Chapter 1489
The man spotted a taxi parked by the curb, and with a firm grip around the woman, he guided her toward the cab, his hand wandering over her slender, willow-like waist as he felt a surge of excitement. He was already as hard as a rock, and in just a few minutes, he would be able to indulge in this mature woman's body to his heart's content.
The pair brushed past Kevin, who couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. The woman's legs were incredibly tempting—long, straight, round, and firm—even more alluring in stockings. He sighed, wondering why Audrey didn't like wearing stockings, oblivious to the fact that men found them irresistible. Alissa wore stockings, but her legs were too bulky, making her look even more awkward. He preferred big legs—they were more appealing to him.
"Kevin! Help me!" Suddenly, the woman reached out to Kevin, slurring her words.
Kevin was taken aback and, upon closer inspection, was shocked to see that the woman was Kimberly. What was she doing at a bar so late? Seeing the man about to take Kimberly away, he quickly stepped forward to intervene and sternly said, "What are you doing? Let her go."
"Get lost, kid. Mind your own business," the man said dismissively, eyeing Kevin’s youthful face and the backpack slung over his shoulder. "Go home and do your homework before your mom spanks you, haha."
Kevin remained steadfast, blocking the man's path and glaring at him. "She's my teacher. Where are you taking her?"
"Oh, we're friends. Your teacher had a little too much to drink, so I'm taking her home," the man replied, now more excited by the prospect that she was a teacher. The thrill of playing with a respectable, married woman was far more exhilarating than with a common prostitute.
"If you're friends, then what's my teacher's name? Where does she live?" Kevin demanded, not buying his story and pressing for more details.
The man didn't know Kimberly and couldn’t answer the questions. He became angry and shouted, "Fuck, who do you think you are, a cop? Mind your own business or I'll kick your ass. Get lost."
Seeing the man's flustered look, Kevin was certain he was lying. He stepped forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and applied a little pressure, causing the man to let go in pain. Kevin pulled Kimberly into his arms and coldly said, "Get lost, or I'll call the cops, and you'll end up in jail."
The man saw Kimberly being rescued and was both furious and anxious. But he noticed Kevin's tall and strong build and didn’t dare alert the police, so he could only watch as Kevin took Kimberly into the taxi and drove away. Frustrated, he angrily kicked a nearby trash can.
Kevin sat in the back seat of the taxi, looking at the drunken Kimberly beside him. Her beautiful face was flushed, her eyes dazed, and she kept mumbling softly, seemingly full of worries. He thought to himself that Kimberly had seemed emotionally unstable recently, not as cheerful as before in class. He wondered if she had another argument with her husband Grant, but Grant had gone to West Stream Town. Well, he was just an outsider and had no right to interfere.
Suddenly, Kimberly's soft body slumped against Kevin's shoulder. He turned his head and saw her cleavage peeking from her top, and her stocking-clad legs gently brushing against his thigh, the sensual touch making his heart race and his desire intensify.
He had always had a special feeling for this captivating teacher. Among the female teachers at Sunset Valley High School, Kimberly always kept a low profile and was different—not as dazzling as Audrey and Vanessa. Only by getting close to her could one feel Kimberly's unique charm.
Alissa appeared strict but was caring towards her students, Audrey was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and Vanessa was wild and unrestrained.
Kimberly, on the other hand, was gentle on the outside but very lonely inside. She rarely interacted with students after work, keeping her work and personal life separate. If it weren't for Alissa asking Kimberly to tutor Kevin during the summer, their relationship would have remained strictly professional.
Kimberly's demeanor afterward was also different from Alissa, Audrey, and Vanessa. Despite Kevin giving her multiple orgasms and unprecedented pleasure, her mind was still on her husband Grant. She wanted to maintain her marriage and was unwilling to continue a physical relationship with Kevin, always trying to keep her distance.
Kevin used to think that as long as he had sex with a woman, she would be devoted to him. But reality gave him a harsh wake-up call. Vanessa was ambitious and saw him as a stepping stone for her career, Audrey was always cautious and wary, and Kimberly kept her distance. Only Alissa indulged him, fulfilling nearly all his demands, but she would never make him the center of her life since she had a husband and son.
