【Miss Jia Series】(05) Author: dily52125

Author: dily52125
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a while since I've seen Miss Jia, and to be honest, I really miss her.

Simply put, we're friends with benefits. To be more realistic, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement, an unspoken rule we both understand.
It's very normal in our industry; it's either money or sex. Trying to win over a client with just a silver tongue
is impossible.

In this unspoken rule, men usually choose money first. Only if the woman offering money is attractive will they
go further and to get both money and sex.

She's very capable, beautiful, and puts in a lot of effort.

Initially, we had a purely professional relationship. I didn't have any intention of taking advantage of her; I only received
polite gifts.

By chance, we crossed that line, and then things spiraled out of control.

Miss Jia is a good person, very discreet, and doesn't talk nonsense. She's also very loyal and tactful, never
making too many demands because of our relationship. As we did this more often, we got to know each other better and communicated more, eventually
becoming friends.

We had this affair for three years until she got married.

In her words, she "turned over a new leaf."

Her words were tinged with sadness, and I felt a lot of guilt towards her and her husband.

Her husband, Milu, was an IT geek, someone who was obsessed with coding and almost never inquired about Jia
's affairs. It was for this reason that Jia continued to betray him, never abandoning him. Among those
who tried to take advantage of her were suitors who promised her cars and houses, but Jia remained with Milu, living in a cramped apartment, until she bought her own
car and house.

Milu was also a client of our company, responsible for our website maintenance. This guy was taciturn but very
reliable. It wasn't until Jia and Milu bumped into each other at our company that I learned about their relationship. After having dinner with
them , we became friends.

Jia's new apartment was in the same neighborhood I rented, which had nothing to do with me, it was just because the neighborhood
was nice .

Milu, this geek, didn't have many friends, even within his company. Because I lived
nearby, had the time, and knew a few friends in the renovation business, I helped them renovate their new house. Ms. Jia also had
time and frequently visited the new house, giving us many opportunities to get together. Although we both said we wouldn't,
it's easy for a lone man and woman to have an affair. And when those affairs happen too often, something really might happen.

That day, they were installing kitchen cabinets; the salesman was a friend of a friend of mine. Ms. Jia was on a business trip, got lost
, and had to work overtime. I happened to be off work, so I went to watch the place for her, as asked of her.

Halfway through the cabinet installation, Ms. Jia returned, looking travel-worn and rushed, dragging a suitcase
. It seemed she had just gotten off the train and gone straight to her new home. She was drenched in sweat from the summer heat, but since the workers were there, she
didn't want to shower, so she just wiped her sweat and chatted with me.

A beautiful woman glistening with sweat is my type.

Her new house was newly renovated, and besides the sofa in the living room, there wasn't much furniture. The workers were busy in the kitchen, and we
chatted idly on the sofa.

It was early summer, and Miss Jia was dressed very casually, wearing a black zippered, front-opening bodycon dress that
accentuated her sexy figure. She wore sheer stockings and high heels, looking absolutely stunning. She
strolled around the kitchen, and the workers' eyes widened; they all stopped what they were doing.

My eyes widened too. Taking advantage of her taking off her heels to massage her legs, I pulled her close and started massaging them for her. With

the sofa facing away from the kitchen, I boldly placed her legs across mine, touching her calf with my left hand and
her thigh with my right. Miss Jia knew she was in my grasp and couldn't escape, so she resignedly lay on the sofa, letting me do as
I pleased. Her face, a mixture of resentment and shyness, made me hard.

Once I was hard, I got straight to the point. I talked to Miss Jia, mainly for the people in the kitchen to hear, while listening
to the sounds coming from inside, constantly on guard for anyone to come out—a tense yet exciting feeling, very much like a secret affair.

Miss Jia verbally appeased me, her arms outstretched, attempting to create a barrier beneath her skirt.

But it was a bodycon skirt; her long legs were wide open, impossible to defend.
The skirt ironically became a shield against her hands, allowing me to easily slip one hand inside, directly into her vulva, teasing
and swirling through her stockings and panties.

Miss Jia dared not make a sound, repeatedly pleading with me not to go in.

After about three to five minutes, my fingers felt a dampness. I grinned lewdly at Miss Jia, mischievously pushing
my finger forward.

This immediately revealed that Miss Jia's grip on my hand was utterly weak; when I entered her,
she collapsed, pulling her hands back to cover her mouth, her legs spreading wide, stretching the skirt even further, causing her waist to undulate,
her buttocks thrusting upwards, opening her vulva to my intrusion.

I felt my index finger sinking deep into her hole; her lower opening was already wide open. If it weren't for the stockings and
panties , I could easily have inserted my finger. Looking at her eager expression, I couldn't help but ask, "
Is it all overgrown with pubic hair?"

This was our private conversation. Once, when her husband was away on a business trip for two months, she complained to me, desperately wanting more, that she hadn't done it
in a long time and it was all overgrown with pubic hair.

Ms. Jia blushed, a rare occurrence, and didn't say anything, pressing her lower body even closer.

Just as I was contemplating whether to tear her stockings, I suddenly heard a knock at the door
. We both jumped, momentarily stunned.

Then, someone called out from outside, "Hey, open the door, I don't have my keys."

It was Lost, Ms. Jia's husband.

Ms. Jia sat up abruptly and quickly tidied herself.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking how lucky I was that Lost had given me his keys before leaving. Otherwise, he could have
just opened the door and immediately seen me with my hand inside his wife's skirt.

