Chapter 1873
Quentin eased into Vanessa, feeling her slickness, and started to pick up the pace, careful not to go too hard. Each thrust was a tease, his tip barely brushing her cervix like a dragonfly skimming the water. Vanessa's need grew unbearable, her big butt lifting high, pushing back to let Quentin go deeper. Their bodies collided, making soft sounds that could be heard if someone was close to the changing room.
Meanwhile, Audrey was lost in her own pleasure. Standing in front of a full-length mirror, her curvy, pale body was almost completely exposed. Her silky hair fell gently, her skin was smooth and radiant, her waist was slender, and her black thong clung tightly to her round butt, the fabric wedged deep into the cleft. The front outlined the shape of her vaginal opening, with most of her butt exposed and trembling slightly with her movements. Her long legs were firm and straight, pressed tightly together.
Audrey moaned, her face showing pure bliss. Her breasts, firm yet soft, swelled under her touch, nipples hard and protruding like ripe cherries, tempting anyone who saw them.
Below her smooth, firm abdomen was a patch of dense pubic hair. Her legs, smooth as ivory, were long and slender, her thighs full and firm, her calves straight and thin, her toes delicate and perfectly proportioned, glowing with a dizzying sheen.
Quentin, while thrusting into Vanessa from behind, peeked through the changing room's gap, watching Audrey pleasure herself. His excitement grew, his cock getting harder and hotter, swelling and thickening. He thrust recklessly, scraping every tiny fold inside Vanessa, making her body tremble uncontrollably. Her vagina overflowed with hot fluid, seeping through their connection.
"Mm, mm, mm," Vanessa felt especially excited in this setting, closing her eyes and letting Quentin take her, gasping for breath with her mouth wide open. Suddenly, she felt Quentin thrust deeply, his tip hitting her cervix hard. The intense stimulation made her cry out, snapping her back to reality, and she quickly shut her mouth.
Quentin, lost in the moment, hadn't controlled his strength, causing Vanessa to cry out. Her voice startled him, and he quickly stopped, looking outside.
Audrey, lost in her masturbation, suddenly heard a faint sound. She started, opened her eyes, and turned to look behind her, but saw nothing. Suspicion clouded her face; she was sure she had heard someone cry out, though the sound was faint and clearly from within the changing room.
Could there be a thief in the changing room? Audrey hurriedly dressed, her gaze falling on the doors of the small changing rooms. If someone were here, they must be hiding in one of the four rooms.
Grabbing a metal hanger, she cautiously approached the first changing room and pushed the door open. It was empty.
Was she imagining things? Audrey was puzzled but then opened the second changing room's door, finding it empty as well.
Quentin, hiding in the last changing room, was nervous as hell. Audrey was about to push the door open. What should he do? If Audrey discovered his affair with Vanessa, he'd never have a chance with Audrey.
Audrey checked the third changing room, still finding nothing. Only the last changing room remained, the one Vanessa had entered. Could Vanessa have been kidnapped?
Audrey's hand rested on the door handle. Maybe she had misheard; given her previous state, it was normal to have auditory hallucinations. Besides, this was a women's lingerie store, unlikely to be intruded upon.
Inside the changing room, Quentin's heart was pounding. He couldn't predict Audrey's reaction if she found him and Vanessa together. If necessary, he might have to subdue Audrey. She was a teacher who valued her reputation; if a man had sex with her, she probably wouldn't dare to speak out.
Vanessa, though also nervous, felt more excitement. She wondered what Audrey's expression would be if she saw her and Quentin together. Vanessa had long considered pulling Audrey into their affair; sooner or later, Audrey would know about their relationship. It didn't matter if it was sooner or later; otherwise, Vanessa wouldn't have gotten intimate with Quentin in the changing room. The only regret was that they were just starting when Audrey was about to discover them, losing much of the fun. But this way, they could avoid beating around the bush.
