Summer Escape (10)
"S-sunscreen...?"
"Mm... I can't quite reach my back..."
As if to prove the point, Noona stretched both arms as far behind herself as they would go, twisting and straining in a valiant attempt to slather lotion across her own back.
"Nngh... mmnh..."
The effort produced nothing but a string of breathy, faintly indecent sounds — and a spectacular display of her chest. The scrap of fabric that existed solely to gather her breasts strained as though it might split apart, the shapes of her areolae and nipples standing out in stark, unmistakable relief.
She squeezed her eyes shut, caught her lower lip between her teeth, and wore an expression of such piteous concentration that—
Gulp.
Hanbyul swallowed before he even realized he'd done it. A mature married woman's lush, heavy breasts. Nipples that looked stiff and plump beneath the cloth. If the swimsuit had been even a shade lighter, he would have seen everything.
"Noona, w-wait a second...!"
The view from the front was far too much. He relocated himself behind her, where things were comparatively decent. Comparatively — the rear was every bit as devastating, but if he kept his eyes locked firmly on her back, he could at least avoid the smooth sweep of her waist, those generous hips, and that ass. Barely.
"Aigoo... I knew this would happen."
His own predicament aside, a small disaster was already unfolding: sunscreen in her hair, sunscreen dripping onto the sand. The lotion had never come anywhere near her back to begin with. He'd meant to refuse — but he was already on his feet, so he gave in.
"Haa... alright. I'll help you..."
"Yay~!"
She thrust one arm toward the sky in a cheer that did not remotely match her age. Hanbyul had always wondered who Iseul had gotten that boundless energy from. Looking at this, he supposed he had his answer.
"That happy about it?"
"Mm! Of course I am. It even brings back old memories..."
The strength drained from her voice, and it sank. Without meaning to, he had pressed on an old wound.
"Ah— no, no. I'm fine. Things are good the way they are now, you know~?"
She tucked her hair behind her ear and glanced back over her shoulder, but the smile on her face might as well have had the word lie written across it.
"..."
A brief silence settled between them, and their eyes met. The noisy chaos of the beach faded one sound at a time, until all that remained in front of him was Noona's profile — somehow happy, and yet carrying a quiet sadness at the corners of her eyes.
Noona...
"Um... Hanbyul-ah?"
She turned all the way around to face him. He had always known she was beautiful, but today she looked even more so. The sliver of ear peeking through her hair seemed almost tempting, and those cherry-red lips struck him as nothing but cute — and in that fleeting instant—
Ah...!!! Snap out of it! What do you think you're doing, Jeon Hanbyul!
He wrenched himself free of the strange atmosphere just in time.
"Ah— sorry. I zoned out for a second there... haha!"
"Whaat~?"
Unlike any version of her he had seen before, she puffed out her cheeks and planted both hands on her hips. Fortunately, the awkward, heavy mood seemed to have been shrugged off entirely. Maybe that was why the next words slipped out of him like a sigh.
"Cute..."
"Hwah?"
It was like looking at Jia when she was little. A purely honest compliment, with nothing else folded into it at all.
"I said you're cute. Noo.na."
"...!!!!"
Her eyes went twice as wide. Her lips tucked inward, shy, disappearing into her mouth — and then—
"I-I don't know!"
She whirled around and sat with her back to him. She was bigger than he was, and yet here she was being this petty about it. It made him want to nibble on her, she was that adorable.
"Hmm? Don't know what?"
"I don't know! I said I don't knooow!!!"
This was the same Noona who always came across as so dependable and strong — and watching her whine and transform into a sulky little girl sent a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Pfft... Noona, you really are just like my daughter. Heh."
Whether it was the lingering aftereffects of his heat or simply the vacation getting to his head, Hanbyul caught the mood and started teasing Jiwoo-noona in earnest.
"There's my girl~ Did Daddy make things awkward for you?"
