The Man Who Followed - 1
She sat on the bus stop bench for what felt like several minutes.
Mihee thought to herself, Today was so good!
Deep down, she felt proud of what she'd managed to pull off today, and it left her in high spirits. To think that shy little her had actually done something like that...
By the time several other buses had come and gone, the bus heading toward her neighborhood finally pulled up.
When she stepped aboard and saw that the seats were nearly empty, a small thrill ran through her. She made her way to her usual corner seat and sat down.
The cool breeze from the air conditioning felt wonderful, and everything that had happened today began to feel like a dream.
To think I actually masturbated in the middle of the street...
Until now, she'd been satisfied with nothing more than wearing short skirts and letting men catch glimpses of her panties. But today she'd used a toy, moaned out loud, and even climaxed right in front of a man.
Replaying the day's events in her mind, she felt pleased with herself — she'd created material she could masturbate to for ages to come.
"Haaaham~!"
After such an eventful day, Mihee was exhausted. She yawned several times in a row and, before she knew it, her eyes fluttered shut and she drifted off to sleep.
She didn't know how long she'd been out when the faint stir of someone sitting down beside her jolted her awake. Her eyes stayed closed, but every nerve in her body was focused on the person who had just taken the seat next to her.
With this many empty seats, for someone to deliberately sit beside her sent Mihee's mind spiraling into dirty territory.
Is the person next to me a man? Is he looking at my body right now?
She was off fantasizing about things that hadn't even happened yet.
Maybe he's looking at me, getting hard while picturing something dirty?
Just then, an unfamiliar sensation touched her thigh, and she froze — her thoughts stopped, even her breathing.
Hah!
It was a hand. The person beside her had placed a hand on her thigh.
She was startled, but that did nothing to slow the dirty fantasies running through her head.
Being molested was one of Mihee's favorite sexual fantasies. She often watched porn featuring women being groped on buses and subways, and she'd even taken public transit more often than necessary, secretly hoping it would happen to her.
But so far, beyond the few times someone had brushed the back of a hand against her butt pretending it was an accident, no one had ever touched her thigh this openly. The excitement was overwhelming. Please, keep touching me, she thought, and kept pretending to sleep.
The hand stroked up and down her thigh a few times, and when she showed no reaction, it seemed to grow bolder — the fingers began pressing in, kneading the flesh of her thigh.
What had started as gentle caressing soon became a firm, insistent kneading, squeeze after squeeze.
Anyone being handled this roughly would have woken up, but this man seemed to have no fear at all, openly working her thigh like it was a lump of dough. Her thigh was being crushed and molded this way and that. If she were a normal woman instead of a pervert, she would have sat up and screamed on the spot.
Being touched by someone else's hand — not her own — felt far better than she'd imagined.
Her thighs had never really been an erogenous zone as far as she knew; she never bothered touching them when she masturbated. But perhaps because she had such a sensitive, perverted body, every time his hand grazed her inner thigh, pleasure made her shudder. Her pussy was already starting to get wet, and she felt like she might not be able to hold back her moans much longer.
Mmnh..!
Part of her wanted to beg him to touch her everywhere, not just her thighs, but the man only kept teasingly kneading her thigh, refusing to move anywhere else.
With her head completely consumed by dirty thoughts, Mihee's desire to climax grew and grew. She knew her thighs alone wouldn't get her there, and she agonized over what to do — until finally, for the first time in her life, she made a bold decision. No one had ever touched her this daringly before, and if she let this chance slip away, who knew when she'd get to experience being groped like this again.
As she deliberated, a scene from a porn video came back to her. A woman being molested wakes up, but keeps pretending to sleep — and the moment the man realizes it, he stops holding back and starts doing all kinds of filthy things to her. Mihee decided to try it herself.
"Mmh..!"
She let out a small sound and, eyes still closed, turned her head the other way, toward the window.
Startled by the noise, the man's hand left her thigh for a moment — then, realizing her reaction was a kind of permission, he grew much bolder, and his hand began burrowing deeper.
Before she knew it, the hand that had been kneading her thigh near the knee had slipped up under her skirt.
"Nnh..!"
At the feeling of his hand brushing deep along her thigh, she let out a moan, quiet enough that only the person beside her could hear.
Within seconds, his fingers were right at her pussy! As he kneaded the deepest part of her thigh, his fingertips brushed against her soft folds again and again.
Come to think of it, Mihee wasn't wearing any panties today. Her pussy was completely unprotected as his fingers touched it.
"Ahhn... mm.."
Before she knew it, she couldn't stop moaning under the man's thick fingers rubbing around her pussy. There was no penetration, nothing more than light strokes around her lips — but it felt incomparably better than anything she did to herself.
It wasn't just the physical pleasure. The sheer fact that a stranger's hand was on her pussy in a public place sent a thrill of ecstasy through Mihee's mind as much as her body. Perhaps because her eyes were closed, every fiber of her being was concentrated on the pussy he was touching.
