Travel (4)
Warm sunlight tickled my eyelids on Saturday morning. After two days trapped in the strange atmosphere of the pool villa, we finally stepped outside our lodging.
The clear Jeju air, which I was meeting for the first time in two days, seeped deep into my chest. But my gait was still awkward.
The chafing pain along the insides of my thighs and the heavy sensation in my lower back constantly reminded me of the traces left by those two days.
Choi Deok-hun hummed a little tune, clearly in a good mood, as he took the wheel.
“Alright, let’s get out and about a bit today. I’ve got some good spots lined up.”
The car glided smoothly along the coastal road. When I rolled down the window, a cool breeze rushed in carrying the salty scent of the sea.
An emerald ocean stretched out before us, yet my eyes kept drifting to the thick backs of Choi Deok-hun’s hands and the cords of muscle in his forearms as he sat in the driver’s seat.
Remembering how those hands had rummaged through every corner of my body for days on end, I unconsciously pressed my thighs together.
The place he stopped was neither a beach nor a famous café, but right in front of a “sex museum” in Seogwipo.
“Uncle, why here…?”
“Why else? We’re here to study. A little advance practice.”
Choi Deok-hun grinned mischievously, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and steered me inside.
From the entrance onward, blatant sculptures of genitals and erotic paintings lined the way. The explicit displays made it hard to look straight at them.
Choi Deok-hun, on the other hand, seemed thoroughly amused. He pointed out each exhibit one by one and whispered crude jokes into my ear.
“Hey, look at that one, A-yeong. How about that position? Pretty similar to what we did in the jacuzzi, right?”
“Shh, Uncle! Keep your voice down. Someone might hear…”
Every time a tourist passed by, I startled and burrowed deeper into his side.
Finding my reactions entertaining, Choi Deok-hun stopped in front of a sculpture depicting an especially graphic pose and casually patted my butt.
The heavy weight of his hand through my thin pants layered over the lewdness of the exhibits, and a strange shame washed through me.
“This one’s a bit small. Way short of mine, don’t you think?”
He nipped lightly at my ear as he whispered. His shameless comparison of himself to the massive male statue on display made my face burn as if it would burst.
In a quiet corner of the exhibition hall, seizing a moment when no one was around, Choi Deok-hun slipped a hand under the hem of my T-shirt.
“Ah, Uncle…!”
“What, scared of a little hands-on practice in a museum? You’re already this hot.”
When his fingers pressed firmly against the sensitive place through my underwear, strength drained from my knees. The lewd pictures all around seemed to be laughing at me.
I buried my face against his chest and swallowed a moan. More than any sense of liberation from being at a tourist spot, the fear of being caught mixed with the stimulation and made my lower belly tremble sharply.
“Fun, right? Let’s go.”
Even after we left the museum, those blatant afterimages refused to leave my head. Choi Deok-hun, his mood clearly elevated, hummed as he pulled the car into a nearby convenience store.
“Gotta grab some supplies before the practical. Tonight we’re picking a few of the ones we just saw and trying them out.”
He returned to the car with a black plastic bag stuffed full of condom boxes he had swept off the shelves.
He was driving along the coastal road when, without warning, he veered the car into a secluded empty lot beside a dense cedar forest path, a place completely cut off from people.
“Uncle, what are you doing here…?”
“What do you think? Time for review.”
The moment he killed the engine, Choi Deok-hun slammed the passenger seat all the way back. Cool forest air flooded the narrow car, but my body was already burning from the museum.
He roughly tore open the plastic bag he had just bought and shoved his hand into my clothes.
“Alright, let’s start with whichever one you liked best back there.”
Choi Deok-hun thrust his large hand roughly under the thin T-shirt I was wearing. When he crushed my breast over the bra as if to mash it, a moan mixed with a scream rang through the tight space of the car.
“Ah, Uncle… haaung! Too rough…!”
“Rough? Who was the one dripping down below while staring at those museum statues earlier?”
Every time his fingers pressed insistently against the sensitive place through my pants, my body bounced like a spring. My legs, flung up onto the dashboard, trembled, and the cramped front seats quickly filled with stifling heat.
Choi Deok-hun licked roughly up the nape of my neck, then, breathing hard, opened the door and stepped outside.
“Get in the back. The angle’s no good up front.”
In a daze I roughly straightened my rumpled T-shirt and shifted into the rear seat. The door shut, and Choi Deok-hun climbed over me as if pouncing. The leather smell of the back seat mixed with his thick body scent and stung my nose.
