Chapter 1 — My Experience with an Older Woman [Mr. Kim]

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Daniel Kim here. He'd written pieces like this before, posting them in various corners of the internet.

Some of those posts remained unfinished, so he decided to pick up where he'd left off, cleaning up the old text along the way.

The winter night had been around three in the morning. After parting ways with a friend of Sarah Lee's with nothing else to occupy him, his body restless and lonely, he found himself swiping through a chat app—and matched with "Sarah Lee," a 31-year-old woman living about 20 kilometers away.

Despite the late hour, she was still at the office, stuck with overtime work. She admitted it was her first time ever using a dating app.

She explained that everything at work was irritating, she was exhausted, and life felt like too much hassle. A friend had suggested she try the app just for fun, to wake herself up, so she'd downloaded it.

He'd chatted with plenty of people before, gone on real-life dates too—but oddly, about six or seven out of ten claimed it was their first time on an app.

But strangely enough, every Sarah Lee he'd met through chatting was genuinely a first-timer. Now that he thought about it, it was kind of weird.

Even though they'd just met on the app that night, they hit it off instantly. Well, he made sure they did. He was good with words. If he weren't so bad at certain things, he'd be dangerous...

They chatted casually for about an hour, and then, completely out of the blue, she decided she'd come over to his place the next day for chicken and beer. There was a famous fried chicken place near his neighborhood, but it only did takeout—so she needed a place to eat.

They agreed to meet that evening after she got off work. She said she had to go back to work and logged off the app, exchanging KakaoTalk IDs before leaving.

The next day, he woke up and messaged her on Kakao. He figured she might've changed her mind overnight.

But this woman, who claimed she'd never used an app before, wasn't scared at all about meeting a stranger—let alone coming to his studio apartment. She was already fully committed.

When he first used dating apps, he was so nervous his heart pounded like crazy. He'd always pick crowded places like plazas just to be safe. Haha.

They met up that evening—and wow… she looked nothing like a 31-year-old. She was adorably youthful.

Despite being 31, Sarah Lee had a round, cute face that made her look about 25 or 26. She was 164 cm tall, with a slim but soft figure.

(She later told him her chest was a snug A-cup, maybe a small B.)

At the time, he was still a student. She drove, so he rode with her to pick up the chicken, then they came back to his place together.

In the car, she couldn't even make eye contact—she was so shy.

He tried to ease the tension by talking casually and confidently.

Back at his place, they each had a can of beer with the chicken. He didn't drink much, so...

After finishing the meal, he lay down on the bed and told her the floor was cold—there was an electric blanket on the bed, so she should come up too.

His room didn't heat well, and the floor really was freezing.

Did he have ulterior motives? Half and half. Sure, the floor was cold—but he also wanted to get closer.

But Sarah Lee was so shy—or maybe she sensed danger?—that she didn't come near him. Instead, she sat at the far opposite edge of the bed.

Honestly, he wasn't thinking anything serious. They hadn't even flirted much during their chats. From their conversations, he could tell she'd never done anything like a one-night stand and didn't think highly of casual sex.

So he was just bored and lonely, and they had a good time chatting about life.

They kept talking from a distance until he said, "It's uncomfortable for you over there with no backrest. Come sit beside me. I won't eat you," he joked with a laugh.

Finally, she hesitantly scooted closer.

He'd always had a trustworthy face and smile. So much so that once, someone even said:

"I don't know about others, but if you smiled and just held my hand and said 'let's sleep,' I'd follow you. You'd be a millionaire con artist, seriously lol."

He put his arm around her shoulder and they kept talking.

It was so long ago, he didn't remember exactly what they talked about—probably work, school, everyday stuff.

It was the middle of winter, freezing outside—but with the electric blanket and thick quilt, their backs were warm. And having someone right beside him… well, it made things loosen up.

At first, they both leaned against the headboard, but slowly, their bodies relaxed. Before he knew it, he was using his arm as a pillow for her, lying down together.

They played around a bit—holding hands, touching feet—small touches. Then he gently kissed her on the cheek. She smiled awkwardly.

She didn't resist, so he kept kissing her cheek, then slowly moved to her lips—first a soft, closed-mouth kiss, then gradually closer, until their lips met.

Lips touching. She didn't resist the kiss, but when he lightly touched her lips with his tongue, she quickly turned her head away.

But they were both laughing, the mood wasn't bad—so he climbed on top of her, moving closer. Kind of like a "wall kiss"? Haha.

She tried to turn her head again, but his arm—still under her head—lightly blocked her. She couldn't fully escape.

He swore this wasn't forced. The world's dangerous these days, but the mood was fine… Don't report him, okay?

