Chapter 91

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I wondered how he would look as he came out of the PT room with his trainer with a very red face… I couldn't even think about that properly, so I hurriedly went into the locker room and washed up in the cold water in the unfamiliar shower room, and I felt like I was coming to my senses a little.

Seriously, it could be my imagination, but why did I react so sensitively?

Somehow, the pleasure I felt from the massage the day before kept coming back to me, and I felt like I was taking it sexually, even though it didn't seem like a sexual touch.

The trainer seemed to be trying to maintain a certain professionalism, and even as he watched my body starting to heat up, he looked at my sternum and then turned his head away, as if he was trying hard to hold it in. It made me feel like I was being stimulated too much by myself.

In the locker room, I put on my sweater and skirt again and looked at the clothes I had just put on. Especially my panties… They were a little wet, but they were all wet, so I couldn't tell if it was really sweat or something else. I sniffed a little, but the sweat and love juice coming from my body really didn't smell much, and even if they did, they were a little strange and sweet, and when a man smelled them, they only gave off a good feeling, so I couldn't tell.

I came out of the locker room with my clothes in my hands, thinking that I would be sweaty, and the trainer was waiting right near the locker room and held out his hand.

I thought he was asking me to return the clothes I borrowed, so I gave them back to him and he immediately grabbed them.

"How is it? It's much easier to move around, isn't it?"

Really, it was as if nothing had happened, so I felt a little embarrassed that I was overreacting, so I spoke without making eye contact.

"Oh, yes… it was definitely comfortable."

"It's just a simple stretch, but doesn't it make your body feel refreshed if you do it properly?"

As you said, it definitely feels a little bit better. I moved my body a little bit, and since I wasn't used to the skirt yet, I thought I was still wearing leggings, so I stretched my legs out to the side, and the trainer suddenly spread both arms out to the side and covered my surroundings.

A man who was taller and bigger than me suddenly started approaching me, showing off his muscular body. I was startled and took a step back, but then he stood normally again and said with a slightly awkward smile.

"…Be careful, you just caught a glimpse of it."

Only then did I remember that I was wearing a skirt, so I grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it down. It was so embarrassing…

As I was about to leave the gym, he guided me to the entrance, where he suddenly took out his cell phone and sent me a message.

"I'm the one who's calling now. Please call me when you come back to the gym. If you want to come tomorrow, just let me know."

"Oh, yes."

"Then goodbye."

I went down the escalator, watching him wait for me to leave without even turning around.

Maybe I was too sensitive, but he didn't grab me or anything, and he didn't cling too much like asking me to go get coffee together, and he just sent me off cleanly. I feel embarrassed that I kept being conscious of his body while he was stretching me just now.

There is a fear that I won't be able to rebel because of my muscular body and height, but rather, if I show interest and approach him, I feel like he will protect me from other people. Should I say, reliable? Trustworthy? I can't explain it in one word, but that's the feeling I get.

… But, it really was huge.

I said I made a mistake because my body was more flexible than I thought… I thought about what happened during stretching, and as I recalled the feeling I had on my face, I suddenly felt the surroundings get hot.

Seriously, he was huge. The old man is pretty tall, too… If the old man is about 17 or 18, then the guy earlier was 20… no, 22…? He was really huge… .

No, no, you shouldn't think like that.

"Haa… It's already lunchtime."

Soon, the old man will be leaving work so early that he will be skipping work.

When I think of the old man, this time I think of the kiss that happened in the car earlier.

Seriously, no matter what I think about, I can't help but think of dirty thoughts. I tried to think of something else and went into a nearby fast food restaurant. The waiter was paying while only looking at me, who was at the end of the line, so I thought it was inevitable and ordered a hamburger set.

As I was casually surfing the internet on my phone, I clicked on a post titled [Disadvantages of Having Big Breasts] on a bulletin board where there were a lot of humor posts.

[The inconveniences of having large breasts.

Big chest.

Can't run.

Advantages of having a large chest

Big chest.

There is nothing to run.]

It was an article that collected a bunch of pictures of women with big breasts.

Sure, originally, it was hard to run when I was big. It was like the recoil from running was all concentrated in my chest. For some reason, I didn't feel that much pain, so I was able to run if I tried.

