Midnight Beach Rendezvous
The sporadic glow of streetlights strung along the beach suddenly snuffed out. In an instant, darkness swallowed everything around them, rendering even the girl whose hand he held invisible from inches away. All Geum Taeyang could make out was her faint silhouette.
"Here?"
Even without sight, Taeyang's voice stayed utterly calm. Choi Ahyeon responded by swinging their joined hands up and down enthusiastically.
"Yeah! The streetlight here's been busted for over a month now, so it's turned into this pretty famous spot—everyone who knows, knows. Plus, there's a little rock up ahead, so unless someone's coming straight from the beach side, they won't spot us first."
He couldn't see it clearly, but focusing hard, he could just make out something rock-like in the distance, right where she said.
Switching on their phone flashlights, the two settled against a rock that only faced the ocean. Ahyeon unzipped the backpack strapped to her back and rummaged inside.
Rustle rustle—
"Prepared, huh."
"Hehe, right?"
She spread out a wide plastic beach mat across the sand. Even on the fine white sands of the beach, you never knew.
Ahyeon sat first, and Taeyang dropped down beside her. The pair sat in silence, gazing out at the pitch-black sea.
Shwaaaa—
Listening quietly, the only sound was the waves crashing against the shore and scattering.
How much time passed like that? Ahyeon tilted her head sideways, leaning it gently on Taeyang's shoulder. He mirrored her, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
More time slipped by. Ahyeon spoke first.
"How is it?"
"Nice."
"Me? Or the sea?"
He let out a chuckle at her cheeky question. The answer was obvious.
"Both."
"Haa..."
"And the weather's perfect too."
It wasn't too cold, too hot, humid, or buggy—a near-ideal night. Ahyeon flushed with embarrassment, but Taeyang piled on.
"Plus, you're right here next to me. That's the best part."
"You say the smoothest shit sometimes."
"And you hate it?"
"No way!"
Her head snapped up from his shoulder. She shoved her phone light under his chin like a ghost story, letting out an eerie wail.
"I love it too much! Driving me crazy with how much I love you!"
She cackled like a specter. Taeyang snorted.
"Not a kid anymore."
He snatched the phone, killed the light. In this mood, the glow was just a buzzkill.
"Hey? Too dark now! Mmph!"
Her whine cut short as he sealed her lips with his.
Chup—Tszup—Chup—
Their sticky tongues parted with a wet smack. Taeyang wiped the saliva mess from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Pha! Not bad at all."
"Wha... not bad... for you maybe... I'm all worked up..."
Unlike Taeyang's satisfied nod, Ahyeon was burning up. She wrapped both arms around his neck, whimpering.
"Hehe... Ah... Kiss... More kisses... Quick..."
"Your turn then."
"Yeah!"
In the impenetrable dark, they kept kissing.
"Smack, smack, smack, smack. Mwah."
No tongue this time—just quick pecks, lips brushing and pulling away. Sure, after double digits, "light" didn't quite fit anymore...
"Ugh, this sucks."
Ahyeon grumbled. Barely able to see each other's outlines, she had to go by feel. But lips kept missing, grazing chin, nose, cheeks instead.
For affection's sake, it was fun enough. But Ahyeon, craving his lips specifically, got pissy. And her body kept heating up.
As she begged for more kisses, Taeyang's hand slid down, rubbing between her thighs. The leggings clung skin-tight already. No panties, naturally—so he felt the vertical slit of her pussy, even the protruding clit.
"Haah!"
Her arms around his neck nearly went slack. She locked them tight, panting sweet breaths.
"Wanna... kiss..."
"So kiss me."
"Pussy... aches more now... No... Eek! There! Rub there more!"
Tongue lolling loose, her words slurred dumbly. Kissing was forgotten. One hand kept tormenting her pussy over the leggings; the other slipped inside her open windbreaker.
No matter how perky and pretty-shaped her breasts, gravity won a little. No bra meant they sagged just enough for sweat to pool underneath.
Taeyang's hand met her breast. Soft yet heavy, right to the band-aid in the center.
He'd groped them thousands, maybe tens of thousands of times, but it always felt fresh. He hefted the underside, bouncing it like a ball. A light stroke at the breast-body crease came away sticky with sweat.
Taeyang whispered with a mischievous grin.
"Look at all this sweat under your tits."
"Heeek!"
"Smells a bit too... Lemme taste."
Slurp—
In the dark, he exaggerated the sound on purpose.
"Kinda salty."
"D-don't..."
Ahyeon squirmed in shame. Normally she'd play it cool—"Tasty?"—but without faces or expressions visible, embarrassment hit tenfold.
"Don't want to?"
"Hiiiuuuk!"
Taeyang dipped to her collarbone, lips pressing. Teeth grazed lightly, then sucked hard. He left hickeys that'd show at dawn.
Collarbone to upper breast, upper breast to around the nipple. Midway through marking her up—
"Fuuuhhiiiing!"
Ahyeon howled like a beast, cumming hard. The leggings, damp before, soaked through. And something wet hit overhead.
Taeyang touched her crown, confused. No way her squirt reached his head.
Not rain? He raised a hand, tracing the warm drool's source. Something soft touched—her lips.
"Oh boy."
"Heh, hnggg..."
She'd lost it completely, drool spilling freely. What should've pooled in her cleavage dripped straight onto his scalp.
"Gotta punish this."
Taeyang grabbed the band-aid over her nipple with both hands, yanking.
"Eek!"
Strong adhesive stretched her areola with it before snapping back. He rolled the rock-hard nipple between thumb and forefinger viciously. His other hand dove inside the leggings, pinching her clit hard.
Dual blasts of pleasure shook her; she came again, trembling.
He toyed with her tits and pussy a while longer till she collapsed onto the mat, too drained to sit.
"Haa... haa..."
Vision—the dominant sense—disabled, others sharpened hypersensitive.
Slumped, she unzipped her windbreaker halfway, wriggled out of the leggings too. Panting with arousal, she called to the invisible Taeyang.
"Heh, hehng... Stop teasing... Ahyeon's pussy..."
"Huh?"
"Pussy's... so hot..."
Mood ripe at last, Taeyang stripped slow. Clothes tucked safe in a rock crevice so they wouldn't blow away. Naked now, they tangled.
His rigid cock rubbed her thigh and mound. He sucked her nape—smack smack.
Dying to flip on the phone and see her state, he held back with superhuman restraint. First light would reveal it.
His cock pried open her sealed pussy mound. Hot steam whooshed out, scalding his shaft.
"Speak properly or no."
"Ahh, poke Ahyeon's pussy deep inside with Taeyang's cock pleeease..."
As he nudged his hips, her entrance responded perfectly. Custom-fit, it suckled his tip like it was starving—smack smack.
"That's more like it. Horny like this—you sure you're human and not a dog?"
Instead of retorting his tease, Ahyeon barked.
"Woof woof, Ahyeon's always-in-heat bitch pussy... Fuck it quick... Hngaaah!"
Squelchhhh—
Satisfied, his cock slid deep into her entrance.