Accrued Delay

“Come on! I’m booored, baby. Please?” Yerim whines from the passenger seat, swinging her legs.

“No, babe. Not right now.” 

“Why not?”

“Uh…because I’m at the wheel and we’re going 120 kph?”

“But—” she huffs and crosses her arms. “You’ve got the…what—cruise control, right? Lane keep too?”

“Well yeah, but…I still gotta stay aware—hey! Yerim—babe!” you frantically glance between the road and her as she unbuckles and leans across the cabin, giggling as her hands go straight for your crotch.

“No—hey…babe—”

“Little road head never killed nobody, hehe.”

“Actually, it likely…has. Hey—”

Yerim’s fingers snake under the seatbelt and start fiddling with your buckle underneath. “Gimme it…come on….”

“Okay, this is…hold on.” You check your mirrors and blindspots, putting on the indicators and pulling over to the emergency lane. The moment you stop and press the hazard button, Yerim takes that as the cue to release your seatbelt and go ahead with the process. 

As aroused as you’ve become, you overcome your carnal desire and weakness for Yerim, grabbing her wrists and pushing her away. “Choi Yerim!”

“What?!” she snarls. “We’re already stopped, might as well go do it. You’re hard too, don’t lie!” Her utterly adorable attempt at looking mad gets a good shot at your reason, but you inhale a long breath and hold yourself.

“Yerim, we aren’t just playing hide and seek from people in public like all those other times,” you start. “We could get slapped with a heavy fine at best. You want that to ruin our trip?”

Yerim whines again, longer but quieter. “It won’t be too long though…”

“And if you did it when we’re at speed, we could even get into a fatal accident! You know I don’t play around with that stuff, don’t you?”

“Mmm…”

“Babe?”

“Yeah…I know,” she mumbles, looking down.

You breathe a sigh of relief, pulling up the fly she got halfway down and fastening your belt buckle. The music is also muted, its upbeat sound not fitting the mood.

“I’m…I’m sorry, babe. It’s just…we’ve been on the road for so long, and–and I wanted something exciting. Not games or stuff, they got boring,” Yerim says softly, barely audible over the indicator’s ticks.

You look at the clock and realise you’ve been driving for over four hours. The destination is still three hours away at least, that’s if the traffic into the city isn’t God awful. “I…I understand, Yerim. I know you’re frustrated, but that was not right. That was dangerous, and not in a fun way. Okay?”

“Mhm.”

You chuckle and reach for her hand, caressing it softly. Yerim faces away and tries to hide her face, but you can sense the little smile that’s returned to it.

“Hmm…let me see.” You tap into the maps directly on your phone, looking for something.

“Oh! Babe, there’s a rest area 14 kilometers away. Big one, too.”

“So?” 

“How about we pull in, and then we can do anything you want there.”

Yerim’s ears perk up, slowly looking back at you. “Anything?” 

“Anything. That we can fit in two hours.” Her little smile grows wide, blooming warmth across her features. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Yerim stays quiet and behaves very well for the entire 14 kilometers. She does this, when she’s really excited for something she knows will definitely come, it almost seems like she’d forgotten the whole thing with how aloof she seems.

That notion is expediently disproven the moment you kill the engine, though. “Alright, babe. Knock yourself ou—mmph! Damn!” Yerim straight up lunges across the cabin, wrestling lips with yours. You play along right away, kissing back with the most fervor you have. Though after the long drive and with Yerim’s frustrations now unleashed, she has the decisive upper hand, figuratively and literally. And you wouldn’t change a single thing.

As soon as she runs out of breath, she dives onto your crotch, working away your trousers at lightspeed. Before you’ve fully caught a breath, her mouth wraps around your head, moaning deeply as she does. The heat and vibration causes you to gasp and jerk your hips, earning a slap on your chest. “Stay…put. This…is…mine!”

“Y–Yeah! All yours—shit! Babe!” Yerim doesn’t wait for you to finish before going down again, sliding all the way down. She gulps a few times to relax her throat, taking you fully. With a jarringly bright giggle, she begins bobbing up and down, varying her suction and putting her tongue to good use,

You’re reduced to short grunts, huffs and babbles above her. Your hands repeatedly go to her head, wanting to push her down. But you hold back and let her dictate the pace, which is best described as…flexible. She switches between savouring every centimetre and piledriving herself like there’s no tomorrow. It’s not a this or that either, it’s a spectrum. At different intervals, too.

It’s an utter whiplash compared to the motorway’s monotony, which wreaks havoc on the restraints you normally have. You’re brought to the edge in no time at all, not helped by the moist squelches of Yerim’s spit leaking past her lips, the gags every time you knock on her throat, and the electric euphoria of moans she’s making. 

“Ah—oh! Fuck, Yerim! I’m…I’m right—ugh!” You bite your lips hard to brace for release—which doesn’t arrive. Yerim stops on a dime, barring your orgasm. You whine at the denial, throbbing inside her. After a good pause, she pulls off slowly and glares at you, her lips swollen and drooling. “Not…yet!” she pants. “If you cum before I tell you, I’m not talking to you for the rest of the trip.”

You nearly chuckle, doubting she can hold herself back. But for now, you entertain her and nod, taking deep breaths to hold the fort. Yerim engulfs you again, this time sticking to a single speed. One on the higher end of the scale, rocking the car slightly as she gags on your shaft with alacrity.

“Mmh! Ffhh! That…oh fuck! You’re really quite—uhhh…” You’re clenching your jaws so hard it hurts your teeth by the time you’re edged again. Yerim repeats this cycle at different speeds another two times, the intervals getting shorter as your brakes wear thinner. You’re sobbing pathetically by the fourth edging, earning a low chuckle from Yerim that almost breaks you.

