Miss Jia

To put it simply, we were friends with benefits. Realistically, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, an unspoken rule we both understood. It's normal in our industry; it's either money or sex. You can't win over a client with just a silver tongue.

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

She was very capable, beautiful, and demanding, and she gave a lot.

Initially, it was a purely professional relationship. I had no intention of taking advantage of her; I only received polite gifts.

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

Ms. Jia was a good person, discreet, and wouldn't say anything out of turn. She was also very loyal and tactful, never making excessive demands because of our relationship. As we did it 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 somewhat bittersweet, and I felt a lot of guilt towards her and her husband.

Her husband, Milu, is an IT geek, someone who's always engrossed in coding and almost never bothers with Jia's affairs. This is why Jia has been constantly betraying him, yet 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 is also a client of our company, responsible for our website maintenance. This guy is 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 is in the same neighborhood I rent, which has nothing to do with me, it's just because the neighborhood is nice.

Milu, this geek, doesn't have many friends, even within his company. Since I live nearby, have time, and know a few people in the renovation business, I helped them renovate their new apartment. Miss Jia had plenty of free 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 things to go wrong when a man and a woman are alone together. And when these chance encounters happen too often, something really might happen.

That day, they were installing kitchen cabinets at their house. The cabinet seller was a friend of a friend of mine. Miss Jia was on a business trip and got lost, so she 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 installation, Miss 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. While the workers were busy in the kitchen, 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 show off 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 had come a little later.

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

Their new house didn't have pots and pans, so Miss Jia's welcome dinner had to be at my place. Miss Jia and I cooked, while Lost went to work. Taking advantage of the cooking opportunity, I helped Miss Jia weed.

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

Don't blame me for being impatient; I'd been feeling restless watching her little butt wiggle all the way there.

The skirt opened, revealing only her underwear. Before Miss Jia could speak, I silenced her with a kiss, my left hand holding her down while my right hand slipped inside her panties.

Her vagina had been hot and moist for a long time, and I easily slipped my fingers inside, my thumb rubbing her clitoris while my index and middle fingers explored the inside.

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

"I can't wait."

"Then I'll take off my clothes."

"I just want to do you like this."

Miss Jia didn't waste any more words and reached out to undo my belt.

As soon as my little brother was freed from its restraints, I thrust it towards Miss 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 little brother to fill her emptiness.

Dry wood and raging fire, passion burst forth.

slap slap slap

I turned her over, Miss Jia braced herself against the wall, and raised her buttocks to meet me.

slap slap slap

Miss Jia's legs grew weaker and weaker, constantly sliding down. I took the opportunity to push her down, and Miss Jia knelt and groaned.
*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 scream louder, ah." Okay,

let's go to the bed.

Anyway, no matter where we went, my little brother never pulled out of her little hole, mainly because I couldn't bear to leave that warm, moist embrace.

From the door to the sofa, from the sofa to the bedroom, and from the bedroom to the bathroom. *Slap slap slap*.

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

Finally, amidst Miss Jia's constant moans and urging, my little brother ejaculated again and again in her mouth. It wasn't that I liked oral sex; Miss Jia was trying to get pregnant, and she didn't want to cause an accident. At the time, I was blinded by lust, only concerned with satisfaction, and didn't pay attention.

It was only much later that I realized her predicament. That was the last time we made love, the legendary farewell sex.
It was a memorable experience because it was so pleasurable. I don't know how long it lasted, but we were both exhausted afterward and soaked in the bathtub for a full half hour before getting out.

While making dinner, Jia satisfied my perverse desires by cooking with me in only her underwear, but we didn't have sex again. She was going home 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 skill. Most importantly, we lasted so long, I was too vigorous, and she was too wanton; I didn't control my strength well, 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.

I couldn't help 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 finish me off.

For a long time after that, we didn't hook up, until at a party she cautiously told me she was pregnant and had gotten married to Milu, hoping we could remain friends—clean friends.
I hesitated, considered it for a day, and then agreed.

I initially took her out of primal instinct; perhaps our relationship was merely a quid pro quo, but over time, feelings developed. With her, and with Lost, we were friends. Before, I transferred departments and lost business dealings with her, but I still tried my best to help her. Because of indebtedness, because of affection, because of guilt.

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 off-limits. This is the helplessness of salespeople.

When those accustomed to the benefits suddenly find themselves without them, turning against them is inevitable. After all, the new generation replaces the old; if you're unwilling, someone else will take your place.

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 amount I could do for my friend.

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

Suddenly feeling very tired, going out for a drink.

Miss Jia is now a wife and mother; I wish her all the best, and hope her little one grows up healthy and happy, never letting down everything Mom has prepared for her.

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