Heeju and Surfing
"Suhee, you okay?"
"Huh? Whew… It's a little rough, but… I'm fine."
"It took a whole extra hour."
Thanks to Suhee's still-unsteady driving, the two of them arrived far later than planned. It was spring by the calendar, but the sea breeze carried a faint chill.
"It's kind of cold. Are you sure you're okay, Heeju?"
"Come on, I looked everything up beforehand. People do this in winter too."
"Still feels weird…"
"Hey. Just trust me and follow."
Heeju took the lead, tugging along a Suhee who was lightly worn out from the drive, and strode ahead with confidence. The one stroke of luck was that they still weren't late. Suhee had wondered how much anyone could learn from a single day's lesson—but if they missed even that, there would be no point at all. Leaving early had paid off.
"Hi, we have a lesson reserved for this afternoon."
"Ah, welcome. May I have your name?"
Heeju stepped into the small building near the beach and spoke to the staff. When she gave the name on the reservation, the male employee seated at the desk tapped at his computer—and as he typed, he kept stealing sidelong glances at Heeju and Suhee.
Not bad at all.
Yeongho, who was also a surfing instructor, thought he'd hit the jackpot. His eyes had already lit up when Heeju walked in alone; the Suhee who followed her in was an even bigger score. Still, he couldn't let it show. They were customers, after all. For now, he stuck to the basic briefing.
Until a moment ago he'd been irritated at having to work through the weekend—but every so often a gem of an opportunity like this dropped into his lap, and that made it worth it.
This is why I do this job.
As Suhee and Heeju looked around the shop, Yeongho spoke up again. He'd already covered everything he needed to cover. This was pure male instinct.
"Have you surfed before?"
"No, it's our first time. Both of us."
"Ahh, you're going to have fun."
"Isn't it cold?"
"Nah… The suits are pretty thick, and the seawater's actually warmer, so you'll be fine."
"See, Suhee? He says it's fine."
"You brought swimsuits to wear underneath, right?"
"Yes, we brought them."
While Yeongho entertained pleasant imaginings from that exchange, the two women started talking between themselves.
"Suhee, what did you bring?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. Your swimsuit."
Yeongho's ears, while he pretended to work at the computer, naturally tilted their way. Both women looked slender even under their slightly bulky outer clothes; there was no way he wouldn't be curious about their swimsuits.
"A rash guard."
"Oh, same."
Tch.
Yeongho, who had privately been hoping for bikinis, felt a flicker of disappointment—but he told himself it couldn't be helped. Women who wore bikinis under a wet suit were a tiny minority, and it was still a little chilly out. Even so, he thought, it was something—and he ran his eyes over both women's figures again.
The one called Heeju was a touch on the thin side, but she still had curves. Honestly, if the woman named Suhee hadn't been standing next to her, he would have tried his luck with Heeju anytime. Slim arms and legs, a body that wore the word slender perfectly.
He swallowed quietly so neither of them would notice, then stole another look at Suhee.
Holy shit.
Her profile alone looked sculpted—but what really left him baffled was how her body could show through like that. She wasn't just thin. The soft way her arms and legs moved suggested real spring and tone; a wide pelvis, a cinched waist, and breasts that announced their presence with heavy authority put the finishing touch on it.
He'd been a surfing instructor for over five years, and he had never seen a woman this perfect.
While Yeongho was busy ogling the two of them, other customers kept filtering in. Their eyes, too—men and women alike—drifted toward Suhee.
"Yeongho, busy today?"
"Huh? Uh… not really?"
Seungun, a fellow instructor who was off duty, had walked in as well. He was the same type as Yeongho—the kind of guy who sometimes showed up even on his days off to check the water and the customers.
"So? How is it?"
They were perfectly in sync on that front, so Seungun drifted closer and asked under his breath. Yeongho grinned and tipped his chin toward Suhee's group. Like someone who'd done this a hundred times, Seungun looked over without making it obvious.
"Oh… fuck."
A low curse slipped out of Seungun, and a spark lit in his eyes. Same as Yeongho—he hadn't seen a woman like that in a long time. Almost never. Heeju alone would have been enough to make him give up his day off and help with the lesson; adding Suhee on top of her short-circuited his brain.
"Damn. Lots of students today—maybe I should stick around and help out?"
"Ah, no need. Go home and rest."
On a normal day Yeongho would have accepted Seungun's not-entirely-altruistic offer and played along, but today he was feeling greedy. Their success rate wasn't a hundred percent, of course—but both of them had hooked up with more than a few women who'd come for lessons. Spend a whole day stuck close teaching someone, and the odds naturally climbed. They worked physical jobs, so their bodies were solid, and they were lightly tanned on top of it.
