Five-Star Married Woman Hunter (6)
Her number?
She wanted my phone number, just like that. Those wide eyes of hers were trembling. The flush still burning across her face was impossible to miss, and looking at that shaky expression, it seemed like it had taken everything she had just to get the words out.
"Of course. Let me see your phone."
"Here..."
She held it out to me. For a second, the photo on her lock screen snagged my eye.
A middle-aged man in glasses was holding a little boy who looked about five years old. Her family. Obviously her family.
Something I couldn't name moved through me. This elegant, untouched-looking woman — a beloved mother, a wife in a proper home. And today she had spread her most secret place open for me and trembled with raw excitement. She had come in positions she had never once tried with her own husband. The two faces of her sat strangely in my head, like they belonged to different people.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I punched my number into her phone, and she turned slowly and went in to wash. She was tall, and that thick, generous ass of hers twitched as she walked, as if even her backside was embarrassed.
My phone lit up. Suyeon. She had sent the message at exactly the agreed-upon time — which meant, if nothing else, that she was working right now.
The showerhead kicked on in the bathroom.
Her instructions were clean and exact. She was walking me through how to handle a client like she'd been doing this for years. Hard to believe we went to the same school.
Some time passed, and then she came out of the shower.
"Hah..."
The sound left my mouth on its own the second I dragged my eyes over her. She had stepped out wrapped in nothing but a single bath towel, a white robe draped over that voluptuous body that did absolutely nothing to hide her. Those full breasts and that carved S-curve of a waist were more than a scrap of terry cloth was ever going to cover.
Anyone with eyes could see she had the body of a stacked MILF. Only her face was still holding on to the last scrap of her propriety. She glanced at me, shy, and a little more color seemed to rise in her cheeks.
"Um... turn around..."
"Sorry?"
"Could you look the other way...?"
She said it carefully, almost delicately. A minute ago my cock had been buried to the hilt in her ass, and now she was playing bashful. It felt like an act.
"Ah... yeah..."
I turned around because I had to, and all I could do was listen to her get dressed.
A rustle. A soft slide of fabric.
The sound of a pale blue bra and panties going on — a bra that was barely containing those D-cups. I could hear the panties climbing slowly up the swell of her ass, the underwear settling over the soft flesh of her breasts, and every whisper of cloth dragged the heat of what we had just done back through me.
I turned my head, just a little, and looked.
Luckily she was too focused on getting her clothes on to notice.
"Hah..."
That white, thick, generous body of hers was on full display as she pulled on the white shirt she had arrived in. Those heavy breasts tipped forward like they were about to spill out of whatever was holding them. I felt the blood start crowding back into my cock.
She worked her arms into the sleeves and began buttoning, slow and careful. I could hear each little click. Her head was bowed, all her attention on the shirt, and that bra — just barely holding up a pair of breasts that looked ready to pour out of it — was doing a number on my eyes.
By the time she finally got the white shirt on, I was rock hard all over again. The hem barely covered those thick thighs, which only made the whole picture filthier. Still bottomless, she eased her legs into a loose skirt. The black skirt had a pretty wide cut, and even so it caught on that ample ass of hers and hung there.
That body is seriously fucking sexy...
How did a woman with a body like that end up as a schoolteacher? She had the kind of figure that could walk onto an AV set tomorrow and make it look easy.
"I... I should get going..."
She had finally finished dressing. Her hair was still damp when she said it.
"Um... was it good?"
I still don't know where I found the nerve. Maybe I just wanted to keep her talking a little longer. My voice shook when I asked her how today had been.
"Mm.... yes.... it was good..."
"Really?"
"Yes... it was a little new for me, but..."
She had already slipped back into being the proper schoolteacher, the wife of a household. That elegant, innocent white face of hers looked almost unfairly sexy.
"So... out of five?"
"....Five."
She answered it shyly and slipped out through the door. Through that loose skirt, the silhouette of her thick ass showed through as clear as a drawing.
"Hoo..."
