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“Sorry, sorry! I’m here, I’m here! I’m so sorry!”
Jisu holds back a sigh as her date removes his jacket. Droplets of rain wet the pristine tablecloth, a few landing in the half-empty bread basket Jisu’s been picking at for the past half-hour.
“Hi! I'm so sorry. You must be Jisu? I’m Minseok.”
Jisu stares at the hand extended in front of her and barely suppresses an eye roll. She’s not usually so rude. Nearly never so obvious about it, at least. But she can’t help the annoyance bittering the back of her throat. Not at his tardiness, no. Not even at his disheveled appearance or lack of a text message or the way he hadn’t bothered wiping his damp hand before offering it to her.
It's none of those things.
The reason for Jisu’s annoyance sits at the bar, lazily tracing the rim of a glass half-filled with something dark. Or, more accurately, Jisu's annoyed that Minseok has interrupted the little game she’s been playing with the most beautiful woman she's seen in her life. All they’ve done so far is shoot each other playful glances and half-coy smirks, but Jisu’s already lightheaded from the attention.
Still, she shakes Minseok’s hand and gestures toward the seat in front of her. There’s no point in disappointing her mother for the hundredth time. She waits as Minseok adjusts his seat. As he smooths down his damp sweater and rakes back his wet hair. He pauses his movements and narrows his eyes when he notices the bottle of wine between them.
“I see you’ve helped yourself. Not too expensive, I hope?”
Jisu wants to take the bottle and wack him on the head with it. She glances at the bar and watches the woman giggle at something one of her companions must have said. She seems to be having a good enough time in the company of the men around her, but Jisu can see how her eyes keep straying from thick forearms and rolled-up sleeves, drifting to Jisu’s table instead.
Jisu can tell she's interested and perhaps just tipsy enough to do something about it. Her eyes won't stop dragging over Jisu's body, all slow and lazy, drink now ignored in favor of eye-fucking Jisu from across the room. Jisu takes a deep breath and crosses her legs, fighting the urge to pull down her dress to hide the exposed part of her thigh. She steels herself and subtly leans forward to offer up a view of her cleavage, not at all for Minseok’s benefit, the hunger in the woman's eyes making her uncharacteristically confident.
“Your wallet’s safe,” she tells Minseok without gentling her tone. “It was a gift.”
His brows disappear behind the damp fringe that keeps falling into his eyes. “Someone you know?”
Not yet.
“No,” she answers, not bothering to elaborate.
“Oh,” Minseok says after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. “Well then. I guess we owe our mysterious patron a thank you.”
“My,” Jisu corrects.
“What?”
“I was alone, so that makes her my mysterious patron, no?”
“Her? Well, I guess I have nothing to worry about then.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that.”
Jisu holds back a chuckle at his baffled expression. “I’m bi.”
It takes a few beats for her words to register and then, “Oh!” His face brightens, taking on an expression of delight. Jisu already knows where this is going.
“Would you—”
“I need to use the ladies’ room,” Jisu interrupts.
She passes the mystery woman and her entourage on her way to the bathroom. She feels the weight of dark, feline eyes tracking her trajectory, prickling every inch of her exposed skin.
She rushes inside and blows out a deep breath. She feels unmoored. She blinks at her reflection and smooths down her dress. She adjusts her tits and lets her palms linger, caressing and squeezing, imagining another pair of hands covering her own. A part of her feels dangerous: femme fatale out on the prowl, men dropping like flies around her. Another quieter part of her feels foolish: little girl playing dress up in her mother's fancy clothes. She's never done anything this bold before.
She could leave right now if she wanted to. She could scrawl her number on a napkin to leave at the bar and sneak out the back door. She could forgo the note and just slip away, remain a good girl. She could take a warm bath once back in her apartment, tease herself with her favorite dildo. She could drag out her orgasm, imagine wavy locks tangled through her fingers, soft lips kissing their way up her thighs. She could fuck herself rougher than she normally would, picture teeth leaving marks across her skin, swirls of bruises decorating her hips. She could keep making herself cum until she was shaking.
Her mother would be livid at her for ditching Minseok, but right now, no other thought is more tempting.
With a sigh, she turns on the faucet, but just as she’s about to splash water on her flushed face, the door swings open. Startled, she looks up. The mystery woman holds eye contact with her through the mirror as the door clicks shut behind her.
“Hi,” the woman says, followed by a soft hum of approval as her gaze lowers a fraction and Jisu’s nipples harden beneath her stare.
