Slowly Steeped in Pleasure
This time, the card read:
“Oh~ I can dance a little.”
She rose from her seat and, without any accompaniment, began swaying her hips in slow, sinuous rolls, turning her waist. Even without music her dancing was surprisingly good. However many clubs she had worked, the way she moved her hips was no amateur’s.
Her gaze never left me as she turned in place, rolling her waist and sliding her hands over her own breasts. Those full breasts swayed with every motion. Her nipples must have been standing stiff; their clear shapes pressed through the thin golgi T-shirt. Slim arms and a narrow waist only made the swell of her chest more striking.
A size-44 frame with nothing but those oversized breasts made me swallow hard. Long legs stretched taut above high heels looked pure sex. The lines of her body itself were beautiful.
When she sat back down I clapped.
“Damn, you’re an idol!”
“Hehe! Thanks to Joo-young I did some club part-time work.”
“That legendary water-quality-management gig you only hear about in stories?”
“Yeah. Free drinks and the pay wasn’t bad.”
“Looks and a body like that really do open doors.”
“You’re only in your twenties once. Gotta play hard while you can.”
Now it was her turn to draw. Her hand hovered a moment between the yellow and red cards before she picked the yellow one.
No hands or other body contact allowed
“Ahaha. So Oppa can’t play with his hands?”
“Hands are just assistants anyway.”
I brought my face close to Miho’s. I looked into her eyes. The moment our gazes met she grew shy, squeezed her eyes shut, and pushed her chin forward, offering her lips.
“Slowly…”
I whispered it and approached her mouth with deliberate slowness. Fair skin, a high bridge of nose, red lipstick, full lips that curved sexily upward at the corners. I studied every detail of her face as I closed the last distance. Our lips brushed—barely—and I repeated that feather-light touch, on and off. Only when I felt her lean in a fraction more did I finally seal our mouths together.
Slow. Let’s heat her up slowly.
I soothed myself like a mantra and tasted her lips with infinite care. The seam of her mouth parted a little; I slipped between them as if stroking rather than invading. Bit by bit her lips opened wider. I tapped at them with my tongue, a soft knock. When her tongue tried to come out I gently pushed it back, keeping the kiss focused only on her lips, soft and unhurried. Then I wrapped my tongue around hers as it wandered, lost. Excitement was clearly rising in Miho too. After the long, deliberate plunder of her mouth she could no longer hold it back; she coiled her tongue around mine.
I calmed her tongue the way one steadies a skittish animal—follow me, don’t rush—sucking it gently, letting it move inside my mouth. Her tongue was long. The thought of that length wrapping around my cock made my blood pound. The image of this innocent-faced beauty on her knees between my legs, red lips stretched around me, that long tongue swirling over the head and shaft… To get there I needed to bring Miho to a slow, thorough boil.
I lost track of how many minutes passed. Our tongues and lips slid against each other in a soft, elegant waltz. Her breathing roughened; so did mine.
Time to shift gears. The urge to yank her against me and maul her breasts and ass was almost unbearable, yet I held it down and only intensified the play of my tongue.
“Haa…”
Instead she was the one who pulled me closer, growing fiercer. Her fingers dug into the hair at my nape; she stroked the muscles of my back and pressed her whole body flush to mine. I kept my hands behind me and simply enjoyed her reaction. I no longer needed to lead. Miho was devouring my mouth of her own accord.
Now it was time to cool her a little. Teasing a woman just when she starts to melt—that is the first rule of satisfying her.
I pushed her shoulders back. Miho looked at me as if to ask why. Desire overflowed in her eyes. Just wait a little, Miho. Oppa’s going to send you somewhere even better.
“That’s enough for now.”
“But it felt so good…”
“It’s only going to get better. You know that, right? Nice and slow, just like you wanted.”
Without hesitation I took a red card. Gear change.
“What are your favorite positions?”
“Just… missionary? I don’t really have three…”
She thought for a long time before answering. Miho… what kind of men have you been with until now…
“So we’re just going to drink? You’re supposed to grant a wish.”
“……Then what positions does Oppa like?”
“Stand up.”
I took her wrist a little roughly and pulled her to her feet. The sudden change startled her, but she rose without resistance.
I backed her against the wall of the room, caught both her wrists and lifted them above her head. Losing the freedom of her hands seemed to fluster her, yet I pinned her there and pressed my body flush to hers. Thanks to the high heels her forehead came almost level with my eyes.
With my left hand I held her raised wrists; with my right I cupped her ass and dragged her toward my cock. I rubbed the hard length straining against my pants over the mound of her pussy, stroking her ass at the same time. Compared with her breasts her backside was less full, but it still held the springy firmness of a twenty-two-year-old.
“L-like… like this too?”
“Feel that? How hard I am?”
I kept grinding my cock in slow circles against her pussy. She must have been itching there as well; her waist began to roll in time with me, pushing her mound farther forward.
