Chapter 801: Peeping at the Changing Manager
Ten minutes later, the food was delivered. Dolores took two cans of Coke from the fridge for Kevin and grabbed a beer for herself. As they ate, Dolores chatted cheerfully. Perhaps because she rarely had guests, she was in high spirits, talking about everything from the creation of the world to the situation in Ukraine. Kevin was impressed, thinking that his homeroom teacher Alissa was the most talkative person he knew, capable of talking for a full 45-minute class without a break. But now he realized Dolores could talk even more, not stopping except to sip her beer, without eating a single bite. Kevin, uninterested in international affairs, focused on his meal.
Noticing Kevin's lack of interest in the topics, Dolores shifted the conversation to school, smiling as she asked, "Kevin, do you have a girlfriend at school?"
"No," Kevin quickly shook his head. His relationship with Laura was a secret, and he didn't consider it a real relationship, more like fulfilling a task given by Daisy.
"Really?" Dolores looked skeptical. "You're quite handsome. Don't any girls at your school chase after you? Or maybe your standards are too high. You don't like any of them. Could it be that you have a crush on your cousin?"
"No," Kevin blushed. Dolores's sharp eyes seemed to see right through him.
"It's normal to have a crush," Dolores said, taking a few gulps of beer. "Your cousin is beautiful. Any man would like her. It would be strange if you didn't."
"You're even more beautiful, so I should like you," Kevin blurted out, trying to cover his nervousness.
"Such a sweet talker," Dolores laughed, revealing her white, even teeth. "So, who do you think is more beautiful, me or your cousin? Don't lie."
Kevin was at a loss. Why did women always like to compare? He instinctively scrutinized Dolores. She and Audrey were different types of women. Audrey had a delicate, cold beauty with exquisite features and fair skin, like a charming woman from the Jiangnan region, if not for her exceptionally large breasts. Dolores, on the other hand, was a classic bold woman with sharp features, thick eyebrows, a high nose, and full lips, exuding a strong, decisive aura, much like a female boss. Among the women Kevin knew, only Natalie was similar to Dolores, but Natalie had a more sinister edge that kept people at a distance.
"Well..." Kevin didn't know what to say. To him, Audrey was the epitome of beauty. Even the city's four beauties combined couldn't compare to her. But speaking the truth might offend Dolores.
"Alright, I won't make it hard for you," Dolores said, waving her hand. She finished the remaining third of her beer in one gulp.
Kevin was amazed. This woman could really drink. In just a few minutes, she had downed three bottles of beer without eating a bite. No wonder she was a hotel manager; her drinking capacity probably surpassed many men.
"Eat some food, sister. Drinking on an empty stomach isn't good," Kevin hesitated but advised.
"I'm used to it," Dolores said with a breezy smile, looking at the handsome young man in front of her with a touch of melancholy. Since her divorce, this was the first time she had talked so much with someone. She couldn't talk to those too close, and didn't want to talk to those too distant. Only someone like Kevin, a casual listener, could make her feel at ease.
After Kevin finished eating, Dolores had drunk three more bottles of beer. Her face was only slightly flushed, and her eyes remained clear. She stood up, stretched, and said to Kevin, "I'm going to lie down for a while. I'll take you to the bus station when I wake up."
With that, she turned and went into the bedroom.
Kevin felt helpless. He cleaned up the table, threw the trash into the kitchen bin, and saw that it was already 1 PM. His cousin had been gone for nearly three hours, and he wondered where she was now. He wanted to call Audrey but was afraid she might find him annoying.
After watching TV for a while, he felt restless and wanted to return to the city. He decided to tell Dolores and walked to the bedroom door. Seeing it was ajar, he knocked lightly, but there was no response. Hesitating, he pushed the door open a crack and whispered, "Sister, are you asleep?"
There was still no response. Kevin nervously pushed the door open further and peeked inside. The bedroom curtains were drawn, and a large European-style bed was against the wall. Dolores lay on her side, her black silk nightgown tightly hugging her voluptuous body, outlining a seductive curve. Her white thighs were slightly curled, and her nightgown had inexplicably ridden up to her waist, revealing her plump, white buttocks, covered only by a black thong.
