The Gas Station Employee's Touch and Mijeong's Trembling
“Hyung… are you serious?”
Junho’s gaze wavered.
I nodded.
“Honestly, a complete stranger would make me too anxious.”
“......”
“But with you, I feel like I can still trust you…”
I lifted my glass again as I spoke.
Junho said nothing for a long while. He raised his glass, took a sip, and stared down at the table. His fingers slowly traced the rim of the glass.
“Hyung.”
His voice was low.
“I’m really fond of you for being so kind to me. That’s why I’m even more careful.”
I kept my mouth shut at Junho’s words and said nothing.
“Once we start… it might be hard to turn back.”
I looked straight into Junho’s eyes. Excitement and tension, fear and anticipation—two completely different emotions collided. Inside my head it was as if an angel and a devil were fighting over whether to go through with it or give up.
A brief silence passed.
“Still… I want to try.”
Junho drew a deep breath. He set his glass down and slowly nodded.
“Understood. Let’s start with just some exposure for the first time.”
“Alright.”
“But I don’t know what’ll happen if I get too excited either.”
Junho’s voice was low and serious. The air around the drinking table grew heavier still. Faint lights from the night street filtered in through the window. I raised my glass and clinked it against Junho’s. As the alcohol slid down my throat, a hot heat spread through my entire body.
“Thanks.”
Junho made an awkward face.
“I’m not sure this is something I should be thanked for.”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Hyung. You’re really not going to regret this, right?”
Instead of answering, I emptied my glass once more. After that we planned how to handle the delivery exposure with Junho.
I spent the next few days in a state of restless excitement. I took a day off from the company. Junho said he would take the day off to match my vacation date.
The day of the vacation arrived. Overwhelmed by unbearable lust, I had nearly taken Mijeong the night before.
“Let’s drop the kid off at school and then head out.”
“Yes…”
After dropping the child off, Mijeong came back into the house.
“Put that on.”
Underwear and clothes lay waiting on the bed.
“What’s going on?”
“A date after a long time.”
Though she didn’t show it openly, Mijeong seemed excited by my words. A string bra that barely covered her breasts, a T-back panty. After putting on the underwear, she slipped into the clothes I had laid out. A wide neckline softly bared her shoulders. The thin white fabric of the shirt clung to every curve of her body. Because of the slightly sheer material, the soft outline of her breast line showed through with a subtle glow.
“Isn’t this too see-through?”
“What do you think? Let’s set the mood a little.”
“But still…”
“Hurry up and put it on so we can go.”
In the end Mijeong put on the sheer shirt. Then she slipped into a black skirt that matched it. The black skirt contrasting with the sheer top created a sharp visual contrast. The hem brushed her knees as it fell. Every time she walked it fluttered lightly, stirring a strange tension.
I drove out toward the outskirts of Seoul. A party room, was it?
I drove to the place Junho had told me about. Mijeong looked excited as she watched the scenery outside the window. Sunlight poured in through the glass and filled the car. The seatbelt that held her body firmly made the clothes cling even tighter, so that her breasts stood out all the more. The black bra and the curves of her body showed through completely. Under the sunlight the clothes no longer functioned as clothing at all.
Mijeong took sunglasses from the dashboard compartment. She handed me a pair of dark ones and took out her own as well. Suddenly an interesting idea struck me. While driving I slipped my right hand inside her top. The thin sheer fabric brushed the back of my hand with a faintly rough texture. I pulled one bra cup down. The strap above it slid off her shoulder. Her soft, warm breast filled my palm completely. I squeezed and released again and again, feeling the softness of her flesh. As the breast distorted and returned to shape, her nipple brushed against my palm. It began to swell slowly. A thin breath escaped from the tip of her nose. I continued driving while gently rubbing the nipple with my fingers. Every time the car swayed softly along the road, her breast swayed inside my hand as well.
“Oppa….”
Instead of answering I lightly pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Hmm….”
Without removing my hand I pressed the accelerator. While driving along a quiet road a gas station came into view. I slowly steered the car into it. The engine hummed low as we came to a stop. When I withdrew my hand from her clothes, Mijeong reached inside the shirt to pull the bra back up.
“Stay like that.”
She lowered the hand she had raised.
“Anyway, with the sunglasses no one can recognize our faces.”
Mijeong placed the hand she had lifted back on her thigh. She demurely clasped both hands together and hung her head low. Sunlight pouring from my side wrapped around her body. The breast left exposed with one bra cup down shone clearly through the fabric.
A gas station employee approached. He looked a little older. I deliberately rolled down the window on Mijeong’s side. Her body flinched for an instant. She tried to adjust her sunglasses and look away from the window, but with the seatbelt on there was no room to turn. The employee, puzzled that the passenger window had opened instead of the driver’s, came closer. When he lowered his head toward the window and discovered Mijeong, his eyes widened for a moment.