That was fucking exciting.

Miss Jia quickly recovered, glared at me, and ran to open the door.

I wiped the cold sweat from my brow and started talking to Lost, watching the couple display their long-lost affection.

Lost wasn't there to catch them cheating; he was just passing by on his way out and decided to take a look. Damn, that one glance almost led to
trouble; it would have been better if he'd come a little later.

Lost's intrusion caused a false alarm, proving the saying that good things often come with difficulties.

Since their new house didn't have pots and pans, Miss Jia's welcome dinner had to be at my place. Miss Jia and I cooked.
Lost, I continued on to work. Taking advantage of the cooking time, I helped Ms. Jia weed.

After seeing Lost off, Ms. Jia and I bought groceries at the supermarket and went to my house. As soon as we entered, I pinned her against the wall and
silently unzipped her pencil skirt.

Don't blame me for being impatient; watching her little butt sway back and forth had been making me restless for a long time.

The skirt opened, revealing only her underwear. Before Ms. Jia could speak, I silenced her with a kiss, pressing her down with my left hand and
slipping my right hand inside her panties.

Her vagina was already warm and moist; I easily slipped my fingers inside, my thumb rubbing her clitoris, my index and
middle fingers exploring.

"Let's go to the bathroom, I'll wash up," Ms. Jia suggested breathlessly.

"I can't wait." "

Then I'll take off my clothes."

"I just want to do it to you like this."

Ms. Jia didn't waste any more words and reached out to unbuckle my belt.

As soon as my penis was freed, I thrust it towards Ms. Jia.

Miss Jia was already used to this position. She leaned against the wall, pulled my hand out of her body, and arched her back,
guiding my penis to fill her emptiness.

Dry wood and raging fire, passion blazed. *

Slap slap slap

* I flipped her over. Miss Jia braced herself against the wall, arching her buttocks to meet me.

*Slap slap slap*

Miss Jia's legs grew weaker and weaker, sliding down her back. I took the opportunity to push her down, and Miss Jia knelt and moaned.

*Slap slap slap

* "Hmm, slower, let's go to the bed, hmm, ah, the floor is too hard, ah, don't rub my knees raw, the sofa is fine
too. " Okay,

let's go to the sofa. *

Slap slap slap*

"Ah, let's go to the bed, I want to moan louder, ah." Okay,

let's go to the bed.

Anyway, no matter where we went, my penis never left her vagina, mainly because I couldn't bear
to leave that warm, moist embrace.

From the doorway to the sofa, from the sofa to the bedroom, and from the bedroom to the bathroom. *Slap slap slap* The slapping continued incessantly.

The sofa was a mess, and the waves of lust in the bathroom rose higher and higher.

Finally, amidst Jia's constant moans and urging, my penis ejaculated repeatedly in her mouth. It wasn't that I enjoy
oral sex; Jia was trying to get pregnant and didn't want to cause an accident. At the time, I was blinded by lust and only focused on satisfying myself,
not her feelings.

It was only much later that I realized her predicament. That was our last time making love—the legendary "breakup sex."

It was memorable because it was so pleasurable. I don't know how long it lasted, but we were both exhausted afterward,
soaking in the bathtub for a full half hour before getting out.

While making dinner, Jia satisfied my perverse desires, cooking with me in only her underwear, but she didn't have
sex with me again. She was going back to sleep with her husband that night, and after I satisfied her, she had to act like she was thirsty, which
required a lot of acting skills. Most importantly, we lasted too long, I was too vigorous, and she was too wanton; I didn't control
my strength , and her vagina was already a little red. If her husband had given her oral sex, he might have noticed.

Perhaps as compensation, she gave me oral sex once, and her smooth little tongue
made me ejaculate in just three minutes.

There was no way around it; we knew each other too well. She knew the sensitive spot on the lower edge of my glans, and a minute of continuous stimulation was enough to bring
me to orgasm.

For a long time after that, we didn't hook up, until one time at a party when she cautiously told me
she was pregnant and had gotten married to Milu. She hoped we could remain friends, completely clean friends.

I hesitated, considered it for a day, and then agreed.

I had initially taken her out of primal instinct; perhaps our relationship was just a quid pro quo, but
over time . With her, and with Milu, we were all friends. Before, I had transferred departments and lost business
dealings with her, but I still tried my best to help her. Because of guilt, because of affection, because of remorse.

What truly made me agree was her insistence.

That day, I asked a friend in charge of sales about her business situation and inquired about her
performance at her company—in four words: a sharp decline.

The reason might be simple: she had reformed.

When discussing business is acceptable, but discussing sex is out of the question, often business is also out of the question. This is the helplessness of a salesperson
.

When those who have become accustomed to the benefits suddenly find themselves without them, turning against you is inevitable. After all, the new generation always
replaces the old; if you're unwilling, there are plenty of others who will.

Out of guilt and respect, I asked my friend to take good care of Miss Jia, as long as she remained in this industry, the business would still be
hers.

This was the small thing I could do for my friend.

Unfortunately, because of some sordid matters, I ultimately lost this friend.

Suddenly feeling very tired, I'm going out for a drink. Miss Jia is now a wife and mother; I hope everything goes well for her, and

that her little one grows up healthy and happy
, not letting down everything her mother has prepared for her.

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