Chapter 1547
Ten minutes later, Kevin hopped into Cynthia's car at the school gate. The car slowly rolled towards the nearby intersection. Even though he had made up his mind, a wave of anxiety washed over him, his palms sweaty and his legs shaking uncontrollably.
'Shit, I really suck at being a bad guy,' Kevin silently scolded himself for being so spineless. He wasn’t even this nervous the first time he slept with Alissa, and she was way scarier than Cynthia. Yet, he had still gone through with it. He couldn't help but admire his own guts back then.
He glanced over at Cynthia, who was driving beside him. She had clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance, her makeup more alluring and seductive. She wore the same black woolen skirt suit, her full thighs wrapped in nude stockings, her cleavage partially exposed, with a pendant hanging around her neck, nestled perfectly in her cleavage, making one's imagination run wild. Perhaps this was exactly the effect Cynthia wanted to achieve. A beautiful, sexy woman always found it easier to get what she wanted, often with just a smile and a few sweet words.
Cynthia noticed Kevin looking at her from the corner of her eye and felt a sense of triumph. After years of working in sales, she could easily persuade even the most difficult clients, let alone a teenage boy. She kept one hand on the steering wheel while casually playing with her hair with the other, revealing her side profile and ear, a seemingly casual gesture that was incredibly seductive.
Kevin was indeed captivated, his eyes fixed on Cynthia's elegant side profile, her delicate earlobe, her smooth, slender neck, and her ample bosom. The mature woman's scent filled the car, making him dizzy with desire. He longed to be intimate with this enchanting woman beside him, to indulge in the pleasures between a man and a woman. His erection quietly strained against his pants, like a ravenous beast ready to pounce.
Cynthia, however, was unaware of the impending danger. After all, the last time she got drunk, Kevin had only dared to lick her feet and hadn't done anything more. She didn't have much guard up against Kevin and even planned to use her body as bait to seduce him.
These teenage boys at most held hands with girls; they definitely hadn’t had sex. At worst, she would let Kevin hug and touch her today. If he really liked it, she wouldn't mind letting him lick her feet. She was accustomed to letting clients take advantage of her in business, and Kevin was certainly more acceptable than those sleazy middle-aged men with big bellies.
She drove to the intersection at the north end of Dawnridge. Just as she was about to pass through, someone on an electric tricycle suddenly rushed out. She quickly hit the brakes, but the front of her car still bumped into the tricycle.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cynthia got out of the car and saw that the front of her car had been scratched by the tricycle. She frowned and said, "Didn't you see the red light?"
"Cynthia, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and didn't notice the light," the man said with a distressed look. In this small town, traffic lights were often just for show, and people usually crossed freely. Accidents were typically resolved privately since everyone knew each other.
"What about my car? It needs to be repaired," Cynthia said, distressed by the long scratches on her car. "This will cost at least two grand to fix."
The man was stunned. He couldn't afford two thousand dollars and began to plead. Cynthia was unmoved and even took out her phone to call the police.
Kevin also got out of the car and saw that the man was Byron, Grace's husband. He stepped forward and said, "Byron, what brings you here?"
"Kevin, the store ran out of materials, so I went to buy some. Then this happened," Byron said with a bitter expression, rubbing his hands and complaining to Kevin. He knew it was useless to tell Kevin since he was just a student and couldn't help with such matters.
Kevin turned to Cynthia and said calmly, "Cynthia, this is my godfather. I'll cover the repair costs."
"Oh, he's your godfather? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Cynthia was taken aback and immediately put on a smile. She turned to Byron and said, "It's fine, it's just a scratch. Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No, I'm fine," Byron said, looking at Cynthia's enthusiastic smile and then back at Kevin. He was astonished. Who would have thought Kevin had such influence? A single sentence from him changed Cynthia's attitude. Was it because of Bethany? But Bethany was just a clothing seller, and Cynthia's husband was a police officer.
"Byron, I'll be heading off now," Kevin said, getting back into the car and waving at Byron with a grin. "Be more careful when driving. Safety first."
