Thrilling Sex After Lunch
Han Pan talked with her about this and that, the conversation drifting easily between them.
In the middle of it, he suddenly felt something brush against his ankle. Glancing down, he found the tip of her black high heel resting there. He looked up at her in surprise. Chin propped in her hand, she smiled and winked at him.
At the same time, he felt her foot begin a slow climb up his calf. Surrounded by so many people, her boldness genuinely startled him. Fortunately the tablecloth hung low enough that no one could see what was happening underneath — which made her daring a little more understandable. He managed an awkward smile.
Her face was already flushed. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cast a quick look around. Satisfied that no one was paying them any attention, she eased her chair back, put a little distance between them, then lifted her leg and set her high-heeled foot squarely on his knee.
Her behavior left him flustered — and more than a little amused. He leaned back and casually spread his legs. Taking that as her cue, Mi-jo slid her heeled foot into the space between his thighs and stretched out, pressing firmly against his cock.
He felt himself begin to harden under the deliberate pressure. Catching her ankle, he dragged her foot harder against himself; she answered by digging the pointed heel in deeper. The stimulation was intense. That impossibly high heel on her slender ankle delivered a shock of sensation that went straight through him.
And so, right there in the middle of the restaurant, they enjoyed their secret little game without anyone the wiser.
Then Mi-jo spotted a waiter approaching. She yanked her foot free and shifted her posture in an instant. Seeing her scramble, Han Pan understood at once and composed himself. The waiter set their dishes down one by one. Food appeared before them.
Mi-jo smiled.
"Shall we eat first?"
"Sounds good… We can have something else later, right?"
She rolled her eyes, pretending to think it over.
"Hmm… I'll decide based on how I feel."
A sly smile curved her lips as she said it.
They settled into a quiet meal. A light, simmering tension hung between them, and Han Pan found himself thoroughly enjoying it. Before long they finished. The plates were cleared, and over a light dessert of coffee Mi-jo gazed out the window.
"Shall we go?"
"Sure."
He nodded and rose from his seat. She stood with him. After settling the bill at the counter, the valet brought the car around. She slid behind the wheel and drove off without a word.
Han Pan sat calmly, already certain of what was coming. Mi-jo wound the car through one turn after another, the streets growing quieter, emptier. Eventually they slipped into a deserted alley — a place almost completely free of people, utterly still. She parked in front of a shuttered storefront, opened the door without a word, and disappeared inside.
He climbed out and followed her in at once. It was an old commercial building, empty spaces scattered throughout. She climbed the stairs toward the second floor, then stopped on the landing between floors, where the staircase turned. She spun to face him.
In the next instant she surged forward as if something inside her had detonated, threw her arms around him, and crushed her mouth to his. Her lips parted and her tongue plunged straight into his mouth. He took it willingly. Their tongues tangled hard, twisting and sliding, trading spit in a hungry dance. Her arms locked around him, hauling him tighter against her body. His hands dropped to her ass and squeezed hard. A soft moan slipped past her lips.
After kneading her for a moment, his hands climbed to her chest. The thin turtleneck let him feel the lace of her bra right through the fabric. He massaged her breasts briefly, then slid his hands under the sweater and straight into her bra. Soft flesh filled his palms; her stiff nipples pressed into the centers of his hands. He gripped both breasts firmly, and another moan escaped her.
Doing this somewhere anyone could appear at any second sent a rush of raw excitement through him. At the same time, the practical need to finish quickly clicked into place. He spun her around. She went with the motion, turning to face the wall, bracing both hands against it and pushing her ass back toward him as she spread her legs.
He bent, caught the hem of her long skirt, and shoved it up to her waist in one motion. A tiny black string thong appeared before his eyes. He paused just long enough to take it in. What a body. That impossibly thin strip of black fabric stretched across her narrow waist was pure eroticism.
He leaned in and hooked the thong aside. The fabric stretched with her open stance, baring her pink, neatly shaved pussy. She was already soaked with anticipation. He lowered his head and began licking her.
Mi-jo let out the softest of moans, her body answering the pleasure. He drove his tongue deep, working her open, ravaging her with his mouth. Her sounds grew sharper, though she was clearly fighting to keep them down. Watching her struggle to stay quiet only made him harder.
He brought a finger up to work her clit while thrusting his tongue in and out of her. He felt her body start to tremble. He added a second finger. Her hips jerked and shuddered — orgasm was clearly taking hold of her.
Seeing that, he stood, unzipped his pants, and freed his fully hard cock. She twisted her head to look back at it, eyes glazed with lust. Without waiting, he pushed straight into her. Her back arched hard. She barely managed to stifle the cry with one hand as she adjusted to the thick length sliding in and out of her.
They started fucking in earnest — breathing hard, mixing the smallest possible moans into their gasps, feeding on the thrill that someone might walk up at any moment. Her pussy gripped him tight; he drove in and out through the slick wetness coating that firm heat. The fierce rhythm brought him right to the edge.
"Ah… noona… I'm gonna cum…"
"Haa… haa… cum… inside… cum…"
"Got… it… nngh…"
He clenched his jaw against the cresting pleasure and started pumping his load into her. Thick spurts of cum slammed against her womb. Mi-jo barely held herself upright, head bowed, body shuddering through the intensity.
It had been a short, ferocious fuck. They came together. Spent, he eased back. His cock slipped free of her, a string of white still connecting them as more cum dripped from her pussy and spattered to the floor. A dizzy rush hit him.
She caught her breath, turned, and leaned her back against the wall. He cupped her face and kissed her again, their tongues sliding into each other's mouths once more. Truly — short, and devastatingly intense.
A moment later the afterglow faded, and they glanced around like a pair of people who'd just gotten away with something. Both of them were a mess, damp with sweat. He pulled his pants up from around his ankles; she tugged her skirt back down from her waist. Cum was already running down her thighs, but she wore a cool, unbothered expression as she headed for the first floor.
He followed her out and climbed into the car after her. As she pulled away from the curb, Mi-jo spoke.
"That was thrilling."
"No kidding. Hahaha."
"I'm hitting the shower the second I get home… God, I can't believe I just… did that on impulse. In someone else's building, no less…"
"You're pretty bold, noona. What were you going to do if someone walked in?"
She rolled her eyes and grinned.
"Deal with it when it happens. Everything gets handled in the moment. Hohoho."
Laughing brightly, she drove on.