3. First Day of Probation - 6: A Date with Dana
With our clothes back on, we got out of the car. Dana didn't put her cardigan back on. Although her tee hung down past her hips, the black leggings hugging the shape of her slender legs were more than enough to turn the heads of everyone walking past. Maybe that was why she fished a cap out of the bag in the trunk and pulled it on.
As I watched her in it, Dana tugged the cap down low and said,
"Sometimes—very, very rarely—someone recognizes me. Does the cap look weird?"
"Not at all. It's cute."
Ah. Right. She used to be an idol.
Smiling, Dana came over and took my arm, and we walked toward the entrance leading to the movie theater. It was Saturday afternoon, so the place was packed. Maybe because of the crowds, she pressed even closer against me, and I strolled along in a fine mood, savoring the weight of her breast against my arm and the occasional brush of her leggings against my leg.
We rode the escalator up to the box office level, which was, naturally, swarming with people. I stopped in front of the concession stand and said,
"I'll get the popcorn and drinks. You do want popcorn, right?"
"No, thank you. Instead of popcorn, I'll have butter-grilled squid and a grapefruit ade."
"Okay, got it."
"I'll go pick up the tickets."
Mwah.
Releasing my arm, Dana planted a light kiss on my cheek and headed for the self-service ticket machines. I got in the long line at the concession stand and waited.
"There sure are a lot of people."
At some point Dana came back with the tickets and slipped into the line beside me, looping her arm through mine. Standing there alone amid all those couples, and then having a gorgeous, slender woman come take my arm—I couldn't help feeling a little smug about it.
We chatted about the movie while we waited, and then it was our turn. I bought my orange ade along with her grapefruit ade and a butter-grilled squid, body and legs both. After loading the drinks and squid into a paper carrier, we headed for the auditorium printed on the tickets.
The movie Dana had booked was an action flick about detectives. When we found our seats, they turned out to be a couple's seat—a pod shaped like a giant sphere sliced vertically about a third of the way through, open at the front, built to seat two together. Once you were seated, the wall enclosing the seat blocked the view from either side.
In other words, it was the kind of seat where, once you sat down, whatever you did was invisible to the outside world.
By the time we settled in, about five minutes remained until showtime. Ads were playing on the screen. I took a sip of my ade, then pulled out my phone and tried activating the device inside Dana's pussy at its lowest setting.
Bzzz... bzzz... bzzz...
"Ah!"
In the quiet theater, the vibration carried louder than I'd expected. Startled, I shut it off at once. Dana leaned into me and whispered,
"You startled me."
I whispered back just as quietly.
"It's louder than I thought."
"Tsk~. Of course it is. Just eat your squid."
With my plan to run the toy through the whole movie ruined, a sudden mischievous streak seized me, and I said to Dana,
"Pull down your pants and panties."
"What? Now? Here?"
"We're in the very corner seat. Nobody's going to come all the way up here. Hurry."
The couple's seat we occupied sat at the topmost row of the theater, at the far right end. The entrance was on the left, so no one would have any reason to climb up to where we were. Dana must have known that too when she booked it.
"I don't have to take everything off, do I?"
Even as she asked, Dana pushed her leggings and panties down to mid-thigh in one motion. In the glow of the ad-filled screen, her lower body was laid out clearly before my eyes.
I took hold of the device buried in her pussy. When I pulled to draw it out, Dana tensed her thighs and clamped her legs together.
"If you pull it out now, your cum and my juices will come pouring out, Juhan."
"Ah~ hmm... Then how about trying a special butter-grilled squid? Body or legs—which do you like?"
"You really are a pervert after all, Juhan. Tsk. The body, please."
At her words, I set the little paper plate holding the squid's body in front of Dana's pussy. As if she'd anticipated exactly this, she spread her thighs and lifted her hips slightly to help the plate settle into place, her thighs coming to rest lightly on top of it, pinning it beneath her.
After all, Dana had said my cum was delicious. Once I'd adjusted the plate just so, I gave the device a firm tug and pulled it free. The instant it came out, a thick blend of my cum and Dana's juices welled from her hole and dripped down onto the plate waiting beneath her. I'd expected less, but her hole kept flexing open—Dana was clenching it on purpose—and an even thicker fluid oozed out and dropped onto the plate.
Dana pressed her lips right up against my ear and whispered,
"I really do love your cum, you know."
Then she picked up a piece of squid slathered in cum and juices and, slowly, right before my eyes, slid it into her mouth. She chewed with big, exaggerated motions, putting on a show for me. When she'd finished that piece, she picked up another—this time spreading her pussy open with her left hand and pushing it inside. She didn't slide it in deep, but the act itself had me throbbing. She twirled the squid lodged in her hole a few times, fished it out, and slowly chewed that one up too.
Then, this time without leaning in, she simply turned her head and said,
"This squid is delicious."
Loud enough for everyone around us to hear. A perfectly innocent remark—unless you knew, as I did, that the squid was coated in a mess of cum and pussy juice. To me, it was electrifying. If I hadn't pulled back that one step in the parking lot, I would have pounced on her right then and there.
