Chapter 1548
Cynthia's feet were perfect, neither too big nor too small, each toe elegantly shaped like ivory, alluring and tempting. Encased in sheer stockings as delicate as cicada wings, they looked almost good enough to eat, making you want to kiss and caress them.
"Oh god, my ankle numb," Cynthia winced as she twisted her ankle slightly, furrowing her brow. Leaning forward with her legs outstretched, her foot arched and toes flexed. She took meticulous care of her feet, keeping her toenails trimmed and painted with purple polish, like sparkling amethyst gems.
Kevin couldn't take his eyes off Cynthia's feet in their silken black stockings. While most guys focus on a woman's chest, butt, and legs, Kevin found a woman's feet the most fascinating. After being with many women, he'd learned to appreciate the finer details. Faces, breasts, and butts were too basic, overdone. The subtleties—like a woman's scent, delicate feet, voice, gaze, attitude, and behavior—were more captivating, things that ordinary women wouldn't pay attention to.
Women like Daisy and Willow, who had been in showbiz for a long time, possessed a special charm and grace that regular women didn't have. They didn't need to show off their bodies; a glance or gesture could ignite a man's imagination. That was the true art of seduction. True beauty lay in one's essence, not just appearance. As women aged, they became more captivating, like goddesses to be admired rather than disrespected.
Vanessa and Natalie, on the other hand, relied more on voice and posture, lacking depth but exuding a certain charm that could enchant men.
Women like Cynthia viewed their bodies as tools to conquer men. They dressed and groomed themselves to lower men's defenses and achieve their goals. Despite being in her forties, Cynthia had skin as flawless as a teenager's, perky and full breasts, a slim waist, and unbelievably soft feet, without a callus to be found. She was like a masterpiece.
Audrey, despite her natural beauty and impressive figure, lacked the allure of Daisy and Willow, the seductiveness of Natalie and Vanessa, and the grooming finesse of Cynthia. Though she stood out, she couldn’t completely overshadow their appeal. Each woman had her own unique qualities; even sisters like Evelyn and Patty had very different personalities and temperaments.
Cynthia playfully squeezed her toes and the arches of her feet, her legs looking enticing in sheer stockings, with curves that drew attention. Her toes were as delicate as seashells. Bending down, her already low-cut top revealed more, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her full, rosy breasts pressed together, making Kevin's heart race. His excitement grew, so he quickly shifted to a corner of the couch to hide his physical reaction. After all, Kevin was just a sixteen-year-old boy; he didn't want to show his dick in front of a woman.
Kevin found himself unexpectedly turned on!
Cynthia had been watching Kevin closely. Noticing the bulge in Kevin's pants, she felt a mix of pride and shame. She was proud to have discovered his weakness but ashamed that, as a woman in her forties, she had to resort to such tactics with a young boy.
But she felt she had no other choice. If Edgar got transferred to a rural police station, they wouldn't see each other daily, and Cynthia's small business would suffer. Many customers bought products out of respect for her husband's position. If Edgar left the bureau, who would care about a rural police chief? She had to do everything she could to keep Edgar at the Public Security Bureau, and Kevin was her only hope.
Feigning fatigue, Cynthia propped one soft thigh on the couch and turned toward Kevin, continuing to massage her leg with her hand, her toes almost brushing against him.
Kevin felt on edge, and through the gap between Cynthia’s thighs, he caught a glimpse of her lace panties, revealing a prominent mound. His heart raced, his dick threatened to burst through his pants, and his mind was filled with wild and daring thoughts, yet he hesitated to act.
He wasn't a coward; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been involved with so many women. But he had reservations now. Cynthia’s husband, Edgar, was violent and had previously attacked him just for kissing Cynthia’s feet. If he truly betrayed Edgar, it might end in serious trouble. Women like Cynthia, Vanessa, and Natalie were cunning and sharp, unlike Evelyn, Grace, and Daisy, who were more straightforward in seeking physical pleasure. The former group was strategic and calculating, not easily won over, and who knew what demands they might make in the end.
