Her Shy Sex Lesson (1)
"I'll do it...."
That soft, illicit click — why did a sound like that hit me so hard? The snap of her bra hook coming undone rang out louder than it had any right to. She was taking it off herself. I could barely believe the moment was real.
A breath thick with want tore out of me. How was I supposed to stay calm? My cock was already swollen past reason, straining, shoving me toward whatever came next. Color kept rising in her face, and the sight of her like that was almost painfully sweet. She'd found the courage. She was ready to become my friend.
My hand slipped inside her rumpled T-shirt and began to wander. There was nothing left in my way. Soft skin answered every knuckle, clinging as if it meant to wrap itself around my fingers. I reached for her breasts. The bra that had been cinching those generous curves so tightly was already undone.
I decided to get rid of the offending thing — that scrap of fabric standing between us and the kind of closeness I wanted. Slowly, I began to ease the straps down off her shoulders.
"Nnh...."
The instant my fingers brushed the line of her shoulder, her lips started to tremble. I drew the straps down with care. My hand followed the slope of her throat and the swell of her chest, and the heavy weight of her breast grazed my palm as it passed.
"Hah...."
The bra came free of her T-shirt. Lewd. That red bra of hers was lewd in a way I couldn't quite name — cut through with openings, enough that you could have glimpsed the flesh of her breasts even with it on. Now I wanted to know what color her panties were. Maybe those had holes in them too.
With the bra gone, she was down to nature. Nothing at all under that T-shirt. The woman I'd wanted for so long, standing in front of me with no bra on. I wanted to shove my cock between those breasts right then and rock it there until I lost my mind.
Get a grip. This is only the beginning.
My hand stroked the underside of her breast, then closed around it, slow and sure. She yielded — a soft, staggering give against my palm. A shiver ran through me at the jolt of it. She was impossibly soft.
"Hah..."
A short, startled sound slipped from her too. With nothing left between us, I squeezed. Her breast was more than a handful, the flesh spilling warm between my fingers.
Then, slowly — very slowly — I began to lift her T-shirt. The nipple I had only ever imagined started to come into view. God. A deep, saturated pink. Even if they hadn't been that rich color against all that white skin, she would have been sexy enough. But they suited her ripe, grown-in body even better.
How many times had they been sucked...? The image of bald Seongdae's Dad latched onto her nipple rose uninvited. What had she been like before the marriage? How many men had passed through her?
"Hah.... This is so embarrassing....!"
Her breasts sprang free from under the T-shirt, taut and full. They hadn't sagged at all. The spring in them was so live I half expected them to bounce right out of reach, and I couldn't help the rush of awe.
"Hah.... You're so sexy...."
"Don't look...."
Her hands came up on instinct, trying to cover what she'd just bared. Not a chance. I caught her wrists and held them aside, and took my time looking. White skin, a give so fine it was almost liquid, a smoothness so sheer I could see the faint blue of veins beneath. She'd been hiding a chest like this and letting that bald old man look at it alone. The thought of him soured in my throat.
"Hah...."
A moan broke from her just from the way I was staring. Under her denim skirt, those firm thighs began to twist against each other.
I set my rough mouth to that pink nipple and drew it in. It was puffy, almost like a little sucker, and it filled my mouth at once. I felt her breast flinch. A sound burst from her parted lips; she bit down on them, trying to keep the rest from spilling out.
I sucked at her a little greedily, wet and inelegant. The girth of a breast I couldn't even hold in one hand only made my cock throb harder. She grabbed at the back of my head while I worked, and a faint, sweet scent rose off her nipple. My mouth kept making those obscene, pulling sounds against her.
"Hah.... Stop....."
Another order to quit. But there was no going back now. We had already crossed too many rivers for that.
"It's all right—" I murmured, shifting my mouth to her right nipple, the words coming apart around the wet pull of my lips. "—just... relax...."
My tongue found the raised bud and began to lick it clean, then drifted slowly left across her areola.
