Chapter 906: Willow's Lustful Encounter
"Mmm, let me go," Willow murmured, feeling the large, hot rod pressing against her lower body. The sensation made her body go weak and her mind dizzy. Instinctively, she tried to struggle, her voluptuous and heated body rubbing and pressing against the young man.
Kevin felt the mature woman's soft and plump body writhing like a big eel, further stimulating his nerves. With one hand covering her mouth and the other around her waist, he squeezed her ample buttocks, pressing his chest against her breasts.
This full-body stimulation overwhelmed Willow. The pleasure from having her breasts and buttocks touched made her body gush with arousal, soaking her panties completely.
In a daze, she felt the young man's hand lifting her skirt, moving up her thigh, and his fingers probing her slit through her panties. She shivered and bit her tongue to snap herself out of it. Pushing Kevin away with all her strength, her face flushed, she sternly questioned, "Who are you, and what do you think you're doing? Didn't you see someone was in here?"
Kevin replied helplessly, "I was just using the restroom. Auntie, why did you come into the men's restroom? It's not me who's in the wrong here."
Although this woman looked quite young, upon closer inspection, there were fine lines around her eyes, indicating she was around his mother's age. Calling her "Auntie" was certainly appropriate.
Willow's face was burning hot. In the end, she had no excuse. She had entered the men's restroom without looking. She wanted to say more but noticed Kevin's erect penis, making her body heat up again. She frowned and said, "Put that away quickly. It's embarrassing."
Kevin realized what she meant and quickly pulled up his pants, his eyes still fixed on the woman in front of him. Willow's face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and her ample breasts were prominently displayed, making Kevin salivate.
Hmm, a slim waist, big breasts, and a perky butt—her figure was quite nice, almost as good as Kimberly's. Although she was a bit older, she looked quite seductive. When he had just touched her thigh, he noticed she was already wet down there.
However, given the previous lesson with Elizabeth, Kevin didn't dare to mess with unfamiliar women casually anymore. In a small town like this, who knew what connections this mature beauty might have? It would be too awkward if it turned out they had some familial ties.
Willow tried to maintain her composure. Fortunately, the boy was just a kid and was easily intimidated. If he had been an adult, who knew what might have happened?
Seeing Kevin staring at her chest, Willow instinctively covered her breasts with her hand and hurried out of the restroom. At the door, she couldn't help but glance back at Kevin's crotch, thinking it was a shame such a large thing was wasted...
After Willow left, Kevin snapped back to reality. Thinking about how aroused the woman had been from his touch, he chuckled. Older women were the most fun to play with. He hadn't even penetrated her, and she was already so wet. If he had gone further, the restroom might have been flooded.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. His penis hardened again. He regretted not moving faster earlier; he might have penetrated her before she could react. Mature women's plump vaginas, filled with arousal, were the most enjoyable to fuck. Any man would be unable to resist.
Soon, Kevin left the restroom and asked the nurse for Maurice's room. When he reached the door, he saw the room was quite lively, with five or six women chatting away. Maurice was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, possibly asleep.
As Kevin entered the room, a fashionably dressed woman blocked his way, looking him up and down impatiently. "Kid, you're in the wrong room. Leave now."
"No, I'm not. I'm here to see Mrs. Maurice," Kevin frowned, stepping aside to move past her.
"Hey, hey, hey, who let you in here?" The woman blocked Kevin again, arrogantly saying, "Do you even know where you are? Get out. There's no one here for you."
Kevin was frustrated. It was always the underlings who were the most troublesome. Not knowing who this woman was, he didn't want to cause a scene. He called out, "Mrs. Maurice, Mrs. Maurice, it's Kevin."
Maurice seemed to hear Kevin's voice and opened her eyes. Seeing Kevin at the door, she said with delight, "Kevin, is that you? What brings you here?"
"Mrs. Maurice, I came to see you," Kevin said with a grin, glancing at the woman blocking him. The woman was surprised to see that Kevin knew Maurice and awkwardly stepped aside.
Kevin strode to the bedside, helping Maurice sit up when she struggled. "Mrs. Maurice, don't move. Be careful."
"I'm fine," Maurice said, sitting up and looking at the women around her. "Alright, you can all go now. Kevin can keep me company."