Life wasn't a novel where having a big cock solved everything. Most married women wouldn't abandon their families just to be with Kevin because of his size. After all, Kevin was just a high school student who couldn't even support himself, let alone a woman.
Among all the women, only Natalie could be considered solely his, but she was already a CEO, a significant figure in the small town, far surpassing Kevin in status. Their relationship was unequal, and Kevin, though unwilling to admit it, was just a kept man, unlike the invincible male protagonists in novels with countless women throwing themselves at them.
"So cold," Kimberly muttered, curling up, seeking warmth, her eyelashes fluttering, looking utterly vulnerable. Kevin couldn't resist holding her warm, slender body in his arms, inhaling her faint fragrance, his heart racing and blood boiling.
After many days, they had physical contact again. He knew he desired to make love to Kimberly. He looked down at her ample breasts, recalling their last encounter at her home, where she lay naked on the bed, shyly spreading her legs, revealing her inviting entrance, allowing him to thrust his erect self into her, amidst a flow of her arousal, her moaning echoing her pleasure. The mix of restraint and indulgence, purity and lust, was incredibly captivating.
Regrettably, Kevin had only been with Kimberly three times, and then the opportunities ceased. At school, their interactions were strictly professional, maintaining a normal teacher-student dynamic without delving into personal matters. He could only bury his feelings deep inside, not daring to disrupt her life.
Soon, the taxi arrived at the entrance of an upscale residential area. Kevin helped Kimberly out of the car. She was still groggy, so he carried her heavy body upstairs, his hands grasping her smooth, stocking-clad legs, feeling her breasts pressing against his back, making his desire rapidly intensify.
By the time Kevin carried Kimberly upstairs, he was sweating. He took the keys from her bag, unlocked the door, and struggled to lay her on the sofa, finally breathing a sigh of relief. Carrying a drunk body, whether man or woman, was no easy task. Kevin was strong, but if it had been the small-framed Albert, he would have been crushed. He couldn't help but wonder what positions Albert used when making love to Dean of Students Elodie.
Kevin went to the bathroom to wash his face, then returned to the living room. Kimberly lay sprawled on the sofa, her ample chest rising and falling with each breath, her long, alluring legs slightly curled. Her high heels had been kicked off, revealing her round, slender feet and perfectly straight calves. Her thighs were full and proportionate—the most enchanting legs he had ever seen.
He couldn't help but walk to the sofa and softly call Kimberly, but she was deeply asleep, her eyelashes fluttering, her face flushed, her nose high, her lips full and red, slightly parted to reveal neat white teeth. Her thin top stretched tight over her round breasts, and her skirt had ridden up to reveal part of her plump buttocks. The mature charm of her body made him hot and restless, his cock growing harder.
Kimberly was the most beautiful teacher in stockings he had ever seen. Her long legs were more perfect and sexy than those of international models, especially in stockings, which highlighted her alluring curves, full and smooth without any flaws. Grace's long legs were sexy too, but they were a bit too thick, lacking some softness. Kimberly's legs were just the right thickness, visually and tactilely stunning. If she entered an international leg contest, she would surely win.
At school, the boys in the class loved looking at Kimberly's stocking-clad legs, and Kevin was no exception. Especially when Kimberly sat at the podium, crossing her legs elegantly and shaking her high heels—it was enough to drive anyone crazy.
And now, these tempting stocking-clad legs were right in front of him, not only to admire but to do more. Kevin's eyes swept over Kimberly's long legs, and he swallowed hard, instinctively reaching out to touch her thigh. His fingers quickly felt the smooth stockings, feeling her full thigh through them, his cock itching for intimate contact with Kimberly.
Suddenly, Kimberly's body moved, her legs curling up as if resisting Kevin's touch. He was startled and withdrew his hand.
Just yesterday, he had been beaten by Edgar for touching Cynthia's foot and had sworn never to harass other women again. How could he forget so quickly? Kimberly had a husband, and Grant had a bad temper. If he found out about their relationship, Kevin might get beaten again. Why bring trouble upon himself?
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