Chapter 3 — The Woman I Met on a Trip - Part 1 (3)

Morning sunlight was blinding.

After a night of scorching sex with her in the open sea, we'd checked into a small guesthouse near the shore, still wearing our soaked clothes.

The morning light seeped through the curtains, stinging my eyes.

Our wet clothes were scattered across the floor, and beneath the sheets, we lay naked together.

I reached out, pulling the cigarettes and ashtray from the floor toward me.

"Phew ~~~"

I took a deep drag, then exhaled slowly.

Gray smoke spiraled through the sunlight...

I gently waved my hand to disperse the smoke, afraid it might wake her.

"Uhmm ~~~"

Was it the cigarette smoke? She twisted her body slightly.

Her legs drawn up over the blanket, hugging it close like a lover.

I quietly slipped out from under the sheets, lit another cigarette, and sat watching her.

Her naked body bathed in sunlight.

Her nipples glistening even more, her dark pubic hair, and the memory of our wild sex on that passing train.

The raw passion of the night sea.

Her lips, once moaning hotly, now softly breathing in peaceful sleep.^^

I crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and headed to the bathroom.

Turned on the shower, washing away every trace of salt and sea.

Drying my hair with a towel, I stepped out—she was still curled under the blanket, fast asleep.

"Guess she drank too much last night."

Her legs were wrapped tightly in the blanket, but her ass peeked out, glowing in the sunlight.

For an older woman, her buttocks were surprisingly firm.

And between them, a glimpse of her dark pubic hair.

Her pussy, like a delicate pink clamshell, slightly parted.

I crawled slowly toward her on my knees and gently touched her slit with my tongue.

A tangy scent. Yet her inner flesh was impossibly soft.

Afraid she might wake, I licked slowly—barely touching, teasing with the lightest strokes.

Her clamshell began to open slightly.

I pushed my tongue in a little deeper.

Sunlight bathed her ass and my face.

I gently lifted one of her legs over the blanket.

Her pubic hair sparkled in the light, and a glistening stream flowed from her pussy.

With a little foam... dribbling softly ~~~

I slowly licked up the liquid oozing from her slit, rubbing it with my tongue like velvet.

"Ah ~~~" I want more ~~~"

I buried my face between her legs, thrusting my tongue deep inside.

Her slick, slippery walls.

Her flowing juices.

Pushing deeper with my tongue, I found the rough, textured ridge inside.

The G-spot.

I sucked hard—wildly, fiercely.

"Uhmm ~~~" Hmmm ~~~"

She moaned.

She woke—but said nothing. Just silently rolled me over.

We lay side by side, settling into a 69 position.

She took my cock into her mouth without hesitation, sucking me fiercely, while I devoured her pussy just as greedily.

Slp ~~~

Slp ~~~

Suck ~~~" Slurp ~~~

Suck ~~~" Slurp ~~~

"Uhmm ~~~" Hmmm ~~~" Baby..."

Her lips wrapped around my cock called out to me.

I pulled back, looking at her.

Her face was a little messy, but oddly cute.

She pushed me down and climbed on top of me.

Then she kissed my lips deeply.

Her tongue—dry from sleep but sticky with desire—met mine, fresh with the scent of toothpaste.

We wildly licked at each other's tongues.

Then her tongue trailed down my neck.

She flicked her tongue around my nipples.

Twitch ~~~

I instinctively clenched my fists.

Then lower—down my stomach, through my pubic hair—she grabbed my cock and started sucking hard.

Suck ~~~" Suck~ Chuu~~~p ~~~

Chuu~~~p ~~~" Mmm ~~~

I lifted my head slightly to watch her.

Her breasts swaying, my cock slipping between her pretty lips.

Fully visible one moment—then swallowed whole the next.

Sunlight shone over her bowed head.

"Ah ~~~" Grace ~~~"

Yes. Her name was Jeon! Grace!!!

At the sound of her name, she stopped sucking, looked at me, then climbed onto my stomach.

She grabbed my cock and hovered over her pussy, rubbing the tip up and down her wet slit.

Her juices smeared all over my shaft.

Then, as I felt her inner walls begin to open—

Slurrrp ~~~

She sank down, impaling herself fully on my cock.

"Ah ~~~"

"Ah ~~~"

She threw her head back, moaning loudly.

Then she began to ride me, thrusting up and down like pounding rice.

Thud ~~~

Thud ~~~

Thud ~~~

Thud ~~~

"Ah ~~~" Grace ~~~"

She grimaced, her face drenched in sweat, riding me hard, her breasts bouncing wildly.

Thud ~~~

Thud ~~~ Thud ~~~ Thud ~~~

"Ah ~~~" Ah ~~~" Ah ~~~" I feel it ~~~" Ah ~~~"

She cried out that she could feel it.
Was she feeling another man? Or was it her orgasm?

Inside her pussy, my cock throbbed violently as her walls clenched like a balloon inflating, then—

It surged, ready to erupt.

"Ah~ Grace ~~~" I'm gonna cum ~~~"

At my words, she quickly pulled off, bent down, and took my cock deep into her mouth.

Gurgle ~~~" Ssshh ~~~

Mmm ~~~" Gulp ~~~" Gulp ~~~

She swallowed every drop.

Then she pulled away, stood up.

Without a word, she walked slowly to the bathroom and closed the door.

Shhhhh ~~~

I heard the shower running.

I lit another cigarette.

Thud ~~~

The door opened again. She stepped out, shaking her hair.

Without looking at me, she quietly began dressing.

I sat frozen, saying nothing, just staring at her.

She stood there in her cardigan.

I sat naked, dazed, staring up at her.

She whispered softly,

"I'll never forget you. And... thank you."

I couldn't say a word.

She turned her face slightly toward the wall, wiping tears with her hand.

When I tried to stand, she waved me off—kept her face to the wall, quietly closed the door, and left.

Left me alone.

Just like that.

For a moment—

"Should I just kill myself alone?"

A ridiculous thought flashed through my mind.

I quickly dressed and rushed outside like I was fleeing.

Nowhere. I couldn't see her anywhere.

I walked to the beach where we'd been.

A lone rock stood by the sea.

Our two figures from last night were gone—only waves crashing against the stone.

I turned and walked back to the station.

I stood in line at the ticket counter, about to buy a ticket back to Seoul.

It was Saturday—quite a crowd.

And then, between the people—just a glimpse of a cardigan.

"Grace ~~~" Grace ~~~"

Did she not hear? Or did she pretend not to?

She passed through the gate.

About six months later, when even her memory had started to fade, I took the kids to COEX.

The Mystery of the Human Body Exhibition!!!

Everyone had brought their children.

Pushed here, shoved there...

"Honey~ Why so many people? Everyone's so annoying."

My wife was irritated.

I held both kids' hands tightly, getting jostled in the crowd.

I stood on my toes to see ahead.

Huh ~~~" It's Grace.

That familiar bob haircut.

I saw her face turn back, searching for someone—probably her child.

Beside her, a man—likely her husband.

I stood there, stunned, staring at her.

"Honey!!! What are you doing? Why aren't you moving?"

My wife snapped sharply, yanking my arm.

And just like that, my journey with her sank deeper into memory.