But really, after wearing a sports bra or something like that, I was amazed at how great an invention it was. It's comfortable to wear and exercise, and your breasts won't sag. Isn't this a blessing for women with big breasts and most men in the world?

After spending some time at a fast food restaurant and coming out, I was wondering where to go next when I heard a bell ringing in my handbag.

Thinking that the only person who could call me right now was the old man, I took out my phone, checked the three letters of the old man's name, and answered the phone.

"Hello~."

[Where is Heeyeon?]

"I'm… uh, in front of McDonald's right now."

[Wait a minute, it's right in front of you. I see Heeyeon. Can you see her?]

Without hanging up the phone, I looked around and saw the old man's car on the other side. I saw him waving at me with the window open, and I smiled brightly and waved. I saw the old man pull over and wait in front of a nearby crosswalk, and as soon as he crossed the street, I got into his car.

But wait a minute, what time is it now?

I checked the clock in the car, wondering if I came a little too early. It wasn't even 1 o'clock yet. But if I had come here, wouldn't it have been as if I had just gotten off work right after lunchtime?

Surely, you must have just come in a hurry because you wanted to have lunch together.

I just ate, but I ordered a small portion, so I thought I should say I didn't eat. I glanced at the side profile of the man driving onto the main road, and he seemed to have gotten younger than before. But then I remembered the kiss I had given him in the morning, and I licked my lips without realizing it.

"Hee-yeon, are you having fun?"

"Yes, I walked around downtown."

"What did you do?"

"Um… first of all, the clothing store and…"

I told the old man where I had been so far, as if to tell him that I had been doing well while he was gone. The old man listened to what I was saying as he drove along, then turned the car toward a motel sign.

"Excuse me, are you just going back after eating lunch?"

"Huh? No, I just got off work?"

"yes?!"

"I came early because I wanted to see Hee-yeon. I ate lunch at the company."

At this time? Is that even possible?

He's the CEO, but... Oh, is being a CEO really different from what I thought? I have doubts, but I also have a strange feeling. Before he met me, he was definitely a diligent person who went to work, but I feel like he's doing something wrong, thinking that maybe it's because of me. I think of a man who gets swayed by a woman, and the story of Cho-sun from Romance of the Three Kingdoms, or a story about a woman ruining a man.

"I found a motel, so let's go there first. We need to leave Hee-yeon's luggage there too. And…"

"Excuse me, please stop the car."

"huh?"

"I have something to tell you."

After listening to the old man's words and thinking about many things, I asked the old man to stop the car. Then the old man looked at me and realized that I wasn't angry at him for asking me to stop the car. He made a slightly questioning expression and went into an alley that seemed nearby and stopped the car.

I don't feel guilty, but I feel suffocated. When I think about it, I think he said he would leave work a little early every time he met me, and there were days when he didn't go to work at all. At the time, it didn't seem that important... But I started to worry because I thought he was doing something wrong.

"Excuse me… Sir, you don't have to leave work so early."

"huh?"

"So, you don't have to leave work early because of me… No, you can, but I think this is too much."

"…Are you uncomfortable?"

How could a three-letter word sound so heavy? In an instant, my heart was filled with bewilderment.

"No! Not at all, I mean… it's not that I'm uncomfortable, I'm just worried."

Judging from the look on his face, it seemed like he didn't understand what I was saying. What on earth was he worried about?

When I think about it, I also feel a little strange that I'm worried about him. We're not even dating... In fact, we're in a relationship where I don't need to worry about him like this, so why am I so worried?

I'm embarrassed to say this, but I'm not used to talking like that, so I thought it would take longer, so I just said it directly.

"I'm worried that something might go wrong for you because of me…."

Only then did the old man understand what I was trying to say, and a smile spread across his face. He felt so cute, pretty, and lovely that he couldn't help it, and his face turned red. The old man unbuckled his seatbelt and slowly leaned toward me.

Immediately, without even understanding what he wants, his eyes close on their own and he clasps his hands together.

"Phew, yeah… slurp, slurp, haat…."

