Chapter 1697
Patty's full, creamy breasts were completely exposed, her nipples hard and erect, making the boys' cocks stand at attention.
"Damn, those are some perky tits," the red-haired boy said, his eyes glued to her chest as he swallowed hard. He reached out to grab them, but Patty spat in his face. Enraged, he grabbed her breasts and started to roughly knead them.
"Let go of me, you little punks!" Patty struggled, twisting her body, but in the water, she couldn't gain any leverage. The boys held her down, their hands groping her breasts, butt, thighs, and crotch.
"Don't touch me!" Patty screamed, her voice echoing through the pool area, making the boys' ears ring. But the sight of her naked breasts only fueled their animalistic urges. Seeing the red-haired boy fondling her, the others watched with wide eyes, itching to join in.
"Hold her still, guys. I'll have my fun first, then you can take turns," the red-haired boy instructed, one hand on her breast and the other sliding down her smooth thigh. "Damn, your tits are amazing," he said, leaning in to suck on her nipple.
"You bastards, let me go! Do you know who I am? My husband is Lawrence. You'll regret this!" Patty shouted, trying to use her ex-husband's name to scare them off.
But the boys had never heard of Lawrence and didn't care. They continued to grope her, one even pressing his erection against her butt. They were used to fooling around with the loose girls at their school, but Patty was a whole different level of woman.
The red-haired boy played with her breasts for a while, then couldn't resist reaching for her bikini bottoms. He slipped his fingers inside, grabbing a handful of pubic hair and laughing excitedly. "Damn, you're hairy. Let's see what you've got down there," he said, starting to pull off her bikini.
Patty's face went pale with fear. She kicked her legs wildly, but the boys held her tight. Desperate, she softened her tone and pleaded, "Okay, okay, I give up. Just let me go, and I'll pretend this never happened, alright?"
Teenage delinquents like these were the most dangerous. They had the physical capabilities of adults but didn't face the same legal consequences. If they got carried away, they could do anything.
"You were so cocky earlier. What happened?" the red-haired boy sneered, his fingers pressing against her mons pubis through the bikini. "Your sister's tits are even bigger than yours. Where is she?"
"I can give you money. Five hundred dollars each," Patty offered, biting her lip to endure the sensation in her crotch. "You can buy video games, snacks, whatever you want."
The boys hesitated. They were just looking for fun, not serious about raping her. Five hundred dollars was tempting.
One boy couldn't help but say, "Boss, maybe we should take the money. I want a new game console."
"Pathetic," the red-haired boy scoffed. "You think a few hundred bucks can buy us off? I'm not interested in money. I want to fuck you." He pushed her bikini aside and touched her labia.
Patty moaned involuntarily, her flat stomach trembling as the sensation spread through her body. She kicked her legs, but the boys held her tight. "Stop it, let me go, please!"
"She's wet," the red-haired boy said, pulling his fingers out and showing them off proudly. Making a mature woman excited was a badge of honor for him.
The boys, hearing Patty's moans, felt their cocks swell. What started as a game was turning into something more dangerous.
"Hold her down," the red-haired boy, Kevin, ordered, pulling off her bikini. Patty was now completely naked, her thighs and pubic area fully exposed.
"Damn, that's a pussy," one boy said, staring at her hairy vagina, his breath catching.
"Today's our lucky day," Kevin said, eyeing her mons pubis. "I'll go first, then you guys can take turns. We'll share the fun."
"Yeah, let's do it," the boys agreed, eager to join in.
Suddenly, a loud shout echoed through the pool area.
"What are you doing?" A man's voice called out, and someone approached with a flashlight, the beam cutting through the darkness.
Finally, someone had come. Patty screamed for help. The boys panicked and let her go, scattering in all directions. The red-haired boy was the first to disappear.
The man reached the pool. It was Blake, the security chief she had met earlier. Seeing Patty naked, he quickly turned away. "Ma'am, do you need help?"
"Yes, please get me something to wear. My swimsuit is ruined," Patty said, covering her chest.
"Wait here," Blake said, hurrying off. He returned with a bathrobe, placing it by the pool and turning away again.
Patty climbed out and put on the robe, grateful. "Thank you."
"Should we call the police?" Blake asked, hesitating. He had seen the incident on the security cameras and rushed over. Reporting it could damage the hotel's reputation, but he felt a duty to do the right thing.
"No, it's fine. They didn't hurt me," Patty decided. The boys were just teenagers, and Blake had arrived in time. Even if the police caught them, it would only cause a scandal without much consequence.
Blake sighed in relief. If Patty had insisted on pressing charges, he would have been in trouble. He bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, ma'am. This was my fault. I'll take full responsibility."
Patty looked at Blake, noticing his tall, muscular frame and handsome face. She smiled. "You can make it up to me. Give me your phone number, and I'll call you."
Blake didn't hesitate, giving her his number. "Ma'am, whatever you need, I'll make sure you're satisfied."
"Alright, I'll call you," Patty said, smiling as she walked away. She felt that tonight's incident wasn't all bad. She was intrigued by Blake and wanted to know more about him, though it was just a spark of interest, not yet romantic.
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