Jar Of Hearts

I would never have thought I would see my ex-wife, Aspen Lynn, near a nightclub. A few years back, she cheated on me. Once her affair was discovered, she decided to divorce me and leave our son behind. With the help of my parents, I was able to raise my son, who was in his third grade of primary school. My family took out all of their savings and bought me a second-hand taxi to make ends meet. I have been using it since then to make a living. I was just picking up work tonight outside a random nightclub. Then unexpectedly, I saw her: Aspen Lynn and a couple of young men coming out of that very same nightclub. She was wearing heavy make-up and skimpy clothes, while the two men behind her were wearing suits but looked a bit sketchy. They were looking around as if they were searching for something or someone. I quickly looked away to avoid being spotted. I had no intention of letting that snobbish woman see me in this miserable state. After a few seconds, they left the place in a rush. Coincidentally, I was looking at the public seats near the door of the nightclub and saw a woman leaning in one of the seats in the dark. Her frame was slim, and she was wearing professional clothing. Is she the one Aspen’s group had been looking for just now? An idea passed through my mind. I drove the car closer and called out in a low voice, "Hey, gorgeous. Do you need a ride?" She did not respond, so I called out again. Still, there was no movement. Thus, I dared to approach her and check if she was doing okay. She reeked of alcohol and seemed to have thrown up. However, I did not feel uncomfortable because I was used to the smell. “It looks like this lady has had too much to drink,” I said to myself. I was planning to leave, but then I suddenly got a glimpse of her chest as her top slipped down a bit. My heart started to race in excitement. So big and so white… In that instant, I found myself unable to move. I looked around cautiously and saw that no one was near me. So, I boldly touched the woman’s bare and slim shoulder and lowered my voice as I called out again. “Hey beauty, wake up.” The feel of her skin under my hand made me feel like my body had been electrocuted. It’s so smooth. Mmm… This time she woke up. With a little disappointment, I quickly withdrew my hand. Then suddenly, she reached out and pulled me closer. In a breathy voice, she whispered, "Send… send me home, quickly…" She must have exhausted all of her strength just to say that because she collapsed soon after on the chair. At that moment, I got a good look at her through the dim street light. What an attractive and exquisite-looking girl! I thought she only had a great body, but looking at her now, her appearance was no less than that of any celebrity. I had so many beautiful girls before, but this woman was undoubtedly the most beautiful out of all of them. I subconsciously licked my lips when my eyes fell on her busty breasts again. Under her work clothes, her tantalizing mounds were even more prominent. With the constant rise and fall as she breathed, it stirred my trembling heart again and again that even I had difficulty in breathing. Perhaps because she was so plastered, her cheeks were visibly red, making her more attractive than ever. Even though it was inappropriate, I could not resist touching her bare shoulders again as I asked, “Babydoll, where do you live?” She struggled to open her eyes, rubbed her temples, and said with difficulty, “The Gentle… the Gentle Gardens…” The Gentle Gardens? My eyes widened when she said that. That was a wealthy and prominent subdivision in our small town, which ordinary people could not even dare to dream of living in. I responded, "Alright! Do you need my help in standing up?" She thought for a moment, shook her head languidly, but then said softly, "Yes..." Hearing her consent, I was only too glad to wrap my arm over her shoulder and grab her under her armpits. I deliberately pressed one hand under her soft and bouncy breast and lifted her up with force. I was simply trying to get a sense of the smoothness of her sensual curves, but I never anticipated her to be so weak. Her body tilted forward as soon as she stood up, as if she was about to tumble. “Oh s**t,” I thought as I daringly reached out with my left hand and put it on her breasts to keep her from falling. As her ample bosom pressed against my hand, I could not help but open my left hand to grope them more subtly. It’s so soft! So big! It’s too big for one hand to hold! I stole a glance to see her reaction and saw she was even more flushed than before. I did not move to help her up, even though I was sweating on the inside. Instead, I allowed her to lean on my shoulder with no intention to take my hand off at all. My right hand stayed pressed intentionally over the bottom of her breast and continued to feel the exquisite softness while making sure she did not notice. As I guided her carefully into the back of the taxi, she slumped back drowsily on the seat. She was wearing a super short skirt, and from my angle, I could vaguely see what she was wearing underneath. The color seemed to be purple… Taking a deep breath, I forced down this animalistic urge to part her legs and push my raging hard-on inside her. I started the vehicle in this agitated state and drove slowly toward the Gentle Gardens. Ten minutes or so later, I was at the entrance of the Gentle Gardens community. Because I often drove customers over here, the security guard of this community and I were pretty much familiar with each other. Once he saw that it was me, he looked at the woman in the backseat and knew that I was only bringing home one of the tenants of this subdivision. Thus, without saying a word, he opened the gate. It was already past midnight. The neighborhood was quiet, and the lights were dim. I drove the car to the parking area and got out to take a look at the woman in the backseat. She obviously had not sobered up yet as she was still leaning there as helpless as ever. I tried waking her up since I did not know where exactly her place was, but there was no response. I tapped her arm again, and this time she answered, "The key to my house is in the bag... my door number is there..." I nodded in response, took out her door key, and it really did have her place written on it: Building 8, Floor 23, Unit 2. Coincidentally, building eight was right next to us. So holding the key, I helped her out of the car. The elevator was just a few steps from the entrance, but she passed out before we could even go inside the building. Her whole body leaned on me as she was completely unconscious. My right hand went under her armpit, making my palm rest directly on her right breast. Ah, it’s so big, so bouncy, and so soft. I could not imagine how happy her husband or boyfriend must be to be able to touch these sinfully sexy t**s every night as they sleep. As that thought passed through, I could not help but grope her again more firmly. “Mmm,” the woman reacted a little, causing my heart to tremble in anxiousness as I hurriedly let go. I had it all figured out. If she had felt that and complained about it, I would just pretend I did not know what she was talking about and muddle my way through it. Luckily, she did not seem to have noticed. I quickly used her key to open the building entrance door, then helped her into the elevator and pressed the button for the twenty-third floor. By now, she was conscious but unsteady on her feet. She was gagging slightly as if she wanted to vomit. Fortunately, I was prepared for such an occasion as I took out a plastic bag from my pocket. After a while, it turned out to be just a false alarm. Seeing how she was bent over and about to faceplant in the elevator, all I could do was turn her around to face me which placed my hands to rest firmly over her round and full ass. This position caused her lewd breasts to push up directly on my chest. They rubbed against me softly, and I could slightly feel her perky n*****s through the clothing. My c**k had long since stood at attention, straining hard against her lower body. It had been years since I had felt a woman this close. I was worried that at any moment now I would no longer be able to control myself. My eyes were fixated on this woman who was causing me this immense torture. Finally, we reached the twenty-third floor. I steered her toward unit two and rang the doorbell. We waited for a while, but no one opened the door. Fortunately, the door had a fingerprint lock, so I shamelessly took the woman’s right hand and pressed her thumb against the lock. As luck would have it, her right thumb was what I needed to open the door. I helped her into the house and fumbled around for the lights. Closing the door behind me, I moved and placed her on the sofa in the living room. All of these actions tired me a little. Pausing for a while to catch my breath, I took a closer look at the place. It was a small two-bedroom apartment containing a hall, one bathroom, and one kitchen. "Water… water..." the woman called out breathlessly a few times. I looked around to find the fridge in the kitchen and took out a pitcher of water. Grabbing a glass, I poured some for her to drink. Just as I was about to ask her for the fare and leave, she suddenly grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t go!”