Evan's heart was racing with excitement as he watched, his penis growing hard and aching with desire. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out from behind Lindsay, and gently grasped her breasts, rubbing them with a fierce intensity. His hard penis pressed against Lindsay's ass through his pants, rubbing it with a sensual rhythm that left him breathless. It had been days since they'd last been together, and he was almost driven mad by his longing for her.
Lindsay was caught off guard, startled by the sudden touch. She was about to struggle, but as she turned around and saw Evan's eager face, she let out a sigh of relief. But instead of scolding him, she reached out and patted him on the head, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and amusement. "Why are you sneaking around like a thief in the night?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Do you want to scare me to death? I almost shouted for help just now."
Evan knew he'd been reckless, but he couldn't help himself, and so he smiled, his hands still moving with a sensual rhythm, one hand rubbing Lindsay's breasts, the other reaching for her lower abdomen, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with a gentle, loving touch.
It was a typical day at Lindsay's office, with the warm sunlight streaming through the window and casting a cozy glow over the small space. But amidst the tranquility, a subtle tension hung in the air, as Lindsay held Evan's hand and said, "Not today, I'm having my period." Evan's skepticism was palpable, and he reached out to touch Lindsay, his fingers probing the contours of her body.
It was clear that something was amiss, and he soon discovered that she was padding her bulging figure. Yet, he was unwilling to let this opportunity slip away, and he persisted in his pursuit, nibbling on Lindsay's breasts with a mixture of curiosity and desire.
As their intimate moment hung precariously in the balance, the sound of crisp footsteps echoed outside the office door. Lindsay's face changed, her expression a mask of concern, as she whispered, "Oh no, Jennifer is here, you hide quickly." Evan's eyes widened in alarm, and he turned to gaze around the cramped space, searching for a place to conceal himself. Lindsay, quick-witted as ever, sprang into action, shaking open the quilt on the bed and beckoning Evan to take refuge beneath its folds. With a deft motion, she kicked his shoes under the bed, and then heard Jennifer's voice at the door, "Is Mrs. Lindsay here?" "Hey, I'm here, come in."
Lindsay's hands moved swiftly, pulling a T-shirt over her torso, but she didn't have time to don a bra, leaving her breasts exposed and vulnerable. The two bulges on her chest seemed to mock her, a stark reminder of her current state.
Jennifer walked in, her eyes scanning the room, and took in the disheveled state of Lindsay's clothes and the messy quilt. "Mrs. Lindsay, are you resting?" she asked, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I wouldn't have come here if I had known." Lindsay's gaze flicked to the quilt, its bulging form a telltale sign of Evan's presence. She took a few steps to block Jennifer's view, her voice laced with guilt, "Yes, I felt a little sleepy just now and wanted to take a nap. Is there anything you need?"
However, Jennifer seemed oblivious to Lindsay's attempts to deflect her attention. Her face reddened slightly, and she said, "Mrs. Lindsay, I still feel there is a lump in my breast. How about you help me take another look? Otherwise, I will always be worried." Lindsay hesitated, but couldn't find a reason to refuse, and so she reluctantly agreed. Evan, hidden beneath the quilt, felt a wave of heat wash over him, the air thick with tension. He listened to the conversation above him, his heart pounding in his chest, as he struggled to remain still.
Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer, and quietly lifted a gap in the quilt to catch a glimpse of the world above. His eyes widened in shock as he saw Jennifer taking off her bra, her back to him, and revealing the breathtaking sight of her snow-white breasts.
They were fuller, rounder, and more elastic than Lindsay's, with a delicate pink areola that seemed to glow in the dim light. Evan's penis swelled, beating continuously as he watched Jennifer's trembling breasts. He held his breath, his eyes fixed on the spectacle, as he felt himself on the verge of ejaculation.
Jennifer, oblivious to Evan's presence, continued to twist her body, making it easier for Lindsay to check her breasts. But this movement only allowed Evan to appreciate her proudly standing breasts even more. Lindsay pinched Jennifer's breasts with her hands, a gesture that seemed both gentle and intimate. But as she caught sight of the gap in the quilt, she knew that Evan was peeping at them. A flash of anger crossed her face, and she cursed in her heart for letting this little pervert take advantage of Jennifer. She quickly finished the check, and asked Jennifer to put on her clothes, her voice a little impatient. Jennifer, thinking Lindsay was sleepy, didn't think much of it and left in a hurry.
As soon as Jennifer was gone, Evan crawled out of the quilt, gasping for breath. "I'm almost suffocating," he said, his voice laced with desperation. Lindsay scolded him, her tone stern, "You deserve it." Evan looked down, his face bitter, and said, "What should I do? I can't go out like this." Lindsay's gaze fell upon his thick and long penis, standing upright and ready to go. She knew that Evan must have been holding it in for the past few days, and so she tapped the smooth glans, her touch gentle. "Wait a minute, I'll help you get it out," she said, her voice a little helpless.
Lindsay walked to the door and locked it, then turned around and walked back, her movements fluid. She let Evan lie on the bed, and then took off her shoes, getting on the bed beside him.
She held his hot penis with her hand, her touch gentle but firm, and started stroking it up and down. The friction was intense, and Evan felt himself on the verge of ejaculation once again.
Lindsay's fingers moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, her touch sending shivers down Evan's spine. As she stroked his penis, he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, his body tensing in response.
It was a typical day at school, with students bustling about and chatting with their friends. Evan, a freshman, had a secret that he kept hidden from the world, a secret that he had indulged in countless times before - masturbation.
However, he never thought that one day he would ask his head teacher, Lindsay, to help him fulfill his desires. As Lindsay's soft hands slid onto his penis, Evan felt an intense stimulation that he had never experienced before. The fact that he hadn't had sex with Lindsay for several days only added to his excitement. After Lindsay had masturbated him dozens of times with her hands, Evan felt a tingling sensation on his glans, and with a burst of pleasure, he ejaculated white semen.
Lindsay was caught off guard, and her chest was sprayed with semen, with a few drops even landing on her face. She quickly got out of bed and wiped the mess clean with toilet paper. Seeing Evan still lying on the bed, savoring the moment, she couldn't help but laugh and scold him, "You little bastard, are you satisfied now? Hurry up and get dressed and leave." Evan had no choice but to put on his clothes, though he was still reeling from the intense pleasure. Although it was stimulating for Lindsay to help him masturbate, Evan couldn't shake off the feeling that it was far from real sex. There was no sense of perfect harmony, no feeling of being completely connected with another person.
As he got dressed, Evan suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Lindsay earlier. He was puzzled by why Jennifer, had let Lindsay touch her breasts. Did she have a special fetish? Evan's curiosity got the better of him, and he asked Lindsay for an explanation.
Lindsay gave a brief explanation, and seeing Evan's eyes rolling around, she warned him seriously, "Were you peeking at Jennifer changing clothes just now? I'm telling you, don't pay attention to Jennifer. She is not that kind of casual woman. Be careful not to get into trouble." Evan laughed dryly after Lindsay revealed his secret. It seemed that no matter how old they were, women were narrow-minded and couldn't stand other women being better than themselves.
"You're so sweet," Lindsay said, acting like a little girl who loved to flirt. Perhaps she felt some kind of threat. After all, compared with Jennifer, she had no advantage. Evan could understand why he had that kind of thought about Jennifer, but he still said earnestly, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. There are many people eyeing Jennifer. You'd better not cause trouble for yourself."