Chapter 26: Steamy Intimacy in the Fitting Room
Liu Yan had the sales assistant fetch a few more pairs of shoes to try on, but she still felt the first white high heels were the most suitable, so she decided to buy them. The sales assistant stepped aside to ring them up. Seeing Ma Jun still standing there in a daze, Liu Yan beckoned him to sit beside her with a smile. "Do you know how much a pair like this costs?"
Ma Jun shook his head. He knew nothing about high heels, but with the store's luxurious setup, nothing here came cheap. His own sneakers only cost a few dozen yuan, and while these heels weren't practical, they looked damn good. They had to be at least a hundred something, right?
Liu Yan pointed at the high heels on her feet and said with a beaming smile, "The most basic pair here runs three or four hundred. These are a new style, so they're over five hundred. My monthly salary is just over two thousand—not eating or drinking, that's barely enough for three or four pairs. And I still need clothes, cosmetics... I even want a nice big house someday. Think you could support me? And what about Teacher Zhang? Her husband's a deadbeat who never lifts a finger. She handles all the bills alone, plus putting her son through school—money's tight. What could you do to help her?"
Ma Jun's face burned red. He hung his head, feeling deeply inferior. "Teacher Liu, I get it. I'm just too worthless."
Only now did he realize the huge gap between him and Liu Yan, how naive his earlier fantasies had been. Whether with Zhang Li or Liu Yan, he'd never spent a dime, yet he'd enjoyed their generosity without a second thought.
He'd mocked Feng Kun as a toad lusting after swan meat, but Feng Kun at least had a job, income, and his own car—upper-middle class in Gu County. Even his affair with Li Wen, he still bought her clothes. Ma Jun? He'd fucked Li Wen raw and given nothing back, then trash-talked her as a slut behind her back. He was the real shameless bastard.
His mom slaved away every day, too frugal to buy herself decent clothes, all so he could study hard and get into college. But he'd been half-assing it, daydreaming about the female teachers nonstop. How could he face her? Shame flooded him, hot tears of regret spilling down his cheeks.
Liu Yan had only meant to give him a wake-up call, nudge him toward studying—her words had come out harsher than intended. She hadn't expected him to break down crying. Startled, she pulled him close, softening her voice. "Ma Jun, Teacher doesn't look down on you. Don't take it to heart—I shouldn't have said it like that."
She dabbed his tears with a tissue, flustered and regretting her sharp tongue. Seeing him still sobbing broke her heart with guilt. On impulse, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
Ma Jun's tears stopped instantly. He touched his face, staring at her in shock. Was he dreaming? Liu Yan had just kissed him? Stammering, "Teacher Liu, what... what was that for?"
Her sudden move left him reeling. One minute she was tearing him down as a broke kid she couldn't respect; the next, she was kissing him. He felt like he was losing his mind.
Liu Yan's cheeks flushed pink. It was a desperate fix—if Zhang Li found out, she'd chew her out for being so harsh on a fifteen-year-old. No need to shove harsh reality in his face so soon. Seeing him calm down, she sighed. "Ma Jun, my words were heavy, but I just wanted you to get it: liking someone isn't about saying it—it's about doing it. You're a student; studying comes first. Zhang Li and I are teachers—she's your homeroom advisor. If you slack off chasing other things, we'd both feel like failures. Only when you excel will we be proud. Got it?"
Of course he did—Zhang Li had drilled it into him plenty. But he'd always forgotten soon after. Liu Yan's words, though, cut like knives, straight to the bone. Meeting her bright eyes, he saw she meant it to motivate him, not belittle. His heart eased a bit, but those truths burned in like a brand—hard to shake soon, because they were all facts.
Seeing him thoughtful, Liu Yan pressed on. "Ma Jun, your road ahead is long. You'll meet plenty of girls. Someday, when you find the one, won't you want her dressed to the nines? Slacking now means no college, no cash for those pretty heels. You're smart—Zhang Li and I know if you buckle down, you'll ace it. Then remember to thank us properly."
