The Third Single Woman in My Life (A Single Woman's Personal Account, Part 1)

Actually, I didn't originally have this idea, but he wanted me to express my feelings for him, so I thought about it for a long time and came up with this topic.
I met him online. I can't remember how we met in the first place, but I do remember that his youthful energy helped me out of that low period in my relationship. Maybe women are indeed more prone to cheating when they are emotionally down. Anyway, that's exactly what happened to me.
Perhaps it was his sweet talk, or perhaps it was his genuine understanding of women's hearts, but his "flattery" (let's call it flattery for now) gave me, a woman in my forties, a long-lost confidence.

He made me realize that there are so many things in this world I didn't know, and he made me realize that I can live a more fulfilling life.
Although we are more than 10 years apart in age, he has never mentioned it. Whenever I say insecurely that I'm getting old, he always comforts me by saying how much he likes mature women, listing a whole bunch of reasons why. And what he says actually makes a lot of sense; he's the one who made me realize how many good qualities and charm I still possess.

Perhaps all women like romance. Although he repeatedly claims he's not a romantic person, compared to my own dull and mundane 20-odd years of life, he's like a cool breeze on a summer's day, making me feel completely comfortable.

Maybe I've already liked him, even fallen in love with him. My feelings for him make me completely unguarded, and I try my best to meet his requests, including sexually. After all, I've been through it all, and he promised not to affect either of our families. So, since fate has given me this opportunity, why not take it?

Just like he said, if something happens and no one else knows about it, then you can pretend it never happened. Although it's a bit like burying your head in the sand, for someone like me who was already very eager, such an offensive from a young man was indeed very effective. And that's how we had our first intimate contact.
It's kind of funny, but our first time actually happened in the bathroom. We hadn't known each other for very long then, but we had exchanged photos and seemed to have feelings for each other. He was also very talkative, and I don't even know how we ended up talking about sex. Afterwards, I was always puzzled as to why I, who am usually so conservative, would suddenly discuss such private topics with him, even telling him about my husband's impotence and my desires. Maybe that was what he was hoping for.

He told me that he also longed for sex and wanted to be with me. At the time, I still found it hard to accept anyone other than my husband, but the frequency of less than once a month made my body betray my thoughts. I don't know why, but I was so excited when talking to him about this topic. Gradually, my initial conflict turned into endless anticipation.
This feeling erupted one Friday. After several online simulations, we finally couldn't control our reason anymore. He asked me out, but I couldn't leave work at the moment. He actually thought of coming to my company

's restroom. Because the women's restroom in our company is private and can be locked, he made such a bold request. Because I was also eager to see him, I agreed.
He took leave and took a taxi directly to our company building. Because there was a security guard at the entrance, I went downstairs to meet him, but once inside, I deliberately kept a distance. When we got

to the restroom and the door was open, I let him go in first. Then, after checking that no one was around, I went in myself. As soon as I locked the door, this guy grabbed me and hugged me

tightly. Before I could say anything, his lips were already on mine. His lips were very sexy, even a little un-masculine, evoking a feeling of tenderness. After a passionate kiss, his hands began to wander restlessly inside my clothes. The moment his soft hands touched my skin, a long-lost impulse and trembling spread throughout my body.
Actually, I regretted it as soon as I agreed to meet him. Thinking about it calmly, I realize that I am still a very conservative woman. Although my family life is not perfect, my traditional values are not easy to change. Being a good wife and mother seems to have become my biggest goal and obligation in life. Sometimes I don't even know who I am living for or whether I have a place in my life goals. So when I agreed to meet him, my traditional values took over again. Maybe that was just self-deception. At least after he went offline, I thought that even if we met, there might not be any result. I am already old, so much older than him. If he really meets me, he might not feel anything. If that's the case, I can just treat him like a younger brother.
But the moment his sensual lips and gentle hands touched me, I knew my defenses had crumbled. My subsequent half-hearted resistance was merely a desperate attempt to salvage a shred of my dignity.

Fortunately, he was very considerate and didn't give up because of my "refusals." Instead, he became even more eloquent. I think he truly understands women's minds; he knows what women are thinking, what they like to hear, and what they want. I even wonder if he studied psychology, haha.
The bathroom wasn't very big, and we were both nervous, trying to keep quiet and coordinate our movements. Unfortunately, I was wearing pants that day, which was inconvenient, and we didn't dare go on for too long, lest it arouse suspicion.

It was less about enjoyment and more about giving each other closure, or perhaps completing a ritual—a ritual to bring us closer.

However, the long-lost feeling still gave me a sense of psychological satisfaction, a full and fulfilling feeling. Perhaps due to nervousness, his time wasn't very long either. Afterwards, the young man apologized somewhat apologetically. Little did he know that women sometimes need more than just physical pleasure.

At least for me, it was more about experiencing the feeling. If the feeling is there, even a little physical stimulation is enough to make me happy.
When I saw him off afterwards, I felt a little reluctant to let him go, and perhaps it was this slight reluctance that led to my madness the next day.

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