Seoul - the Poet and the upscale Global Escort
As the VTL (vaccinated travel lane) with South Korea comes into effect in mid-November, it reminded me of two ladies in Seoul. One (Kelly) is a poet. She was impressive in many ways but can be moody and unpredictable. Another is a mixed Korean young lady, “A”, a hyperactive bunny who would become an upscale global escort.
The Poet
From a personal and professional POV, I like Seoul. Korea’s growing “soft power” through its music and movies, especially this past decade, helped a lot. And of course Korean food, and Korean women!
I stay at the same hotel in Seoul most of the time. It’s a great place up in the hills, an enclave dotted with diplomatic residences – the hotel has a vibrant night spot at the basement level.
Typical of my work trips, I spend the first night with business partners, and post dinner we always end in a room salon (hostess bars with private rooms). Other nights were not alcohol fuelled, normally a client dinner and I’m back at the hotel just after 10 o’clock. Then the routine of clearing emails and stuff. And finally, an elevator ride to the basement bar for a drink to wind-down for the day…..
The bar was crowded as usual for a weekday. A lot of movement as people go around the different sections, ‘live’ band area, pool (billiards) area, the dance floor, and so on. Kelly and her friend (Joon) were perched on high stools at the bar counter. It was an opportunistic meeting.
I don’t look like a Korean. The only similarity I have with Koreans is my Singaporean Chinese skin tone. Besides, I am “under dressed” – crew neck t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, smartened up with a blazer. The rest of the guys are in suits (some even with ties), presumably having come from the office.
The Koreans – both guys and gals, can be “pushy” – not in a bad way – given the crowd, everyone tends to brush past, or push a little, to get around. Decidedly, the fastest way to get a drink is to inch your way to the bar counter, find the slightest opening and get the bartender’s attention.
“Hite, please”, I requested (in English), as I squeezed into the tiny opening next to Kelly’s friend, Joon. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kelly and Joon turn their heads to look at me. The bartender brings my drink together with the bill. I ask for a pen and scribble my details, charging it to my room. Amidst the noise at the bar, I heard “Hello, where are you from?” in English. It was Kelly.
“Hi, I’m O2O. From Singapore”. I lifted my bottle of beer and Kelly and Joon clinked their drink glasses on my bottle spontaneously. The ladies didn’t even have to stretch far - I was literally shoulder-to shoulder with Joon, and Kelly was one seat away.
After establishing that I was by myself, Kelly added, “You can join us if you like”. Earlier, I had done a quick eye-scan of the place, there were several good looking ladies around, and I would rate Kelly and Joon as just a notch below the stunning eye candies I spotted earlier. In reality, I was happy just to find a place to rest my drink (plus ease of ordering more drinks later) and people-watch.
As anticipated, the ladies, who spoke good English, asked how I find Korea, and had curious questions about Singapore. We had a few more drinks and by about 1am, the crowd had thinned out. I’ve finished my fourth bottle of beer and wanted to use the rest room.
“Rest room break, I’ll be back”, I said to the ladies. They spoke in Korean. “It’s nice to meet you, I have to leave first”, Joon said. “Kelly will stay”. When I came back from the rest room, Kelly was finishing her drink.
“One more?”, I offered. “No. But can I rest for a while?”, Kelly asked. Instinctively, I wanted to invite Kelly upstairs to my room. But I was mindful I had just met her for less than two hours and she was unlikely to be a commercial sex worker “ready to go”.
“Sure, do you want to sit at the sofa area?”, I replied innocently, seeing that the comfy sofa seats are now available. Kelly (and Joon), and later myself, had been sitting on the high bar stools earlier.
“I’m sorry, O2O, I mean can I lie in bed for a short while, I am tired”, Kelly clarified. I looked Kelly in the eye. Before I could say anything, she said, “I trust you. You seem like a good person.” It indicated that she was asking to rest in my bed.
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Originally Posted by
redarrow
Ha ha this place sound so much like Brix at Hyatt 😅
Haha, you are right about the place! But it’s called JJ Mahoney’s (which compared with Brix in Singapore, JJ’s is way, way more happening!)
“I’m sorry, O2O, I mean can I lie in bed for a short while, I am tired”, Kelly clarified. I looked Kelly in the eye. Before I could say anything, she said, “I trust you. You are a good person.” It indicated that she was asking to rest in
my
bed.
I waited for Kelly as she collected her coat (it was winter) from the cloak room. She was about to head towards the escalator, which led to the hotel lobby, when I tapped her wrist.
“There’s an elevator past the shops, it goes directly to the room”, I explained. Kelly put her elbow around mine for support. I sensed she was tired, but not drunk. We walked past several branded shops, part of the hotel complex’s basement shopping area. There was no one else around. Her high heels on the marble floor were the only sound. From basement two, we ascended nearly 20 levels to my room.
