My experience with a mature single woman last week (Part 1)

After I posted my first threesome experience and shared it with everyone , some said I made it up, some said I deliberately wrote it as pornography, but most of the comments were positive and encouraging. Many friends added me on QQ , especially Brother Yuanmeng and his wife—thank you both for your kindness ! Although we haven't taken the first step yet, I suggest you find a well-mannered single man or couple in Mianyang, chat a few times, and then start. Also, thank you to Brother Pinwei in Guangzhou; if fate allows, we will definitely meet.
I had planned to meet up with Brother Xiao and his wife this Sunday, the couple I mentioned last time who have become a couple. Unfortunately, my wife was working overtime today and was too tired. My brother was very considerate and we agreed to meet another day. I'll be in Hubei for the rest of the month, so I probably won't see them for a while. I've been thinking about my wife's family since after the Lunar New Year, but since my wife moved to Changsha, we haven't had many opportunities to go out. The only time I had any fun was last Friday with a woman from western Hunan.
After all, my wife's arrival somewhat calmed me down. I don't know why, but I've always hated being told what to do and being responsible for others. It made me feel like a tiger locked in a cage. That's why I moved far away to Zhuhai right after graduating from university, to be free from all ties. Of course, the saying "don't travel far from your parents" also applies to me, and missing them was another reason I settled down early. By the way, although I'm not rich, handsome, or tall, I grew up in a scholarly family. My grandparents and father were all teachers, and my mother was a civil servant, so I definitely faced more constraints and stricter requirements than other children. I always had to do what they said, and even my teenage rebellion only lasted a day before being severely suppressed. I applied to Yunnan University's medical school for an eight- year integrated bachelor's, master's, and doctoral program, just to enjoy that freedom far away. Unfortunately, my mother filled all my applications with schools near our home in Harbin, so there was a reason I moved to Zhuhai after graduation. Of course, after getting married, I hid my animalistic nature even more deeply.
Hey, I always tend to go off-topic.
I met this woman on Lover's Bridge, on a website for finding lovers—not for physical intimacy, but for spiritual connection. It's almost entirely a place for long-distance relationships, and of course, I've only ever met her in person. Until last Friday noon, I thought I'd never see any of the people on Lover's Bridge again. I hope the moderators at 69jiayuan (a Chinese online forum) don't think I'm advertising. But I also want to complain to 69 's customer service: I've already spent hundreds of yuan on you guys, and I still can't upload my photo ! My profile picture is still showing !
I added her around October of last year. We'd chat for a few minutes or half a day during work hours, though of course, when I was busy at work, I wouldn't go online for days—a common occurrence on Qiubai (a Chinese humor website ) . Our conversations included her fashion boutique, her child's studies, and her sex life with her husband. In general, we went from being unfamiliar with each other—I'd say ten sentences and she'd occasionally chime in—to casually making lewd jokes. But we both knew it was just a virtual connection online, a relationship that might never lead us to each other's cities. We could sense that we were both beasts inside human bodies, a mature fox exuding an alluring fragrance.
Later, a joke made her stop opening up to me.
She said, "Men all want that kind of thing, they all want to have sex with me, I'm not a prostitute."
I said: "I'm a man too, I want to fuck you too ! "
Online relationships are fragile. We gradually reduced the number of times we talked. From New Year's Day to the Spring Festival, we hardly greeted each other. Every day when I opened QQ and saw her lit-up avatar, I didn't know what to say. Forgive me for not having mastered the skill of making girls happy . Although I have always envied those gods who can make goddesses fall for them with just their words !
Last Friday, after receiving the acceptance from the client, it was the weekend again—time to shed the outer layers and retreat to the mountains. I've been on WeChat for a week now, added a few friends, and chatted with them about how I 'd been too busy all week, or perhaps we weren't close enough to actually meet up. So I opened WeChat and chatted with some old friends from Tianjin. Tianjin people are always so witty, but their witty banter is hilarious !
