First Time
The place Jin Ayoung worked turned out to be a hostess bar. Rooms lined both sides of a corridor — the kind of setup I'd only ever seen in noir films. She was the madam here, and every employee in the place bowed their heads in greeting the moment she walked in.
She led me into an empty room and spoke in that soft, unhurried voice of hers.
"This is where I work. Well? Disappointed?"
"No! Disappointed? If anything, you look even cooler."
I meant it. I'd already decided Jin Ayoung was an impressive woman — it wasn't empty flattery.
She seemed pleased. Smiling, she clicked across the floor in her heels. Earlier the hallway had been too noisy to notice, but now the sound of her shoes against the tile rang straight through me.
Just that morning, before dawn, I'd had those long white legs of hers entirely to myself. They were still just as tempting, neatly wrapped in black stockings.
She wore a fairy-like pink long dress that brought out something pure in her. And every time she walked, a good scent rolled off her in waves.
Jin Ayoung sat down in a chair set a little apart from the rest. I understood the invitation and moved behind her.
Red spots. Not the huge ones from dawn, but clusters of them if you looked closely — blotches gathered in places. The dress covered her cleavage, but her pretty collarbones were bare, and a few red spots dotted the skin around them. The soft curve dropping away beneath made my thighs tighten just a little.
I ran my tongue over drying lips and set my hands on Jin Ayoung's shoulders.
The moment I started working the red spots, the reaction came at once.
"Haaaah..."
It wasn't for show. A genuine sound of pleasure spilled out of her. The second I kneaded her shoulders, her chin tipped up and those long legs twisted.
I took her neck in my palms and worked it gently. I wasn't even pressing hard — barely any force at all — and still the tension in her muscles melted bit by bit, her waist writhing.
"Nngh... kh..."
Her breathing was starting to roughen.
I eased my hands lower and massaged the exposed area around her shoulder blades. In an instant I could see sweat break across her skin. She must have gotten hot — she tugged the neckline of her dress up a little, letting air slip down into her cleavage.
"Ha... it's warm in here. Why is it so warm? Is it just me?"
"Want me to ask them to turn on the air conditioning?"
"Haa... I don't think that's the problem."
God. I was hard as hell.
Through the slightly opened fabric I could see the breasts she'd been wearing a bra over. I hadn't gotten a look at her nipples before, but from this angle above her, a gap had opened between the bra and her skin — enough to catch a glimpse of areola tinged with a faint violet light.
Gulp. I swallowed without meaning to.
Under my continuing hands, Jin Ayoung started squirming in her seat. She shifted her hips so much that the hem of her dress rode up until her thighs were almost fully bare. A little higher and her panties would have shown.
I was properly warmed up now. Pretending to chase red spots, I pressed firmly into the hollow of her collarbone.
She drew a sharp breath, startled, then let it out. But she said nothing. This was a woman who'd already let me lift her panties in front of me yesterday. If something this mild was going to make her push me away, she wouldn't have sat down here in the first place.
I kept working the red spots, stroking her skin — white as porcelain — and little by little, little by little, I went lower. The upper swell of her breasts wasn't quite as springy as the side of her chest I'd tasted at dawn, but it was the gateway, and that alone sent a jolt through me.
"Haa..."
Her lips parted. The heat-soaked breath that spilled between them carried the thick wetness of saliva.
And then lower. Still lower. Far bolder than at dawn. This time, completely open about it.
I grabbed both breasts with both hands. Two layers of defense — the fabric of a woman's dress and a bra underneath — and still the soft give of Jin Ayoung's chest came through with absolute realism. Maybe it was because I'd never freely kneaded real breasts before. Just touching them had left my crotch aching; now it was outright heavy.
Far from refusing, Jin Ayoung let out a thicker moan than before and slipped her shoulders free one by one so I could reach her more easily. Rustle. The dress slid down with a pleasant sound, and all that remained was the bra. I kept kneading her breasts over it, working them like dough. The feel was even better than before. God — if peeling off one layer felt this good, how good would it be once the last line of defense was gone?
Every time I twisted her chest, the gap between bra and skin widened until her nipples were fully visible.
I couldn't hold back. I lifted Jin Ayoung's bra, and her full breasts spilled free, too large to stay contained, bare at last.
"Aahng... honestly..."
She said it like she was scolding someone incorrigible. In the end, this was just the continuation of what had started before dawn.
My massage must have felt that good — she melted soft under my hands.
"Wait a second..."
In a languid voice she spoke, then walked to the door and locked it. She came back, took my hand, and led me. She settled me onto a long, plush couch and guided my hands to her breasts.
"Do it comfortably here."
The words were barely out before her flushed face drew closer and her lips met mine with a soft smack. I had to calm the freefall in my chest. My pulse was hammering out of control. My eyes and mouth didn't know what to do with themselves.
Seeing my reaction, Jin Ayoung let out that little snort of a laugh again. Ah, damn. She'd seen right through me.