“Ah… ah…”
Mouth open, she stared into my eyes. Sweet breath and short, broken moans spilled from her lips. I watched those eyes and worked my hips harder.
“And next, this.”
I swept the bottles on the table aside with one arm and bent her upper body over it. Against the high curve of her ass I rubbed my cock, this time thrusting front to back. When I set my hands on her waist, that narrow span fit perfectly between them. The heels put her ass and my cock at exactly the right height.
I gripped her shoulders and ground my cock hard into the cleft of her ass as if I were already fucking her from behind.
“I don’t like it from behind… it hurts…”
“You’ll learn to love it later.”
When I pulled her upright she staggered forward. Miho braced her legs and pushed her ass back toward me so she wouldn’t fall. The motion nestled my cock perfectly between her thighs. The thin ankles, already delicate, stood out in sharp, tense lines above the heels—even more erotic. That a mere pair of shoes could make a woman shine like this!
Stockings, high heels, a revealing outfit, and a long-limbed beauty. Every element that drove me insane was present. My cock was screaming for me to rip the stockings open right now, flip up her skirt and bury myself in Miho’s pussy.
But I had to wait.
I was going to steep Miho in pleasure slowly—not just once, but again and again, until she could never climb free of me.
To keep free access to a face and body this good—the kind you could spend any amount of money on in a club—I had to make her crazy for the pleasure only I could give.
Miho. This Oppa is going to teach you pleasure. How good it can be. Until you can’t live without a man—no, without a man like me.
I slid my right arm under her waist to steady her and pull her closer, while my left hand stroked the inner side of her thigh. The slick-yet-slightly-rough texture of the stockings drove me wild.
“Ahk… aaaah… ah…”
The instant my fingers touched her inner thigh, continuous moans poured from Miho’s mouth. The skin there was hot. When I slid higher I could only freeze in surprise.
She was soaked.
Her pussy juices had overflowed and were running down the inside of her stocking-clad thighs.
“Getting excited, are we?”
I laid her on the sofa and looked straight into her face as I asked. She covered her face with both hands in pure embarrassment and only nodded.
“Are you always this wet?”
Still hiding behind her hands, she shook her head hard.
“Last one.”
I caught her slender ankles and spread her legs, lifting them toward the ceiling. Her skirt rolled up and at last her panties came into view—black T-back style, like a bralette. Only a thin triangular scrap of fabric covered her pussy; the sides were nothing but strings. Her juices had already glued the flesh-colored stockings and the panties tight against her skin.
“You’re going to get punished for walking around dressed this slutty…”
Between her raised legs I rubbed the front of my cock over the soaked panties. I didn’t care that her wetness was staining my pants; I kept stimulating her through the cloth. At the same time I lowered one of her sky-lifted legs and licked the ankle and the delicate bone of her ankle. Even Miho’s ankles were sexy.
“Ah! Ah! Oppa… Oppa… ahk… what do I do… I’ve never… never done anything like this…”
Whether her ankles were an erogenous zone or the stimulation had simply become too much, she shuddered and tried to wriggle free.
I pinned her with my body so she couldn’t escape, roughly grabbed her breasts and crushed my mouth over hers. She sucked hungrily at my lips and tongue, panting. This much reaction and I hadn’t even put it in yet! My plan to cross her line wasn’t merely crossing it—it was smashing straight through.
“Aaaaaah!”
In the end she let out a moan so loud it must have carried clearly outside the room, her whole body convulsed, and then she went limp.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
I looked down at her sprawled and gasping, a satisfied smile on my face, gently kneading her breasts and stroking her cheek. Fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
“Haa… haa… Oppa… I need a drink…”
After a long stretch of nothing but ragged breathing she managed the words. I held out a champagne glass. She was so thirsty she drained it in one go.
“Cute.”
I brushed the hair stuck to her face aside as I said it. Miho leaned into me and nestled close.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oppa… I came harder than when I masturbate…”
“Did you?”
I kept my voice casual while I refilled her glass.
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever felt it like that. And we haven’t even started yet…”
I smiled and stroked her hair.
“Everyone outside must have heard me…”
“It’s fine. The music in the lobby is loud enough that no one will know. There weren’t many customers anyway.”
“My turn now, right?”
She seemed to have recovered a little; her hand moved toward the cards. She chose a red one as well.
“……”
“……”
Neither of us spoke. Miho looked as if she had something she wanted to say. I wanted to strip her skirt off that second, but I held back and waited for her words.
“……Oppa… can I just pretend you drew it and do it myself?”
“Oh? So you want to suck Oppa’s cock?”
At that she gave the tiniest nod. Then she drained her glass in one swallow.
“But… not here… I don’t want to… I’ll take the penalty drink…”
Her third penalty drink. Now it was her turn to grant my wish.
“Oppa… what’s your wish?”
“Don’t go home tonight.”
My tone was firm. Miho nodded.