The doorbell rang during the affair

I worked at the computer company for almost a year, using after-sales service as an excuse to visit her house 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 any hardware or software issues,

which was a real bargain for me. I managed to balance work and an 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.

In 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, I could only look but

not touch. I was a little annoyed. But seeing her son playing games like crazy on TV, I decided to bear with it.

I remember when I first started work, before I even settled into my seat, the head of the technical department told me, "That company called again saying they have computer problems and want you to come over and take a look."

He then added, "What kind of customers are so annoying? If every customer was like them, we'd be exhausted." I chuckled inwardly, because everyone knows about last year when we couldn't get

internet access , and several people were complained about, causing a three- or four-day ordeal.

I called back, guessing it was her son installing too many pirated games again, causing the machine to crash. Once, the C drive only had 10MB of space left—no wonder it crashed!

She answered the phone, asked a few casual questions, and we arranged to meet in the afternoon. Because it started raining heavily, my clothes were soaked by the time I arrived at her house.

When I entered, 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. She put down her bag, and

seeing her son wasn't there, asked, "Where's Xiaojun?" She said he went to her 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 inside 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, plugging it

into the computer to see what was fun online. 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 weren't very

firm, and aren't some young women's breasts sagging? She was wearing black lace panties. She asked if I had eaten, and said it was incredibly hot today.

Yesterday, her family had seen a piece of fabric they liked at the decoration market and had already paid for it, promising to have it delivered this morning, but they had waited for ages and no one had come. 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 guys have 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 filthy 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 was busy 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 her breast, my penis rubbing against her waist. Soon, my mouth moved down, kissing

every part of her body. My hands were off her, and she picked up the remote, turning the TV volume down. My mouth was now gently kissing her lace

panties , feeling the warmth emanating from them. She lifted her buttocks slightly, and I gently pulled down her panties. Her vulva was plump, resembling a clam,

white and tender. Her labia majora were 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 still glistening with moisture. It made one want to gently rub her clitoris, while my mouth alternately played with her labia majora. Occasionally, I would

slip my tongue into her vagina, my mouth filled with her vaginal fluids. Her legs involuntarily parted. Her hands gripped the bed lightly. Over the years, I had

n't tried 69, and doggy style, anal sex, etc., were basically the most basic sexual positions.

She seemed like a traditional woman in this regard. Soon, she pulled my hair with both hands, her body already slightly orgasming. She didn't get up, and

I knew it was time to go in. I pressed down on her, kissing her, saliva mixed with her vaginal fluids, 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 closed her legs, and I slowly began to thrust. Her vagina was very hot;

because we weren't wearing a condom, she was clenching tightly. My glans felt a little hot. During the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, my penis slipped out. I didn't immediately insert it,

wanting to cool it down first, my penis rubbing haphazardly against her labia majora. After a while, she couldn't resist any longer, grabbed my penis, and immediately pushed it into her vagina. She said, "Stop playing around

, just go in." I increased the speed of my thrusting. Soon she cried out, "Hurry up, I'm coming!" and hugged my waist, as if not allowing my penis to

escape and rest. After a frantic thrusting for over ten seconds, I was still thrusting as I ejaculated. At this point, I could feel her vagina contracting and relaxing. After I finished,

my penis remained inside her vagina, feeling the kneading of her vaginal muscles. Then she opened her eyes, hugged me, and gave me a deep kiss.

Everything was understood without words. After cleaning up, she got up and threw the toilet paper she had used to wipe away the semen into the trash can outside. Then we lay on the bed

together watching 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 moment 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 fabric delivery person.

My heart sank. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind: What if her husband came home? What would I do? What would happen?

What if her son came home and saw this? At that moment, I was practically praying to God and Buddha for help. Suddenly, with the fastest speed I could muster, I grabbed

the clothes lying on the floor beside me. I felt uneasy yet resigned to my fate. A little while later, I heard her outside say, "Okay, just put the things here." Only then did my heart slowly calm down.

My heart rate slowly decreased from over 140… A moment later, she came in and saw that I was already dressed and sitting at the computer. She smiled at me, a smile whose

meaning I couldn't quite decipher… She came in to get money to pay the deliveryman. A little while later, I heard a man's voice say, "Could I make a phone call? When

the delivery , the boss couldn't reach you, so I called back to tell him the delivery was done, but I delivered it to another place." Only then did I realize the phone line was still

connected to the computer. After a while, she said okay and led him into the room. I immediately unplugged the phone line from the computer and plugged it into the wall

outlet. The deliveryman looked at me, then at her. He picked up the phone and talked for a while. As he left, he turned back and smiled at me… At that moment, I did

n't care whether his smile was mocking or envious. I only knew that God and Buddha had truly blessed me. Not long after, when we talked about it, she still jokingly called me

a cowardly little devil who liked to steal food but was terribly afraid of it. She said she knew the fabric delivery person had arrived, so she wasn't flustered. But I think anyone in that situation would

have felt the same way I did. How was I supposed to know where her husband was on his business trip, how long he'd be gone, how close her son's maternal grandmother's house was, when he'd be back…? This was the most heart-pounding, embarrassing, and sexually arousing time I'd ever had with her in all the years I

've known her.

Even now, years later, thinking about it still gets me incredibly excited… What if it had been her husband who showed up then…?

[The End]

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