Глава 3 — Встреча в пути. 1 (3)

Sunlight cut into his eyes. After a wild night spent in the sea, they had checked into a small hotel right on the shore, never bothering to take off their soaked clothes.

Morning light sliced through the gap in the curtains, blinding his eyes.

Their wet clothes were strewn across the floor, and under the blanket they lay naked, pressed against each other.

He stretched, reaching for the cigarettes and ashtray on the floor.

Exhale.

He took a deep drag, slowly releasing the smoke. Grey smoke drifted lazily through the sunbeams. He carefully waved it away with his hand, afraid she might wake up.

"Mmm..."

Maybe it was the smoke? She stirred, pulling her knees up and hugging the blanket tight. She lay there as if clinging to it.

He quietly slipped out of bed, lit a cigarette, and sat looking down at her.

Her body lay open under the morning sun — naked, glowing. Especially prominent were her nipples and the dark hair at her pubis. And also — memories: sex on the train, passion in the sea, her moaning lips. And now those same lips breathed quietly, sweeter than sleep. ^^

He finished his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, rinsing the salty sea water from his body.

Towel-drying his hair, he came back out — she was still asleep, hugging the blanket tightly.

"She must have overdone it last night."

Her legs were wrapped in the blanket, and her buttocks glistened in the sunbeams. For a woman her age — very firm. Between them — dark hair and pale pink lips of her vagina, tightly clenched like an oyster.

He slowly crawled toward her, crept closer, and carefully touched his tongue to the folds between her buttocks.

A sour smell. But at the same time — incredibly tender flesh.

Afraid to wake her, he began licking slowly, barely touching. Very slowly.

Her lips began to part slightly.

He carefully pushed his tongue deeper.

The sun shone directly on her buttocks and his face.

He gently lifted her leg with his hand.

Her pubic hair glistened in the sun, and a clear trickle with light foam flowed from her vagina.

Splash-splash.

He carefully gathered the leaked moisture with his tongue, as if licking it up.

"Ah... Want more."

He buried his face between her legs and pushed his tongue deep inside.

The slippery depth of her vagina. Warm moisture flowing from within.

Pushing his tongue deeper, he hit a bumpy wall — the G-spot.

He began to suck eagerly, almost roughly.

"Mm..."

She groaned. She opened her eyes, said nothing, just flipped him over.

Now they lay side by side, in a sixty-nine position.

Without hesitation she took his penis in her mouth and began to suck. He — her vagina.

Squish-squish, smack, smack...

"Mmm... Darling..."

From her mouth, busy with his penis, his name escaped.

He pulled back and looked at her. Disheveled, but very sweet.

She flipped him over, sat on top, and began kissing him on the lips.

Dry, but sticky from the night, her lips. His — smelling of toothpaste. They began furiously licking each other's tongues.

Then her tongue wandered down — along his neck, to his nipples. She began circling the tips with her tongue.

"Ah..."

He unconsciously clenched his fists. And she continued — her tongue went lower, to his stomach, to his pubis. Then with one hand she took his penis and began sucking eagerly, roughly.

Slurp, squelch, smack, smack...

He slightly lifted his head to look at her.

Her breasts swayed. His penis disappeared into her mouth, emerged — and disappeared again. The sun shone on her lowered head.

"Ah... Hannah..."

Yes. Her name — Cheong Su-hyeon. Hearing him say her name, she stopped sucking, looked at him, and climbed on top of him.

She took his penis in her hand, slowly lowered herself, aiming, and began rubbing it against her lips.

Her lubricant abundantly coated his penis.

And at the moment he felt her vagina slightly open, she sharply lowered herself, taking his penis inside.

"Aaa..."

She threw her head back and groaned loudly. Then she began moving, as if pounding a mortar.

Thud-thud.

"Ah... Hannah..."

She frowned, her face covered in sweat, sat on him, rocking her breasts, and furiously moved up and down.

Thud-thud.

"Aaa... I feel... Ah..."

She cried out that she felt it. Did she feel another man? Or was it an orgasm?

Inside her vagina, his penis was squeezed, as if waves were crashing. Her walls pressed against it, as if inflating a balloon to push out the sperm.

"Ah... Hannah... I'm about to come..."

Hearing this, she quickly pulled out his penis and, lowering her head, took it back into her mouth.

Glok. Glok.

Swallow-swallow-swallow.

She drank all his sperm. Then she pulled away, stood up, and slowly walked to the bathroom. Closed the door.

Water noise.

He smoked another cigarette.

Boom.

The door opened. She came out, shaking her hair. Without looking at him, she began dressing silently.

He sat, unable to say a word, just staring at her.

She stood there, already dressed in a cardigan. And he looked at her, still naked, frozen.

She quietly said:

"I won't forget you. And... thank you."

He couldn't answer. She slightly turned her head to the wall, wiping tears with her hand.

He tried to stand, but she waved him off and, without looking back, quietly walked out, closing the door.

He was left alone. For a moment, a stupid thought flashed through his head — maybe he should end it all?

He quickly pulled on his clothes and ran outside, as if fleeing.

But she was nowhere to be found.

He went to the sea, where they had been together.

A lone rock by the water. They were no longer there — only waves crashed against the stone.

He turned around and walked toward the station.

He stood in line at the ticket counter to buy a ticket to Seoul. There were many people — Saturday.

And suddenly — a familiar cardigan flashed.

"Hannah... Hannah..."

Whether she didn't hear or pretended not to — she passed through the turnstile.

And then about half a year later, when memories of her had already begun to fade, he went with the children to COEX. There was an exhibition called "Secrets of the Human Body." Many people came with their children.

The crowd pushed back and forth.

"Honey, how many people are there? Honestly..."

His wife was irritated.

He tightly held his children's hands, pushing through the crowd.

To see better, he stood on his tiptoes.

Oh God... It was Hannah. A familiar ponytail. He saw her face — she was looking around, searching for someone.

Next to her — a man, apparently her husband.

He stood, frozen, staring at her.

"Honey!!! What are you doing? Come on!"

His wife sharply called out to him and yanked his arm.

And so his journey with her ended — fading into memories.