The women exchanged glances, clearly reluctant to leave. They looked at Kevin with hostility, wondering where he had come from.
Kevin met their gazes without backing down. He suddenly noticed one of the women was the seductive woman from the restroom and was surprised. Why was she in Maurice's room? He felt relieved he hadn't done anything too rash earlier.
Willow was equally surprised. She hadn't expected this boy to be Kevin. She had heard his name many times from her son, knowing he was Ivan's nemesis, but she had never met him. She never imagined meeting him this way, and that he would be visiting Maurice. She was even more puzzled, as she hadn't heard of Maurice having any relatives in town. How did Kevin know her?
Seeing the women not moving, Maurice's face darkened. "What's wrong? Do you need me to call Armando to tell you to leave?"
Seeing Maurice genuinely angry, Willow quickly smiled and said, "Sister, don't be mad. We were just worried about your health and came to help. Since you're fine, we'll visit another time." She signaled the other women, and they all left the room.
Once the women had left, Maurice sighed in relief and said to Kevin, "Those were the wives of various directors. They came to show their concern because I'm Armando's wife. Their chatter was giving me a headache."
Kevin finally understood. No wonder these women seemed so formidable and stylishly dressed. They were all officials' wives. He wondered which director's wife the seductive woman was. Judging by how easily aroused she was, her husband probably couldn't satisfy her.
"Mrs. Maurice, Mr. Armando is their husbands' boss. It's normal for them to want to curry favor with you," Kevin said with a grin. "This is what they call 'the son benefits from the father's status, and the wife from the husband's.'"
"You seem to understand everything. Armando was right about you. You will be very capable when you grow up," Maurice said with a hint of admiration. "No wonder Fiona said she enjoys talking with you. You're much more mature than boys your age. By the way, you've talked with Fiona a few times. What do you think of her?"
Kevin was taken aback by the question. Seeing Maurice's expectant look, he hesitated before saying, "It's hard to say. She seems different from other girls. She's not interested in clothes, TV shows, or even grades. It's like nothing matters to her."
Maurice sighed and nodded. "You're right. Fiona has always been peculiar. Other girls liked playing with dolls, but she never wanted them. She ignored all the toys I bought her and insisted on playing with boys, climbing trees and swimming. She was a handful. She's more reserved now but loves reading, especially her father's books—things like 'Das Kapital,' 'War and Peace,' and 'A Brief History of Time.' Are those books a girl should be reading?"
Kevin was stunned. He enjoyed reading but found Fiona's choice of books even more profound. This girl was indeed interesting. Despite being only sixteen, her mental age seemed at least ten years older than her peers. If not for her occasional girlish thoughts, he might have thought she was a time traveler.
They chatted for a while longer until Maurice yawned, looking tired. Kevin quickly stood up to leave. Maurice smiled and said, "Kevin, you must visit our home when I get out of the hospital. I owe you my thanks."
"No need, Mrs. Maurice," Kevin said, scratching his head in embarrassment. "It's the least I could do."
"Anyway, you must come. If you don't, I'll come to your house myself," Maurice said, pretending to be angry. The more she looked at Kevin, the more she liked him.
This boy was respectful, articulate, and most importantly, had a pure heart. His casual conversation was not an attempt to please her, making her feel relaxed. She felt ashamed for doubting his intentions when they first met, realizing she shouldn't judge a young boy with an adult's cynical mindset.
As Kevin left the hospital, he suddenly saw the seductive woman again and stopped, boldly looking her over, wondering what she wanted.
"You must be Kevin," Willow said, her eyes glinting as she smiled. "Do you know who I am?"
"No," Kevin replied, shaking his head and grinning. "And I don't want to know. Auntie, you're not here to make a fuss about what happened in the restroom, are you? You walked into the wrong restroom. If someone had come, I wouldn't have cared, but you might have been in trouble."
"You certainly have a sharp tongue," Willow snorted. Kevin's response far exceeded her expectations, explaining why he dared to stand up to her son. "What's your relationship with Armando's wife?"
Willow mainly wanted to ask this. The restroom incident was trivial and not worth dwelling on.
"Nothing much," Kevin said casually, not revealing anything. "Auntie, if there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
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