Fingers Under the Table, Secret Caresses Before Junho
I guided the hand kneading the inside of her thigh a little deeper.
When my fingers slipped near Mijeong’s crotch, I felt the fabric of her panties.
As my hand drew close to that thin barrier, Mijeong quietly lowered her right hand to the edge of the table and caught hold of my wrist.
“Hmm… these days a lot of families with kids are using air purifiers, I hear…”
At my words Junho lifted his head and looked at me. The moment he did, Mijeong hastily released my wrist. She must have decided the posture looked awkward.
“That’s right. Whether it’s a house with children or pets, it’s practically essential now.”
Junho flipped quickly through the catalog until he opened the page of air purifiers.
“You’re home all day, so look it over carefully.”
At that, Junho’s eyes left me and settled on Mijeong. The instant his gaze shifted I lightly scraped the pad of my index fingernail across the clitoris through her panties. Mijeong’s thighs jerked once, then again.
I nodded mechanically along with his explanation, pretending to study the catalog while under the table my finger traced the warm cleft felt through the thin cotton. Hot dampness already clung to my fingertip. Each time my finger moved, Mijeong’s knees under the table drew together for a second and then parted again.
“Air purifiers are fairly easy to maintain, so a lot of people choose the self-service filter type.”
Junho’s finger pointed at the page; a shadow fell across the paper. Mijeong kept her eyes fixed on the catalog, yet the lids I glimpsed from the side had grown heavy.
I eased my index finger inside the edge of her panties. The already slick, slippery clitoris met my fingertip and her thigh twitched hard.
“I think we should give the air purifier a little more thought.”
Mijeong’s hand clenched the rim of the table. I drew slow circles, rubbing the swollen bud; wet heat closed around my finger.
“Then take your time deciding on the air purifier.”
Her T-shirt rose and fell softly with each quickened breath. Junho’s eyes left the catalog and brushed across Mijeong’s face; in that same second they dropped swiftly down the line of her throat. She drew her shoulders slightly forward, but the motion only made the fabric cling tighter, outlining the heavy curves of her breasts. Excited by my fingers, her body—regardless of her will—began to push her nipples into tight peaks against the cotton.
“The contract’s finished. I’m free around eleven tomorrow—will that work?”
“Fine. My wife will be home.”
I answered while still stroking Mijeong’s clitoris.
“It’s gotten late, so I’ll be going.”
“Late or not, stay and eat with us.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Junho’s face.
“Ah—no, I’m fine, really.”
“I feel bad. We’re about to eat anyway; one more set of utensils is nothing.”
Junho glanced at Mijeong.
“Please eat. My husband already told me to prepare a meal for the technician.”
“Is someone waiting for you at home?”
Junho hesitated.
“It isn’t like that…”
“Then eat before you go.”
I withdrew my hand from her panties and Mijeong rose at once, heading for the kitchen. Junho busied himself stacking the catalogs on the table. She returned with a dishcloth and began wiping the cleared surface. Leaning slightly to reach the far edge, the neckline of her loose T-shirt stretched open. From where I sat I could see straight inside. Having taken off her bra earlier, her full breasts hung naturally downward; under the kitchen light the pale skin cast soft shadows that deepened the valley between them. The tips pressed against the fabric so the nipples themselves stayed hidden.
Junho watched her wipe. His gaze was drawn almost helplessly into the open collar. The moment it touched her breasts his eyes widened and he jerked them away. Unaware, Mijeong kept working—left hand braced on the table edge, right hand sweeping the cloth. With every stroke her breasts swayed left and right inside the T-shirt, and the loose cotton swayed with them. Junho’s eyes flicked back to them again and again before he forced them elsewhere.
When the table was clean she carried the cloth back to the kitchen. A clear look of regret lingered on Junho’s face. She returned carrying the pot of stew, set it in the center, lifted the lid, then hurried back for rice bowls, side dishes, spoons and chopsticks. While she set the places the warm smell of dinner spread gently through the room.
“Don’t feel awkward—just eat.”
“Then I’ll shamelessly accept.”
Steam rose softly from the bubbling stew; little bubbles burst with a quiet blup-blup. I picked up my spoon and looked at Junho.
“Younger brother, you said your clan seat is OO, right?”
Junho bowed his head a fraction and smiled.
“Yes, hyungnim. I was glad when I first heard that too.”
While we talked Mijeong quietly moved her spoon over her rice bowl.
“From the way you said no one’s waiting, you’re living alone?”
Junho put a piece of meat into his mouth.
“I am for now. My parents are still in the hometown.”
“Living away from home must be hard.”
He nodded and took a bite of rice.
“When you live alone, eating’s the hardest part.”
“Exactly. It’s hard to cook for one, so you end up buying food.”
I picked up a side dish with my chopsticks and at the same time slid my left hand under the table onto Mijeong’s thigh.
“My wife’s cooking is good. Does it suit you?”
“Of course. It’s delicious, madam.”
I pushed my hand farther, into the soft inner flesh of her thigh. Warm, yielding skin filled my palm; her knees closed for an instant.
“You’re family now—call me hyungnim, and her hyungsu.”
“Ah… shall I? Hyungnim.”
“You’re all right with that too?”
I asked Mijeong.
“Yes… that’s fine.”
“And you call him Junho.”
My finger rubbed the cleft through her panties again.
“Ye…es…”
The sudden stimulation made her voice crack into a thin squeak. Junho looked at her; color flooded her face.
“Something just caught in my throat…”
She covered it by lifting the cup of water beside her. As she tilted her head back to drink, her breasts lifted and strained against the T-shirt. Junho’s gaze locked on them. Her throat bobbed; the small motion set her breasts swaying once. When I glanced at him he snatched his eyes away at once.
I slipped my finger inside the panties again. They were soaked from earlier. Moisture met me the moment I parted the soft folds; when I pushed deeper the tip of my finger found her clitoris. The flesh of her inner thighs trembled.
I scooped rice with my right hand and ate while my left stayed busy under the table. Junho seemed to notice nothing unusual and concentrated on his meal, only the briefest glances flicking toward Mijeong.
“So you’ll be the one installing the water purifier tomorrow as well?”
“Yes.”
“Around lunchtime—eat here before you leave.”
“Aigoo, hyungsunim, I wouldn’t want to trouble you… really, I’m fine.”
Mijeong looked for all the world like someone in discomfort—because my finger was still moving between her legs—yet Junho appeared to take it for simple shyness.
“My wife’s a bit reserved, but it’s all right. You’re okay with it, aren’t you?”
Mijeong gave a tiny nod.
“See? Living away, meal money adds up. Don’t refuse—just eat.”
“If hyungnim puts it that way, I’ll save on lunch tomorrow.”
Junho laughed heartily, lightening the mood. Mijeong lifted a spoonful of rice to her mouth. Junho watched her, then his eyes dropped—glancing across her breasts—before he hurriedly raised his spoon of stew.
I finished eating faster than either of them and began caressing her in earnest. Between sips of water from my mug my left hand rubbed her clitoris; as I stroked up and down the slick cleft, her juices soaked my fingers thoroughly.
“You’re thirty-one this year, Junho?”
“Yes.”
He met my eyes over his rice.
“Four years younger than Mijeong.”
At that he looked at her. I asked him another question while he was still watching her.
“Living alone—so you haven’t married yet?”
“Ah… well…”
His gaze moved between the two of us.
“Actually, I was married.”
“Sorry—I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s fine. It’s already been three years.”
“Three years? So you married young.”
“Haha… it just turned out that way.”