Jisu’s mouth snaps shut. The woman’s lips curl into a teasing grin as she closes the distance between them. Jisu holds her breath as the woman leans around her and turns the faucet off.
“I’m Minhee,” she says, resting her hip against the counter, pulling her hair to one side to expose her neck, angling her body towards Jisu.
Jisu's breath hitches. She swallows.
“Jisu.”
Minhee arches a perfect brow with such precision that Jisu's convinced she must have practiced that look a thousand times to get it just right.
“Jisu,” Minhee murmurs, airy and sweet like a lover might from between the sheets. “It’s nice to meet you.” She doesn’t reach out to take her hand. Instead, she seems to be waiting for Jisu's next move.
Jisu wipes her palms on her dress before wringing her hands together. “You have good taste,” she says and the regret is immediate. Minhee’s eyes light up, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to stifle her laughter. “—in wine! I mean, you have good taste in wine!” Jisu finishes quickly, blood rushing to her cheeks again.
There’s a startling contrast between how controlled she is when men fawn over her, to how quickly she’s reduced to an absolute mess when caught in the sights of a beautiful girl. For all her false bravado, nothing gets her weak in the knees like a gorgeous woman in such close proximity to her. Minhee licks her lips and all Jisu can focus on is how her mouth looks just as red and inviting as the wine she left abandoned at the table.
Along with her date.
There must be something in her expression because the next thing Minhee says is, “How long before you need to get back?”
Jisu could be honest, admit she’s planning an escape, maybe invite Minhee to come home with her. But the rasp of Minhee’s voice and the flash of danger in her eyes spark Jisu's curiosity past the point of no return. How far would she be willing to go?
Jisu's heart quickens. She lifts her chin and musters up the courage to say, “However long it takes.”
Minhee's eyes widen a fraction, seemingly taken aback by the forwardness. Jisu wonders if she's making a terrible mistake.
Thankfully, she isn’t left wondering for long.
Time speeds up, the ground beneath her shifting. One moment her feet are planted firmly on the floor and the next her ass is pressed against the counter, Minhee's hands roaming her body before reaching upwards to cup her face. Jisu releases a shuddering breath, frantically nodding as Minhee pulls her into a searing kiss. Her hands skim up Minhee's silk blouse to knead her warm flesh and she swears she's never touched anything softer. They've barely done anything but Jisu knows this is something from which she won't easily recover.
Jisu's broken out of her thoughts by warm hands roughly rucking up dress. “Can I—”
“Please, please, I want you,” Jisu admits. Minhee smirks at her and Jisu melts into a puddle under her touch.
“Up.” Not a request but an order. “Let me see just how good my taste is.”
Jisu buries her face in Minhee's neck and whines before obeying and hopping up onto the counter. A strangled gasp leaves her when her bare skin hits the cool surface. Minhee shushes her with a gentle, “I’ve got you.”
Jisu's stomach swoops as Minhee slots herself between her legs. She tugs the top of Jisu's dress off and leans down, swirling her tongue around a nipple before taking it into her mouth. Jisu hisses at the sudden scrape of teeth. “Wait—”
Minhee stills, instantly pulling back to check her over. “What’s wrong?”
“The door,” she pants. “Is it locked?”
Minhee's smile is sharp and predatory. “Maybe,” she hedges, “if you want it to be.” Her lips brush against Jisu's ear. “But doesn't it get you wet, baby? Thinking about your boyfriend coming to look for you only to find my tongue buried in your pussy?”
Jisu's answering moan is loud and desperate. And maybe she should explain that Minseok's not her boyfriend, but she’s not going to ruin this moment, the heat Minhee's words ignite in her belly.
Their eyes meet again, mouths crashing soon after, Minhee's hand tangled in Jisu's hair to keep her in place. Minhee's authority rolls off of her in waves, searing every inch of Jisu's skin, latching onto whatever sensitive flesh will make her shudder and gasp the most. Jisu's dress barely looks like a dress anymore, hiked above the swell of her ass and exposing her hardened nipples to the air. Minhee rolls one of them between her forefinger and thumb, leaning down to suck the other into her mouth.
“Not f-fair,” Jisu gasps. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” She arches her back as Minhee slides her soaked panties down her legs and stuffs them into her purse.
“I know, honey. I’ll make up for it later,” Minhee promises, the implication alone sending a thrill up Jisu's spine. Minhee sinks down to the floor. “Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.”
Jisu’s head drops back and hits the mirror at the words. The ghost of a kiss finds the inside of her knee.
“That’s it,” Minhee cues. Her praise does wonders to Jisu's body, has her shuddering and spreading her legs even wider.