As if he wanted to prove that he was not uncomfortable at all, he obediently opened his mouth to the tongue that licked his lips as if asking him to open them, and he let his tongue freely explore the inside of his mouth. On the contrary, I also slightly curled my tongue and kissed him, and suddenly I became worried that my breath might smell since I had just eaten.

"…Did you eat a hamburger?"

"Eww! Don't say things like that!"

I'm already worried!

When his lips part slightly, his excitement seems to cool down in an instant. However, when he immediately kisses her as if he doesn't care, his mind begins to go blank again as if he has forgotten what just happened.

After kissing and breathing nonstop for what could have been dozens of seconds, or maybe even a minute, when our lips finally separated, the man placed his hands on her large chest and began to gently caress and stroke the area around her, saying:

"Why does it feel so good that Hee-yeon is worried about me?"

"…Are you kidding me right now?"

My breathing gets faster and faster. It feels like the car is filled with a sweet smell. When the old man strokes my head as if he finds it cute, it feels really good to be touched as if my scalp is being caressed. I wish he would stroke my head more.

"If you look at Hee-yeon, she really likes skinship? Look, she doesn't reject it at all."

"Ha, don't do that. Stop it."

"Ah, I misspoke. Heeyeon really hates skinship, so I have to get her used to it."

The hand that was touching her breast slowly moves down her clothes and heads towards her skirt. It gradually goes down and eventually, the hand that was just caressing her legs goes back at some point and goes inside her skirt.

As if asking her to spread her legs, he stroked her vagina with his hand. Slowly, she spread her legs as wide as she could in the limited space of the car, and looked at the man with her eyes that were soon filled with moisture.

Because I'm wearing a skirt, I can do this right away without having to take it off... I definitely think this is convenient.

"Hee-yeon, if you're that worried, why don't you leave work early? Don't you miss me?"

"That's not it… You can leave work early, but you should leave early like usual. Today is too early."

"I missed you so much, and I thought you might be bored alone, Heeyeon."

The old man's hand caressed the top of the panties as if feeling the texture of the lace. As I breathed sweetly into the hand that covered my vagina, as if it was confining the heat of my increasingly hot vagina, I thought that what the old man said was true. I was really bored.

Meanwhile, now that I'm at the motel, I'm wondering what I should do while my uncle is out working.

"What if I find you a motel now? Is there anything you want to do?"

"Ha… No, actually, that's what happened to me too… I went to the gym earlier and they asked if I wanted to sign up. Should I sign up?"

"Gym?"

I continued to tell the man about my trip to the gym while he stroked my panties. I left out the part about how excited I was and even mentioned that the trainer had me do some stretching. Then the man pulled my panties aside and started touching my pussy.

"Hmm, well, if a pretty girl like Heeyeon were to work out at a gym, I would want to go at least once."

"Anyway, I think I'll be bored in the morning… but I'll find something to do, so don't try to leave work too early… Just, leave work early as much as you want."

"Are you very worried?"

"No, that's not it, but I'm worried, huh…."

The man's finger goes in and out of my vagina, which has started to get wet in an instant. I worry that if I keep touching him, I might get the car seats dirty, so I slightly close my legs. The man uses his other hand to spread my legs again.

"I actually thought about Heeyeon a lot at work and wondered what to do… It worked out well, since it doesn't cost any money, I'll just go and have fun like he said, and if there's anywhere else I want to go, I'll go. And what I originally thought was… I'd give Heeyeon some training."

"Training?"

"If I tell you to do something via text, you do it. It's like giving you a simple mission for the day."

Even though I thought that he was thinking of something perverted again, I accepted it positively because I thought that he thought of it because he wanted to continue the relationship with me somehow. When the old man's finger opened my vagina once again and came out, the inside of my pussy started to twitch as if it was whining why he wasn't putting it in.

"There are things like taking off your panties and buying something, and having it delivered while wearing only a bathrobe. Do you remember when I said I would teach you how to climb on top of a man and shake your hips? I'll make you practice that too…."

"Practice... how? Alone?"

When asked how he could practice putting in a needle without a needle, the old man smiled meaningfully and told me his thoughts without hiding anything.