A breath of relief leaked out of me. First time doing this, and it had still been a damn satisfying fuck. A client with a body that ridiculous, a situation that immersive — it had pumped a whole extra charge of excitement into the work.
And luckily, she had seemed satisfied too. Five out of five...
My phone buzzed again.
Suyeon. She was clocking our situation from out in front of the motel like she had a feed on the place. The girl did not miss a beat.
The lock clicked, the door swung open, and Suyeon walked in. Under that short A-line skirt, a pair of long, clean legs stretched all the way down. My cock, already standing, gave a twitch in her direction.
"So? How'd you do?"
No change in her face. Same haughty look as always.
"Mm... yeah... I think it went okay."
"Not you. Was the client satisfied?"
Rude-ass bitch. Listen to the way she talked to me.
"Yeah... five stars, she said."
"Pfft. Five stars, my ass."
A sneer slid across her face, like the whole idea was funny.
That's because you've never had a taste of my cock. I put this thing in you, you wouldn't be able to move.
I wanted to throw it in her face. I didn't. The look she wore when she was doing business was sharp enough to cut.
"Whether the client was satisfied, we'll know if she comes back. Anyway. Good work."
She started digging through the handbag sitting on her lap. Something black seemed to flash in the shadow of her skirt.
"Here."
She held out a white envelope.
"...What's this?"
"You dumbass. You did the work, you get paid."
"What?"
"What, you think this is charity? I already told you."
Right. I had completely forgotten. She had told me to fuck the woman and I had fucked the woman, and it had not once crossed my mind that money would be involved too.
"How much...?"
"You idiot. Check it later. I'm leaving first — follow me out after. Don't come out right behind me."
The haughty look was back on her face as she finished and stood up.
Wait. She can't leave yet.
"Ah — hold on!"
"...What?"
She had the door open, already on her way out, and she turned back at my sudden shout.
"A promise... is a promise."
"What promise?"
She tilted her head like she had genuinely, completely forgotten.
Of course. She wasn't even listening to me.
"Seongdae... his mom... we have to meet her."
"...What?"
"We said we'd meet. The three of us — me, you, and Seongdae's mom."
"....Ah~"
She looked me in the eye like it had only just come back to her.
"Right. I should meet her."
"Huh? You mean it?"
"Yeah. I'll meet her. Pfft."
She was smiling at me, actually smiling, like something about this pleased her. I had never seen her smile like that.
She's pretty. Disgustingly pretty.
I thought of my cum splattered across that rude, pretty face of hers.
"Let me know once you've got a time and place. Oh, and I'll contact you when I've lined up the second client."
She finished in a rush and stepped out the door. My answer did not even register. She left the room like I was not a person in it — like I was not there at all.
"Hoo...."
I was sitting alone on the bed. Around me, the sheets were still wet, and that strange, lingering smell of sweat hung in the air.
I opened the white paper envelope she had left behind.
One fifty-thousand-won note. One ten-thousand-won note.
Sixty thousand won...
My first paycheck from a sex gig was sixty thousand won.
Either way, I had gotten Suyeon to agree. Whatever it had taken to get there, what mattered was that I had kept my promise to the woman I loved.
The power of love is a hell of a thing. Taking a sex gig just to keep a promise to her... Things I would never have done on my own, I was pushing through under the name of love.
That was how precious she was to me.
The second I got home I opened KakaoTalk, tapped her profile photo, and pulled up the chat. It was a little past ten.
For a second I could see it — that skin of hers, so white it was almost translucent, beaded with water. That pink flesh, glistening and wet, twitching like it was begging to be fucked.
She left me hanging again. She had a habit of doing that over text whenever she was wrestling with something inside herself.
Hoo... so she was the only one in the house right now? Talk about a windfall.
This was the kind of chance that came around once a year if you were lucky. Seongdae and the old man, gone fishing. That big house, and her alone in it. I could already see her washing herself — getting her body ready for me.
I could feel my cock driving into her, squelching between the soaked lips of a pussy still heavy with water.
I could not let this slip...
Blood began to push, hot and alive, back into a cock that had already gone slack from one round of sex.