Yeongho's Room
“Did you pick it up pretty well earlier?”
“Of course I did.”
Heeju, practically nestled in Seungun’s arms, answered in a voice thick with playful charm. Once he actually had her against him, Seungun decided she wasn’t half bad. Maybe it was the deep plunge of her neckline, offering a generous look all the way down. When he tightened the arm wrapped around her, she melted right into his hold—this girl had clearly made up her mind too.
He let his hand slide lower, stroking not her waist but the curve of her ass.
“Mm… what are you doing?”
“You don’t like it?”
“No, it’s just… we’re outside?”
Seungun grinned. He knew exactly what that kind of answer meant. Kneading the handful of Heeju’s ass, he glanced over toward Yeongho.
Suhee’s heavy breasts were pressed flush against Yeongho’s chest.
Lucky bastard…
Heeju felt fine in his arms, but honestly, next to Suhee she came up a little short. Even if he got to fuck Heeju tonight, what he really wanted was a look at Suhee naked. She’d been unreal enough in a wet suit—what would she look like stripped bare on a bed? And half-drunk as he was, the idea of actually bedding a woman like that barely felt real.
Yeongho reached for the Suhee sinking into his embrace.
“You seem pretty wasted…”
“I told you I’m not.”
Whether she meant to or not, the situation could not have been better for Yeongho. The way she kept deliberately grinding her chest into him said everything he needed to know. Gathering a little courage, he gently stroked her shoulder. Soft, rounded—curves and texture nothing like a man’s. Being able to touch the body he’d been eyeing since morning, feeling those springy, heavy breasts keep pressing into him, sent his cock surging hard in a rush. Alcohol or not, there was no fighting it. Suhee this close was simply too much.
“Then why are you stumbling around like this?”
“I don’t know? Why am I?”
Suhee’s left hand came to rest on Yeongho’s thigh. No accident—she set it there openly and began to stroke. A body trained by surfing; it looked more than usable. Firm thighs, and the cock already stiffening wasn’t bad either. Matching her blatant touch, Yeongho answered in kind. The hand that had only been caressing her shoulder dropped lower without hesitation. After tasting the slim waist, it drove straight for the ass beneath that wide pelvis.
“Mm…”
Pressed tight against him, Suhee let out a thin little moan. Yeongho’s eyes met Seungun’s. By both men’s reckoning, the two women had already crossed the line. They exchanged a quick glance toward the door, then a small nod.
Seungun murmured against Heeju’s ear, his hand still working her ass.
“Want to go drink somewhere else?”
“Mm, where?”
Heeju thought, Finally moving, but played along. Watching guys operate like this was too much fun. The goal was obvious, and they still pretended it wasn’t. Really, this whole conversation was just code for let’s go somewhere and fuck.
“Ah, it’s just too loud in here.”
“Yeah. Okay then.”
Still tucked against Seungun, Heeju stood. Being held and touched like this didn’t feel bad at all. She liked the solid body that came with being a surfing instructor, and she was plenty hungry herself—eager for a good time after so long, she was more than ready to follow.
Seeing the two of them rise, Suhee and Yeongho got up as well. Yeongho had to fumble a little, adjusting the erection straining in his pants.
The place the four of them returned to was not another bar—it was Yeongho’s lodging. With all four of them after the same thing, there was no need for another round of drinks. Still, Yeongho and Seungun kept up appearances. They ducked into a convenience store for liquor and snacks—and condoms while they were at it.
“We drink a bit and then peel off to our rooms, right?”
“Mm… well.”
“What?”
“Wouldn’t it be fine if we all stayed in one room?”
Seungun floated the idea, hungry for a look at Suhee naked. Pairing off into separate rooms was good, but the two of them had also done the messy free-for-all in a single room before.
“Think those two would go for it?”
“Hey, they don’t exactly seem like amateurs, do they?”
“True, but…”
Yeongho tilted his head. Most people balked at four bodies tangled together like that. The only times they’d pulled it off before had been with women already wrecked on alcohol. They’d tried to get these two properly drunk, but the girls had quietly pushed back—and more than that, they’d come pressing in on their own, leaving no room for the usual routine. Neither of them looked blackout drunk.
“We try it first. That shit’s hot as hell.”
“Yeah, fair.”
“Get both of them stripped… fuck. Just picturing it gets me hard.”
