Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Chapter 26: Hotel Rendezvous
She'd even booked a hotel room in advance. But even with a reservation, was check-in not required? Or had she already handled that too? I rode the direct elevator from the parking lot up to the room with Lee Da-mi. On the way, her slender fingers slithered between mine like a snake.
Squeeze.
She hooked her arm through mine, pressing it right into the center of her breasts. Just like a couple. We walked arm-in-arm.
Thump thump thump thump!!
My heart wasn't just pounding—it was hammering like I might have a heart attack any second. The deep green hair leaning lightly on my shoulder looked even more beautiful in that moment. Her natural scent wafted toward me, more intoxicating and arousing than usual. Was I really about to have sex with this woman in a hotel room right now? The situation was 99% there, but I still felt dazed.
'Might not even need the aphrodisiac perfume...?'
As crass as it sounds, with my dick rock-hard and throbbing, it felt like Da-mi was just as turned on. I mean, she'd booked a whole hotel room and brought me here... And it wasn't some cheap motel on the street—this was a place I'd never even heard of. It rang a vague bell, but as a hotel in Seoul, it wasn't somewhere I'd ever have reason to visit. Probably ridiculously expensive, too.
Lost in those scattered thoughts, my head spinning,
Ding!
The elevator stopped on one of the highest floors. We walked down the lavish hotel corridor, and her steps halted in front of the room door.
Beep!
The door unlocked with her keycard.
"Whoa..."
The suite we stepped into drew an involuntary gasp of awe from me. Even the entryway felt luxurious. Kicking off our shoes, the living room we faced first was bigger and fancier than my entire one-room apartment. Seoul's glittering nightscape sparkled beyond the living room's glass walls, and a romantic pink welcome drink sat ready on the table. There seemed to be at least three bedrooms.
After a moment of admiration, I found myself in an awkward spot.
'...Now what?'
I hadn't been the one leading her here, and with zero experience like this, my mind blanked on how to kick things off. All the half-assed research I'd done vanished from my head. Just strip and dive in? Lost in that idiotic dilemma,
"Seong-hyeon."
Da-mi unlinked our arms and pressed her body lightly against mine from the front, resting her hands on my waist.
Squeeze...
Her breasts squished firmly against my chest. She looked up at me with sultry, thick, seductive eyes and spoke in a sweet voice.
"I'm feeling a bit hot, so I'm gonna shower. There's another bathroom in that bedroom over there for you... You know, right?"
"...Yeah. I was just thinking I need one too—I'm kinda sweaty..."
"Hehe, okay. See you... in a bit."
Stroke.
Da-mi licked her red lips and gently caressed my cheek with her fingertips. It felt like she might kiss me with those full, moist lips any second, but she just teased me with that light touch before pulling away. She padded lightly toward the bathroom, leaving her bag and coat tossed in the living room. I stared blankly at her retreating figure, then snapped to and hurried into the bathroom in the inner bedroom.
"This one's huge too."
For an attached bathroom, it was at least twice the size of my one-room's. Would I ever get to stay in a place this pristine and pretty again? Lost in the room and bathroom's luxury,
"...Not the time."
I shook myself and stripped off my clothes. Started the shower. Everywhere.
Splash...!
"Hoo..."
I took deep breaths to steady my nerves. Brushed my teeth extra carefully, making sure not a hint of odor lingered. I spent three times longer than at home and finally emerged clean. Then I pondered.
"Should I wear the robe?"
Put my clothes back on, or go with the provided bathrobe? I chose the robe. We'd come all the way arm-in-arm; backing out now would make me look like a total wuss. Next up.
"...Gotta wear underwear, right?"
Boxers under the robe or not... I went with yes. The robe alone would've shown my raging erection way too clearly. Prep done, I slipped the aphrodisiac perfume and a few extra condoms—just in case—into the robe pocket. Then sat in the center of the wide living room sofa.
"Nice sofa."
The plush sink-in comfort calmed me a bit. With the faint shower sounds from the bathroom as BGM, I sipped the welcome drink while admiring the night view. It was sweet. No clue what it was, but the kind of thing women would love.
"Stay cool, stay cool... Hoo..."
I wanted to play it chill, but my legs shook on their own. Even the water sounds kept my dick twitching. But knowing Da-mi was naked in that shower right now? No way I could be 100% calm. Soon.
Drip.
