Surfing Instructor Yeongho
"Alright, come this way."
Yeongho guided the group down toward the beach. First up were the balance drills on the sand.
"Why don't you each try standing on your boards?"
It wasn't the water — just solid, packed sand — so no one had much trouble climbing on.
"This should feel pretty easy right now, but once we get in the water it might get a little tougher. Still, the fundamentals matter, so..."
Yeongho moved among the students as they awkwardly found their stances. What he really wanted was to focus entirely on Suhee and spend the whole session drinking in her figure, but he couldn't afford to be that obvious. Even so, his eyes kept flicking back to her as she lay prone on her board.
"How's it going, Suhee?"
"It's harder than it looks..."
While she chatted with Heeju, paying the instructor no mind at all, Yeongho freely admired the view from behind. The wet suit hugged her so tightly that the line of her ass looked even firmer, even more elastic — every curve standing out in sharp relief.
"Good. Now try shifting your body a little."
Yeongho paced behind the group, staying out of the other students' line of sight. His gaze locked onto the space between Suhee's long, outstretched legs. The woman next to her — Heeju — was plenty worth looking at too. These two were definitely a feast for the eyes. His cock started to swell, but luckily the suit would hide it.
Ankles so slender they looked like they might snap. Calves that tapered with a soft, fluid grace. And then thighs that, by comparison, pushed against the rubber with a fuller, more elastic force — as if they might burst the suit wide open. Higher still, that plump, springy ass filled his vision. Every time she shifted her feet, playing around with Heeju, that taut ass twitched and flexed. It was almost more than he could take.
"Ahem. Alright, let's try standing up. Nice and slow..."
He walked among the students as they slowly rose from their boards, following the motions he'd already demonstrated, fighting down the lust surging through him. He couldn't just stand there staring at Suhee's body.
"Ah—!"
"Ugh."
A few people wobbled, but he didn't pay them much attention — partly because of Suhee, and partly because this was just a one-day class. They'd barely get past splashing around in the shallows anyway.
"Let's all try holding the stance. I'll come around and check on you."
Now Yeongho got down to business, and he had a perfectly good excuse.
"Spread your arms a little wider... yes, like that."
He didn't go to Suhee first. Like a kid saving the best bite for last, he corrected the other students' postures, then approached Heeju. She definitely came in second to Suhee, but on any other day she'd have been first place, no contest. Her chest was a little lacking, maybe, but that sleek, well-toned body looked incredible in a clinging wet suit.
"Get your legs a little more stable. Good."
Almost like a rehearsal, Yeongho let his hand brush the space between Heeju's thigh and waist. It was an ambiguous spot, but Heeju didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable with that kind of contact. The body he felt through the suit wasn't bad at all. He glanced at her face — no reaction to being touched.
Hmm... not bad.
If things didn't work out with Suhee, he thought, pivoting to this one wouldn't be a bad backup plan. He tightened his grip on her waist, just a little harder.
"Ah—!"
"Oh — sorry about that."
And her reaction was definitely promising. She actually stumbled a little and fell into him, and through the suit he could feel her soft body properly this time.
"Ahem."
Yeongho coughed and stepped back — and in that moment, Heeju allowed herself a secret little grin. She'd been watching him from the start. The way he kept sizing her and Suhee up had been anything but innocent, and sure enough, she'd been right. Yeongho and Seungun thought they were being subtle. They weren't. It wasn't just sharp-eyed Suhee — Heeju was plenty familiar with this kind of situation herself.
"Alright then..."
As Yeongho turned toward Suhee, Heeju sent her a little signal. Suhee saw Heeju nodding and smirking, and a faint smile touched her own lips.
Men. They're all the same.
Few people on earth were more attuned than Suhee to the feeling of a man's persistent gaze crawling over every inch of her body. The moment Yeongho turned fully toward her to check her stance, Suhee deliberately wobbled.
"Whoa — careful!"
Yeongho's hand came up to catch her from behind.
Fuck...
He didn't dare say it out loud, but the springy give of her body under his hand wrung a silent curse out of him. It was less a swear than a gasp of awe. He'd only touched her through the suit, and already he could feel it — that incredible combination of softness and firmness. A body like this usually meant a woman who worked out a lot, and those women were something else in bed. That elastic, vice-tight squeeze. Color rose in Yeongho's face.
"Oh, thank you."
Suhee reached out and pushed against Yeongho's body to steady herself. Strangely enough, her hand landed right on his chest. He swallowed. She was so close his head started to swim — and then he saw her wobble again.
"Ah—!"
This time she fell straight into him. Up close, her expression said that if he pushed just a little further, she'd be the one making a move, desperate for it. She pressed herself against him so boldly that those breasts, sealed tight inside the wet suit, mashed against his chest. They squished. Heeju, his backup plan, vanished from Yeongho's mind entirely. Whether it was the wet suit compressing them or just the way they were built, the feeling of those firm breasts pressing into him was absolutely incredible.
