Chapter 1787
Cynthia finished sending a text message, got up to wash her face in the bathroom, and then carefully reapplied her makeup. She walked into the bedroom, glanced at her husband sleeping soundly in bed, took off her nightgown and underwear, revealing her voluptuous body. She picked out a set of black lace lingerie from the wardrobe.
The half-cup design of the bra accentuated her full and firm C-cup breasts, creating a deep cleavage. She wore a matching black lace thong that barely covered her lush mons pubis and curly pubic hair.
Twisting her body in front of the mirror, she admired her round buttocks and slender legs in the lingerie. Despite being in her forties, her figure was quite rare. "Today, let Albert have a little treat," Cynthia thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile. She put on a pair of nude stockings, completing her look. Though lacking the vigor of youth, she exuded a mature charm. She dressed in a blouse that accentuated her ample bosom, neatly pinned her hair back, then smiled lightly at Edgar before leaving the room.
As she stepped out of the apartment building, the cold wind sobered Cynthia up. She questioned her motives - was she seeking revenge on her husband or trying to spite Kevin? It didn't make sense to have intimate relations with a boy she felt nothing for. If she were to indulge, it would only be with Kevin.
However, she had already agreed to meet Albert. Changing her mind now seemed insincere. After some hesitation, Cynthia decided to meet Albert, make an excuse to leave, as she had only agreed to have dinner with him, nothing more.
Walking out of the complex, ready to hail a cab to the restaurant, she spotted a familiar figure running across the street - Kevin.
"Cynthia, where are you headed?" Kevin asked, panting.
"Just going out for some fresh air," Cynthia huffed, still annoyed by Kevin's earlier insistence on leaving. "Why are you back?"
"Seems like you're not in a good mood. Let me accompany you," Kevin suggested. He had turned back halfway, worried that Cynthia might be in a bad state of mind.
"No need. You were in a hurry to go home, right? Why bother with me?" Cynthia retorted, walking ahead in her high heels. Despite feeling a bit pleased that Kevin cared, she also valued her dignity. She couldn't just fawn over him the moment he returned; that would make her seem low.
Kevin caught up, having experience in dealing with women from past arguments with Audrey. Women often said one thing but meant another. If Cynthia were truly upset, she wouldn't say much. So, he followed Cynthia quietly, admiring her swaying figure under the coat.
After walking a few yards, Cynthia, not hearing any movement behind her, wondered if Kevin had left. She turned around to find him still following, his eyes fixed on her rear. Annoyed, she warned, "Why are you still following me? If the patrol car mistakes you for the midnight pervert, I won't help you." The case of the midnight pervert had caused a stir, and with no arrest made yet, the Harmony County police were conducting special patrols to deter criminals.
"I'm not a bad guy," Kevin protested innocently. He had helped the detective team catch a few criminals before. He might not be a hero, but he was a law-abiding citizen.
"I see bad in you everywhere," Cynthia chuckled, regaining her smile. Slowing down, she said, "Fine, walk with me."
Kevin walked up beside Cynthia, and they strolled shoulder to shoulder. The streets were decorated with festive lights on trees and storefronts, celebrating the upcoming New Year. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, Cynthia felt no joy. The text message she saw on Edgar's phone left her confused. Should she confess to her husband? They had been married for almost twenty years, and their son was about to start college. Divorce seemed unwarranted over a text message. Besides, her parents adored Edgar, boasting about their son-in-law who worked at the county public security bureau. If she divorced Edgar, her parents would not support her decision.
But enduring it was also difficult for Cynthia. She glanced at Kevin beside her, torn inside. Should she seek revenge on her husband in this way?
Kevin, feeling uneasy under Cynthia's gaze, wondered if she was distressed. Running out of the house in the middle of the night, was she contemplating something drastic? Seeing Cynthia continue walking, he tentatively suggested, "Cynthia, how about we find a place to sit for a while?"