"Um… Actually, I wish Heeyeon would have sex with another man when I'm not around and report it to me when I come back, but other than that… I'm planning to go to a sex shop with Heeyeon tomorrow."

"ah…."

I have a feeling it's something. A fake penis... He's trying to buy a dildo and make it do it.

I picture myself alone in a motel, shaking my waist hard against the dildo as the old man tells me to. I picture myself practicing sex with the dildo by shaking my waist well on top of the old man, trying to satisfy him.

The man's finger silently entered her vagina, which was soaking wet with excitement, and he began to gently rub the front part while bending it like a hook right in front of the vaginal opening.

"And there are many people who applied for the invitation, but I want Hee-yeon to at least suit my taste, so that when you meet me and have sex with the man I introduce you to, you'll be satisfied and feel good, and you'll want to do it more. That's why I'm checking as thoroughly as possible... but I don't think it'll happen in just one day."

"Ugh…yeah."

"So, I want to have sex with just Heeyeon today. What do you think?"

Nodding, I looked him in the eye with wet eyes and shook my head up and down. The old man started the car again and continued driving.

As I walk towards the nearby motel that I had checked out in advance, my eyes are drawn to the man's cock that looks very erect. I glance at him occasionally and rub my legs together, and the man laughs when he sees me.

"I was wondering if I should call that person yesterday, but is it okay if I don't?"

"Yes, it's okay…."

"Then tomorrow, I'll go to the gym during the day… maybe around 3 o'clock? I'll finish up then and come out, so should we go to the adult store together then?"

I nod my head several times. The car stops with a small squeak and enters the motel parking lot.

The man quickly got out of the car, opened the passenger door, and hugged my waist, which was already very excited, as he went into the motel.

The man who told me to stay at the counter received the key and as soon as he got on the elevator, he wrapped his arms around my waist and fondled my large chest with the other hand.

"I can't stand it anymore, so let's have sex first, then go get my luggage."

"Haa…yes…."

As soon as I opened the door to the room with the number written on the key and went in, without even taking off my clothes properly, I took off only my pants with the man and started fucking him right from the entrance, inserting his penis.

"Hhhh…."

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The night before, after having sex with the old man nonstop until late at night, I saw him off as usual as soon as I woke up.

At first, we had rough sex, and after he ejaculated once, I took off all my clothes and took a shower. Then, the old man started training me. Rather than having sex, he taught me how to use my waist. So, for a long time, I practiced only turning my waist without ejaculating.

Turning my waist was harder than I thought. There were more positions for getting on top than I thought, and depending on the position, the angle of insertion, or so I would call it, would be different, and depending on where I placed my legs, the places inside my vagina would be scratched when I moved, so it was very difficult to give the desired stimulation with the desired movement.

But, what can I say, the old man would just lie still and order me to shake like this, and when I was shaking my waist hard and was out of breath, the old man's hand would touch my butt to encourage me, or something like that. Usually, the old man made me feel good, but now that I thought I was paying it forward, I felt better and wanted to do better.

When I told my uncle that, he was really happy, saying that he really seemed to know what the joy of teaching was, and thanks to that, except for when I took a short break from sex while eating dinner, I just shook my hips hard on top of him, and it was late at night when he started fucking me, and I was able to reach a pleasant climax late in the night.

But it's actually harder than you think. It takes more strength than anything else... Maybe because my chest is big, if I move it too much, it shakes and shakes, and it's hard because of the recoil, and it takes strength. When you lean your upper body forward, your center of gravity should be on your waist, but because of the weight of your chest, it keeps getting pushed to your upper body, and the arms that support the weight get tired quickly... .

I didn't realize it when I was just lying down or receiving sex, but when I try to move around and make it feel good, I feel like my stamina is depleted more than I thought.

Now that I think about it, we talked a bit while having sex yesterday, and there was a topic that the old man kept bringing up again this morning.

"If there's a guy you like, Hee-yeon, you can have sex with him anytime. It'd be even better if you told me how you got fucked afterward."

"That, that's the wind, blooming, right…."

"You think so?"

When we talk while having sex, sometimes it's like the walls are gone and my thoughts just come out without any filters, so I sometimes end up saying embarrassing things. But seriously, why on earth did I think I was cheating? We're not even dating...

