Five-Star Married Woman Hunter (2)
Fuck...
I started peeling my clothes off in front of her, slow and deliberate. Part of me wanted to duck into the bathroom and strip in private, but the way she was looking at me — like I was some pathetic loser — needled under my skin enough that I refused to give her the satisfaction.
My clothes hit the floor with a soft thud in the dead quiet of the motel room. I worked my jeans down, and the taut outline of my cock sprang into view. I was standing half-naked in front of the hottest girl in our school, just the two of us in a motel room. My eyes kept dragging toward the insides of her thighs.
Blood had already been pooling down there, and now my cock slowly lifted its head. She would have seen the full contour of that thick shaft straining against my underwear. Her eyes went wider and wider as it swelled.
"Oh...."
A startled little sound slipped out of her. She was admiring the size of it.
"I knew it... I picked well."
A strange little smile curved across her face. Unlike me, she wasn't nervous in the slightest.
I pulled off my shirt and stepped into the shower.
Hot water hammered down over me, and the fog in my head started to clear. Every instinct I had screamed at me to throw my clothes back on and run. Why the hell had I agreed to this?
Then her face surfaced in my mind — the woman I loved. The way she'd begged me to help her. I couldn't torch the trust I'd fought so hard to earn, not in a place like this. If it was for her, I had to get through this.
I clenched my fist and raked a hand through my wet hair.
That was when it happened.
The motel doorbell rang. My body locked up under the spray.
She's here....
The lock clicked. Someone pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"You're here?"
"Yes..."
A woman. A low, even voice — older than Suyeon's, and shaking.
"Are you nervous?"
"Yes... a little..."
"Is this your first time?"
"Yes....."
Suyeon's voice stayed perfectly composed. She steered the conversation like she'd done this a hundred times. If anything, it was the woman who'd just walked in whose voice was trembling.
"Give us a moment. The Seonsu is washing up first."
"Alright....."
Seonsu? Was that supposed to be me? Some kind of code word for a partner in her little business, by the sound of it.
Great. Looks like I'm making my debut as a gigolo....
I scrubbed down with body wash, shut off the water, and stood there dripping. I wanted out of this room more than anything, but it was far too late for that now.
I toweled off and pulled on the robe hanging by the stall. The open front left my chest bare. I had never walked out in front of a woman wearing nothing but a robe. And now I was about to do it in front of two of them...
"Hoo..."
I'd come this far. The only way out was straight through. I drew one long breath and opened the shower door.
"Oh. Done washing?"
Suyeon looked me over with that same poker face, her eyes traveling down my body. There was the faintest hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
And beside her...
A woman sat in the chair. Mid-thirties, maybe. Her dark hair was gathered neatly at the nape of her neck, and her face was flushed. She had a slender face, pale skin, and large, striking eyes. A white shirt, a black skirt that fell to her calves, and sheer nude stockings underneath.
Her whole look was modest, almost prim — the kind of young wife you'd see strolling through a neighborhood park. I could picture her walking the grounds of an apartment complex with a child in tow. She did not belong in a place like this, this bleak little unmanned motel.
"Hello...."
The moment she saw me standing there in nothing but a white robe, she stood up quickly and bowed.
She was taller than I'd expected — somewhere around five-seven — and her figure caught the eye immediately. That proper, well-bred face sat on top of a body with real curves.
"Ah... yes.... Hello."
I bowed back, slow and careful. Greeting a woman I'd never met while wearing nothing but a robe over my bare skin... a strange thrill ran through my chest and spread through my whole body.
"The Seonsu is a first-timer today as well. Neither of you needs to be nervous."
Suyeon glanced between us as she said it. Her face looked a little flushed too, for some reason.
"Yes...."
We answered at the same time.
"I'll be waiting outside, then. Have a good time."
Suyeon uncrossed her legs and stood. The smooth line of her calf flashed beneath the hem of her skirt, sharp enough to pull the eye. She came straight over to my side and leaned in close to my ear.
"Hey. Jeong Dongho. Listen to me from here on out."
"Wh... what?"
"You just fuck that woman. That's it. Got it?"
"Uh...."
"No names. Don't ask her anything you don't need to. Just do whatever she wants."
"What...?"