But she didn't seem to care. She closed her eyes and kissed me gently. I closed mine too and focused on exactly two things: the lips pressed to mine, and the two hands full of her breasts. It wasn't romantic, but I couldn't stop kneading them. Unlike before, every time I traced their full shape the skin sprang back with real elasticity. Gravity made them hang just right for holding.
And the kiss.
The tongue slipping into my mouth seemed to ask why I was so stiff. It took the place without resistance and folded itself over my palate and the whole of my tongue, working hard to share that sticky wetness.
I didn't leave her tongue alone either. The moment my thick tongue wrapped around her slender one, a sweet rush of pleasure slammed straight into my brain.
Kissing, Jin Ayoung eased me down onto my back, and I pulled her waist into my arms.
We kissed without any sense of time until she was the one who finally broke away. When I looked up at her with wandering eyes, she gave me a beautiful smile.
I felt the zipper of my jeans come down. Jin Ayoung pressed the tip of her finger against my hardened cock, testing it. Checking whether it was healthy, maybe. Either way, a woman's touch on my cock for the first time left it twitching and leaking precum without any control.
Satisfied I was ready, she took hold of the shaft and aimed the tip toward her lower body. At some point her pantyhose had been pulled halfway down her thighs.
I swallowed hard.
Finally.
Schlick—
My glans, wet with precum, nestled softly against the entrance of Jin Ayoung's already slick pussy.
My mouth wouldn't stop watering. The skirt hid the actual insertion, which only made it more obscene.
"Hnh..."
She must have felt it was a little tight — her body shuddered. My lips parted on their own, and as if we'd shared a telepathic signal, we pressed our upper bodies together and kissed again.
In the middle of that frantic kissing, my cock finished its entry and settled deep inside, pushing through walls that clamped down tight.
So this is what a woman feels like. Warm and wet inside. No — hot and sticky, more like. It pressed in from every direction as if it meant to grab what I'd put in and never let go. Little ridges clung to the shaft, and the urge to grind against them wouldn't stop. When I twisted my hips, she seemed to catch the signal and started moving her waist.
Schlick— thock, thock.
Her sex and my pubic hair met and parted. I hadn't noticed it while we were still, but the pleasure flared so hard it was almost blinding. Heat climbed my thighs in a rush, and sweat poured off my whole body like rain.
Nerves, maybe. The urge to come was already crawling up from the base of my cock, thick and imminent.
"Kh!"
I clamped my mouth shut and let out a single strangled cry. Jin Ayoung pulled me out of her, then quickly brought her face to my lower body and took my cock into her mouth. No — put it in. The moment her warm mouth wrapped softly around the head, I surged and emptied everything hot from deep inside.
Having a woman as beautiful as Jin Ayoung suck me off like that was a satisfaction I couldn't put into words. I covered my flushed face with a relatively cool palm and kept watching the pulsing below. She never took her mouth off the head the entire time I came. Eyes closed as if dizzy. It struck me all over again how far she and I had come. The meeting had been short, but every fingertip, every inch of skin, everything leading to this moment was burned into my memory so sharp it made my head clear.
Pop—
She pulled my cock from her mouth, eyes still squeezed shut. I'd only ever seen this in porn, but... sure enough. Like a criminal destroying evidence, Jin Ayoung swallowed the load still in her mouth down her throat. Then she looked at me and arched her eyebrows in a soft curve.
"Was it your first time?"
I nodded instead of answering.
She'd known all along. Embarrassment and a happiness I couldn't put into words rose up together. The relief of finally shedding that miserable virgin title. And the thought that I'd never forget this pleasure — plus a flicker of anxiety that I might not get through a single day without doing this again. It had been a short, happy moment.
Jin Ayoung came and lay down beside me, crushing into the narrow space so we were side by side. Her breasts were still bare, pantyhose still halfway down her thighs. She rested a hand on my chest, and I pulled her into my arms on pure reflex.
Jin Ayoung was trembling. Cold, maybe. I found her face — eyes closed, the rims of them flushed red.
"Just for a bit. Can we stay like this?"
When I asked, she let out a long, contented breath.
"Yes..."
I left that dreamlike stretch of time behind, went home, and fell into a deep sleep the second I hit the bed.
How long had it been since I'd slept that well?
I used to waste whole days, and when the thought hit me I'd put on porn and jerk off just to take the edge off. Even then I'd have energy left over and couldn't sleep, so I'd have to kill a bottle of soju just to get through the night. I'd swaggered around saying I was studying for the civil service exam — what a pathetic life that had been.
And yet that same me lay down a little past eleven and was out cold. Was this the real power of sex? From now on, as much as possible — as often as I could manage — I was going to do it.
The moment I woke up the next morning, I dialed the number on the business card.
"Hello, Head to Toe Women-Only Aesthetic."
Women-only... what?
I swallowed every curious question the unfamiliar phrasing raised.
"Ah — hello. My name is Kang Junhyun. Jin Ayoung referred me, so I'm calling."
"Kang Junhyun? One moment, please."
A brief silence, then again.
"When can you come in?"