The Divorcée Next Door's Desire
Friday brought rain, though not enough to justify an umbrella. I pulled a convenience-store plastic bag over my head and punched in the door code. Only my own shoes sat in the rack. I was shaking the wet from my sleeves when the bell rang—once, short. A neighbor's knock.
Next door was Moon Min-jeong. Thirty-eight. She had moved in last year after the divorce. When we passed in the hall she dipped her head lightly, and whenever she asked me to take a delivery for her she always kept her voice low. She spoke slowly, in long sentences. When she smiled there was no sound—only her eyes folding. Tonight she stood with a sleep robe drawn closed around her, barefoot, rain still beaded across the tops of her feet, an empty paper cup in her hand.
"Gun-woo. Could I borrow a little salt? I was making soup and ran out. If you could just put some in the cup, that would be enough."
"Come in. There are slippers. The salt's above the sink."
Min-jeong slipped her wet feet into the slippers and drew the robe's collar closed once more. Her hands were slow about it. I scooped salt into the cup. She took it and still didn't turn to leave. She stood beside the sink and wiped the rain from the nape of her neck with the back of her hand. She said nothing. She set the cup down and glanced once at a chair at my table.
"May I sit? I meant to take the salt and go, but my feet wouldn't move."
"Sit. Want some water?"
"I'm fine without water. I have something on my mind. I know it's strange to say it to the man next door. But tonight I just couldn't hold it in."
She sat. The hem of the robe overlapped across her knees. Her hands turned the cup. She looked like someone who hadn't come for salt at all.
"It's been a long time since the divorce. I unpacked and moved in last year, but the stretch before that was even longer. I couldn't meet a man. I didn't even try. I was ashamed. And now it's been far too long since I've had sex. Haah. All I hear through the wall is the sound of someone living. The soup tonight was an excuse. What I came to say is this."
She didn't lower her eyes. Only her ears went red. I capped the salt again. The cup stayed where it was, in front of her.
"When it's been that long, the body knows first. Better than enduring it alone. If you want, I'll help you. Tonight. In this apartment."
"That's why I came this far. In the hallway, you were the only person I could see who might help. If you don't want to, I'll just take the salt and go."
"Don't take it. I'll help you."
Min-jeong's hands left the cup. On her knees she closed them into fists, then opened them again. One long breath left her. Haah. There was no smile. Only her eyes went wet.
"I want it. Aah. Even if I'm clumsy, don't laugh. It's been so long my body might not remember. Kiss me first. My lips come first."
I pulled my chair in until our knees touched. Min-jeong tilted her head first. Before our lips met, our breath mixed. There was no lip balm. She was cold. Her tongue licked my lower lip and came in. Slowly. Our teeth clicked, just barely. Min-jeong caught my collar.
"Haah. You're warm. Mmh. More. Put your tongue in. Aahn. I like it when our breath mixes."
"Mm, your lips are soft. Min-jeong, your breath's already wet. Come closer."
The kiss lengthened. Min-jeong shifted onto my lap. Under the robe she was bare skin. Her thighs pressed to my legs. A damp warmth came through my trousers. I circled her waist and undid the collar. There was no underwear. Her breasts were large and heavy. The nipples were wide and dark, and already standing. Her pubic hair had been shaved clean. The insides of her thighs shone, wet.
"Look. Haah. We only kissed, and I'm already like this. It's because it's been so long. Aah. Don't squeeze too hard. Lift them. The nipples with your lips. Teeth later. Aahn. The sounds will be long. Don't stop them."
"Hnn, they're heavy. Your nipple's sticking to my tongue. Hah. Your breath is wet already. Push them out more."
When I wrapped a nipple with my tongue and sucked, Min-jeong threw her head back. The moans didn't break. Haah, aahn, mmh, good, there. I sucked one and rolled the other with my fingers. Min-jeong's knees clamped my thighs.
"Haaah. Suck the left one longer. Ahk. It's aching under my belly. You're already hard in those pants, aren't you. Mmh. Let me touch it. I want to check with my hand. Haah."
"Touch it. Mm, your hand's warm. I'll get the zipper. Hah. You'll feel it pulse in your palm."
When I lowered my trousers, Min-jeong wrapped the shaft. She stroked it slowly. Her thumb rubbed the head, and she wet the slit with spit and circled it. Her hand trembled. A hand that hadn't touched one in a long time.
"It's big. Haah. It's hot. Ever since I sat in that chair I've been thinking how this thickness is going to open me. Aah. I'll wet it with my mouth first. Down to the throat, slowly. Mmph. Even if I'm clumsy, don't pull out."
