The surprise my dance teacher gave me

This post was last edited by Ren·Yu on 2009-7-17 16:59.

Wang Ying, female, 28 years old. We met on NetEase's 0510 Wuxi☆☆ forum. Our first chat was on the afternoon of June 3rd. My username was "Sincere Tasteful Man," and hers was "Gentle as Water." She happened to be free from class, and I found her name interesting, so I started chatting with her. I was attracted to her gentleness, and she was attracted to my taste. We felt like we'd known each other for a long time. Time flew by, and she had class soon, so we quickly exchanged numbers. After adding each other as friends, we said goodbye.

The next morning, I turned on my computer and found her message: she had left me her phone number. Wow, I'd never met such a proactive female netizen before! My curiosity was piqued, and I wondered if she was a prostitute or a scammer. I had to be careful. I didn't call her immediately but waited for her on my computer. At noon, her name appeared on the computer screen, and we started chatting more deeply. Through some skillful questioning, I quickly confirmed her identity—she was real. But I was soon disappointed. Why? She told me she was only online looking for friends, not lovers. She said she had a good relationship with her husband and loved him. Wow, this woman seemed flawless. In the past, I would have given up. But after thinking about it carefully, I realized there was still a chance. First, she was very curious; second, she was 28, a dangerous age for infidelity; and third, she didn't object to lovers—several of her close friends had affairs.

Haha, this woman could definitely be diagnosed as an adulterer, she just needed a skilled mentor, and I happened to be the head of the "good women collection expert group" (self-proclaimed, please don't mind). She met her mentor. So I used my dating techniques, which are actually quite simple: make her feel your sincerity, then cater to her interests and shower her with attention. After five rounds of back-and-forth, she texted me: "There's someone who always thinks of you, someone who always cares about you, that's me, I love you." Haha, I laughed as soon as I saw it; I'd played the con artist again. But I was still worried about encountering a "dinosaur" (unattractive woman). Luckily, I have a best friend whose son is in her kindergarten's senior class, so I asked him to do some scouting. The result was satisfactory: he's 161cm tall, weighs about 95 jin (42.5kg), has a 90/100 figure (she mainly teaches dance and has been practicing since childhood), and is over 85/100 in looks, with a B-cup bust, and most notably, a head of beautiful black hair. My best friend kept asking me to give him my services. Haha, I said, "Go ahead and try to con someone yourself, I promise I won't fight you for him."

There were two other interesting anecdotes. One day she told me that although she loved me, she also loved her husband, and asked me not to be angry. Haha, you silly girl, that's perfect! I have no worries, all I want is your body, whether you love me or not doesn't matter. Secondly, she told me we should maintain an online relationship for a year, and if we still have feelings for each other then, we can meet again. I'm not in a rush, I'm not hung up on just one person. My longest relationship has lasted over a year, and besides, I don't believe you can withstand my advances.

She also has another characteristic: she usually doesn't dare to chat with me when her husband is home, so she tries to chat with me at school, sometimes even lingering after work. How far is a woman like that from sleeping with me? Sure enough, after just one week, she couldn't resist anymore and said my leg was injured, she was so worried and wanted to come see me. I said no rush, come when it's convenient for you, but actually I was overjoyed, finally seeing a glimmer of hope. So we discussed when would be convenient for her to come, and she said she had to go out on the afternoon of the 16th, but would have some free time. Okay, that's the day. The following chats were just to appease her; dealing with several old flames at the same time is an art, I'll discuss that in detail later.

On the afternoon of the 16th, as usual, I made all the preparations, waiting for my beauty to arrive so I could begin. Around 1:30 PM, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there she was, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and a long skirt, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom, her hair flowing gracefully. My best friend hadn't lied to me; she really was stunning. I quickly invited her in. Of course, I needed to build rapport first, since it was our first meeting. Because it was quite hot, I let her cool off in the air conditioning and have some drinks. At the same time, I launched my gentle offensive, quickly pulling her into my arms and kissing her. She offered token resistance for a moment, but when my tongue entered her mouth, she stopped struggling, wrapped her arms around me, and our tongues began to intertwine. Haha, done. I slipped my hands inside her t-shirt, grasping her breasts, my fingers gradually and skillfully pinching her nipples. Gradually, I felt them harden, then my left hand moved down, inside her lace panties, caressing her labia with my index and middle fingers. She opened her mouth slightly and began to moan softly. I kissed her again, teasing her tongue with mine and sucking on it with my lips. Soon, I tore open her clothes with my right hand, revealing her breasts. Her waist was slender, her skin was fair, and her breasts were slightly full; I was momentarily dazzled. Composing myself, I suggested we go to the bedroom. She hesitated, but I said, "Baby, I want you." I took her hand and guided it to my penis. As soon as she touched it, her face flushed. "I'm scared." Ha, what was there to be afraid of? The arrow was already on the bowstring, ready to be released.

