Behind a Wall of Strangers
“You’re dying for it, aren’t you? Hold on a second.”
The man brushed a kiss against Rahel’s forehead, then turned and took in their surroundings at an unhurried pace. The people who had been hovering nearby, startled by what they were doing, met his eyes—and a moment later settled in around him and Rahel with their backs turned, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
At the sudden shift, Rahel looked around through a hazy gaze.
The beachgoers who had been stealing glances at them only moments before had turned as one, as if by prior agreement, sitting or standing with their backs to the pair and forming a perfectly ordinary human screen. People chatting easily while they watched the sea. Couples wrapped around each other, admiring the view. Others lost in their phones. They moved so naturally, and yet they wove together so precisely that the man and Rahel vanished from sight completely.
Behind that peaceful scene, the two of them alone were left inside a sealed, obscene sanctuary. Once he had confirmed every face, the man looked down at Rahel and smiled.
“I set it up for you.”
“That’s… strange.”
Rahel murmured it, gazing up at him with sweet, glazed eyes. He kissed her lightly and answered.
“What’s stranger is how good your Korean is.”
He slid both hands around her waist and drew her upright. Kneeling on the white sand, Rahel’s eyes came level with his hips. Sunlight flashed across her blonde hair as if it meant to burn, and the sea wind skimmed her oil-slick skin, spreading a thick, clinging scent. Another hot sigh spilled from her mouth.
Slowly, the man drew down his zipper.
Zzzip.
The sound cut clearer than the waves. The moment he sprang free, hard and risen in the sunlight, Rahel’s blue-gray eyes wavered.
“…Jesus.”
The word slipped out of her without thought. He tipped her chin up, met her eyes, and murmured.
“Qualified enough, aren’t you? Like I promised—I’m finishing inside.”
He picked up the bottle of oil again. The instant he popped the cap, gold liquid spilled across his palm. One hand closed around his cock; the other swept Rahel’s hair gently back. Oil ran down and flashed along the head.
Rahel’s lips parted before she knew she was doing it.
Pleased by the reaction, he dragged the oil-soaked head lightly across her lower lip.
“This is what you wanted. Have a taste.”
She put out her tongue without a shred of hesitation. The taste of sticky oil tangled with his scent and flooded her mouth.
Every time her tongue licked up over the head, his thigh trembled, faint and fine.
He took her head gently in his hands and pushed into her mouth—slowly, but with no room for doubt.
The slick of the oil and the raw musk of him traveled from the tip of her tongue straight into her brain. The jolt of it made her feel her pussy growing wet all over again. Her hand tried, of its own accord, to slip down toward her cunt, and Rahel only barely held it back.
“Mmm—!”
A low moan broke from the base of her throat. Oil and spit mixed, and the sound turned slippery. He rolled his hips, unhurried.
In. All the way out. All the way in again.
Rahel’s lips clamped around the head and refused to let go. Both her hands clutched his thighs as if she meant to hold him there. He eased those hands away and set them instead at the root of his cock.
“You do it.”
Eyes half-lidded, Rahel stroked him up and down with an oil-wet hand.
Then she bowed her head of her own will and swallowed him deep, all the way to the end. He stroked her hair and pressed his hips slowly forward.
Each time her throat swelled and eased, his cock slid back into her mouth and drew out again.
Her eyes were fully shut now, the corners gone damp.
She didn’t pull away.
If anything, she tried to take him deeper.
He looked down at her for a while, then slowly drew her up. He laid her on the mat beneath the parasol. Rahel let his cock slip from her mouth without resistance and stretched out where his hands guided her.
Fine white sand clung to her back and glittered with the gold oil like scattered jewels.
He spread her legs wide and lifted the bottle again. As if shy, Rahel covered her face with both hands. He gently drew them away and poured the golden oil straight over her pussy. It ran down her pink folds and shone, slick as petals soaked in honey.
“Haa—!”
Her back bowed like a drawn bow. Both hands seized fistfuls of the white sand before she knew it.
He kept working his fingers in slow circles, easing her open from the inside. Oil mingled with her wetness, and the sound turned thick and obscene. Rahel clapped the back of her hand over her mouth. Even so, she couldn’t stop every moan from leaking through.
How long passed like that? He drew his fingers out and set the head of his cock against her entrance.
“Ready?”
Instead of answering, Rahel lifted her hips a little, trying to line herself up. Her pussy kept twitching, searching for him. Her lower belly wandered through the air as if hunting his cock.
He didn’t tease her. He met that expectation in a single stroke, all the way to the hilt. His cock disappeared into the pretty cleft of her.
Thud—!
“Aaaah—!!”
Rahel’s cry rode over the sound of the surf, but not one person beyond the parasol turned their head. They stayed peaceful, as if they occupied some other dimension entirely.
Only the two of them under the shade were tangled together like animals, soaked in sweat and oil.
