[A 28-Year-Old's Guide to Getting Handed With] [Author: g8da] [The End]

After turning 20, I started to feel a bit less energetic, especially when it came to sex. Sometimes I wanted to have sex, but my body wouldn't cooperate, so naturally, working out became a priority.
Speaking of working out, for a guy like me, gyms are too unrealistic. First, I don't have the time—I don't get home from work until 7 pm—and second, I don't have the money. A membership card easily costs over 2000 yuan, with a one-year validity period, and you can't get a refund if you don't use it—isn't that a rip-off?
So, I opted for the simplest and most basic form of exercise—running. It was early spring, which was perfect for running.
Even though it was just running, I put in a lot of effort: I bought running shoes, a workout outfit, downloaded a running app on my phone, and found a nice neighborhood nearby.
At first, I ran regularly, but then I noticed that as the weather warmed up, there were more and more girls running. Occasionally, I'd run with some really good-looking girls, but they were always in small groups, and since I'm married, I was too shy to say hello.
By chance, I saw some guys online who were running at night and had actually hooked up with girls who were also running at night, all through running apps. So I had the same idea (don't look down on me, it's all about seeking excitement).
I started extensively searching for running buddies on these apps (not casual sex, don't get me wrong =.=), while inwardly despising myself for never having used this feature before.
Of course, the result was the same as everyone else's: nothing.
About a month later, through a friend's introduction, I joined a local WeChat group for night runs. Everyone there chatted and joked, and those who lived nearby would arrange to run together in the evenings.
I saw a girl whose profile picture was a photo; she was decent-looking, not stunning but not ugly either. I couldn't see her figure, but importantly, she said she lived in the same neighborhood where I ran. So I wanted to see if this girl in the profile picture was actually a girl.
Once you have a goal, you have to work hard to achieve it. Although I'm not exactly handsome to the point of being a heartbreaker, most girls would call me handsome. So I changed my WeChat profile picture to what I considered my best photo and started using my silver tongue to chat with that girl. After persistent efforts, I finally managed to arrange a run together.
It was probably mid-May. One day, while chatting with her as usual, she suddenly said, "If you're free that evening, let's go for a run together. I don't have anyone with me today." Of course, I agreed. We told each other what we were wearing, agreed on a meeting place and time, and I rushed out after dinner.
When I arrived, it was indeed a girl, not much different from her WeChat photo. She had a moderate figure, not the supermodel type, but not chubby either (I don't like chubby girls; if they're too fleshy, I have no interest in them). I'd guess her breasts were a B cup at most, and her butt was a bit perky. Overall, she was a pretty good girl. We
greeted each other, introduced ourselves, and let's call her Arlene. Then we started running.
I've been running for about two months now, only two or three times a week, but my physical condition has gradually improved. Plus, I paid close attention to exercise when I was in school, so my chest muscles are quite defined, which is something I'm proud of.
Arlene, on the other hand, isn't doing so well. Although she joined the running WeChat group earlier than me, she actually runs very, very rarely, maybe once a week at most. So, running with me was a bit difficult for her. That's when I started to play the gentleman, constantly showing concern for her and subtly trying to find out about her.
Of course, on our first meeting, I didn't get a single thing out of her, and our first date running together ended with Arlene running only one kilometer. But I'm not discouraged. If everything were that easy, the world would be in chaos.
So from that day on, I bombarded Arlene with my advances. During our third night run together, we finally had a long talk, and I learned more about her situation: she's 28, married for almost two years, and her husband works in sales and is often away from home. He's clearly not as good to her as he was before marriage, and she once discovered his flirtatious text messages with a female colleague, leading to a constant argument. She even cried while talking about it, which made me very embarrassed. There were many other runners on the street, and they acted as if I had done something wrong to her, so I comforted her, and she finally stopped crying and smiled. Okay, the first step of the revolutionary offensive was won.
After this more in-depth conversation, Arlene's guard was noticeably lowered. We chatted a lot on WeChat at work, even talking about going out to eat and watch movies together, and we started running together more often in the evenings.

I felt the time was right, so during another run, I casually touched her arm from time to time. When she got tired, I offered to help her walk for a while or sit down to rest. She didn't refuse, which made me think I had a chance, so I intensified my offensive.
It's July, and the weather's hot. One day, while I was working overtime, I texted her saying I was bored and had no one to keep me company. She replied that she'd come keep me company, and I said okay. I sent her my company address and said, "If you come, I'll treat you to a movie."
Unexpectedly, almost an hour later, just as I was finishing my work, she texted me, saying she was downstairs at my office and wanted to wait for me to finish work so we could go to the movies together.
I thought, "No way, would her husband let her out this late? It's almost 11 pm!"
After finishing the last bit of work, I rushed downstairs and, sure enough, she was waiting for me. But she looked unhappy again; she'd probably had another fight with her husband. When I asked, it turned out she was right.
She also said her husband was going to a karaoke bar with some friends and wouldn't be coming home. I immediately thought, "This is a golden opportunity, and a hint!"
So we went to a movie theater in the city center, randomly picked one, and went in. Less than ten minutes into the movie, I tried to hold her hand. She resisted a few times at first, but then let me hold it. I felt so good; all my efforts over the past few months had paid off.
Gradually, as the movie progressed, my hands moved faster, touching her thighs and breasts. She only called me a pervert a few times. When a woman playfully calls you a pervert, it basically means I'm yours.
After the movie, without saying a word, I drove straight to the nearest 7 Days Inn and booked a room. She was already aroused by my touching in the theater, and since I was more handsome and gentler than her husband (she said so herself), once we got to the room, things really ignited.
I clearly remember that Arlene was wearing a lace bra and panties that day, which is my favorite type of lingerie. I didn't expect her to like wearing them too, so I kissed her lips without hesitation, and her hands quickly disarmed her.
Arlene's figure was pretty much what I expected; she had a B-cup, and her nipples were surprisingly youthful, almost like those of a girl in her early twenties. I immediately kissed one of her nipples, and she passionately pressed my head against her chest.
Then I took off my underwear and thrust into her sparsely haired pussy. She was incredibly wet; with each thrust, I could hear the "splashing" sounds. I teased her, saying she was such a tender young girl, and she playfully punched my chest with her small fists, further arousing my lust. The benefits of
working out were evident then; we went at it for almost half an hour without me ejaculating, which led to her orgasm. Afterward, she was completely exhausted and said, "You're amazing! Come on, come already!"
I asked her where she wanted to ejaculate, and she said, "Just inside. It's my safe period these days; I'll buy some pills tomorrow for double insurance."
Without thinking much, I thrust even faster for about five minutes before ejaculating.
After our passionate encounter, we rested for a while, and then I helped her to the shower. During the shower, I touched her all over, though it wasn't as intense as depicted in novels, like we did in the bathroom – after all, she's over 30.
I held her and we slept until dawn, then we had another round of lovemaking, ending with me ejaculating inside her again.
From then on, Arlene became my running buddy and casual sex partner. Sometimes when I was in the mood while running, I would drag her to a darker spot in the building and have her give me oral sex. Since there were quite a few people in the neighborhood in the summer, and there weren't any suitable places for casual sex, I gave up on that idea.
I had a wonderful summer like that. However, just last month, she told me she was getting a divorce. Her parents wanted her to go back to her hometown, and she didn't know when she would come back. She was a little reluctant to part with me. Needless to say, we went to a hotel and had another farewell encounter. She said if she ever came back to this city, she should contact me again. I said okay, and I also wished her to find true happiness.
[The End]
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