"Oh my! This is too explosive." I exclaimed.
But deep down, Matthew was a man who could have sex with Fiona outdoors.
What was the big deal about being affectionate in a bar where you could have sex with someone you liked?
Grace asked, "Stop pretending. You've been working part-time at that bar for so long, haven't you seen Matthew with other women before?"
"I have seen it," I nodded calmly, recalling what happened when I worked part-time at the bar before.
"At that time, when I got off work, because my figure was burly and needed a custom-made uniform, the manager stayed to take my measurements. When I left, I saw Matthew personally driving to pick her up after work. And then another time, out of curiosity, I followed them. I found out that Matthew took her directly to a park at that time, seemed like they were having sex there, even the car was shaking," I vividly described it, as if telling a story.
I thought Grace would come over to gossip with me, but instead, my chest took a solid punch from her.
Grace glared at me and scolded, "What's wrong with you, man? Mia is your teacher, why didn't you help her? You caught her fiancé cheating, why did you just stand by? You coward! Even if you don't want to get involved in this matter, you can hint her, right? Then she might've made a mental preparation in advance, and by the way, she wouldn't have happened to such an accident!"
"What?" My pupils suddenly dilated, and then I incredulously asked, "Accident? What accident?"
Grace explained, "Last night, Mia happened to lose control of her emotions, and that she hit a tree while driving, and now she's injured and treated in the hospital."
Mia was so harsh on herself? But Mia didn't seem like the type to sacrifice herself for a man.
"Is she seriously injured? I may go and visit her after work," I said with a heartache.
After all, Mia was considered my woman now. How could I bear to see my woman get hurt?
"Now you care about her? Where were you earlier? If you had told her about this earlier, she wouldn't have had an accident!" Grace glanced at me coldly.
Grace seemed to attribute all of Mia's misfortune to my indifference, and even my concerns for her, she considered them fake.
I felt somewhat wronged and embarrassed, explaining, "It's not my fault. I didn't even know that Matthew was her fiancé. She only mentioned that her fiancé was on a business trip. I even thought Matthew and Fiona were a couple! Or maybe just two lovers who like to have sex."
Grace didn't say anything, staring at me for a while, as if she couldn't see any signs of guilt in my eyes.
After a long sigh, her tone gradually softened, "Alright, but she's your teacher after all, so you should go to visit her after work."
After that, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, leaning back with her hands behind her, shifting her weight backward.
Grace was wearing a white shirt today, with traces of a bra inside the shirt, her chest looking very full, as if her breasts were about to burst out.
On her lower body, it was a black leather mini skirt, and as she leaned back, the hem of the skirt rolled up a bit, exposing the roots of her thighs, with some shadows between her legs, I always felt like her pussy was beckoning to me from inside.
I sat on the chair behind her, rolled forward a few steps, and my face was right in front of her abdomen.
I looked up, smiling at her, "Now that we've sorted out Ms. Taylor's situation, it's time for me to get to know you better, right?"
"How do you want to get to know me?" Grace asked in confusion.
As she spoke, her legs were also involuntarily squeezing together.
She knew very well what I wanted to know and how to find out. She was asking me just to maintain her dignity.
"What do you think? You have me, so why go to a bar to find male companionship? Are those men better in bed than me?" I asked in a low, jealous voice, sounding ethereal, as if jealous. Which brought a lot of excitement to Grace.
The degree to which her legs squeezed together increased significantly, and if nothing unexpected happened, she should have already started to get wet.
Seeing Grace not saying anything, I put one hand on her knee, slowly moving up, slipping into her skirt, pausing in front of her underwear.
"Say something, why are you ignoring me?" I urged her.
"They... those men are not better than you." Grace's voice lacked confidence, as if a woman was caught cheating by her husband.
"If they're not better than me, why do you go to them? Am I not satisfying you?" I added.
My hand had already slipped into her panties from the side of her leg, the soft feeling enveloping my fingers, as if I had entered a warm furnace.
I gently flicked her clitoris, and it trembled sharply.
Grace's voice trembled, "I... I didn't mean to... I just saw an ad on my phone... I was curious... so I went to see..."
I pretended to be jealous and huffed, "So you still found other men, right?"
Grace quickly explained, "No! When I saw Matthew and Fiona having sex, I walked away. I wanted to inform Mia, but I couldn't reach her."
It seemed that in Grace's mind, colleagues were more important than desires.
I smirked, "Good, that's my girl, now let me satisfy you properly."
After that, I slowly pushed up her skirt.
Grace cooperatively stepped on my thigh, lifting her buttocks for a moment, and I took the opportunity to push her skirt up to her waist, revealing her entire fair thigh, and the full pussy wrapped in only panties.
There was a damp part on the surface of her panties, wet with arousal.
I pressed right at the entrance of her pussy, a small piece of fabric from her panties sinking into the entrance, able to absorb some of the wetness.
Oh my god, visually and tactilely, this erotic scene was so intense.
Grace shifted her weight back significantly, her buttocks unconsciously moving forward a bit, and my finger, which had been at the entrance of her pussy, suddenly inserted a bit inside.
Her pussy tightly sucked my finger, as if a starving child, eagerly sucking.
The tight and pleasurable feeling was like being electrified, spreading from my finger to every corner of my body, making me feel like I was melting into her bloodstream.
I had to say, a woman's pussy was truly magical. Just a few days without having sex with her, and her pussy returned to the tightness I felt when I first had her, so tight that I felt like my finger could hardly go in.
I exclaimed, "Such a tight pussy... feels so good..."
As I teased her, I slowly inserted my finger into her pussy.
In no time, her pussy swallowed my finger completely.
While teasing her, I used my finger to penetrate her pussy.