Half a Flight Between Them
Dongkyun kept swallowing dry spit down his throat.
Those sneakers. Those sleek calves. It was definitely her—the woman whose back alone had gotten his cock hard.
Still unsure exactly what he was walking into, he held his breath and stared at nothing but her calves.
"……"
"Hh…"
A soft, lewd little sound drifted to him.
Fighting down the cock swelling inside his pants, Dongkyun shifted forward a step at a time—tiny, careful steps. He forced back the curiosity and the raw instinct those sounds were dragging out of him, and moved slowly…
His gaze traveled up from the sneakers, lingering over the slender but firm line of her smooth ankles, then higher still to the calves that curved even more beautifully. The farther he edged his body around, the more of Suhee’s sleek legs filled his vision.
It was driving him insane. This was a precarious, unpredictable situation—he ought to have been panicking—yet he could not tear his eyes from the smooth legs revealing themselves inch by inch. And his cock kept flooding with blood until it felt ready to punch straight through his pants.
He swallowed once more and eased farther out.
The clean line of her knee appeared above the calf, and right above that, a firm, snow-white thigh came into view. He had gotten hard just looking at the back of that thigh earlier; up close like this he could see even the fine tremor of muscle under the skin.
Next came the cardigan draped over her shorts—and Suhee’s fingers.
"Hhp."
Her fingers shook violently as she fought the pleasure rising under Dongkyun’s sticky stare and the dildo buried deep inside her pussy. The place she was hiding under the cardigan, the low burn spreading through her pelvis—it felt like she was going to lose her mind even worse than he was. The fact that it had been so long since she’d had sex only made it worse.
Suhee had done far dirtier things than this countless times, yet in this exact moment she was utterly, completely satisfied. As if to speak for the state of her mind, her nipples pushed out harder beneath the thin T-shirt—hard enough that anyone could see, even with the naked eye, how stiffly they stood.
The sound of Suhee holding her breath chipped away at Dongkyun’s self-control. He had only meant to steal a look, but the pull of her body as it came into view was overwhelming. Staring, entranced, at thighs that looked carved smooth, he let her breathing push him into greed. Because he still couldn’t see her face, he grew careless—and this time he shoved a good deal more of himself into the open.
"Hah."
"Ah."
For a brief instant their eyes met.
In that second Suhee very nearly came on the spot.
The moment Dongkyun’s pupils suddenly appeared in front of her, her pussy clenched in a mad spasm and clamped down on the dildo as if it meant to snap it in half. Her hips lifted a fraction; she bit her lip hard and fought the convulsion trying to take her. The effort pushed her chest forward—nipples starkly outlined—and of course Dongkyun saw every bit of it.
Suhee barely holding back the rush of juices that wanted to spill, and Dongkyun, cock straining as if it would tear through his pants, raking his eyes over every inch of her. Her posture was awkward as hell, but it never even crossed his mind that she might have a dildo inside her. No—before he could reach any complicated conclusion at all, he was already completely lost in her face, her breasts, the whole shape of her.
Incredible. Her back view had been nothing.
His cock felt ready to burst from how hard it was, and somehow it only got harder. Even the first time he’d held his girlfriend at twenty and leaked precum all over himself hadn’t been this bad. Just staring blankly at Suhee’s flushed face and those jutting nipples felt like he was about to come.
"Nnh."
Suhee forced down the climax that had been right there. She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again. Dongkyun stood in front of her in a half-crouch—and there was his cock, thrusting up hard. It strained against his sweatpants as if it meant to rip them open; the size wasn’t bad at all. He was so worked up it even seemed to twitch in time with his heartbeat. Looking at it made the orgasm she’d just barely held off come surging back.
"Haa… ah…"
A moan slipped out of her under the sensation of her pussy convulsing wildly, determined to push her over the edge. Dongkyun’s Adam’s apple kept working. He looked busy just swallowing.
His head was spinning. What the hell was this situation, and was he even allowed to keep looking? The thought of covering his cock never even occurred to him. Precum had soaked his underwear wet, but he could not look away from the lewd little twitches of Suhee’s body right in front of him. Saying something felt too ambiguous; if he spoke, this strange, filthy moment might shatter. All he could do was stand there with his cock up and devour her body with his eyes. The whole thing was too new, too raw, for any other thought to form.
