Travel (2)
Standing on the cold bathroom tiles, I pulled the competitive swimsuit from my bag with trembling hands.
I slipped my body into the tiny suit. Because this body had worn it before, it clung perfectly, molded to every inch.
The reflection in the mirror looked unfamiliar yet devastatingly provocative. Every place that needed covering was covered, yet the fabric traced the curves of my body without a single millimeter of mercy, laying them bare.
My breasts pushed out precariously along the sides of the suit. With every breath I drew, my chest swelled taut, the sheen of the fabric growing even more pronounced.
Am I really going out dressed like this?
Even as I asked myself the question, I reached for the bathroom doorknob as if entranced.
Click—
The moment I stepped into the living room, Choi Deok-hun’s gaze locked onto me head-on. He had been waiting, sunk deep into the sofa.
His upper body was already completely bare, flaunting the solid muscle of his massive frame. Beast-like eyes gleamed as they meticulously raked from my shoulders all the way down the line of my thighs.
“Suits you better than I expected. Clinging that tight…”
Choi Deok-hun murmured low and rose slowly from his seat. With every heavy step he took toward me, the chill of the bathroom vanished without a trace.
Hot heat began to well up inside the swimsuit that constricted me so tightly.
“Alright. I told you earlier, didn’t I? Time for the first workout.”
His enormous arm wrapped firmly around my shoulder, and the smooth material of the swimsuit transmitted every bit of his scorching body heat.
With each step toward the pool, the high-cut line of the swimsuit rode up over my hips, pulling the muscles of my thighs taut.
“Uncle, wait… I’m not ready yet…”
My frail resistance might as well have been silence. He never slowed his heavy stride. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows the blue-shimmering water drew closer, and the peculiar stillness of the sealed space closed around us.
“Preparation is my job. You just listen to me.”
Choi Deok-hun growled low and planted me at the pool’s edge. Lapping water filled my ears while his relentless gaze already dissected every curve hidden by the swimsuit.
“Let’s see those prize-winning swimming skills of yours from back in the day.”
His large hand pressed against my back—lightly, yet with irresistible force.
Splash—
I sank, then broke the surface again. Wet hair plastered itself across my face and blurred my vision.
The lukewarm pool water slipped between the swimsuit and my skin, making every contour of my body even more blatant.
Soaked, the competitive suit cinched tighter than before, and the rise and fall of my chest became impossible to hide.
“Haa… haa…”
I hooked my arms over the pool edge, breathing hard. Choi Deok-hun’s massive shadow fell over me as he looked down.
He sat on the rim, slowly tracing the white gleam of my legs underwater and the lines of the swimsuit.
“Skills haven’t gone rusty. Body’s still nice and flexible.”
His low voice mixed with the water’s echo and thrummed strangely in my ears. He reached out and stroked my wet cheek.
“But A-yeong, you stretch before you exercise, don’t you?”
His large hand lingered near the shoulder strap. The heat of his fingers through the wet fabric was vivid enough to raise goosebumps.
“Uncle… this place is too open.”
As if laughing at my weak protest, he crooked one corner of his mouth and leaned down to whisper against my ear.
“Nobody’s watching. Just you, me, and the sound of the water.”
He shoved his massive body fully into the water and pinned me hard against the pool wall.
“And so what if someone sees a little? We’re ‘lovers,’ aren’t we? Heh heh…”
“That’s not—”
“Not what… First…”
While the lapping water spun in my ears, he hooked my waist and lifted me onto the pool’s edge. My upper body rose free of the water; a strange heaviness settled in my chest.
“Alright. Stretching starts now. Let’s loosen this up first.”
His big hand seized the wet swimsuit fabric plastered to my breasts.
The rough grip through the thin cloth stole my breath. When his fingertip crushed and rolled the taut, swollen nipple, goosebumps raced over my whole body and my back arched on its own.
“Haa, Uncle… nngh!”
I tried to turn my face away in shame, but his other hand locked my chin in place. Instinctively I tried to wrap my legs around his submerged body.
“No. Not there.”
