by Purple Hazel
“Erinnerst du dich an deine sonnenbrille?” asked an older German lady of her middle-aged husband as they exited. She was asking in that sort of half-nagging, half-nurturing way that wives often do. Wanted to know if he’d remembered his sunglasses. It was causing the poor man to sigh and pout like an annoyed teenager, only in that sort of manner that was not meant to be insulting or flippant. More humorous than confrontational, really.
“Ja, ja, ja,” muttered the old German man. He then flashed a boyish smirk in the general direction of Young-Min and Zero, the latter of which smiled at him pleasantly, while Young-Min chuckled, recognizing what the fellow‘s wife was berating him about in German. He understood the language rather well from his time in space, though he wasn’t proficient at speaking it.
But as the man and his wife exited the elevator and shuffled past, with the woman ignoring the young couple entirely and the man rolling his eyes comically, realizing they might understand what she was going on about, Young-Min felt a calmness come over him. This was precisely the kind of distraction he needed to lighten the mood. Old married folks and their adorable eccentricities often do that for young lovers. Once they passed, Young-Min felt emboldened to grasp Zero gently by the arm and lead her into the car. Zero knew just what he’d try asking her next. It was time to show him she was a sure thing.
As the elevator doors shut, with Young-Min Jo and Zero standing alone inside, Zero pushed the button for their floor. She then turned to Young-Min and finished answering his question—even if he’d never completed asking it. “The answer’s yes, tiánxîn. I’d love to. Whatever it is, I’m up for it.” And when she said it that way, smiling and moving in close to him, Young-Min almost didn’t know how to respond.
“Your room I suppose, right?” she then clarified with a sexy grin, biting her lower lip. Young-Min only sighed with relief. What else could he do? He just nodded happily and smiled like a little boy who now realized he was next in line to meet Santa Claus at the shopping mall...
Entering Young-Min’s hotel room, the two remained silent, just as they’d done leaving the elevator and walking down the hallway together. There was just something about going back to a hotel room to have sex! What’s more, it was late afternoon—while most of the tourists were still out on the beach, meandering about in the lobbies of luxury hotels, or cruising along boulevards in fancy solar convertibles with the top down enjoying the brilliant Mediterranean sun.
Not Zero and her excited lover. They had finished their day, and had nowhere to be until their flight that night back to Toronto. Even their giant security guards had no idea what they were up to or where they’d gone. The limo to the airship terminal wouldn’t be picking them up for several hours. Plenty of time to peel out of their clothing and make some magic together!
Zero had no lofty expectations for what might be in store for her. She could only assume her wiry, gorgeous bedfellow had little if any idea what he was doing. Young-Min for his part wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into either. Both were about to find out soon enough though, that was about the only thing certain…
It was Young-Min Jo who spoke first, when Zero removed her flimsy cotton dress and laid down on the bed, curled up like a contented house cat, patting the bedspread invitingly. He felt it was as good a time as any to come clean.
“I uh...Zero...I think I should...well, it’s kind of embarrassing but...um,” he stammered, smiling humbly and yet still maintaining a polite manner about the situation as if to indicate how important this moment was to him. He also gave off the impression he was trying desperately to be respectful of her—and that only made him more endearing. Zero could only wonder if what he was trying to say, was that this was his first time ever with a girl.
It was. But Young-Min, being so considerate of his willing partner’s needs—and assuming she had more experience than him—only wanted her to know this fact going in, without being too blunt, of course. He wasn’t embarrassed. He just wanted to limit her expectations. Zero realized this instantly. It made her heart melt.
She shut her eyes and smiled, shaking her head ever so slightly. It didn’t need to be said. He was in good hands. She wanted him. All he needed to do was take his pants off and join her on the bed. She was sure she could handle the rest.
“Mmmm-mmm,” she said, interrupting him in a sultry voice. Meanwhile, Young-Min’s penis throbbed in his boxer shorts, straining to be released. She again patted the mattress next to her, urging him to dispense with the now-unnecessary confession of his virginity. It doesn’t matter, she seemed to be saying, yet without saying a single word. He grinned sheepishly, then winced as his penis now seemed to be attempting a daring escape from his underpants.
