My Secret Partner (3)
She steadied her rattled nerves and started after Seongdae again. He and Suyeon were strolling along at an easy pace, talking as they went.
Of all the places for my hand to land, it had to be her chest. The soft give of her breast still lingered at my fingertips. It had happened so fast I couldn't even say whether I'd meant to do it or not. I could still see the way her lips had parted when I cupped the underside of her tit. My cock was already as hard as it was going to get.
An awkward silence filled the car. She shifted in her seat, as if trying to focus on the road. Her thighs had fallen slightly apart, and her denim skirt had ridden up. If I ducked my head I could almost see her pussy; those firm, sculpted thighs were putting on a show all their own.
"Huh? They're turning off into that side street."
Seongdae and Suyeon slipped into the alley. I knew this neighborhood inside and out — I knew exactly what sat at the end of that lane.
A motel.
The moment they disappeared down the alley, she pulled over where we still had a view. She hadn't figured out where they were headed yet.
Seongdae pulled a change of clothes from his bag and started stripping right there in the open, tossing his old ones aside.
"Oh my god — what is he doing?"
She clapped a hand over her mouth, staring in shock. I had a pretty good idea what came next.
Once they'd thrown on the new clothes, Seongdae and Suyeon headed straight for the motel at the back of the alley. It was a dead end — nobody was going to see them. The place was the New Motel, barely open. And at this hour, how many people would even be checking in? They walked in like they'd done it a dozen times before.
The color drained from Seongdae's mother's face. She looked like she'd just walked into a nightmare she refused to believe was real.
"Are you... okay?"
I couldn't not ask. She looked like she was turning over a dozen different ways to handle this, none of them good.
"They just... went into a motel, right?"
She forced the words out. She wanted to hear it from me — to confirm that what she'd seen with her own eyes was real.
"Yeah... they did."
Of all places, a motel. I'd always wondered what those two were up to, glued to each other the way they were — and it turned out they were just going off to scratch an itch. I was pretty disappointed.
Suyeon especially. A girl who looked like that didn't need to slum it with a guy like Seongdae. She could have had any man she wanted. No matter how full of himself that bastard was, he wasn't fit to hold a candle to her.
"What should we... do?"
The car sat idle in the road. Ending our drive here felt like a waste. It would be dark soon, and I'd wanted to take her out past the city, just once around. It was supposed to be a gift — a stretch of time I could give a woman worn down by the same grinding daily loop. I wanted to share something new with her, somewhere that wasn't the same four walls.
"What?"
"That's okay, right?"
Had I heard her wrong? She wanted us to go into the motel together...?
Her expression had gone hard, resolved. She had no intention of giving up the chase. But go in and then what? I wanted to ask if she actually had a plan.
"Yeah... I'm fine with it..."
"Then we're going."
She released the brake and put that firm thigh to work on the gas. Color had risen high in her cheeks. She looked like she'd made up her mind to drag Seongdae out of there herself. The image of him being hauled out of a motel room put a grin on my face I couldn't stop.
Heh. Let's see how you like getting your ass handed to you.
She drove straight into the motel parking lot. Pulling into a motel in her car. What the hell was this? Or maybe I should just call it a windfall.
She parked like she'd done it a hundred times. When she stepped out, I got my first real look at her standing up today. The denim skirt riding just above her thighs and that tight white tee suited her perfectly. From a distance you could have taken her for a college girl — that dangerous body made her innocent look even sexier.
Her firm thighs pressed together into a pair of thick, shapely legs. I pictured her in those leggings and wondered just how much ass was packed under that skirt. The denim was barely containing the ripe swell of it.
"How many?"
An older motel owner came out and asked us. Any second now she'd demand to know where they'd gone and charge upstairs. Then she'd grab Seongdae and Suyeon by the hair and drag them out.
"Two."
She told the owner and paid. She was checking us into a room. This was not how I'd pictured this going. What the hell was she planning?
"Thirty thousand for a short stay! No cards!"