The showerhead went silent. I tensed up, body rigid. Then just faint clinking sounds here and there. And another 30 minutes passed before.
Click.
"Sorry. Did I keep you waiting long?"
The door opened, and Da-mi walked in from the hallway.
Swish.
Her deep green hair, loosely tied up during the shower, cascaded like silk as she shook it out.
"...No, I just got out too..."
"Hehe, doesn't look like it?"
With slightly lighter makeup than before, she smiled at the corner of her mouth and approached lightly. Wearing a white bathrobe—different from my navy one. The belt cinched at her waist made her breasts bulge prominently atop the fabric, a hint of cleavage peeking through. Her smooth knees and calves on display. She sat in the single-seater sofa directly facing me. Then elegantly picked up her welcome drink and held it out toward me a little.
"You sneakily drank alone? We should toast first."
"S-Sorry. Let me now..."
"Perfect. Cheers~"
Clink!
Glasses touched, and she took a light sip. I couldn't tear my eyes off her. Fresh from the shower, radiating warm steam, her body wash-scented aroma filling the air. The sight of her in that robe, sipping her drink, was insanely sexy. She noticed me staring blankly and curved her eyes playfully as she set her glass down. And.
Swish.
She crossed her legs. The robe draped over her legs parted to the sides. Revealing. Those thick, plump, springy white thighs people call "honey thighs." And more.
"......"
Just like when she'd teased me before. A bright red panty. Peeked out from beneath her overlapping thighs. No. She showed it to me. Da-mi did.
"Hehe."
Smirking lewdly, savoring my gaze there. She asked me.
"What do you think?"
"...Huh? What about...?"
"You seemed to like it so much back then, so I brought something similar for tonight..."
Her hand lifted the hem of her robe just a bit. Her wide hips and the panty's straps came into view.
"Does it suit me?"
To that question. That blatant sex appeal.
"It suits..."
About to reflexively say yes, I wrestled control from my dick-dominated brain and switched it up.
"...Can't really tell from here, hard to say."
"What? Pfft... Hehe, hahaha...!"
Not expecting me to fire back like that, Da-mi widened her eyes then burst into amused laughter.
"Can't have that. I wore it tonight just for your compliments."
Her laughter faded, and she rose from the sofa with those words. Barefoot, no slippers, padding over to my side of the table. Right in front of me.
Swish!
She tugged the robe's belt loose. The bathrobe fell open naturally.
"......"
"Better view now?"
As she said, now I could see perfectly. The sexy red lace bra cupping her watermelon-sized breasts. Her impossibly slim waist relative to that chest. Her pretty belly and sexy navel, toned from consistent care with barely any flab. And. Last time, I'd only glimpsed the crotch cover and the bit between her ass and thighs. Now, the vibrant, sexy red panties matching the bra. Along with her stunning legs below, all fully on display.
"...It suits you perfectly. So pretty... insanely sexy."
"Thanks. Worth packing them since you say so."
Da-mi's smiling cheeks flushed a bit. Not from the shower, I knew. After my appraisal, she sat beside me without fixing her robe.
Plop.
Right up against my hip, pressing my left arm between us as she whined.
"Mm, your arm's in the way..."
"S-Sorry, I'll move it."
I lifted my arm quick. Then blanked on where to put it—until.
Grab.
I draped it around her shoulders from behind. Spot on, apparently—Da-mi smiled with her eyes and leaned her head against me.
Squeeze...
Her breasts pressed into my torso. Looking down from above. Her fresh-showered womanly scent dizzied my head, and the view before me stole my breath. Da-mi's beautiful face greeted me inches from my chin. Below, impossible-sized tits and cleavage tempted me; her lower body, obscured by those breasts, was pure horniness incarnate. As I marveled, Da-mi moved her hand.
Slide...
She tugged my robe's belt. It parted to the sides naturally. Exposing my torso, the bulging outline of my erection in my drawers, my thick thighs—she stared piercingly before.
"Hehehe..."
Her eyes crinkled foxily in delight, thrilled and lewd. Then her delicate fingers teasingly stroked my thigh with just her fingertips.
Stroke.
"Ngh..."
A weird tickle and shiver raced through me. A groan slipped out unbidden.
"Such a sturdy, handsome body... but so cute..."
Delighted by my reaction, her hand crept higher. From thigh to abs, then up to caress my pecs. Finally.
Squeeze...
"Haa... Seong-hyeon... Your nipples are so hard?"
