Chapter 1126 Stockings
Upon receiving the silk stockings, Kimberly's face turned slightly red as she disdainfully remarked, "Since when do students gift stockings to teachers? Have you been giving stockings to other teachers as well?"
"No," Kevin chuckled, "Kimberly, I wasn't sure what to get you. I found silk stockings particularly alluring on you, so I bought them. If you don't like them, I can take them back."
"Never mind, since you've bought them," Kimberly responded, "You are a student now, and your priority is to focus on your studies. Don't spend money on gifts for me in the future. The best gift you could give me is to improve your English grades. Understand?"
"I understand," Kevin nodded. As he gazed at Kimberly's two shapely legs covered in stockings, he couldn't help but suggest, "Kimberly, would you like to try them on to see if they fit?"
Glancing deeply at Kevin, her demeanor alluring, Kimberly picked up the stockings, gracefully excused herself, and slipped into the bedroom. Soon, the sound of clothes being shed whispered from inside. As Kevin stood outside, thoughts of his English teacher's tall, fair, nude figure momentarily brushed his mind. He felt an urge to peek at the tempting sight within the bedroom but managed to resist the impulse.
Although he and Kimberly had surpassed the boundaries of teacher-student relationships and had been intimate several times, their dynamic remained almost unchanged. Reflecting on it, Kimberly was not the seductive type like Vanessa, nor emotionally disconnected like Alissa, whose relationship with her husband had long waned. Their involvement had been a complete accident, stemming from Alissa's foolish actions; had it not been for her husband Grant's missteps, Kevin would never have had a chance with Kimberly.
Grant, a man of striking looks and stature, had ventured to the countryside to work as the head of poverty alleviation. In a few years, he could return with potential promotions, establishing himself as a prominent figure in the city. Kimberly, unless her judgement faltered, would never betray her husband. However, Kevin felt a pang of guilt for sleeping with Grant's wife, hence his benevolent advocacy. Yet, if Grant were to understand the cost of becoming the head of poverty alleviation, he might ponder whether the trade-off was worth it.
Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open, unveiling a tall, breathtaking silhouette—Kimberly. Kevin instinctively rose from the sofa, only to witness his English teacher transformed. She was dressed in a black tailored suit, a white blouse underneath, and a pencil skirt hugging her curves. Black stockings adorned her long, sculpted legs, accentuating her ample hips. Completing the ensemble were black high heels, elevating her stature with a regal poise. Her hair, elegantly tied at the nape, exuded an aura of sophistication, far different from her usual dresses, emanating grace and nobility.
Kevin was awestruck; it was his first sighting of Kimberly in such formal attire. Typically adorned in dresses, this professional outfit seemed to metamorphose her, lending an air of gravitas to her otherwise jovial nature. Kimberly's already statuesque figure appeared even more imposing in high heels—unreachable and untouchable. Kevin, in her presence, felt a tinge of restraint, involuntary swallowin, edging his throat.
"Why the dumbstruck expression?" Kimberly, noticing Kevin's bewilderment, smiled alluringly, a hint of seduction in her demeanor. Once nearing anxiety, witnessing Kevin's dazed state sparked a mischievous impulse within her. Playfully swaying her sensuous black-stockinged legs, she traversed the living room, casting a coquettish glance towards Kevin. With a teasing tone, she asked, "Do I look good in this attire?"
Kevin's gaze wandered, entranced by Kimberly's slender, elegant thighs enveloped in black stockings. The visual spectacle infused a fatal allure, captivating his senses, leaving him dazed and overwhelmed. His bloodstream gravity-fed, converging southward, prompting a sturdy arousal that strained against his undergarments. Stammering, he managed, "You look stunning, absolutely stunning."
Observing Kevin's physical response, Kimberly blushed, gently chiding, "What are you doing?"
"Forgive me, Kimberly, I can't help it." Kevin blushed, attempting to mask the tenting in his pants—a tent defiantly raised by its own accord.
An aura of ambiguity cloaked the living room. Kimberly's heart raced, torn between anticipation and trepidation. Flustered, she redirected, "Ah, Kevin, it's getting late. You should head home."
"Kimberly, I've only been here for less than ten minutes." Kevin glanced at the clock on the wall—it was barely seven o'clock. Somewhat perplexed, he added, "Aren't you supposed to tutor me tonight?"
"Oh, we're not having a session tonight. How about we watch an English movie instead?" Kimberly swiftly grabbed the remote, tuning into Titanic—a film she cherished. During her university days, this movie, watched with dorm mates, had evoked torrents of tears, reminiscing now of their seemingly naive antics.
Dimming the living room lights—a habit replicating the cinematic experience—Kimberly and Kevin settled on the couch, maintaining a discreet gap between them.
Having previously viewed this classic film, Kevin's interests gravitated towards the scene where Jack sketches a nude portrait of Rose. Despite Winslet's portrayal of Rose lacking conventional beauty, her enviable physique kindsled Kevin's fascination. Particularly, the generous proportions of her bosom kindled a potent desire within him.
Suddenly, a waft of alluring fragrance permeated Kevin's senses, unexpectedly pleasant. Turning, he caught sight of Kimberly engrossed in the movie, inhaling deeply the aroma of her youthful sensuality—a fragrance more intoxicating than aphrodisiacs, inducing a deluge of amorous fantasies that clouded his thoughts. Lowering his gaze, he fixated on Kimberly's thighs, adorned in black stockings. Bathed in the television's glow, they teased, tantalizingly veiled. Kimberly, occasionally adjusting her posture, provocatively swayed her black-stockinged legs, silently enticing Kevin.
Consumed by a fervent desire, Kevin's attention wavered from the movie; his eyes raptly traced Kimberly's form, gradually inching closer to her side. Unaware of Kevin's subtle advances, Kimberly remained immersed in the unfolding drama.
As the plot advanced to the segment Kevin eagerly anticipated—Jack sketching Rose enraptured in a blanket—Kevin found himself captivated by the screen, envisioning Jack's mounting tension mirrored in his own throbbing desire.
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