Working Hour

알바. Arba. Part-time work. A few extra thousand won. Mixing it with copious amounts of bowing and greeting, and then juggling that with reading at least a page or two during quieter times. Between rarely pressed uniforms and having to put on my best customer service attitude from morning till way past sundown, there was at least the relief of having a few coworkers around. Being a 24-hour chain, that realistically meant keeping time like a tower sentry. But this was not Itaewon or Gangnam. Where I was in the metro, I could say the sign beside the door could be considered false advertising, as it wasn’t terribly busy past 11pm. There was a short time between two and four thirty in the morning when the cafe needed to be closed.

Being no bigger than a counter and a handful of seats meant a lot of time for Haewon and me to spare when nobody came in. Even summer evenings were warm, a bit too warm. That led to an overcorrection on our end that left the A/C turned on a bit too cold. Our last customer for the day had just left before our closing time. I don’t think he had turned the corner yet when I flipped the sign, and as I made the short walk to collect the tray, I threw their half-empty cup in the trash. Just a bit of inflation and still wasting coffee, aren’t we? I just took a swig from my bottle and got on my phone. Doing the inventory before leaving ought not to take too long.

However, Haewon had other plans.

The last time I saw her was when she was entering the kitchen. By now, she was peeking from the service window at the periphery of my vision. Sliding the window open, she beckoned with her hand and a single command.

“Hey, come here.”

I stood up and followed inside. Haewon’s been beckoning for this little opportunity all day. That girl always looks at me that way when she wants something, and while there was nothing to make a fuss about, I don’t see the point in denying her that chance. The moment the door lock clicked, just when the smell of a newly-mopped room hit me, she had her hands on my shoulders. I reached for the light and put my lips on hers. Though in the dimly lit room, it was more of the opposite, her neck almost shooting upward as what few pecks I gave she replaced with her tongue. Slowly, I marched us forward to the widest area in the room, right next to the microwave. Facing her to the wall, it only took a quick shift of her eyes before we continued. Groping at her body, I squeezed her tits through her shirt, and with my ass on her hands, she moved her hips forward and grinded on mine.

This is the first time we have done this—at work, at least. Haewon made her move a few months ago, we missed the train, and somehow ended up in a motel. We’ve repeated it several times since, just letting out pure lust, an unadulterated, carnal manner to welcome ourselves into our twenties. I must have liked the image of the messied-up, fashionable, pale girl my age, in such a state out of my own doing, over a wrinkled, half-wet mattress. Our Kakao reflected it, from the shared conversations, to the occasional see once photo. We’ve only been workmates for a year, and nobody else has spilled from me as much as Haewon has. Now, we’re just enjoying that little lull, though it did take this long to finally make her wish of being fucked at work come true.

Haewon was a vocal girl. I had to find that out the hard way in our first encounters, always ending with my fingers over her mouth. I considered maybe not this time. Everything she did had a rhythm to it, the way her smooches at me were timed, her fingers and palm carefully running over my back, while her hips kept slowly rolling. Sliding a hand inside her shirt, I was stopped only because she wanted to remove her bra. Raising her arms up, I was able to unhook it for her, the black undergarment coming off only about a minute after we continued making out, the kissing quickly turning into smooching.

Moving down to her neck, I was about to begin stooping my legs when Haewon stopped me. Always one to let me have a lick of the fun before having hers.

“You can always do that."

Haewon then gave me a peck before she kneeled down, undoing my pants as soon as her knees touched the ground, hurriedly pulling everything down as my belt unbuckled. My cock, half-erect from anticipation, sprang free and right into her fingers, gripping them with a certain, needy glance up towards me. No permissions were uttered as a curt, toothless smile gave way to her tongue sticking out and licking at the tip. Wrapping her lips over my cock, her eyes remained fixed on me as she spun her tongue and put it under my cock, then slowly craned her neck forward. Hitting the back of her mouth, she slightly gagged, the small space contracting against my cock, evidently trying not to get ahead of herself.

