Lunch Date with Stepmom 3
Han Pan stepped up beside her.
She was seated, leaning forward. Between her crop top and jeans her hips were bare, the smooth line of her back on full display. And right where her skinny jeans began, something familiar snared his gaze.
It was her G-string thong.
The ultra-short low-rise skinny jeans barely covered her hips at all; the moment she bent forward, the panties came into view. They were white, matching her bra — and all that showed was the T-shaped straps and the tiny metal ring linking them at the center.
The instant Han Pan registered the G-string, a low groan rose in his throat. That she was wearing something that thin was one thing. That she had put it on to come meet him was something else entirely — and it hit him hard.
In truth, a G-string was nothing unusual for Hye-su. She often slipped into racy lingerie whenever she wanted to feel a little filthy, and today was no exception. The thought of seeing Han Pan had made her want to show off her body properly, so she had dressed to bare every curve she had. Watching his eyes go wide exactly the way she had intended filled her with a quiet, private delight. The idea that he had seen her shameless little thong sent a dizzy rush racing through her whole body.
Han Pan cleared his throat and sat down beside her as if he had noticed nothing.
When he stayed silent for a while, she leaned in and whispered against his ear.
"Why so tense? Did you see something?"
She smiled.
Han Pan managed an awkward smile of his own and forced a laugh. She leaned in again.
"Mom likes sexy underwear… especially when she's with a sexy man…"
He cleared his throat once more and looked at her.
"Does Mom's son look sexy?"
Hye-su nodded.
"I don't want to think that way, but… I do. Is it okay if I think that? It's not weird, right?"
Sensing the undercurrent in her words, Han Pan decided he could afford to be bold. This woman was clearly interested in him — he was sure of it now.
Instead of answering, he settled back against the chair, reached down with his left hand, and began stroking her thigh.
Hye-su remembered the way those same fingers had touched her yesterday. Unlike the frozen awkwardness of the day before, she felt good today — good enough that she wanted to be filthy for him. With her feelings sorted out, nothing held her back. She leaned into the cushion the same way he had and parted her legs, giving him freer access to her thigh.
It was after lunch, and the café was crowded, but the table was large enough that no one could see what was happening underneath. The two of them sat in silence, staring ahead as if nothing were going on, quietly sipping their coffee. Beneath the table, though, his hand moved busily, savoring the feel of her thigh, and Hye-su savored every stroke.
Still enjoying his touch, she spoke.
"How much time do we have before the movie?"
Han Pan checked his watch. They had plenty.
"Well, we still have to head back toward Gangnam, but we've got time."
"There's a dessert café I like near there. Want to wait it out over there?"
He nodded and stood. She rose after him. They headed down to the first floor, poured the rest of their coffee into takeout cups, and stepped outside.
The weather was sweltering, but both of them were riding high. As they walked toward the parked car, Han Pan took her hand. The simple contact sent a long-forgotten date-night flutter through Hye-su — as if she had slipped back into being a woman in her twenties falling in love for the first time.
At the parking entrance she settled the fee and led the way to the car. Without hesitation she offered him the wheel; he nodded and switched seats, settling into the driver's side.
The car pulled out. She pushed her sunglasses back up onto her head, and that sharp, intelligent gaze came into view. Han Pan found her thoroughly captivating.
As he drove, Hye-su looked him over. Those thick forearms. She stroked one, and he glanced at her.
"Our son's arms are really thick… thicker than my thighs, I bet…"
Han Pan smiled.
"Come on, Mom, that's a stretch. Not quite that thick."
She reached out as she spoke and laid her hand on his chest. He undid a couple of shirt buttons so she could feel him better. Hye-su slid her hand deeper inside, cupping the whole of his pec through the open fabric. He flexed hard, bunching the muscle under her palm. She laughed, clearly loving it.
It had been a long time since she had felt anything this raw and masculine. The fresh, vital energy of a man sixteen years younger than her lifted her spirits in a way she could barely believe. That she — of all people, who was supposed to be the rational one — was being ruled by pure hormone felt almost unreal.
She pinched his nipple between thumb and forefinger, then flicked the stiff peak. Han Pan let out a low sound.
"Ah… Mom, that spot's sensitive…"
Hye-su laughed.
"Our son's so funny. Yesterday you told me to spread my legs and stuck your hand right in — and now that it's your turn, you're all shy."
He just grinned in answer. She rolled his nipple between two fingers, watching his breath deepen, then pulled her hand free with a wicked little smile and rested it on his right thigh, stroking it with deliberate gentleness.
Han Pan felt his cock stir and gave no sign. The hard, solid feel of his thigh under her fingertips was pure pleasure for Hye-su. In silence, the two of them drove on toward the theater.
It was a Sunday afternoon, so they reached a cinema in Gangnam without much trouble. After parking in the underground garage, Hye-su put her sunglasses back on — a detail Han Pan found quietly amusing. He smirked at her.
"Looks like we're running a 007 op."
She smiled and wagged a finger.
"I get a fair number of patients from around here. In this outfit no one would recognize me, but just in case someone does… the aunties talk a lot, and this circle is smaller than you'd think. We have to be careful."
"It's just a mom and her son hanging out. What's the problem?"
She stepped in close beside him.
"If the neighborhood aunties saw me walking around dressed like this, they'd call me trashy and never shut up about it. Just bear with me, okay? Heh."
Han Pan nodded.
"Got it… social standing, right?"
She beamed.
"Our son catches on fast. Exactly."
She pressed against him and kissed his cheek. His mood soared.
Looking every bit the affectionate pair, they walked into the ticket lobby. He pulled the tickets from the kiosk; Hye-su tugged his arm.
"Let's go."
"Yeah, okay."
She led him back out of the theater. Five minutes away they found the place — a café with a distinctly European feel, and unmistakably high-end. True to a Sunday afternoon, most of the seats were already taken by people chatting and lingering over their leisure. When Hye-su appeared, heads turned. She sat in an empty spot as if she were used to it — or as if she enjoyed the attention.
In the soft atmosphere of classical music they talked about the film they were about to see. The summer sun was fierce, but the romance of an afternoon on the outdoor terrace felt thoroughly cinematic. They spoke while touching each other with easy affection.
When the movie time drew near, they left. The whole way there Han Pan kept his hand on her waist — then slipped it into her back pocket. When he gave her ass a gentle squeeze, Hye-su shot him a look.
"Bad hand!"
But even as she said it, she made no move to pull him free. The springy firmness of her ass under his palm was pure satisfaction. She pressed closer, matching his stride, and every time other men glanced at her body his mood climbed higher.
A moment later Hye-su did the same, sliding her hand into his back pocket and kneading the muscle of his ass. The solid glute filled her palm.
"Our son's got great ass muscles… a man needs good thighs and a good ass… heh."
Han Pan laughed.
"Hearing Mom say that is kind of embarrassing…"
"Oh my, someone's being awfully shy today… totally different from yesterday. Heh."
They looked at each other and smiled.
Like any affectionate couple, they reached the theater, rode the elevator up to the screening room, and took the rearmost couple seats. With walls on either side, their privacy was well shielded from the people nearby.
The film he had chosen was a Korean thriller. The lights went down. As the movie began, Han Pan set to work in earnest, stroking her thigh up and down.