I casually asked, "Long time no see, where are you, sister?"
Changsha
"Really? Where in Changsha?"
Gaoqiao Market
"Are you coming to Changsha? Let's have dinner together later!"
"I'm here to buy some goods. Let's talk when we meet. Where are you? Are you far from here?"
"I'm at Mawangdui, 10 minutes from there. See you later."
"Okay, I'm at Seodaemun."
I was filled with excitement the whole way. I had received photos of her before, and I longed for those deep cleavages, fantasizing about them countless times. It was drizzling in Changsha that day, and the temperature was a bit cold. When I arrived at the West Gate, I texted her, "I've arrived, in front of KFC," and sent her the license plate number.
Waiting time always feels long, but when filled with anticipation, it seems too short. About three minutes had passed, and before I was even ready, a very elegant woman with a folding umbrella approached my car window. She looked like a woman to be whipped and ravaged at first glance—haha, I was too impatient. Forgive me, but when I observe a woman, the first thing I notice isn't her face, but her rounded buttocks and full breasts, then her slender waist, and finally her face. Of course, shoes are also important, because they reflect whether a woman is clean. They don't necessarily have to be designer brands, but they must be neat. I didn't find a speck of mud on her brown leather shoes that day. Her purple mink coat with a deep V- neck couldn't contain her overflowing bosom. A faint scent of perfume wafted towards me; although I didn't know the brand, it told me she was a sophisticated woman.
Her face was red from the cold. After she got in the car, I turned the air conditioning up to the maximum, and then for half a minute I didn't know what to say.
"Long time no see! What are you here to buy?"
"Yes, how did you know I was in Changsha? I'm here to buy some clothes; I'm going to Zhuzhou tomorrow."
"It's fate, or maybe it's just a meeting of minds. You didn't even tell me you were coming, and you'd already brought in your clothes?"
"We're all settled in at the hotel."
"What do you want to eat, little brother? Treat your big sister to a good meal."
"I'm not familiar with Changsha, so it's fine."
I went to a not-too-high-end restaurant near the Second Ring Road, called Fu Man San Xiang, but the ambiance was quite nice. The guest rooms were upstairs, you know what I mean. I often get foot massages on the third floor, and I'm fairly familiar with masseuses #6 and #32 because their techniques are excellent. Of course, I've taken clients to the fourth floor for massages too, but after settling them in, I always get a foot massage on the third floor. Ugh, the only time I ever hired a prostitute there still haunts me—I've mentioned it before—but to be honest, the food there was really bad, and the service was incredibly slow.
I kept staring at her during the meal, which made her a little embarrassed. I also made a few dirty jokes to test her, but she didn't respond.
After we finished eating, I said, "Let's go upstairs and have a seat. There are guest rooms upstairs."
She shook her head and said she wanted to go back.
Fine, I didn't insist. I'll just take her home; consider it making friends. I used the GPS to take her to the hotel she had booked, I think it was the Southern Pearl Hotel, but I can't remember exactly.
As she was getting off the bus, I felt a little disappointed, but I still asked, "Would you like me to come up and sit for a while?"
"That's not a good idea, I'm sharing a room with the other girls who came to buy goods with me."
"It's okay, I'll just book a room here and send you the room number after I'm done, okay?"
Okay, sure.
What a stroke of luck !
After arriving at the room, I texted Cong as usual to let her know my location and room number (3028) . (If you don't know, go read the first post.) Then I turned on the TV and boiled some water for later. My WeChat started flashing; my sister couldn't wait any longer and asked which room I was in.
Soon after sending the WeChat message, there was a knock on the door.
When I came in, my sister was sitting on the bed watching TV. It was an Eastern girl, but I wasn't really interested. If it were an Eastern transvestite, I might be more interested. She was watching intently. I sat down next to her, slipped my hand under her waist and into her pants, and slowly rubbed her plump buttocks.