She knelt and set the head to her lips. Her tongue went around once, then she opened and took half of it. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Spit drew a string. The moan rang inside her mouth. Mmph, haah, aah.
"Mmph. The smell is strong. Haah. I'll press it under my tongue. Gun-woo, breathe out loud. If I hear it, I get wetter. Aahn. My hand will take care of the root."
"Mm, your mouth is hot. Hah. Tighten with your cheeks. Min-jeong, don't wipe the spit. Press the head with your tongue. That's good."
Min-jeong bobbed her head at a steady pace. Her hand gripped the root and stroked on a different rhythm from her mouth. Her eyes were wet. I caught her hair. She pressed my hand, telling me to grip harder.
"Haah. If you're about to come, tell me. I'll swallow. You can get it on my face too. Tonight I'll take both. Mmph, aah. It's been so long my throat is shallow."
"I'm coming. Nnh, in your mouth. Min-jeong, hold it. Hah."
I came in her mouth. Min-jeong swallowed, then licked what remained and spread it over her lips. She didn't wipe it. She looked at me.
"Haah, it was salty. I swallowed. My lips are shining. Now touch me. The bed. Your sheets. Haah. I'll spread my legs. Loud enough to hear. It's been so long—fingers first."
I took her to the bed. Min-jeong lay on her back and opened her legs. Her lips were wet and parted. Her clit was swollen. When I pushed the flesh up, her hips lifted.
"Ahk. You can pinch it directly. I like it when it pinches. Haah, haah. Two fingers. Press the front wall. Don't scratch—pressure. Aahn. Slow is fine. I'll go long. Mmh."
"Hah, the inside is biting my fingers. Hot. Mm, I can hear how wet you are. Min-jeong, lift your hips more."
I pressed the front wall with two fingers and rolled above it with my thumb. Min-jeong's moans lengthened. Haah, aahn, there, just like that, mmh. Her thighs shook, and her belly rolled in waves.
"I'm going. Haaah. With your fingers first. Don't pull them out. Aahn, nnhh. And then put it in. All the way to the root. I took the pill. You can come inside. Haah. Fill a place that's been empty so long."
Her inside clenched as if wringing me. While she was still shuddering through the aftershocks, I set the head to her entrance. Min-jeong grabbed my waist and pulled. When half went in her breath split, and when she took the rest she threw her head back.
"Haaahn. It's big. It reaches the end of my belly. Ahk. Move. Slow and deep. Lift the angle. Haah, haah. Say it. Say the woman next door is spread open on your bed. Mmh."
"Nnh, all the way to the root. Squeeze. Hah. Min-jeong, you're getting fucked on my sheets. I can hear how wet you are. I'm scraping your front wall. Haah."
I pulled out deep and drove back in. Her breasts shook. I bit a nipple and kept my hips flush to hers. Min-jeong's heels dragged at my ass.
"Aahn, that angle. Haaah. Say my name. Min-jeong. While I'm coming. Filthy. Nnhh. Come inside me. Deep. I want to feel it coming out. Haah, haah."
"Min-jeong. Hah. Your inside is biting down in the shape of me. I'm coming. I'm coming inside. Mm, you're squeezing so hard I can't pull out."
I buried it to the hilt and came. Min-jeong pulled my back into her arms. The moan split long. Haaah, aahn, it's hot, I feel it pulse. When I pulled out, semen ran down her thigh and soaked into the sheet.
"Haah, haah. It came out. It's leaking. Before you wipe it, show me. Spread me with your fingers. Aah. I'm not ashamed. I want to see it sitting in a place that was empty so long."
I spread the entrance with my thumb. White pushed out. Min-jeong didn't look away. She caught my finger and put it in her own mouth.
"Mmph. Salty. Haah. Now I'll get on top. Look at my face. I won't close my eyes. Aahn. It's been so long—I'll set the depth myself."
She climbed on and sat down in one motion. To the root. She rolled her hips forward and back. Her breasts swayed in front of my face. I sucked a nipple.
"Haaahn. I like this depth. Ahk. I'll set the speed. Mmh. Harder on the nipple. Haah, haah. My belly's sticking to you. It's coming out around the semen. Aahn."
"Hah, sitting on it makes you tighter. Min-jeong, roll your hips more. Nnh. Your breasts are heavy in my mouth. That's good."
The second climax was hers first. She drove her hips down and shook. I couldn't hold it either, and came while she was still mounted on me.
"I'm going again. Haaah. Together. Aahn. Leave it inside. Nnhh. My name. Min-jeong. I can feel you squeezing."
