A Stretch Too Far
"Ahem."
Taejun cleared his throat under his breath and quietly scanned the room. What he was about to do would look pretty damn compromising if any of the other members happened to glance over.
The cleft between Suhee's legs. A faint contour showed through—her underwear, most likely. There was something lewd about that particular spot, and he knew exactly why. Just past these thin leggings and the panties underneath lay the most obscene part of her body.
The feel of her slender ankle in his grip was exquisite. Just imagining laying her down properly instead of this awkward hold from behind—catching those ankles, spreading her open, and pinning her to the floor—made his mouth flood with saliva at the thought of how good she'd taste.
He swallowed hard.
Still, this was a gym, and it was business hours. Even Taejun, reckless as he was, had never actually gone all the way with a female member right here on the floor. This was his workplace, and he had a rank to protect. He'd always sweet-talked them into taking it outside.
But Suhee was genuinely hard to resist. If he weren't the team leader, he would have come onto her so much harder he'd have been ready to quit over it.
"Hahh."
"That's it. Nice and slow."
Earlier, Taejun had at least tried to keep his eyes from being too obvious. Now he was letting instinct take over. He still checked his surroundings, but he was freely drinking in the lewd curve between Suhee's legs.
Of course, Suhee wasn't the type to miss something like that. She could see it in the mirror to begin with, and his gaze was so blatant, so burning, that she could practically feel it tickling between her thighs.
The line from her round ass down into her thighs kept stretching and folding, stretching and folding. Taejun's thick hands locked firmly around both her ankles, the pressure binding her in place. Being steered by him, her will slightly stripped away, her legs being spread open—it was more than enough to get Suhee flushed and heated.
A little shame. A little humiliation. That sense of being held down. And on top of that, the sloppy, soaking sex she'd had with Donggyun before coming to the gym. She'd washed, but Donggyun's cum was still buried deep inside her pussy, and she was starting to feel that ticklish sensation—like it might start leaking out any second.
"Mmh."
Taejun's mood only improved as Suhee's little nasal moans grew more and more lewd. Every last nerve in his body was locked onto her backside—her ass, her thighs, and the space between her legs. The lewd curves and textures showing through those thin leggings were anything but ordinary.
He checked the room one more time, then decided to push his luck a little further.
"Let's have you lie down on your back."
His eyes raked quickly over Suhee's entire body as she rolled onto her back. The swell of her breasts, the cleavage visible above her sports top—Taejun nearly swore out loud.
Fuck... that's so goddamn hot. Seriously.
In his head, he was already balls-deep in her, fucking her sloppy and wet. He pictured peeling those leggings off, shoving her panties aside, and burying his cock in her just like this.
He was sitting, so there was enough room in his pants that even though his cock had started to swell, he figured it wasn't too obvious. He just shifted his position slightly. The angle kept it hidden from Suhee, at least.
"I'll work on your calves a bit too."
The hands that had been holding her slender ankles began to slide downward. Suhee knew exactly what he was after, and her body was heating up just the same.
The pressure of his thick hands working her calves felt surprisingly good. His thumbs dug cleverly between the muscles, sliding up and down like a massage. There was a little stimulation, but this much was fine.
If anything, a tingling sensation started in her calves, traveled to the backs of her knees, then rode the hamstrings down. It curved under her ass and arrived right between her legs—the exact spot Taejun's eyes kept visiting.
"Nnh."
"Does that hurt?"
"N-no."
The sensation was more intense than she'd expected, and Suhee was a little thrown. Maybe because he was a different kind of man from Donggyun—Donggyun, who was like a home-cooked meal. This was stimulating. She was starting to feel herself get a little wet.
Every time Taejun's fingers pressed firmly into her calf, she felt her pussy twitch in response. And every time it twitched, a slick wetness welled up from inside. On top of that, he was gently holding her legs and rocking them, making the folds of her pussy rub together in a way that only added to the stimulation. This was clearly not a man who'd only done this once or twice.
"That's it. Nice and slow..."
Experienced as he was, Taejun had a pretty good read on Suhee's state. Those definitely weren't moans of pain. There'd been something lewd about them from the start. And this position should have been pretty embarrassing, but the fact that she wasn't refusing it was already a passing grade.
Plus these leggings he'd picked out for her himself—best decision he'd ever made. Up close, in this position, he could almost make out the line of her panties. And between her legs, the part Taejun was most interested in was clinging tighter and tighter, revealing the silhouette of her mound. He could almost guess how pretty the shape of it was.
"Mmh."
"Alright, then a little more..."
Taejun's hands kept sliding lower. The hands that had been pretending to work her calf muscles crept toward the backs of her knees, then a little closer to her thighs. By now, anyone looking would have called the position pretty blatant. This wasn't stretching so much as... Taejun closed in on Suhee like he was about to fuck her missionary. His hands pressing her thighs apart were bold.