"Hahh... nnh... mmnh..."
When her soft moans wouldn't stop spilling out, the man apparently took it as encouragement. He abandoned all pretense of sneaking touches, pressed his body flush against hers, and began groping her with both hands.
One hand kept rubbing her pussy, while the other started kneading her breast hard, as if trying to make it burst.
Her soft breast was squished and squeezed into every shape, pressed so hard it felt like it might pop out of her clothes, and the pleasure of having her chest touched by a man for the first time made her moans impossible to contain. She raised the hand that had lain still during her pretend-sleeping and clamped it over her mouth, desperately trying to muffle herself.
"Mmph..! Mmph..!"
Her breasts were one of her most sensitive spots — merely feeling them bounce and her nipples graze her clothes as she walked was often enough to give her a little thrill.
"Nnh...! Hah... mmnh...! Nn! Haah..."
As his hands grew rougher and more relentless, Mihee didn't know what to do with herself — she just squirmed her feet against the floor, biting back her moans.
Then the man did something incredibly bold: he pushed her tank top up over her breasts.
—Jiggle.
Her huge tits spilled out into the open, the soft flesh swaying endlessly with his every movement and the rocking of the bus.
She hadn't known things could go this far in public. Mihee wanted to tell him it had to stop — but the only sounds coming out of her mouth were the moans of a bitch in heat.
"Mmnh... ngh... haah... hah..!"
After teasing her nipples relentlessly for a while, the man pulled his hand away and began sucking on them.
—Slurp, slurp.
For Mihee, whose self-pleasure had never gone beyond stimulating her breasts and nipples, the pleasure was unbearably, maddeningly intense. Within seconds her whole body was trembling as her orgasm crashed over her.
Beneath her seat, the juices she'd squirted out were dripping, drop by drop, onto the floor of the bus.
"Haah... haah... ngh... mmnh...!"
She was still catching her breath, savoring the aftershocks, but the man didn't stop. At some point his fingers had slipped inside her pussy, and they were now pistoning in and out, scraping along her walls. This was a pleasure no dildo had ever given her — and a second orgasm tore through her, this time wrenching a moan out of her that she couldn't hold back at all.
"Aaaahn...! Nn..!"
At the cry she couldn't swallow back, a few passengers turned to look — and the man quickly pulled her clothes down, straightened them, took her by the hand, and led her off the bus at the next stop.
She couldn't even bring herself to resist. She simply followed him off.
Walking on trembling legs, struggling to keep up with him, she got her first real look at his face. He looked to be in his late twenties. Actually pretty handsome. In her fantasies, the man had always been some fortysomething ahjussi — so young and good-looking in person caught her off guard, and pleased her.
The man said nothing, just kept walking with her hand in his, and she followed without a word.
Somehow, she had a feeling that today, with this man, she was finally going to lose her virginity.
It turned out they'd gotten off near an entertainment district, and after only a short walk they arrived in front of a building. Across its face, in letters as big as the front doors, was the word 'MOTEL'.
The timid girl who, until just recently, could only pleasure herself alone — she never could have imagined ending up at a motel this fast. And with a complete stranger, no less.
"Daesil, please."
That the first word she'd hear upon arriving at a motel with a man would be "daesil" — a day-use room — struck her as somehow funny, and thrilling.
Once the man received the room key card, he apparently couldn't hold back any longer — his grip on her hand tightened. Truthfully, having come this far, she was hurrying her steps too, no longer hesitating at all.
—Thud!
The moment they were inside the room, the man slammed the door shut, hastily kicked off his shoes, and said:
"Take off your mask."
His commanding tone drew an answer out of her before she even realized it.
"Yes..."
The mask came off at once, and she could see the man's eyes go wide at her face — prettier and younger than he'd expected — before a smile spread across it.
Before she could even slip the mask into her bag, he lunged at her and started kissing her.
—Chuup, chup, shloop, shuuup
As her lips were sucked and ravished, a wave of intense pleasure surged through her. Oh — she hadn't known her lips were an erogenous zone too. Just having them sucked was already making her pussy tingle.
She couldn't breathe, and when she pulled her head back for a moment, the strand of saliva connecting his mouth to hers looked so obscenely dirty it made her dizzy.
No time to think — the man wrapped one arm tight around her waist while his other hand began roughly kneading her breast.
"Fuck, these tits are so goddamn pretty."
"Aahn!"
The feeling of her breasts being crushed in someone else's hands felt even better than she'd imagined. She wanted to beg him to knead the other one too, but between the embarrassment and the moans that kept spilling out of her, she couldn't manage a single word.
"Ahhk! Ahh, nnh... ah...!"
After mauling her breasts like a madman, the man started kissing her again. His tongue slipped inside, licking and sucking every corner of her mouth — and from a kiss alone, she felt like she might lose her mind.
It was quite a lot different from the first kiss she'd always imagined — the mood, the circumstances, all of it — but it felt so much better than she'd ever expected.