Armpit Devotion and the Drunk Neighbor's Return
Up on the back mountain, I couldn't immediately torment Ahyeon's armpits just as I'd hoped. She'd stopped halfway through taking off her jacket, arms awkwardly raised, and her neck was already getting stiff.
"This is kinda... uncomfortable."
I frowned and pulled my head back. Grabbing her wrists, I sent her arms behind her back, fully unzipped her windbreaker, and peeled it off down to her wrists. It was an awkward position that made her hands hard to move in, but instead, I twisted the jacket around like a rope and bound her wrists.
"Eung?"
Ahyeon looked back and forth between her bound wrists and me in confusion.
"How am I supposed to touch you like this...?"
She grumbled, but I just flashed an even deeper smile.
"Didn't you ask me to wipe your sweat?"
"Yeah, I did..."
She pouted her lips but nodded anyway. Of course, she loved when I touched her, but for someone like her who valued feeling me with her own hands even more, this situation wasn't exactly welcome.
I fully understood her disappointment, but I shook my head more firmly.
"No way. If you start touching me, we'll jump straight to sex. Gotta wipe the sweat first... Arms up."
"Arms up!"
She raised both arms high anyway, just as ordered. Her breasts jiggled up and down, fully exposing her flawless, snow-white armpits.
"Don't lower them."
"Got it..."
I buried my nose back into her defenseless armpits and stuck out my tongue. Ignoring the side of her breast brushing my cheek, I dragged my tongue straight up in a line.
"Hinghyaahaaang♥"
Itchiness and pleasure pierced her spine in perfect halves. Just like my tongue, I pressed my nose tight against her armpit and inhaled deeply. Sniff sniff— The sound echoed across the quiet overlook.
Every time my hot breath from breathing hit her armpit, Ahyeon bit her lip hard and twisted her whole body.
"Heeheeht... Hyaahng..."
Normally, even her armpit scent was just a fresh fruity aroma like the rest of her body, but today it was distinctly different. The smell and taste of her sweat-soaked armpits were indescribable. Not unpleasant at all—quite the opposite; it only excited me more.
I flicked my tongue back and forth over her armpit, stretching it out until the root ached. Slurrrp— Sluuuurp— Smooch—
"Hhyaaaat♥ Keeheeek♥"
She twitched like a fish on a hook. After licking it a few more times, the salty tang of sweat was gone from up top.
I pulled my face away briefly and gave a quick impression.
"Kinda sour, but with a hint of apple too?"
"Heek, I... Kkheueung♥"
Before she could even respond properly, I dove back in and sucked on her armpit. Sluurp— Smooch— Slurrrp— After a dozen more passes, no sweat remained.
I turned my gaze immediately. Just a slight tilt of my head, and her other sweat-drenched armpit greeted me.
I invested quite a long time like that, literally biting, sucking, and savoring one of Ahyeon's armpits. She started sweating again from the excitement while I sucked, but I didn't sweat the details—if I did, I'd be stuck overnight up here for sure.
"Left armpit's done."
"Heueung... Kh... Done?"
Ahyeon, half out of her mind from pleasure and tickling, asked back.
"Now... haaak... sex...?"
"Nope?"
I grinned mischievously and glanced at her right armpit.
"Right one's still left. And..."
My eyes shifted to her heaving breasts amid her ragged breaths.
"We've got a ways to go."
With that, I lowered my head and latched onto her armpit again.
"Hingheeiiit♥"
She could rebel anytime if she wanted, but Ahyeon obediently kept her arms raised as ordered, moaning all the while. After so long, no matter how thoroughly I lavished it, the left armpit was getting seconds anyway.
A naughty idea popped into my head, and I pulled my lips from her armpit. I pinched the damp, wet skin lightly with one hand.
"Haht...♥"
Gathering as much flesh as possible between thumb and middle finger, I poked the center with my index—forming a little mound of armpit flesh. No hole, sure... but otherwise identical.
I stated my honest thought bluntly.
"Looks like a pussy."
At that, Ahyeon turned her head to stare at her armpit. Then she beamed.
"Fuck Ahyeon's armpit pussy toooo♥"
No time to waste on replies. I buried my face right back in. Sluurp— Slurrrp— Smooook— Smoooo ch— Sometimes kissing it lightly like lips, other times covering it with my whole mouth and sucking hard.