With my sweet words, we lay down on my large bed. She lay flat, her snow-white body adorned with two small mounds and two pink nipples. My hand moved to her genitals, and through her silk skirt, my palm gently caressed them. I pulled down her skirt, then her pantyhose and lace panties, revealing a tuft of glossy black pubic hair at the top of her smooth, firm thighs, partially obscuring her vulva. My hands caressed her entire body, finally settling on her genitals, playing with her pubic hair like curled strands of hair. I removed her clothes and gently touched her face. I whispered in her ear, "I want you, baby." Her face flushed even more, appearing incredibly alluring. She trembled slightly as she said, "I'm so scared, won't anyone come?" Ah, the fear of infidelity. I spread her legs again with my hands, lowered myself, and placed the tip of my tongue on the inside of her vagina, which I had opened with my index fingers. She didn't even protest, only breathing heavily. I licked the love fluid secreted from her vagina; it was a little astringent, but there was no unpleasant odor. That's rare; married women usually have a fishy smell. I cupped my lips and sucked on her love juice. I knew it would make her feel very itchy, but she only breathed heavily. My mouth moved away from her mons pubis, my lips covering the inside of her left thigh, then to the vaginal opening, then back to the inside of her left thigh, moving left and right several times like biting into a watermelon. Then I opened my mouth and gently bit her labia, taking a few tufts of pubic hair into my mouth. She said, "Why are you doing this? I'm so embarrassed." She tried to pull away, but I casually moved to the hairy triangle area, kissing her abdomen and chest. I carefully and gently bit every inch of her skin, sucking on her right breast while kneading her left breast with my left hand. Finally, I stopped at her cleavage, rested my head on her left breast, and inhaled her fragrance.

I placed my palms on either side of her, and thrust my hips against her, my penis entering her warm, smooth vagina. My glans rubbed against her vaginal walls, and with each thrust, my body felt like it was galloping across a plain. I gradually increased the force, faster and faster. Her head tilted to one side, her hands gripping my neck. With each thrust, her breasts trembled, as smooth as tofu. I felt excited, sweat dripping from my shoulders. I embraced her slender waist, my penis thrusting into her, penetrating her, stabbing her, copulating forcefully. After hundreds of back-and-forth thrusts, she probably reached orgasm, sometimes moaning, sometimes screaming. Finally, she calmed down, her hands sliding off my neck, resting on her heaving breasts, her face so peaceful and beautiful. Her moans, my panting, and the sweat glistening between us; the shaking of the bed, and her undulating movements with the rhythm of my penis entering and exiting her vagina, her heaving breasts—all under my control, formed the most primal melody, gradually bringing me to orgasm. An indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted within my heated body; I felt my semen spurt from my penis, millions of sperm rushing into her uterus. My testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitched intermittently beneath my scrotum. The world seemed to cease to exist except for her naked, alluring figure, me, and the waves of pleasurable excitement that followed our intercourse. Suddenly, I felt cold, and with a sense of relief, I collapsed onto her soft breasts.

To be honest, this was the most pleasurable and longest sex I've had since my injury, lasting a total of 70 minutes, including foreplay. It felt like my lost energy had returned, and I was quite satisfied with my performance. Aftercare was a must. I think this woman is top-notch; she has a dancer-like figure, truly rare, though her breasts are a bit small—I guess that's typical of dancers. Also, her coordination was slightly lacking; looks like I'll need to train her. When we got up and got dressed, I asked her to keep her lace panties as a souvenir. She laughed and called me a pervert, asking what I would wear. I said she had pantyhose, and besides, it was a long skirt, so it was fine. She thought about it and gave them to me, telling me to hide them well so my wife wouldn't find them. Haha, do I need your guidance? By the way, I have two small safes at home. One contains my personal belongings, which my wife can't open. I lied to her, saying it was top-secret information from work and she wasn't allowed to see it.

After she left, I made the bed and found a few strands of her beautiful hair, which I kept. Her hair was the most beautiful of all the women I've ever been with. I wonder if I should keep some women's items as souvenirs every time I sleep with someone. Am I becoming decadent? My wife's home, so I'll stop writing now and talk to her later.

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