Her legs locked tight around his waist. Both arms wound around his back.
He moved his hips slowly.
In. All the way out. All the way in again.
Slap— slap— slap—
Every time he drove up into her, oil and slick mixed around her pussy and frothed into white foam.
Rahel’s long legs cinched his waist, and her nails left red tracks down his back. The gold oil smeared all over her body was marking him everywhere it touched.
“More… more harder…!”
As if answering her, he moved faster, and deeper. Rahel’s hips caught his rhythm and danced to it.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Her breasts jolted wildly. Her eyes rolled back.
He paused just long enough to shift his seat, then hooked her long, smooth legs up over his shoulders.
Toes pointed at the sky. Hips lifted into the air.
In the sunlight her oil-wet pussy gaped wide open, the pink inner flesh trembling as it swallowed him to the root.
One hand braced her ass. The thumb of the other pressed hard into her clit. He drew all the way out, then drove back in to the base in a single stroke.
Thud—!!
“Aaaaaaaah—!!”
Rahel’s scream shook the whole beach. Her neck arched all the way back, blonde hair scattering over the sand. The strands flew in a tangle, and the veins in her throat stood out as if they might burst. Her hands, with nowhere else to go, clutched at the white sand in a frenzy.
He drove her without mercy. Fast, deep, one stroke after another, no pause.
Thud! Thud! Thump! Thud! Thump!
He changed rhythm and tempo, and every time he struck hard against the mouth of her womb, her pussy spasmed like something unhinged. Her inner walls clenched around him and refused to let go, tightening as if they were begging.
“More… more…! Fuck… I’m… I’m coming…!”
Filth spilled from her mouth before she knew it. Rahel herself almost certainly didn’t register it. Those proud, beautiful eyes rolled all the way back. Her pupils went white, and her mouth fell open.
Her nails dug into his arm. Deep enough to draw blood. He was cresting too. For the last stroke he drove his hips in as deep as he could, as hard as he could.
Thud—!!
In that instant, Rahel’s body locked rigid as stone.
And then—
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah—!!!!”
Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy bit down on him and clenched and released in a mad rhythm.
The mouth of her womb opened wide, and hot liquid burst out of her like a fountain.
Splaash—!!
A clear, scalding stream ran down his stomach and thighs.
Her legs shuddered in the air, toes stretching straight and curling again, over and over. Her breasts heaved wildly. Sunlight flashed off the oil slicking her stiff nipples.
Tears spilled from her eyes. Spit ran from the corner of her mouth. He didn’t stop. Slowly, but without fail, he poured hot semen deep inside her.
Pulse. Gulp. Gulp.
“Haaaaaa…!!”
Rahel’s body seized hard one more time.
Her pussy sucked greedily, determined not to lose a single drop. Every breath she drew set her whole body trembling.
He pulled out slowly.
The moment he slipped free, white semen mixed with clear slick and ran from her in a thick trickle.
Rahel collapsed onto the mat.
Her legs quivered as she gasped for air. Her eyes were still half-closed, fixed on the sky.
He stroked her wet blonde hair and murmured, low.
“There. Great Wall, complete. Haha. Good?”
Weak as she was, Rahel smiled—clearly, unmistakably. Then she parted her trembling lips and barely managed to get the words out.
“…You fucking destroyed me.”
The beach wind carried the smell of her sweat and oil, of semen and slick, and passed on in silence.
He lingered in the afterglow a moment, then met the eyes of Rahel, who was looking up at him from beside him, damp and shining.
“That good?”
“Mm.”
She opened her eyes to sleepy slits and offered her lips. He kissed her slowly, then pushed himself up.
“Leaving?”
“Yeah.”
“Awful man. You do this to a woman and then just go.”
She said it while gathering her swimsuit with arms and legs that still wouldn’t stop shaking, and pulled it back on piece by piece. It was the sort of suit that took more care to get into than it looked. On a whim, he stroked softly up between her thighs.
Rahel arched as if lightning had struck her and shuddered all over.
“Here. Take this.”
Once the suit was properly on, she drew a business card from her bag and held it out to him. Black stock, a gold emblem pressed into it—an expensive card.
“Hm? This place?”
He tipped his head at the company printed there. Korea’s finest jewelry house, a luxury name famous the world over. And this was their card.
“And you’re the CEO?”
“Honored, aren’t you? The woman you just made yours is that person.”
Rahel smiled, clear and bright, looking up at him. She seemed to take it as a given that someday he would come looking for her.
“Whenever you miss me, come. If you need something, that’s fine too.”
By then there was no one left around them. The crowd had drifted off, each person as naturally as if nothing had happened. He kissed her forehead one last time and rose all the way to his feet.
Under the blue sky, the East Sea was a true, deep blue. Watching the light glitter across the water, the man thought it looked like Rahel.