Ara's Daring Car Ride
“Honey, aren't you coming to the library today?”
“Nah, got some work.”
“I was waiting, thinking you'd be here since it's the weekend.”
“The assemblyman's wife is coming down from Seoul, so I have to escort her. Sorry.”
“The assemblyman's wife?”
“Yeah.”
“So you'll come to the library tomorrow?”
“Can't move until Sunday. Sorry, but let's meet Monday morning.”
“Okay. Guess I won't even get a call?”
She hung up with a deflated voice. The train wouldn't arrive until 8 anyway, so there was time to drop her off home. I called Ara back and hurried to the library, picked her up, and headed to her neighborhood.
“Honey, what time do we need to be at the station?”
“Train gets in at 8:10, so as long as we're there before then.”
“So we've got about an hour?”
“Yeah. Wanna grab coffee somewhere?”
“No. Let's find a quiet spot and just talk in the car.”
I bought coffee at a convenience store and drove to a back road at the base of the hill in her neighborhood. The sun had already set, making the road dim—no need to worry about prying eyes.
“Nice.”
She leaned her head gently on my shoulder. Her hand slid up my thigh, rubbing it slowly with her palm.
“Hey, what're you doing?”
“Just trying to make you feel good, honey.”
“Sitting here with you like this already makes me feel good.”
“I love touching your skin, feeling your body heat.”
“Aigoo, alright.”
Her touch had blood rushing down there before I knew it. Whether she knew or not, as she stroked my thigh, her hand would occasionally brush against it with the back of her knuckles. Each time, it got harder, throbbing with need.
“It's gotten big, hasn't it, honey?”
“Damn, what kinda talk is that from a girl?”
“Be honest.”
“It hasn't, dummy.”
“Pfft, it's rock hard.”
“How would you know?”
“Can't you tell by looking?”
I glanced down—the outline was bulging clearly through my pants. She grinned at me and grabbed it with her hand.
“I'll just touch it.”
“……”
I couldn't say a word, so she unzipped my pants and slipped her hand inside my underwear. She wrapped it softly and stroked up and down. I scanned around, suddenly paranoid someone might pass by. With no resistance from me, she pulled it out through the gap in my underwear. Moments later, she bent down and took it deep into her mouth. I pushed the driver's seat back, lifted my hips, adjusted the rearview mirror, and surrendered my body to her.
She bobbed her head furiously, hair flying, sucking like there was no tomorrow. Not satisfied, she looked up at me, then started tugging my pants down. It was too late for self-control, so I lifted my hips to help. She dipped back down, taking the balls into her mouth, rolling them around, and guided my hand under her skirt. The heat from her crotch seared into my palm. I slipped inside her panties, probing her entrance—it was already soaked.
“Ah~ Ungh~”
She moaned at my touch. We fondled each other's secrets like that for a while until she suddenly straightened up, kicked off her panties, straddled me, and guided it into her valley. Scorching heat enveloped me.
“Ah~ Fuck! So good~”
She rocked up and down in a prone position, but craving more, she sat up fully and started bouncing wildly.
“Ah~ Ahh~ Honey~ I feel you inside. So hot~”
“……”
“Feels so good~ Me~ What should I do~ Honey, help me~”
After bouncing and moaning for ages, her body collapsed onto me. Her hands gripped my shoulders like vices, crushing them as she panted raggedly.
“You're something else.”
“Why? You keep saying no, so it makes me want it more.”
“Anyway, you like it like this?”
“Yeah. I love when you're inside me the most. Feeling you twitch deep within.”
In the end, my plan to wait until Monday was just wishful thinking on my part. Early twenties had that fearless edge. Car sex in her own neighborhood? I couldn't have imagined such boldness.
She climbed off me, and I grabbed wet wipes from the dashboard, handing her some. Before cleaning herself, she wiped me first, then herself, and wriggled back into her panties. I pulled up mine, fastened my belt.
“See you Monday, honey. Love you~”
Once tidied up, she didn't fuss anymore. She got out in front of her house, waved goodbye, and headed inside with a playful sway. I watched her until she vanished through the gate, then sped off to Busan Station.
I waited at the passenger exit and escorted her back to the parking lot. To avoid any familiar faces spotting us, I played the dutiful secretary ushering the assemblyman's wife. Once away from the station, we hit the waterfront road.
“Honey, let's go to that hotel from last time. But what's that smell?”
“What smell?”
“Pfft, smells like you got real steamy in here. With a girlfriend?”
I had to confess. In the rush, I'd forgotten to spray air freshener.
“How old's this girlfriend? Thinking marriage?”
“Twenty-two. Too young for now.”
“Whoa! My man's got skills. Landing a girl ten years younger.”
“Don't get upset. She just pounced suddenly.”
“Why would I be upset? I don't have the right, and I can't divorce to be with you anyway.”
“Thanks for understanding. Won't happen again.”
“It's fine. Just be careful she doesn't find out about us. Imagine how heartbroken that young girl would be.”
“It won't be that bad. She already knows I've slept with others.”
“She knows about us?”
“No, a friend of hers spilled it herself.”
“Really? Why'd you piss her off?”
“Nah, according to her, she told from a supportive angle. Explained how she ended up sleeping with me and advised it'd help her chances with me.”
“Wow. Kids these days think so differently.”
“Shocked me too. Young ones are super aggressive now. Clear about what they want.”
“Can I meet your girlfriend sometime? I'll buy her dinner, get friendly.”
“That necessary?”
“If she's that open-minded, better to bond early. Less chance she'll hate me if she finds out.”
“I'll mention it sometime.”
“So what does she do?”
“Works as a librarian at the public library.”
“Wanna visit the library tomorrow?”
“What's the rush?”
“I'm dying to see what she's like. How pretty, how sweet.”
“Fine. She's working anyway, so we can just drop by.”
We looped Gwangan Bridge while chatting and headed up to the room. Like last time, it had a killer view of the entire bridge below.
“Whoa~ This room's nice too.”
“Yeah.”
I hugged her from behind, burying my nose in her long hair, inhaling her scent. She guided my hands from her waist to her breasts. A gentle squeeze, and she pressed her ass back against me, turning for a kiss. I slid one hand down under her skirt; she arched and twisted against me.
“Honey, let's go to the bed.”
“It's good right here. Why?”
“What if someone sees?”
“We're on the eleventh floor. Who'd see us this late? And even if they did, they wouldn't recognize us.”
My fingers reached the hidden spring under her skirt—it was already drenched.