Chapter 1114 Stockings
Seeing his hesitation, the woman enthusiastically recommended, "Young man, these stockings are of excellent quality. They are light, breathable, and feel as if you’re wearing nothing. They’re incredibly comfortable to the touch. In fact, I’m wearing a pair right now. Take a look at the effect." She stepped out from behind the counter, extending a shapely, plump leg encased in black stockings. Under the light, the stockings shimmered seductively, accentuating her curvaceous form. Her toes, painted a vibrant red, completed the enticing ensemble, which made Kevin's heart race.
"Do you like what you see, young man?" she teased, noticing Kevin’s entranced gaze fixed on her leg. Feeling a surge of vanity, she was pleased that her form could still captivate a young, virile man. Wanting to secure the sale, she stepped closer and offered in a low voice, "Would you like to touch? If you really intend to buy, I’ll let you feel them. Haven’t you ever touched a woman’s thigh before? It’s incredibly smooth."
Kevin chuckled inwardly, thinking she had misjudged him for some inexperienced boy. However, the woman did have an allure, and her nylon-clad leg looked inviting. Feigning timidity, he replied, "Are you serious? Can I really touch it? You’re not joking, right?"
"Of course," she giggled, amused by his act, and wiggled her leg. "Go ahead and feel."
Kevin placed his hand on her firm leg, caressing the smooth stockings. The warm, silky texture was immensely satisfying, sending a thrill through his nerves. He couldn’t resist moving his hand upward toward her thigh’s apex.
But she quickly pulled back, laughing softly, "Now, now, young man, you can’t go any higher. So, are you buying the stockings or not?"
He grinned, "Of course, I’ll take five pairs of these."
"Five pairs?" she was momentarily surprised, then understood. He probably wasn’t buying these for the teachers—these might be for his girlfriend. Judging by his age, he must be in high school already. Kids these days mature so quickly; it wouldn’t be surprising if they were already getting intimate.
At $60 per pair, five pairs amounted to $300, quite a sum. The shopkeeper beamed, throwing in a box of ultra-thin textured condoms, smiling, "Come back any time, young man. I’ll give you the best prices."
Leaving the shop with his purchases, Kevin reflected on his good sense in not buying lingerie. These few pairs of stockings cost $300; lingerie would have been even more expensive—about $500 or $600 per set. It was just Teacher’s Day, not Valentine’s Day; no need to go overboard.
Back home, he quickly washed up and got into bed, but thoughts of his complicated relationship with his cousin kept him awake. He wanted to talk but couldn’t discuss the situation with anyone else. Finally, he decided to message Alissa, asking when she would be back.
Alissa promptly called, "Kevin, why are you still awake?"
"Sister, it’s Teacher’s Day tomorrow. Just wanted to wish you a happy holiday," Kevin said cheerfully, "and hope you stay young and beautiful."
"Such a sweet talker," Alissa chuckled, evidently in a good mood. "My training will be over in a few days."
"Really? That’s great," Kevin perked up. He hadn’t seen Alissa for two months and deeply missed his voluptuous homeroom teacher. In his heart, she was second only to Audrey. "Sister, I’ve missed you so much; I can’t sleep at night thinking about you."
"Sure, as if you’d miss me when your cousin is by your side," Alissa teased playfully. "By the way, how are things between you and your cousin now? Have you two done it yet? Every time I ask her, she avoids the question."
"We have," Kevin admitted honestly. He saw no reason to hide it from Alissa, the only person at Sunset Valley High School aware of his intimate relationship with Audrey.
"Thank heavens, you finally did it," Alissa sighed. "It wasn’t easy for your cousin; you should be satisfied now, right? Don’t quarrel with her anymore; cherish her—she’s not like me. Stepping into this relationship was a big deal for her. You must be good to her."
"I know, Sister," Kevin replied earnestly, always obedient to Alissa. Apart from his mother, only Alissa cared for him wholeheartedly. His cousin was also kind but couldn’t compare with Alissa’s tender and forgiving nature. Perhaps that’s the difference between a mature woman and a younger one, he thought.
"Alright, it’s late. Time to hang up."
"Sister, give me a kiss," Kevin teased with a grin.
"You little rascal," Alissa laughed, but obliged with a kiss over the phone. "Happy now?"
"Sister, I want to touch your big breasts," Kevin said, his mind filled with thoughts of Alissa’s ample, sensual figure. He grew excited, his erection swelling, "I’m already hard."
"You’re so naughty. If you’re hard, go to your cousin. Her breasts are bigger than mine; you must enjoy touching them."
"No, Sister, my cousin has become very strict. She doesn’t let me touch her at all, saying we must wait until after midterms," Kevin explained, exasperated.
"Really?" Alissa laughed softly. "That’s good; it keeps your mind off all these lewd thoughts. While I’m away, you must listen to Mrs. Johnson. Calling me won’t help."
"Sister, I’m really hard. I want to slide into your little tight hole and pound you hard," Kevin said, slipping his hand into his underwear to stroke himself.
Alissa didn’t respond, but the sound of her heavy breathing on the phone indicated she was getting aroused by Kevin’s words.
"Sister, is your pussy wet? Is it itching? Let me thrust my big cock into your tight hole and fuck you good."
"It’s so itchy," Alissa, now in her lonely dormitory, leaned weakly against the bed, her ample breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her stiff nipples rubbed against her bra as she pressed her fingers against her plump vulva, waves of pleasure running through her body. Her thick, pale legs squeezed together tightly, rubbing against each other, her toes curling with desire.
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