the first few days after the blind date, I sent her lighthearted and funny texts and chatted for a while during the day, making sure not to choose times when she was busy. I always texted her during breaks between classes, and if it was time to go back to class, she would remind me. I never texted her while she was working, as that would backfire. In the afternoon, after school, I would ride my bike to her school and practically beg her to go out for dinner. These past few days have been all about observing her mindset. If she rejected me, she would show it verbally. However, after observing her for a few days, I understood her mindset, and she accepted my pursuit. So, I became bolder. On the fifth night after we met, we had dinner and then went to a coffee shop to chat. The environment there was nice, and the private rooms were very soundproof. We sat together and felt a connection. As
we chatted, I slowly put my right arm around her shoulder. My rule is to start from the top and work my way down, first the shoulder, then the waist. The important areas are the mouth, chest, waist, lower abdomen, and finally the buttocks and genitals. That day, I followed my rule and slowly put my arm around her shoulder to test her reaction. If she gently pushes my hand away, then she hasn't accepted me yet. If she adds a warning not to mess around, then this woman is materialistic and deliberately acting to increase her value in my eyes. Having known her for a few days, I knew her temperament and what she liked to hear very well. As soon as I put my arm around her, she acquiesced. I began to express my love to her in a slightly cheesy way, gazing deeply into her large, watery eyes. This is important; the eyes are the windows to the soul. Looking deeply into her eyes while saying those cheesy things is very effective.
Seeing that she was already somewhat intoxicated by my onslaught of sweet nothings, I pulled her completely into my arms. Looking into her eyes, I said, "I like you." I couldn't say "love" now; that would be too artificial and insincere. Saying "I like you" meant I had already begun to fall in love with her, and the girl's face flushed slightly. I kissed her directly, gently kissing her lips, to see how she felt. The girl closed her eyes and let out a soft, weak sound. I intensified my attack, trying to insert my tongue into her small mouth. Unfortunately, her teeth were tightly closed, but the girl didn't reject my further actions; she was shy. I used my left hand to lift her knees, placing her on my lap and pulling her completely into my arms. I stopped kissing her, taking a few steps back to let her see my face clearly. I didn't speak, but looked into her eyes to express my love. Then, I slowly kissed her lips. Before I even touched her, she had already closed her eyes. This meant she accepted my advances. I kissed her full, fleshy lips passionately, but my mind was already wandering to her body. My penis was already hard as iron, making me feel uncomfortablely swollen. I began to invade with my tongue, this time teasing her teeth a few times. Her lips were now mine, and I used my tongue to tease hers. At this point, I used my hands to assist. My right hand slowly rubbed against her spine, and as she began to pant, my left hand also became restless. It moved away from the back of her legs and slowly rubbed against her right shoulder and ribs, occasionally touching her breasts intentionally or unintentionally. She didn't reject me, so I kissed her more forcefully, and my left hand tentatively touched her right breast. Haha, she didn't react. I couldn't let go now, otherwise, she, who had finally been swept away by the sensation, would quickly go into defensive mode. My left hand began to gently caress her small, round breasts, while my French kiss deepened in intensity. After two or three minutes, I slowly stopped all movement, and she opened her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with her delicate breaths. I gently guided her head to rest, letting her hear my pounding heartbeat. My hands slowly caressed her less sensitive areas, whispering sweet nothings. Then, once her breathing had calmed, I kissed her again to arouse her. My hands became more aggressive, circling her breasts, occasionally sliding down to her lower abdomen and buttocks, eliciting soft moans from her.
