Chapter 1730
Next door, the racket from the room beside them grew louder, the muffled sounds of bodies colliding catching Maurice's attention. She couldn't help but wonder about the couple next door getting it on. Were they going at it doggy-style, with the woman bent over and the man coming from behind, or were they facing each other? It was anyone's guess.
Maurice furrowed her brow, silently speculating about the people next door. They weren't a married couple. Who in their right mind would choose this place for a rendezvous? Getting caught would be mortifying. Maurice and Armando always kept their private moments at home. They wouldn't even think of fooling around in a public place like the county government guesthouse. To her, such intimate matters should stay behind closed doors, let alone acting on them, as it was distasteful.
But times had changed, and her traditional beliefs were becoming rare, held onto only by a few old-timers. Maybe it was an illicit affair between two individuals. But did they have to pick a department store's changing room for that? They could easily find a cheap motel for a quick fix. Were they just seeking some excitement?
The noise next door escalated, seeming to reach a peak. Maurice nervously bit her lip, her ears burning with embarrassment. The sounds of the couple's passion invaded her thoughts, stirring up a restless sensation within her. A wave of desire surged through her, causing her thighs to clench involuntarily. The ache in her core was unbearable.
Unable to resist any longer, Maurice's hand slid down her stomach to her lower body. She felt the dampness between her legs, the wetness seeping through, moistening her inner thighs. With trembling fingers, she pushed aside her underwear and pressed against her swollen labia, trying to ease the intense itch. But her touch couldn't quench the longing inside her. She even found herself envious of the woman next door. Maurice couldn't recall the last time she and her husband had been intimate. And even if they had, Armando's current health condition couldn't fulfill her needs.
Maurice bit her lip, slowly sliding her index finger into her wetness, stirring the flesh within. Her shapely thighs trembled, her full buttocks swaying gently. A fiery desire blazed in her eyes. If a man were to burst in and take her right then, she wouldn't object.
But as the esteemed wife of the County Executive, Maurice knew no man would dare to cross any lines with her. Even the top officials would bow and scrape before her, all smiles and no ulterior motives. And even if she had a mind to tempt someone, no one would risk angering the County Executive by betraying him.
Suddenly, Kevin's bold image flashed through Maurice's thoughts. She recalled the time he had given her a massage at home, daringly slipping his manhood into the crease of her buttocks and climaxing. A rush of heat surged through her. Only the daring Kevin would have the audacity to pull off such a move.
She shut her eyes, picturing herself back at home, lounging on the couch, pretending to sleep, as Kevin stealthily undressed her and thrust his heated member into the crease of her buttocks, moving back and forth. Her fingers quickened their pace, bringing her swiftly to climax. Her buttocks quivered, and her arousal flowed, wetting her fingers instantly.
Kevin and Willow emerged from the changing room, waiting a beat before Maurice joined them, donning her wool coat. Yet her demeanor seemed off, avoiding Kevin's gaze.
The trio strolled through a few more stores before noon and settled on having lunch at a third-floor restaurant. Willow ordered vegetable salads and American coffee for herself and Maurice, aware of Kevin's hearty appetite, so she selected a black pepper steak, cheesy mashed potatoes, and meat sauce spaghetti for him.
Maurice observed Kevin devouring his meal, teasingly commenting, "Are high schoolers these days all bottomless pits like you? You've put away more in this meal than I do in a week."
Willow shot Kevin a playful look. "Ivan can't match Kevin's appetite. Slow down a bit, don't choke. Here, take a sip."
Watching Willow dote on Kevin, Maurice felt a pang of jealousy, as if her territory had been invaded. But why was she feeling this way? Recalling her fantasies about Kevin climaxing in the changing room, she scolded herself for her lewd and shameless thoughts. How could she entertain such ideas? Yet her body responded involuntarily, her desire tingling within her, as if her lust hadn't been fully satisfied.
After they finished their meal, Willow signaled for the check. Maurice didn't object. She understood Willow's efforts to please her for the sake of her husband, Devon, who was Armando's right-hand man at work. Maurice kept her distance from work matters and Willow, not one to make hasty commitments.