"Hnn… nnh… ah…"
Suhee watched him say nothing at all while his gaze raked every part of her. Wherever his eyes landed felt like it was being licked. It was electric. A familiar heat spread from the dildo-stuffed pussy through her whole body. Without meaning to, her hips moved.
A wet sound. She eased her ass a little off the dildo, and the juices that had pooled thick inside her came sliding out in a heavy run—dense, honey-thick liquid. The man in front of her couldn’t see it, but Suhee felt every drop of it starting from her pussy and trailing down her thigh. She could see the front of his cock darkening with wetness. A man leaking precum just from looking at how filthy she was. As jerk-off material, it didn’t get better than this.
It was nowhere near as good as actual sex… but today, this was enough. It was already so much more intense than the last time she’d masturbated alone here. And she was curious, too, about what this turned-on stranger would do next.
Wet, rhythmic sounds.
"Hap."
"Hnn, ahng, aaa… nnh."
Suhee’s ass began to move in a steady rhythm. She boldly dropped the cardigan that had been covering her lower half—her hands had already gone weak, and holding it up any longer was just annoying. Right now she only wanted to give herself over to the pleasure, to the filthy feeling flooding her head. Maybe it was because she had held out for so long, but even masturbating in front of a man she didn’t know at all, she felt no shame.
Another wet sound. Her hips rolled slowly forward and back, and the dildo started fucking into her pussy in earnest. Open moans, a lewd body, a flushed face—Dongkyun felt like he was losing his mind. He could barely tell if this was real or a dream. That a woman like her would be masturbating on an emergency staircase was wild enough; that she was bouncing her ass right in front of him, as if she’d been waiting for an audience, was something else entirely.
Once the cardigan hit the floor, exactly what she’d been doing became obvious. She had been bent over, taking a wall-mounted dildo from behind. When he walked in she had straightened up and scrambled to cover herself.
Fine. That much he could follow. But why was she looking him straight in the eye while she kept going? Was this what people meant when they talked about perverts?
He swallowed hard. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Reason kept screaming that this was wrong, but his head was already packed full of instinct. A beauty out of a dream—and a body that was no joke—putting on a masturbation show right in front of him, and he was just supposed to walk away? Impossible.
His cock jerked madly; so much precum had spilled that the front of his sweatpants was soaked through and obvious. The woman in front of him moved more and more openly. With the cardigan gone, her wide hips rolled in a fluid motion, swallowing the dildo. He hated that he couldn’t see her pussy directly, but her swaying breasts were a masterpiece all on their own. Her nipples stood stiff, anchoring the thin fabric, and around those filthy little peaks her heavy tits bounced up and down…
"Hh, hnn, ahng, aaahng."
And those shameless moans on top of it. Like a sailor caught by a siren, Dongkyun’s hand went to his waistband. His sweatpants were already a mess; if the outside looked like this, his underwear didn’t bear thinking about. Meeting Suhee’s sultry gaze head-on, he slowly pushed his pants down and presented her with his cock, slick and shining with precum.
"Aaahng."
Dongkyun’s cock, bare in front of her eyes. With half a flight of stairs between them, Suhee above and Dongkyun below, they both began to masturbate. He stroked his thick cock for her to see, bold and rough, while Suhee shook her ass without any pretense left.
The wet slap of Suhee’s juices and the sticky sound of Dongkyun’s precum echoed through the emergency staircase. Suhee fixed her eyes on the cock in his hand. The longer she stared, the more it felt as if the dildo driving into her pussy were that cock instead. It only made her hotter. This absurd act stacked absurd pleasure higher and higher inside her head. After dropping the cardigan, she lifted the hand that had been braced on the wall and grabbed her own breast. She didn’t take the T-shirt off, but she started caressing herself around those stiff nipples.
"Kh."
Dongkyun clenched his teeth. The sight of Suhee fondling her own chest while she rolled her hips nearly made him come on the spot. Coming right then would have felt like pure bliss, of course—but he wanted to watch a little longer. He wanted to see what else this insane woman would do.
No matter how much he tried to ease the grip on his cock, he still felt right on the edge of finishing. Had blood ever rushed into his cock this hard in his entire life?
"Ahng, aaahng… nnh. Ahn."
Suhee pinched and rolled her nipples between thumb, index, and middle finger. So much juice had poured out of her that it had soaked through her shorts and was now running down the smooth length of her thighs.