That night, it was a cycle of caressing, resting, and whispering sweet nothings. It wasn't until 11 pm that I took her home. The next day, I didn't see her or text her, testing her feelings to achieve my goal of advancing by retreating. I expected her to contact me in the afternoon. But it wasn't until around the time of school's morning exercises that her text came. I quickly responded with some sweet and affectionate messages, and she reciprocated with similarly emotional messages. Finally, we agreed to meet at a coffee shop that evening. I repeated my actions from the previous day, but this time with greater aggression. I ran my hand over her lower abdomen, waiting for her to become aroused. Then I touched her clitoris, and she only twitched a few times before starting to pant. I kissed her deeply while stimulating her sensitive areas. First, I stimulated her clitoris, then slowly moved to her labia majora, rubbing her labia with my index and ring fingers, while my middle finger applied slight pressure to her vagina. She closed her eyes, being kissed and caressed by me. Soon, my hand felt a slight dampness around the crotch of her jeans. I quickened my pace, kissing her even deeper with my tongue, while my left hand deftly pulled down her panties. I reached inside, stimulating her labia majora through her panties. Her vagina was already overflowing with moisture, and I stimulated her using the same technique. Her fleshy labia felt wonderful to the touch. I slowly increased the pressure, then with a flick of my index finger, I pulled her panties aside, my index and middle fingers immediately pressing against her labia majora. Even after just a brief touch, my fingers were covered in slippery love juice. Slowly, I placed the tips of my fingers against her labia and gently inserted them into her vagina. It was wet, warm, and slippery inside. Her body arched slightly in my arms from the stimulation. I began rhythmic piston-like movements, always controlling the depth, leaving only the last knuckle outside her vagina, and continued like this for a while. Then I gently pulled her panties back up and zipped them up. I held her in my arms, gazing at her tenderly, saying things like "I love you," and "I want you to be my woman," watching her face flush. She nestled nestled in my arms like a little bird, and I knew I had succeeded. So, my next step was to stall her until 1 a.m., then take her to a nice hotel in the county.
Once in the room, I began my beastly assault. This was necessary; this behavior would make her more obedient. I lifted her onto the bed and pinned her down. I used my left leg to press between her legs, against her labia majora, while my left hand caressed her breasts. I gave her a passionate French kiss. She quickly became aroused again, and I impatiently pulled down her pants. I continued my assault, and as she moaned, I climbed off her and unzipped her pants. I pulled down her pink panties with the Mickey Mouse logo. Her labia weren't very large, just slightly protruding. A small tuft of pubic hair on her clitoris was quite pretty. I massaged her genitals with my left hand, while my right hand deftly pulled down my athletic pants; my penis was almost bursting with erection.
Then I freed my hands and pulled down her pants and underwear. I pressed my penis against her labia, rubbing it a few times before inserting it into her vagina. The warm, soft flesh excited me. She moaned, her body twisting slightly, and I tentatively thrust deeper. Sigh! Not a virgin, but that only made me bolder. I slowed the pace of my thrusts, unbuttoning her clothes and bra. Her breasts, like steamed buns, were revealed before me, though her skin was a bit dark. Her nipples were small and round. I leaned in and took one nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, teasing it occasionally with the tip. The speed of my penis increased, sometimes faster, sometimes harder, making her moan softly. I would suck on her nipple, sometimes rubbing her breasts with both hands. This pleasure made her start to writhe in response, and I thought it was about time. Let her have an orgasm first. I picked her up, positioned her in a sitting position, and lifted her up and down, supporting her round, firm buttocks with both hands. After five minutes, she let out a groan, wrapped her arms around my back, and rested her head on my shoulder. The exhaustion from the orgasm left her only able to gasp for breath. I gently laid her down, turning her to her side. I spread her buttocks, thrusting my penis in and began to pump wildly. A few minutes later, I shuddered, ejaculating a large amount of semen into her vagina. Only then did I collapse weakly beside her, embracing her to rest. We made love wildly that night, not falling asleep until 3 a.m. Looking at her sweet sleeping face, I knew this girl was mine now, but I wouldn't be going to the grave so soon. We dated for a little over a month before I found an excuse to break up. Now, counting, including my wife, I've slept with about 12 girls on blind dates, from all sorts of jobs. Haha, I never expected to be snatched up by my wife in the end.

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