Her reactions varied with each change, exciting me even more.
"Haaang♥ Heehyut♥ Heet♥"
This time, I pressed the tip of my tongue firmly into her armpit. Her body stiffened instantly, then shuddered violently. It was the biggest jolt of pleasure yet—plain as day.
Not satisfied, I pressed that hidden climax switch in her armpit over and over. Her lower half, clad only in dolphin shorts, had love juices trickling from her thighs down to her ankles.
"Heeukhaat♥ Haaaang♥"
I meticulously sucked her right armpit clean, my tongue slyly shifting from armpit to shoulder and collarbone line. The goal was wiping sweat anyway, so I'd do my best wherever it was.
Licking along her collarbone brought a sweet, sugary taste—different from before. All the same sweat from Ahyeon, yet her collarbone sweat tasted nothing like her armpits.
As I pondered the mysteries of the human body while sucking up sweat from her collarbone and upper chest, I felt a weight on the crown of my head. Wondering what it was, I flicked my eyes upward.
Unable to use her hands, Ahyeon craved contact any way she could—and her solution was resting her face on my head. Through my hair, I felt her soft, squishy cheek. Her parted lips leaked aroused moans nonstop as she rubbed her cheek against my crown.
*Over an hour later, I finally peeled my tongue off Ahyeon's body. Starting from her armpits—neck, collarbone, breasts. Sides, back, navel too. Not a grain-of-rice-sized spot on her upper body escaped my tongue.
And Ahyeon, accepting it all as foreplay...*
"Hehe...♥ Ehk..."
Lying on the overlook's long bench, she wasn't even remotely okay by any stretch. If she'd at least climaxed, fine—but this ambiguous pleasure tease for over an hour had utterly broken her mind.
It wasn't just saliva everywhere from sucking and biting. Dozens of angry red kiss marks bloomed across her body.
Seeing the mess I'd made, I scratched my cheek awkwardly. Midway through, I'd gotten too carried away without a thought for her state.
Now, even if she woke, we couldn't move to the main event sex—or even hike down. She could barely move, and mosquitoes were starting to buzz around her.
No need to overthink. Chuckling, I squatted in front of the bench where she lay. I propped her up forcibly, draped her windbreaker loosely over her, and tilted her forward onto my back.
Gripping her thighs—slick with love juices—tightly, I stood up with a grunt.
"Up we go...!"
No matter how fit she was, she was still a girl. Carrying her piggyback-style easily, I adjusted my grip and started down the mountain.
Of course, if she woke, she'd die of shame and apologize for making a guy carry her—but feeling those soft mounds pressing my back was reward enough.
Whistling a tune, I descended the mountain.
*Back home after the lewd hike with Ahyeon, I sat on the living room sofa, idly fiddling with my phone. Replying to all the day's texts and KakaoTalks had become routine for years. Skip it even when exhausted, and my phone would explode the next day—so I always did it diligently.
Today too, I replied to the hundreds of new messages one by one. Moonbyeol was cramming all night at the study room for exams, so no nagging about talking to girls too much.
Replying to that last message from the embarrassed Ahyeon finished my responses for the day. Stretching lightly, I checked the time—well past midnight. Bedtime for tomorrow.
As I stood from the sofa to head to my room—
Bang bang bang—!
Someone pounded on the front door. A rude, violent knock wildly out of place this late. No reason to ignore the perfectly fine doorbell.
Only one person I knew would bang on the door at this hour.
"Daaaaddy! Your daughter's hooome! Open uuuup!"
"Here we go again."
Just as expected. A slurred, drunken voice kept pounding away. She'd been quiet lately, but end-of-semester for college kids brought it out again.
Sighing briefly, I cracked open the front door. Whoosh— Alcohol stench hit me, and I looked down.
Her head hung so low I had to crane to see the crown.
"Noona. Your house is next door."
"Hehet?"
The cute head's owner dumbly looked up. The girl who looked nothing like an adult burst into giggles with her slurred speech.
"Eh? Taeyaangieeee!"
Lee Jieun—my two-years-older neighbor from two doors down—beamed and lunged at me.
"Noona's house has wolves!!!"