With Daisy in the mix, Cynthia didn't want to push herself too hard. Kevin’s concerns might have been exaggerated, but he wasn’t the same clueless boy around women anymore. He was now weighing his options. Cynthia fell into the category of “too good to pass up, but too troublesome to get involved with.” It was best to play it safe.
Watching Kevin squirm and scratch his head like a monkey eyeing a banana, Cynthia couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. She deliberately brushed her toe against the outer side of Kevin’s thigh, teasing him.
Kevin couldn’t handle it any longer. The subtle touches were driving him insane. His thigh felt like it was on fire, making him restless and unable to focus. He stole glances at Cynthia’s enticing legs in sheer stockings, yearning to dive in, part those captivating black silk-clad thighs, and have a wild time with her.
But he was still undecided. He hesitated, unable to make a move. Faces of Audrey, Albert, Sean, and Edgar flashed through his mind, adding to his uncertainty.
Meanwhile, Cynthia yawned casually and said, "Kevin, I'm a bit tired. I'll take a nap on the couch." She stretched out on the armrest, placing her other leg on the couch and curling up as she slowly closed her eyes.
The living room grew quiet, only the sound of Kevin's racing heart filling the air. The room darkened as night approached. Kevin stared at Cynthia's mature body sprawled on the couch, admiring her graceful waist, her full and slightly lifted buttocks, and her two sexy legs wrapped in black stockings, with her hidden desire nestled between her thighs—a sight that could drive any man wild.
What should he do?
Kevin licked his dry lips, observing Cynthia lying still, seemingly asleep. He remembered Cynthia's behavior in the hotel room when she was drunk. She really treated him like a kid, trusting him so much. If it were the end of the school term, he would have made a move long ago. Besides, they were at his place today; Edgar couldn't just show up.
Unable to resist any longer, Kevin felt his desire throb painfully. He unzipped his pants, freed his longing, and started stroking it slowly. His eyes fixed on Cynthia's slender legs on the couch, his breath quickening, but he was cautious not to wake her and had to control his excitement.
Unbeknownst to Kevin, Cynthia was wide awake. She knew Kevin had a thing for her feet but didn't want to embarrass him, so she pretended to be asleep. However, after waiting for a while without sensing any movement from Kevin, she found it odd. Quietly opening her eyes, she caught Kevin standing in front of the couch, vigorously stroking himself.
Kevin was caught in the act!
Cynthia almost gasped but quickly shut her eyes, her heart racing. Yet, the image of Kevin’s impressive size she had glimpsed earlier left her somewhat stunned. Kevin was well-endowed, possibly even larger than Edgar. She pondered how it might feel if he were to enter her.
As the thought crossed her mind, a subtle tingling sensation stirred in her core. Her legs instinctively rubbed together, a hint of concern creeping in. If Kevin preferred self-pleasure over her, was he still holding a grudge from their last encounter? It seemed that if she couldn’t satisfy Kevin, he wouldn’t let Edgar off the hook. She needed to act swiftly.
With resolve, Cynthia bit her lip, opened her eyes, and feigned surprise, saying, “Kevin, what are you…”
“Ah!” Kevin was taken aback by Cynthia’s sudden awakening. He hurriedly tucked himself back in, stumbling over his words, “Cynthia, I didn’t mean to, I was just…”
Observing Kevin’s struggle to explain, Cynthia chuckled, her bosom quivering, crossing her legs and asking, “Alright, no need to explain, Kevin. Do you have a thing for my feet?”
“This…” Kevin blushed, feeling even more embarrassed, instinctively shaking his head, “No.”
“Really?” Cynthia smiled alluringly, swaying her enticing black silk-clad feet, sighing, “I was actually considering letting you indulge if you were interested. But if not, forget it. It’s getting late, and I should head home.” With that, she made a move as if to leave.
“Cynthia.” Kevin panicked, quickly adding, “I do like them.”
After all, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy. When it came to cunning, he was no match for Cynthia. One of her tactics had completely thrown him off balance.
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