Choi Deok-hun caught my foot and hauled it up out of the water. He studied my leg for a moment.
“Looks slender, but damn firm.”
Then he guided it between his hard, scorching crotch.
“Gotta warm this up first. Didn’t I say I’d make you use everything you picked out at the mart?”
At his wicked order my face burned as if it would burst.
With trembling toes I carefully began to rub the heavy, already-swollen length that strained underwater. The searing heat, so different from the solid muscle of his thighs, traveled up through my sole and flooded my entire body.
“This is a whole new kind of fun. Now let’s stretch properly.”
He climbed out of the pool and roughly yanked the chest of my swimsuit open. The breasts that had been so tightly compressed sprang free into the air. As if he had been waiting for exactly that, Choi Deok-hun shoved his pants all the way down.
Then he forced the thick, upright length between the open swimsuit and my skin.
“Ah…! Uncle—haaahh!”
My body, still wet with lukewarm pool water, met his scorching flesh and produced a wet, squelching friction. The tight swimsuit made every sensation sharper.
Every time his cock twitched and rubbed up and down inside the suit, the swollen head bumped my nipples—thump, thump—on the way past.
“Haa, haa… Uncle, nngh! Here is—”
My half-screamed plea did nothing. Instead he grabbed the stretched shoulder strap with one hand and crushed my breasts even harder against his length.
“Feels better when it’s tight, doesn’t it? So springy and snug—glad I made you bring this.”
Wet skin and swimsuit fabric slapped together, the lewd sound echoing through the silent pool.
The elasticity of the suit made every thick vein feel as if it were being branded into the skin of my breasts.
“Ah, Uncle… haaahh! It’s really, really weird… My chest—my chest feels like it’s going to burst…!”
“Burst? We only just finished stretching.”
Choi Deok-hun fisted my wet hair, forced my head back, and crushed his mouth against mine. Breathless exchange of saliva mixed with the overwhelming bulk pressing against my lower belly.
My nails went white against the pool edge as I clung on, helplessly dragged into the swamp of sensation he poured into me.
The lower half of my body submerged in water was cold, yet the heat thrashing inside the swimsuit was hot enough to melt me completely.
Slap—slap—
Squelch—squelch—
The sounds of splashing water and skin meeting skin filled the small space. Thick steam and the faint scent of bath salts teased my nose.
“Nngh—ahh!”
Obscene friction echoed against the high ceiling of the pool villa, mixing with the jacuzzi’s bubbling water into a strange, dissonant harmony.
The space was narrower and more sealed than the pool; every rough breath he exhaled throbbed right against my ear.
“It feels so good… a little harder…!”
The shameless demand that burst from my own mouth made Choi Deok-hun chuckle low. That beastly laugh rode the steam and wrapped damply around us.
“Heh heh. You’re enjoying it completely now, A-yeong.”
He seized my waist as if he meant to break it and slammed his hips into me even more mercilessly.
My breasts swayed helplessly between the half-peeled top of the swimsuit; the waterlogged fabric pressed hard against my lower belly.
That pressure made the heavy bulk driving into me feel several times more vivid than usual.
Squelch, squelch—!
Water sloshed violently over the rim of the jacuzzi. The wet swimsuit and hot flesh rubbed together, the lewd sound spinning in my ears. Choi Deok-hun bit my earlobe hard and growled.
“Putting the swimsuit on you was the right call. That tight squeeze is first-class. Isn’t it?”
“Haaahh! Y-yes… it’s so full… I feel like I’m going to die…!”
I clung to his shoulders, arms locked around him. Wet skin made us stick together even more greedily.
Thud—thud—
Air escaped between our joined flesh with filthy little pops.
The gentle man from earlier in the day was gone. The creature in front of me now was a predator obsessed with owning and hollowing me out completely.
“Die? We’re only getting started. Half of what we bought at the mart has to get used today, right?”
He gripped my ass hard and snapped his hips in a final, brutal surge. Hot droplets of water sprayed across our bodies.
In the quiet, deserted pool villa, the wet slap of skin and the thick steam of the jacuzzi let our first night burn with a dense, merciless heat.