Yura twisted slowly on the seat, her body rolled over with a single movement that made Jaeho's heart miss a few beats. He reacted on instinct, sliding back just enough to tuck his throbbing cock between his thighs, clamping his legs together to hide the outline of his cock that strained against his shorts. He couldn't let Yura see this, it would definitely make for an awkward situation.
The pressure only made it ache more, the head trapped and pulsing, but at least it wasn't poking out.
She settled onto her back, eyes closed to protect her eyes from the sun because she was now facing the sun directly. And there it was, all of her, laid out like a feast for his starving eyes
Her body was the perfect thing to tempt him into sinning. Those massive tits shook with each inhale, spilling over the fragile cups of her bikini top, the fabric stretched across nipples that poked through, buttons begging to be twisted.
They were udders in the best way, swollen orbs that jiggled faintly with every movement. It looked like it could produce milk if he sucked hard enough.
Her belly was adorable, enough fat hanging out softly above her bikini bottoms, a roll of jelly was the best way to describe it with her thick thighs slightly spread open just enough to reveal her pussy outlined faintly through the thin material, cameltoe was visible and damp from sweat.
Her ass cheeks, still marked from his earlier massage, peeked out from the sides.
She had a body built for fucking, every inch screaming to be groped, licked, and filled until she overflowed.
Jaeho swallowed hard, glancing around the secluded pool area. No one was coming as she lived alone as he had seen no signs of her having help either.
Why did she trust him like this? Eyes closed, vulnerable, letting a near stranger's hands roam around her body. Was it naivety? He shook off the thought, pouring more lotion into his palms and starting with her belly. His fingers sank into the flesh, rubbing it into the soft, jiggly body fat, working downward in slow spirals toward her navel. It wobbled under his touch, and he fought the urge to dip lower.
He knew better than to go for her breasts, they were off-limits without explicit permission. Instead, he moved to her thighs, palms gliding over the inner thighs, thumbs pressing into the tender spots.
The lotion made her skin shine, and he worked it upward, massaging the heavy muscles under his grip, inching closer to the heat radiating from her crotch.
From the thighs, he trailed up her sides, avoiding the undersides of her tits, then to her neck. His hands went around the slender column, fingers rubbing in firm circles along her collarbones, thumbs stroking the hollow of her throat. It felt possessive, like he was collaring her.
Yura's eyes fluttered open right then, locking onto his with a gaze that made him freeze.
The position, his hands around her neck, like he was seconds from choking her out.
Jaeho's face flushed red, but she just smirked, she saw right through him, before closing her eyes again.
"Nervous?" she murmured.
"Don't be. My breasts need massaging too. Get the lotion everywhere, or I'll burn," Yura told him and there it was, permission to grope her breasts.
Jaeho gulped as his hands hung just above her massive breasts. He reached, fingers brushing the tops of her tits, the way they threatened to burst free. But Yura chuckled, a low, teasing sound that stopped him cold.
"You know," she said, eyes still shut.
"It's beginning to look like it was you who sent that text," Yura said.
The message she had mentioned earlier, the one talking about fucking her. Jaeho realized he had gotten carried away. He paniced, and yanked his hands back. Self-control had been his anchor, but now it felt like it had betrayed him.
Yura sat up, her tits bouncing all over the place, eyes opening and fixed on him. She glanced down at his crotch, even tucked, the outline of his erection was obvious.
She knew; of course she did. No straight man could resist this, not with her body on display the way it was. Jaeho stammered,
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-!" He was quick to apologize.
She giggled, waving it off, her laughter light and genuine.
"Relax, Jaeho. I'm only messing with you again. You're sweet when you're flustered." Yura said while standing, she stretched, then reached into a bag by the chaise.
"This is what you helped me buy today," she said, pulling out a lacy black bra, the kind with reinforced cups and underwire that looked industrial strength. She held it up against her chest, the fabric paled in comparison to her bust.
"See? High-quality. No wonder it holds these beasts without ripping apart," Yura complimented it and Jaeho realized she must have both a pair as it had a similar fabric to the one she wore.
Jaeho stared, impressed by the material which was of high quality but from the price alone, he expected this much.
"It suits you," he managed to say.
He was glad he helped, but now was the perfect time to test the thing that multiplied what he earned.
"I have an idea on what else would look good on you—something to match." But then he remembered his phone, cracked and useless from his scuffle with the bullies.
"My phone's busted, though," Jaeho confessed.
"What do you have in mind? Tell me," Yura questioned.
"It'll be a surprise. Trust me," Jaeho knew he should have kept his mouth shut.
She pouted playfully but nodded, turning toward the house. Jaeho watched her walk away, momentarily taken aback by her behind, the way her ass cheeks shifted with each step. She disappeared inside, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Minutes later, she returned, a box in hand.
"Here," she said, handing it to him. Inside were three iPhones, the latest models.
"Not just for you. One for each of your sisters too, they shouldn't be using your phone. Consider it thanks for the massage," Yura said but the fact she had bought three showed she was planning to give him regardless of if he massaged or not.
"Yura, I... thank you. This is too much," Jaeho searched for the right words but deep inside, something was off, ulterior. Why was Yura doing all of this for him?