Pulling back a bit, Haewon stopped midway on my shaft. Beginning to bob her head, tongue firmly under my cock, head tilting sideways as her long, dark hair moved along with her. I told her before that I preferred her only use her tongue, with her other hand between her legs, rubbing herself while opening her mouth at times to show her tongue sliding over my cock before bobbing her head. My breath shook, and I knew she had learned. She was expressive, even with my shaft plugging her lips, slobbering while a hand cupped my balls. Yet the few times I looked down, her meeting stare told me everything. Though in time, through herself kneeling with my cock in her mouth, she was able to make me forget that we were not supposed to be doing this. Yet, the same thrill made me hard a little too easily.

“O-okay, that’s enough,” I was able to blurt out. I didn’t plan to waste holding myself off to finish this quickly.

Haewon let my cock go with a pop. Wiping her lips as they hung open to not let her spit drip down. I slid her hair back a little just as she stood up.

“You got something for me?” she asked.

I turned around and lifted a box of newly-arrived beans to draw a small packet; a condom. All that for less of a mess, I thought as I turned around. About to tear it open myself, Haewon grabbed and did it faster, blowing at the thin plastic before kneeling again. The few times we’ve done it before, she would simply wrap it around my cock using her fingers. It was different this time, lightly biting down on it then using her lips, slowly, to roll it down its length, sucking as she pulled back to seal it on my cock. All set.

Haewon then rose, skillfully pulling her own pants down as she stood up. Turning around and bending herself over the small counter table, her head looking at me as I positioned myself behind her, mere inches from her pussy, our breathing smelled like anticipation. Sliding my cock between her folds, she bit her lips, as her warmth became felt on my tip. I chuckled, trying to hide that I was breathing in. Here we go. Placing both my hands on her hips, I pushed in. That initial pop of the first penetration, going as deep as my hips would go into her waiting flesh. Haewon moaned—loudly—sounding relieved at my expense, trying to keep herself quiet, all while I let out a shy huff. Bending over a bit, I began to thrust, though I might have slipped out a moan as she giggled under me.

“Missed me?”

I replied. Yes, of course I did. A girl as tight and beautiful as Haewon would make me act like a crazed teenager. Those words did push me, my hips almost moving on their own and making my thrusts pronounced and deep. Responding in kind, she tried to keep herself quiet even if all the doors were locked. I just told her to moan as much and as loud as she would like, I was railing her after all. Her build was sturdy enough to keep her steady, though I knew this was her favorite position to take me in. Both our knees bent a bit, but shaking as mine hit against hers, soft thighs and ass giving the perfect cushion. I thought I would give it one, smack!

A sharp moan left Haewon, turning her face left to kiss mine. Though the longer she kissed, I slowed down, bending down further and placing my hands beside hers on the counter. She put her fingers on top of mine and began talking to me. This was one of the longest times we hadn’t fucked, and that kind of had her nervous, though now, in a break from convention, she wanted me to slow down. She wanted to feel the moment. In the same boat, I told her we could do this as long as she’d like, given how I closed the café on time just for us. Though she did give me a reminder to keep me in check.

“You’re gonna have to go a little faster.”

How sly. Sliding my hand to her tits, I squeezed and toyed with her nipples using my fingers. Haewon placed a hand where that was, and running out of words, continued where we were earlier. I ramped my pace up, fighting myself from losing momentum in her tight spaces, made easier now that she was much wetter. Finding her spot, she shuddered a bit, trying to right herself as her back arched. Taking my hand off the counter, I embraced her and went deeper, moaning even as our lips were together. It was muffled, suppressed, yet with her tongue still tussling with mine, waiting. Just a little harder, then. She became much less composed, more twitchy now, then there it was, the slight sound of her wet pussy, making itself more known with each thrust. Breaking her lips away to hear the sound of her coming undone. Grabbing at my left hand, she slammed our hands onto the counter, her right hand holding on to a higher shelf as my rhythm was intent on being true to her words. Piak, piak, piak. That sound cut through her song, and she still tried to bite her lip, whimper, only to moan again. Turning to me, she said.

