Black Pantyhose
"It's been so long since I've been here."
"How many months has it been?"
"More than three, I think."
"Really?"
Yena gathered up my shoes, which had been left scattered alongside the heels she'd already slipped off.
I'd noticed it in the car too — a mature fragrance, different from Yerim's, teasing at my nose. Whether it was simply a different perfume she usually wore, or something about what was about to happen, I couldn't say.
"Haa…."
"Don't just lie down right after eating. Your stomach's already not great."
"I know. I only lay down because I'm exhausted."
She stretched an arm toward me as if asking to be pulled up, and I took it and helped her to her feet.
"You can hang your clothes over there."
"Okay."
After she took off her coat and stepped into the bathroom, I changed clothes. When Yena came back out, she rummaged through the fridge as she spoke.
"Oppa, have you been cooking lately?"
"Hm? Why?"
"It looks like there's more ingredients in the fridge."
"Yeah, there are more."
"…Did some other woman come over?"
"Yeah. Mom… and my niece."
"Ah~ I see. I was getting suspicious for a second."
"You know perfectly well there aren't any other women around me."
"True."
The only women in my life were Mom, my older sister, Yena, and Yerim. There were female employees at work, of course, but I'd never once contacted any of them outside of business. So we'd never fought over cheating.
"I'm so full I don't want to do anything."
"Tell me about it…."
Yena sprawled across the bed again. Her pink blouse shifted, baring a glimpse of bare skin. This time I was too tired to stop her.
"Oppa."
"…Yeah."
I took the leg she stretched toward me and began to knead it. Touching those slender yet firm legs stirred something strange in me. Because of Yena, I'd developed a few fetishes I never used to have. One of them was a black stockings fetish. When stockings around fifty denier went sheer, that subtle translucence seized my eyes completely. Even now, as I massaged her legs, I was freely indulging that desire.
"Oppa. Aren't you touching them a little too much?"
"How am I supposed to help it when they feel this good."
"Honestly… you…."
The way my hands stroked along her shins grew steadily more suggestive, faster. Yena's toes wriggled, coaxing me to tend to them too. My hands drifted to her toes of their own accord, caressing them as gently as if I were holding her hands.
"You don't have to take them off. I bought new stockings today."
"……You prepared them?"
"I figured you wouldn't keep any of these around."
"No reason to use them…."
The moment our eyes met, I spread her legs. Her skirt rode up past her waist, and pink panties showed through the stockings. A clear line ran down the center of the panty hose — as if declaring, this is the entrance — and the thick flesh on either side of that line had been pressed into soft ridges.
"You color-matched."
"Mm. I matched everything."
When I undid the buttons of her blouse, a pink bra that matched the panties she'd mentioned flaunted its presence. The trap, of course, was that the bra stood out more than the breasts themselves.
"You just thought something you shouldn't say out loud."
"Ah, no…? Not at all?"
"It's written all over your face, you know."
Yena pouted. Honestly speaking, her size was about average for a Korean woman — nothing you'd proudly announce by cup size. Not that it mattered to me; I barely looked at breasts anyway, preferring hips. If someone judged people by breast size, odds were they didn't actually like the person.
"I didn't start seeing you because of your chest, Yena."
"You talk a good game…."
When I reached to set a hand on her chest, she twisted away, dodging my touch.
"I hate looking small…."
"Alright…."
"Stop staring at my chest."
"I wasn't looking…."
But she was so cute — what was I supposed to do? Most of a man's lust is visual. Putting on a bra this pretty was basically asking to be looked at.
"Mmph…."
I'd gotten plenty of cheek kisses, but a real kiss after so long was something else. As if she'd been holding it in all this time, Yena pulled me close and kissed me roughly, feeding me a thick rush of saliva as her tongue wound around mine.
"Mmph… haa…."
"Oppa, your tongue's completely stiff."
"It's been a while… Then why are you so flexible?"
"I imagined it… every day. Kissing you, Oppa."
"……."
Yena kept talking as she stripped my clothes off.
"When did you even change?"
"Earlier, while you were in the bathroom."
"You're always so fast when it comes to this kind of thing."
"What's that supposed to mean…."
"You don't need to know──mmph…."
With a tongue that had loosened a little, she kissed me deeply again. The breath and the soft, yielding sensation tickled through my head and hauled my desire up with them.
"Nngh…!"
When I brought my hand down, the heat spilling from her already-soaked pussy met my fingers. I kept rubbing over the stockings, tormenting her.
"Haa… haa…."
"At least I still remember where your pussy is."
"Don't only remember things like that… Clothes!"
I caressed her collarbone while focusing my assault on her clit. The vivid pink panties darkened to purple as they soaked through.
"Hickeys… I hate them…."
"You hate them even when I'm the one giving them?"
"That's not it — it's just embarrassing…."
"And having your pussy touched?"
"Ugh…."
When I showed her the sticky strings of love juice stretching between my fingers, her face went scarlet and she wiped them off on the blanket.
"Don't wipe them."
"……Nnh."
The wet stockings kept being rubbed until they tore open on their own, and I touched the panties underneath. Centered on her Y-zone, the thin cotton panties with lace trim darkened further as Yena's ragged breathing grew louder.