"Hah— ah!"
Something tore out of her that could have been a gasp or a moan. I couldn't tell which.
"Dongho....."
My name, in a voice gone low and strange, reaching for me like she couldn't help it.
"Please... don't... say anything."
"This is the first time....."
"What?"
"Since I got married.... a man who isn't my husband.... hah...."
My teeth closed gently on her nipple, and she never finished the sentence.
"Hah....."
"Is that... really true?"
"Yes...."
She said it the way a person admits a secret they've been keeping, shy all over again. I was the one who had opened the forbidden door her marriage had locked. I was the only one who had truly become her friend. Not Seongdae. Not Seongdae's Dad. Me. And today I was going to be the one to break open the most private part of her.
I kept sucking at that sweet breast from above her, and my cock swelled even thicker, prodding at her lower belly. Her denim skirt had already ridden halfway up; the band of her panties showed at the top of her thighs. Those thighs were past plump — they were taut, and they shone white.
"Hah....."
Her mouth fell open and the moans started coming more freely than before. I took my lips off her and worked my way down, tongue rolling slowly over her skin as I went, until I was tasting the inside of one white thigh.
God, the smell of her there was dizzying. A briny, humid scent — summer sweat layered over the wet heat of arousal — pressed itself against the back of my nose. I pushed in deeper, trying to take all of it in. Between the spread of her thighs, a faint, telling dampness seemed to cling to the air.
"Nnh.... Dongho...."
The moment my tongue started exploring below her waist, she began calling my name. Those firm thighs twisted. I licked a slow path back and forth across the white of them. Deeper. Further in. I caught both her legs so she couldn't close them and eased them apart. The denim skirt climbed her thighs by degrees.
Red semi-sheer panties. A scrap of red fabric that barely covered the generous swell of her ass, clinging for dear life at her center. They were already dark with her wetness, soaked through.
"Ah..... That's so dirty."
I held her legs open with my arms and breathed against her. The instant my hot breath touched the crotch of those panties, her thighs jumped as if she'd been shocked, trembling hard.
"Hahng.... Dongho...."
The moan circled the edge of my hearing. I got my pants open with one hand and shoved them down together with my underwear in a single motion. My cock sprang free, so tight it looked ready to split, and the head of it settled against the front of her panties and pressed in.
"Hhk.....! Hah....."
A wretched little sound spilled out of her, half moan and half breath. The lobes of her ears had gone scarlet. There was nothing left between us now but a single scrap of cloth. I took her by the curve of her hips and began to stroke slowly around the edge of her panties.
"Hahng.... Really.... stop!"
She was pleading, urgent, throwing my name at me. I couldn't hear the words anymore. All that reached me were the hot moans and the ragged breathing she kept spilling out like she couldn't hold them.
"Hhk.... hhk...."
Her soaked panties made a faint, sticky sound. More of her wetness kept seeping out, darkening the fabric further. My swollen cock bore down on the center of them, and she felt the full weight of the head, her brow knitting.
"Dongho..... hah...."
"Yes.... go ahead and tell me..."
"Are you... really going to do it....?"
There were a dozen meanings folded into that question. Did she still think of me as her son's friend? Even looking at me like this? Down below her gaze, my cock twitched, the vein standing out along it.
Friends don't ask each other questions like that.
I didn't answer. Instead I took hold of those semi-sheer panties and began to draw them down, slowly — very slowly.
"Nnh....."
Her hips lifted a fraction. The panties that had been straining to contain an ass ready to burst started to slide. Red mesh traveling down over taut white thighs — the sight of it was obscene in the quietest way. At last they slipped off her legs entirely.
There was nothing left between us.
"Hahng..... We really..... we shouldn't......!"
She bit down on her flushed, parted lips, the moan still caught in them, and squeezed her eyes shut. I spread her legs wider. Between the black of her pubic hair, pink flesh began to show.
"Nnh....."
My cock gave another thick twitch, and started to push in toward the pale inside of her thigh.