“F-fuck,” as Haewon’s pussy suddenly squeezed my cock. I bit my lip. Before, with her blinking slowed, she muttered, “harder.”

I squatted a little lower, and in a quick glance, I saw a little wet spot on the floor. It was getting harder to thrust, needing more force as I gave what Haewon wanted. She let me go by now, holding on entirely to the shelf as I tried not to keel over with my legs bent. I felt a slight burning coming along while I continued to plough into her, and eventually, I was knocking at the inevitable. I kept myself at bay by just trying my damnedest to relax; Yet why would you relax while fucking? My cock twitched as it struck inside. Grabbing onto her tit, I sprang myself inward, the tight, velvety embrace of her walls, while her mouth goaded me to try and make me lose composure, and beckoned by her own words. She turned to look at me, almost breathy, in a tone of resignation to her own pleasure.

“Keep…fucking…going.”

I barely had enough time to wipe my forehead, already gritting my teeth, before Haewon cried out and bowed her head. Usually, she would say something, but not this time. Freezing up under me, she groaned and moaned while she let herself go. Her walls squeezed around my shaft, with her walls feeling like waves as pleasure washed over her. Her knuckles were turning white against the wood as she tried to not slump forward. I know she will, so I bucked my hips, making her cry out. She never wanted me to stop, just slow down. Her expression would always have her eyes shut, mouth hung open, as I fucked her through orgasm, her entire body moving with my deep thrusts. By the time she finished, I was slowly moving my hips. She had no words to say as she met my gaze again and kissed me in return.

“I think I have to take this off now.”

So Haewon did, throwing her shirt on top of the microwave. Only her pants, down past her knees, remained. But I wasn’t finished with her, straightening my back and ramping up my pace quickly. One smack on her ass made her moan, and I echoed her as my rapid, shallow thrusts only made sure I reached into her depths, her tightness and slipperiness a welcome, almost overwhelming sensation. I could not understand or rationalize why, but I knew I could. I gave her ass another smack, not minding her moaning, squelching, or the recoil of her body. I only stopped when I realized I was hitting her so much that her left asscheek had turned red, her right cheek untouched, while my fingers were digging into her hip.

“Oops,” I said, realizing.

Haewon taunted me, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Me neither,” I replied at my most honest.

Just then, Haewon beckoned me to come close. In a repetition of earlier, I followed, though the difference was that her left arm was now around my neck. I can’t just pull back this time, leaving me deep. Letting her recoil from my thrust, I then decided to thrust as fast as I could. Piak! The sound of our bodies caught up with her chorus quickly. With my left hand just below her throat, Haewon let go of her right hand and pushed mine up to her neck. She then shot her free arm onto the shelf, pretty much transferring the motion of my deep railing onto it, lightly creaking as I speared into her. From what little I could peek, she was for another orgasm to come between us.

Then, Haewon let me go, her body almost straight as I continued. Not stopping, she turned to look at me. Though I could barely spit or think of a reply as she talked to me, it was much a repeat of earlier. I knew she was talking, but I couldn’t remember my words, perhaps a token reply or two. I knew she looked blurry, recoiling like a swing from under me. All I could hear and feel was her, choking me again. Shoveling whatever force I could, I kept going. Though as I was about to throttle myself back, the exact switch from slow, shallow thrusts to deep, slow ones triggered that second orgasm. Though this time around, while her tightness and loud moans, each one pronounced, kept beckoning me to follow her, she kept her gaze locked on me, eyebrows furrowed, and mouth hung open. That did not help. Her legs were almost jelly at this rate, needing more of my arms to help her up. This time, I needed to pull out, after giving her a kiss, or else I would have cum from just the slightest movement.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Haewon teased, feeling my twitching cock behind her.

I nodded, catching my breath, “I just missed you.”