"Teacher Liu, I get it. Thank you."
Ma Jun stood abruptly, bowing deeply to her. He'd always seen her as a hot crush fueling his impulses. Now, he respected her from the heart—truly as a teacher.
"Hey, sit down already!"
Liu Yan flushed crimson at his gesture, tugging him back down. Pouting playfully, "Don't make such a fuss—people will laugh. Just keep my words in mind. Zhang Li and I want to see real results."
The sales assistant returned with the receipt, smiling. "Ma'am, after discount, that's 499 yuan for the shoes. Please pay at the register."
Liu Yan stood, pulling five hundred-yuan bills from her bag and handing them to Ma Jun. "Pay for me, will you? I want to walk in them a bit more."
Ma Jun took the cash and receipt to the register. The line was long; ahead was a curvy mature woman in a red strapless dress, her round ass full and plump, legs sheathed in flesh-toned stockings—pure temptation. He got hard just looking, itching to grope. Then her receipt slipped; she bent to grab it, ass cheeks hiked high. Through her skirt hem, he glimpsed the panty-clad mound. His cock throbbed rigid.
People behind couldn't see her, yelling for him to move, shoving him forward.
Ma Jun stumbled, his fat cock spearing right into her ass crack, tip pressing her warm pussy lips through the fabric. She yelped, straightening to glare back. He froze mid-apology— it was Huang Guoxin's mom, Cao Meng.
Cao Meng recognized him too, surprise lighting her delicate features—exquisite, sultry eyes, flirty brows. "Ma Jun? What are you doing here? Skipping lunch at home?"
Caught off-guard in the supermarket, Ma Jun mumbled awkwardly, "Accompanying my cousin shopping. She's buying shoes; I'm paying."
He waved the receipt.
"Where's your cousin?"
Cao Meng scanned around, tense.
"She sent me to pay—said she'd browse more."
Ma Jun eyed her curiously. "Auntie Cao, you shopping too? Guoxin not home?"
"Guoxin's at his aunt's for lunch. I was bored alone, so I came out."
Cao Meng shrugged helplessly, then grinned at him. "Ma Jun, come over this weekend, yeah? Auntie'll cook for you."
Her shy, seductive smile said it all—she wanted to fuck again. He nodded.
Her turn came; she handed over her receipt, then snatched Ma Jun's, passing both to the cashier. "Ring these together."
"Auntie Cao, that's not right."
He reached for it. "I've got money—my cousin gave it to me."
"Silly boy, save it for yourself."
She gripped his arm softly. "No need to be polite with Auntie. You're Guoxin's buddy—a pair of shoes ain't much. Don't fight me on it."
"Really, Auntie, no. I'll pay my own."
Ma Jun's face heated. Nearly five hundred wasn't pocket change. He couldn't accept, especially since they were Liu Yan's—after Liu Yan caught him railing Cao Meng on the balcony, she'd been salty. If she learned Cao Meng paid? He'd be dead.
"Stubborn kid. Treating me like an outsider?"
Cao Meng's eyes welled up. "If you find me annoying, just say it. I won't cling."
She whimpered, sobbing softly despite the crowd. Ma Jun panicked—if Liu Yan saw... He grabbed her hand. "Auntie Cao, don't cry! Fine, you win. Please stop—cops'll nab me as a perv!"
"You brat, talking nonsense."
She laughed through tears, wiping her eyes with a pout. "No one calls themselves a perv. Police are cracking down hard—don't joke like that."
Shu Meiyu's supermarket grope by thugs had reached criminal police captain Wang Tianyu, then the bureau chief. The old chief's daughter nearly assaulted in broad daylight? Scandalous. He raged, calling an emergency meet—crackdown on hoodlums.
Stations got orders: screen suspects in a week, smash harassment rings. Thugs flooded detention; connected ones vanished. Gu County cleaned up; folks cheered. Ma Jun and Liu Yan had noticed the usual creeps gone.
Paid up, Cao Meng wanted to meet his "cousin." Ma Jun demurred. "No need—you don't know her."
