7. The Battery Commander's Dinner Invitation (2)
"Huuuuh..."
As I let out a deep sigh and my head drooped low, my eyes locked onto the battery commander's slutty T-panties clutched in my left hand—and beyond them, my massive cock, hugely erect and throbbing desperately in my sight.
Still reeking of her seductive female musk, those panties paired perfectly with my dick, pulsing like it was protesting, begging me to stroke it off and let it spray its load. In that moment, my body desperately craved pleasure, but the rationality snapped back by the battery commander's sudden knock insisted I put the panties back, deflate this erection, and get the hell out of the bathroom fast.
Yeah, can't be doing this shit on the first day...
Under the pressure of not knowing when she'd return, after a brief internal debate, I decided to heed the voice of reason.
"Tsk... haaah..."
For one last hit, I brought the black T-panties to my nose and inhaled deeply, her intoxicating feminine scent flooding my lungs and sending electric jolts through my brain. Then, I shoved my left hand into the washing machine to return them.
For a split second, the impulse hit: Stuff these in my pocket and take 'em home? But I shook my head and let go. No point in following reason only to risk getting caught later.
Now, the real challenge: killing the full-throated erection still threatening to rip through my shorts. Easier said than done.
Gurgle... whooosh... click. After wiping up the precum-soaked panties with some tissue as best I could, I flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom. The battery commander, who'd set the table with bowls and chopsticks, turned toward me.
Just as the awkward bathroom fiasco threatened to tank the mood, the doorbell rang like clockwork.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
The chime hit, and she and I bolted for the door without a word. We ended up side by side in this awkward half-touching stance, opening it to grab the pig's feet delivery.
Clack.
"Enjoy your meal."
The delivery guy handed over the bag the second the door opened, tossed a perfunctory greeting, and vanished. The near-awkward vibe dissolved into something manageable, letting us start dinner like nothing had happened.
Rustle rustle. Rip...
As I pulled out the disposable containers from the plastic bag, she tore open the packaging. Soon, steaming pig's feet and sides covered the table—dinner was served.
I set the bag under the table and started to sit when Captain Lee Seon-ah headed for the fridge with a suggestion.
"Just pig's feet feels kinda plain—wanna do a shot? Oh, if you can't handle booze, Jaejun, say so now. I'll switch to cola."
"Booze is fine!"
I half-replied from my half-seated position. She grabbed a bottle of soju and two glasses, returning to the table and plopping down. As her plump ass compressed against the chair, bulging out sideways, I swallowed hard.
God, I want that firm, massive ass grinding on my hands... my face...
The thought flashed as she expertly popped the soju cap and reached over. I cupped my glass with both hands to receive it. I poured her a shot in return, and our first dinner together officially kicked off.
Clink~
"Kuh... Once more, welcome to the battery, Jaejun. Let's get along great."
"Yes, ma'am! Looking forward to it."
We clinked, downed our shots, exchanged well-wishes, and dug into the spicy and regular pig's feet.
Nearly an hour after that first shot, the table held about a third of the pig's feet left, plus two empty soju bottles.
Our speech had softened toward each other, the topics turning more personal and light.
"Oh right! Almost forgot to ask. You got a girlfriend, Jaejun?"
"Nah, none. What about you, ma'am? Anyone special?"
After Kim Somi-senior yesterday, this girlfriend question again had me a bit salty. Blaming the booze, I fired back at Captain Lee Seon-ah about her boyfriend status.
But her face hardened instantly at my counterattack...
Shit...
Sensing things heading south, I scrambled to salvage it—but she beat me, tossing back the half-shot in her glass and speaking first.
"We broke up yesterday, punk."
"Guh!"
I'd inhaled in panic, thinking it was over, when her rigid expression across the table began to melt. Soon, she flashed a bright smile and burst into laughter like nothing happened.
"Hahaha! Kidding! Split two years ago—I'm solo too. A shining single! Hahaha."
"Ma'am... you scared the shit outta me..."
Relief mixed with mild annoyance as she howled with laughter, even belting out an old tune. But that faded quick—her jiggling tits, bouncing wildly under her thin tee as she clapped and laughed, filled my vision. Only filthy lust remained in me now.
Encased in a sports bra, they still bounced dizzyingly with each clap. That much spring despite the support... Can't wait to feel those raw melons.
Her laughter finally died down.
"Phew... Sorry if that bummed you out. Your panicked face was just too funny."
"Ma'am... I nearly groveled on the floor, begging forgiveness."
"Pfft, what? Hahaha."
Still catching her breath from the hysterics, she poured us both refills. I grumbled playfully back at her.
We downed them together. Hiding sleazy intent behind genuine curiosity, I tossed another question her way.
"But seriously, ma'am—you're so pretty with that killer body. How are you single?"
"Oho~ Kim Jaejun, laying on the flattery?"
"No flattery, ma'am—I'm legit curious."
"Kid, butter me up all you want, ain't no reward comin'."
Pretending to brush off my indirect praise, she couldn't hide her shy smile or the upward twitch of her lips. Women weaken at looks compliments, huh? Seeing her perk up, I pressed on.
"If we'd known each other before, I'd have confessed or at least shot my shot by now. Weird as hell."
"Tell me about it. Being military kills the blind dates these days... But Jaejun... nah. More drinks."
She hesitated like she might spill something, then lifted her glass instead. I wanted to pry—what?—but the weird vibe she gave off stopped me cold.
We clinked and slammed another. To shake off the sudden dip, I switched topics.
"Ma'am, got a question."
"Shoot."
"That... ass. Workouts?"
"Damn right! Three years of grind to hit 42 inches!"
Her pride in that booty was massive—eyes wide, voice booming.
So those monster cheeks were 42 inches... Next, her eyes gleamed mysteriously as she shot back.
"But why my ass outta nowhere?"
"My lower body's lagging, especially the glutes. Thought maybe you could help?"
"Hmm... Your squats earlier looked solid. But yeah, bulking 'em more wouldn't hurt."
She explained glute importance and top exercises. Soon, buzzing with energy, she stood, grabbed a yellow resistance band from the living room corner, and looped it under her knees.
Then she sidled right up beside me—thrusting that 42-inch monster ass my way...
"Like I said, squats are great for glutes, but throw in 'banded side steps' like this? Perfection."
Squeeeze... ❤️
Her plump ass mere 50cm away wrecked me—the thin line I'd toed snapped, my cock surging to full mast.