“You want it, baby? You wanna cum in my mouth so bad?” she asks in a mocking tone, pouting her lips and tilting her head. No more delusions of pride, you nod frantically. “Please! Let me…let me cum, babe. I’m gonna fucking explode, please…”

Yerim grins widely and giggles, giving a quick lick at your tip that jolts your whole body. “Tsch. That’s what you get for acting all high and mighty with me. Now come on, give me my roadtrip snack.” She goes slow and savours you the whole way now, a cooldown from her earlier ferocity.

Her airy, lustful moans vibrate through you with every full enclosure, and you don’t try to hold back this time. With a broken sob, you snap your hips up and burst, spilling a torrent of seed into her mouth. Yerim closes her eyes and swallows every wave with hearty gulps, coaxing more and more with her tongue.

She pulls off you with a wet pop, a string of cum bridging her lips and your still leaking tip. “Mmm…so good. You want a taste, babe?” It’s purely rhetorical as she kisses you right after, dancing her tongue around yours to let you taste yourself.

Yerim unlatches and gives quick pecks at your lips and cheek, which you return. She rests her head in the crook of your shoulder and you lean back into the seat, letting your eyelids fall and rest. 

“Hey! You asleep? We’re not done,” Yerim grumbles, poking your cheek. Your eyes flutter open and look down at her. “We’re…not?”

“Fuck no.” She leans back and unbuttons her shorts, sliding them down and kicking them into the passenger footwell, along with her damp panties. “Get in the back, I’m riding you.” 

“Wh—wait, really?”

“What, you think I’m letting you go without your cum in my pussy? Get in the back!”

“I—okay then.” You kick away your trousers as well, then recline the seat all the way back. There’s ample space left in the boot even with both of your luggage, so you slide into the opposite seat and recline that all the way as well. This Mazda 6 estate is yet again paying dividends with its interior packaging.

Yerim crawls above you once you’re in position, her entrance dripping as she lines it up. She sinks down to just the tip, shuddering hard and whimpering at the sensation. You’re seething yourself, then cry out her name as she goes all the way down.

“Ffuck! That—you’re so…big! It…mmm…so full,” she wheezes, squinting and biting her lip. Her cunt’s immense heat and tightness seems to be amplified by the enclosed space, but your cock acclimates to it much better than her mouth, what with how frequently it visits most days.

Done with savouring it, Yerim starts rolling her hips almost in a figure eight, letting your hardness dredge every bit of her walls. “Ah…mmhhh—touch me. Anywhere, just…wanna feel…all of you—fuck!”

 You oblige by squeezing her ass, earning a soft gasp. They slide around and under her top next, kneading her boobs underneath. That gets you a pleasured screech, one of her hands joining over the fabric. “Nghhh! Right there! I’m gonna—I’m close! Don’t you dare fucking cum yet, you hear me?”

“Yep,” you croak. Five babbles of your name later she climaxes, back locked in a sharp arch as she lets out a guttural groan, fingers digging into your arms. Not following suit is no small feat, summoning every conscious effort you have to comply. But you manage. 

As soon as Yerim regains motoric control, she goes again, not caring to be delicate this time, bouncing on your dick. Crips, wet claps fill the cabin, along with your combined curses and moans. The car is rocking harder than ever. Your only saving grace from a stranger getting a free show is the 5% tint on the rear windows, along with the ample soundproofing you had added. The windscreen though? Eh, they’d get some kinda shadow puppet show, probably. Hell, Yerim likely wouldn’t mind to show off how good of a fucktoy she has.

Unnecessary rambling, some say? Well, you gotta pull out all the stops if you’re going to survive Yerim’s ravenous pussy fluttering and milking you as another orgasm crashes through her, tongue dangling between her jaws as she mumbles your name. 

“Uhhh…babe! I’m not—not gonna last much longer!” you wheeze, pulling her asscheeks apart with your iron grip to try and hold on. Yerim groans and nods rapidly, wetting her dried lips before kissing you deeply. “Do it. Give me your babies, every single drop. Fucking breed me!” she mutters, eyes half-lidded.

You decide to sit up for the home stretch, pressing your sweaty bodies even closer together. You’re thrusting up in time with her now, suckling the sweat off her neck as you do so. Yerim squeals and cries right onto your ear as a result, but you don’t mind. Dulling one sense means the rest are amplified, something you make good use of as you drill into her mercilessly, chasing your release.

The world’s become a blur as you reach your peak, and you actually slow down for the eruption. And it’s hefty. You roar into her shoulder, shuddering as another load of seed coats her walls. Filling every crevice, every nook and cranny with multiple surges. Yerim lets out only a choked gasp as she too shatters, drenching everything below the waistline in her juices.

She collapses onto you when finished and you fall back with her. “Hey…” she asks, voice a bit hoarse. “What time are we supposed to arrive?”

“Uh…it—hold on.” Your brain’s still a bit scrambled. “Er…like three ish? 3:30?”

“And when’s check-in?”

 “Starts at three.”

Yerim nods and sighs, nuzzling into your chest. “Then we can have another hour here, mm?”

“Uh…” Realistically, that extra hour could turn into two or three later on with afternoon rush traffic, but you’re worn out as well. “Sure, yeah. We can stay another hour.”

“Yay! Thanks, hehe.” She cocks her head up asking for a kiss, and you give her one. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you reply. Ah, what’s a bit of extra traffic anyways? At least you get to spend it air conditioned with Choi Yerim. Sounds like a fair trade-off to you.