Miho's Outdoor Exposure (1)
My meetings with Miho continued.
We got together roughly once every two or three days to have sex. Sometimes it was pure sex; other times we would first create something resembling a date and only then fall into bed. Occasionally the sex came first and the date followed after. Our usual venues were my place or a motel.
On weekdays she would come by the front of my company, or I would pick her up from school. On weekends I usually went to fetch her. A few times she showed up at my place first thing in the morning, insisting she wanted it so badly she simply could not wait.
Her sexual technique improved by leaps and bounds. Even if it was not every single time, I could not help marveling at her growing skill. Now that she had discovered pleasure, she had completely transformed into a seductive vixen.
Alongside the advance of her bedroom skills, changes appeared in her daily life as well. She began the shopping-mall fitting-model part-time job she had mentioned before in earnest. It was a position at a small clothing shop downtown. About twice a week she spent four or five hours putting clothes on and taking them off while being photographed. The hourly wage must have been better than expected, because more and more often she was the one who paid when we ate.
Through her Instagram I discovered the shop sold sexy party-wear styles. Whether the owner had a good eye or Miho herself simply looked that lewd, the Miho who appeared in the mall’s photos was the very picture of an alluring temptress.
For better or worse, neither A-young nor Ju-young had contacted me. I briefly considered asking Dong-min hyung about another visit to Mr. Kim’s room, but the price was steep and I felt certain another chance to have A-young would come along someday, so I let it go.
I was curious about Ju-young, yet reaching out first would have looked strange, so I left that alone as well.
And so the days of being perfectly satisfactory sex partners with Miho continued until one mid-July afternoon.
With exams approaching, Miho claimed stress was piling up and asked me to buy her drinks. I could not tell what stress she was under when she did not seem to be studying much, yet we sat in a bar near her campus and poured each other glasses. Come to think of it, this was the first time we had drunk together since that night at Dong-min hyung’s place.
As empty bottles accumulated in front of us, Miho’s speech began to slur.
“Oppa, bathroom.”
Drunk, she rose unsteadily from her seat. Today she wore a loose white long-sleeved linen shirt over hot pants and low-heeled mule-style shoes. The view of her walking toward the restroom looked as if she had thrown on nothing but the shirt, and it was sexy as hell.
As she crossed the floor, heads poked out from the half-open room-style tables that had no doors, men openly admiring her rear view.
“Miho, sit next to me.”
When she returned from the bathroom I pulled her into the inner seat beside me; she immediately rested her head on my shoulder.
I slid an arm around her waist and drew her closer, using my back to block the entrance side of the table.
“Just now when you went to the bathroom, the guys were sticking their heads out to look.”
“Yeah, I’m used to it. Men get hard looking at me. Hehe.”
The more time she spent with me, the bolder Miho became. She had always quietly enjoyed being stared at, but now she had grown so daring that even when choosing clothes she carefully considered which parts to expose.
“You like it too because it turns you on, right?”
“Of course I do.”
“How does it feel walking around with me when every guy wants to fuck me?”
“I love it. Makes my shoulders square up. And when you’re with me I want you to get even bolder.”
“Heheh. Got it. Oppa, do you wear a suit even in summer just because I said I like them?”
“Yeah. It’s a little hot, but… I take the jacket off in the office anyway and the air-con’s on… Miho listens so well, so I should listen too.”
“Hehehe, our Hyun-soo is such a good boy? There, there, good boy.”
She playfully stroked my hair. I stroked the bare thigh beneath her hot pants in return. Her white skin was dazzling.
“Then give me a reward.”
“A reward? What should I give?”
“What are you wearing under the shirt?”
“Under the shirt? A bra top.”
“Take it off.”
I spoke in a quiet but firm voice. Miho’s face flushed red.
“I can’t. It’s thin—it’ll show through.”
“It’s fine. Take it off. Do what Oppa tells you.”
Even as her expression crumpled into a pout, Miho hesitantly slipped her arms inside the shirt and began working the bra top free. I kept my back toward the table entrance so the other tables could not see clearly, though it hardly mattered.
“You’re really making me take it off?”
She asked once more just before pulling the bra free of her neck, but I gave no answer and simply reached out, drawing the bra top off her myself. I stuffed the discarded bra into her tote bag, then leaned back a little to look at her.
