There was a knock on the door after we had sex at her house.

I spent almost a year at that computer company, using after-sales service as an excuse to go there four or five times a month. After-sales service for branded computers, you know, they're supposed to be responsible to customers, haha. Plus, back then, after-sales service management was inadequate; the company advertised that they'd provide on-site service for both hardware and software issues, which was a real bargain for me. I managed to balance work and my affair. During that time, her son also became quite familiar with me, often asking me for advice.

The first time I met her son, he called me "uncle." My first thought was, "Am I that old?" Later, after his mother corrected me, he changed to "brother." Since it was the first time someone called me "uncle," I still often joke about it when we meet. The second year we knew each other, in July, her son graduated from elementary school and was home for summer vacation. I often went over. But it was always her son who called, asking me to come over for advice. Although I couldn't have sex with her, who would pass up a chance to slack off during work hours? Watching her walk around the house in her pajamas, able to look but not touch, was a bit frustrating. Seeing her son engrossed in playing games next to her, I decided to bear with it. I hadn't even settled into my seat at work when the head of the technical department told me that xxx had called again, saying there was a problem with their phone and asking me to come over. He then added, "What kind of customer is so troublesome? If every customer were like them, we'd be exhausted." I chuckled inwardly, because everyone knows about last year's internet outages, where several people were complained about and it took three or four days to resolve. I called back, guessing it was her son installing too many pirated games, causing the computer to crash. Once, I only had 10MB of space left on my C drive—no wonder it crashed! She answered the phone, asked a few casual questions, and we arranged to meet in the afternoon. When I arrived at her house, my clothes were soaked with sweat. The bus was packed, and it was unbearably hot.

Air-conditioned buses weren't common back then. When I entered her house, she was wearing a loose t-shirt, her hair wet and tied up. The two points above were faintly visible, indicating she had just finished showering. After putting down her bag and noticing her son wasn't there, she asked, "Where's Xiaojun?" She said he went to his grandmother's house and wouldn't be back. I immediately rushed over and hugged her, my erection pressing firmly against her. She pushed me away, saying, "You're all sweaty, let's go to the room and cool off with the air conditioning." We went into the bedroom, turned on the computer, and casually unplugged the phone line from the wall socket, plugged it into the computer, and went online to see what was fun. She came over and sat next to me. My hands were already inside, one hand already fondling her breasts. She hadn't worn a bra after showering, and her body had a faint fragrance. Her nipples were large, almost like ripe grapes when erect, but her breasts were very firm, unlike some sagging breasts found in married women. She was wearing black lace panties. She asked if I had eaten, and said she was incredibly frustrated today. Yesterday, her family had seen a fabric bra at the decoration market and paid for it, promising delivery this morning, but after waiting for ages, no one had arrived.

She called and yelled at the delivery guy, who said he'd definitely deliver it today. "I'll call you when it's here," I casually mentioned, adding that it's so hot, and the delivery guy has it tough. The sweat had dried, and she sat on my lap, straddling it, feeding me something I couldn't identify—hawthorn berries. But I had no appetite then; my penis was already erect, pressing against her thigh. I put down the mouse and started caressing her breasts, one hand already reaching down to her genitals. She pushed me away, saying it was dirty and I should take a shower. In no time, I'd stripped off all my clothes, my penis fully erect. She gently patted my erection and said, "Go take a shower." After quickly showering and drying myself, I returned to the bedroom. She was already off her t-shirt, lying on the bed watching TV. I eagerly got into bed, and she pulled my hand over to use as a pillow, saying, "Let's watch some TV." I had no interest in watching TV. My right hand was her pillow, but my left hand wasn't idle; I was playing with her breasts, while my mouth was already nibbling on another nipple. I gently nibbled at her nipple, while my other hand brazenly squeezed and kneaded her breast, my penis rubbing against her waist. Soon, my mouth moved downwards, kissing every part of her body. My hands had already left her, and she picked up the remote, turning down the TV volume. My mouth was gently kissing her lace panties, feeling the heat emanating from them. She lifted her buttocks slightly, and I gently pulled down her panties. Her vulva was plump, resembling a cunt, white and tender, her labia majora slightly dark, already glistening with vaginal fluid. I gently touched her labia majora with the tip of my tongue. Her vulva had no odor. Plus, she had just showered, giving off a fresh fragrance, and it was dripping wet. It was intoxicating to look at.

My hands gently rubbed her clitoris, while my mouth alternately played with her labia majora. Occasionally, I would slip my tongue into her vagina. My mouth was full of her vaginal fluid, and her legs involuntarily parted. Her hands also lightly gripped the bed. Over the years, I hadn't tried 69, doggy style, anal sex, or anything like that with her; it was basically the most basic sexual positions. She seemed to be a traditional woman in this regard. Soon, her hands were holding my hair, and her body was already experiencing a mild orgasm. She didn't get up, and I knew it was time to go in. I pressed myself against her, kissing her, our saliva mixing with her vaginal fluid, our tongues teasing each other. She grasped my penis with one hand and pushed it down. It was very slippery inside, practically sliding in. She spread her legs, and I slowly began to thrust. It was very hot inside.

Because we weren't wearing a condom, she was clenching tightly, and my glans felt a little hot. During the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, my penis slipped out. I didn't immediately thrust back in, wanting to cool it down first, so I rubbed it haphazardly against her labia majora. She couldn't resist any longer, grasped my penis, and immediately thrust it into her. She said, "Stop playing around, just go in." I increased the speed of my thrusting. Soon she cried out, "Hurry, I'm coming!" and hugged my waist, as if not allowing my penis to escape for a rest. After a frantic thrusting for over ten seconds, I continued thrusting even as I ejaculated. At this point, I could feel her vagina contracting and relaxing. After ejaculating, my penis remained inside her vagina, feeling the kneading of her vaginal muscles. Then she opened her eyes, hugged me tightly, and gave me a deep kiss. Everything was understood without words. After cleaning up, she got up and threw the toilet paper and the used toilet paper into the outside trash can. We lay down on the bed again to watch TV. After a few minutes, I thought I heard the doorbell ring. My heart tightened instantly… Because the bedroom door was closed, I couldn't hear clearly. In a trembling voice, I asked her, "Is someone ringing your doorbell?" She listened carefully for a while and said, "It seems so." She put on a t-shirt and went out. She closed the door behind her and told me not to panic and to continue sleeping in bed. She said it might be the delivery person who brought the item.

My heart sank. At that moment, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind: What if her husband came back? How would I face him? What would happen? What if her son came back and saw it? At that moment, I was practically praying to God and Buddha for protection. I put on the clothes that were lying on the floor as fast as I could. I felt uneasy but resigned to my fate. After a while, I heard her say outside, "Okay, just put the item here." Only then did my heart slowly calm down. My heart rate slowly dropped from over 140... After a while, she came in and saw that I was already dressed and sitting at the computer. She smiled at me, a smile that I didn't know what it meant... She came in to get money to pay the deliveryman. A moment later, I heard a man's voice saying, "Could I make a phone call? The boss couldn't reach you when the delivery came over. I'm calling back to tell him the delivery was made, but I delivered it to another store." It was then that I realized the phone line was still connected to the computer.

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