Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 319: Closing Time

The fluorescent lights of the clinic hummed softly, the only sound in the room aside from the gentle click of the front door closing. Joon-ho watched Mr. Park shuffle down the sidewalk, the older man rubbing his lower back with a grateful smile. Another regular, another satisfied customer leaving with a little more spring in his step.

Joon-ho flipped the sign in the window to "Closed" and turned the deadbolt. The day had been long—a steady stream of patients from morning until now, the usual mix of office workers with stiff necks, older folks with aching joints, and the occasional athlete nursing a pulled muscle. His own back protested as he stretched, the muscles tight from hours on his feet.

The clinic was quiet now, the silence settling over the reception area like a heavy blanket. The others had already taken off hours ago. Saena had picked up the kids from school, mentioning something about helping them with homework. Yura had taken Nari to the pediatrician for a checkup earlier that afternoon. Harin and Hyerim had left together around four, Harin complaining about a headache and Hyerim promising to take care of her. Even Su-bin and Soo-jin had headed out, Su-bin looking exhausted and Soo-jin murmuring something about making sure she got home safely.

That left just him and Yurin.

He found her in the massage room, already hard at work. She'd been off all day, jittery and distracted, dropping things and forgetting simple tasks. Twice he'd caught her staring blankly at the wall, only to snap back to reality when someone called her name. It wasn't like her—Yurin was usually focused, efficient, one of his most reliable staff members.

Now she was aggressively folding linens, her movements sharp and efficient, like she was trying to work off nervous energy. The stack of clean towels was already taller than it needed to be, perfectly aligned with military precision. She was smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles, her fingers twitching against the fabric.

"Yurin," he said softly, not wanting to startle her.

She jumped anyway, spinning around with a towel clutched to her chest like a shield. "Oh! Joon-ho! I didn't hear you come in."

"You okay? You've been jumpy all day."

"I'm fine," she insisted, but her eyes darted away from his. "Just… a lot on my mind, I guess."

Joon-ho crossed the room, closing the distance between them. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"No, it's—really, I'm fine." She turned back to the supplies, her fingers fumbling with a bottle of massage oil. "Just need to finish cleaning up and get home."

"Home to what?"

"What?"

"You don't have any plans tonight, do you? I saw your schedule."

Yurin sighed, her shoulders dropping. "No. No plans. Just… home."

"Then why the rush?"

"I'm not rushing," she said, but she was. She was practically vibrating with nervous energy, her foot tapping an irregular rhythm against the floor. Her cheeks were flushed, a faint pink dusting that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

Joon-ho stepped up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She tensed at first, then slowly relaxed as his thumbs worked into the tight muscles of her neck. He could feel the knots there, the tension that had been building all day.

"You're so tense," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Everything okay with you and—"

"Everything's fine," she cut him off, a little too quickly. "Really."

"Okay," he said, letting it drop. For now.

His hands continued their work, kneading her shoulders, then sliding down her arms. Yurin let out a soft sigh, her head falling forward, exposing the slender column of her neck. Joon-ho pressed a kiss there, just below her hairline, and felt her shiver.

"Sensitive today?"

"A little," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

His hands drifted lower, skimming over her waist, then curving around to her front. One hand settled on her stomach, the other sliding down to cup her ass through her uniform skirt.

Yurin gasped, her body jerking in his arms. "Joon-ho—"

"What?" he asked, his lips brushing against her ear again. "Can't I touch my woman?"

"You can, but—someone might come back—"

"Everyone's gone, Yurin. It's just us."

His hand squeezed her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Yurin's breath hitched, her hands coming up to grip his arms, not to push him away but to steady herself.

"You've been distracted all day," he said, his voice dropping lower. "And now you're so jumpy. Makes me wonder what you've been up to."

"Nothing," she insisted, but her voice was shaky. "I haven't done anything."

"No?" His other hand moved upward, cupping her breast through her uniform top. "Then why are you so sensitive?"

Yurin couldn't answer, just pressed her face against his arm as his thumb brushed over her nipple. Even through the fabric, he could feel how hard it was, how responsive she was to his touch.

"And this," he murmured, his fingers exploring. "No bra today? That's not like you."

"I—forgot," she stammered. "I was running late and—"

"And forgot your panties too?"

Yurin's eyes went wide. "How did you—"

Joon-ho chuckled, the sound vibrating against her back. "I can feel it." His hand slid under her skirt, fingers trailing up her bare thigh. "Nothing between me and you."

Yurin's face burned, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "I—"

"Shh." He bit down gently on her earlobe, and Yurin let out a soft moan, her knees buckling. Joon-ho caught her, holding her upright against his chest. "It's okay. I like it."

His hand moved higher, fingers brushing through her folds. She was already wet, slick and ready for him. Yurin gasped, her hips rocking instinctively against his hand.

"Look at that," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Soaking wet. You've been like this all day, haven't you? Thinking about me?"

"Maybe," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

"All day at work, all those patients coming and going, and you were just sitting here wet and wanting."

His fingers teased her entrance, circling but not entering. Yurin let out a frustrated sound, her hips trying to push him deeper.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"You," she said immediately. "I want you."

"How bad?"

"So bad, Joon-ho. Please."

He pulled his hand away, ignoring her whine of protest, and stepped back. Yurin turned to face him, her chest heaving, her lips parted, her eyes dark with need.