"Hey now. Your senior's offering to help."
"Ha… tch."
Yeongho, who had been wanting a shot at Suhee, clicked his tongue. Truth was, he'd shown up on his own days off to help Seungun before, so he couldn't flat-out refuse. And the reason for refusing was way too obvious.
"Alright, let's get you into the suits first!"
Yeongho called out to the customers inside.
"Change into your swimsuits in the locker room in back and come on out."
It was still too chilly to wander around outside in just a swimsuit, so they would hand out the wet suits from inside. People filed into the inner changing rooms in turn.
"Dude. Dude. I'm looking forward to this."
"They said rash guards."
"Still, man."
Seungun had come in close, whispering so the other customers wouldn't hear. Yeongho had already deflated some of Seungun's expectations by mentioning the rash guards, but he was a little excited himself. A rash guard was thinner than an outer jacket, after all—the lines of a body would show much more clearly.
"I'll take the lesson."
"Ah, come on, let's not compete with each other."
"Hey, you know how it is."
Both of them had Suhee as priority number one. Heeju was pretty too, but she left them just a little wanting. If they were going to make a move, they wanted the top tier. And teaching the lesson himself meant plenty of chances for contact.
"Ugh, fine. Alright, I got it. But do it right, yeah? You know about the after-party."
"Yeah, yeah. First we figure out their schedule."
"Exactly. Whether they're here through tomorrow is the important part."
They'd synced up enough times that they worked well together. Still, Yeongho was relieved to have grabbed the lead for now. Teaching Suhee's group himself meant more chances to loosen things up.
The moment the changing-room door slid open, both men's heads snapped around.
"Oh."
"Shh."
Yeongho quickly shut down Seungun's open admiration and swallowed again. Suhee, stepping out in a thin rash guard and water leggings, had a body that was pure fantasy. There was no comparison to how she'd looked in her outer clothes.
Both men had seen more swimsuits than they could count and worked the ocean every day; they were used to it. This was different. Something almost sexual was already sparking. Feeling a heavy pull low in the body from nothing more than a swimsuit—and a rash guard at that—was almost unsettling.
"Ahem. Ahem."
"Ah—this way, please."
"Okay. Heeju, what are you doing?"
"Coming out now~"
Heeju followed right after, and Yeongho guided both of them over to where the wet suits were.
"You'll want it a little tight, honestly."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes. It's better for warmth, and once it gets wet you'll move more easily too."
Up close, she was even more devastating. Every time Suhee shifted, her chest gave a soft little bounce, and it was enough to drive him crazy. He got turned on easily enough, but he wasn't usually this close to losing it—standing this near a body so vividly alive made him feel like an animal.
"Want to try this one on?"
"Sure."
Yeongho pulled out a wet suit and handed it to Suhee. Under the pretext of helping her into it, he could step in even closer.
"It's a little… small."
"Ah, it's always a bit of a struggle at first. If you dampen it a little it goes on easier."
"Really?"
"Yeah. On nice days some people just walk into the ocean and put it on there. Like a swimming pool."
"That's wild… nnh."
Suhee shoved her lower half into the suit, and her legs looked impossibly smooth.
I'm losing my mind.
"Ugh—it won't zip."
That's because her chest is a little big…
"I'll hold it for you."
The comment about her chest nearly slipped out; Yeongho barely swallowed it and moved around behind her. As he tugged the snug suit into place, the pale nape of her neck filled his vision. He came a breath away from burying his lips against it. A faint, sweet scent rose with the warm smell of her skin, thick enough that he felt his reason starting to fray.
"Haa… This is insanely tight."
"Once you're in the water it'll ease up."
"Will it…?"
"Of course."
The wet suit clung to her like a second skin, throwing every line of Suhee's body into sharp relief. Even a woman with an ordinary figure got a little shaping effect from one of these; on Suhee, whose body was already finished work, it was dizzying. It felt like looking at a photograph that had been retouched into impossibility. And he kept seeing that nape of her neck again.
Swallowing hard, Yeongho guided Suhee back outside—thinking, as he did, that he'd been right not to hand her over to Seungun.
On the beach, Yeongho and Seungun sorted the gathered students into sensible groups. As agreed beforehand, Yeongho would take the group Suhee was in. After handing out the practice boards, they started the lesson proper.
It was only a single day's instruction, so nothing advanced was required—at most, floating and finding your balance. Even so, this was the moment Yeongho had been waiting for most all day. Once people started thrashing around in the water, physical contact was inevitable.