Byron nodded instinctively, watching Cynthia drive away. He had always seen Kevin as just a diligent student and felt that Grace was overly fond of him. But now, he suddenly had a bit of respect for Kevin. Cynthia, whom he considered influential, seemed to be trying to please Kevin, which baffled him.
Soon, Cynthia drove to Kevin's house. During the drive, she learned that Kevin was staying at Audrey's place because his mother was away on business in the city.
They got out of the car, and Kevin took out his keys to open the door. Since he hadn't been home for a while, the living room had a strange smell. He quickly opened the windows to air it out and saw a layer of dust on the table, feeling a bit embarrassed. He chose his house because no one would disturb them, but he forgot to clean it beforehand. How could they be intimate in such a place?
Seeing this, Cynthia took the initiative to grab a broom and started cleaning the living room. She also cleaned the table and sofa, working up a sweat. She was really going all out to please Kevin.
"Cynthia, you don't have to do this. I don't live here anyway," Kevin said, feeling a bit guilty seeing Cynthia busy cleaning. His desire for revenge against Cynthia wavered again.
"It's okay. Even if the house is empty, it needs to be cleaned regularly, or it will deteriorate over time," Cynthia said, her face flushed, sweat beading on her forehead. Her ample bosom heaved with each breath, revealing a deep, enticing cleavage. Her eyes brimmed with mature allure, her body voluptuous, and her black-stockinged legs were incredibly tantalizing.
Kevin couldn't help but swallow hard. Cynthia and Evelyn shared various similarities. Both were mothers, one of Albert, the other of Sean, epitomizing the allure of mature, beautiful women. However, their styles differed. Evelyn was petite and gentle. Despite her husband being the County Planning Director, she was more than just a housewife. She was an excellent cook and passionate in bed, truly a captivating mature woman.
Cynthia, on the other hand, had a figure akin to Natalie's, more voluptuous than Vanessa's but somewhat less striking in appearance. She was shrewd and calculating, sometimes a bit arrogant due to Edgar's position at the police department. Yet, compared to true socialites like Daisy, Willow, and Maurice, she seemed somewhat petty, lacking the kindness that Evelyn possessed.
Seeing Kevin staring at her, Cynthia sat on the sofa, crossed one leg over the other, and with a hint of worry in her voice, said, "Kevin, did you find out about Edgar's job? I'm really counting on you. You have to help me think of a way."
Kevin stood in front of the sofa, looking down at Cynthia's ample bosom and black-stockinged legs. His body reacted instinctively, and his mouth felt dry. Cynthia’s allure was irresistible to him. Being intimate with her would be a means to get back at Sean and Edgar, a chance to vent his anger. And since she needed his help, this might be his only opportunity.
"Cynthia, I asked Daisy this afternoon, and she said she wasn't sure. She needs to check first," Kevin said vaguely. "I might not be able to help with this."
Cynthia saw Kevin's evasive eyes and knew he wasn't being truthful. He was likely trying to set conditions. He had refused the gift card she offered at lunch, so either he thought the money was too little, or he had other ideas. Two thousand dollars might not be much for an adult, but for a high school student, it was a significant amount. So, Kevin must be interested in her body but was too shy to say it explicitly.
Cynthia smiled seductively, stretched languidly, and wiggled her black-stockinged leg, her high heel slipping off her foot. She said to Kevin, "Kevin, my feet are a bit sore. I want to take off my shoes and relax. You don't mind, do you?"
Kevin looked at Cynthia's long, slender legs wrapped in sheer black stockings. Her legs were truly mesmerizing, full and smooth, almost as perfect as Kimberly's legs. She was teasing him with her foot, making his desire intensify. He wanted to hold Cynthia's body and play with her alluring feet. He swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "I don't mind."
What a silly question. What man could resist the seductive feet of a mature woman? Kevin wasn't a foot fetishist, but he did have a particular fondness for women's feet. And combined with sexy black stockings, it was pure temptation.
Cynthia leaned back on the sofa, her hands supporting her body. She lifted her foot, and the high heel slipped off, falling to the tiled floor with a soft thud. Her smooth, rounded foot was now fully exposed to Kevin.
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