The Trip, Part 3
Suhee leaned her shoulder against the door and hesitated, just for a moment. She stole a sidelong glance at Min-woo. Not bad — but nothing special, either.
"You okay, Suhee?"
Min-woo was impatient in his own right. He'd asked if she was all right, but what he really wanted was for her to be anything but. Well — a sliver of reason left in her wouldn't hurt. If she were completely gone, she might wake up tomorrow and start saying things he didn't want to hear. He wanted her perched right on that delicate line: the warm, fuzzy haze of being drunk, mixed with the reckless boldness that came from being overseas. When those two things came together, women tended to become remarkably open. Most of the ones Min-woo had slept with over the years had been exactly that type.
"Mmm..."
And Min-woo was fairly confident in his body. Skin baked dark under the tropical sun, a physique honed by years of diving, and with his overwhelming lung capacity he never tired easily. If anything, he could go so long without stopping that women ended up begging him to quit.
This close to Suhee, a sweet scent drifted off her. The thought that her bare skin would smell even sweeter sent a hard jolt of heat through his groin.
"Let's get you inside and lying down."
"Okay..."
Her voice stretched out, thin and languid. She pretended to stumble once more, leaning into Min-woo's body, and started taking stock of him. Solid arms. A heavy, dense upper body. She put a little of her weight against him, pushing — he didn't even sway. This should be usable enough.
Suhee's hand, still wrapped around his arm, tightened just slightly. He seemed decent — but if he couldn't even pick up a signal this obvious, she was ready to call the whole thing off.
Min-woo took the key she handed him and opened the door. The interior of the resort room was a landscape all too familiar to him. And within that familiarity, he could see Suhee's suitcase and belongings set further inside. On the table, a pair of underwear she'd neatly taken off caught his eye. It wasn't particularly flashy, but the thought that it had been on her body made it look filthy.
"Haa..."
In the midst of all that, Suhee's drowsy sigh sank right into his ear. At the same time, he felt her hand gripping his arm firmly. This wasn't a signal Min-woo was going to miss. He had the experience of sleeping with countless students under his belt.
The hand holding her slid down, just a little, below her waist. The feel of her body through the thin fabric was incredibly stimulating. Soft. He guided her slightly swaying movements and pressed himself against her. The breasts he'd only seen through the Rash Guard, through thin clothes, now pressed flush against his side.
"Nngh..."
A faintly petulant sound from Suhee made him tense — but she didn't pull away, and he relaxed. Once it had gotten this far, it was safe to say they were almost there.
Just as Min-woo was about to push her a little further, Suhee moved first. She'd go through with it — but she had to be the one holding the reins.
"...Could you get me some water?"
"Huh?"
"Water. I'm thirsty."
The words what the hell, water, now? rose all the way to his throat, but he couldn't let it show. He pulled a bottle from the mini-fridge her fingertips were pointing at and handed it to Suhee, who had flopped down at the edge of the bed, putting on a drunken act.
With a little gesture of thanks, she fumbled, unscrewed the cap, and tossed it aside. Then she pressed the bottle to her slightly dry lips and started drinking. It looked like she was swallowing it down without hesitation — but about half of it was spilling down her front. In this heat she'd been wearing thin clothes, and her front soaked through in no time. It should have been uncomfortable, but Suhee found it deliciously cool.
"Haa..."
Min-woo stood there awkwardly, staring. He'd been about to step back and sit down, but the sight of her clothes going translucent, clinging to her bare skin, froze him in place. It wasn't so much surprise as being completely spellbound.
They hadn't turned on the room lights, so the only illumination was the soft glow filtering in from outside. It was a tourist-heavy resort, so there was a murmur of voices, but it wasn't loud. If anything, it was just enough to make the whole thing feel slightly removed from reality.
With the atmosphere complete and Min-woo thoroughly enchanted, he had no other choice. If this had been some other woman he was trying to sleep with, he might have approached more carefully — but Min-woo, already gone, lunged at Suhee with abandon.
Startled by him suddenly rushing her, Suhee dropped the water bottle off the side of the bed. The water she hadn't finished drinking gurgled out, soaking the floor and even their feet.
"Hngh."
Suhee, realizing exactly what state Min-woo was in, felt rather satisfied. He'd done exactly what she'd expected. She didn't stop him. Sex with a man who came at her roughly, after so long — that would be just fine.
Suhee, her figure alluring in the soft light. He couldn't hold back. Min-woo buried his face between her wet cleavage.
"Huff."
