I'm Your Noona, So I'll Drop the Formalities? (2)
Shower together, huh? What a little minx.
"Sure."
I stood up without a hint of resistance at Lim Jiwoo's suggestion that we shower together. She rose after me and led the way toward the bathroom.
But here's the funny part.
"……."
"……."
Whether we'd wanted it or not — we'd already done everything there was to do with each other — and yet the moment we went to take our clothes off in front of the bathroom, both of us hesitated. Something about the mood was off. The sex we'd had before had clearly been a test. This time, though, there was this vaguely couple-y, snuggly feeling hanging in the air, and the awkwardness crept right in with it.
Fortunately, Lim Jiwoo didn't seem to realize I was in the same boat. She just stood there with an awkward little smile.
In that case, I'd go first.
I slipped off the sweatshirt I'd been wearing and tossed it down in front of the bathroom, wordlessly telling her to do the same. She seemed to get the message. She hesitated once more, then pulled off her T-shirt, and by then I was already taking off my pants.
I only had my underwear left to go, so I took my time looking her over. Her body was... damn. Those white jeans only made her wide hips and firm thighs stand out more. Her shoulders dropped in a clean, pretty line, proof that she really did take care of herself the way she always claimed. Wearing nothing but a bra made the cleavage of her E-cups cut even sharper — and for the same reason, I could see just how pale her skin really was.
She must have finally felt the weight of that stare, because she hesitated again before undoing the belt on her jeans. The woman who'd been so confidently playing the noona just moments ago had vanished, leaving behind nothing but a timid little fox. I couldn't help smiling.
Whatever she made of that smile — she yanked her unbelted jeans down in one go and stood there in her underwear. And she kept going. She stripped off her bra without a shred of shame, then her panties too, peeling everything off until she was completely naked. Then she looked at me, still in my underwear, and that easy confidence filled her face all over again.
What was that supposed to mean?
I pulled my underwear down and showed her the cock that had gotten hard because of her. This time she didn't just hesitate — she flinched hard, then pretended she hadn't seen a thing and ducked into the bathroom first.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
Her plan to tease Woojin little by little until he snapped had been going smoothly. Win the bowling bet, then needle him. Make him call her noona. Act like she was about to do that... then suggest they shower instead.
But the moment they went to take their clothes off together in front of the bathroom, a strange feeling hit her.
...Why did the mood feel so weird?
She tidied up the strangely awkward atmosphere as best she could, then slipped into the bathroom ahead of Woojin and stuck a toothbrush in her mouth. With one cheek puffed out around the brush, she slid the mirror cabinet aside and handed him a fresh toothbrush. Woojin took it and started brushing.
"……."
"……."
The two of them stood side by side in nothing at all, just brushing their teeth in the mirror for a few minutes. Lim Jiwoo was the first to feel the awkwardness. She snuck a glance at Woojin, then spit out the toothpaste, rinsed her mouth thoroughly, and slipped off to the side. She wasn't planning to wash her hair, so she tied it up neatly with a hair tie and stepped in front of the shower.
One more look.
"……."
"……."
Before turning on the water, she checked what Woojin was doing one more time... He still seemed to be brushing, working the toothbrush with focus.
Well then...
She turned on the water — somewhere between lukewarm and warm — and let it hit her chest while she thought about how to get under Woojin's skin. By the time the warm water had started filling the bathroom with steam, Woojin spit out his toothpaste, apparently finished, and rinsed his mouth. He'd be coming over to shower any second, so she swapped her thinking face for one full of easy composure.
A moment later.
"Senior... I mean, noona, do you want to go first? It might be a little tight for both of us."
"I don't think we need to bother with that. Just come closer. What's the big deal?"
"Alright, if you say so."
Woojin slowly stepped over at her coaxing. Close. Their shoulders brushed, just barely, and Lim Jiwoo said—
"Hand."
She cast hand on him like a spell. Woojin had agreed to do whatever she said for the day, so he held out his hand, and she squeezed a decent amount of facial cleanser into it.
Once they'd finished washing their faces—
"Hmm..."
Lim Jiwoo let out a little laugh to herself, picked up a washcloth, and pumped body wash onto it a few times. She worked it until it was loaded with foam, then held it out to Woojin.
"Wash me?"
The moment I took the washcloth, Lim Jiwoo turned her back to me. Snow-white. Smooth. Firm. Especially her shoulder blades. Unlike usual, she'd tied her hair up, so her scapulae stood out clearly. I pressed the washcloth against them and rubbed gently. With every stroke, her skin brushed against mine, just barely.
"All done."
"Then do the front, too."
Once I'd covered her entire back in foam, she turned around. Those E-cup breasts. A flat, defined stomach. Pretty-colored nipples. She showed me her front like it was nothing, so I painted her front with foam like it was nothing, too. Her upper body was done before long.
Seeing herself covered in foam front and back, Lim Jiwoo smiled faintly.
"You're not going to do my legs?"
