The night had grown dark over Busan, wrapping the city in quiet as Yura was priviledged to live in the better part of Busan. Yura lay back in her big bedroom, the smooth silk sheets brushing her bare legs as she took a sip of cold white wine on her bedside table.
The place fely empty mirroring how alone she was. It had been forever since someone touched her right, strong masculine hands moving over her skin, and that longing all came from her fresh divorce.
Her ex had ditched her without a second thought, but she wasn't about to fall apart and had to admit her recent interaction with Jaeho might have made things worse.
She had to keep up her image in this town full of rumors and gossip, one wrong move with some guy, and she would just be another story for the rich folks to whisper about which would affect her social standing.
That's why she kept to herself, protecting her heart and body with a cool, distant front. But the loneliness ate at her anyway, like an itch she couldn't reach. For a second, she thought about calling her ex, inviting him over to just slide his cock into her and take the edge off. But no, that would drag her right back into the mess she had gotten out of.
She pushed the phone away and let out a long breath. The run in with Jaeho from yesterday popped into her head without warning, drawing her into the recollection.
Yesterday afternoon, the sun beat down hot on the pool deck of her luxury condo. Yura lounged by the water in her tiniest bikini, the kind that barely covered her full breasts and left her ass cheeks peeking out. She knew she looked good, curves in all the right places, skin glowing from the oil she had put on. But the heat made her sticky, and she called out for Jaeho to help with more lotion.
Jaeho showed up quick, this young man, with that earnest face and shy expression. He was new to this, she figured, from the way he fumbled the bottle at first annd his eyes darting away from her body like he was scared to look too long.
He knelt down beside her chaise, squirting lotion into his palms. His hands trembled as they touched her shoulders, spreading the cool cream in circles. She sighed, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.
"Lower," she murmured, eyes half-closed, her voice husky with a hint of command.
Jaeho's fingers slid down her spine, hesitant at first, then bolder as he reached her lower back. The bikini bottom rode up, exposing more of her ass, and she didn't fix it. Instead, she parted her thighs a little, letting him see the outline of her pussy lips through the thin fabric. His breath hitched, she could hear it, and his hands moved to her thighs, massaging the lotion in deep.
"That's it, right there," Yura encouraged, her expression one of lazy pleasure, biting her lip as heat built between her legs. Jaeho's thumbs brushed the edge of her ass cheeks, and she pushed back against him, making him grip harder. He was getting into it now, his young cock probably stiffening in his shorts, but he didn't say a word, just kept rubbing, inching closer to her inner thighs.
This was Yura's point of view, everythign she felt that day that Jaeho was oblivious to, this was her recalling the event from her point of view.
She flipped over then, propping up on her elbows so her breasts nearly spilled out. Nipples hard already, poking against the bikini top.
"Don't forget the front," she said, her tone playful but insistent, locking eyes with him to see the flush on his cheeks.
Jaeho swallowed hard, lotion-slick hands moving to her stomach, then up to the undersides of her tits. She arched into his touch, letting him cup them fully, thumbs grazing her nipples through the fabric. A soft moan escaped her lips, real and needy. His face was all wide-eyed innocence, but his body betrayed him, pants tented obvious now.
Back in her bedroom now, the memory flooded Yura's senses. Her hand drifted to her chest, slipping under her loose tank top to pinch one nipple, rolling it between her fingers just like she would have wanted Jaeho to. It sent a jolt straight to her pussy, already swollen.
She kicked off her shorts and panties in one go, spreading her legs wide on the bed. The air hit her bare skin, cool against the heat building there.
Her pussy was soaked, lips puffy and glistening. She traced a finger along her slit, shivering at the wetness. Imagining Jaeho's clumsy hands, she dipped one finger inside, then two, curling them to hit that spot deep within. Her thumb found her clit, pressing and circling, building the pressure slow at first.
In her mind, Jaeho was climbing over her, shedding his clothes, his cock. young and hard, poised at her entrance. She added a third finger, stretching herself to match his imagined girth, thrusting in and out with wet sounds filling the room. Her free hand mauled her breast, twisting the nipple hard, while her hips bucked up off the sheets.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped to the empty room, her voice raw and breathless, face contorted in building ecstasy. Faster now, fingers plunging deep, thumb grinding her clit relentlessly.
Her pussy clenched around her hand, juices dripping down to her ass. The fantasy sharpened with Jaeho's innocent eyes watching her, his cock sliding in, filling her completely as he moaned her name.
The orgasm hit like crack, her body seizing up. She screamed out, a sinful cry echoing off the walls, pussy gushing around her fingers as she rode the spasms. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, leaving her trembling and spent.
Finally, she slumped back, pulling her fingers free and bringing them to her lips. She licked them clean, tasting her own salty sweetness, a satisfied smirk on her face. Jaeho's innocence lingered in her thoughts, that mix of eagerness and naivety. Maybe tomorrow she'd call him back, see if he could make the fantasy real. For now, the loneliness eased, replaced by a warm afterglow in the deepening night.