Delivery Exposure
"Nngh—"
Won-chul's hand closed roughly over Su-hui's breast.
"Oh… I knew it… You came out without one, huh?"
"Aah… We're going straight to it anyway, aren't we?"
Su-hui spoke from the passenger seat while Won-chul drove. It had been a while since the two of them had met, and given that their relationship was essentially friends with benefits, the reason for seeing each other was obvious. Her springy breasts pushed firm nipples up against the thin fabric of her dress. Exposure of this degree was something Su-hui had come to enjoy lightly by now. As Won-chul fondled her chest while driving, the bulge of his cock swelled visibly larger. Su-hui gave his hand a light shove away.
"Hm? What, you teasing me?"
"Mmm…"
She reached across with her left hand and stroked Won-chul's cock. Even through his clothes, she could feel how hard he was. Slowly, Su-hui slipped the shoulder straps of her dress down. Her pale, luscious breasts spilled fully into view.
"No… Touch them yourself."
She caught his hand and pressed it to her chest, kneading it there. Leaving one of his hands on one breast, she tugged the other strap down as well. Both breasts bared, Su-hui sat fully exposed.
"Whoa…"
Won-chul stole a sidelong glance at her and let the hand caressing her breast slide lower. It landed on her thigh and began to work its way inward. As his fingers slipped between her legs, Su-hui parted them naturally. Won-chul stroked slowly along her inner thigh.
"Your thighs are insanely soft…"
"Aaah…"
His hand crept steadily closer to the space between her legs. Su-hui could feel her pussy growing hotter by the second. Won-chul's fingers glided gently up her thigh until they brushed against her cunt.
"What the hell? You're not wearing panties either??"
"Ahn… Of course not… Why would I only cover the bottom?"
"Damn… Su-hui, you're really…"
Just as she was about to savor the slow stroke of his fingers over her pussy, Won-chul pulled his hand away.
"Whew… Any more of that and we'll crash. We'll do it when we get there."
"Hey… You get me this wet and then just stop… What's that about…"
Su-hui pouted, eyeing the thick bulge of his cock. Then she ducked her head down toward his lap. She unzipped his pants, freed his rigid cock from his underwear, and blew a soft stream of air over it while stroking it lightly with her hand.
"Kh— Su-hui… We're gonna crash…"
"Focus on the road, oppa."
Su-hui dragged her tongue up the length of his cock, licked slowly all the way to the head, then sealed her lips lightly around the tip. At the same time she worked him with her hand, pumping as if she were jerking him off. Her slender white fingers curled gently around his shaft and stroked up and down. Beneath her red lips, the head of his cock was being thoroughly teased by her tongue. She licked every sensitive inch without leaving a gap, then skimmed past the slit. Just when it seemed she would keep licking, she lifted her head a fraction and pressed a kiss to the tip as if greeting it with her mouth. Won-chul's cock was soon slick with her spit; saliva ran down the shaft until even the fingers pumping him were sticky with it.
"Hah— Su-hui…"
"Gonna cum?"
"Just a little… more and…"
"Whew… Then I'd better stop here. We'll crash."
"Ah, what the hell—"
"You did the same thing, oppa."
Giggling, Su-hui took her hands off his cock—payback, pure and simple, for the way he had left her dripping and then stopped.
"You… You're dead today."
"Hehe. I'll be looking forward to it, oppa."
As if he couldn't stand to wait another second, Won-chul floored the accelerator.
The two of them arrived at the motel, collected the key, and stepped into the room.
"Ah… I was so horny I came straight here, but… maybe I should've grabbed something to eat first?"
"Hungry, oppa?"
"Yeah, a bit! You?"
"Me? I'm fine enough."
"Hmm. What should we order… chicken?"
"Sure, that works."
Won-chul ordered chicken through an app. The notification that popped up on his phone said delivery would take nearly an hour.
"What kind of delivery takes a whole hour… Ugh, I'm starving… Guess I'll just eat Su-hui instead."
"What are you even saying."
Their tongues tangled together. Won-chul's hands roamed over Su-hui's body, which was covered by nothing but the dress. Through the thin fabric, every beautiful curve of her figure came through plain as day. Her springy breasts pressed firmly into his chest. Her narrow waist had not a scrap of spare flesh on it; the firm feel of her abs registered under his fingertips. The elegant line that swept down into her hips was the kind of curve that would make any man's cock stand at attention the moment he ran a hand over it. The hands that had been stroking her body rose and tugged her shoulder straps down. The pink nipples he had been toying with earlier came into view—stiff and peaked with arousal.
Won-chul kept pulling her dress lower as he began to lick her nipples. The hardened tips caught against his tongue.
"Looking at these nipples, you're pretty worked up, huh?"
"Haaang… You've been… touching me like that since earlier… What am I supposed to do… Then… nngh…"
Su-hui moaned under the attention to her breasts and slowly reached out to start undressing him. She stripped his top off in moments; once she undid his belt buckle, his pants slid right down. She shoved the underwear-clad Won-chul toward the bed. He dropped onto the mattress under her push, and Su-hui came after him, peeling the dress off and tossing it aside.