The owner snapped at her, demanding cash.
"I'll pay cash. Could you put us in the room next to the couple that just checked in?"
"Huh? Why next door?"
The owner peered at her, curious. She hesitated a moment, then leaned in and whispered something in his ear. When she finished, he looked me over and let out a little snort of a laugh.
"Ahem. Fine, whatever. But that room next door is a special room — that okay?"
"Yes. How much?"
"Then it's fifty thousand!"
Twenty thousand won more just because it was a "special" room. What the hell made it so special?
"Room 602. Elevator's right there — take it up."
"Thank you."
She took the key and the complimentary kit and headed for the elevator. So that was her plan — book the room next to Seongdae's and watch them.
The door opened on a faint whiff of air freshener. The place had been cleaned recently — it was tidy enough. A standard motel setup: one bed, a table, a chair, a computer.
Wait. What was that?
Beside the bed sat a strange, curved thing that was neither quite a chair nor a sofa. A sticker was stuck to the side.
And that wasn't all. The table was laid out with every kind of adult toy you could name. A whip, handcuffs, a blindfold, and a row of gadgets whose purpose I didn't even want to guess.
Ah. So that's what made it special.
"Oh my."
The moment she saw the toys laid out on display, her face flushed hot and red. She'd come all this way to find her son — and now here she was, in a love motel, with a grown man. She couldn't have been comfortable.
She pretended not to see the toys and draped a towel over them. Even doing that, her pale face burned scarlet.
"So... what now?"
I asked, trying to cut through the awkwardness.
"Well... maybe we should put our ears to the wall first?"
She didn't seem to have a real plan either. She'd followed Seongdae this far, but grabbing him and Suyeon by the hair and marching them out of here would take more nerve than she had — and she had to be thinking about the gossip that would tear through the neighborhood. Then again, a couple checking into a motel wasn't exactly a crime.
She climbed onto the bed and leaned into the wall. Her short denim skirt slid a little higher up her thighs, the pale, soft skin underneath on full display. She pressed her ear to the wall and concentrated.
I faced her and put my own ear to the wall. I could hear her breathing, close enough to feel. I pretended to listen while I drank in her face and her body. The way she was posed — taut, ripe, almost perfect — pulled my eyes and wouldn't let go.
"Do you hear anything?"
Nothing much came through the wall. There was a murmur of voices, but even that was hard to make out. The TV was probably on.
"No..."
"Hmm... what should we do?"
When nothing came from the next room, she looked almost relieved.
"They're not in there doing some kind of hobby, are they...?"
With the silence, she started saying things that didn't make any sense. She was clinging to a hope that had no business existing. What were a pair of horny kids going to do in a motel — play Jenga? Hold a book club? She clearly had no idea what Seongdae's school life actually looked like.
And then.
A keycard chirped in the next room, and the door opened.
"What took you so long?"
Suyeon's voice. That calm, even tone of hers, asking someone a question.
Someone else was coming — not just Seongdae?
No way... a threesome...? Nah. Couldn't be.
"Sorry — I had to get the kids their dinner before I left. Running a little late, that's all."
A woman's voice. And not just any woman — a middle-aged one I'd never heard before. The TV clicked off, and their voices came through the wall that much clearer.
"This the guy?"
"Yes."
"He looks solid enough."
"Hello."
That was Seongdae. He was greeting the woman who'd just walked in. His voice sounded like it was shaking, just a little.
What the hell were they about to do? Don't tell me they actually were going to hold a book club.
Suyeon and the other woman's voices carried through the wall.
"Shall we get started?"
"Yeah, I'll wash up first. I worked up a sweat on the way over. Did you already shower?"
"Yes, I just did."
She was asking Seongdae. A moment later, the rush of a shower came through the wall.
I looked over at Seongdae's mother, trying to make sense of what we were hearing. The color had gone out of her face, her ear still pressed to the wall. Below the hem of her hiked-up denim skirt, those firm thighs were trembling.