My Second Single Life (Part 9)

She went home first that day, and since my job doesn't have time or location restrictions, going out is very convenient. I figured we'd be close enough to leave, so I set off too.
Having been there once before, I knew the way well and arrived at her house quickly. She had obviously just gotten home as well; she'd just changed her shoes, but hadn't changed her clothes yet.
Today she was wearing a pink suit, the hem of the skirt just above her knees, revealing her legs in stockings. Because the stockings were thin, I could vaguely see her neat toes. I don't know about others, but I really like women's feet, especially beautiful feet in stockings. Combined with her smooth legs, I was instantly aroused. An uncontrollable urge surged within me, and my breathing became rapid.
She smiled as she watched me change into my slippers, then pulled me into the living room. After we sat on the sofa, she hugged me.
I could feel her breathing; her full breasts pressed against my back, rising and falling with her rapid breaths, like a massage, which felt very comfortable. Because we were already familiar with each other, there wasn't much talking, nor was it necessary. She was the type of woman who "warms up quickly," needing little caressing or teasing to get aroused quickly.
I helped her take off her panties and pulled her skirt up, then quickly entered her. She must have been holding back for a long time; she was very wet, and I could almost hear the splashing with each thrust. She was very proactive, writhing her body and squeezing me tightly, as if a suction force was pulling me in. With her active desire, I ejaculated quickly.
Just like the first time, the brevity made me feel a little ashamed and guilty, so after wiping myself clean, I used my hand to bring her to orgasm. After washing up, I sat with her for a while before leaving.
When she got to work and went online, she logged on after a while.
"That'll be quick!" I greeted him.
"I'm at home, not going to work. Nothing's wrong."
"Oh, I'm sorry you had to see this today." I said a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
"So fast... I don't know why, you always manage to excite me so quickly."
"It's nothing, happiness isn't about how long it lasts."
“I was really nervous at your house, so my body was in a state of excitement the whole time, so…”
"I understand, but I only feel at ease at home. Today was great, and I'm very happy."
"..."
"..."
For the next two months, we frantically sought opportunities to be together. But for some reason, I always ejaculated very quickly, lasting no more than 10 minutes each time. Therefore, I had to use my mouth and hands to stimulate her before penetration, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before I entered. This way, we had a better chance of reaching orgasm simultaneously, and it was also a way to protect my self-esteem.
As for why it was so short, I think it was mostly due to the environment. In an environment I felt unsafe, anything could happen that I couldn't foresee. Even though it was incredibly stimulating, it was also incredibly stressful. Psychological factors greatly influence the arrival of orgasm.
In her office, I was very relaxed. First, no one knew me there, and it didn't involve anyone else's interests; second, no one would suspect something like this happening in the office, especially after work when it was relatively safe. Therefore, I was more in the mood to care for her and enjoy her company.
But at home, it was different. I was invading her territory. Her husband and daughter were potential threats because I had an affair with his wife and her mother, which they couldn't accept. So they were hostile towards me. How could I feel safe in a hostile environment?
She, however, is different, or rather, quite the opposite. She finds it difficult to reach orgasm in dangerous environments. In the office, especially her own, she's terrified of being discovered. If discovered, her reputation would be completely ruined, and the news would spread like wildfire. Therefore, because she's always unusually focused on other things, she finds it hard to concentrate on seeking pleasure. However, my skill and timing compensate for this. So, although she might have to endure more worry and tension, I can ultimately give her pleasure.
Similarly, at home, she knows best whether it's safe, so she can enjoy herself with peace of mind. The environment she prefers further facilitates her orgasm, and even if discovered, it's limited to the home. Such news generally won't spread from family members. Therefore, home is relatively more suitable for her, and given the opportunity, she prefers to choose home as the location.
Regardless of what we think, we still manage to satisfy each other. No matter what we feel in our hearts, we enjoy the pleasure each other brings. In fact, we are the same. We love someone deeply in our hearts, but our bodies need to find satisfaction from another person. I can't say whether this is moral decay or a helpless compensation. However, our relationship lasted until her husband returned to China, and then it went downhill again. I don't know if I lost interest in her or if she lost feelings for me. Anyway, her QQ avatar still lights up, but the words have lost their passion again.
I think our relationship might reach another peak for some reason, but I don't know when that will be!

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