The same way Jia always did to him, he trapped Noona's arm between his thighs and pinned it there with his chest and arms so she couldn't pull free.
"Hyaaah..!"
Her whole body gave a violent shiver, and her ears flushed red in real time.
"What's this~? Are you embarrassed? Jiwoo-ya, what's this? Hmm? Hmm?"
Her reaction was so entertaining that a fresh wave of mischief rose up in him for no good reason at all.
"S-stooop iiit...♡"
"Hmph... fine, then."
The moment he put on the faintest hint of a sulk, she hurriedly glanced back — which was, of course, exactly what he had been counting on.
"Pfft... Now you're looking this way, huh? Noo.na.♡"
"Khh-hnnngh...♡"
She bit down hard on her lip, swallowing a laugh by force. Was this really the same person who stood in the restaurant kitchen brandishing a ladle and scolding people...?
"Heheheh...♡"
A full, blooming smile had broken across Noona's face — but off in the distance, their daughters were still playing in the water.
"Noona, the kids are going to be waiting. Let's get this on you and go join them."
"Mmh..."
The brief, affectionate teasing was set aside. They both settled, the playfulness ebbing as they found their places. Facing the beach, Noona offered him her back.
A smooth, elegant expanse of skin presented itself in all its allure. She didn't look like someone who worked out, and yet the lines of her back were cleanly defined.
Well... at Noona's age...
She had worked every part-time job imaginable and been knocked around by the world besides. He decided to file it under the everyday survival muscle of a modern adult and leave it at that.
"Noona... I'm going to start, okay...?"
Now that the moment had actually arrived, a nervous flush crept into both their faces. They were suddenly, keenly aware of each other.
"Th-then... I'll leave it to you..."
A strange current began to flow between them, the bustling noise of the beach settling into a soft, distant backdrop.
Squelch. Squelch.
He squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen into his palm and set his hands on her back.
"Hyaaah...!!!"
Just as he had when it was his turn, Baek Jiwoo shuddered at the sudden cold — though she seemed to adjust to the sensation soon enough.
W-wow...
He spread the lotion in broad, sweeping circles, working his way across her back. Each pass of his hands brushed the knotted string at the center, and little by little the tie began to loosen. A few more repetitions and that bikini would come undone entirely, so he decided her back had received enough attention.
"Alright, Noona — I'll do your waist and hips next..."
"Hnnnnh...♡"
Whether that was an answer or a moan, he chose to take it as permission and let his gaze drop.
The line of her waist flowed down from her back in a single smooth curve, flaring into a wide child-bearing pelvis. Beyond that, a thick, voluptuous ass barely veiled by a scrap of fabric offered up its pale, generous shape. Objectively speaking, Noona's body was both beautiful and obscenely sexual — the kind of ripe, married-woman figure that could stand a man at attention in an instant. He thought it every time he looked: her hips and her chest seemed purpose-built for bearing children.
As carefully as if he were handling porcelain, he set both hands on her waist and began to work them up and down.
Squelch. Squelsch. Squelch.
Lewd, wet sounds, courtesy of the sunscreen. She had enough softness on her that the more he touched, the more he wanted to keep touching — a kind of addiction settling into his palms.
If she rocked her hips, would her breasts sway with them...?
W-what am I even thinking...!
The kind of thought he would never have entertained on a normal day sent his eyes flicking downward on reflex — and there it was.
God... seriously.
Whether it was the skinship with a woman or the fact that his body had simply learned, by now, to respond to the sight of hers, the front of his shorts was beginning to swell.
"Um... Hanbyul-ah. Do my hips now..."
"Ah— y-yes!"
Perhaps he had spent a little too long going back and forth over her waist. Jiwoo-noona ducked her head and covered her stomach with one hand.
"Th-then..."
He set his hands on her pelvis and began to feel his way across it, tracing the shape as if he meant to commit it to memory.
"Haahnn...!!!"
A man's hands — hands that had never touched her there before — drawing closer and closer to her womb. Baek Jiwoo's body answered with a raw, mounting sensitivity.
