Her Secret Proposal (6)
The black silk whispered in my fist. I thought of her body — that lush, generous body. Her pale, heavy breasts hovered just out of reach, so close I could almost feel them filling my hands. The black silk panties rasped as they wrapped around my cock.
I brought them to my nose, picturing the smooth expanse of her skin. A warm, sweet scent of sweat rose from the fabric. At the crotch, where something pale and cloudy had dried, a musky smell drifted out. It was as if I could still feel the heat of her most secret place. I was getting close, lost in the thought of the soft insides of her thighs.
Then someone knocked.
I stared at the door, her panties still clenched in my fist.
Who the hell at this hour? I'd checked. Everyone was asleep.
Could it be Seongdae?
What would that bastard do if he saw me sitting on the toilet with his own mother's panties wrapped around my cock?
For a split second I saw his fist coming at my face. Seongdae wouldn't hold back. I pictured myself sprawled on the bathroom tiles, blood pouring from my nose.
No. Absolutely not.
I tried to stuff my rigid cock back into my underwear. It wouldn't go down. The damn thing was still begging me to finish, still thinking of her.
Please. Please just go down.
Another knock. When I didn't answer, he knocked again.
Wait—
I rapped twice on the door, fast. I had to let them know someone was in here. That would buy me a few seconds to pull myself together. My cock was still throbbing, still standing, and I had to hide it.
I yanked my pants up. The grotesque outline of my erection stood out clearly through the fabric. If Seongdae saw this, he might kick me right in the groin. My legs went weak at the thought.
Someone was still waiting outside. They knew I was in here. I shoved Seongdae's mother's black silk panties into my right pocket. Those panties could not be found. Not for anything.
"Ahem. Ahem."
I cleared my throat and flushed the toilet. I was just someone who'd rushed in here to take a leak. They couldn't find out I'd been doing anything else.
I arranged my face into a deliberately casual expression and slowly opened the bathroom door.
The door creaked open — and an unexpected person was standing there. It was her. Seongdae's mother. Fresh from sleep, she was beautiful. She'd changed into a white silk slip, her hair tousled and falling in a natural style as she stood outside the bathroom door.
Whew. Thank god.
I was so relieved it wasn't Seongdae that I let out a deep sigh without meaning to. But something about her expression was off.
"Dongho..."
She stood in front of the bathroom door with a look that was half smile, half wince, her brow faintly furrowed. One hand was lightly covering her crotch.
The moment I saw her face, I understood. She really, really needed to go.
"The bathroom... I..."
She spoke with a peculiar expression, fidgeting, unable to stand still. There was something indescribably sexy about her restlessness. That look on her face — like she was about to burst — sent even more blood rushing to my cock, which was already standing stiff from her panties.
"Ah, you need to go. Of course. Please, go ahead."
I stepped aside from the bathroom door as if being considerate. The moment I came out, she shot inside and shut the door behind her.
The lock clicked. Then I heard the hurried rustle of her pulling her clothes down. I stood in front of the door, imagining her plump ass being revealed beneath the white silk slip. Those panties straining to contain that pale, bouncy ass — what color would they be this time?
Soon the sound of her pissing carried through the door, a long, trembling stream. She would be shaking. Imagining her thighs and the lines of her legs quivering as her bladder released, I wanted to throw the door open and go in right then.
But I couldn't. This was Seongdae's house — Seongdae's fortress, with two enemies inside. Someday I would get her out of this place and bring her home with me. Until that day came, I had to be careful.
While I was lost in that thought, the bathroom door opened. She'd finished and came out wiping her hands. She seemed surprised to see me still standing there.
"Dongho... you didn't go back?"
She couldn't meet my eyes, as if embarrassed. She wouldn't have wanted anyone else to hear the sound of her peeing. Her face was slightly flushed as she pulled the neckline of her slip closed over her cleavage.
"Ah! Yes, I actually wasn't finished yet."
"Oh, is that so? You came out because of me."
"You looked like you really needed to go!"
"Oh my, look at me being so thoughtless. I must have drunk too much water before bed."
Her ears and face went red in an instant. She still seemed bashful about discussing bodily functions with a man who wasn't family. The way she got embarrassed like that made her look so girlish.
"Alright, hurry up and finish and get some sleep."
"Yes. Good night."
These brief meetings and partings with her always left me wanting more. If only I could walk into her bedroom just like this. I wanted to kick out that bald old man lying in there and lie down beside her.
"Ah, you remember about tomorrow?"
She'd been about to go into her room when she turned back and smiled at me. The smile on her refined face was truly beautiful.
"Of course. See you tomorrow."
For a moment I thought she looked at my crotch. She'd been about to close the door, but she paused, standing there, staring at the clearly outlined bulge rising in my pants. I clenched tighter so she could see it more clearly.
The moment she realized what was sitting there between my legs was my cock, her eyes went wide. She was smiling, a flush spreading across her face.
Then her bedroom door closed softly. Back in my spot, I pulled her panties out of my pocket again. My cock, still rock-hard, was screaming to be rubbed with them.
"Haa..."
I let out a small moan and pulled my pants down. The moment her panties touched my cock, it was as if I could hear the sound of her pissing through the door all over again. I imagined her plump ass and thighs pressing down on the toilet seat. The way her thighs pressed together, flesh filling the space between them. I imagined that sensual lower body, so at odds with her refined face.
"Haa..."
Stroking my cock with the panties she'd been wearing, imagining her body, was more stimulating than I'd expected.
In my imagination I lifted her bare lower half onto the sink. Her thick thighs and ass were perched on the edge, her legs spread, waiting for my cock to enter.
Haang...
A moan spilled from her lips. I pressed my swollen, standing cock against the entrance of her pussy. It slid and didn't slide, rubbing against her opening.
Aang... haang...
Her legs wrapped around my waist. Standing, I pushed toward her center. My stiff cock plunged quickly into her entrance. Her pussy, sucking me in as if it meant to devour me, was spread open and flushed red.
"Huu..."
My mind went white as climax rushed in. White cum started spurting from my cock, wrapped in her panties. I quickly clamped the opening with the bunched-up fabric, catching the flood.
"Haa..."
The last of the cum I wrung out soaked her panties through. Before I knew it, my semen had pooled in the crotch of her black silk panties.
I was startled by how much there was. My cum was dripping from her panties. I felt a deep satisfaction that I'd marked her most intimate belonging with my fluids, right here in her house. She and I had grown that much closer.
Even if I'd only come in her panties for now, I imagined the day I'd spray it across that refined, innocent face. I pictured her smiling brightly through the ropes of my cum falling on her skin.
I picked up her panties and went back out toward the bathroom. Then I tossed them — stained with my cum — into the laundry hamper.
Just as I was about to go back to the room after leaving the panties, I noticed her bedroom door was slightly ajar.
Had that been open originally?
Or was I imagining it?
I figured it was just my imagination and lay down on the bed. A smile crept onto my face for no reason. Today, the distance between her and me had closed quite a bit.
Most importantly, I had another date with her tomorrow. I tried to fall asleep thinking of her white breasts and that bouncy ass. Maybe because of how exhausting the day had been, sleep came quickly.
Just as I was drifting off, I heard my door shift. The wind? I was too far gone. Sleep took me.