Seungun kept licking his lips. Yeongho was no different. The cock that had stiffened earlier showed no interest in settling down. Maybe because he could feel how close they already were.
Watching Suhee and Heeju walk straight into Yeongho’s room without a fuss, the two men couldn’t wipe the smiles off their faces. They deliberately pushed the mood higher, ramping up the intensity of every touch. Suhee and Heeju gave as good as they got. Having come this far, both of them were burning too. The men’s hands were no longer subtle—they were groping openly now.
“Damn, though—your body is seriously nice.”
“Mm, no it’s not.”
“Look here—it dips in where it should, and…”
Seungun stroked Heeju’s side as he pulled her in. He made no effort to hide the erection tenting his pants. Nearly flush against each other, the two of them explored with sticky, lingering hands.
Yeongho wasn’t about to lose. Suhee kept stroking his thigh and giving little taps toward his cock.
“Hss…”
He buried his nose against the nape of her neck and drew a deep breath. His cock felt ready to burst. The satisfaction of Suhee’s body pressed tight against him was absolute—soft curves, smooth skin, all that springy flesh in his arms. It was hard to think straight. Just when it started to feel like a dream, her hand would drift in again, teasing his thigh and cock until he felt like a teenager all over again.
“Mm… ah… ah—”
Meanwhile Seungun made the first real move. Deciding there was no need to split into separate rooms, he pushed further. When Heeju didn’t refuse, his hand slipped up under her top. The outfit had been bold enough already, but it had still covered what needed covering—until his fingers slid into that space and began to wander with filthy intent.
“Hoo…”
The air in Yeongho’s small room thickened fast, turning hot and sticky. Yeongho pulled Suhee in by the waist and sat her down on top of him.
“Ah, what are you doing?”
She put on a show of complaining, but she was just as worked up. Watching her friend Heeju tangle so lewdly with another man felt different from the usual one-on-one. There had been nights like this a few times in the past, but it had been a while. Two things stoked her further: doing something filthy in a cramped little room, and knowing someone else was right there to see it.
Even as she said it, Suhee settled onto his cock—and Yeongho’s hands clamped hard onto her ass. He tugged her a little forward. Clothes still separated them, but he could feel every bit of her sex pressed against his shaft.
“Nnh.”
Suhee felt it too. Through his thin pants and her thin clothes, the thick, hard length of him bore down against her pussy. Each time Yeongho’s big hands on her ass gave a little rock, she answered by rolling her hips, grinding along the ridge of his cock as if she weren’t doing it on purpose at all.
Fabric whispered with every rub. Their breathing grew rougher. From behind them came the wet sounds of Heeju and Seungun going at it, and that only made it hotter.
Filthy kissing sounds mixed with the rasp of a zipper coming down—Heeju’s clothes, or maybe Seungun’s pants. Hard to say which, but someone was definitely getting undressed.
“Hah…”
Yeongho pulled Suhee closer and buried his face in the valley of her breasts. Even then her hips kept working. His cock—she liked the size of it, the hardness. Hot breath spilled between her breasts and kept stoking her higher.
Heeju’s tongue and Seungun’s tangled in the open air, sliding into each other’s mouths and back out again, trading spit. At the same time she fought with his pants while he fought with hers. Once the fire caught, things moved fast on their side.
Heeju’s hand got there first, slipping into Seungun’s pants. A heavy, solid cock filled her fingers.
“Haa…”
She let out a satisfied moan and worked him in her grip.
Seungun’s hand went into her pants the same way. He thought about diving straight under the panties the way she had, then decided to savor the feel of her a moment longer—stroking slow and soft over the fabric. She’d come prepared: thin, filthy little panties that let him feel her pussy plain as day.
“Wow… it’s huge. And so hard.”
“Of course it is.”
The more his fingers mapped Heeju’s folds, the harder Seungun got. He glanced toward Suhee. Her back filled his view—straddling Yeongho, rubbing her crotch against him. Nothing had come off yet, but watching a woman that pretty roll her hips so obscenely only confirmed it: deciding to tangle all four of them in one room had been the right call. He might not get to fuck her right away, but the chance would come.
“Mm… ah, ah—aah.”
Heeju twisted her waist and moaned as Seungun’s hand slid slick between her pussy lips. Watching her, he thought,
Her first, for now.
Once the sex started and bodies started piling together, things would sort themselves out. He’d done this with Yeongho plenty of times—hell, the two of them had wrecked a single woman between them before.