With an Idol on Stage (3)
The concert hall was packed to the brim with her fans. To be honest, I never imagined she'd be the one to suggest we do more right there in front of everyone. Hell, I couldn't even dream of something like that.
"Sure, if that's what you want, Yoonah, we can do as much as you like."
Truth be told, I hadn't expected her to be this sweet and gentle during sex. But people are funny like that. If you're thinking about pounding away while holding back because of all the others around—even frozen in time—you can't help but get a little rough. That's just human nature, right?
But damn, humanity has its charms. When the person you adore is right in front of you, and you're about to have sex with her, you naturally want to satisfy her, make it feel good, keep her from hurting. That's the thought that hits you.
"Why don't you lie down comfortably?"
I spread my jacket on the floor, and she lay down on it, looking up at me with a smile.
"Yeah..."
Maybe because all the sex I'd had so far had been pretty intense and hardcore, I never imagined it'd be like this. Sweet, sugary talk and lovemaking like lovers. But if that's the vibe, then that's what we did.
"Sorry it's not a nicer spot."
"It's fine. I'm a bit embarrassed with all the fans watching, but... it feels good."
Since I'd wipe her memory anyway, there was no need for apologies. I overlapped her body with mine and gently pressed my lips to hers. Our first kiss. Her soft lips met mine without a word, tender and impossibly plush. The feel of the lips I'd only known through my dick was a startling new sensation.
"You were so good at it earlier, but why so shy with kissing? Don't tell me you've never done it before?"
She pulled back slightly, teasing me in that cute voice as she watched me fumble without even using my tongue.
"Yeah..."
"Damn, really? For real?"
"If you smack me with facts like that, it hurts..."
"Ahem, it's not like that."
"Oh my, what? You're actually telling the truth? How interesting."
I felt like I was being teased, but it didn't feel bad. I pressed my lips to hers again, lingering this time, and she responded by wrapping her arms around my neck, guiding me slowly into a deeper kiss like she was teaching me.
"Mm..."
We must have just licked each other's lips for a bit when suddenly her soft tongue slipped gently into my mouth. I jolted in surprise, but her hand stroked my head reassuringly, warm and comforting.
"Haa..."
Our saliva mingled, and when our lips parted, a thin strand connected us—a scene so erotic it was hard to believe it was just a kiss.
"I hear guys like big breasts. Is that true?"
"No, I prefer small ones."
Total bullshit, of course. In reality, I love big, juicy tits. But who cares? With Yoonah, size doesn't matter. If anything, her breasts being on the smaller side was perfect as is—no need for more.
"Really? That makes me happy."
She smiled adorably, and I grabbed her breasts, massaging them before lowering my head to take a nipple in my mouth.
"Hng..."
A sweet cherry flavor emanated from her entire body. I rolled and licked it savoringly for a while, but soon I couldn't hold back anymore. I pulled away and looked at her.
"Haa... down there is already soaked and ready. Do you need more foreplay?"
Sis really knew how to take charge. She brought it up first, leaving me following her lead. I'd assumed she was the naive type just from her looks—no mention of it—but Yoonah was three years older than me, pushing late twenties. Her every action oozed maturity.
"I'm good... I'll put it in now."
"Be gentle, okay? I don't like it rough."
She whispered it close to my ear, her warm breath tickling me.
"I'll try."
Discarding my usual rough style, I slowly pushed my dick into her precious pussy, careful not to hurt her. It was already drenched in her juices, so it slid in smoothly, her walls enveloping me without resistance all the way to the hilt.
"Haa... yeah... that feels good..."
True to her personality, her soft, chewy inner walls gripped and stimulated me perfectly. She'd cum once already, and with the long kissing and foreplay, her pussy felt even sloppier and wetter than usual.
"I'll start moving. Tell me if it hurts."
Seeing her nod slowly, I began thrusting my hips at a leisurely pace. Just like she'd asked, I kept it gentle at first—pushing in deep and pulling out slow—waiting for her arousal to build.