Through the loose white linen shirt her pink nipples showed faintly. Under the dim bar lighting they were not obvious, yet in brighter light her nipples would stand out clearly.
Miho, face scarlet with embarrassment, crossed her arms over her chest.
“They’re not hard, are they?”
When I reached to touch her breasts she slapped my hand away and twisted her body.
“Don’t, you pervert!”
“Why? You hate me because I’m a pervert?”
“Ugh… how did I end up with a pervert like this…”
“A pervert meets a pervert. Who’s the bigger pervert—the one who tells someone to strip, or the one who actually strips?”
“Then I’m putting it back on?”
“No, no. Here, cheers!”
At her coquettish sulking I poured her another drink. Stroking her thigh, chatting about this and that while we drained our glasses, I watched her wariness gradually loosen. The girl who had kept fretting over her chest eventually stopped covering herself.
Instead she began teasing my chest with her fingers, tormenting my nipples through the dress shirt until they stood stiffly erect.
“Hehehe, Oppa’s nipples are angry.”
“Having fun?”
“People are gonna see Oppa’s nipples.”
“So we’re both showing our nipples. What are you wearing under the pants?”
“Drawers today.”
“Why? No going bare?”
“Hot pants dig in and hurt.”
“Then just take the hot pants off.”
“What?! You absolute pervert!”
She slapped my forearm several times with real feeling. Miho’s hand stung more than expected.
“Ow, ow! You said drawers. Isn’t that basically the same as hot pants? It’s all the same down there anyway.”
“So… take them off?”
I had expected more resistance, yet Miho’s face turned red as she asked me instead. Whether it was the alcohol or the idea of exposing herself, I could no longer tell. I stared straight at her face and nodded. She stared back just as hard, trying to read my expression. I kept my eyes open, unblinking, face set with firm resolve.
“Ugh… I’ve lost my mind…”
In the end Miho’s hands went to her hot pants. Before undoing the button she looked at my face one last time. I swallowed hard and nodded; she pressed her lips tightly together as if steeling herself, lifted her hips, and slid the pants down to her ankles. She kicked off the mules, pulled the hot pants free of her legs, and looked at me.
“There. Happy?”
“Yes! Thank you, Miho. Hehehe.”
“Ugh… later I’m gonna strip you and make you walk around the street like that!”
“I’d love that!”
“Ugh… total pervert!”
“…… Come here.”
I caught the nape of her neck as she pouted and drew her gently toward me. Drunk, bare-legged and braless, she offered her lips without a word, excitement overriding any protest. I cupped her cheek and chin and softly pressed my mouth to hers. Miho squeezed her eyes shut and savored my lips and tongue.
“Haa… ha… mmm…”
Small moans slipped from her mouth.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?”
I pulled back and asked in a low voice. She nodded.
“Show me.”
Shyly she lifted the hem of her shirt a little. The front of her gray cotton drawers had darkened in a small wet spot.
“Oppa… let’s go already.”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
When she reached into her tote for the pants and bra top again, I stopped her hand.
“Just go like this. It’ll be fun.”
She looked flustered and could not bring herself to stand.
I gave her a wink, rose first, and went to the counter. Even while I paid she remained seated, fidgeting, still undecided whether to get up.
After settling the bill I left the bar alone and crossed the street into the convenience store opposite. The street, typical of a university district, was full of students coming and going; in front of every bar little clusters of people stood smoking.
I sent Miho the KakaoTalk messages, then bought a coffee with a straw, condoms, and a pack of cigarettes. When I finished paying and turned around, I saw Miho emerging from the bar wearing a mask.
She looked a little flustered by the crowd. The university bar alley was brightly lit by the colorful neon signs, and those lights made her nipples clearly visible through the shirt. She pressed her arms forward, trying to hide her chest with her arms and tote bag while sidling toward any darker spot she could find.
But the darker patches were already occupied by groups of male students smoking, so she could not approach them either. From inside the convenience store I watched Miho’s helpless figure at my leisure, leisurely pulling the straw from the coffee and peeling the plastic off the cigarette pack.
The smoking students kept glancing over at the sudden appearance of a beautiful woman with no bottoms on. Miho, face anxious, looked around for me; when she spotted me inside the store her eyes lit up. She gestured urgently for me to come out.