As she sat on the back seat, her high heels dangling from her hand, she couldn't help but lean against Evan's back from time to time to gain temporary balance. Her plump breasts pressed against his back, sending shivers down his spine. Evan felt his body react, his penis growing hard beneath his pants. He tried to ignore the sensation, but it was no use. As he pedaled the bicycle, his hard penis rubbed against the seat, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
Feeling the tempting sensation coming from behind, Evan couldn't control himself. He lifted his buttocks slightly, pressing his body closer to Jennifer's breasts. The friction was intense, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a burst of pleasure, he ejaculated, his body trembling with release.
As Jennifer stood pressed against Evan's broad back, she was oblivious to the fact that his armor had already been lost under the stimulation of her plump body.
At first, she was a little shy when her chest was pressed against his, but the more she tried to keep a distance, the more intense the next squeeze would be.
Her initial hesitation gave way to a sense of resignation, and she eventually surrendered to the pressure, pressing her entire chest against Evan's back. She consoled herself by thinking that she had shared similar contact with him before, and one more time wouldn't hurt. She rationalized that she could regard it as a reward for him, considering him just a student who wouldn't be able to take advantage of her.
However, Jennifer was unaware that her carefree attitude was precisely what allowed Evan to inch closer to her, step by step, until she found herself unable to extricate herself. Evan's body responded to the touch, and he ejaculated, the sudden release leaving him feeling stunned. A gentle breeze caressed his skin, and he felt a cool sensation in his crotch, a stark contrast to the intense heat that had just consumed him. He was taken aback, realizing that it had taken him mere moments to reach climax, a far cry from the usual half-hour or more it took him to reach satisfaction, even with Lindsay.
As they continued on their bike ride, Evan spotted a bike repair stall and reluctantly brought the bike to a stop. He carefully supported Jennifer, asking her to tiptoe to the stall and sit on a stool, while he considerately brought out another stool for her to rest her feet on.
The mechanic, a grizzled old man with a thick head of gray hair, took in the high heels and shook his head. "These shoes can only be glued with super glue. Two dollars. Do you want to fix them?" Jennifer nodded with a smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
As she sat down, she carefully removed one of her legs from the stool and began to rub it gently, feeling a slight numbness from standing for so long.
Evan's gaze was transfixed on Jennifer's beautiful legs, wrapped in black stockings that accentuated their slender, white, and plump shape. Her jade feet, small and exquisite, seemed to beckon him to touch them, to hold them in his hands and explore their contours. He felt a sudden dryness in his mouth, a testament to his growing desire.
Jennifer's legs were a far cry from Lindsay's, who rarely wore skirts and stockings. But Jennifer's slender, round, and plump legs seemed to come alive in the black stockings, exuding a sensual allure that was impossible to ignore.
Even the old mechanic, engrossed in repairing the shoes, found himself distracted by the sight of Jennifer's legs, his eyes lingering on the delicate shape of her feet. Evan, sensing the mechanic's gaze, muttered a hasty warning, "Uncle, please fix the shoes well and don't look around. We're in a hurry to go home."
The old mechanic blushed, lowering his head to focus on the task at hand, but his mind wandered to the beautiful young woman in front of him, her legs a vision of loveliness that seemed to dance in his imagination.
He thought to himself that if he could spend a night with her, his life would be filled with purpose, but alas, he was just a lowly craftsman, powerless and insignificant in the eyes of the world.
Jennifer, oblivious to the mechanic's ogling, smiled at Evan, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She was accustomed to dressing fashionably and sexily for others to see, as long as there was no physical contact. But as she caught the old mechanic's gaze, she felt a strange excitement, a thrill that was akin to being watched by someone she trusted, someone who knew her intimately.
She felt a sense of conflict, her mind torn between the absurdity of her feelings and the thrill of being desired. As she smiled softly, she twisted her body, intentionally or unintentionally stretching out one of her plump and slender legs in front of the old mechanic, a deliberate gesture that seemed to say, "I'm aware of your gaze, and I'm not afraid."
It was a typical day at the shoe repair shop, with the old master carefully examining the worn-out soles of a pair of shoes. His gaze drifted towards Jennifer, who sat across from him, her legs elegantly crossed.
The old master couldn't help but notice her sexy legs without raising his head, his eyes subconsciously tracing the contours of her feet, calves, and thighs. As he looked up, his eyes froze, and his lips became dry.
Jennifer had inadvertently exposed a large gap between her legs, revealing the dark area at the base of her thigh and the faint outline of her plump labia through the stockings.
The old master's mind reeled with the possibility that this beautiful woman might not be wearing underwear. He thought to himself, "Could it be that this beautiful woman is not even wearing underwear? Oh, times have really changed. Women in the past would not dare to dress like this. They would definitely be poked in the spine. It's a pity that he was born too early." His curiosity got the better of him, and he subconsciously leaned forward to get a better look, but the fading light made it impossible for him to see clearly.
Jennifer, however, was wearing a black lace thong, which was small and thin, giving the illusion that she was not wearing any underwear. She had deliberately chosen this style to create a hazy effect, but she was usually more reserved in her attire and would not have normally dared to show off her body in such a way. Today, however, was an exception, and she was determined to indulge herself, knowing that she would likely never see the old master again.
Evan, who was watching the scene unfold, was oblivious to the old master's thoughts. He stood by, inhaling the alluring fragrance emanating from Jennifer's body, his mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. He knew that once the shoes were repaired, he would have to leave, but he was determined to make the most of the time he had with her. However, facing his ideal goddess, he was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.
As the silence stretched on, Jennifer finally broke it, looking up at Evan and asking, "Do you usually ride a bike to school?" Evan quickly replied, "Oh, no, I usually walk. My home is on West Street, not far away." He was happy to see that Jennifer was taking the initiative to chat with him, and he felt a sense of accomplishment that his efforts were not in vain.
Jennifer continued to ask casual questions, and then suddenly asked, "I see that you have a very good relationship with your Mrs. Lindsay. What do you think of Mrs. Lindsay?" Evan was taken aback by the question, unsure of why Jennifer was asking.
After a moment's thought, he replied, "Mrs. Lindsay is a very nice person. She teaches very well in class and explains the knowledge points very comprehensively. Especially in writing essays, she is very experienced. In the last school essay competition, several students in our class won prizes." Jennifer looked at Evan with interest, "Oh, really? I heard from Mrs. Lindsay that you are good at Korean. So what place did you get?" Evan proudly replied, "I was second."
Jennifer was indeed impressed by Evan's achievement, and Evan felt a sense of pride knowing that he had finally found a topic that interested her.
He took the opportunity to ask Jennifer for some writing skills, which brought him closer to her. Seeing Jennifer's enthusiastic look, Evan boldly asked, "Mrs. Jennifer, if I have any questions about Korean in the future, can I come to your office to ask you for help?" Jennifer showed a surprised expression on her face and said, "Why don't you ask Mrs. Lindsay? She has been a Korean teacher for many years. She must have much more experience than me. Besides, Mrs. Lindsay might be angry if she finds out."