“It’s so pretty”, Kelly exclaimed. She was referring to the view across the Han River, as she stood in the living area which had floor to ceiling glass panels. (I was in a so-called Executive Suite, which had a living area and a separate bedroom with an en-suite bathroom).
Kelly placed her coat on the sofa and went to the bathroom. I made myself a cup of hot Korean ginseng tea, lighted a cigarette and marvelled at the beautiful night view across the river. I can get used to this, I thought to myself.
Some 10 minutes later, Kelly came back to the living area. I think she washed her face, otherwise everything else looked the same.
“What time is your work tomorrow?”, she asked. I told her I had a lunch meeting.
“You can rest here tonight if you like”, I told Kelly. “But I have to head out at 11am”.
“Do you respect me, O2O?”, Kelly asked. I wasn’t sure if it was “lost in translation” or if it was “cultural gap” in communications. In any case, I said, “Yes. Why?”
“If you respect me, then I feel comfortable to stay”, Kelly responded. I decided to stop the verbal dance and went straight to the point.
“Kelly, if you trust me, you are very welcome to stay. I respect you, so I will not do bad things to you.” In my (twisted) mind, having a good fuck is not a bad thing; on the contrary, it is a good thing, as long as its consensual.
Kelly nodded approvingly, “I will take a shower”. I took a pair of bedroom slippers from the wardrobe and left it outside the bathroom door, where Kelly had left her high heel shoes. I was beginning to feel tired.
Kelly came out after showering wrapped in the hotel bathrobe. I made her a cup of hot tea and I went to shower. Maybe because the bathroom was enclosed, there was a whiff of perfume scent, the same woody smell I first detected when Kelly walked elbow-in-elbow with me at the basement floor.
When I came out of the bathroom, Kelly was asleep in my bed, nicely tucked under the blanket. I could see her shoulders, she still wore the bathrobe. But I was certain she was not wearing her bra and panties. Because she had folded her dress, bra and panties, and left it in the bathroom.
Till this point, I do not know much about Kelly. She looked in her early 30’s, about 1.7m tall, slim, with shoulder length hair - a little alike to actress Park Shin-hye with shorter hair. I assumed she did well in school, including learning English, or perhaps she studied/worked internationally. I was too tired to think about it.
It was nearly 2am. I set the alarm for 8am on my phone. I sneaked underneath the blanket quietly like a mouse, trying not to wake Kelly. She stirred a little, but continued sleeping. I slept on my left side, on the left side of the bed, intentionally turning away from seeing Kelly. I fell asleep, feeling tired… and intrigued.
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wattonhenry
Once again @
Online2Offline
, I don’t know how you do this kind of thing. I never feel comfortable to do what you did. Fear that I wake up with a kidney missing.
Welcome back by the way! And great updates as usual.
Now you’re freaking me out! But seriously, I operate on instincts – rightfully or wrongfully. My initial instinct was Kelly could be a bored divorcee picking me up at the bar! Her watch (Patek) and handbag (Hermes) hinted she was not short of money. Ultimately, it was her mannerism which convinced me she was not a “bad hat”.
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sixtworth
Very nice story, please continue bro…
Thanks for supporting, bro!
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It was nearly 2am. I set the alarm to 8am on my phone. I slipped underneath the blanket quietly like a mouse, trying not to wake Kelly. She stirred a little, but continued sleeping. I slept on my left side, on the left side of the bed, intentionally turning away from seeing Kelly.
I fell asleep, feeling tired.. and intrigued.
The alarm rang at 8am. Kelly was woken up by the alarm as well. It was a surreal feeling. I was sleeping with a stranger, albeit a good looking lady. And as far as I know, I had not made any physical contact with her though we shared the same bed for several hours.
“Joeun achimieyo” (good morning), Kelly greeted me.
“Good morning. I hope you slept well”, I looked at Kelly. She looked beautiful in a dazed and confused way. Maybe it’s her “morning just wake up” look. I got up from bed – I was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts – I do not know if she noticed my morning wood as I had a small erection, a common occurrence for me in the morning.
Quick shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and I was ready for breakfast. Kelly took less than 15min after me, and despite wearing last night’s clothes, she still looked fresh, even without any make-up. We had breakfast at the hotel café.
“When do you go back to Singapore?”, Kelly asked me at breakfast. “Tomorrow afternoon”, I said. “Then I will meet you at the bar again tonight?” Kelly said.
“See you at 11pm”, I replied (I had a client dinner that night). We exchanged Line contact and after breakfast, Kelly took off and I returned to my room.
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There were was a queue of nearly 20 people waiting to get into the popular night spot. I walked right up to the receptionist (usherer) and showed her my hotel key card. (I was aware hotel room guests had the privilege of priority entry).