“Alright, the stuff we saw at the museum… time for practical.”
Choi Deok-hun roughly undid the buckle of my pants and yanked them down past my knees along with my underwear in one motion.
Inside the narrow car, under the shadowed darkness of the dense cedar forest, my bare flesh was laid out in the open.
He tore open a newly bought condom box with his teeth and prepared his own thing, swollen to the point of bursting.
“Uncle, if someone really comes… euh!”
Before I could finish speaking he locked my hips firmly in place and drove in all at once.
Schlick—!
“Haaak! Uncle, haeuuut!”
Was it because the car was so small, or because we were outside…
The heavy impact he delivered felt several times clearer than usual, traveling up my spine and slamming into my brain. Choi Deok-hun snapped his hips so violently the entire car body rocked.
Even though anyone looking from outside would clearly see the car shaking, he seemed to enjoy that fact and drove into me even harder.
Thud— thud— slap—!
My back rubbed against the leather seat with lewd sounds, and white breath quickly fogged the windows, hiding us from the outside. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let out beast-like cries.
Out in the open air, the terror that someone might pass by at any moment became the ultimate stimulation, heating me from the inside.
“Haa, haa… Uncle, too… too deep… I’m gonna come…!”
“Don’t come yet. We haven’t even done ten percent of what we saw at the museum.”
Choi Deok-hun hiked my legs higher over his shoulders and spread the filthy friction sounds that shattered the forest’s quiet out among the cedar paths.
I could only thrash my head and cling to him, sinking deeper into the mire of corrupt pleasure.
“Ah, hyaaat! Uncle, th-there…! Hueung! Aaaaang!”
I arched my back like a bow and squeezed down around his heavy cock. Explicit cries filled the narrow car as my mind flashed white.
When strength shot all the way to my toes and my body convulsed, Choi Deok-hun gripped my hips even tighter in satisfaction and poured on a final spurt.
“That’s it. Take it while you’re squirting like that.”
He exhaled rough, animal breaths and filled me completely.
“Keuk… take it!”
“Hyaaaaaang—!!”
I felt the climax surge up. After catching his breath for a moment he skillfully pulled back, removed the condom heavy with semen, and tied the end tightly.
He casually tossed the thing, weighted with thick liquid, onto the passenger-side floor.
Plop—
That sound rang especially alien and obscene in the quiet forest. But Choi Deok-hun gave me no time to rest.
He immediately tore open a new condom and dug into my body again.
“We’re nowhere near done. Going again!”
Only after several more rounds of sex in the cramped back seat did he finally rise, looking satisfied.
By then deep darkness had settled all around. With the grotesque shadows of the cedar forest draped over us, we roughly straightened ourselves and moved to the front seats to head back to the lodging.
But Choi Deok-hun would not allow me to dress properly.
“Just throw something on. We’re just gonna take it all off again once we’re inside.”
In the end I sat in the passenger seat with nothing on below, covering myself only with a thin outer jacket on top. As the car began rolling along the coastal road, a strange tension filled the dark interior with the cabin light off.
Schlick—
Choi Deok-hun’s right hand, still on the wheel, plunged unhesitatingly between my thighs.
“Ah, Uncle… it’s dangerous while you’re driving…!”
“Dangerous? How am I supposed to sit still when you’re this wet?”
Even while skillfully turning the wheel with one hand, he used the other to knead my breast and relentlessly stimulate the sensitive place below.
My breast, exposed between the jacket, lost its shape and was crushed in his grip.
Below, love juices flowed without pause, soaking the leather seat, and every time his fingers dug in I bit my lip to hold back moans.
What shamed me most of all were the traces scattered across the dashboard right in front of me. Whenever streetlight swept through the car, the condoms strewn over the dash gleamed and revealed themselves.
“Hey, looking at those really drives home how hard we worked today, doesn’t it?”
Choi Deok-hun snickered and dug even deeper into my private place. Those filthy traces scattered on the dashboard, and me, bottomless, being toyed with by his hand.
Watching the night scenery of Jeju pass outside the window, I sank once more deep into the swamp where pleasure and shame mixed.
The road back to the lodging felt endless, and the car was filled with the thick smell of sex and wet friction sounds.
“Haa, Uncle… please, we’re almost there now…”
Only after parking in the lodging lot did Choi Deok-hun finally take his hand from my wet body. With trembling hands I pulled the front of the jacket closed and opened the door, trying to ignore the empty sensation of my missing bottoms.
Jeju’s night wind touched my skin and raised goosebumps. But inside me the heat left by his hands still burned hot.