Lunch with Eun-yeong, Part 1
Looking sharp after a careful styling session, Han Pan arrived near Dosan Park and stood with his phone pressed to his ear, mid-call.
"I'm almost there. Where did you say you were?"
"Honk! Honk!"
He was hurrying toward Eun-yeong's beauty shop, still talking to her on the phone, when a car horn blared at him. Han Pan turned his head.
A gray Ferrari Roma sat waiting.
He stared at it, puzzled—until the window rolled down and he saw Eun-yeong inside, oversized sunglasses perched on her face.
Still half-uncertain, he asked,
"Eun-yeong... Auntie?"
The big sunglasses hid her eyes, but the wide smile on her lips left no doubt it was her.
His gaze dropped at once to the short, elegant black blouse-style dress she was wearing. The skirt had ridden up, baring the pale length of her thighs. Firm, beautiful legs he hadn't gotten a proper look at yesterday stood out in full. They gleamed as if she'd oiled them, the sheen only making her lines more devastating.
Han Pan swallowed hard.
"Han Pan... hi!"
"Ah—it really is you, Auntie. I didn't recognize you with the sunglasses."
She slid them up onto her head and looked at him.
"Get in, quick! Before someone recognizes me."
"Yes, ma'am."
Han Pan checked the street around them and climbed into the car.
It still smelled new—rich red leather, that unmistakable luxury scent. She waited until he'd buckled his seatbelt, then pulled away. The Ferrari growled to life with that distinctive engine note and rolled out.
The car was pure spectacle. His mother ran a company that dealt in high-end vehicles, yet he'd almost never ridden in one himself, so the whole experience felt fresh. He thought the flashy machine suited Eun-yeong perfectly.
"I bought this from your mom's company, hohoho."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Picked it up a month ago. I love it."
"It suits you really well, Auntie."
At that, Eun-yeong pushed out her red-painted lips in a little pout.
"'Auntie' sounds so weird... Can't you just call me Noona?"
"Haha. Fine—Noona."
"This car is amazing!"
"Right? I'm clueless about cars, so I agonized over it, but your mom recommended this one. It was rough at first, but once I got used to it, I fell in love."
"Ah... Wait, you know words like 'car-clueless'?"
"Oh my, I love keeping up with the younger crowd, hoho."
"I see... You left the shop early, though."
Eun-yeong nodded.
"Some people I know showed up, and I didn't want the attention. So I came out to pick you up first. This industry's full of gossip... If the aunties found out I was hanging around with a guy like you, they'd get jealous and start talking behind my back, hoho."
"Is that so? Hahaha."
"Where should we go? Hungry? Anything you want to eat?"
"I'm fine with anything."
"Yeah? You're not starving, are you?"
"No, I'm good!"
"Then how about a little drive first?"
"Sounds great!"
Smiling, Eun-yeong pressed the accelerator and pointed the car toward Olympic Boulevard. The moment they hit the main road, she opened it up. Speed and pure thrill—she changed lanes like a wild horse running free, weaving hard and fast, clearly savoring every second. The sharp lane changes threw Han Pan's body side to side. He could feel how much she was enjoying herself right then.
"People are going to curse us out, you know."
Eun-yeong grinned.
"Who cares! So what? This is how you have fun!"
She kept driving hard for a while, and both of them were grinning. Then she cut right, leaving the boulevard behind. They ended up on a quiet stretch in front of an apartment complex, empty parking spots dotted along the curb. She pulled into one of them.
Once parked, Eun-yeong turned to him with a bright smile.
"Don't you want to take it for a spin too?"
"Me?"
He absolutely wanted to floor a machine like this. But driving someone else's car made him uneasy, and he hesitated. Watching his lips move as he wavered, Eun-yeong said,
"Switch seats."
She climbed out of the driver's side and walked around toward him. Still a little dazed, he got out when she reached his door. She gave him a sly smile and carefully settled into the passenger seat—and because the car sat so low, nearly the entire length of her thighs filled his view. His eyes locked on her legs of their own accord.
Han Pan laughed.
"Noona, your legs are seriously gorgeous."
The sudden compliment made Eun-yeong burst out laughing, delighted.
"Hohoho, really? Praise feels good. Thanks."
He closed her door carefully, then walked around to the driver's side, climbed in, and adjusted the seat position and side mirrors. Slowly he turned the wheel and eased onto the accelerator.
The car leapt forward with a bright, roaring surge. Once he hit the road and pushed a little harder, the Ferrari shot ahead with a dizzying rush. On the boulevard he opened it up further, and the car truly began to fly. Something inside his chest felt wide open and free.
He was happily working the accelerator and brake when something brushed his right thigh. Eun-yeong's left hand had settled lightly on top of it.
"How is it? Nice?"
She smiled brightly as she asked. Han Pan tried to ignore the touch and answered,
"Yeah. Really nice."
He focused back on the road. Eun-yeong's hand began to slide slowly up and down. Under that touch, his cock started to stiffen. The contact made him tense. Sensing it, she said,
"Oh my, Han Pan's getting all nervous... Just drive easy. What's the big deal? We're only out for a drive..."
Even as she spoke, she kept stimulating his thigh more firmly, her touch impossibly soft. Still tense, he carefully steered them back onto Olympic Boulevard.
The moment they were on the main road again, Eun-yeong withdrew her hand, then reclined her seat almost halfway back. She spread her legs as far as the space allowed and lifted his right hand from the wheel, placing it on her thigh.
Her boldness left him flustered and thrilled at once. While he was still trying to figure out how to respond, she looked at him with a filthy glint in her eyes.
"We met today to have a good time, didn't we? Why are you being so careful...? Where did yesterday's confidence go? Stop overthinking and just do what you want."
Eun-yeong propped her right leg up on the dashboard. The dizzying height of her high heel against the dash made her skirt fall open completely. Then she hiked the fabric higher with her hand—and the red thong underneath came into full view.
His eyes locked on it. She took his hand and set it firmly on her thigh.
"How do I look? Sexy?"
"..."
Han Pan slowly stroked her thigh. The firm, honeyed feel of it was incredible. Endorphins flooded his body; excitement surged through him, and he pushed the car to its absolute limit. The engine howled as they tore down the road. An unbearable hunger rolled through every inch of him.
Watching him, Eun-yeong slowly sat up. She bent low, ducking her head beneath the steering wheel, and began searching for his zipper, easing it down. Han Pan drove on the edge of control while shoving his seat back. With the extra room, she pushed her body in as far as it would go.
The dizzy thrill of a moving car combined with her sheer audacity made him think she was something else entirely.
Once the zipper was down, she unhooked his pants—and the clear outline of his fully hard cock sprang into view. A true monster among monsters. The filthy certainty that he would give her sensations she'd never felt before flooded her mind.
High on adrenaline, Han Pan hesitated only a second before cutting the wheel and hunting for the quiet spot they'd just left. Eun-yeong worked her hand into his underwear within the tight space, trying to pull his pants down at the same time. He lifted his hips to help her. The pants slid free—and his cock, a full twenty-five centimeters, sprang out.
Superb girth. Superb length. A long, thick banana packed solid.
She looked at it and smiled. Then she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and dragged it along his shaft.
Han Pan felt the dizzying jolt race through his entire body. It had been a long time since he'd felt a tongue like this. Nothing like jerking off could compare. And getting head while actually driving a car—he realized for the first time just how good that could feel.