Chapter 1050 Beguiling
Suddenly, a pair of women's high-heeled sandals appeared beside him, and Kevin lowered his head to see the exquisite jade feet wrapped in the high-heeled sandals, adorned with sheer nude stockings that revealed the blue veins on the instep. His gaze instinctively followed the alluring jade feet upwards, finding smooth and fair calves, slender and round charming thighs snugly embraced by the flesh-colored stockings, extending all the way to beneath the hem of the dress, prompting one to imagine what allure lay hidden beneath the shield of the skirt.
Kevin was completely captivated when a crisp and gentle voice rang out, "Kevin, have you finished?"
"Ahh, I have." Kevin returned to his senses and looked up at the enchanting visage of Kimberly—her brows like ink paintings, eyes akin to lacquer dots, lips like vermillion, exuding an air of elegance with skin as fair as snow, akin to the halo around a new moon, not to be profaned. However, within her aloof aura lurked a mesmerizing allure that was hard to resist.
In truth, Kimberly's appearance could rival that of Vanessa and Audrey; however, while Vanessa exuded a provocative air and Audrey boasted proud ample bosoms beyond compare, Kimberly somewhat paled in comparison. Only Kevin truly understood the splendor of the English teacher's figure—her fair and velvety skin akin to satin, with a well-proportioned and slender figure, soft and supple waistline, round buttocks, full and firm breasts, and especially those legs that could rival those of a model, causing countless male students to drift in dreams. There was a saying circulating at Sunset Valley High School, "Audrey's bosom, Vanessa's derriere, and Kimberly's thighs can kill." It was a pity no one had the opportunity to experience Kimberly's exquisite legs in reality.
"Let me see." Kimberly picked up Kevin's workbook and carefully scanned it, not finding any major grammatical errors, with the vocabulary usage also fairly accurate. She nodded lightly and said, "It's quite good, keep it up." With that, she swayed her jade hips and walked gracefully forward with her two beautiful legs wrapped in sheer stockings—her steps light, her posture elegant, bewitching those male students on either side of the corridor who couldn't help but lower their heads to admire the teacher's sensual legs. Kevin, on the other hand, was left in a daze, knowing full well the enchanting nature of the hidden area beneath Kimberly's skirt—scenes of their intense lovemaking that he could no longer experience after that fateful night. Before he left, Kimberly had made it clear that a romantic relationship between them was impossible, urging him to forget it all quickly.
But how could he forget, especially when Kimberly was his English teacher? During the summer vacation, he could avoid seeing her, but now that school had started and English was a core subject, they would almost meet every day. Just the sight of Kimberly would conjure up images of their steamy encounters, even though Kimberly remained composed. The complexity in Kimberly's gaze towards him was far from that of a teacher looking at a student. Kevin found it challenging to face Kimberly with the mindset of an ordinary student, yet he had to bury this secret deep within himself, unable to share it with anyone, including Albert.
"Alright, let's end the class here for today. It's the first day back after summer, and everyone still needs time to adjust." Kimberly ascended the platform, smiling faintly. "I hope everyone will seize the time to adjust. Listen to some English listening exercises before bed every night, and read aloud in the morning. Practice makes perfect. Keep it up! Dismissed!"
"Goodbye, teacher!" Everyone stood up and bid goodbye, a marked contrast to their demeanor when David was present. The allure of a beautiful female teacher was indeed powerful.
Kimberly glanced at Kevin once more, then left the classroom of Class 57 with her teaching materials. She sighed softly to herself. Ever since that night with Kevin at home, she had been caught in deep self-blame and entanglement. How could she have engaged in relations with a student? And twice in a row—even the second time with her husband, Grant, lying right beside them. The image of herself clinging to Kevin's waist like a wanton woman, feeling his rough, fiery member penetrating her tender flesh, her inner channel hungrily sucking on the glans as the young man thrust vigorously, sending her into fits of ecstasy and desire, with juices flowing incessantly. She couldn't help but blush and her heart raced, scolding herself for her lustful behavior. At nearly thirty years old, how could she be driven to such distraction by a teenage boy?
Yet, her husband had been away in the countryside for some time now, and Kimberly found it hard to sleep alone at night and often drifted into wild thoughts. The vivid scenes of making love with Kevin quickly surfaced in her mind, igniting a fiery heat within her body, eventually leading to satisfying herself by inserting her fingers into her intimate parts. However, fingers could never compare to a man's member, especially not the thick, long, fiery organ of a young boy, a sensation she found hard to forget.
Initially, she resented Kevin for taking advantage of her when she was drunk and defiling her innocence, but after their second encounter, her feelings of resentment faded. In the end, Kevin was still a child, a teenage boy at an age of burgeoning hormones, finding it difficult to control his sexual impulses—especially towards a young female teacher like herself. If she hadn't insisted on having Kevin come to her house for extra lessons, none of this would have happened.
In a different setting, if news spread of a female teacher engaging in sexual activity with a student, it would be considered a serious crime. Moreover, with Kevin having lent considerable support during her husband's absence in the countryside, Kimberly saw that encounter as a gesture of gratitude.
Entering the office building and climbing to the second-floor English research room, Kimberly found only a young teacher named Holly inside, three years her junior, who had joined Sunset Valley High School just last year. Holly was lively in personality. Initially assigned to be her assistant by the head of the research room, Holly was sweet-tongued and vivacious, often showering Kimberly with snacks and small gifts, dragging her out for shopping trips, leading to a rather good relationship between the two.
"Donna, class is over." Holly cheerfully remarked. She was dressed in a black and white checkered skirt, her hair tied in a ponytail, her round face giving her the appearance of a high school senior in the school uniform.
"Finally." Kimberly made her way to her seat, kicking off her sandals and moving her jade foot up and down. While these high-heeled sandals accentuated her posture and grace, prolonged standing took a toll on her arches. Seeing Holly yawn, she chuckled, "Holly, did you not sleep well last night? Still not used to being back after the summer break, I suppose."
"Not at all." Holly stretched lazily, complaining softly, "That guy had me twisted and turned for nearly two hours last night, my back is about to break, and this morning I could hardly get out of bed."
Kimberly's face blushed slightly. The guy in Holly's mouth was her husband, whom she had met during their marriage. Working in the town, he returned home once a week, the two newlyweds still in the honeymoon phase—a time of really getting to know each other intimately. While Kimberly had experienced this phase herself, she naturally understood. However, Holly had a big mouth, recounting the intricate details of their love life concretely. Initially, Kimberly felt a bit embarrassed, but with time, she grew accustomed to it, even envying the passionate relationship between Holly and her husband, a stark contrast to her own...
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