Willow had initially planned to treat Maurice to a full-body spa at a beauty salon, but when Maurice mentioned feeling tired and wanting to head home to rest, Willow didn't push it.
"Kevin, where are you off to?" Maurice asked casually. "It's been a minute since you swung by my place."
Listening to Maurice's tone, Kevin sensed a shift. He caught a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes. Without missing a beat, he offered, "Maurice, let me give you a ride home. I need to chat with Fiona about some student council stuff."
"Sure, Fiona should be around," Maurice smiled faintly, then turned to Willow. "Willow, you go on with your plans. It's been a long morning shopping with me. Swing by my place whenever you're free."
"Maurice, no need to be so formal. I'd love to drop by," Willow was pleasantly surprised. It was the first time Maurice had extended an invitation, and it seemed to be because of Kevin.
If Ivan had Kevin's skills, she wouldn't have to go to such lengths to catch his eye. But her son was a letdown, always hanging around that nanny, Claire. It irked her to see them together. How could Ivan impress Maurice? Maybe Kevin would end up as the County Executive's son-in-law someday.
Willow planned to drive Maurice and Kevin back to the neighborhood, but Maurice declined. Instead, she and Kevin walked home. Since her health scare and the doctor's advice to exercise more, Maurice preferred walking wherever she went.
"Kevin, any winter break plans?" After Willow drove off, Maurice inquired with a grin.
"Oh, still figuring it out," Kevin scratched his head. "Probably start with tackling my holiday assignments at home."
"Fiona mentioned you aced your grade this time," Maurice noted. "You grind hard during school days, but on break, remember to unwind a bit. Find that work-play balance, don't burn out."
"Yeah, got it," Kevin nodded. "I also hoop and jog in my downtime."
As they chatted leisurely, they reached the neighborhood. Fiona and Armando were out, which secretly pleased Maurice, though she kept a slight furrow in her brow. "Kevin, Fiona's not in. Should I give her a ring?"
"Nah, no rush. Nothing pressing," Kevin waved it off. His mention of needing to see Fiona was just for Willow's benefit. Willow was sharp, and he didn't want any misunderstandings."You relax, I'll go change," Maurice poured Kevin a glass of water before heading to the bedroom to freshen up.
It had been a minute since Kevin had been at Maurice's place, so he took a curious look around. Everything seemed the same, except for a few more plants on the balcony.
After a while, the bedroom door creaked open, and Maurice stepped out in a black nightgown, her curves swaying as she moved. Her ample chest bounced in the nightgown, leaving Kevin feeling thirsty and heated. His body reacted instantly. Maurice's bra size might match Daisy's, but her status and allure as the County Executive's wife made her even more captivating.
Sitting next to Kevin, Maurice's chest continued to sway in the nightgown, her legs full and shapely. Kevin recalled their time at Celestial Haven, where Maurice had let him touch her full buttocks while she lay naked on the massage bed. His desire intensified. He crossed his legs, trying to control his arousal. Despite engaging in small talk with Maurice, his eyes kept drifting to her ample breasts. He wondered if she'd be upset if he accidentally brushed against them.
Maurice had noticed Kevin's sly glances at her chest but felt no revulsion. Instead, she felt a flicker of pleasure. Adjusting her posture subconsciously, her full breasts stood out more, radiating the allure of a mature woman. Their conversation soon waned. Glancing at the clock, Maurice feigned annoyance. "Fiona's off gallivanting again. Always out and about, especially during breaks. Her dad's the same, forever in meetings. It's dull being home alone."
"Maybe hit the park for some fresh air. It's bustling with folks," Kevin suggested.
"I'm not a fan of crowds. I prefer peace and quiet," Maurice shook her head. "Too many people make me uneasy. But being home alone is tedious. It'd be nice if you dropped by more often to keep me company."
"Sure thing, whenever I can, I'll swing by," Kevin replied casually, musing that this was probably the norm for these high society ladies. Always surrounded by people trying to please them. But when left alone, they felt uneasy.
"Now that you're on break, you've got time," Maurice smiled coyly, unabashedly adding, "Starting tomorrow, come over daily to chat with me, alright?"
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