Min-Ju came home about 15 minutes after I texted, as you may have surmised from my disappearance, so she actually didn't even notice the text until later. She came home smiling, calling out my name as she came in the door, looking maybe a little disheveled but happy. I hurried over to meet her and put my arms around her waist. She tilted her face upwards for a kiss. I leaned down, lips parting... and yes, I could smell cum on her breath! It was an amazing, heady, strange feeling, but more immediately I was kissing her deeply, open mouthed, my tongue finder hers -- and she was kissing back fiercely. It was only after that first moment that my brain was really processing the smell of her breath. That pungent, tangy smell filling my mouth and nose. Cum. His cum. In her mouth... across her lips... who knows where exactly. She was marked by him. And kissing me she was rubbing it, literally, in my face.
I don't think she was thinking about it that way at all though. For her she was just happy to see me, happy to be in my arms, and riled up and excited and proud of herself for her latest adventure. We held hands in the doorway and kissed some more before she came all the way in and put her keys down, etc. She told me excitedly how he had texted her and how she had gone to see him. She admitted that she liked teasing me with her text at work, and wanted to hear all about how I had become distracted and flustered during my meeting. She really liked that. And I asked her how it felt when she headed out the door to go see him. She said, "It felt fun... free, in a way.. it's hard to describe." Was she excited and aroused? The question I had to ask a few times and really press her on, but "Yes, I was. I was wet when I left the house." She also told me how she had dressed up to look nice for him, of which I could still see the evidence. She had gone to his apartment. He pulled her to him as soon as he answered the door, and they kissed fiercely. He complained that she had been "ignoring him," and she said she "apologized profusely." He said, "You're my girl.. my slut." "Did he really say that?" I asked, "About you being his girl?" "Yes." Hearing that was both exciting and a little upsetting, something for us to talk about more when we're less worked up. He pressed her tight against his body, and she felt his cock hard against her. She laughed saying, "It's strange how I don't feel that as much as I used it." I'm embarrassed to say I didn't register what she meant at first, but yeah, I guess she's right. She doesn't feel my cock hard against her when we cuddle. No doubt his is coming to feel bigger, harder, more urgent in her imagination. She said she felt a thrill of sexual excitement in his arms, and things happened quickly after that.
She wanted to please him, and it sounds like she got a little more aggressive with him. She said she led him back into his room, and then playful got down on her knees for him. She crooked her finger at him, beckoning his closer, and then attacked his jeans. When I asked how long it was between when she first arrived and when his cock was in her mouth, she answered, "I'm not sure... maybe 5 minutes?" She had that cute look in her eyes. "Is that bad?" she asked, laughing. We both knew the answer. So then she was sucking him. She said she made a point of licking his shaft down to his balls and even taking them into her mouth, something she's done for me in the past that feels absolutely amazing. She was wearing her white button down shirt and red skirt, and apparently it didn't take him long to pull apart the buttons and start groping her tits. She said he was rough, and this time she really liked it. She wanted him to be rougher... to really fuck her face. She urged him, she tells me, to hold the back of her head and fuck her mouth. I can't begin to imagine how much he must have loved that. And she took him as deep as she could... gagging on him. When she works at it, she can take me all the way to the base, especially if she's on her back... she didn't get to his base but she "felt his pubic hair against my lips." These details she knows tease and torment me, so she likes saying things like that.
They didn't have sex though. She wanted to, but she resisted. I'm proud of her for that. But she did say that "He pushed me really hard for it... And baby, I really wanted to." As we kissed and cuddled on the sofa during her story, I could really sense just how horny and worked up she was. I have to say, I loved that. Both that this got her so horny, and that she was frustrated being denied. Karma is a bitch, I kept thinking, but didn't say. Not exactly. But I kind of love that we're both feeling horny and denied right now. She was late because afterwards, he had to go to work and he invited her down to have a drink with him at the bar before heading home.
And speaking of right now, she's sitting on the floor a few feet away right now as I type this up. She just looked up at me and smiled, and gave her cute little wave. And then she made her open-mouthed gesture toward me, somewhere between a bite and a desire to swallow. It's hard to describe the gesture but it's one she makes a lot. And it's a gesture she makes when she wants to kiss... or suck on my finger... or suck on... well, you know. Yes, she's miming a blow job. She knows I can't receive on. She just gave one, an incredible one, to another man. So yes, that's happening.