Rip. Tear.
I tore the stockings wider to either side, making her sex easier to reach. Then I shoved the panties aside to the right, and her vivid pink pussy came into view.
"Nnh, haah… ah…!"
I rubbed her clit with my thumb while working two fingers inside her. Yena's hips jerked; she grabbed onto me hard.
"Why are you this wet?"
"I don't knooow…."
I added another finger and pistoned in and out the way I would with my cock. The wet squelching and Yena's sweet, melting moans were a pleasure to the ears. I showed her the love juice, even thicker and more stringy than before.
"Here."
"I told you not tooo… mmph…!"
I pushed the fingers filthy with her juices into Yena's mouth. When I worked them the way I'd worked her pussy, she soon gave in and started sucking even those, sucking with a dazed breath as carefully as if she were sucking my cock.
"Oppa…."
For a cock that looked ready to burst through fabric, I stripped off both pants and underwear.
"This…."
"You had one on you?"
"I always carry them. For you, Oppa."
"……."
No matter how many times I saw it, the sight of her rolling a condom on with her mouth was something else. The green condom settled neatly into place. Against a cock already sticky as if I'd come once, I set the head against her dripping pussy and rubbed it up and down — almost in, almost not.
"Nn, hnn…."
"You okay?"
"Mm… I'm okayyy…."
I pushed in deep. Maybe because it had been so long, a little blood mixed into the wetness. But the craftsmanship never changed — that grip around my cock was still there.
"Does it feel good…?"
"Yeah. You're so tight…."
I started moving my hips slowly, finding the rhythm and driving deeper. The wet sounds and the slap of skin layered together into something thoroughly filthy. Instead of her breasts, the bra bounced, showing just how worked up she'd gotten.
"Haa… Oppa's… feels so good…."
"My what…?"
"Your cock… Oppa's cock feels so gooood…!"
I pulled the bra down out of the way, and the nipples that had been hidden swayed into view, greeting me shyly. I gathered what little chest she had and tormented both nipples with my tongue. Small breasts had their own charm. If big ones were about surrendering to overwhelming force, cute ones were about tormenting something adorable however I pleased. Either way, it was hot.
"Nnh… I hate my ches──haaang!"
Yena pulled me into her arms as her pussy shuddered hard.
"Hah…."
I stripped off her skirt and rolled her onto her stomach.
"……You planned this from the start, didn't you?"
"Planned whaat…?"
The moment I tore the ruined stockings further to shove the panties aside, I found she'd worn a thong — made to be pushed aside with zero effort. Which meant that from the morning I'd dropped her off all the way to this moment, she'd been wearing a thong the entire day.
"Yena, you're a total freak."
"I am not…?"
I shoved the thong aside so both holes showed as clearly as possible. They clenched and fluttered in a shy little greeting. The one that was her pussy was already waiting, begging to be filled.
"Haah…!"
No time for teasing — I drove my cock all the way in. Whether her chest had migrated to her ass or not, her hips held their own against any thicker figure; I slapped that ass and slammed into her with every scrap of lust I'd been holding back.
"Nnh, haah, haang, hick…!"
"Clench your pussy more…!"
"Hieeet…!"
"Ugh…!"
I gripped her waist and hauled her back onto me, burying myself as deep as I could. That ass I wanted to squeeze hard was pressed flat, and the cum pouring out strained against the condom, desperate to get free.
"Haa… haa…."
After so long, the flood of sperm swirled inside the condom and died there. Her pussy clenched so tight it wouldn't release the condom; only my cock slipped free. I scattered the last drops beading on the tip across her ass.
"Hieuk…."
When I pinched the condom and pulled it out, Yena's waist twitched.
"Oppa…."
"Yeah?"
"Can you… go one more time…?"
"I'll try…."
And so I had to pay the price for starving my girlfriend for three whole months.
"Hello."
"Oh, you're here?"
The weekend I'd promised Yerim. Something urgent had come up at home that morning, so I'd called her over to my place first. Of all times for a server problem to crop up.
"It'll be done soon… right?"
"Yeah. I'll finish everything this morning."
"Okay. I'll wait."
"Sorry. I'll buy you something expensive."
"That goes without saying. Just drop the angry face. It makes you look mean."
"Yeah…."
I was the type whose face went hard when I concentrated, turning a little fierce. I worked the muscles loose until I looked normal again.
"What is it? Uncle, you're so weird."
"What?"
"Nothing. Just do your work."
Without a spare second to focus on Yerim, I typed hard, tested, reported. The only sounds in the room were fingers dragging across a trackpad and the clatter of keys.
"Uncle. Want some water?"
"Hm? I'd really appreciate that."
Once I locked in, I forgot even thirst — she must have been worried.
"Here."
"Yeah. Thanks a lot."
Right in the middle of deep concentration, Yerim brought me water.
"But Uncle…."
"Yeah?"
"What's this?"
"What's wha—"
What Yerim was holding was the trash can for used tissues. Through the gap, several condoms heavy with cum were clearly visible.
"Ah… that…."
Yerim's face went even darker than mine.