The Lewd Cafe
“You really want me to stay like this?”
“You don’t like it?”
“No… it’s not that. I’m just worried someone will catch us.”
They were in the back kitchen of the café Jeongun ran. Suhee sat perched on top of the kitchen table in a thoroughly indecent state of undress—blouse hanging open down the front, lower half completely bare save for a skimpy pair of panties, a pair of high heels dangling loosely from her toes.
“Boss.”
“Ah—coming.”
Leaving Suhee exactly as she was, Jeongun headed out toward the counter. Between the rear kitchen and the front of the shop there was nothing but a thin curtain hanging across the inner doorway. Every sound from outside carried through perfectly, and if anyone so much as glanced at the wrong angle, they might catch a glimpse of where Suhee was sitting.
“One iced americano, and what do you want?”
“Me? Um… a latte? A hot one, please.”
“Sure. I’ll get those ready for you.”
The exchange between Jeongun and the customers came through with perfect clarity. Fortunately the back kitchen wasn’t cold. If anything, it ran a little warm—probably from all the refrigerators and other appliances packed in to store ingredients.
The curtain across the doorway stirred, and Jeongun slipped back through at a leisurely pace.
“You holding up okay?”
“Ah… well. It’s not bad.”
This whole strange scene had been Jeongun’s idea. After watching how intensely Suhee came apart taking him out on the athletic field, he’d grown curious about that particular streak in her and put a plan together.
The back of a café in the middle of business hours. Not exactly a sealed-off hideaway, either. The counter blocked most of the view, but depending on the angle you could see surprisingly far inside. And the spot where Suhee was sitting now… well, at least the high heels dangling from her feet would be visible from out front.
Still, it wasn’t as though any customer was going out of their way to peer back here. For now he wanted to keep the tension at about this level and watch how she reacted.
He pressed in close against Suhee, who was still trying to sound casual.
“Not bad, huh? Hmm… let’s see.”
His speech dropped into informal command in an instant, and his fingers went straight to the front of her panties. Crowding in against her forced her smooth legs farther apart. Jeongun flicked a glance toward the curtained doorway. Amid the fairly loud murmur of voices from outside, he stroked up over the plump mound beneath the fabric.
“Hnn—”
“Shh.”
His fingertips found a distinct dampness. He’d only stripped her lower half and set her up on the table, and she was already getting wet.
“You’re soaked.”
“…I’m not… not yet.”
“Mm-hmm.”
At her faintly sulky, competitive little protest, Jeongun nodded and stepped back. His cock was starting to stiffen, so he adjusted himself. Thankfully the apron kept it from showing too obviously. He looked her over a moment longer with open satisfaction, then gathered what he needed and stepped back out through the curtain.
Today, he intended to torment Suhee like this all day long.
Whiiirrr…
Jeongun collected his ingredients and left without so much as another glance at Suhee. Watching his back disappear, she soon heard the sounds of coffee being made. Thanks to his good looks the place always drew a crowd, and the shop was as noisy as ever.
“Hello.”
“Welcome.”
Endless greetings and Jeongun’s replies. The clatter of drinks being prepared. The shuffle of customers’ footsteps. And through it all, Suhee sat half-naked in the back kitchen with her legs spread.
She could feel the panties growing wetter where his fingers had brushed past. All she’d done was hold this pose, and he’d only touched her once—and yet the situation alone was making her slicker by the second.
“Haa…”
She let out a low breath. She couldn’t make any real noise. There was a doorway, sure, but it was only a single curtain of cloth.
Focusing on the noise and music from outside, Suhee slid a hand down between her thighs. As if something had taken hold of her, she stroked over the same place Jeongun’s fingers had skimmed. First came the texture of the fabric cupping her mound; then, pressing a little firmer, she felt the springy flesh beneath. A pleasant sensation, a soft give under her touch—and then her folds naturally parted just enough to catch both her fingertip and the thin cloth between them.
“Hh—”
The dampness was blatant even through the sheer fabric. That ticklish heat, and the guilty thrill of doing something she absolutely shouldn’t. With Jeongun’s voice chatting with customers as her seasoning, Suhee’s fingers moved faster.
From her lower hole up to her clit and back again. With every pass, the heat gathered thicker around her thighs. Her spread legs kept wanting to close; her nipples felt tight and sharply peaked.
Sliick—
“Ah—”
“Already started, huh?”
In that moment Jeongun came back through the curtain. She’d begun her filthy little act faster than he’d expected. He’d figured it would take a few more touches to get her going—and yet a single pass of his hand had been enough.
“Nice.”
He was thoroughly pleased. At his appearance Suhee’s fingers froze—because he’d closed the distance in a single stride and caught her by the wrist.
