After the Drive with Jaehun's Mom — At the Restaurant
We lifted the wine glasses from the table and toasted first.
"Minwoo, you've worked hard studying. Let's enjoy the meal."
"Yes, thank you, Auntie. I'll dig right in."
For someone who had spent most days living off delivery food, this meal was pure bliss. Of course Auntie sometimes packed side dishes for me, but more often than not I had just slapped something together out of laziness. Having her treat me like this filled me with real gratitude.
The rich aroma of the steak, juices bursting with every bite, turned into pure joy on my tongue and spilled across my face. Watching me, her expression softened into something peaceful. We held each other's eyes for a long while, simply savoring the food and the atmosphere.
Maybe it was the mood, but the thought that I still had to drive never crossed my mind; we nearly emptied an entire bottle of wine.
"But don't you have to drive? I think we drank too much."
"Oh my, you're right. I drank without even realizing it. What should we do?"
"..."
"Minwoo, do you have lectures tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's a free day, actually."
Auntie studied me as if weighing something carefully, then spoke again.
"Then... shall we just stay the night?"
"Here?"
"Yes. Want to sleep at a hotel?"
"I'm fine with that, but..."
"Then let's do it. Just a moment, Minwoo."
She picked up her phone. First she called the company and said she would take the next day off. Second, she told her son Jaehun that a company workshop would keep her from coming home.
After hanging up she beamed at me.
"All settled. Shall we open another bottle of wine?"
"Sounds good."
We kept talking while we enjoyed the wine. Every time a glass emptied it was refilled, and we drank on. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass the sunset had already painted the entire sky a deep red. A light flush of alcohol colored her cheeks, and she looked at me with a faintly sultry gaze. We simply stared into each other's eyes and drank in silence.
"Auntie, are you drunk?"
"No, not at this level. But I feel wonderful. Hehe."
"Wine is strange. You don't feel properly drunk, yet there's this hazy, good feeling."
"That's the charm of wine. That's why men and women drink it on important nights."
The soft waves at the ends of her black hair spilled over her shoulders; a few strands, loosened by the alcohol, traced the line of her face. I stood, reached out, and gently brushed the hair that clung to her cheek aside. She caught my hand and pressed it lightly against her own cheek. Her face, warm with drink, felt soft against my palm.
Looking at me with quiet intensity, she said,
"Minwoo... I want you."
Truthfully, the wine had already made me want to touch her body for a while, but I had been holding back.
"Here?"
"Yes. Right here."
One wall of the room was floor-to-ceiling glass, yet beyond it lay only a sheer cliff; no one could pass by. And this was a secret room. No one could enter unless we rang the bell. In short, we could do whatever we wanted and no one would ever know.
I shoved the plates to one side of the wide table, stood her up, and sat her on the edge. Sliding my body between her legs, I ran my hands slowly upward from her calves over the soft skin of her thighs.
"Ha-eung..."
Even that brief touch after so long seemed to excite her at once; her breathing roughened. I swept my palms higher along her thighs and gripped her ass hard. The springy flesh changed shape under my fingers, stoking my own arousal. Then I covered her mouth with mine.
A soft smack.
The moment our lips met we tangled tongues without waiting for the other, kissing fiercely. Driven by the urge to devour every drop of her saliva still tasting of tart wine, I explored the inside of her mouth for a long time.
Wet, hungry sounds filled the space between us.
I lifted her legs onto the table, bent her knees, and spread her open. Her panties were fully exposed; I stripped them off in one swift motion.
A wet sound.
Her pussy was already overflowing with juices, soaking her crotch thoroughly. The sight of her sex after so long made my eyes roll back. I opened my mouth wide, took her whole pussy in, and began frantically licking between the folds, sucking out the wetness.
Obscene, greedy slurps.
At the same time her back arched and she let out a beautiful, shattering cry, breathing hard. The lust and electric pleasure she had been holding in since morning—no, since before my exams—were finally moving her body.
"Haaaahk. Minwoo, you feel so good..."
My tongue dragged long strokes from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. Each time, the juices she had been holding back gushed out. Still moaning, she braced herself with one hand behind her and grabbed my head with the other, repeatedly pulling me closer as if my tongue alone were not enough.
"Minwoo, deeper... deeper... haaang..."
I answered by thrusting my tongue even farther inside and raised a hand to seize her breast hard.
"Ah-heuk."
As my hand circled and kneaded, the knit dress that had only shown her cleavage stretched; her breasts spilled free of the bra. I groped them roughly while carefully licking the flesh of her pussy. Her cries shifted into sobs, and tears of pure pleasure—not sadness—slid down her cheeks.
"Ah-heung... hahk..."
I rose and sucked on the breasts that had spilled over the dress. The hardened nipples told me exactly how aroused she was.
"Ha-euk... haeng. It feels so good. Put it in now, please."
I kept devouring the firm pink nipples while shoving my pants and underwear down. My cock, which had been straining hard against the fabric, sprang free and throbbed as if ready to pierce the pussy right in front of it.
"I'm putting it in now."
