A Secret Temptation
Yuri picked up the phone and dialed Yumi. “Hello?”
“Oh, Yuri.”
“What are you up to, sis?”
“Yeah, I just finished the manuscript and was about to send it to headquarters. Why?”
“Nothing. Just calling.”
“How dull. I’ll come over to play this weekend.”
“Okay, sounds good. I’ll let you go since you’re busy.”
“Alright.”
Yuri returned to her seat, her face clouded with worry.
“Something wrong? Do you really have to go?” Hyun-soo asked, his eyes filled with concern as he studied her.
“No, it’s nothing. Let’s just drink.” Yuri grabbed the beer bottle and took several long gulps.
Mei danced beside the table to the music, swaying her hips playfully. “Sis, come dance! You too, boss.”
“No, I can’t dance.”
“Come on, stop making excuses. Sis, get up!”
Yuri set down her beer and stood. Hyun-soo watched her with eager eyes. The soft waves of the music seemed to caress Yuri’s sensual body. Even her smallest movements made him feel a sudden thirst. He sipped his beer but couldn’t tear his gaze from Mei and Yuri.
“Wow, sis, you used to party a lot, didn’t you? That’s no joke.”
“Hoho, I did, back before I met Su-heon. Hoho.”
With alcohol flowing and music pulsing through the space, the unpleasant events of the afternoon had already faded. Yuri and Mei danced to the rhythm, moving farther from the table. Hyun-soo leaned back, leisurely enjoying the sight of the two women. Their outfits—typical career-woman attire, dark two-piece suits and high heels—looked strangely seductive under the lights. Yuri’s sleek legs were wrapped in black band stockings, and the side slits of her skirt rode up with every move, flashing glimpses of her thighs. The hem of her stockings peeked out, contrasting sharply with the pale skin above.
While Hyun-soo was lost in the view, the two women were suddenly led onto the stage by a pair of men. They drifted out of his sight. He lit a cigarette and exhaled a long sigh.
“Oh my, they’re really coming on strong, aren’t they, sis?”
“They are. These young guys… hoho.”
The two men pressed close, subtly grinding against them as they guided the women toward the stage. Yuri felt a rare sense of freedom, a refreshing openness in her chest that made her let everything go. On the central stage, she and Mei danced face-to-face while the men closed in from behind, their bodies rubbing against them. The men’s cocks brushed lightly over their asses—firm, insistent. Yuri surrendered to the thrill, dancing with abandon. At some point Mei disappeared, pushed into a far corner of the stage. She caught Yuri’s eye, raised a fist, and mouthed an enthusiastic “Fighting!” Yuri burst out laughing.
The deafening music, the pleasant buzz of alcohol, and the touch of a complete stranger made Yuri’s body grow hotter. She boldly pushed her hips back, feeling the man’s cock press against her. Encouraged, he thrust forward more boldly. His hot breath grazed the nape of her neck.
“Wanna play with me tonight?”
The voice was unmistakably young. A smile spread across Yuri’s face. She turned her head slightly and called out loudly, “How old do you think I am?”
The man’s lips brushed her neck. “I don’t know. How old?”
Yuri grew even hotter at the ticklish, thrilling sensation. “Guess.”
The moment she spoke, his hands slid around her waist. Their bodies pressed closer, movements slowing as they focused on feeling each other. His hand traveled from her waist down to her lower belly, then lower still. Over the stockings, his touch climbed higher. Her skirt rose with it until his fingers met bare thigh. Yuri felt a rush of wetness spill out.
“Haang.” She tilted her head back against his shoulder, letting out a soft moan. His lips covered hers without hesitation. The fresh, youthful scent of him dulled her reason. All that existed was this moment—the pounding music, this man whose hands roamed gently over her while he kissed her.
It was a different kind of pleasure from raw, intense sex. His lips sucked softly on her tongue, then moved to her earlobe.
“Aang.” Her quiet moan was swallowed by the noise. Growing bolder, Yuri let her moans escape more freely. He sucked on her earlobe while kneading her thigh—gentle yet electric. Her skirt rode higher. She wondered if her panties were visible by now. Opening her eyes halfway, she glanced around. The club was packed, bodies pressed together under dim lights and thunderous sound. No one paid her any attention.
Her eyes fluttered shut again. Suddenly her mouth opened wide and a sharp cry escaped. “Hahk.” The man’s fingers had slipped past her panties and pushed into her entrance. Yuri squeezed her thighs together, trying to trap his hand, while his other palm cupped and squeezed her breast through her blouse. Kissing along her neck and earlobe, he whispered against her ear.
“You’re really wet. Your body’s incredible.”
His soft whisper sent another surge of heat through her. “Aang, haang, what do I do, aang, haang.”
More wetness coated his fingers as they stirred inside her. He must have felt the heat. Yuri rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tongue slid out to lick his earlobe.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she whispered lewdly into his ear. In that moment, Yuri was no longer a mother or a wife—just a female body that heated up easily. The man turned and sucked on her tongue again. His hand left her breast and slid down to her ass. He kneaded it, then pulled her panties aside and rubbed his hot cock against her. She hadn’t even noticed when he’d taken it out. The swollen head pressed against her anus. Breathing hard, he pulled her tongue deeper into his mouth. Yuri reached back and grasped his shaft—average size but burning hot and rock-hard. She moaned loudly into his kiss.
She wanted to take that scorching cock inside her right away.
“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling back to look at her. Under the lights she saw his face clearly—a handsome young man with delicate features.
“Yuri.”
“Want to get out of here?”
“I… ah, no, I can’t.”
She had almost followed him as if under a spell.
“Why?”
“I have people with me.”
He stared at her for a long moment. His fingers were still moving inside her, now pressing firmly on her clit. Her eyes slid shut, lips parting. His tongue invaded her mouth again. His cock kept nudging at her rear entrance. Yuri clung to him greedily, sucking on his tongue.
I want to suck it. His cock. If he fucks me with this, I think I’ll go crazy.
Right now she felt ready to accept anything he did. She wanted that burning shaft inside her immediately. Then, suddenly, both his fingers and cock withdrew. He lifted his head, pulled her skirt back down, and wrapped his arms around her from behind once more. The abrupt change made Yuri anxious.
“Why? Are you mad?”
She rubbed her ass against his cock in frustration and turned to lick his neck. Grabbing his hand, she pressed it to her breast, her expression pleading. The man looked down at her, smiling as she licked his neck and acted coy.
“You’ve got a great body, Yuri.”
“Do you want it?”
“Yeah. But the music just ended.”
The song stopped. The DJ’s voice rang out and the flashing lights dimmed slightly. Yuri slipped out of his arms and straightened her clothes. He turned her around by the waist and kissed her on the lips.
“I had fun, Yuri.”
She hurried back to the table, face flushed with embarrassment. Only moments ago she had been writhing in a stranger’s arms, her pussy and breasts being fingered and groped, yet now she looked as if nothing had happened.