Repairing computers is a good skill

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was a day in March or April two years ago. I was idly playing around with QQ's "message in a bottle" feature at work when I stumbled upon a bottle from someone in the same city. I replied and sent it, and to my surprise, I got a reply within a minute! I was overjoyed, as messages in bottles rarely get replies. We chatted for a bit, and I learned that the person was a woman from the same city. I was immediately smitten, got her QQ number, added her, and we started chatting. After a few days of lively conversation, I learned some basic information about her: she was in her early forties, had two children, and most importantly, lived near my workplace. I also learned that her husband was having an affair, and she was enduring it for the sake of her children and family. You all know what this means when you talk about these things in a chat, right? Haha, I was very excited and suggested a video call, which she readily agreed to. The woman on the screen looked to be just over forty, which matched her age, but she was a bit dark-skinned, more like a mature woman.
In the days that followed, we often discussed sensitive topics, and she didn't shy away from them, speaking her mind freely. I often teased her, and she responded enthusiastically. I was secretly pleased, thinking I had this mature woman under my control.
One day in June, nothing out of the ordinary, we were chatting as usual when she suddenly said her computer at home was having problems and asked if I knew how to fix it. Of course, I said I could (though I was only half-baked). You guys know what that meant, how could I let such a great opportunity slip by? I asked for leave from work, saying I was going out on errands (and it really was, haha). I quickly walked to her house, a large house with exquisite decorations, clearly belonging to a wealthy family. She then led me to the study where the computer was, pointed to the computer, and said, "Could you please take a look?" She was quite polite, and I said okay. I turned on the computer, checked the configuration and the files on the system drive, and found that a file was missing—easy to fix. I fixed it in less than five minutes. She watched from the side, immediately looking at me with newfound respect, and quickly poured me a glass of water, urging me to drink it. Only then did I pick up my water glass and glance at her. She wasn't very tall, quite thin, and her breasts weren't very noticeable under her skirt—she was definitely flat-chested, not my type. But at this point, who can think about that? Everyone feels that urge at the top of their lungs, right? When I handed her the empty glass, I casually pulled her into my arms. She said, "What are you doing?" I said I wanted to kiss her, and then I kissed her lips. At first, she struggled a little, but I understood; women have to pretend to be reserved, I could understand. You pretend, I'll do what I want. We kissed passionately, and I slowly pulled her closer to the bed next to the computer. My hands weren't idle either; one was around her waist, and the other was caressing her chest. Sure enough, she was flat-chested. Oh well, she's a woman after all. After kissing her lips, I continued kissing downwards. There wasn't much to kiss about her breasts, but out of respect, I kissed them for a while. While kissing her breasts, my hand reached her private parts. Wow, she was so wet! Her panties were soaked. I was secretly excited; I'd finally met a mature woman, and today my little brother could really show off his prowess. When I lifted her skirt, she said to stop. I was taken aback. She said, "Let's go next door. This is the child's room; it's not appropriate." Oh, I see. No problem, anywhere is fine as long as you let me have my way! I carried her to her bedroom next door. What a big bed! I put her on the bed and pounced on it myself. What a soft, comfortable bed! I quickly pulled off her panties, caressing her private parts with my hands, and nibbling at her little nipples. She kept moaning; it felt so good, and my little brother was rock hard. With my foreplay, she became increasingly wet, soaking the sheets. She said she couldn't take it anymore and wanted me to fuck her. I said okay, holding my penis and rubbing it back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, but not going in. This made her anxious, which made me feel great. Mature women are so exciting to fuck. Later, she begged me to go in, so I went in. I was almost at my limit, and it would be embarrassing if I ejaculated outside. I mustered all my strength and thrust in all the way! A scream startled me; it seemed I had hit her G-spot! Seeing her pained expression, I got even more excited. While thrusting, I kept twisting my hips, her juices flowing freely. I didn't care anymore; I didn't even need to wash the sheets. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, and I thrust even harder, making her furrow her brow and moan. About ten minutes later, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her legs hooked around mine, her lower body writhing and twisting back and forth. I knew she was close to orgasm, so I sped up my thrusting. A few seconds later, we both reached orgasm, and I ejaculated inside her. It felt so good! I hadn't felt this good in a long time. Making love with a different woman feels so different. I wonder if any of you guys have felt this way.
After I finished, we lay in bed and chatted for a while. I thought to myself, mature women are just different; the pleasure they bring to men is truly unique! I still keep in touch with her now, using her when I'm feeling horny. I wonder if any of you guys have had the same experience?

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