My Secret Partner (4)
Her face went pale. Frozen in place with her ear pressed to the wall, she seemed to be piecing together exactly what kind of situation this was. From the other side of the wall came the sound of a shower.
"What on earth..."
"Shh."
She cut me off and locked her attention on whatever was happening behind the wall. The woman who'd gone in to shower must still have been washing; nothing came through but the hiss of the showerhead.
Right in front of me, her full breasts rose and fell beneath her white T-shirt as she dragged in short, ragged breaths. The way her tightly pressed thighs had parted a little beneath her denim skirt told me just how tense she was.
Eventually the water cut off, and we heard a door open.
"I'll be heading out now."
Suyeon's voice, calm and even.
"Call me when you're done."
She seemed to be talking to Seongdae.
"Alright, go on. And keep your mouth shut."
The woman was seeing Suyeon off. A moment later the next room's door opened, and we heard Suyeon slip out into the motel hallway.
"Nervous?"
The woman's voice drifted through. Her slightly high-pitched tone sounded flushed, expectant, as if she were already looking forward to something. From the voice alone, she seemed about the same age as Seongdae's mother.
"No...."
Seongdae spoke slowly. There was still a trace of tension in his voice, but he sounded fairly composed. One thing was clear: this was not his first time in a situation like this.
Seongdae's mother's eyes were wavering. She seemed to be turning over what the two of them would do next, already calculating how she'd handle it if things went in a direction she hadn't expected.
A rustle—
What was that?
The whisper of fabric, like someone undressing. The clink of a belt buckle. The sound of pants being peeled down someone's legs. She and I strained every nerve trying to make out what was happening on the other side of the wall.
"Haa... nngh..."
A heated moan came sliding through the wall. The one who'd moaned loud enough for us to hear was the woman.
She and I froze at the same instant. The circuits in our heads were shifting from suspicion to certainty. What was happening in there was something no ordinary sense of the world could account for. It was the kind of thing that simply did not happen in everyday life, and so we could do nothing but sit there, frozen.
"Haaang... why are you sucking so hard..."
The woman's voice kept coming through the wall. Sucking—sucking what? I pictured it. Seongdae's big frame bent over the middle-aged woman, twisting her breasts, sucking on her nipples. Her back already arched, one hand cradling his head, heated moans spilling from her mouth.
"Hhk... hhk..."
Tears began to fall from the eyes of the woman beside me, the one with her ear still pressed to the wall. The drops sliding from those wide eyes told me she was too stunned to process any of it. She covered her mouth with one hand and began to sob, quietly.
"Ma'am..."
I was just as lost. What the hell was I supposed to do? First, I needed to put the pieces together.
Seongdae and Suyeon had come into the motel, but they hadn't touched each other. They'd waited in silence for someone. A middle-aged woman had arrived and taken a shower. Then Suyeon had stepped aside. And now Seongdae and the woman were having sex...?
No way.
An ugly thought surfaced. Had Suyeon just introduced Seongdae to this woman? Seongdae and the woman had clearly never met before. But Suyeon and Seongdae both seemed used to this. Seongdae, maybe not—but Suyeon had looked practiced enough that she'd done this plenty of times.
"Uuah... aah... easy... slower..."
Even as her tears kept falling, the thick moans kept coming through the wall. The breathing on the other side sounded denser now, more lost in it than before.
The angel in front of me had her hand over her mouth, crying, as if she still couldn't believe any of this. She never could have imagined her own son in a place like this, sucking on some stranger. Looking at her now, I almost felt sorry for her.
That piece of shit. Watching her suffer, rage at Seongdae surged up on its own. He had someone who loved him this much, and this was how he repaid her—this fucked-up shit. I'd known he was a bastard, but I hadn't known it went this far.
"Nngh... it's... pretty big, huh?"
"You like it?"
"Yeah... bigger than my husband's."
The two of them were talking on the other side of the wall. Seongdae didn't seem to mind the situation either; the conversation was getting filthier by the second. They sounded so familiar it was hard to believe today was their first meeting.
"Ah... you're soaking wet."
"Don't be embarrassed... I just get really wet..."