As Audrey's hand hovered over the changing room door handle, Quentin held his breath, ready to act if necessary. Vanessa, though not scared of Audrey discovering their affair, instinctively breathed rapidly, a natural response she couldn't control.
At that critical moment, Audrey's phone rang. She hesitated, then released the handle and ran to answer it. It was Principal Oliver. She quickly answered, smiling, "Hello, Mr. Jones. This is Audrey. Oh, you're asking about the office schedule? I'm not sure about that. I'll ask our director and get back to you, okay?"
Audrey, still on the phone, left the changing area. Vanessa and Quentin quickly dressed and hurried out, but Audrey was nowhere to be seen.
Vanessa patted her ample chest, breathing heavily, "That was close. She almost caught us. It's all your fault for being so rough; we almost couldn't get out."
Quentin was also relieved. Although confident he could have subdued Audrey, it wasn't the best idea, risking conflict with her. It was safer to proceed slowly.
Vanessa noticed Quentin's still-erect penis and laughed, reaching out to stroke it. "Quentin, sorry, but I can't satisfy you now. We'll find another chance later."
Quentin was frustrated, feeling his release almost at the edge. If Audrey had been a bit later, he could have climaxed. But now, he had to hold back, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.
A few minutes later, familiar footsteps approached. Vanessa quickly let go, stepping aside and adopting a cold, dignified expression, as if she had nothing to do with Quentin. Quentin, frustrated, hid in the changing room.
Audrey entered the public changing area, saying to Vanessa, "Vanessa, were you okay in there? I thought I heard something, almost like someone broke in."
"Oh, it's nothing. Let's go to the changing room; you can help me pick out clothes." Vanessa pulled Audrey into the changing room.
Vanessa soon emerged in a sapphire blue strapless mini dress. The thin fabric clung tightly to her tall, voluptuous body, highlighting her perfect figure. The dress had a heart-shaped cutout at the chest, revealing a glimpse of her breasts. Her nipples were visible, pressed against the dress, without a bra. Vanessa had chosen this for its sexy, alluring effect.
Audrey thought it might be too revealing, but since Vanessa didn't mind, she couldn't say much. Besides, she was getting used to Vanessa's bold fashion choices. After all, a woman with a great figure should show it off.
Vanessa spun in her sexy dress. The skirt was short, barely covering her full, high buttocks, exposing her long, white legs. Her legs were round, straight, and flawless, like a piece of art sculpted by God. She wore black, semi-transparent garter stockings, tightly wrapping her calves, stopping at her knees, with two black straps extending into the skirt, inviting a peek.
Her white feet were in four-inch gold heels, making her tall figure even more striking.
"Vanessa, your figure is incredible. I'm so jealous," Audrey admired Vanessa's hot body, long legs, slim waist, round buttocks, and stunning face, the perfect goal for any woman, though her breasts were slightly small.
Even Quentin, accustomed to Vanessa's body, was stunned, his penis hardening again, saluting Vanessa. He marveled at how Vanessa's aura changed with a new outfit.
The two tried several lingerie sets, Vanessa's alluring figure making Quentin, hidden in the changing room, mesmerized, leading to multiple ejaculations, nearly exhausting him.
Audrey followed Vanessa for two hours, her long, round legs almost giving out, while Vanessa remained energetic, changing outfit after outfit without tiring.
"Vanessa, enough already," Audrey said, her face darkening as Vanessa wanted to try another outfit. "I'm exhausted. Let's take a break."
"Alright, I'll spare you today," Vanessa said, pulling Audrey to a massage shop. A young male attendant greeted them, smiling, "Ladies, what service do you need?"
Vanessa placed her round, white legs on the table, saying sternly, "I've been standing all day and I'm exhausted. Massage my legs properly, no slacking."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll do my best," the attendant said, lifting one of Vanessa's delicate feet, gently massaging her soft foot, twisting each translucent toe. Warmth flowed from his hands into Vanessa's feet, up her legs, and into her abdomen, making her body heat up. Her face flushed, her round buttocks writhing on the soft sofa.
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