Just as I slipped them on, I heard a faint gurgling sound coming from her pussy. When I touched her underwear, some semen leaked out.
"Don't take it off before you shower tonight," I ordered.
"Got it, how did you get this kink," Sophia shot me a slightly annoyed look. "Do you realize that your semen in my underwear constantly teases and tempts me?"
"Really? Then think of it as me seducing you." I lifted her chin with my finger, leaned in close, and said, "I just love seeing you want me but not getting me."
Then I let go of her chin and reached for the door handle. "I'll go out first and check if anyone's around. Keep an eye on your phone. If it's clear, I'll text you."
"Got it," Sophia said, adjusting her clothes.
I cracked the door open, slipped out quickly, and closed it behind me.
I walked out of the restroom like nothing happened, stood at the sink washing my hands, and used the mirror to check the surroundings.
Seeing no one around, I quickly dried my hands, pulled out my phone, and texted Sophia. [Come out quick, the coast is clear.]
Right after I sent the message, I heard the door to the men's room open, so I turned and left.
Once I saw Sophia had made it out, I breathed a sigh of relief and left the restroom.
As soon as I stepped into the lobby, I spotted Selene wandering around, looking for something.
I walked up to her, "Ms. Peterson, are you looking for something? Need help?"
Selene looked up, and our eyes met.
I noticed she seemed a bit tipsy, her gaze a little hazy.
I leaned in and caught a whiff of alcohol. Even though it was the expensive kind, it was still strong.
She must've had quite a bit. She muttered, "No, I was looking for you. Where'd you disappear to? I've been searching everywhere."
I quickly came up with an excuse. "I... I was in the restroom. I had a bit too much to drink, and felt queasy, so I went to throw up."
"If you can't handle your liquor, don't drink. Come have dinner with me, no need to drink on my account." Selene's confident tone instantly put me at ease.
So this was what it felt like to be in a big shot's good graces?
"No one made me drink. I just don't usually drink much. Tonight, seeing all that alcohol, I got curious about the taste," I explained, making up another excuse.
Selene leaned in closer, her slightly red eyes squinting, sizing me up without saying a word for a long time.
Even tipsy, she was a decisive businesswoman, and her gaze still had an intimidating edge, giving me the creeps.
Inside, I was panicking. 'Did she see through my lie?'
I had drunk a lot, and the smell of alcohol still clung to me, which wouldn't just vanish in twenty minutes.
And it seemed like Sophia didn't wear any perfume today, so even if we had sex up close, there shouldn't be any scent on me.
While Selene was giving me the once-over, my mind was racing, but I kept my cool on the outside.
I had one rule: as long as I didn't slip up, I wouldn't admit to anything.
"So you seldom drink, huh? Good boy, your sperm quality must be top-notch, right?" she suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?" I was instantly thrown off.
What was she getting at?
Weren't we just casual sex partners? As long as I could make her feel good, that was enough.
Why would she care about my sperm quality? Did that have something to do with sexual performance?
"It's okay, you're still young. It's normal not to understand." Selene smiled and lightly patted my cheek, making a crisp sound that only the two of us could hear.
I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't say a word. I kept replaying her words in my mind, trying to figure out what she meant.
Suddenly, I realized our physical contact seemed too intimate in public, so I quickly took a few steps back.
I gently reminded her, "Ms. Peterson, there are too many people around. Maybe we should keep some distance."
She said casually, "It's okay, they're almost all gone."
Only then did I notice that the lobby was nearly empty, and many of the lights had been turned off. We stood in the dimly lit room, with only a few amber lights by the window casting their glow on us, our shadows stretching across the floor.
I stepped back, and Selene stepped forward, closing the gap between us again.
Our shadows on the ground didn't show our age difference; instead, they seemed to exude an air of intimacy.
"It's getting late, let me take you back to the hotel to rest, okay?" I asked softly, with a hint of suggestion in my voice.
"Okay." She nodded sleepily.
At that moment, Sophia came out of the women's restroom, her blush had faded a lot. She must have gone there to calm down.
I immediately supported Selene and said to Sophia, "Sophia, Ms. Peterson has had too much to drink, please take her back to rest."
Sophia nodded, briefly glancing at my crotch as my cock was hard again when Selene mentioned sperm.
As I supported Selene, my hand accidentally brushed against her full breast. The softness of it against my hand completely ignited the desire within me.
Now I couldn't wait to have sex with Selene, to experience the wild feeling she brought me.
At that moment, Selene in front of me was no longer a businesswoman in her forties, but a mature and alluring woman.
I just wanted to savor her charm and essence!
Sophia was very tactful and didn't say much. She led the way to the parking lot, opened the back door, and watched us get in the car. Then she got in the driver's seat and drove.
She seemed to understand that I couldn't wait any longer, so she drove fast and steady, taking only ten minutes to reach the luxurious five-star hotel.