She teased, pressing my nipple with her fingers. Hot breath on my face, whispering dirtily. And egged me on.
"Your hands feel so mysteriously warm and comfy, you know?"
"R-Really? Didn't realize..."
"Even just holding hands earlier made me feel all cozy..."
"......"
"I'm feeling a little chilly right now..."
I'm dense, no sex experience, first time doing this skinship with a woman in the real world—I'll admit I'm clueless. But she was signaling this hard; I wasn't idiot enough to ignore it. I leaned my stiff body slightly toward her. Placed my right hand on her thigh.
"Ha-ah..."
The soft yet smooth skin drew a soft moan from her instantly. Mimicking her moves, I kneaded. Massaged the springy thigh a few times, then slid slowly upward. Hip, lower belly, navel... reaching her solar plexus. From all my frantic research since setting this date, I recognized her bra was front-hook style.
Click, click...
Unfamiliar fingers fumbled the taut hook. Soon.
Snap... Jiggle...!
Success. The red bra sprang open to the sides, unleashing the massive orbs inside. Milky-white breasts with slightly larger-than-most deep pink areolas and nipples. Already hard, standing erect.
Squish...!
"Ahhng..."
I gripped them with her breasts in hand. No—couldn't fit in one palm. Soft flesh spilled between my fingers. My mind blanked.
'Fuck... shit...! This is a tit...?'
Just the chest alone blew Jeong Ye-sol out of the water. Heavenly softness. Enraptured but with some tit experience, I steadily moved on. Kneaded her full breasts every which way, flicking the nipples with my fingers. Bigger than most girls', rubbing the hardened buds felt extra filthy arousing.
"Eut... Seong-hyeon..."
Instant reaction to my touch. Da-mi looked up at me, face flushed with arousal, voice wet and needy. Our breaths mingling, noses nearly brushing. Staring into her eyes, I said.
"Yours... got hard too, Da-mi."
Pinch...
"Heek...! Mmng..."
A cute moan as I gently pinched her nipple. Embarrassed by the sound, her face flushed deeper.
"I... never even made sounds like that for my husband..."
Excusing herself like that, she gazed at me with moist eyes under her lashes.
"It's embarrassing... Come on, Seong-hyeon... gonna make me feel this shy...?"
Even now, egging me on. She tilted her chin up slightly. I.
"...Can't have that. Making you embarrassed."
Brought my face to hers.
"Smack..."
Lips met. Her soft lips crushed against mine. And as if on cue.
"Haa... Chu... Smooch... Mm... Smack..."
Lips parted, tongues met in the middle. At first, a cute greeting like new lovers holding hands—her thicker-than-expected tongue touched mine innocently.
"Churp... Ahng... Smack..."
Suddenly sticky with saliva, it coiled around mine like a snake. Not one to back down, I explored hers in return.
"Haa, hng... Chu... Haa..."
Our excited breaths grew ragged. Not just tongues—her lips sucked mine more passionately.
"Chuuup..."
Nibbling my upper lip, or me tonguing her full lips. I. Learned what a real kiss was. What I'd done with Ye-sol or Yu-na started mechanical but grew closer midway. But not true kisses. This—craving each other's bodies, passionately devouring lips and saliva—felt different. Having learned a real kiss, craving her tongue and spit, as she focused deep on ours. Midway.
Sliide... Grip...!
"...!"
Her hand roaming my chest slid down, seizing my dick over my boxers. Even through fabric, a woman's hand on my cock—the fact, the feel—blew my mind open.
Knead, knead...
"Churp... Haa... How's it... so huge... Beeee... Chu..."
Amazed at my objectively massive size, she kissed even stickier. Flat tongue against mine, hot breath blown in, saliva trails everywhere. In this insane situation, precum leaking nonstop in my boxers thanks to that intense kiss. I moved my hand too. From her buried tits, down to her lower belly briefly.
Twitch!
Da-mi shuddered lightly, then.
Spread...
Parted her legs. Wide open. Inviting me in. I gladly reached.
Squishhh...
Heat pouring out, panties soaked sticky with her juices. The married woman's most precious place, craving an affair fuck—Da-mi's pussy.
Squelch, squishhh...
"Ahng...! Seong-hyeon... Smack..."
Even over panties, her thick mound, pussy lips palmed and stroked. In this moment. The young, beautiful married woman's pussy.
Squiiiishhh...
Sopping wet and sticky, fully mine.