"A-are you okay?"
He stammered like an idiot, checking on her. What he really wanted was to wrap his arms around her and roll around right there in the sand, but there were far too many eyes on them. He'd only been planning to sneak in a little contact — and instead she'd fallen right into his arms. Talk about a gift.
"Ah, thank you. This is harder than I thought."
"Haha, it'll be even tougher once we get in the water. But you're doing great."
Suhee eased out of his arms, and Yeongho smacked his lips with open regret before forcing himself to turn back to the rest of the class.
"The water's actually warmer once you're in. Shall we wade in a bit?"
Following their instructor, Suhee's group dipped their feet into the water. It wasn't deep. And just as Yeongho had said, the sea was actually warmer than the air.
"Hey, Lee Suhee."
Heeju splashed water at her, grinning.
"Hey, cut it out."
"You're supposed to get soaked at the beach. That's the whole point."
The two of them splashed and played, their bodies growing wetter by the second. Yeongho's eyes were working overtime. He was so busy stealing glances at Suhee's figure — trying not to get caught — that he could barely think. Ordinary students never pulled his gaze like this, but Suhee's sleek body was something he could look at forever and never get tired of. If anything, watching her lower body submerged in the seawater, those curves flowing and shifting with every flex of muscle — it was mesmerizing.
"Alright, alright. Let's line up in a row."
He couldn't just stand there gawking at Suhee's body forever. He had a job to do, so he lined the students up.
"Alright, let's try what we practiced on the sand. First, get yourselves properly wet..."
Yeongho's eyes gleamed as he watched Suhee and Heeju's suits grow wetter and wetter. Heeju hadn't minded the contact earlier, and Suhee had literally fallen into his arms — so he wasn't bothering to hide it anymore.
"Right?"
"Yeah, they're all the same."
Heeju and Suhee ducked their heads together, giggling as they talked. Honestly, this was part of what they'd come for. Handsy men were so familiar to both of them that picking up on Yeongho and Seungun's intentions had been almost too easy.
"Want to push it a little further?"
"What are you thinking?"
Having Heeju there made Suhee a little looser than usual. Most of the time she just waited for men to come to her, offering the slightest opening — but this time she decided to tease a little harder.
Suhee lay down on her board, and the seawater soaked into her almost immediately. Even with a wet suit, the difference between wet and dry was dramatic. Especially on Suhee. The wetter it got, the more precisely every contour of her body showed through. The round, luscious upper curve of her breasts rose into full, unmistakable view.
"Teacher, can you take a look at this?"
Suhee called Yeongho over on purpose. She lifted her upper body just slightly, and her chest stood out even more.
"Hmm? Having trouble?"
"Yeah, it's a little hard..."
Yeongho was there in an instant, supporting her body as if he'd been waiting for exactly this. The soaked wet suit clung to his hands, letting him feel every curve of Suhee's body underneath as if there were nothing between them.
"I can't get up. How am I supposed to find my balance?"
"Just take it slow..."
Suhee reached out and grabbed him near the thigh. She'd grabbed him dangerously close to his cock. Yeongho nearly jumped.
That was an accident, right?
A woman like Suhee wouldn't come on that aggressively — that's what he told himself as he helped her up. His solid arm wrapped openly around her waist. That waist — made to look even thinner by the contrast of her wide hips and full breasts — sent a hard pulse of blood straight into his cock. He couldn't stop himself from imagining peeling that wet suit off her like a rind and fucking her filthy and wet right there on the board.
His swelling cock had grown so hard it was starting to show through his own suit — and that was when Suhee's hand brushed between his legs.
"Hhk—!"
Startled by how bold the touch was, Yeongho checked her face. Even if it had been an accident, he was fully hard right now. If she'd touched him that openly, there was no way she didn't know.
"Pfft."
But Suhee met his eyes and smiled — just a little. The hard cock she could feel through the wet suit. Not bad at all. It was almost funny how hard he'd gotten already, considering how little had actually happened. So she just laughed.
Watching her, Yeongho's mind started racing. She'd definitely touched his cock. And she wasn't startled. Not startled — she'd actually smiled. And that smile hadn't come from embarrassment. There was something sultry in it. Something knowing.
Wait. Is she...?
Yeongho's hand slid lower, down toward Suhee's submerged lower body — toward her ass.
"Mmh..."
She made a little sound, almost like a pout — but she didn't pull away. Yeongho felt like his heart and his cock might burst at the same time. Through the wet suit, he felt the round, firm shape of her ass. He hesitated a moment, then gave it a light squeeze — and that was when Suhee finally reacted. She didn't scold him outright. She just shot him a playfully sharp look and peeled his hand off herself.
What is this? That's... ambiguous.
Not a full rejection, but not a full yes either. Yeongho tilted his head, puzzled. Watching the whole thing, Heeju was laughing silently to herself.