Ara's Mountain Temptation and Motel Surrender
“Ara, stop! I’m coming!”
In the end, she didn’t pull away, and with a surging rush, my seed flooded into her mouth at a frantic pace. After three or four heaving spurts, the release finally ebbed. Pursing her lips like a child savoring hard candy, she drew back with a wet pop, freeing it to sway loosely from her mouth. A pearly glob of semen clung to the corner of her lips. I swung my bag around, fished out some wet wipes to clean her up, but she evaded my hand and licked it away with her tongue. Her flushed cheeks radiated a sultry glow.
“Was it good, honey?”
“I’m completely drained.”
“So it was good?”
“As if you could hate it.”
“Phew~ Thank goodness. I was worried you’d say no.”
I pulled a mat from my bag, sat her down, and plopped beside her. A cool breeze kissed my fevered face.
“Why’d you do that all of a sudden?”
“Jeong-ah said you love blowjobs.”
“Jeong-ah?”
“Yeah. I asked her how to get close to you. She said to hike ahead on a mountain trail, shake my hips to tease you till you’re hard, then suck you off and swallow.”
“So you just followed Jeong-ah’s advice?”
“Yeah. Is that bad?”
“Aigoo, you did great. Learning tricks like that from your little sis.”
“Eww~ I mustered my courage the other day, but you didn’t budge. What was I supposed to do? I had to make you really see me as your woman.”
“I already said I’d be your boyfriend. Isn’t that enough?”
“Eww~ I want to know everything about you, honey.”
“Anyway, my legs are jelly now. Can’t go any further. Let’s rest here and head back.”
“You’re really that wiped?”
“Yeah.”
“Jeez. We haven’t even reached the north gate yet. What if you can’t handle just thirty minutes of walking?”
“That’s how it works for guys—after you cum, you crash hard.”
“For real? So no more later?”
“Huh?”
“Down below? Sex?”
“You think I’m a teenager? Hiking and twice a day?”
“……”
Ara pouted, head drooping. It was adorable. She’d clearly swallowed her pride today—asking Jeong-ah about me, shaking her ass on the trail—all betting I wouldn’t turn her down. After a short rest, a chill set in, so I stood. She rose too, looking utterly spent, like all energy had fled her. Moments ago, she’d been bouncy, taut as a drum, ready to spring away at a touch. Seeing her deflated now stirred guilt and affection.
“You really wanted it that bad?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you love sex that much usually?”
“Not really, but I thought today was the day I’d become your woman completely.”
“What’s so great about being with a guy like me?”
“Anyway, if not today, then tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow night?”
“Yeah. I wanna be your woman ASAP. That way, you won’t cheat.”
“Let’s head down and grab lunch first. Aren’t you hungry?”
“I packed a lunchbox.”
“Why bother with that?”
“So you could eat what I made. Why else?”
“Fine. Sitting still might make us catch a cold, so let’s walk a bit and find a spot to eat.”
We retraced our steps downhill. Her sealed lips cast a heavy silence over us. Sex seemed the only way to lift it today. We reached the east gate—no good picnic spots—so we kept going to the parking lot.
“Wanna head to Yangsan for some fresh air?”
“Yangsan? What’s there?”
“You’ll see.”
I drove her along the national highway. In Yangsan, I veered toward Busan University Hospital, then to the motel village by the overpass entrance, pulling into an unmanned motel’s underground lot.
“Here?”
“Yeah. You wanna fuck, right? Changed your mind?”
“No, I love it.”
Her face lit up, though a shadow lingered in her eyes. I left her in the car, got the key from the machine, then helped her out. In the elevator, she gripped my hand tight—sweaty with nerves. Doors opened; head down, she clung as I led. Inside the room, she shuffled awkwardly; I drew her gently into my arms.
“Second thoughts?”
“No!”
“Want me to shower first? Or you?”
“You first, honey.”
I grabbed a towel, showered, and emerged with just one around my waist. She hadn’t budged from the bed’s edge.
“Your turn.”
“Okay.”
She took a towel to the bathroom. Soon, rustling clothes, then shower spray. I pulled back the covers, slipped under the duvet, and flicked on the TV—volume up to ease her shyness. Long minutes passed; the water kept running. Worried, I knocked.
“Still showering, Ara?”
“Yeah. Wait a sec, honey.”
Water stopped; fumbling sounds followed. Then she emerged—fully dressed.
“Why the clothes?”
“……”
“Just gonna bail?”
“No!”
Her voice rose sharply.
“If it’s too much, go. Sex isn’t easy.”
“No. Today, you’re becoming my man.”
I hugged her softly. Undressing her, her body trembled—still green, I figured. Off came her top; I unhooked her pants, sliding them down as she lifted her feet obligingly. Draped clothes over a chair, then unbuttoned her shirt. Now just bra and panties. Scooping her up, I eased her onto the bed.
Under the covers, I draped over her, lips brushing hers—dry at first. Soon, eyes fluttering shut, she parted them. Tongues met, tangled. Her arms wrapped my back; my hand kneaded her bra-clad breast. Her grip tightened—arousal building. Sliding inside the cup, I caressed bare skin, squeezing firmer, pinching nipples till her body yielded.
Her legs hooked my hips; my rigid cock prodded mercilessly. Unclasped her bra, nipples peaked like grapes—I latched on.
“Ha~ahh~”
Nibbling, sucking deep, groping the other—thrusting to grind against her core. She moaned, face twisting in ecstasy.
Downward: lips to navel, tongue tracing skin. At her waist, she bucked. Hands on breasts, I licked along her panty line to her groin. Heat rose from her mound. Licking thighs, she writhed. Gripping panty edges, easing down—her body stiffened. Hands under ass, kneading, tongue soothing thighs. She arched, pressing my face to her pubis; I tugged panties lower from behind.
Thick black curls emerged. Jaw stroking them, breath teasing. Nudged panties down with chin, tongue laving glossy fur, peeling them off her ass. She lifted; they slid to calves. Kicked them away; lips to her valley—already overflowing. Tongue tip grazed the entrance: a sharp gasp, body jolting. My mouth sealed it; she cried out.
“Ah~ack! Honey!”
Time to savor. Teasing the slit, kneading cheeks—she arched impossibly, head barely on the bed. So sensitive—I hadn’t guessed. Fingers spread her; tongue delved.
“Ah~ang~ Honey! Honey~ Stop!”
Ignoring pleas, I explored deeper. Thighs clamped my head; body quaked. Hot nectar flooded my mouth.
“Ah~eung~ Too much. I hate you, honey.”
“Why stop? Hate it?”
“No. No, more~ Don’t talk.”
She bucked demandingly. Faster tongue, fingers stretching wide—pink flesh beckoning. My cock throbbed impatiently. Time for it to explore new frontiers.