Drive (2) — I'll Let You Cum Inside
"Wait!"
The moment she reached the second floor, I stopped her, then took the stairs two at a time and went out onto the terrace ahead of her. I raised the camera again, framed her in the viewfinder, and waved her over.
She saw me standing there with the camera and smiled, a soft, knowing curve of her lips, then started walking toward me at an unhurried pace. Even behind the mask, her face was thick with coquetry.
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of her heels carried through the open terrace door. She came toward me with a slow, deliberate crossing of one leg over the other, and the way she moved on those dizzying high heels was pure sex.
I kept firing the shutter without thinking, and before I knew it she was standing right in front of me.
She set the coffee tray down on the table, then—without me even asking—walked over to the glass railing of the terrace and struck a pose.
I filled the greedy lens of my camera with every inch of her. Miho rested her arms on the glass railing, then shifted, turning to face me. She lifted one leg and set her foot against the glass—a pose that put her thighs on full display.
She changed again, this time pretending to gather her hair. The motion of her arms pulled her dress up with them.
The dress, which already barely covered a third of her thighs, rode higher still until it was only just managing to hide her most private place.
I crouched low and shot her from a low angle. Inside the viewfinder, her expression was pure gumiho—a nine-tailed fox made to seduce men.
Next she sat in a chair, crossed her legs, propped her chin in her hand, and looked straight into the lens.
I zoomed in on her face, then shot only her legs, then the toes peeking from her open-toed heels, then her whole body again—and finally set the camera down and took my seat.
"Satisfied?"
"Wow… Miho, you… you're ridiculous! You could be a shopping-mall model."
"Hehehe! Funny you say that—I actually start modeling next week. It's a new mall. I saw the listing on a part-time job site, applied, and they said I start next week."
"Damn. So you're a pro model now!"
"Oppa, show me some of them."
She took the camera from me and studied her own photos with careful attention. I must have taken well over a hundred in a matter of minutes.
We went through them together, deleting the ones we didn't need.
"Which one's your favorite, Oppa?"
"This one. Where you're pretending to tie your hair and the skirt rides up."
"Heh. Because it almost shows my pussy?"
"That too… but mostly because it shows off your charm. That look like you're about to devour a man, those natural movements that somehow still feel like a pose designed to seduce—I love it."
"Hehe. I'm not usually good at seducing anyone… you made me like this, Oppa!"
"Which is exactly why I like it even more. My fuck buddy knowing how to be this filthy and how to tempt me."
"Hehe. This is only our second time meeting… but I feel like I've changed a lot since I saw you last."
She really had changed. Or rather—this was who she had always been, and the nature that had been buried for lack of the right experience was finally bursting free now that she had met me.
Miho was only going to become more of a gumiho from here on out: a woman who knew exactly how to seduce a man.
"How was the club last time? Did you pick anyone up?"
"What do you think?"
Miho leaned back in her chair and looked at me.
"You'd have men swarming you even if you just stood there, so of course you succeeded."
"Heh. Correct!"
"How'd it go? Did you make the first move?"
"No. When you go up on the stage to dance, guys just attach themselves to you. I brushed a few off, then one of them caught my eye, so I danced with him for a bit."
"What did you like about him?"
"His body was insane. All these thick, stacked muscles… and he said he was a gym trainer."
"And then?"
"So I pressed my chest right up against him and danced stuck to him like glue. Grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, too."
"Whoa… a gumiho really is a demon of seduction!"
"Hehe! At first he seemed a little thrown off by how aggressive I was. But pretty soon he was grabbing my waist and my ass and dancing with me. And then… the two of us went outside. Hehe. That night I left before Ju-young or A-young did."
"Ah, right—they went with you. What happened with them?"
"I checked the chat later. They didn't hunt at all—just met up with friends, drank, and hung out. When they heard I'd been with a guy, you should've seen how shocked they were… heh."
She clearly felt some kind of competitive edge toward Ju-young and A-young. Women's friendships really were complicated things.