"Show me," he said.

Yurin didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for his belt. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle, her eagerness making her clumsy, but she finally got it undone. The button followed, then the zipper, and his pants pooled around his ankles.

His cock sprang free, already hard and aching. Yurin wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers barely able to close around his girth, and leaned forward to press a kiss to the tip.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head.

She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. Her uniform top came off next, tossed aside without a second thought, leaving her in just her skirt.

Joon-ho watched her, his gaze fixed on her bare chest. Her breasts were larger than he'd expected, full and soft, the pale skin dusted with faint freckles. And there, centered on each nipple, were thin silicone covers, barely visible against her skin.

"What are these?" he asked, his finger tracing the edge of one.

"Nipple covers," Yurin said, pulling her mouth away just long enough to answer. "So they wouldn't show through my uniform."

"Let me see."

She sat back on her heels, her chest thrust forward, and let him peel them off one by one. The adhesive made a soft sound as it released, and then her nipples were bare. They were small and inverted, sunken beneath the areolas, barely visible against her pale skin. But as the cool air hit them, they began to harden, the small nubs pressing outward.

Joon-ho rolled one between his fingers, and Yurin gasped, her back arching. The stimulation was clearly intense, her body responding with quick, shallow breaths.

"Sensitive," he noted, doing it again.

"Too sensitive," she said, but she didn't pull away. "It feels—too much."

"Good too much or bad too much?"

"Good," she admitted, her face flushed. "So good."

He continued to play with her, alternating between gentle strokes and sharp pinches, watching her reactions. Yurin's eyes glazed over, her lips parting as soft moans escaped her. Her hand found its way between her legs, fingers seeking out her clit, rubbing in tight, practiced circles.

"Don't stop," he told her. "Keep doing that."

Yurin nodded, her hand moving faster as she took him back into her mouth. She'd done this enough times to know exactly what he liked—how to use her tongue, how to take him deep without gagging, how to look up at him with those wide, innocent eyes that made his cock throb.

The sight of her, pleasuring both of them at once, was almost too much. Her head bobbed, her hand worked between her legs, her hips rocked in a rhythm all their own. The room filled with the wet sounds of her mouth, the soft slap of her fingers against her pussy, her muffled moans around his cock.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "Yurin, I'm—"

She didn't pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed around him. Her hand sped up between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clit with desperate urgency.

Joon-ho's hips bucked, his release building, his balls drawing tight. "Gonna—"

She hummed around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. He came with a groan, spilling into her mouth, pulse after pulse of hot cum. Yurin swallowed it all, her throat working as she drank him down, her tongue cleaning every last drop.

When he was finished, she pulled back, her mouth opening to show him the empty space, her tongue coated with the last traces of his release.

"Good girl," he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "So good for me."

Yurin beamed up at him, her face flushed, her eyes bright with satisfaction. "I try."

"Up," he commanded, helping her to her feet. "On the bed."

She scrambled up onto the massage table, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. The position left her completely exposed, her wet pussy on display, her thighs glistening with her own arousal.

Joon-ho stepped up behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He entered her in one smooth thrust, burying himself deep inside her warmth. Yurin cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets, her body arching as he filled her.

He set a steady pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. Yurin's moans filled the room, growing louder with each movement, her body rocking forward with the force of his strokes.

His hands found her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, his fingers finding her sensitive nipples and pinching them just hard enough to make her gasp. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back, and kissed her shoulder, her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

"Joon-ho," she moaned, her head falling back to rest against his shoulder. "Yes, please—"

He kissed her lips, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to thrust into her. Her walls clenched around him, her body responding to every movement, every touch, every kiss.

"Lift your leg," he commanded.

Yurin obeyed, lifting one leg and hooking it over his arm. The position opened her up even more, allowing him to go deeper. He pushed in, burying himself to the hilt, and Yurin cried out as he hit new depths.

"Right there," she gasped. "Oh god, Joon-ho, right there—"

He could feel it too—the way her cervix brushed against the head of his cock with each thrust, the way her walls fluttered around him, the way her body tensed and released with each movement.

"Close," he warned her.

"Me too," she panted. "Don't stop—please don't stop—"

He didn't. He increased his pace, his hips snapping forward, his grip on her hip tightening. Yurin's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling as her release built.

"Joon-ho, I'm—"

"Let go," he told her. "Cum for me."

She did, her body convulsing around him, her walls clamping down as her orgasm washed over her. Joon-ho groaned, the sensation pushing him closer to his own release.

"Where?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Inside," she begged. "Please, inside—"

He thrust deep one final time and let go, his cum flooding her womb. Yurin cried out, her body arching as she felt the warmth spreading inside her, filling her completely.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, their bodies still joined. The room was quiet now, save for the sound of their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the clinic's lights.

Joon-ho pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then slowly pulled out. Yurin slumped forward onto the bed, a satisfied smile on her face, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Better now?" he asked, stroking her back.

Yurin nodded, her eyes half-closed. "Much."

"Good." He helped her sit up, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Because we still need to finish cleaning up."

Yurin laughed softly, leaning into him. "Five minutes?"

Joon-ho grinned. "Five minutes."

But as she reached for her discarded uniform, he caught her hand, pulling her back for one more kiss. "Maybe ten."

She smiled against his lips, her fingers curling around his. "Ten sounds good."