A wet, sucking sound leaked through. Schlick... schlick...
The filthy talk and the moans were enough to make my pants start to stir, whether I wanted them to or not. With nothing but a wall between us, I was feeling every bit of Seongdae and that woman's coupling with my whole body. A thick rush of blood was pooling between my legs.
But right in front of me, the woman I loved was crying with that heartbroken look on her face. I couldn't just leave her like this.
I don't know where the courage came from. I moved toward her slowly and pulled her into my arms, wrapping her up completely. The scent of lavender rose from her and brushed the back of my brain. I knew I would never forget that smell. And that was how our first embrace happened—in the most unbelievable circumstances imaginable.
"Hheup..."
The moment I held her, she dropped the hand that had been covering her mouth and sank into my chest. The sobs she'd been holding back began to spill out, slowly. She couldn't even cry properly, terrified Seongdae would hear her from the next room.
"It's okay... it's okay..."
"Hheuk... hmm..."
She cried in my arms without a word. Through the contact of my arms I could feel the softness of her skin, every bit of it. I eased my hips back a little so she wouldn't notice how hard I'd already gotten.
She and I were real friends, so this much closeness shouldn't have meant anything. I needed to comfort her, genuinely. But the lower half of my body wasn't listening. I wanted to kiss her right then, to run my tongue along the soft line of her neck.
"Haaang...! Put it in..."
The woman, flushed with heat, was finally asking him to enter her. Her moans were getting more explicit, goading Seongdae on.
"Haahk...!"
Seongdae and the woman cried out at the same time. It sounded like he'd shoved himself into the entrance of her pussy. Then came the wet sound of something grinding.
"Haaang... uuaang..."
The woman's moans were turning into something closer to screams. So that's what a middle-aged woman sounded like. Her utterly shameless noises only made me harder, until I thought I might burst.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sex on the other side of the wall only grew heavier.
"Uuaang...!"
Sounds that were almost sobs were spilling from the woman's mouth.
"Hhk... hhk..."
I could just make out Seongdae's breathing growing ragged.
"Haaang... I want to be on top!"
It sounded like she'd climbed onto Seongdae and taken him inside her just like that.
"Hheuak...!"
Slap. Slap. Slap—
"Hheuk...!"
The moment she mounted him, a moan slipped out of Seongdae. A guy still that young probably couldn't handle the way a woman that ripe rolled her hips.
"Heup... you like that?"
Seongdae asked her, provocative.
"Haaang... I love it, I really do!"
She answered him just as eagerly. Whatever awkwardness there'd been at the start was gone; the two of them were fully lost in each other now.
"Hheup...! I'm already getting close..."
"Haa... haa... already? You gonna come?"
"Yeah... uuah... you're so tight..."
A rough moan was tearing out of Seongdae. His head must have been swimming with the need to come.
"Hheua... don't... come inside!"
A moan and a cry spilled from the woman.
"Heuuk...! I'm... I'm... I'm coming!"
A raw cry burst from Seongdae. The woman let out a short scream and seemed to collapse over him. Their heavy breathing came through the wall, raw and unfiltered.
A stretch of silence followed, and then the shower started up again. The woman must have gone to wash off after her round with Seongdae.
The sobbing of the woman in my arms had quieted too. In a voice still thick with tears, she asked me. That clean, elegant face of hers was full of grief.
"Dongho... what am I supposed to do now...?"
"...Just lean on me for a second."
I decided to calm her down first. She was kneeling, and her short denim skirt clung to the firm lines of her thighs.
I sat on the edge of the motel bed and then just lay down. Times like this, I had to be the one to settle her.
"Want to lie down next to me...?"
I said it looking at her where she sat. She nodded and lay down beside me. Below my gaze, the swell of her breasts and the plump line of her thighs came into view.
My cock was already standing so stiff it was pointing at the ceiling; there was no way it hadn't caught her eye.
"Here, use my arm as a pillow..."
I slid my arm behind her head. She settled onto it as naturally as if she'd found a place to rest, using my arm as a pillow. The smell of her shampoo teased the tip of my nose. My cock was begging, ready to burst, to be rubbed between those firm thighs of hers.