Back and forth between pecks and real kisses, they eventually settled into a full kiss. After a while, their tongues intertwined. She started holding his head, stroking his back, pulling him closer. Her legs tangled with his. The mood heated up fast.

Feeling she was getting into it, he gently touched her chest over her clothes. She laughed nervously and pushed his hand away.

That's when she seemed to regain her senses and pushed more firmly.

He moved his hand down to her waist and went back to kissing.

After repeating this a few times, he slowly lifted her shirt and brought his lips to her nipple—but she covered her chest with her palm.

So he kept kissing, then gently slipped his hand into her panties.

But something felt off.

For how far things had gone, there was barely any wetness.

A sudden wave of anxiety hit him.

Did she not like this at all…?

Later, she told him it was her first time doing anything like this, and she'd been really nervous.

This time, she didn't push him away. He found her entrance and slid a finger in.

"Wow… two fingers might not even fit," he thought—she was that tight.

And his fingers weren't particularly thick.

Anyway, he gently rubbed her G-spot while kissing her, and Sarah Lee laughed awkwardly.

"Okay, I get it. I get what you want. Just… wait a sec. Wait. I get it—just take your hand out first."

"No~."

He replied with that same charming smile.

He kept gently stroking inside her, and then she reached for his top.

What could he do? To take off his shirt, he had to pull his hand out—so he did. He took off his shirt, then climbed back on top of her.

"Fine… but turn off the lights first."

He quickly turned them off and came back.

But then—what's this? Instead of being passive, Sarah Lee pushed him down, climbed on top of him, and started kissing him fiercely. He was completely shocked. Haha.

They'd only met through the app, so she could've lied—but they'd talked for hours, even called. He usually got a sense of who someone was.

She didn't seem like the one-night-stand type. He'd assumed she'd be conservative, sexually passive.

But this sudden aggression?

You really can't judge someone by their appearance.

Kissing isn't just about skill—subjective feeling matters most. And hers? Her tongue felt amazing.

On top of him, her heavy breathing and moans poured out. Even as she kissed him deeply, her hands kept circling and squeezing his nipples.

This was the same woman who couldn't even make eye contact earlier?

The roles had completely reversed. He was just lying there, helpless under her wild touch.

After a while, Sarah Lee suddenly stopped kissing and slowly moved down his body—not directly to his lower half, but from lips to cheek, cheek to neck, neck to chest—licking and kissing every inch.

This woman could drive a man crazy. Looking back, she knew exactly how to build anticipation—how to make a man crave more. She was good at sex.

His pants were already off. She spent a long time teasing his chest with her hands and tongue, then slowly moved her face down again—not going straight, but slowly: lips to belly, belly to side, side to thigh, then back to chest. His most sensitive part? She only brushed near it, then came back up.

He seriously started wondering:

"Is this woman all talk?! Did I misread her completely?"

After sucking on his chest for a while, she finally pulled down his underwear and took his cock into her mouth.

Her lips were small—she barely fit him.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to give head. But her teeth lightly grazed him now and then. Maybe his cock was a bit thick for her to get used to.

It's not like he could brag about being huge or anything…

But when he flinched slightly, she quickly adjusted so her teeth wouldn't hit. Still, the occasional sting? Honestly, it wasn't bad—it added to the sensation.

As she sucked, she gently bit just the tip of his glans, then slowly rotated her face in circles, her tongue swirling inside her mouth. It felt incredible.

To this day, when he thought of oral sex, he still remembered her.

She stroked his balls with her fingers, sometimes licking them, then climbed back on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and waist and flipped her over.

He couldn't just enjoy himself, right? Turnabout's fair play.

She seemed turned on enough, so he went straight for her pussy with his lips.

He slid a finger inside, rubbed the upper wall, and gently drew circles with his tongue.

She hadn't showered after work, and it was late at night—there was a slight smell. But did it matter? He probably wasn't fresh either.

He sucked and licked her pussy hard. Her pussy was so tight—even with just one finger, he could feel it gripping him.

Since it was their first time, he explored inside, searching for the right spot. Just as he found it and was about to go all in, Sarah Lee couldn't take it anymore and pulled him up.

He looked down at her with that usual smile, grinning mischievously.

"Can I put it in?"

She gasped, breathing heavily, then laughed shyly.

"If I say no… will you stop?"

"Hmm? Not sure."

"Dummy. Just put it in."

"Dummy"? When was the last time he heard that? But strangely, those last words made his heart pound. For some reason, he loved hearing a woman say "put it in." Haha.

As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed his cock and pulled it toward her pussy. Slowly pushing in… but it wasn't going in smoothly.

He'd been with tight girls before—sure, it's tough at first, but with a little in-and-out, it usually loosens up.

But back then, he was a student—no lube, nothing. He didn't know if it was lack of wetness, but seriously, he focused on getting in for over a minute—no exaggeration.