She looks down just in time to catch Minhee sliding two fingers past her own lips, sucking and coating them in spit. Jisu wants to say it's not necessary, that she's been practically dripping since Minhee first smiled at her, but she's not about to stop the sexiest woman in existence from putting on a show for her.
Minhee's smile is dangerous when she catches Jisu ogling her, like she knows all the filthy thoughts running through her mind.
“Relax,” Minhee says as she presses in closer. “I'll make you forget all about him.”
Minhee pushes Jisu's legs up and positions herself, mouth hovering right where Jisu's most sensitive.
Jisu moans and arches her back when Minhee flattens her tongue and slowly licks her way up to her clit. She manages to clasp a hand over her own mouth before she makes any more noise, but completely cutting off her sounds is impossible once Minhee seems to lose herself in the task of making Jisu lose her mind. Jisu can’t help but try to squeeze her thighs shut. She’s never been in this situation before—getting eaten out in a public bathroom by someone she hardly knows. But Minhee doesn't stop, just grips her thighs harder, keeping her legs spread open.
“Nghhh,” Jisu whimpers. Her thighs quiver harshly when Minhee pulls away to spit on her pussy and she feels her face heat up. It’s so wet. It's so slippery and filthy, Jisu feels like a dirty little secret whose only purpose is to be teased and tongued open. A part of her wants this to be more than that, but she can't deny that she likes this feeling too.
By the quiet slurping and moaning, Jisu can tell that Minhee is enjoying this. She hasn’t used her hands to touch Jisu's pussy once, only to hold her legs open while she let her lips and tongue do the work. Minhee hums when she feels Jisu’s clit throb under the pressure of her tongue. “Seems like I do have good taste,” Minhee whispers before placing an open-mouthed kiss against Jisu's thigh.
“Minhee, I f-feel—,” Jisu breaks off into a desperate whimper when Minhee slides her tongue into her sopping wet pussy. The way her tongue moves has Jisu dizzy with pleasure. She breathes heavily and tangles a hand into Minhee’s dark locks to secure her in place, almost afraid the moment will slip away. There’s a twinge of shame bubbling inside of her when she acknowledges the fact that she really doesn’t want this to end. “G-good. ‘S so good.”
The admission seems to spur Minhee on, her grip turning ironclad, hard enough that Jisu knows she'll be bruised in the morning. There’s something about the way Minhee holds her in place and uses nothing but her tongue to fuck and tease her cunt that brings tears to Jisu's eyes. She’s trapped, stuck in place with no choice but to lay there and let Minhee have her way. When Minhee’s tongue slides out and circles Jisu’s clit, she jolts and squeaks loudly.
“Shhh,” Minhee chuckles. “You need to be quiet, baby. Or do you want someone to walk in on us?”
Jisu is only slightly listening. She slaps a hand back over her mouth and lets her moans spill. There’s a burning heat sitting at the base of her spine and a familiar pressure building up in the pit of her stomach. She knows that she has to be quiet. Anyone could walk in and catch Minhee between her legs, but it’s hard to stay silent when Minhee is so good at what she does.
“‘M so close,” Jisu moans. Her toes curl and her eyebrows knit together tighter and tighter with each passing moment. The urge to moan, cry, and beg for more builds up, but she does her best to suppress it. Crying out loud would be the worst-case scenario here. “I—oh fuck—gonna cum!”
Instead of letting up, Minhee moves her tongue with more vigor.
“Fuck, fuck!” Jisu tries to push Minhee away, tries to wiggle free as she claws at the marble countertop. Her hands land back over her mouth and she breathes heavily through her nose, cries of pleasure muffled to the best of her ability. “Mm, mmm! Ngh!”
The moment Minhee slides two fingers into her weeping pussy, she goes crazy. Her breathing speeds up with each thrust of the older woman's fingers and she tangles a hand in her own hair. Her other hand slips from her mouth and slides down to rest on the back of Minhee’s head. Jisu's losing it, the radio static getting louder and more violent in her ears. She can’t hear anything except for her own heavy breathing and Minhee’s soft moans.
“C-cumming, ‘m cumming,” Jisu chokes out a quiet sob and arches her back as she's hit with the hardest orgasm she's ever experienced.
To her surprise, Minhee doesn't let up. Just keeps fingering and licking her cunt as she shakes though her orgasm.