It was rather unexpected that “missing her” meant doing Haewon in the workplace. Typically, the place where I had her bent over was the kitchen, and storage was now functioning as a bedroom. Yet I didn’t doubt that we would continue this at either one of our dorms. Through making out while being fucked, I almost forgot that I was about to tire myself out. On worse days, we would both be lightly sweating, only really getting a chance to wipe out behind the door. Though now, I ran my palm across my forehead for a very different reason, that same hand landing on Haewon, her back arched, as she bounced against me. That motion slightly rocked whatever surface her hands held on to.

However long it took, through several changes of grips, exchange of lips, and close calls. Haewon came just one more time. After which, I slowly ground to a halt, with a few grunts from me as we were both panting. Now, my perception of time was not as easily distorted as hers, though maybe, it had just been long enough for my thighs to begin aching. I told her to wait as I tried to scrape up my stamina.

"That’s enough for now,” Haewon replied.

“Don’t you want it inside?” I asked.

“What are you gonna do after this?” she asked. A left-field question, but wait, “Don’t you want to continue at my place?”

Not leaving opportunities untaken—I gave in—Haewon knew that would bend my knee. Though now it was her turn to kneel, hands wrapped around my shaft, her tongue stuck out. She won’t suck me off with a condom on, right? Licking along its length, tasting herself off the latex, she then grabbed it with a finger after wrapping it with her lips. Tossing it to the can, Haewon faced me again. As if her assurances weren’t enough, she said while readying herself.

“You’re too kind to me,” she continued, “and you can cum inside later if you like.”

Take two. Gazing onward, Haewon licked my length that sent a shiver up my spine, physically seizing up, the electric feeling from below rendering barely any grip as my fingers lay on her hair. The sudden sensation of a warm tongue almost making me cum instantly as she made a second pass made her laugh. So much so that a little, unconscious twitch scared me, and she knew she was the cause of it. I was just too sensitive. Slowly, she began to stroke me, then wrapped her lips around my head, keeping it there and circling it with her tongue. Finally, my cock was wet again.

Placing her tongue under my shaft, she bobbed. Stopping halfway before continuing, making the most of her moment. Strangely, for all her playfulness, she was not one for delaying. Placing a hand on my balls, she softly fondled them while her mouth, a favorite, took care of the rest. Even when my cock, at its hardest, twitched in her mouth, she hollowed her cheeks just to twist the knife. Knowing I loved the way my cock met her lips, sometimes teasing me, sliding only that over the tip, now having turned smooth and light pink—a rare kind of lipstick—from all her stimulation. Before a last run on a more relaxed, yet still slobbering pace, while careful not to make a mess.

Just as I was feeling my precum beginning to leak, Haewon released my cock with a pop. Giving it a peck as she stroked, nesting it on her tongue as I could feel myself getting past my limit, already twitching. She could anticipate it better than I do. I had let myself go when she gave me one last wink, and after a lengthy, pressed flick of her tongue, her mouth was wide open as a thick shot of cum painted her palate. At its hardest, I felt my cock go numb from cumming, all while she closed her lips around it after the third, the following shots became more runny than the last. I groaned as she guzzled down the pent-up load while gently moving her head, side-to-side, making sure it was all hers. Nobody else could’ve done better. I fought the temptation to push into her mouth for those few seconds. For a moment, she almost struggled, slightly gagging at how much there was to take in.

Yet when she let go of my cock, now limp, Haewon opened her mouth. I could barely make out the pink of her tongue, and a whole sea of thick, white cum, greeted me. True to her ideals, there was not a drop outside of her mouth. She then closed her mouth, raised her chin, and swallowed. What a showgirl.

Standing up, save for her being topless, with somewhat messy hair, and my pants on my ankles, Haewon wiped her lips and gave me another smooch. That was how she’d often say thank you. Placing her arms around me, not minding we were half-naked, she smiled when asking.

“My place?”

“Your place.”

No words followed, save for a peck. Only the sound of us dressing up again and grabbing our things, two bags for two people. We had already stayed past our usual closing time. The cafe door rang, and after typing and locking the keypad. Placing the keycard in my bag, my eyes glanced at the digital watch on the counter: 2:25am.