Even through the soaked thin fabric, the plump upper swell of her breasts came through completely.
"Haa..."
He buried his nose, pressed his lips in, then stuck out his tongue and licked like a man possessed. The way he was pushing with his body sent Suhee tipping further and further back. Even as that happened, she wrapped both hands around his head and held him there, so he wouldn't come to his senses. A sign of permission.
Her slender fingers slid through his hair and squeezed gently, and Min-woo found it even harder to think straight. The alcohol he'd had earlier was also making his head swim. His cock was already standing rock-hard, and a mind drunk on both liquor and Suhee couldn't form a proper thought.
Shaking his head as he burrowed into her chest, Min-woo frantically started stripping. He tore at the buttons like he might rip them off, yanked his pants down and threw them aside.
"Nngh..."
A low hum in her throat, Suhee admired his body. Darkly tanned skin and a physique that looked solid. One of the hands that had been stroking his hair slipped down and ran over him. She rather liked it. His body was good — a little different from a trainer's. Something tougher about it, maybe.
While Suhee was taking that in, Min-woo pressed his cock against her and slid a hand inside her clothes.
"Nngh... ah..."
As if encouraging him, she let a sultry sound slip right into his ear. A satisfied smile formed as his movements grew more intense. Being taken roughly was one of the things Suhee enjoyed. And the exotic view through the gap in the curtains, the just-right ambient noise, gave the whole thing a different kind of atmosphere.
She felt his hand come around her back, searching for the bra hook. At his hurried fumbling, Suhee gave him a light push.
"It's in the front."
"Ah."
Suhee peeled off her water-soaked top and leaned her chest slightly forward, as if telling him to undo it himself. The wet fabric had been clinging, so her slightly damp cleavage caught the light and gleamed. Where the cold water had touched, her skin was faintly raised in goosebumps, making her look even more alive.
Straddling her body with his cock out, Min-woo undid the front hook with both hands. The snap of elastic giving way, and Suhee's pretty breasts were right in front of his eyes.
His throat bobbed. Those breasts looked far more appetizing than any of the delicious snacks he'd had with his drinks. Suhee gave a little shrug of her shoulders. The bra straps slid down her arms and came off completely.
Min-woo had stripped down to just his underwear as well, having thrown off everything on top. And as if he'd been waiting for her bra to hit the bed, he lunged right in.
The bedding rustled as it took both their weight.
"Hngh."
Min-woo took one of Suhee's slightly prominent breasts into his mouth and sucked. It was so good. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip of his cock, making the inside of his underwear slick and wet.
Suhee's hands caught both of his. It happened naturally — she was the one who'd grabbed him, but it was her hands that ended up pinned to the bed. To anyone watching, it would have looked like Min-woo was pinning her down by force, licking and sucking at her breasts.
"Hngh, nngh, nnnngh... aahng."
Suhee, her sensitive nipples being toyed with, let her moans spill out freely. With the mood set, Min-woo couldn't help but get even more into it. He pinned both her hands down and freely explored her — this woman who couldn't even resist, who could only moan. His erect cock kept twitching inside his tight underwear. Pre-cum leaked out in a smear, leaving a wet stain, and he jabbed that cock against her lower belly.
Min-woo's patience was getting shorter and shorter. This wasn't nearly enough. The mouth that had been sucking her breasts traveled downward. The hands pinning hers let go and swept down her body. From her elbows, they traced inward, gently stroking her underarms.
"Ahk."
Suhee's hips jerked up. This wasn't an act. The seductive attitude was a performance, but Suhee was genuinely enjoying herself. The strange sensation of his hands sweeping down her body as if tickling her made every hair stand on end.
Min-woo's lips and tongue licked over every inch of her as they kept traveling down. His lips pressed against her ribs, then moved down to her pretty navel. He stuck out his tongue and wet it just slightly, while both hands gently tickled her sides.
"Haaah. Aah."
The belly his hot breath was touching felt ticklish. She could feel the tongue that had been at her navel traveling lower. His hands, coming down along her sides, caught the edges of her bottoms on both sides. And as he slowly peeled her clothes off, his mouth came down with them.
"Huff."
As Min-woo exhaled, the scent of Suhee's body filled his nose. Knowing what was waiting once he got her pants off made his cock even more desperate. The moment she lifted her hips as if she couldn't help it, he stripped the clothes right off.
"Hnh."
Min-woo threw her bottoms aside, and in the moment her smooth legs lifted, he kicked off his own bothersome underwear as well.