He had to bend over at the waist slightly to adjust for this, as he undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Sensing freedom, his penis swelled even further, grinding against the material of his underwear, and pointing at its objective lying on the bed. Zero playfully indicated with her index finger, pointing downward, that he was to remove them as well. Again, she said nothing, just smiled dreamily and gazed at him with anticipation of what he was still concealing within. He slipped out of them quickly, and stood before her proudly, showing off his engorged erection. Zero nodded in approval, then rolled onto her back to slip off her bikini bottoms.
She then sat up on the bed and undid her top, while Young-Min stared at her with mouth agape. She was even more wondrous and beautiful than he’d dreamed—more exciting and wonderful than any woman he’d ever fantasized about in the Virch while masturbating! He’d never felt anything like this before, and knew immediately he’d never desire anyone as much as this again.
After Zero unclasped her top and removed it, breasts now dangling freely, she reached out and clutched the young man’s throbbing member. Gently pulling him nearer, she took it into her mouth and sucked it for several minutes, massaging his testicles and caressing his buttocks, abdomen, and thighs. This she knew would acclimate his cock to the sensations of stimulation, without bringing him to the point of ejaculation too quickly, which she could detect easily if his ball sack tensed or tightened. As his breathing rose and then seemed to calm a bit from her skillful manipulations, she decided it was time to lay him out on the bed and give him a bit of a surprise.
Via gentle shoves and tugs of his arms, Zero directed Young-Min to lay down on the bed, still without saying a word. She pulled off his shirt so he was bare-chested, then she licked and lightly bit at his nipples, while stroking his shaft with one hand, resting her arm on his chest for support. Running her thumb over his penis head, she discovered fluid starting to emit from it. This she realized was a precursor to ejaculation, so she reversed her position, raising up and squatting over his face to let him behold, and then taste, her swollen, wet vulva.
Lowering herself onto his mouth, she knew this would be a shock for him. Yet she remained silent, just breathed and cooed with delight as he slowly figured out what to do. They always had, she knew—boys that is. Always learned fast how to perform oral sex. It never failed. After all, there really wasn’t much to it. Some eventually got rather good at it, with a little guidance, she’d learned. But they all liked doing it. Rarely didn’t. Young-Min only hesitated momentarily. Within minutes, he was putting it all together, she could tell. What’s more, she had to admit, he was doing rather well! She felt pleasure building in her clitoris. Soon she’d be reaching orgasm. Now it was time to truly blow his mind!
Leaning over so her face was near his cock, she grasped it at the base and took it into her mouth, slowly working it toward the back of her throat so she could cram it down her esophagus. Grasping his testicles gently, she monitored the tenseness to see if he was nearing release. But as she began to shudder and shake and tremble with ecstasy, she decided that if he was about ready to erupt, this would be a fabulous way for him to climax. His first time ever? Sixty-nining with a naked girl? On a hotel bed? And coming down her throat...while she in turn exploded in orgasm over his face? Why not?
Besides, in half an hour—maybe less—he’d be ready to go again. Then she could pull out a condom for him and he’d be more relaxed. He’d be more likely to last longer, more likely to drive her wild with repeated, excited thrusts. Once his balls began to tense and tighten, she knew he was nearing the edge.
Zero bucked and ground her vagina into his face as her body rocked in orgasm. By then Young-Min had discovered how to reach up and grab her buttocks to hold her flesh apart so he could breathe through his nose. Realizing that his efforts were resulting in something spectacular for his lover, he continued what he was trying with his lips and tongue as he inhaled and exhaled through his nostrils. The taste of her genitalia suddenly grew saltier, and he detected a gooey substance emitting from between the petals of her moist entrance.