“Fifty thousand won.”
“Ahem…. Yes..”
Judging by his reaction, he seemed to have noticed her state. Mijeong’s face turned red.
“Hot? Your face is red.”
I said it so the employee could hear. Then I rolled down every window of the car. The employee inserted the hose into the fuel tank and set the machine. After that he picked up a towel lying to the side.
“Boss. I’ll wipe the car for you.”
He smiled slyly.
“Please do.”
As soon as the words left my mouth the employee went to the front of the car and began wiping the hood. But his gaze stayed fixed on Mijeong—more precisely, on her breasts. She tried hard to ignore the eyes looking at her from behind the sunglasses. She neatly gathered both hands on her thighs and gripped them tightly.
I took out a card and waved it right in front of Mijeong’s nose. The employee stopped wiping and approached her window. He took the card from my hand. Even while receiving it his eyes stayed on her breasts. Holding the card he ran into the building.
“How is it?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
I slipped my hand inside her clothes again. Mijeong started. I peeled off the remaining bra cup as well so that both breasts were fully exposed, then kneaded them. Following the movement of my hand her clothes heaved. Just then the employee came out of the building. Mijeong spotted him.
“Oppa….”
The employee drew closer and closer. As the distance closed she tried to raise her hand.
“It’s okay.”
The employee who came right up to the window witnessed the situation inside. Even though he stood only a step away, my hand was still inside the shirt, kneading her breasts.
“Um, the card is…”
“You take it, honey.”
Mijeong, who had been hanging her head, raised it at my words and looked at me. I gently rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger so the employee could see. I pointed to the card with my chin for the woman who was looking at me. She hesitated a moment, then looked at the employee and took the card and receipt from his hand. When the hand that had received the card returned to her thigh, one breast swayed. The employee saw it and swallowed dryly. After staring blankly at her breasts for a moment he came to his senses and arranged the hose at the fuel tank.
“Boss.. Just a moment. I’ll give you a service.”
He urgently called to me and went back into the building. When he came out again he was holding a bottle of mineral water.
“In case you’re hot.”
He offered the water. I stared intently at Mijeong. She accepted the bottle from him. I withdrew my hand from inside her clothes, then leaned slightly and looked at the employee beyond the window. Behind the dark sunglasses I could see his eyes—a gaze that looked hungrily at her breasts. A sense of superiority that I could touch them as much as I wanted welled up. In a moment of bravado I spoke.
“Since you gave us a service, would you like to touch them once?”
“......”
“......”
Mijeong turned her head and looked at me.
“He’s staring at your breasts like he’s going to bore a hole through them.”
“Ahem.”
The employee coughed awkwardly, embarrassed.
“It must be lonely in a remote place like this, right? Since he gave us water as a service, you give him a service once too.”
“........”
Mijeong said nothing.
“Mister? Just like that is a bit much—wash the oil off your hands and come back.”
“Ah… Yes…”
The employee looked at his oil-stained gloves and hurriedly ran into the building.
“Oppa… Why… are you doing this…”
“It’s not like they’ll wear out from being touched. Anyway, he’s someone who’ll just see once and that’s it.”
“But still…”
I guided Mijeong’s hand into my pants.
“Look at this. I’m so excited my cock is about to explode.”
“.....”
She wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Move it.”
Mijeong let out a faint sigh and began to stroke me. A moment later the employee ran back to the car.
“Re..ally… can I touch them? Boss.”
“Of course.”
His hand carefully reached through the window. The moment it touched Mijeong’s breast she flinched and trembled. The rough hand pressed down on her breast over the clothes. Through the sheer fabric the breast being crushed under his touch came clearly into view. With her left hand she kept stroking my cock; with the other she gripped the door handle tightly.
“Wow…. It’s really soft.”
“Amazing, right?”
“And her breasts are big too….”
Watching the scene I felt my cock swell as if it would burst. Excitement set my whole body on fire.
“Um…. Can I touch a bit more?”
“Go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
The employee’s voice cracked. Mijeong flinched again when his hand returned. It covered her breast. At first he simply rested it lightly on top and stayed still. When I made no move to stop him he began to knead slowly. His pants gradually swelled. The sight of her breast changing shape and swaying under his hand, her subtle trembling, the employee’s rough breathing—all of it filled the car. He put more force into the kneading hand and let out soft sounds of admiration. Eventually he cupped the breast fully and began rubbing the nipple that stood out through the fabric between thumb and forefinger. Mijeong, not knowing what to do, stared out the window beyond her sunglasses. Her lips parted slightly and a thin breath escaped. Yet her body accepted the stranger’s touch as if complying.
A moment later I raised my hand to stop it.
“That’s enough now. Thank you.”
The employee withdrew his hand with a regretful expression. His pants were still swollen. He hurriedly offered a greeting and stepped back. I started the car again.