Slowly in, out, rubbing—using his glans to scrape her inner walls, pulling out her natural lubrication, gradually working deeper. Eventually, his cock sank all the way in, to the very base.

After a soft moan, he smiled and said:

"Wow, you're so tight. Dead serious. If you're this tight, I'll come too fast."

She shyly slapped his chest.

"No, you're just big~!"

She sounded so cute—her age didn't show at all.

Now that he thought about it, 31 wasn't that old, but back then, he was young, so she felt much older.

Then, worried she might be in pain, he started moving slowly. But this woman—was she faking innocence this whole time?

Her mouth and hands never stopped, and neither did her hips.

It was so intense—he couldn't tell if he was leading or she was.

And with how tight she was and how little lube there was, her pussy was sucking him in like crazy.

It felt like she was biting his cock and refusing to let go. He was losing his mind.

After a while, he gently asked:

"What position do you like?"

"I like all of them. How about you?"

"Hmm… I like you on top? The view's nice."

"Want me to? Lie down."

And she started riding him—and damn, she moved well.

She said she liked kissing—and sure enough, even on top, she kept kissing every part of his body, her hands never still.

Sex was supposed to be mutual, but she was so active, so eager—he felt like he didn't even need to do anything. Of course, he wasn't lazy either—he worked his hips hard from below, his hands and mouth never resting.

They were lost in each other—when suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him up into a sitting position. Holding his cock in her hands, she started wildly grinding her hips, chasing her own pleasure.

He just stayed still, watching. Under her bouncing breasts, her pussy sliding up and down his cock—it was so dirty, so hot.

He couldn't control his excitement anymore. He pushed her back down and started pounding her.

Her moans reached a peak. He was so turned on, he kept thrusting deep into her pussy and asked:

"Hah… hah… What made you walk into a stranger's room like that?"

"Ugh… ah… I didn't think you'd… ugh… be like this… I thought you looked… hah… so kind… spoke so nicely… ah! I thought you were gentle…"

"Huh… huh… So you regret it?"

"No… hah… never… ahh!"

"If it felt this good, what if you'd rejected me till the end?"

"Ugh… ugh… you're right… your cock… it's so good… I'm going crazy…"

Her moans grew louder, his thrusts harder. Soon, both their moans and movements raced toward climax.

"Hah… hah… Where should I cum?"

"Ah… ah! Not inside… ugh! Just… cum wherever you want!"

"You really think I'd believe that? Should I just cum in your mouth?"

"Ah! You want to cum in my mouth? Hah… I'll take it… cum in my mouth…"

He'd seriously misjudged this woman. Feeling her again, her hidden passion—he got excited. He pulled out, pulled her head forward, and brought his cock—drenched in her juices—close to her lips.

Even in her daze, she gently bit just the tip with her mouth and stroked the shaft with her hand. A moment later, his cum shot straight into her mouth.

Even as her mouth filled, her hands and lips kept stroking his cock, not stopping.

And so, their first round ended.

Sarah Lee, maybe from exhaustion, didn't even wash up—she fell asleep right there, her head on his arm.

He woke up in the early morning, and they had a second round. After that, she went home.

He'd love to write about the second round, but it had been so long, he didn't remember much. If anything, it was even more intense, even stickier…

After that, Sarah Lee and he kept in touch, meeting one or two times a week.

What was strange was that she wasn't particularly wet—but she never dried out.

Usually, if there's not enough lube, the friction hurts after a while. But with Sarah Lee, they could go 30 to 40 minutes and she'd still be moist and slick.

Then, he started dating someone else—Sarah Lee's friend—and naturally, they stopped contacting each other.

As a behind-the-scenes story: while seeing Sarah Lee, he actually started developing real feelings.

She seemed to want him to confess, too.

But one day, she worked remotely from his place and headed home late.

She usually logged out of the messaging app, but that day, it was still on.

He was a bit of a voyeur, so he got curious and checked her social media page.

There, he saw she had a daughter—around six or seven years old. He couldn't tell if she was divorced or a single mom. But one thing was clear: she didn't have a husband.

Maybe he was just rationalizing? But honestly, it didn't matter to him. He'd even dated married women before.

But he kept waiting for her to tell him—yet she never did.

Even now, he still felt a deep regret. They were perfect together—chemically, physically.

Both of them—hungry, desperate, like they couldn't get enough of each other.

And no matter how long they went, the sensation never faded. She never hurt, never dried out—just kept feeling everything.

She was the best physical match he'd ever had.

But then he started a real relationship, and they lost touch.

There were also personal reasons he couldn't keep contacting her.

This was supposed to be a hot, steamy story—but somehow, it ended up sounding like a lament.