I'm so tired, I'm going to the broadcasting station to buy some barbecue. If I have the energy when I get back, I'll continue posting!After I posted my first threesome experience and shared it with everyone , some said I made it up, some said I deliberately wrote it as pornography, but most of the comments were positive and encouraging. Many friends added me on QQ , especially Brother Yuanmeng and his wife—thank you both for your kindness ! Although we haven't taken the first step yet, I suggest you find a well-mannered single man or couple in Mianyang, chat a few times, and then start. Also, thank you to Brother Pinwei in Guangzhou; if fate allows, we will definitely meet.
I had planned to meet up with Brother Xiao and his wife this Sunday, the couple I mentioned last time who have become a couple. Unfortunately, my wife was working overtime today and was too tired. My brother was very considerate and we agreed to meet another day. I'll be in Hubei for the rest of the month, so I probably won't see them for a while. I've been thinking about my wife's family since after the Lunar New Year, but since my wife moved to Changsha, we haven't had many opportunities to go out. The only time I had any fun was last Friday with a woman from western Hunan.
After all, my wife's arrival somewhat calmed me down. I don't know why, but I've always hated being told what to do and being responsible for others. It made me feel like a tiger locked in a cage. That's why I moved far away to Zhuhai right after graduating from university, to be free from all ties. Of course, the saying "don't travel far from your parents" also applies to me, and missing them was another reason I settled down early. By the way, although I'm not rich, handsome, or tall, I grew up in a scholarly family. My grandparents and father were all teachers, and my mother was a civil servant, so I definitely faced more constraints and stricter requirements than other children. I always had to do what they said, and even my teenage rebellion only lasted a day before being severely suppressed. I applied to Yunnan University's medical school for an eight- year integrated bachelor's, master's, and doctoral program, just to enjoy that freedom far away. Unfortunately, my mother filled all my applications with schools near our home in Harbin, so there was a reason I moved to Zhuhai after graduation. Of course, after getting married, I hid my animalistic nature even more deeply.
Hey, I always tend to go off-topic.
I met this woman on Lover's Bridge, on a website for finding lovers—not for physical intimacy, but for spiritual connection. It's almost entirely a place for long-distance relationships, and of course, I've only ever met her in person. Until last Friday noon, I thought I'd never see any of the people on Lover's Bridge again. I hope the moderators at 69jiayuan (a Chinese online forum) don't think I'm advertising. But I also want to complain to 69 's customer service: I've already spent hundreds of yuan on you guys, and I still can't upload my photo ! My profile picture is still showing !
I added her around October of last year. We'd chat for a few minutes or half a day during work hours, though of course, when I was busy at work, I wouldn't go online for days—a common occurrence on Qiubai (a Chinese humor website ) . Our conversations included her fashion boutique, her child's studies, and her sex life with her husband. In general, we went from being unfamiliar with each other—I'd say ten sentences and she'd occasionally chime in—to casually making lewd jokes. But we both knew it was just a virtual connection online, a relationship that might never lead us to each other's cities. We could sense that we were both beasts inside human bodies, a mature fox exuding an alluring fragrance.
Later, a joke made her stop opening up to me.
She said, "Men all want that kind of thing, they all want to have sex with me, I'm not a prostitute."
I said: "I'm a man too, I want to fuck you too ! "
Online relationships are fragile. We gradually reduced the number of times we talked. From New Year's Day to the Spring Festival, we hardly greeted each other. Every day when I opened QQ and saw her lit-up avatar, I didn't know what to say. Forgive me for not having mastered the skill of making girls happy . Although I have always envied those gods who can make goddesses fall for them with just their words !
Last Friday, after receiving the acceptance from the client, it was the weekend again—time to shed the outer layers and retreat to the mountains. I've been on WeChat for a week now, added a few friends, and chatted with them about how I 'd been too busy all week, or perhaps we weren't close enough to actually meet up. So I opened WeChat and chatted with some old friends from Tianjin. Tianjin people are always so witty, but their witty banter is hilarious !
I casually asked, "Long time no see, where are you, sister?"
