“Jellyfish, help!” I screamed from the top of my lungs as a soft and slimy thing brushed against my legs.
Wriggling my body and kicking my leg to shake it off, I could only watch in horror as the gelatinous, invertebrate animal floated away from me. I had heard how dangerous some of them could be and that their stings could be excruciating. Some of its species are even lethal.
“Anybody who can get a vinegar?” a voice rang in my head before a pair of strong arms lifted me from the water. I got stunned when I saw that it was Mr. Kim.
Just a while ago, I took a plunge under the water after a strange emotion overwhelmed me. Mr. Kim Mori, the man in my dreams, just punished me with a glass of wine after losing a game. It was a swimming competition under the moonlit night where I lost consecutively for three rounds. Who could ever win under his gaze? I even felt like dying in thrill and excitement every time he looked at me.
I knew I had no right to feel this way; he just got married to a woman younger than me while I was also engaged to Zed, a man I was in a relationship with for seven long years. Aside from that, Mr. Kim Mori was the man behind Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines. And I knew that the branch in Mactan Export Processing Zone, Cebu, Philippines was just one among the branches around the globe.
So, he was someone impossible for an ordinary accountant like me. He was as high and unreachable as the moon while I was just mud in the earth. Yet, I couldn’t help myself from getting infatuated with him. Watching him through news portals and even through tabloids and magazines always made my day. And I didn’t know what caused this madness within me because he was not a celebrity but a business magnate.
I only returned to my senses when I felt the hardness of the chaise lounge’s surface. Mr. Kim put me down on it while the rest of the workers gathered. Then, someone came panting, handing out a bottle of vinegar.
“Here, Mr. Kim!” the all-too-familiar voice made me look up together with Mr. Kim. She rolled out her eyes at me after Mr. Kim took the bottle from her hand. I also felt like giggling.
“You should see a doctor if the pain gets unbearable,” he murmured while glancing at me and while pouring the spicy and pungent fluid in my thigh.
I got caught in between looking at my stung leg and his face. It was when I realized I was only wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Before I dove into the water, I remembered tossing my swimwear cover-up in the chaise lounge where I placed my towel.
My face apparently drained its color because Mr. Kim looked at me worriedly. He probably thought I got scared of the sting since a jellyfish could be venomous. Yet, little did he know that it was because I was suddenly conscious of my nudity before him. I even caught him glancing secretly at the bulge between my thighs. And I knew the wet cloth had outlined the slit between the curves of my bottom lips.
“How do you feel?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“I’m fine, Mr. Kim. I think that jellyfish is not the venomous type.”
I suddenly got confused about how to position myself. If I pull up myself into an upright posture, his face would be closer to my full-sized busts. If I stay in my reclined position, he would have a clearer view of the thing between my thighs. And I turned paler at this thought because I had been fantasizing about him in bed. I was too scared that my reaction would show.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He was so close to me that I could even smell the alcohol through his breathing. For all those many games he lost, he would probably be drunk by now. The organizers of the team-building activities had never come up with other means of punishment except for letting the losers drink a glass of wine.
“Yes, sir. I just need a bath.”
“Okay. I’ll bring you to your room,” he offered; and that was to carry me bridal style.
“No, sir! I can walk.”
“No, sir. She must be tipsy already,” came Ara’s voice. I hurried to glance at her, only to find her grinning like a fool.
Mr. Kim straightened up and looked at Ara, perhaps considering what she said. Then, he lifted me from the chaise lounge without a word and sauntered towards the direction of our cottage. I noticed that there were times that he also stepped backward and staggered. Crazy as I was, I took advantage of this moment by staring into his face. I even got the nerve to hook my arms around his neck. Perhaps, it was already the alcohol kicking in, but I didn’t regret it. This moment may never happen again.
I then heard the sound of a twisting doorknob and a creaking door. A few seconds after that, my back already felt the soft cushion of the bed. Perhaps because I was so heavy that he was in a hurry to put me down, he did not turn the light on. But probably because of the light coming from the bathroom, I could still see him well.
Due to my weight and my arms around his neck, his face was so close to me when my head finally hit the bed. I got stunned for a moment and suddenly woke up to reality. My eyes widened as I looked back at him, and I realized that he was also staring at me. My heartbeats immediately turned into a frenzy, and before I could take a breath, his lips closed on mine.
I stiffened for a moment, but his warm lips on my mouth gave me a strange and wonderful feeling. My mind was also screaming that it's already my fantasy coming true. And as what my thoughts had dictated, I found myself refusing to resist.
I kissed him back in equal fervor until his moves got deeper. He probed his tongue inside my mouth, and I met it with excitement. Soon, we took turns twirling, probing, and sucking until a sense of pleasure took me to heights. I suddenly wanted more that I didn’t stop him when his hands started squeezing my breasts. At first, he was gentle, but his squeezing became rough and possessive as we continued exploring with our mouths.
I moaned and arched my back to give him more of me until he took the cue. He then replaced his hands on my peaks with his mouth. He did it so slowly, teasing and taunting me. When his slow moves felt like torture on my part, I begged.
“Please,” I murmured as I tossed my body forward, begging for more exploration.
He listened after a while, and then I felt his lips go downward. I closed my eyes, feeling every inch of his touch until I felt my bikini slipping down. My heart almost stopped when I felt his tongue tracing my slit. When he finally found my clit and closed his lips on it, I screamed. And I kept screaming until a surge of pleasure broke inside me, making my whole body tremble.
I no longer knew when Mr. Kim left the room. I closed my eyes for a long time, feeling the thrill of such an experience. When I opened my eyes, he was no longer there. I knew I couldn’t hold him responsible for what he did; it was all my fault and the alcohol in my system. But this was something I would never forget, a memory that would last for a lifetime.