Chapter 3 — The Woman I Met on the Journey. 1 (3)

Morning sunlight was blinding. After a night of hot sex with her in the open sea, we had checked into a small guesthouse near the shore, still wearing our soaked clothes.

The dawn light pierced through the gap in the curtains, stinging my eyes.

Our wet clothes were scattered across the floor, and beneath the blanket, she and I lay naked together.

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

Pff.

I took a deep drag, then exhaled slowly. Gray smoke curled through the sunlit air. Worried the smoke might wake her, I gently waved my hand to disperse it.

"Uhmm..."

Was it the cigarette smoke? She twisted her body slightly, lifting her legs onto the bed and hugging the blanket close like a child.

Quietly, I slipped out from under the covers, lit another cigarette, and sat watching her.

Sunlight bathed her bare body—the soft gleam of her nipples, the dark patch of pubic hair.

And fleeting images flashed through my mind: our wild coupling on the train, the lust in the ocean last night, her lips trembling with moans. Now, those same lips breathed softly in sleep.^^

I stubbed out the cigarette and went to the bathroom. Turned on the shower, washing away every trace of salt and sea.

Drying my hair with a towel as I stepped out, I found her still curled beneath the blanket, fast asleep.

Must've drunk too much yesterday.

Her legs were tightly wrapped in the blanket, but her buttocks shimmered in the sunlight peeking over the fabric. For someone I'd call "ma'am," her ass was surprisingly firm. Between her cheeks, the dark curls of her pubic hair parted slightly—revealing the pink folds of her pussy, clenched shut like a delicate seashell.

I crawled slowly toward her on my knees, then gently pressed my tongue against that slit.

A faint tangy scent. Yet the inner flesh was impossibly soft.

Afraid she might wake, I licked slowly—barely touching, teasing the surface.

Her folds began to part ever so slightly.

I pushed my tongue in a little deeper.

Sunlight fell across her ass and my face.

With one hand, I gently lifted her leg higher over the blanket.

Her pubic hair sparkled in the light, and a glistening stream trickled from her pussy—slightly foamy.

Drip drip drip.

I used my tongue to gently lap up the liquid spilling from her, rubbing it softly like tasting dew.

Ah… I want more.

I buried my face between her thighs, plunging my tongue deep inside.

Her slick, slippery walls. Her wetness flowing freely.

Pushing deeper with my tongue, I found the rough, ridged texture—the G-spot.

I sucked hard, wildly, without restraint.

"Mmm..."

She let out a soft moan. Without a word, still half-asleep, she rolled me over.

Now lying side by side, we shifted into a 69 position.

She took my cock into her mouth without hesitation, and I dove into her pussy just as fiercely.

Slurp, suck, lick, pull.

"Uhmm... hmmm... baby..."

Her lips released my cock for a second, murmuring my name.

I pulled back and looked at her. Her face was messy, drowsy—but strangely cute.

Then she pushed me down and climbed on top, pressing her lips to mine.

Her tongue, dry from sleep yet sticky with warmth, tangled with mine—minty from toothpaste. We devoured each other's tongues hungrily.

Then her tongue trailed down my neck, sliding lower.

She flicked the tip of my tongue around my nipple.

Twitch.

Unconsciously, I clenched my fist. Then lower—down my abdomen, past my pubic hair—she grabbed my cock and started sucking hard.

Suck, gulp, slurp, pull.

I lifted my head slightly to watch.

Her breasts swayed with motion. My cock disappeared between her pretty lips, then vanished completely into her mouth. Sunlight poured over her bowed head.

"Ah… Grace..."

Yes. Her name was Grace Jeon. At the sound of her name, she paused, looked up at me, then climbed onto my stomach.

She gripped my cock and slowly lowered herself, grinding her wet slit against it.

Her juices smeared all over my shaft.

Then, feeling her inner walls begin to open, she aligned my cock with her entrance—and sank down, impaling herself fully.

"Aaah!"

She threw her head back, moaning loudly, then began riding me like pounding mortar.

Thud, thud.

"Ah… Grace..."

She grimaced, sweat soaking her face, bouncing up and down on top of me, her breasts jiggling wildly.

Thud, thud.

"Aaaaah! I feel it! Ah"

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

My cock, gripped tightly within her spasming walls, swelled like a balloon inflating—pushing outward, desperate to erupt.

"Ah… Grace… I'm gonna cum."

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

Glurk, gulp.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

She swallowed every drop. Then pulled away, stood up, and walked slowly into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Shhhhh.

I heard the shower running. I lit another cigarette.

Thud.

The door opened again. She emerged, shaking her hair dry. Without looking at me, she began quietly dressing.

I sat frozen, staring at her.

She put on her cardigan. I remained naked, dazed, eyes fixed on her.

Softly, she spoke one line.

"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 fingers.

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

Left alone. For a moment, a ridiculous thought crossed my mind—should I kill myself?

I quickly dressed and rushed outside like fleeing.

Nowhere. She was nowhere to be seen.

I walked to the beach where we had been.

A single rock stood by the sea. Our traces were gone—only waves crashing against it.

I turned back and headed to the station.

Waiting in line at the ticket counter to buy a ticket to Seoul. It was Saturday—lots of people.

Among the crowd, a flash of a familiar cardigan.

"Grace! Grace!"

Did she not hear? Or did she pretend not to? She passed through the gate and disappeared.

And about six months later, when even her memory had begun to fade,

I took the kids to COEX. An exhibit—“The Mysterious Secrets of the Human Body.” Everyone brought their kids.

Pushed this way, shoved that way.

"Honey, why are there so many people? Ugh."

My wife was annoyed.

I held both kids' hands tightly, swept along in the crowd.

Standing on tiptoe to see ahead—

Huh?!

Grace. That familiar bob haircut. I saw her face turning back, searching for someone.

Beside her, a man—probably her husband.

I stared, dumbfounded.

"Honey!!! What are you doing? Aren't you coming?!"

My wife shrieked, yanking my arm sharply.

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