"Min-jeong. I'm coming. Mm, take it. Hah. Your belly's stuck to mine."
She didn't climb off; she only rolled through the aftershocks. When I slipped out, her thighs were wet and white. Min-jeong turned and sat, lowering herself onto my mouth.
"Lick me. Just the top. Haah. It's mixed with yours. Ahk. I'm not embarrassed. Your tongue is hot. Steady. Mmh, haah, aahn."
"Mmph. Salty. Min-jeong, lower your hips. I won't take my tongue off."
Min-jeong pressed and lifted and came. Her wetness ran all the way to my chin. Then, halfway to opening the door, she latched it again. She sat me on the edge of the bed and knelt.
"Just once more before I go. Haah. I was empty so long, once isn't enough for my body to remember. Aah. I want to lick it while it's soft."
Her tongue dug into the groove of the head and circled. When it was half hard she opened her mouth and swallowed half of it. Her cheeks tightened, and a long breath leaked through her nose.
"Mmph, it's getting hot again. Haah, haah. Only to the entrance of my throat. I'll stroke the root with my hand. Ahk. You can hold my head."
"Hah. What was soft is getting hard in your mouth. Nnh. Min-jeong, press harder with your tongue. I'm coming. In your mouth."
"Mmph. Come. Haah. I can feel it in my throat. It was salty. Aah. I swallowed all of it. Now from behind. I'll put my hands on the end of the bed."
She set both hands on the foot of the bed and lowered her waist. The semen that had leaked out gleamed. When I split that place with the head, it went to the root in one stroke.
"Haaahn. It's deep. My belly's being pushed into the sheet. Ahk. I'm already open. Hard. Grab my hair. Mmh, haah, aahn. Angle it up."
"Hah. It goes in all at once. Nnh. Your ass is stuck to the front of my belly. Semen comes out every time I thrust. You're squeezing. Min-jeong, the woman who was talking is taking it like this now."
"Aahn, that angle. Haaah. My clit is rubbing the sheet. I like it. Say it. Say the woman who was empty so long after the divorce is taking it on your bed. If I hear that, I squeeze harder. Nnhh, haah."
"The mouth that was confessing at the table is moaning now. Hah. Your inside is biting down in the shape of me. Squeeze. I'm coming inside again. Min-jeong."
"Haaah. Come. Aahn. Deep. I'm taking it. Mmh, haah, haah. I'm going. Don't pull out."
"Min-jeong. I'm coming. Mm, inside. Take it."
The third load went in. Min-jeong clutched the sheet and rode through her climax. She laid me down and sat facing my face again.
"Ahk, your tongue is hot. Haah, haah. Just the top. Get spit on it. I like it. Mmh. I can taste yours too. Press harder. Aahn. I'm going. Haaah."
"Mmph. Salty. Min-jeong, lower your hips more. I won't take my tongue off."
Her wetness ran to my chin. Min-jeong started to put the robe on, then stopped and dragged me to the entryway. She put her back to the door and lifted one leg. Our lips met first.
"If I lie down at home, I think it still won't be enough. Haah. Once more, here. Kiss me and put it in. Aah."
"Mouth first, again. Min-jeong, lift your leg. Mm, you're wet."
It went to the root in one stroke. The door thudded against the wall.
"Haaahn. It's deep. Ahk. My belly's being pushed. Move. Hard. Mmh, haah, haah. Pinch my nipple. Aahn. What I said—I'm taking it with my body now."
"Hah. You're squeezing with your back to the door. Nnh. The worry I heard at the table, I'm undoing it inside you now. I'm coming. Inside."
"Haaah. Come. I'm going. Aahn. Min-jeong. Deep. Nnhh. I'm taking it. Haah, haah. I can feel it pulse."
I pressed in to the end and came. Min-jeong scratched at the door and went over her climax. When I pulled out, semen dropped onto the entryway floor. Min-jeong didn't wipe it.
"Haah. Now I'm really going. Leave the mark on the floor. Leave the salt as it is. There was no soup. Aah. I'll leave the robe tie on the bed. Next time I'll knock three times. Before that, I'll listen to what you say first. Thank you for helping me."
"I won't wipe it. Three knocks and I'll open. I won't wipe the taste off my mouth. Min-jeong, your breath is still wet."
"That's because of you. Haah. Sleep well. Sleep with my taste. Aah."
The door next door closed. What remained were the white mark on the entryway floor, the robe tie at the foot of the bed, and the salt by the sink. The words had started at the table, and mouths had met after that. I ran my tongue once over the salt and turned out the light. The next knock would come three times.