Chapter 1851
"You're the guest. Let me handle it," Audrey said, her cheeks flushed. Jason was just too stubborn; he couldn't hold his liquor but insisted on showing off.
After tidying up, they found Jason still slumped over the table. They each took an arm and helped him into the bedroom, laying him on the bed. Audrey leaned over to unbutton Jason's shirt to help him breathe easier. Suddenly, Jason's hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto him. Before she could get up, she felt Jason's hand skillfully lift her nightgown, and then a chill as he pulled down her underwear. Shocked, she struggled and said, "Jason, what are you doing? There are people here."
"It's okay, Audrey. Come on, let's do it," Jason mumbled, clearly having forgotten about Christopher. He held Audrey's soft, full hips, kneading and caressing them, his head burrowing into her chest, trying to kiss her ample breasts.
Christopher was stunned, watching Jason's large hands knead Audrey's round, white buttocks. Her black lace panties were pulled down to her knees, revealing her private parts. He could see her thick labia, indicating she hadn't had much sexual activity, unlike his partner Violet, whose labia had darkened. Audrey's pubic hair was thick, suggesting a strong libido, and Christopher doubted Jason could satisfy her.
The sight of Audrey's inviting, full buttocks made Christopher's blood boil, his penis immediately hardening. He wanted nothing more than to grab those large buttocks and thrust into her enticing vagina.
Jason, however, was too drunk. Audrey struggled free, stood up, quickly pulled up her underwear, and adjusted her nightgown. But the strap of her nightgown slipped off her shoulder, exposing most of her full breast, with only the nipple and areola covered by her bra. Christopher's cock twitched, nearly making him ejaculate.
Audrey noticed her exposure and quickly pulled up the strap, covering her chest, her face red with embarrassment. She blamed Jason, knowing Christopher had seen everything. Christopher, his throat dry, swallowed and said, "Ms. Johnson, if there's nothing else, I'll be going."
Audrey, her cheeks burning, escorted Christopher to the door, apologizing, "Christopher, I'm so sorry about earlier. It was so embarrassing."
"It's fine, really. I sometimes get like that when I'm drunk too," Christopher laughed, thinking to himself that the evening had been worth it, having seen Audrey's big butt and vagina.
Back home, lying in bed, Christopher's mind replayed the image of Audrey's big butt. He fantasized about being Jason, behind her, thrusting into her wet vagina, imagining Audrey, just a wall away, possibly being stripped and fucked by Jason. He grabbed his cock, stroking it, frustrated that someone like Jason could have such a beautiful woman. He vowed to have Audrey for himself, his hand moving faster until he groaned, ejaculating thick semen, leaving him exhausted.
For over a month, Audrey avoided Christopher, her attitude cold, likely due to the embarrassment of that night. Christopher was annoyed but helpless. Every night, closing his eyes, he saw Audrey's firm breasts, reaching out to grab them but finding only air, frustrated at not being able to have her.
Then, things took a turn. Jason's restaurant failed, losing thousands of dollars, and he was fired from his job for frequent absences. Christopher saw an opportunity, suggesting that Jason go south to find work, where many had made good money. Jason, restless by nature, quickly decided to go, arguing with Audrey, who was unhappy about it. After a few days of cold war, Jason, impatient, bought a train ticket and left.
Audrey was heartbroken, crying every day. Christopher seized the opportunity, frequently bringing her daily necessities, criticizing Jason's impulsiveness and lack of responsibility, and reassuring Audrey that he would help her. Audrey was touched, unaware of Christopher's ulterior motives.
One night, while contemplating his relationship with Audrey, Christopher's phone buzzed. It was a text from Audrey: "Bar, Room 203."
Confused, Christopher wondered why Audrey had sent him a room number. Maybe she wanted to treat him to dinner. He quickly dressed and rushed to the bar. Opening the door to Room 203, he found it full of people, mostly men, drinking. Thinking he had the wrong room, he was about to leave when a woman stood up and said, "Christopher, why are you here? Is something wrong at home?"
It was Audrey, her face flushed, eyes hazy, looking particularly alluring. Christopher, stunned, saw Audrey wink at him and quickly said, "Yes, Ms. Johnson, your kitchen is smoking. It might be on fire. You should go check."
"Oh, okay." Audrey turned to a man inside and said, "Mr. Jones, I need to go..."
"Fine, go ahead," the man said, annoyed but unable to stop her. Audrey and Christopher left the bar, Audrey leaning on him, her soft, firm breast brushing against his hand, making his heart race and his dick harden.
"Christopher, thank you. Please take me home," Audrey said softly, leaning on him. "I can't take it anymore. They made me drink so much."
"Don't worry, let's go home," Christopher said, realizing the man had likely tried to take advantage of Audrey.
He hailed a cab, their legs pressed together in the back seat. Audrey wore a skirt, her legs round and straight, covered in flesh-colored stockings, looking incredibly sexy. She leaned on his shoulder, eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Emboldened, Christopher gently caressed her thigh, the smooth texture exciting him.
As he fondled Audrey's thigh, he admired her face: long lashes, high cheekbones, slightly parted lips, and a delicate, rosy complexion. Her shirt's neckline revealed a hint of cleavage, and the car was filled with her scent, making it hard for Christopher to control himself. He imagined her vagina, lush and inviting, and her breasts, firm and round, longing to touch them. He slowly reached out, but just as his fingers were about to touch her breast, the cab stopped—they had arrived.
Christopher quickly paid, helped Audrey out, and went into her apartment. He found her keys in her bag, half-carrying her to the couch. Audrey, slumped on the couch, looked at him with hazy eyes, clearly drunk. Christopher, excited, thought he might finally have Audrey tonight, his eyes greedily taking in her body.
Audrey's figure was stunning. Her white shirt clung to her large breasts, damp with sweat, revealing their outline. Her breasts heaved with each breath, the curves making Christopher's cock itch. He wanted to ravage those perfect breasts.
Audrey, unaware she had escaped one danger only to fall into another, felt hot and restless. Still somewhat conscious, she saw someone and, thinking it was Jason, said softly, "Jason, I'm so hot. Help me take off my clothes."
Christopher, realizing Audrey had mistaken him for Jason, was thrilled. He sat beside her, placing a hand on her chest, and said, "Audrey, it's me, Christopher. Are you okay? Do you need help?"
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