Changsha
"Really? Where in Changsha?"
Gaoqiao Market
"Are you coming to Changsha? Let's have dinner together later!"
"I'm here to buy some goods. Let's talk when we meet. Where are you? Are you far from here?"
"I'm at Mawangdui, 10 minutes from there. See you later."
"Okay, I'm at Seodaemun."
I was filled with excitement the whole way. I had received photos of her before, and I longed for those deep cleavages, fantasizing about them countless times. It was drizzling in Changsha that day, and the temperature was a bit cold. When I arrived at the West Gate, I texted her, "I've arrived, in front of KFC," and sent her the license plate number.
Waiting time always feels long, but when filled with anticipation, it seems too short. About three minutes had passed, and before I was even ready, a very elegant woman with a folding umbrella approached my car window. She looked like a woman to be whipped and ravaged at first glance—haha, I was too impatient. Forgive me, but when I observe a woman, the first thing I notice isn't her face, but her rounded buttocks and full breasts, then her slender waist, and finally her face. Of course, shoes are also important, because they reflect whether a woman is clean. They don't necessarily have to be designer brands, but they must be neat. I didn't find a speck of mud on her brown leather shoes that day. Her purple mink coat with a deep V- neck couldn't contain her overflowing bosom. A faint scent of perfume wafted towards me; although I didn't know the brand, it told me she was a sophisticated woman.
Her face was red from the cold. After she got in the car, I turned the air conditioning up to the maximum, and then for half a minute I didn't know what to say.
"Long time no see! What are you here to buy?"
"Yes, how did you know I was in Changsha? I'm here to buy some clothes; I'm going to Zhuzhou tomorrow."
"It's fate, or maybe it's just a meeting of minds. You didn't even tell me you were coming, and you'd already brought in your clothes?"
"We're all settled in at the hotel."
"What do you want to eat, little brother? Treat your big sister to a good meal."
"I'm not familiar with Changsha, so it's fine."
I went to a not-too-high-end restaurant near the Second Ring Road, called Fu Man San Xiang, but the ambiance was quite nice. The guest rooms were upstairs, you know what I mean. I often get foot massages on the third floor, and I'm fairly familiar with masseuses #6 and #32 because their techniques are excellent. Of course, I've taken clients to the fourth floor for massages too, but after settling them in, I always get a foot massage on the third floor. Ugh, the only time I ever hired a prostitute there still haunts me—I've mentioned it before—but to be honest, the food there was really bad, and the service was incredibly slow.
I kept staring at her during the meal, which made her a little embarrassed. I also made a few dirty jokes to test her, but she didn't respond.
After we finished eating, I said, "Let's go upstairs and have a seat. There are guest rooms upstairs."
She shook her head and said she wanted to go back.
Fine, I didn't insist. I'll just take her home; consider it making friends. I used the GPS to take her to the hotel she had booked, I think it was the Southern Pearl Hotel, but I can't remember exactly.
As she was getting off the bus, I felt a little disappointed, but I still asked, "Would you like me to come up and sit for a while?"
"That's not a good idea, I'm sharing a room with the other girls who came to buy goods with me."
"It's okay, I'll just book a room here and send you the room number after I'm done, okay?"
Okay, sure.
What a stroke of luck !
After arriving at the room, I texted Cong as usual to let her know my location and room number (3028) . (If you don't know, go read the first post.) Then I turned on the TV and boiled some water for later. My WeChat started flashing; my sister couldn't wait any longer and asked which room I was in.
Soon after sending the WeChat message, there was a knock on the door.
When I came in, my sister was sitting on the bed watching TV. It was an Eastern girl, but I wasn't really interested. If it were an Eastern transvestite, I might be more interested. She was watching intently. I sat down next to her, slipped my hand under her waist and into her pants, and slowly rubbed her plump buttocks.
I'm so tired, I'm going to the broadcasting station to buy some barbecue. If I have the energy when I get back, I'll continue posting!

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