Miho's Outdoor Exposure (2)
The convenience store would have been far too bright for her to step inside. Under those lights, her thin linen shirt would have been as good as nothing at all. Her full breasts, her slender waist, even the gray boxers would have shown through completely.
I shook my head at Miho, held up the coffee, and waved her in.
She shook her head violently, refusing with everything she had.
I settled comfortably onto the window seat inside the store and stared straight at her. Miho crossed her arms and glared back. The way she hugged herself only pushed her large breasts higher, making her nipples stand out in full view. The men smoking beside her grew restless, nudging one another with their eyes, urging each other to look. Even from where they stood, her pink nipples had to be unmistakable.
When I pointed beside her, Miho flinched, dropped her arms, and stood there flustered, not knowing what to do.
At last she seemed to make up her mind and walked toward the store.
The men went wild watching her from behind as she approached.
“Welcome… in…”
The male clerk who’d been greeting customers in a bored monotone stammered the moment he saw her. The other customers’ eyes went round. The men couldn’t tear their gazes away; the women frowned at the sight of her.
Under the bright fluorescent lights her pink nipples were completely exposed. The thin linen shirt meant nothing beneath those bulbs. The color of her nipples stood out sharply, and every line of her body showed through the fabric.
If there was any silver lining, it was that the oversized shirt that had made her look bare-assed in the alley now at least revealed the gray boxers, so it looked like she was wearing something on the bottom.
She looked exactly like a naked woman who’d thrown on nothing but her boyfriend’s shirt. I smiled at her, unhurried. Whether from the alcohol or pure embarrassment, the skin around her eyes above the mask had gone bright red.
“What the hell—hurry up and get out.”
I caught the wrist of the Miho who was urging me along and pulled her down beside me. I handed the coffee to her as she sat in the single window seat.
“Drink. You need to sober up a little.”
Across the street the men had finished their cigarettes, yet they still didn’t go back into the bar; they kept staring toward Miho.
“Let’s go. Hurry. Hurry, hurry.”
She was so mortified she kept tugging at my arm. In the end her insistence shoved me out of the store. Even as we left I could feel the men’s eyes clinging to the back of her body, determined not to miss a single second.
“How was it?”
Only when we turned into the dimly lit alley that led to the motel did Miho’s steps finally slow.
“I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t know!”
She really did seem angry; she pounded my back with sharp little smacks. Her hands stung.
“Ugh! I’ve seriously lost my mind!”
“You mad?”
Under the dark shadow of a studio building I took both her shoulders and looked at her, smiling.
“Pervert! Pervert! Pervert! Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was?!”
“Was it only embarrassment?”
“Of course!”
“Want me to check?”
In one motion I grabbed a handful of her ass. Miho sucked in a sharp breath and went rigid, as if electricity had shot through her. I slid my hand from behind to the front and stroked the soft mound between her legs; she was already flooding.
“Heh. So it wasn’t just embarrassment, was it?”
“I… I don’t know!”
Whatever her mouth said, her honest body couldn’t hide a thing. I took her hand and glanced around. The alley of studio apartments was dark. I led her into the piloti parking space of one of the buildings. Once we rounded the entrance, we were in a pocket that couldn’t be seen from the alley unless someone deliberately came looking. A can overflowing with cigarette butts suggested the residents only came here to smoke. The fluorescent light leaking from a neighboring window cast just enough glow to outline her shape.
“Be honest. How was it?”
I backed her against the wall, pulled her close, and kneaded her ass as I asked.
“…Hey… it was a little good?”
“Really just a little?”
“…Yeah…”
I tugged her black mask down to her chin.
“Lie to me and Oppa’s gonna punish you hard.”
Miho’s face flushed crimson; she couldn’t answer.
“I’ll find out everything if I check.”
“Ah—!”
My hand went to her pussy; the boxers were already soaked through. Thank god they were cotton—if they hadn’t been, her juices would already have been running down her thighs. I pressed the shirt tight against her chest and her stiff nipples looked ready to punch straight through the fabric.
“You’re flooding. You liked people staring at you?”
“…Yeah… I… liked it…”
“Such a dirty girl…”
“At first I was so embarrassed… but later it felt like something was crawling up from my pussy… and when I walked into the store, water just started pouring out of me…”
“You got turned on showing yourself to strangers?”
“…Yeah… Oppa’s making me weird… haa…”
As my hand stroked her pussy over the boxers, Miho rolled her hips, chasing the touch, wanting more.
“You’re not getting weird. You’re just being honest with yourself.”
“I don’t know… haa… ah… I’m scared…”
“Don’t worry. I’m right here.”
I kept caressing her pussy and kissed her softly. Soft wasn’t enough for her; she sucked my tongue in hard. I stroked her over the fabric while we kissed, then stepped back two paces and looked her up and down.
