Jensoo G!P/Topsoo Oneshots (Converts)

impulse

Jennie Kim watched her from her position on an outside table at a small beachfront café. She was in France on business, it was the middle of beach season, and a very sexy woman had just caught her eye as she strode from the depths of the ocean. She was tall, and had dark messy hair, deep blue-gray captivating eyes, and the body of an international soccer player. She was certain she didn't speak a word of English, but there was no harm in looking, and anyway, even she was well read about the stories of Europeans and that languages weren't necessarily a barrier.

She sipped from her coffee and continued watching her. The beach was full of attractive men and women, all different in their own rights, and yet this one woman out of the crowd had her complete undivided attention. Even the way she picked up her towel and ruffled her hair with it made her shift her legs and cross them the other way around. She had a friend that she was with, a pale woman with short black hair that had an underlayer of blonde-dyed strands, flaming red tattoos and a very attractive physique also. And yet, her eyes returned to the first woman, and she found her mouth becoming dry.

She felt like a bit of a perve. This was a stranger she was frothing at the mouth over. However, she also had to consider the length of time it had been since a certain famous sports star had taken her roughly behind the sports stadium after the game. Not that she believed that this woman was well-known, for one, she would be getting a lot more attention than just from her, and everyone around her seemed to be ignoring the perfection right in front of their eyes.

"Stop it, Jennie," she whispered to herself, shaking her head, and sipping from her coffee.

She couldn't help herself. She looked back up and stared at her again. Her eyes were in a constant state of sizing her up. Her mind was going places it hadn't gone in months. In that time, she had made a point to bury herself in her work and tried not to let the impure thoughts take her over and carry her back to an ex or a friend to remove the cobwebs. Now though she was away from Korea, away from the sanctity of her desk, and the first good-looking woman she had laid eyes on since her arrival was rocking her world without even knowing it.

The woman and her friend began to make their way up the beach, and at first, she thought nothing of it. Her mind was too focused on the sculpture of work, the way the muscles in her legs moved as she walked, the way her hair seemed to wave at her in the wind, and the way those swim trunks that she was wearing scrunched up in a very pronounced manner around her crotch. She didn't realize she was coming straight towards her until it was too late. She didn't have time to stop staring or look away before, eventually, the two of them were merely a few feet away and the woman of interest had finally noticed that she was checking her out.

"Good afternoon," she said in a very distinct Korean accent, tipping her invisible hat as she and her friend were in the motion of passing her.

"Oh— hi!" Jennie said breathlessly, she felt all the air being sucked out of her lungs and could do nothing but sit there as she watched them walk straight past her.

Oh—my—goodness, she thought to herself, the view of her walking away from behind made her feel just as flushed in the face as it had been from the front.

For a moment she watched her go. All the impure thoughts were doubling in quality and quantity, but the farther away she got from her, the sooner she realized, the window of opportunity was quickly slamming shut. She hesitated; on one hand, it was quite improper for a lady to proposition a stranger merely on sight; however, on the other hand, she was bloody gorgeous, her body was screaming for it, and she had a very important business meeting tomorrow, for which she was not wanting to show up to with an unclear mind.

Jennie quickly slung her travel bag over her shoulder and took off through the crowd. Her hesitation had not been too damaging. It took her a moment, but after much pushing and shoving, she eventually spotted the familiar backside of the woman through a gap in the masses. She hurried the best she could, though not too abruptly, as she gave herself some time to think about what she was going to say to the woman. Her only worry was if she ducked into an alleyway without her seeing, or into an apartment complex that she couldn't gain access to, then the chase would be over before it had even started.