"Fine," Cynthia felt a bit tired and glanced at a nearby hotel. Coincidentally, it was the same hotel she and Kevin had gone to after their barbecue and drinks last time. Thinking Kevin was hinting at something, she gave him a look and said, "If you want to get a room, just say it straight. No need to beat around the bush."
"Oh, Cynthia, that's not what I meant," Kevin realized Cynthia misunderstood upon seeing the hotel. He quickly waved his hands, explaining, "I meant it's too cold outside, let's find a place to warm up."
"Alright, no need to explain." Cynthia walked straight to the hotel entrance. "You go to the front desk and get a room, you did it last time anyway."
Kevin didn't expect Cynthia to book a room and hesitated.
It would be a lie to say he didn't want to make love with Cynthia. They had already engaged in oral sex and breast play before, so it would be a shame to back out now. However, his mindset had changed since returning from Skyview City. Besides Cynthia, he hadn't pursued any other women, even distancing himself from past flings. He focused on his studies, realizing that as a student, his priority was academic performance, not sexual prowess.
"Go on," Cynthia's challenge made Kevin hesitate, but seeing her provoking expression, combined with the lingering effects of alcohol, he bit the bullet and booked a room at the hotel, flaunting the key in front of Cynthia with a defiant look.
As they reached the second floor, they found themselves in the same room as last time. Cynthia couldn't help but think it was fate. She couldn't escape being violated by Kevin after all. However, as they reached this point, she felt nervous. Sitting on the couch, she kept changing channels on the TV, masking her mixed emotions.
Kevin was also conflicted. Did he want to make love with Cynthia? After all, she was the woman Albert had eyes for. They had agreed not to compete for her. But not proceeding now seemed awkward, given the tension in the air.
He regretted coming back to find Cynthia. Sitting on the bed, he watched TV, seemingly leaving the decision to her.
Seeing Kevin engrossed in the TV screen, Cynthia felt resentful. Was Kevin here to rest in the room? He seemed to be pretending well. Unable to resist, she said, "Kevin, my feet are aching. Could you massage them for me? Of course, if you feel it's inappropriate, forget it." Cynthia's strategic retreat worked like a charm. Kevin looked embarrassed, scratched his head, then got up and sat beside Cynthia on the bed. Placing her leg on his knee, he took off her boots, revealing her tender foot wrapped in nude stockings. He gently massaged it, asking, "Cynthia, is this pressure okay?"
"Mmm, it's good," Cynthia's eyes narrowed, her face flushed, seemingly affected by the alcohol. The sensation of Kevin's fingers on her foot made her feel tingly and electrified, sending waves of pleasure up her legs. Gripping the sofa's armrests, her chest pushed out, and her hips swayed as Kevin massaged her leg, clad in silk stockings.
Her feet were her most sensitive spot. Any manipulation by a man would bring intense pleasure. Soon, vaginal discharge began, the subtle itch tormenting Cynthia's body. She longed for Kevin to penetrate her, but she bit her lip, refusing to ask for it. She wasn't promiscuous and didn't want Kevin to look down on her.
Kevin caressed Cynthia's foot in silk stockings, admiring her sexy legs. Cynthia's legs were indeed attractive, comparable to Kimberly's flawless long legs. The difference lay in Kimberly's slender legs compared to Cynthia's more rounded ones. Only someone who had intimately explored them could discern this subtle distinction.
Having passed the stage of extreme sexual hunger, Kevin could now appreciate a woman's beauty with a calm mind. He believed that mature women like Cynthia required careful appreciation rather than crude sexual encounters. Kevin held Cynthia's ankle with one hand, massaging her toes with the other, feeling the smoothness of her tender toes through the silk stockings.
Under the light, the ultra-thin nude stockings clung tightly to Cynthia's skin, shimmering with a seductive sheen. Through the stockings, the fine blood vessels under her skin were visible. Her skin was so delicate that he felt a slight pressure could make her moist.
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