Miho squirmed under my gaze, embarrassed. Her face had become the lewd, wanton expression I loved.
“Undo the buttons. All of them.”
As if my words were a spell, she began unfastening them one by one from the top, moving like she was entranced. With every shift of her fingers her naked body slowly appeared in the dark parking space.
When the last button came free, Miho herself slipped the shirt off her shoulders so it hung from her arms. In the faint fluorescent light spilling from the second-floor window, her dazzling bare body was revealed.
The long clean line of her neck, the delicate collarbones, and below them the soft, full curves of her breasts with their plump pink areolas and nipples. That elegant yet filthy silhouette continued down her narrow waist all the way to her hips. The hips themselves looked a little slight, but her tiny waist made them perfect.
The gray boxers riding her hips were soaked in a dark circle from her pussy all the way to her crotch. And beneath them, the long, lean lines of her thighs and calves without a single ounce of spare flesh.
Miho—whose body could drive any man insane—stood half-naked in a parking lot where anyone might appear. I reached out and brushed her areola; a ticklish little moan spilled from her.
“Ah— ah— ah… ah…”
I flicked her nipple with a fingertip and her full breast jiggled lightly.
“Ah… the stimulation’s too strong.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Ahn… ah… yeah… my panties are gonna be completely soaked.”
Her reaction made my cock swell so hard it threatened to tear through my pants.
I turned her around and made her brace against the wall, bent forward.
“Here?! What if someone comes?!”
I forced the startled Miho to face away, yanked the boxers down to her knees, unzipped my own pants, and pulled out only my cock. The moment I set it against her pussy it slid in all the way with zero resistance, as if it belonged there.
“Ah—! Ah! Ha… all at once! Ah!”
My cock spearing her in one stroke tore a moan from her throat. Afraid someone would hear, I clamped a hand over her mouth, gripped her hips, and pulled her back onto me while I thrust hard. She sucked on the fingers covering her mouth, trying to swallow the moans that kept breaking free.
“Nngh… nngh… nngh… mmph… nngh… haa… mmph… nngh…”
The sounds she couldn’t fully contain leaked between my fingers and her lips. Her pussy clenched around my cock tighter than usual.
“Haa… haa… can I cum?”
The thrill of fucking Miho half-naked outdoors brought my orgasm rushing in far earlier than normal. She nodded.
“Out… side… mmph… yeah…”
I pulled out of her and spilled my cum onto the parking-lot floor.
“Hoo… hoo…”
“Haa… haa…”
While she still leaned against the wall I pulled her boxers back up for her.
“You did well.”
“Haa… Oppa, kiss me…”
She turned and pushed her face toward mine. I offered my lips to my pretty little slut and kissed her.
Slap-slap. Whirr.
Right in the middle of the kiss, the sound of slippers coming down the piloti entrance and the automatic door opening reached us. We both jumped. Miho clutched only the front of her shirt; I grabbed the eco-bag I’d tossed on the floor, and we bolted.
“Whoa! Holy shit!”
We nearly collided with the slipper-wearing man coming out; he shouted in surprise, but we didn’t even manage an apology—we just sprinted away. Only after we rounded the corner and the studio building was out of sight did we slow down. Miho buttoned her shirt.
“That guy… do you think he knew we were having sex there?”
“Maybe. He might’ve even slipped on my cum.”
“Pfft! He really might have!”
She giggled at my words. I laughed out loud with her. After she finished buttoning, we started walking toward the motel again. Miho no longer seemed to care that the boxers showed; she clung tightly to my side as we walked.
“Do you like me when I’m dirty? Do you like that I get turned on showing myself to other people?”
“Yeah, I like it. I like watching a girl who looks like she doesn’t know anything turn this filthy.”
“I feel like I’m changing way too much since I met you, Oppa.”
“That’s a good thing. It means we’re changing to fit each other.”
I stroked her shoulder as I spoke, careful not to let her feel anxious.
“We’re getting more and more right for each other, aren’t we?”
“Of course. We’ll keep getting even more right.”
“Then Oppa… us…”
She let go of my waist and stopped in front of me. She held only my hand, fidgeting with it.
“Us…”
Miho kept toying with my fingers, stalling. She looked like she had something to say but was terrified of being rejected.
“Hmm? What?”
I thought I knew what she wanted to ask. But I had no idea how I should answer. So I pretended not to understand and asked back.
“…Let’s just hurry to the motel!”
Miho said it with a bright, forced smile.
Had she read my hesitation? Or was she simply afraid to hear my answer?
Or maybe… she was still confused herself.
“Yeah, let’s hurry.”
“I’m gonna kill you tonight, Oppa.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me along at a quick pace. Even in her fingertips I could feel the effort of pretending everything was fine.