Dun-da-da-DUN~ dun-dun-dun, dun-da-da-DUN~~~
At that moment the lights dimmed and the movie began. With the soundtrack blasting and the surroundings swallowed by darkness, I couldn't hold back any longer—I crashed my lips down onto Dana's. My left hand, still holding the device, wrapped around her shoulder while my right slipped under her tee and kneaded her breasts without restraint.
Fortunately, the film opened with a chase between the detectives and the criminals, the score loud and pounding, so there was little danger of the people nearby noticing anything.
Bang bang—bang! Boom! KRAKOOM!
Vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom!
Mmph... ah... mm~... chuu~... mmm~~... ahh~~
We kissed through the five-minute action sequence that opened the film. When the story shifted into a dialogue scene and the theater quieted, I barely managed to tear my mouth from hers, strangling my lust. The moment I pulled away, Dana whispered,
"Are you going to be okay? Should we get out of here?"
As she spoke, her right hand stroked the bulge straining at the front of my pants.
I hadn't cared about the movie in the first place, and we'd already missed the beginning, so I nodded without a moment's hesitation.
At my nod, Dana smiled, took the device from my left hand, and slid it back into her pussy. Then she tucked the paper plate of squid from beneath her into the carrier and quickly pulled her panties and leggings back up. I packed the other squid plate and our drinks into the carrier as well.
We left with our heads bowed, and the way the other moviegoers' eyes followed me made it feel like they somehow knew exactly what I'd done. But being on the receiving end of those stares wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Eat your hearts out, all of you.
Outside the auditorium, I moved to toss the drinks and squid into the trash can. Dana stepped up and picked up the paper plate with the squid's body—the piece drenched in cum and juices. She chose the chunk most heavily coated in cum, dragged it through the pooled fluid at the bottom of the plate, and put it in her mouth.
"It'd be a waste to throw away something this tasty."
Watching her savor it, chewing with obvious relish, I couldn't get a single word out. Eating my cum-covered squid with that much delight while a stream of people passed right behind us. I silently handed her a napkin and the grapefruit ade. Dana wiped her hands with the napkin, took a sip of the ade, and threw the rest away.
Passing the box office and stepping onto the escalator, I asked,
"So where to now?"
"One moment."
Dana checked her phone, then said,
"They say the packing's all finished. We can head home now."
"All right. Let's go home."
Off the escalator, we linked arms affectionately once more and walked toward the parking garage. Watching the men sneaking glances at Dana's legs, I thought,
I've had this incredible woman, and now I'm on my way to have her again. Eat your hearts out, you bastards.
When we reached the car and climbed in, I quietly switched on Dana's vibrator.
"Ah— that's dangerous while you're driving."
"Not if I keep it on low."
"You'd better not turn it up high for real."
Bzzz... bzzz... bzzz...
Listening to the buzz fill the car, we pulled out of the building that housed the theater. It was Saturday afternoon, so the roads were thick with traffic. Every time we caught a red light, I cranked the vibration up another notch.
Bzzzzz~~ bzzzzz~~~ BZZZZZ!!
"Ahh~ aahn~ if you turn it up that high I can't drive... ahaang~"
"We're stopped right now, so what's the problem?"
Dana shot me a sidelong glance and a smile as I fiddled with my phone, but at some point her left hand had started kneading her own breast. When the light changed, I dropped the vibration back down and said,
"Light's green. Off we go~"
"Ahh~ you're so mean~"
Watching her bite her lip, regrip the wheel, and pull away, I felt an inexplicable sense of conquest. I was tormenting a stunning woman—a former idol, no less—exactly as I pleased, in the middle of Seoul's broad-daylight traffic.
Traffic was heavy, but it wasn't a long drive, and we reached our destination in twenty-five minutes. Naturally, I kept Dana thoroughly tormented the whole way there.
Our destination was an upscale villa community south of Olympic Boulevard—the kind of place where a guard checked you from the moment you entered the parking garage. And of course, cranking the vibration up high while she spoke to the guard, watching her flounder, was its own distinct pleasure. The sight of her handing over her access card while fighting back the moans leaking out of her was one I'd never forget.
We parked in the spacious garage and got out. Dana pulled her duffel out of the trunk; I had nothing to carry.
"I'll take it."
I reached for her bag, but Dana pulled it back out of my grasp and said,
"It's not heavy. I'm fine."
A little sheepishly, she linked her arm through mine—the one I'd held out to empty air—and headed for the entrance.
"A bitch who makes the Omniscient carry her own luggage is not a pretty sight."
"There's no one around here."
"Just because no one's around doesn't mean no one can see. Oh! I sent you the front gate and house passcodes by messenger."
I punched in the passcode, and the moment the door opened, the elevator was right there.
"Two households share each floor, but every line has its own elevator, so you'll never run into the neighbor on your floor."
"Mm."
The elevator, parked on the fourth floor, came down and we boarded. Dana pressed 3. When we arrived, we stepped out, turned right, and at the end of the wide corridor stood a door with an elegant pattern. There was one more door beside the elevator with an emergency exit sign, but it plainly led to the fire stairs—which meant this entire corridor belonged to a single home. The left side was sealed off by a white wall.
When I looked at that white wall, Dana explained,
"That's a false wall—in an emergency, it can be broken through to reach the other line. Now then, let's go inside."
This time I approached the door first, entered the passcode I'd checked on my phone, and pressed the asterisk. The only thing in my head was getting inside and pouncing on Dana.