"First time's awkward, second's fine. You'll introduce us."
She dragged him back to the shoe counter.
Ma Jun trailed reluctantly. That day, hair hid Cao Meng's face; Liu Yan focused on him—maybe she hadn't ID'd her. He'd play it by ear.
No Liu Yan at shoes or nearby. He sighed relief. "Cousin might've gone downstairs. I'll find her—you browse."
"Nah, too crowded. What if she comes back and panics?"
Cao Meng smiled. "We'll wait here. Keep me company."
Helpless, Ma Jun followed to a lingerie counter. Cao Meng grabbed a sexy lace bra. "Ma Jun, pretty?"
He'd never shopped lingerie with a woman; the assistant eyed them. Awkward, "Pick what you like, Auntie. I don't know."
She giggled at his blush, browsing solo. Spotting novel black lace, eyes lit. "How much?"
"Ma'am, new style—only one left. 888 yuan. Try it?"
Jackpot—rich housewife, designer clothes, eyeing the priciest. Gush mode.
"Sure. Fitting room?"
Cao Meng eyed it, tempted. She loved sexy lingerie, posing mirror-side to kill lonely nights. Closet overflowed, mostly one-wears. Weekend with Ma Jun? New set for him.
Assistant led to a fitting room. Cao Meng handed Ma Jun her bag, took the lingerie in. They waited outside; she smiled. "Cute—your auntie's gorgeous, looks your sis's age. How old? Eighteen?"
Ma Jun sighed. "Fifteen, high school freshman."
His height fooled folks into high school senior guesses.
"So tall already! Thought college-bound."
Chatting, new customers arrived; she rushed over. Business bunches.
"Server!"
Cao Meng called from inside—trouble? Ma Jun glanced at busy assistant. "Auntie Cao, she's occupied. Need something?"
"Perfect—you come in."
She cracked the door, yanking him inside, slamming it. Ma Jun's nosebleed hit: Cao Meng near-naked, black lace barely covering her hot mature curves. Bra strained over full round tits, thrusting them higher. Thong? Crotchless—puffy lips teasing. Smooth back, perky ass bare. Like nude, but those straps added wicked allure. No wonder pricey—hubby-killer.
He gulped. "Auntie Cao, what is it?"
Back-hook bra; one clasp stuck, unreachable. Called for help; he was it.
Behind her, he tweaked the strap. Perfect view: overflowing soft tits, pink areolas peeking. Itch central; cock surged. Such a seductive vixen.
Cao Meng admired mirror-drunk, cupping her sexy orbs, wiggling her pale plump ass with a giggle. "Ma Jun, hot in this? Super sexy, right? No drooling."
Unlike Li Wen's bold slutty vibe, Cao Meng's seduction was natural, hypnotic—no faking, pure tease.
"Auntie Cao, you're stunning. You make anything look good."
Ma Jun gawked. Her skin whiter than most; black lace glowed it snow-pure. Petite, fairy-tale princess under lights—dazzling, breath-stealing. Captivated by this bombshell mom.
"Sweet talker—but Auntie believes you mean it."
His sincerity melted her; blushing, she closed in, eyes deep. "Little Jun, Auntie likes you—so much. These days without you, empty ache. Seeing you? Heart racing. Feel it."
She pressed his hand to her full breast, baring her soul.
Since bedding her son's classmate, Cao Meng wrestled guilt—craved the thrill, but hated being just a horny hole. Body lust fixable; heart void? Not. Early marriage, devoted wife. Son born, doted endlessly. He rebelled, mother-fix exposed; she backed off. Hubby absent; adrift. Ma Jun? Anchor.
Tall, handsome, manly—like young hubby, satisfying her womanly needs. His innocent smile, flustered post-jerk-off bust? Motherly urge to nurture this shy hunk.
Missing him gutted her. Market runs: his faves. Chores: wishing him there. Nights: tossing, craving his strong arms.
She was hooked—his grin, blush, scent, hug, that death-defying cock.