The little bead of flesh that he’d located with his tongue, which had hardened almost immediately when he’d began this process, seemed to be the most sensitive spot for him to concentrate his efforts. Thus, he focused all his attention to it. And when it finally paid off, he was rewarded by the muffled cries of his partner—mouth stuffed with his turgid shaft, penis plunged into a tight orifice he could only assume was the woman’s throat. Prior to experiencing this, he had no idea such a thing was possible.
When he, too, came, it felt like his entire body was on fire. And yet it was different than any of those thousands of orgasms he’d experienced masturbating. So intense! So long lasting! It felt like she was draining from him every last drop of his manhood, and yet—to his surprise and delight—she was swallowing it all down as well. He shook. He groaned. He panted. He writhed. He called out desperately. He felt blood rushing to his brain.
And yet she just kept going and going and going—sucking and swallowing and drinking him down until there couldn’t possibly be anything left to draw from him. Not knowing anything else to do, he dutifully kept licking and sucking and tonguing her quivering crotch until his body finally relaxed—with only an occasional spasm. He continued to lavish her with his tongue and lips in sincere gratitude for what she’d just done for him.
Thus in little time, and to his utter amazement, Zero started coming again. What’s more, to Zero’s immense satisfaction, Young-Min was still rock hard. No lingering questions now. He was perfect for her...whether she was ready to admit it yet or not. What’s more, she was the best lover he’d ever have, need, or desire for the remainder of his life. They made passionate love with each other the rest of the afternoon…
Chapter 13
Dessert Anyone?
“I guess I should’ve seen that one coming,” commented Kwang-Min Jo resignedly. He was sitting at his computer watching video footage of his twin brother, alone in that hotel room with Zero. He felt a tinge of jealousy from seeing them together; frankly, it confused him that he’d react this way. He wasn’t a voyeur. Had no interest in sex or companionship whatsoever. But for some odd reason, he found it fascinating seeing his nearly identical twin having steamy hot sex...with a woman he’d known for many years.
Yes. Typical of the always-suspicious and meticulously careful CEO, he’d had one of his “people” place a micro camera inside his brother’s room to monitor activity.
It was something he often did with his subordinates when they were traveling on business for Min-Pharma; however, it was usually so he could “check up on their safety”. Sometimes he’d review footage to watch hotel cleaning staff—to see if they were taking anything, planting anything, or rifling through pockets of clothing. This time his objective was different though: he wanted to see if Zero would succumb to temptation. He’d been anticipating this for months, and now it was all going down. Literally.
Only problem was, his ultimate reaction to watching it unfolding live on his computer was something he’d not expected. It bothered him for some reason. Shouldn’t have. But it did.
“Don’t know why it’s getting to me,” he continued, talking to himself. No one else was in his office that morning. It was a little past 09:00 local time—six hours behind Central European Time Zone. For Zero and Young-Min meanwhile, it was 15:00 hours, plenty of time before their flight back to Toronto.
A dejected smirk creased across his face, feeling strangely enough like he should somehow resent seeing this—and yet he couldn’t for the life of him understand why. Maybe it was simply because he knew for years that Zero was in love with him personally. And even if he could not return her affections, it gave Kwang-Min a sense of self-confidence being aware of this. It bolstered him at times knowing she adored him.
“But now...now here I am watching this and I’m,”— sigh—“...I’m wondering how she could actually...do it. God, I mean look at them going at it...”
He trailed off for several minutes, gazing at the naked couple now in the throes of passion. His mouth was half-open in shock. It was surreal! Subsequently he snapped out of the spell he was under and regained his composure.
“Oh well, it’s done. They’re lovers. Pretty much would have expected it by now anyway. So...”— pffft—“that’s that. Moving on.”
This was the way Kwang-Min thought. Everything in life was a business deal and nothing more. He never attached emotions to things, if he could possibly avoid it. Mind wouldn’t tolerate such foolishness. She’d made her decision, was how he looked at it, and she’d revealed her intentions. No use dwelling on her motives. He wouldn’t waste time nor energy on such activities. Loyalty was all that a man like Kwang-Min really cared about. It was the closest thing to love and friendship his ice-cold heart could truly embrace. Only question was, what did this afternoon tryst with his twin brother now indicate about Zero’s loyalties?