In the morning, if I'm bored, I can have fun having sex with other men, and if there's a guy I like at the gym, I'll ask him to tell me what type he likes and kiss him before I leave. But when I think about his usual behavior, it seems like he doesn't just think about me alone, but wants me to be proactive when there's another guy I like while I'm alone, that is, want me to spread my legs and get fucked as the other guy wants. That doesn't mean I should abandon him and go to that guy, but it seems like he wants me to think of sex lightly, like a sport, and enjoy it... But it seems like it's good to keep your heart focused on yourself.

Well, now that I understand the tastes of older men, I think it could be possible, so I'll think about it... Well, it's possible to do it... But if it's not a guy I like, I don't really feel like doing it... If there's someone I like, then I'll think about it again.

"And do you remember what I said yesterday? I'm going to give you a mission starting today."

"Oh, I remember."

"I'll think about it as I go and send you a message when I get to work. Hee-yeon, think about it and if you don't think you can do it, say so. If you can do it, take a video or picture of yourself doing it and send it to me."

As expected, you're trying to make me do something dirty.

I did think about it, but since we were already having a lot of sex, I thought it wouldn't be that bad, so I decided to take a picture and send it to him

And then I took a shower and was rolling around in bed playing with my phone when I got a message from my uncle.

{Today's tasks. 1. Go for a day without wearing panties (you can only wear a skirt). 2. Practice shaking your waist for 3 minutes.]

"Ugh, ugh…."

It's a waist shake... Actually, I just practiced it while sitting down in the shower while getting wet, so you can just film it and send it to me again, but it's a no-panties lifestyle.

Most of the skirts are miniskirts, and even those that are long are just around the knees… .

After thinking about it for a while, I was a little nervous about saying no from the start, and since I didn't choose a skirt that would flutter or shake a lot, and since I didn't think it would easily blow away even if the wind blew, I thought it would be okay, so instead of rejecting it, I took my phone and started recording, then placed my phone on the dresser and started moving my waist on the bed with a pillow between my legs.

"Was it like this…?"

Awkwardly, with your upper body pressed against the pillow, lift your waist halfway and shake it, thinking that you are literally shaking your waist up and down, not your legs. Shake your big butt up and down quickly as if you have a dick stuck in it, and shake your pussy against the pillow as if you are rubbing it.

Keeping your upper body still, spread your legs a little to the sides and fold them so that they fall behind your back, then place your feet on the pillow. This time, use your leg strength to move your waist in a slightly larger motion. Rather than shaking it up and down like before, move it diagonally forward and backward, and push your body alternately with your arms and legs.

"Phew… haa, that's difficult…."

Next, I quickly moved my waist back and forth while keeping my back straight, and I felt like I was shaking my pelvis while releasing the strength in my waist. For some reason, I kept rubbing against the pillow, and although I wasn't trying to masturbate, I stopped moving my waist because it was a little stimulating.

With your back straight, take the most difficult position. Spread your legs as wide as possible and squat down on your toes, supporting your body with your arms and quickly shaking your waist. You won't be able to keep your balance, and if you shake it too much, your chest will start to sway, and you'll be shaking your waist with your hands on your legs.

If I bend my upper body and place myself on top of the man, the posture changes again. It is comfortable to support my body like that, but it seems like the man wants to see me master the posture, so it was the posture I was practicing the hardest.

"Haa, haa, haa…."

But as I kept shaking my waist, I suddenly thought that it was a bit similar to the stretching position I had when I went to the gym yesterday. If I squat down a little more from that position, it wouldn't be much different from now… If there was an exercise in this position, the trainer would teach it systematically, so wouldn't it be really good to practice?

I thought to myself, "Should I go and ask when I get there?" and after about 3 minutes, I went over to my phone and suddenly got playful and put one leg on the dresser and spread my vagina with both hands while posing so that the camera could see my vagina sideways.

I was filming the inside of my clothes as if showing them to the old man, then I stopped filming and sent him the video. While thinking about what to wear today, I looked through the clothes the old man had given me as a gift and compared them one by one in front of the dressing table mirror.

After deciding what to wear, I started getting dressed.