Kevin was stunned. He wanted to leave the room, but his legs moved forward on their own, bringing him to the bedside. He looked down at Dolores's round, firm buttocks. Unlike Alissa's overly large and fleshy buttocks or Vanessa's seductive butterfly buttocks, Dolores's buttocks were plump but not excessive, white and full like ripe peaches, begging to be squeezed. The key area between her buttocks was tightly covered by the black thong, but he could faintly see the outline of her plump vulva, with a few black pubic hairs peeking out, exuding mature woman's allure.
Kevin swallowed hard, his heart racing. His penis strained against the yoga shorts, almost tearing them. He thought, "Her butt is so sexy, almost as good as godmother Grace's." But Grace's butt was even rounder and perkier. To compare their elasticity, he would have to touch them.
Just as Kevin had this wicked thought, he felt guilty. What was he doing? Dolores had been so kind and hospitable, and here he was having improper thoughts. He decided to leave quietly. But just as he was about to tiptoe out, a crisp phone ring startled him. He quickly took out his phone to silence it, but realized it was Dolores's phone ringing.
Dolores stirred slightly, about to wake up. Kevin instinctively dropped to the floor, lying flat. He heard Dolores groggily answer the phone, "I told you already, we're divorced. We have nothing to do with each other. Stop harassing me, or I'll call the police."
Kevin lay motionless, holding his breath, afraid Dolores would discover him. He guessed the caller was her ex-husband. What kind of person would divorce such a beautiful and capable woman? He must be out of his mind.
Dolores said a few more words and hung up. Kevin, unable to see her movements from the floor, noticed a gap under the bed and decided to crawl under it, planning to sneak out once Dolores fell asleep. But just as he crawled under, he saw two white feet step down from the bed and heard the creak of an opening wardrobe.
"Is she not going back to sleep?" Kevin thought, distressed. This could be trouble. He was pondering how to explain himself when he saw Dolores's black nightgown slide down her ankles. "Is she taking off her nightgown?" he wondered.
From his angle, Kevin could only see Dolores's feet and lower legs. Imagining her naked mature body, his penis stirred again. He then saw her slender white hand pull down a pair of black lace panties, and he felt even more excited. Gathering his courage, he peeked out and was stunned by the sight.
Dolores stood before the wardrobe, her tall, voluptuous body completely naked. Her smooth, fair skin gleamed, her full breasts firm with dark red nipples pointing upwards. Her plump buttocks were taut and elastic, and her long legs were shapely and alluring.
Seeing this seductive mature body, Kevin's penis instantly hardened. He couldn't help but reach into his yoga shorts and grasp his hot shaft, his eyes glued to Dolores's sexy buttocks, starting to masturbate.
Unaware of Kevin's presence, Dolores admired her perfect body in the wardrobe mirror. Beautiful women are often vain, and she was no exception. Gazing at her curvy reflection, she sighed, gently fondling her firm breasts, feeling a tingling sensation throughout her body, especially in her empty lower region.
Since her divorce, Dolores had been living alone, envied by friends for her freedom. But she had her own struggles. If her ex-husband hadn't gone too far, she wouldn't have divorced. At not yet thirty, her sexual urges were strong, but she had to endure loneliness, a pain only those who experienced it could understand.
She swayed her body gently in front of the mirror, feeling pity for herself. This sexy body, wasted without a man to enjoy it, was a real shame. A woman's prime years are fleeting.
After a long while, Dolores sighed, put on a new thong, which made her plump buttocks even more alluring, then slipped into flesh-colored stockings, making her long legs look even more slender and her buttocks fuller. Her full breasts were soon covered by a light purple lace bra, creating a deep cleavage. Finally, she put on a light gray pencil skirt and a white blouse, her usual professional attire, looking both elegant and youthful, fitting her role as a hotel manager.
Seeing Dolores's enticing legs in stockings, Kevin couldn't stop masturbating. He felt ashamed but couldn't control his hand. His large glans turned red from the friction, and he imagined Dolores bending over, allowing him to enter her from behind. His breathing quickened, and his hand moved faster, feeling waves of pleasure building, ready to explode at any moment.
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