"My turn now. Lie down, oppa."
As Won-chul lay back on the bed, Su-hui's naked body half-draped over him from the side. Nestling against him as if for a hug, she kissed her way down from his neck, flicking her tongue out to tease and caress. One hand stroked over his chest.
"Haa… Su-hui…"
"I'll… make you feel good. Oppa."
Her lips worked down his neck and collarbone in sucking kisses until they found his nipple. She stuck out her tongue, licked gently around it, then lapped at it the way a puppy drinks water.
"Ugh…"
"Feel good, oppa?"
"Yeah… It does…"
"Me too… Look how wet I am."
Su-hui hooked one leg over his and rubbed her slick pussy against his thigh. With no hair in the way, the shape of her cunt and just how wet she was registered against his skin in blatant detail.
"Haa… Rubbing on oppa's leg… Ahn… I can feel it…"
Sucking on one of his nipples, she freed his cock with her free hand and stroked it as if jerking him off, her soaked pussy pressed flush to his thigh. When her juices had wet his leg enough to leave it damp, Won-chul flipped her onto her back. Her lewd writhing had his cock straining so hard he couldn't hold back. He stripped off his underwear, grabbed her legs, and spread them.
"Aaang… Oppa… So rough…"
"I'm about to fuck you even rougher. Spread your legs for me."
Su-hui's legs fell open into an M, parting the glistening folds of her pussy. Her cunt was swollen with excitement, heavy with slick. Won-chul took his cock in hand and began to rub it slowly against her. Sticky juices smeared thickly over his shaft. He dragged the head deliberately over her clit, and Su-hui's hips jerked at the stimulation.
"Haa… Aaah… Oppa… Aaah… Ahn… So good…"
"Look at that pussy juice running. You're filthy, you know that?"
"Aaah… I can't wait… Oppa… Hurry… Put it in already…"
Her hips rolled as if begging to take his cock. Watching Su-hui arch and plead for it, Won-chul didn't make her wait any longer—he drove into her. Her slick folds closed around him, soft yet springy, clamping down.
"Khh… No matter when I fuck you, Su-hui… You're fucking delicious."
"Ahn… Aaang… Oppa… Does my pussy taste good?"
"Yeah… Fucking delicious."
Won-chul buried himself deep. He pulled out with deliberate force, dragging maximum friction along her inner walls. Even moving slowly, he angled himself so that every stroke scraped along her insides.
"Haa— aaang… Ahn… Aaah… This… Ahn…"
Tension ran through her spread legs.
"How is it, Su-hui? Even slow feels good, right?"
"Aang… Ahn… When you move slow… Aaang… I can feel the shape of oppa's cock… exactly like it is…"
Still rocking into her at that unhurried pace, Won-chul checked his phone.
"Su-hui, the delivery's gonna be here soon, though?"
"Ahn… Aaang… You can… Ahn… answer it… Put on a robe…"
"Want to try something? Delivery exposure?"
"Haa… Aaang… Me… Nngh… Going out to get it?"
"Yeah. Cover up with a towel."
"Haut… Aaang… Isn't that dangerous?"
"I'm right here. What's dangerous about it?"
"Ahn… Ahn… That… Aht… If that guy… does something to me…"
"If you call out, I'll come straight out. That should be fine, right? What do you say?"
"Aht… Ahn… Aaang… Okay… Fine then."
Won-chul picked up the pace of his hips. He wanted her as worked up as possible before the delivery arrived.
Schlick, schlick, schlick—
"Ah… Ahn. Nngh… Nngh… S-suddenly… so fast… Aht…"
"Fuck, you're clamping down hard, Su-hui. Getting off on the idea of delivery exposure?"
"I d… don't know… Aht… Ahn… Nngh… Nngh… Haaang…"
Won-chul bent over her, driving his cock in as he bit down hard on her nipple.
"Auk… Aaang… Good, oppa… Haaang… Harder… Ah… I'm gonna cum… Aaah."
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang. Won-chul yanked his cock out of her in one quick pull.
"Haa… Ah… Just a little more… and I would've… cum…"
"Hurry, Su-hui. I'll hide in the bathroom. Here—towel."
He handed her a large bath towel. Su-hui wrapped it once around her body. She wanted to knot it tight in front, but her chest made the towel come up a little short; the wrap ended up clumsy and loose.
Ding-dong.
"Delivery. Anyone home?"
"Yes~ Coming."
Su-hui walked toward the door. The bath towel was so short it felt like her pussy might show at any second. Maybe it was because Won-chul had been pounding into her only moments before, but her heart was hammering and she was getting turned on all over again. She was a little shaky—but the truth was, she was a little excited too. And if anything went wrong, she only had to call and Won-chul would come out to help… She adjusted the towel around herself one more time. It really was short. From the top, a good half of her springy breasts showed; from the bottom, if she bent over at all, her pussy would be completely on display.
Ding-dong.
"Yes~"
Click.
Su-hui opened the door.