When Louie returned to the apartment, it was already past eleven in the evening. As he entered the living room, Bessie's bedroom door opened, and Bessie, wearing a plaid pajama, appeared at the doorway.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Louie, with a hint of alcohol on his breath, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door.
"Sir, I... I need to talk to you," Bessie hesitated.
"Oh, alright." Louie replied, sitting on the living room sofa. Bessie quickly poured a glass of water for Louie and placed it on the glass coffee table in front of him, standing somewhat awkwardly beside him. Her hands were nervously rubbing together, and her loose hair fell on both sides of her face, partially covering one side.
"Sit down, why are you standing?" Louie, seeing that Bessie had something on her mind, patted the space next to him on the sofa, signaling Bessie to sit.
Bessie sat down slowly beside Louie. She avoided looking directly at him, keeping her gaze on the coffee table in front of her, and hesitantly said, "Sir... Mr. Louie, I... I don't want to work here anymore."
Louie was momentarily surprised, and the water cup he had just picked up was placed back on the coffee table. Puzzled, he asked, "What's wrong? Is it because of the salary, or is the work too tiring?"
Bessie shook her head and said, "It's neither."
"Then you found a better job?"
Again, Bessie shook her head, speaking softly, "No."
Now Louie was even more confused. Why would Bessie suddenly want to quit when everything seemed fine? Was it because of that incident? Even though Louie was a bit tipsy, his mind connected the dots.
Seeming to summon her courage, Bessie finally raised her head, looking at Louie, and said, "Mr. Louie, I know you're a good person, and you've been kind to me. I've been very happy here, but I miss my family, so I want to go back home."
"I doubt that's the real reason." Louie smiled, leaning back on the sofa, crossing his legs, and said, "I think there's something you're not telling me. I don't like it when people lie to me."
Panicking, Bessie explained, "Mr. Louie, I really don't want to deceive you. I just don't want to make things difficult for you. I know I did something wrong, and Mr. Louie is a good person, even though you didn't like it and didn't say anything."
"What do you mean?" Louie asked.
Blushing, Bessie raised her head and looked at Louie, saying, "That night, in bed... what happened, you... you saw it. You must be angry, or else you wouldn't come back so late every day. I... I know what I did was wrong, so after thinking for a long time, I decided to leave."
"Oh, that incident. I had already forgotten about it. As for coming back late, it's not because I'm angry, but because I have things to attend to," Louie explained.
"I've made up my mind," Bessie lifted her head, looking at Louie, and said, "I know I did something wrong, so I should bear the consequences. I don't want to continue like this. I... I can't keep doing this every day." Towards the end, Bessie's voice trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Louie reached out and hugged Bessie's shoulders, comforting her, "Alright, I don't know what you're blaming yourself for, but if you want to leave, I won't stop you. However, I believe that as long as a person is willing to endure hardships, there's nothing to fear. Besides, you're still young, and opportunities abound. If you need any help, just let me know."
Louie's attempt at comforting only seemed to intensify Bessie's crying. Her body trembled violently, and she wept, saying, "Mr. Louie, please don't be so good to me. I'm bad, really bad."
"Why do you say that about yourself? I see you as honest and hardworking. If someone like you is considered bad, then there would be no good people left in the world," Louie patted Bessie's back with his right hand, smiling, "I believe that good deeds will be rewarded."
"Mr. Louie, you don't understand," Bessie finally lifted her head, her teary eyes looking at Louie, and she said, "I often... often think about you at night, and... and you..." Bessie couldn't continue, and she knelt in front of Louie with a thud. "Mr. Louie, you've been so good to me, and I still did that. I'm really sorry."
Louie's heart trembled as he looked at Bessie's voluptuous mature body. Unexpectedly, a wave of excitement surged within him. He couldn't believe that Bessie considered him an object of her fantasies. Louie, slightly intoxicated, reached out to lift Bessie, his right hand encircling her ample waist, pulling her into his embrace. Bessie's eyes briefly showed a hint of panic, and she dared not meet Louie's gaze. Her entire body seemed to melt in his arms.
Louie held Bessie, softly saying, "Bessie, having feelings for someone is not wrong. I've never blamed you. You're still young and can find someone better. So, you've done nothing wrong."
"You don't blame me?" Bessie couldn't believe it, "I .... I don't know why, but really hope to meet you."
"You little fool, it's because I helped you and you just have gratitude in your heart for me." Louie said.
"No, I'm sure I don't feel that way. I have never felt this way about a man since my husband died. I...." Bessie was so shy that she buried her head in Louie's arms, her right hand on Louie's shoulder, and her whole body trembled.
Louie felt Bessie's plump puffy breasts touching his chest softly, and his lust flared up all of a sudden. He lifted Bessie's chin with his hand, looked at Bessie's face which was full of the seductive flavour of a mature woman, and couldn't help kissing her. This is like igniting dry wood, Bessie recklessly embraced Louie's neck, her lips pressed tightly on those long-desired lips.
Bessie's entire body felt on fire as her long suppressed desire was ignited. The taste of the male stimulated her head to go blank, even for a moment, just a moment was enough. Bessie's whole body longed for Louie's caresses, and she wriggled desperately against Louie's thighs.
Louie did not expect the quiet Bessie would be so crazy, he was also infected by Bessie's hot desire, his right hand unbuttoned Bessie's nightgown, and pressed Bessie, who was only in her underwear, under his body.
Louie is also suppressed for a long time desire, the arousal of the desire can not be released. This time he met Bessie, it can be said that the dry wood meets the fire, the two kissed passionately, Bessie's pink skin soon left Louie's handprints.
As their lips parted, Bessie let out a pleasant moan. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms tightly around Louie's neck.
"Mr Louie, I like you, I know I'm not good enough for you, but just once, if I can be with you this one time, I won't regret it no matter what the cost." Bessie mumbled in her mind, as she let out a moan of pleasure, Louie once again ambled his lips and kissed her.