"Aah—"
Suhee's increasingly lewd little moans were steadily eating away at Taejun's self-control. And it wasn't just the sounds. When he pressed her thighs apart from above, the plump outline of her pussy showed through completely. That flesh, looking slightly soft and yet firm—Taejun was losing his mind.
If he shoved his cock into her, the flesh around it would cling and wrap around him, springy and tight. He was certain of it. Just the elasticity of Suhee's body in his hands right now was no joke.
He stared at her legs and the mound of her pussy like he was under a spell. Suhee, for her part, was getting thoroughly worked up by how bold his hands had become. Nothing was actually going to happen here and now, of course—but seeing a man this blatantly hungry for her made her anticipation keep swelling.
The hands that had been near the backs of her knees slid lower still, kneading her thighs. Her pussy was already soaked. If she hadn't been wearing panties, even the leggings would have been wet through, putting it all on display for Taejun.
He pressed down.
His hands were getting more and more blatant as it was. A little more of this and the wet stain would show through completely. Even now, she was pressed down so hard that the mound of her pussy was fully visible, and Suhee was getting more and more turned on.
Shame and embarrassment. The intensity of it was lower than it used to be, but just because she wasn't as ashamed didn't mean she wasn't aroused. The situation itself was an enormous turn-on for Suhee.
Being put on display. Being used and degraded in front of someone. And being done by a man who looked that filthy, that rough. He had the size and the strength—he'd pin her down so she couldn't move and fuck her hard.
Just thinking that far made Suhee's breathing grow rougher. The thought of being pressed this way and that by Taejun, rolling on the floor, taking his cock—it was getting harder and harder to hold on. If she hadn't already taken Donggyun's cock once today, she probably would have lost her mind by now. That's how filthy—and how stimulating—Taejun's hands were.
His hands slid lower still.
Whatever he was thinking, they kept traveling down, almost to the boundary between her thighs and her ass. If he just changed the angle inward from here, he'd be right between Suhee's legs. His fingers were on the verge of touching her obscenely wet pussy.
He wouldn't... would he?
Even Suhee hadn't expected him to go this far. She tried to tense her legs, a little startled, but it was useless. The position was awkward to begin with, and she was so turned on she could barely put any strength into her lower body.
"Ah—Team Leader!"
"Huh? Oh—yeah."
Another trainer's voice cut in as he entered the stretching zone, and Taejun yanked his hands back like he'd been burned. That had been close. This place had cameras. He should have been more careful—he'd gotten way too absorbed in Suhee's body.
This woman, moaning like she was inviting him in with her pussy mound on full display—she'd made him cross a line. Taejun quickly checked her face. Suhee was a little flustered, her face flushed, but she adjusted her position and pretended nothing had happened.
Those hands that had been groping her so lewdly. Those snake-like eyes. If she'd hated it, she wouldn't be this wet between her legs. It was a shame they couldn't just fuck sloppy and wet right here and now—but this man would definitely taste pretty good.
"Your next client's here."
"Ah, right. Thanks."
The trainer who'd just come in kept stealing sidelong glances at Suhee as he spoke. He couldn't take his eyes off the nape of her neck, where her sweat-damp hair, tied up, clung to her skin.
"Ahem. Shall we pick this up next session, then?"
"Ah, yes. Thank you for your hard work."
Taejun stood up, discreetly adjusting his pants. He needed to deal with this cock that had started getting hard before his next session. He waved the other trainer off with a gesture to get lost, and the look on his face as he got up was remarkably bright.
As far as he was concerned, a few more sessions with this female member and he'd have her. Today he'd lost his head and touched her in some pretty dangerous places—and instead of refusing, she'd clearly been enjoying it.
"Hahh..."
In the bathroom, Suhee peeled off her leggings and confirmed that her panties were soaked through. A little longer and even the leggings would have been wet.
After cleaning herself up, Suhee headed for the little cafe in front of her apartment building. The one run by the owner she'd had her eye on.
This one was actually the hardest to crack. Even if you left an opening, if he never made a move, you had no way of knowing whether you were on the right track. At least now he was adding an extra word or two when he talked to her...
The bell above the door chimed as she stepped inside.
"Welcome."
"Hello."
"Shall I get your Americano ready?"
"Yes, thank you."
That was still the extent of their relationship. He did at least give Suhee one more line than he gave the other customers. Today she'd come in her gym clothes and leggings as they were, hoping to provoke him a little more. She'd thrown another layer on top so the sports top wasn't fully visible, but she'd left a hint of cleavage showing.
She checked when she went to pick up her coffee, but his gaze was fairly indifferent. Just a look that said, oh, there are breasts there. Guess there's still no getting through, Suhee thought, turning away.
That was when Jeongun, the cafe owner, let his eyes sweep over Suhee once.
"Excuse me."
"Yes?"
In that brief moment, another customer cut in. Compared to Suhee who'd just walked past, this one was honestly nowhere close. The flashy, overdone look didn't sit well with Jeongun at all.
"Could I get your number?"