"Please... hahk... put your cock in me."
I gripped both her knees and spread her wide, then slowly circled the head of my cock around her entrance, teasing the wet slit.
"Please... hahk."
She parted her own folds with her fingers, urging me to hurry. I eased the head into the opened pink flesh.
"Hahk!"
With a short cry she collapsed backward onto the table, no longer able to support herself. I pushed all the way to the hilt and began slowly rocking my hips.
Wet, sticky sounds of flesh and juices.
The friction of her wetness and flesh produced white foam. Watching my cock disappear between her spread legs, I moved with deliberate slowness, savoring every fold of her pussy as if tasting them one by one.
"Minwoo... a little faster..."
At her request I gradually increased the pace. As the thrusts quickened she closed her eyes, lay back, and surrendered her body to me. Plates rattled on the table; the remaining wine in the glasses swayed like tiny waves. Even while pounding into her I buried my face in her breasts now and then and sucked her nipples.
"Haeng. It feels so good, Minwoo. I think I'm going crazy."
"I love it too, Auntie. But no one's going to walk in, right?"
"Haeng... I don't care if they do."
Her moans grew louder, and a flicker of worry crossed my mind. What if someone opened that big door? Yet at the same time a strange part of me almost wished someone would walk in and see us.
I moved my hips faster. She spread both legs wider and clamped her hands on my ass, pulling me toward her with all her strength so that my cock filled her completely. The jazz melody drifting through the room, the wet slap of skin, and her rising cries blended into a perfect orchestra.
"Minwoo's cock tastes so good."
"Whose pussy is this, Auntie?"
"My pussy is Minwoo's. Completely Minwoo's. Ha-eung..."
Eyes closed, she played with the nipple that had slipped free of her clothes while her other hand frantically rubbed her clit, moaning all the while. Pre-cum and her juices ran down my balls and along my thighs. My cock pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard.
Thud. Thud.
Each time she exhaled heavy, broken breaths, her reason slipping away. After long, powerful thrusts her cries turned into choked, guttural sounds. Just as my own climax approached and I nearly blacked out, she spoke.
"Huk. Huk. Huk. Minwoo... come now."
I drove my hips even harder. Her ass twitched and lifted into the air again and again. The hand that had been rubbing her clit now thrust fingers into her pussy alongside my cock.
"N-now... come... ha-euuung..."
At the final surge of power, a tingling shot from my prostate all the way to my ass; I was ready to explode. I yanked her hips hard against me, thrust a few more times, and poured my cum deep into her pussy.
Thick, pulsing spurts.
My body shuddered with the long-held release, as if I had finally been allowed to piss after holding it forever. She too writhed her lifted hips several times, riding out the last waves of pleasure, then went limp and sprawled across the table.
"Haa... haa... Minwoo. I can't live without your cock anymore. Haa..."
Still breathless, she panted hard.
"Me too, Auntie. Your pussy feels too good. Haa. Haa."
After we caught our breath for a long while I pulled out; the thick load that had filled her spilled out in a slow stream. Even that drew a short moan from her lips.
"Haaang..."
We sat up, grabbed a thick wad of napkins from the table, and wiped the cum from our bodies. Even then, no one entered the room. I later learned that the room was billed for two hours minimum and then thirty thousand won for every extra hour.
We gathered our clothes and tidied the table somewhat. Sitting down as if nothing had happened, she rang the bell for the waiter. The waiter who entered paused briefly at the rearranged place settings, then waited impassively, clearly used to such situations.
"Could you prepare a room for us? One with a good view, please."
"Certainly. I'll give you the key when you leave."
After the waiter left we prepared to go. Auntie rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the wide horizon. I stepped behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her waist; she laid her hands over mine.
"Today was so happy."
"For me too, Auntie."
"When it's just the two of us, will you call me Myeong-hui?"
"I will. Myeong-hui..."
We stood there looking out for a long time, then left the secret room. We took the key the waiter handed us and went up to the room written on it.
Inside, soft lighting was already set. A bed wide enough for three still left room to spare, and a terrace offered a magnificent ocean view.
"Want to shower together?"
"I'd like that."
Right there we stripped off our clothes and stepped into the shower. Overhead lights cast shadows across her body. Her full C-cup breasts looked even larger with the shadow beneath them; her waist was slim, her thighs firm and straight from exercise. We held each other while the shower sprayed warm water over us. Her body heat after sex felt warmer than the water itself.
I squeezed out a generous amount of body wash, lathered both of us, and pulled her close again. Her springy breasts slid slickly against my chest. My cock rose hard once more. Feeling the heavy presence against her belly, she glanced down and wrapped her hand around it. Soft twists of her wrist brought me fully erect again.
I turned her so she faced the wall, lifted one of her legs, and thrust into her from behind.
"Haeng."
I began a slow piston. Every movement of my hips brought the slick, thrilling feel of her soapy ass against me. But the body wash made her lifted leg keep slipping from my grip. I turned the shower on full; the stream washed the soap away. Then I lifted her leg again and drove my hips hard.
Foreplay was no longer needed.