School visit? Son risk. Suppressed. Today, supermarket solace—bam, him. No holds barred.
Her tender confession, sultry face moved Ma Jun—guilt too. He'd lusted pure, body toy like Li Wen's—discardable slut. Even planned distance post-Liu Yan warning.
Now? Ashamed. She sought emotional haven; he just wanted to fuck and dump. He hugged her feverish body. "Auntie, I like you too. Weekend, I'm there."
She melted into him, gazing up, arms looping his neck, eyes fluttering shut. Cheeks flushed, lashes quivering—irresistible. He claimed her soft lips, tongue plunging, tangling her slick one, guzzling sweet saliva like nectar.
"Little Jun... Auntie can't breathe."
Crushed tit-to-chest, his kiss overwhelmed; she broke free, gasping, face aflame.
He spared her lips, nuzzling her elegant neck, tonguing sensitive earlobe. Hands roamed her silky back to plush ass, kneading. Li Wen firmer; Cao Meng's cotton-soft, addictive.
Her skin flawless, pampered—no makeup needed, satin-smooth. Ass velvet; he couldn't stop. Nightly spooning this? Peak life. Hubby fool to neglect; her devotion? Unthinkable to betray.
"Little Jun, stop touching—Auntie's soaked."
Flushed, breathy, eyes watery lust, she squirmed. Whisper-tease: "Pussy dripping. Check."
His hand dove between thighs—thong sodden. Shit—ruined it. Gotta buy now. No tag check; pricey sure. Nervous: "Auntie Cao, take off the panties? Save the stain."
Misread, she shy-pouted. "Naughty—want to fuck here? Fitting room—caught, disaster."
Eyes hungry, tempted, coy.
Ma Jun blinked—ambiguous words. No resistance? Thrill spike. Office with Zhang Li, home with Cao—no public. Strangers outside? Tense-exhilarating. Cock sky-high, poking her belly.
"Brat, no playing."
Feeling its heat, she shivered, fake-glaring. "Hide that monster—Auntie needs to change."
Her hand stroked it through pants, arousal blooming.
Her touch on his raging rod, coy-hot-mom act? Lust exploded. Feigned pout: "Auntie, please—I'm dying. Help, or they'll laugh walking out like this."
"Take you? Incorrigible."
She felt his need mirroring hers; she'd dragged him in—fair. Squatted, yanked pants down. Cock bobbed; she gripped base, lips engulfing half. Full? Gagged on head.
Prim housewife slurping his meat, slut-faced? Thrilling. He shallow-thrusted her warm mouth. Li Wen pro; Cao clumsy—teeth nicked, pain zings. Cock wilted-rehardened; no cum-edge.
Minutes in, jaws ached; still rigid. Spat it out, pouting. "Why no cum? Jaw wrecked."
Rubbed cheeks—beast taxing.
Clean freak; hubby's pleas yielded reluctant BJs, resented. Ma Jun's first? Eager, no disgust. Why? Fate? Soulmate compromise—son once, now him.
She quit; cock loomed. "Now what? Worse off."
Purple head worried her—bad to blue-ball. Grit teeth, turned, wall-braced, ass up, thong yanked. Dripping pussy winked. "Naughty, fuck Auntie’s slutty cunt."
Ma Jun aimed, grinding tip till slick. Spread lips—
Knock. Assistant: "Ma'am, done trying?"
Freeze. Timing suck. Pulled back; Cao clamped thighs. Snippy: "I'll call when ready. Ignored me earlier—wait outside."
"Sorry, other customers. Take your time."
Rich bitch—don't piss off; big spend.
Steps faded; Cao grinned. "Alone now. Fuck me—can't wait."
Desperate, he slammed in—squelch. Flooded; he gripped pale ass, pounding. Slaps echoed with her muffled moans.
Cao Meng gasped, tits swinging, pussy stuffed blissed. Eyes shut, lip-bit, savoring teen-fuck frenzy.
Ma Jun clutched her plush body, pistoning like mounting a horny mare—
Familiar voice outside. Terror struck.