Jisu's thighs quiver and she grabs Minhee by the hair—she really doesn’t want her to stop, despite the fact that she feels as if her heart is going to give out. Her pussy convulses around Minhee’s fingers when she continues to move them, pushing them deeper and curling them slightly. They thrust in and out so easily. Jisu’s cunt is so slippery and noisy that she feels a jolt of shame run through her.
“Ahhh,” Jisu moans and rests one leg over Minhee’s shoulder.
“Feels good right there?” There’s a hint of smugness in Minhee’s voice when she asks the question. She thrusts her fingers in a little faster.
When Jisu gives no answer, Minhee puts her tongue back to work. She slowly licks Jisu’s clit, dragging out every movement, slowing down her fingers to match. “Such a perfect pussy.”
Jisu looks down in time to see Minhee pull back and lick her lips. They both watch Minhee's fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, her entire hand coming away glistening. When Minhee spits on her pussy again and continues to lick over it, Jisu begins to shake and sob.
“Stop, Minhee, I—” Jisu whines. The pressure building up in her lower stomach frightens her and she begins to struggle, trying to pull herself further up the counter and away from the sensation. “F-feels weird. P-please! Minhee, I— Stop, I c-can't—”
“Honey,” Minhee pauses to suck on Jisu’s clit and tease it with the tip of her tongue. “Why would I stop when your little cunt is begging me for more?”
“I—”
“Shhh, honey,” Minhee grins mischievously and speeds up the pace of her fingers. “Just let it happen.”
“Oh my g-god,” Jisu groans and instinctively spreads her legs wider.
“Yeah, honey, just like that,” Minhee mutters as she licks Jisu’s clit once again. The sudden stimulation sends a quick shock up Jisu’s spine and, before she can cover her mouth, she lets out a moan. Jisu's heart nearly stops when she realizes how loud she was, but Minhee doesn’t seem to care. Her fingers and tongue continue to play with Jisu's pussy without losing their rhythm.
Finally, Jisu closes her eyes and lets her pleasure crest. It feels a lot different than the first orgasm, more like a building explosion. “P-please.” Jisu's voice is barely audible, but the desperation behind it speaks volumes. She winces and squeaks when Minhee’s fingers fuck into her even rougher. “T-too hard!” The dam instantly breaks when Minhee pulls her fingers free. Her hand comes down and lands a firm slap against Jisu's clit, and just like that, Jisu’s teeth sink into her lower lip and she shivers harshly.
It takes them both by surprise and Minhee lets out a pleased chuckle when the moment passes. The counter is wet. Minhee's face is wet. Jisu’s inner thighs are dripping too. Squirting is an entirely new concept to Jisu. When she finally calms down, Minhee wipes the mess from her own face and slowly sucks her fingers clean. She slides them into Jisu’s mouth too.
“See how good your pussy tastes? How was I supposed to stop when you taste so delicious, honey?” she chuckles.
There’s a sharp knock on the door and Jisu nearly panics, but Minhee takes care of it. She pulls away far enough to shout, “Give us a minute, we’re dealing with some feminine issues!”
Jisu might have laughed if she wasn’t so exhausted.
Once the footsteps fade away, Minhee brushes Jisu's hair back and kisses her forehead. “I know I was a little rough. Did I hurt you?” she asks softly.
“N-no. Not at all. I liked it. I liked it a lot, actually.”
Minhee smiles at her. Not a teasing grin or a predatory smirk. A real smile, eyes creased from the force of it. It makes Jisu want to press a hand against her own chest just to make sure her heart’s still beating like it should be.
Before Jisu can say anything, Minhee's helping her pull her dress back on. She thinks about asking for her panties back, but decides it would be better to save it as an excuse to see Minhee again.
She hops down and reaches for Minhee's hand. “Will you let me return the favor?”
Minhee cocks her head, licking the taste of Jisu from the seam of her lips. She tries not to, but Jisu can’t help the shiver that travels up her spine at the sight.
“Is that your way of asking for my number?” Minhee asks.
Hesitating only a moment, Jisu replies, “Actually, that was my way of asking if you’d like to come home with me.”
Minhee smooth brow creases, eyes widening. “That’s rather bold of you.”
Jisu bites her cheek to keep from snorting. “Not nearly as bold as fucking another person’s date on a bathroom counter.”
“That’s fair,” Minhee says. “You’re going to break that boy’s heart, you know.”
Jisu wrinkles her nose. “Doubtful. We just met tonight.”
“So did we,” Minhee counters.
Jisu leans forward, lacing their fingers together. “Are you saying I have the power to break your heart, Minhee?”
Minhee catches her grin between her teeth. “I don't know, baby. But I’d like to find out.”