"How do you feel hearing I was with that guy, Oppa? Jealous?"
"Hmm… less jealous than… curious? About how you were with him."
"How do you think I was?"
"Obviously worse than with me."
"Ahahaha. Oppa's confidence is off the charts!"
She threw her head back laughing and sat up properly. Because of the shape of the chair, the new position still left her half-reclined against the backrest.
I shifted closer and stroked her thigh. Unless someone deliberately came over to our side, no one inside would be able to see what we were doing.
"Of course I'm confident. So—how was it? Tell me."
"Mmm~~ We left the club and went to a motel."
I listened while I gently ran my fingers down the inside of her thigh.
"At the motel he showered first and came out with just a towel covering the front… and god, his body… the muscles were all in these thick, bulging slabs… I'd never seen a body like that, so I thought it might look gross, but I was so curious."
"And you? Did you shower and come out in a towel too?"
"I showered and came out in a robe. He was lying on the bed with his hands laced behind his head, looking all full of himself, and it was kind of cute—like he was putting on a show. Hehe. So I played a little game I'd learned from you, Oppa."
"What kind?"
"I lay down next to him and started playing with his nipples. Then he grabbed my head and made me suck him off. Being forced like that kind of put me in a bad mood, though? Anyway, I sucked him the way you taught me, and he started moaning just like you do—and then all of a sudden he scooped me up and threw me down on the bed. God, he was so strong… I actually screamed, I was so startled…"
Miho was slender for her height and light, so a guy built like that would have had no trouble lifting her.
"Then he just started kissing me, sucking on my tits, groping me… licking and fingering my pussy too…"
"How was it when he touched you? Did you feel anything?"
"Not as much as with you, Oppa, but a little. He was kind of rushed, though. If he'd gone a bit slower I think I would've felt more, but he was in a hurry… and when he touched my clit he was way too rough, so it hurt and I yelled."
"What about his cock?"
"It wasn't bad. Just the right size? Not too long, not too short, and the thickness was perfect. Weirdly, though, when he put it in, it hurt a little at first."
"Why do you think that was?"
"I don't know. Your cock is way bigger, Oppa, and yours didn't hurt—but his did, a little, at the start."
"So you didn't come?"
"Hehe. No—I came once."
"Once?"
"Yeah. We did it three times. The first time he came way too fast, and a little later when he went again I was just starting to feel something and then it was over… so I thought, okay, this guy's not it either—and then he suddenly jumped me again. We'd already used up all the condoms from the motel… but the third time, the last one, I felt it a little."
"So he came in your pussy?"
The hand that had been stroking her thigh moved to her pussy. I cupped the cleft of her with my palm. The valley was already damp, spring water seeping out.
"So he came in this pussy, then?"
"No. I came first, and then I sucked on his nipples to make him finish. He started screaming and was about to cum, so I pulled off. He came on the blanket."
"Hahaha. So he almost got there and then didn't."
"I'd counted the days and it was kind of a risky one. And just in case, I went to the hospital the next day and got the morning-after pill."
"Thorough. Good girl. Keep doing that."
She reached out and took hold of my waistband. Listening to her story had left my cock hard.
"Did my story turn you on?"
"Yeah. It did."
She stroked my cock through my pants and looked into my eyes.
"Oppa… let's go eat already. So we can have sex."
She put on a sweet, coaxing voice and rested her head against my shoulder.
"Yeah, let's go. Otherwise Miho's skirt is going to be soaked through from how wet she is."
We could take the rest of the coffee in a to-go cup. I stood, gathered the cups and the camera. She tugged my ear and whispered into it.
"I took the pill today. I'll let you cum inside my pussy, Oppa."
What the hell was I supposed to do with this wicked little thing?
Miho had become a gumiho worthy of her name—a nine-tailed fox who drained a man of every drop of his essence.
I worried that someday this gumiho might suck me dry completely. But for today, enjoying Miho's body came first.