She placed that order with a bright, almost refreshing lilt, then turned around again — this time showing me her ass. This time, though, I did things a little differently. I wrung the foam out of the washcloth, scooped it into my hands, and rubbed her ass with my bare palms instead of the cloth.
...The bounce on this thing was incredible.
Add the slickness of the body wash, and her ass was the kind of thing you just wanted to keep touching. Unfortunately, though—
"The front, too."
Once I'd foamed her up from her ass all the way down to her heels, she turned around again. I'd been kneeling slightly to wash her heels, and right in front of my eyes was Lim Jiwoo's pussy. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in it right then and there, but the body wash foam made that impossible, which only made the frustration worse.
Whether she knew how pent-up I was or not—
"Give this part a good wash."
She pointed at her crotch and ordered me to wash it again. Once more I worked my hands over her thighs — they had the same springy give as her ass — and kneaded them for a while.
"That's enough. Rinse me off now."
She handed me the showerhead like she'd already gotten used to handling me. I waited for the water to warm up, then held it to her body, and the foam rinsed away in a rush. Then she held the washcloth — the one that had just been all over her — under the showerhead I was holding. I rinsed all the foam out of it. She pumped fresh body wash onto it, then gave me a smiling look with her eyes.
"I'll wash you now."
"Ah... okay."
Lim Jiwoo stepped right up to me with a movement that felt distinctly wicked. My chest. My arms. My legs. Then she went around behind me, like she was going to wash my back...
That wasn't the washcloth. That wasn't even her hands. The hands that were supposed to be washing my back slid past my sides and landed on my chest. Which meant...
"How is it...?"
"...It feels good."
"Just 'good'? I'm washing you with my tits, you know."
Maybe it was because the voice was coming from behind me, but it had this strangely sultry quality — that usual hint of sexiness in her tone — and her breasts were rubbing against my back. Firm. Soft. Big.
And her wickedness didn't stop there. The hands she'd wrapped around my chest so she could rub her breasts against my back started sliding slowly, little by little, downward. Where they stopped was my cock.
"Heheh..."
She gave my already-hard cock a light squeeze, let out a laugh with that nasal, sweet quality to it, and then — using the slickness of the body wash foam — started giving me a handjob.
"How is it? Feel good?"
"...Hah... it feels good."
"You gonna come?"
"If you keep going a little more, hah... I think I will."
Getting sucked off. Getting rubbed between her tits. Putting it inside her pussy. All of it was good. Of course it was all good. But the thing that could deliver the strongest, most direct stimulation was still a handjob. She could grip it tight. She could gently work just the sensitive head. And more than anything, she could move fast.
"You like noona's hand? Wow... I've never seen that look on your face. You didn't even make that face when noona sucked you off. You like hands that much? Heheh..."
And then there was that wicked voice of hers on top of it. Maybe it was because she was five-six — tall enough that even speaking softly, pressed right up against my back, every word landed clear in my ear.
Before long my cock started twitching like I was about to come...
"I'll rinse you off~."
Like that was as far as she was going, she took her hand off my cock, pulled her breasts away from my back, and grabbed the showerhead.
...So this was the concept she'd picked for today?
I glared at her, clearly not happy about it, but she just gave me that signature smiling look with her eyes and sprayed the shower water over my body. Chest, back, arms, legs, and cock. She rinsed every last bit of foam clinging to me, and I figured she was about to step out.
"...Woojin-ah."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna come?"
"……."
Apparently she still had something left. She came closer with a big, goofy grin — close enough that if I just leaned my neck forward a little, our lips would touch.
"...Yeah, I do."
"Mmmmh..."
She flashed that smiling look with her eyes once more, then wrapped her arms — even glossier now from the shower — around my neck. Holding me lightly, she kissed my neck, my cheek, my ear, one after another.
"Want noona to make you come once, right here?"
"Yeah."
"Mmm... okay. Just once, though."
She carefully got down on her knees in front of me and stared at the cock right in front of her face for a moment. She gazed at it quietly... then glanced up at my face with her eyes slightly narrowed, and opened her mouth wide, pushing my cock in as deep as it would go.
"Mmph, slurp, chuuup... slurp, slurp, chuuup—! Hauuum, mmph, slurp, chuuup, chk, slurp—!"
Lim Jiwoo had sucked me off a few times before, but everything about this was different. The place was a bathroom. Her kneeling in front of me was the same, but instead of sitting somewhere, I was standing straight up in front of her. Her skin was dewy and glowing from the water. And more than anything, her hairstyle. She'd loosely twisted her long, wavy hair up, and it made the Lim Jiwoo I was looking at feel just a little different from usual. She'd been calling herself noona this and noona that all cocky since earlier, but with her hair tied up like that, the older-woman vibe hit differently...
"Slurp, haaaa..."
She slathered my cock in spit, then suddenly pulled her mouth off. I was wondering what she was doing when she quietly stood up, like the sucking was over, and came right up to me again. Really close. Close enough that, just like before, if I leaned my neck forward even a little, our lips would meet.
"...If you want to come, you can come."
Lim Jiwoo grabbed my spit-slicked cock in a reverse grip.