"N-Noona..."
From the moment he touched her hips, it was a settled fact. He had gone into heat again.
His cock, risen stiff and hard, settled against the curve of her hip — and then—
"Hah..! What... what is thaat...♡"
Without quite meaning to, he began to nudge her pelvis in slow, seeking little pushes, pressing himself along the line of her waist. She answered in kind, grinding her ass against the sand, easing her body back into his.
"S-so, Hanbyul-ah."
Like a bucket of cold water, her voice cut through the heat climbing through both of them.
"Yeees...?"
He was still slowly rocking against her hip as he answered. The words that came next, of course, put a stop to that.
"Someone asked for my number..."
"Excuse me~?"
"What? Why do you look so shocked?"
"Ah— no, I just..."
What was he even supposed to do with that? When had someone asked Noona for her number? Should he be happy for her? Upset? He was still turning over what kind of reaction he was supposed to have when—
"So I told them I'd meet them...?"
"I'm sorry, what!?!?"
The words landed hard enough that he put a little distance between them.
"They seemed like a decent person."
"Ah..."
If Noona was fine with it, then that was fine — except the Jiwoo-noona he knew would never agree to a meeting this suddenly.
"Do you... happen to have a picture?"
He wanted to check that this person wasn't some kind of weirdo. Whether that was really his only reason, he couldn't quite say.
"Why?"
"Huh?"
"Whyy?"
If there was such a thing as verbal tag, this was it. She latched on and would not let go.
"No, I mean — I said I'd do it, so why do you want to look?"
"Because I honestly don't understand..."
"Oho~?"
"The Noona I know..."
She leaned into him, closing the space until there was none left. He had been kneeling, so her head came to rest naturally across his thigh... and if there was a silver lining to any of this, it was that the news about her meeting someone had killed his erection on the spot.
From below, Baek Jiwoo looked up at him with a smiling crease at the corners of her eyes.
"Go on. The Noona that Hanbyul knows is...?"
"Isn't the kind of person who'd agree to meet someone in that short a time."
"Why not? I'm starved for a man. That could be reason enough."
"Th-that's... even so..."
"When a person truly wants something, they don't make the best decisions. That's even more true when it comes to other people."
"Th-that may be, but that's not the Noona I know...!"
She beamed.
"Then maybe you just don't know me as well as you think...?"
All at once it felt as though an invisible wall had gone up between them.
"N-Noona...?"
"That person doesn't stare at my chest and fill his head with filthy thoughts, unlike a certain someone."
"What...?"
"And he doesn't send me videos of himself jerking off, either."
"..."
He had a fairly clear idea of who she meant. He looked away.
"Hmm~?"
Like someone who had just found something fun to play with, Baek Jiwoo caught his chin in her hand and turned his face back toward hers. That distinctive innocent puppy look of hers seemed, today, to have taken on a strangely seductive cast.
"Why the long face, hmm...? When our Hanbyul is the one who did everything wrong?"
"Th-that's not..."
Hurt? Disappointed? He couldn't even tell what he was feeling.
"Do you want to know Noona better?"
"..."
She pushed her lips out in a pout and asked again.
"You don't want to know Noona?"
"N-no, I do..."
At that, she sat up all at once and fixed him with a long, level look.
"Then choose. You've had a lot on your mind since what happened in the car, haven't you? Even if you've already said something..."
"Ch-choose what...?"
Her tone was firmer than usual, as though she had already made up her mind.
"Sleep with me. Then I won't meet that man."
"..."
Had he heard that right? He was still turning it over when—
"Tell me after dinner tonight~ Thanks for putting the sunscreen on."
She rose from the sand and started toward the water.
"Haa..."
Leaving Hanbyul behind to clutch at his head for the sake of his family's peace, Jiwoo glanced back over her shoulder.
A furtive little lick. Where no one else could see, she ran her tongue along the corner of her mouth.