"She's the first client, so you better be extra careful. Understand?"
"Yeah... I got it... but do I seriously have to do this?"
Her face went hard in an instant.
"The fuck. You wanna die?"
"Ah... alright..."
"I'll contact you when time's up. Do not come out first. Not for anything."
"R... right...."
"Fuck... get your head on straight. Before I call Seongdae right now."
She must have been sick of watching me stand there like an idiot, because she pulled out the cheat code again. The threat worked on me. It always did.
"Ah... I got it..."
That fucking bitch. Just you wait. One of these days I'll take her and Seongdae down together.
"For the record... she's a schoolteacher."
What? A schoolteacher?
The neatly tied hair, the clothes that hid her figure — it all clicked into place. A woman who was supposed to be the picture of propriety. I could see her standing in front of a classroom, lecturing students.
And a woman like that... was buying me?
A dark little rush of heat stirred at my waist, teasing the head of my cock.
"The reservation is for two hours. If you'd like an extension, just let me know."
Suyeon said it to her in that same practiced, even voice. The woman listened without answering.
Suyeon picked up her handbag and walked out.
The door shut behind her, and the motel room — already quiet — filled up with a thick, awkward silence. The teacher, or whatever she was, perched on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor like she didn't know where else to look.
What the hell am I supposed to do now...
First client. First Seonsu. Two complete amateurs locked in a room together. What was the play here?
After a stretch of silence she slowly lifted her head and looked at me. Our eyes met for the first time. Those round, wide eyes darted away almost immediately, shy and flustered. Watching her squirm like that, I got the feeling I was going to have to be the one to take the lead.
"Um.... are you going to wash up?"
"Pardon?"
Her voice trembled. She hesitated, like the whole moment was too much to process.
"Ah... I should, yes..."
"The towels are... inside."
"Alright..."
Our stiff little exchange hung in the air. If she would just get up and walk out first... if she opened that door on her own, it wouldn't be on me, would it?
I caught myself hoping she'd change her mind and reach for the handle.
"Well then..."
She stood slowly, eyes still averted, looking embarrassed. Even on a second look, she was tall.
A teacher... I wonder what she teaches.
The thought drifted through my head, completely out of place.
Then I sucked in a breath.
Her fingers found the buttons of her white shirt and started working them open, one by one. Those thin fingers were shaking.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
The sound of her buttons coming undone filled the room. A woman I had never seen before in my life was taking her clothes off in front of me. My mouth went wet watching it.
She undid the last button, hesitated, then slowly shrugged the white shirt off her shoulders. The pale, smooth line of her neck and collarbone came into view — not a single mark on that clean, almost translucent skin. It pulled my eyes and held them.
"Hoo...."
I could feel sweat beading on my forehead as I watched her undress.
Then her chest and her bra came into full view. The generous breasts that the white shirt had been hiding spilled into the open. Big. At least a C-cup — no, more than that. Full, heavy breasts straining against a sky-blue bra, a deep line of cleavage packed tight between the cups.
I had never seen a woman's chest that full before. I'd guessed at the shape of them under the shirt, but I hadn't imagined this.
When she turned to hang the shirt on the rack, her breasts bounced and swayed with the movement. Blood surged into my cock all on its own.
She must have felt my eyes on her, because she turned her back to me, shy. I could just hear the faint sound of her breathing.
She stood there in that knee-length A-line black skirt, the sky-blue bra stretched over her full chest above it. The combination was almost unfairly sexy.
Her hand drifted down to the zipper of her skirt and drew it open with a long, slow rasp.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
The loose skirt slid down her hips, and her plump ass came into view. A pair of sky-blue panties — the same color as the bra — barely covered the pale curves of it. A slim enough waist flaring out into wide hips... and above all, that generously rounded ass, sitting high and full. And those thick, meaty thighs beneath it.
Everything the baggy clothes had been hiding was pure, heavy flesh. I wanted to bury my face in those sky-blue panties right then and breathe her in.
"I'll... go wash up..."
Her voice came out small and shaking.
My cock was already standing straight up, a bead of wetness gathering at the tip. A sudden, mindless urge hit me — the need to smell her, right now, filling every corner of my head. I stepped toward her, slow.
Her sky-blue panties were already growing damp.