Chapter 17

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.