“Ah—”
“How does it feel, touching yourself? Good?”
“…Yes.”
Pinned like this in the cramped space, Suhee’s heart started hammering. The noise from outside only fed the nervous atmosphere.
His thick fingers pressed down hard over her pussy through the panties.
“Hnnph—”
“That’s it. Hold it in just like that.”
The deep, low voice at her ear and the hand working her through the fabric made Suhee tip her head back. His other hand clamped down on her thighs and forced both legs wide. Her pussy opened with them. The panties that had already started to sink into her slit clung even more obscenely to her folds, tracing the pretty shape of her cunt as his fingers rubbed over it.
“Hhk—”
“That’s right. Feel good?”
“Nnh… yes… haa…”
Trying not to make too much noise, Suhee swallowed down her moans. Hot, sweet breath spilled against Jeongun’s face. Even so, he didn’t rush. Slow strokes of his fingers were more than enough. The wetness between her legs grew denser, stickier.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Her quickening breath brushed his ear.
“Excuse me?”
A shame, but that was as far as it went this time. Jeongun adjusted his cock—already starting to tent—one more time and turned to leave, only for Suhee to catch his wrist.
“Just a little… a little more. Please?”
“No. We’ve got a customer. Though… you’re free to enjoy yourself on your own.”
“Nnh—”
“Over the panties only, though.”
“Ah…”
She wanted nothing more than to yank the fabric aside and shove her own fingers inside. The folds he’d been working burned hot. And he was telling her to hold back. She looked up at him pleadingly, but it did no good.
Once again she watched his back disappear through the curtain. Then Suhee set her fingers to her clit through the panties and rubbed hard and fast.
“Hnnph… mmph… nngh…”
She moved her hand while choking down every sound.
“Uh… a chicken sandwich and… um…”
“Take your time.”
“Ah—okay.”
She masturbated to the sound of someone placing an order outside. Her already-slick pussy only grew wetter, as if urging her on. By now a faint dampness was starting to show through the fabric itself. The impossibly thin cloth clung tighter and tighter. The outline of her cunt grew more and more distinct.
“Hnn… nngh…”
The more she rubbed that little protruding clit, the better it felt. And for some reason, the more she touched herself, the sharper and clearer the sounds from outside seemed to become.
“Yes, thank you. Just a moment, please.”
Pushing the curtain aside, Jeongun came back again. As before, he went straight to the fridge for ingredients. Still touching herself, Suhee glanced sideways at him and barely managed to speak.
“Haa… I can’t… I can’t hold on.”
“Nothing for it. You’ll have to.”
She wanted to pull out that thick cock of his right then and take it into her mouth. Suck him until the veins stood out, get him fully hard, then sprawl with her legs obscenely open and take him into her pussy.
“Ah…”
But being told to endure only made the hunger climb higher. The longer she held out, the more she felt like she might explode.
Having pulled out what he needed, Jeongun came back over and stroked between her thighs. The soaked panties. To get this wet in the short time it took to serve a customer—he liked that very much.
For a girl like this, he’d prepared a little gift. He opened a drawer.
Rrrk—
With a dull scrape of wood, what appeared in Jeongun’s hand was an ordinary bullet vibrator—a small, round egg of a rotor. Not one of the fancy wireless models with a long remote cord, but more than enough to buzz and torment her from inside or out.
“Hmm…”
He approached with the vibrator and hesitated a beat. There wasn’t time to drag this out. Customers were waiting even now. He’d considered simply pushing it into her pussy—then decided he ought to torment her a little more first.
He eased her panties aside and nestled the vibrator snugly between her already-slick folds. Then he tugged the fabric back into place. The egg, which had been about to slip free, was pinned by the wet elasticity of the panties exactly where he wanted it.
“Ah—no. Not there…”
“You’ll hold on. You can do that, right? If you’re good…”
Jeongun leaned in close and murmured against her.
“I’ll fuck you nice and thorough later.”
Suhee swallowed hard. Filthy words—and yet to her they were unbearably sweet. That thick, long cock of his. Just sucking on it was enough to soak her from the waist down. The thought of having it thrust into her pussy flooded her head in an instant.
And right now, she didn’t have a choice. When he dropped into that commanding informal register and ran a scene like this, defying him was nearly impossible. That was part of his particular charm.
She obediently nodded and kept her legs open. Jeongun stroked her hair, then flicked the switch at the end of the vibrator.
Bzzzzz—
“Hnnnph—”
Suhee twisted as if she’d been shocked. Jeongun pressed the remote into her hand, smiled once, and gathered up his ingredients again.
“Don’t turn it off.”
She could only manage a nod. If she opened her mouth, a moan would spill out.