Kwang-Min looked away for a minute. Looked away from the video of his identical twin mounting his security chief repeatedly and enthusiastically, right along with their happy, sometimes intense facial expressions of passion and ecstasy. Things he couldn’t possibly relate to. Things his instincts kept telling him he was supposed to desire, but simply didn’t. He glanced over at the salt-water fish tank across the room and thought about Zero—and people like her—whom he’d recruited to come work for him. People with sketchy pasts to whom he’d once offered an opportunity. Folks he always believed would remain devoted to him.
“Those fish over there,” he thought, “if I shut down the system and left them alone for a few days, they’d start do die. I know that. And yet I don’t...so they rely on me.”
He continued contemplating this dispassionate analogy between his hundreds of employees and the exotic sea creatures across the room from him.
“They don’t know anything except they’re safe in that tank. No predators to eat them. Food’s provided to them. The mechanism filters out waste...so they have oxygen and the water doesn’t turn stagnant. They have no idea how it all works. They don’t give a damn. They just...exist.”
He watched the fish meandering about, some in groups, others alone, in their simple daily lives moving about the bottom, or simply floating peacefully above the rocks and fake plants they likely didn’t notice anymore, nor care whether they were real or not. Those fish had no idea what their function was or how their existence fit into the grand scheme of things. Maybe that was why they were so content—just like his employees.
“As long as they’re fed, and their tank cleaned regularly, those creatures don’t have a care in the world,” he said out loud. The same of course could not be said for Kwang-Min Jo. He had plenty to worry about—nearly all the time! That day in particular as well. Plenty indeed.
Maybe it grated on him just a tad, seeing Young-Min Jo enjoying Zero’s lovely body in that video. He looked back at the computer screen to see his identical twin burying his face in Zero’s cleavage, grasping her breasts while she gripped his head and stroked his bushy black hair.
“My, he’s really getting after it,” observed Kwang-Min. “The guy just can’t seem to get enough of her,” he also muttered, snickering awkwardly. He began to get a lump in his throat. “Could have been me,” h
e then observed. “So many times, too. Guess I...guess I just never wanted those things from her, that’s all.”
But when he said this, he detected in his own words and tone a sense of regret...a longing for a form of happiness he’d always denied himself. In the early days of building his business, he’d not once considered it—romancing women that is. Now, deep in his heart he knew he’d missed out on something wonderful, and it was too late. His brother clearly possessed the one woman in the whole world who’d ever sought to understand him. The opportunity had passed him by, and yet he couldn’t imagine why he should feel so...deflated. Perhaps it was merely because it was his brother in that video, pleasing her, caressing her, penetrating her, and satisfying her every need…
Of course, to be fair, Young-Min Jo had done plenty to provoke the boss’s ire already. The younger-looking twin spoke to him like a brother would—even in public or in front of other employees. Kidded him like an old friend he’d known all his life, which was understandable, but...problem was he shouldn’t have felt entitled to do so, and that’s what irked Kwang-Min Jo. No one ever talked to “the boss” like his brother had done. No one ever dared.
Yes, Kwang-Min had thought up the whole switcheroo with Young-Min. Perhaps that made it even harder on him having to live with his decision to try and get back in shape to make it look like the drug was working on him—even if he never actually consumed any. And Kwang-Min really wanted to work out with his healthy, much younger-looking twin brother, with Zero conducting the fitness drills, just to make sure he stayed disciplined. Thought it would challenge him. Thought it would be necessary to make him push himself. Boy did it work!
He knew in those first few months—once they’d photographed him shirtless in front of a white background—that it was important they show the most dramatic results possible. Once he started slimming down and losing his flabby belly—started showing off muscle definition and better posture—he figured Young-Min could be inserted into the process and show off his muscular physique instead. Then he could let Young-Min pose as him in all the ads, go shoot commercials on sunny beaches around the world, and otherwise become the face of the product. That, too, came off perfectly!