“O2O!”, someone called out. I turned around and saw Kelly and Joon. The receptionist had scanned my key card, but she did not ask for my name as she had heard Kelly call me.
Funnily, someone else called out “O2O”. I saw it was a young lady. But “not my type”… her waist was bigger than mine…
“Your guests?”, the receptionist asked. Shortly, Kelly, Joon and I were fast-tracked into the night spot. We couldn’t find a seat, so we hung out at the live music area, where an American jazz band was performing. During the band’s break, it was more conducive to talk.
“I am a sales executive with an international company, and I travel within Asia to meet my clients”, I explained what I did for a living, without wanting to be too specific.
“I am a Korean poet and Joon is my friend from my publisher”, Kelly told me. I wanted to make sure I heard her correctly. “So, you are a writer, a poet and Joon works in the publishing company?”
For a moment, I was in awe. How many published poets have you met in your life? It was the first (and to date, the only one) I have ever met!
Joon left before 1 o’clock, just like the previous night. I found out she had to be in the office by 10 in the morning. That evening, I got to know more about Kelly. In a nutshell, she spent part of her teenage years in London, where her father was posted by his employer. Which explained why she was reasonably fluent in English. After returning to Korea, she attended a prestigious Seoul university, studying humanities. She had been writing for nearly a decade, is an only child, and lives alone as her parents are overseas.
“I don’t want to smoke in public”, Kelly said. “Let’s go to your room”.
We shared a bottle of red wine in my room. Kelly bombarded me with questions and thoughts. “How can you live in a country with only one season? You eat the same type of food all year round? I think most men don’t think deep enough…..”
“O2O, you are nice. Most foreign men I meet at the bar wants to sleep with me. Are you gay?”, she went on. I burst out laughing!
“Are you comfortable with me, Kelly?”, I asked her. She smiled. “Then stay for the night”.
“I want to have another cigarette. You can shower first”, Kelly said. “Later, tell me if you are gay or not”. I shook my head in amusement and headed to the bathroom.
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Kelly and I were laying side-by-side in bed. She wore the hotel bathrobe. I don’t know if she wore her bra and panties underneath, coz she showered after me, and I did not bother checking her clothes in the bathroom.
She cuddled up to me and soon fell asleep. I felt the warmth of her breathing on my neck. She had one hand across my chest. My cock stirred. I was very tempted to feel her body. I was torn: the gentleman in me dictated that I should not touch her, after all, she seemed to really trust me. The horny devil in me wanted a comprehensive physical inspection of the beautiful lady who is sharing my bed for a second consecutive night.
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The horny devil in me wanted a comprehensive physical inspection of the beautiful lady who is sharing my bed for a second consecutive night.
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I was woken up by the feeling of a light strip of weight which stretched across my thigh diagonally to my other leg. In fact, “the weight” partially rested on my cock.
“You are gay”, she whispered.
Unconsciously, I had fallen asleep with Kelly by my side. The “weight” was her leg across my lower body.
“I’m not gay. I don’t want to lose your trust”, I said, without opening my eyes and still half-asleep. I stretched my hand to turn on the bedside light.
Kelly’s bathrobe was no longer snugly wrapped around her body. Her creamy white breasts were peeping out. As her leg was across my body, it exposed her smooth, slim and fair thigh. My cock hardened. Kelly must have felt it.
Without saying a word, Kelly started to kiss my neck. Her hand went underneath my t-shirt… and she moved it downwards to stroke my cock from outside my boxer shorts. I was feeling her soft breasts with erected nipples. I moved my hand southwards until I touched her pubic hair, that’s when Kelly shifted her body and went down on me. She removed my boxers and the warmth of her tiny mouth engulfing my massive member was overtly satisfying especially when I had not expected it. My hand could not reach Kelly’s vagina, but I was able to continuously caress her breasts, probably a 32C.
“It’s big”, Kelly commented as she stopped blowing me and coiled up by my side. “You can touch my pussy, but be gentle”.
I rubbed my middle finger around her pussy lips, brushing past her bushy pubic hair. I detected a slight moistness. Kelly moved to kiss my lips and played with the tip of my cock. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she allowed her tongue to meet mine. My finger had gone into her love hole, just a little bit, and she was now holding my cock with all her fingers.
As we tongue kissed more intensively, my finger went deeper into her pussy, feeling her warm wetness. She had started masturbating me. It was the optimal time to bring it to the next level. Alas, I did not have a condom, and I was reluctant to have sex with Kelly without one.
Kelly’s hand-job skills were not great, but neither was my “tolerance level” at that time. The more I fingered her, the heavier her breathing. We had stopped kissing, and she was literally breathing into my neck and trying to subdue her little moans. Looking at her smooth, fair body, her suitably sized breasts and a jet black bush with my fingers all over the patch, I ejaculated into her hand and my stomach. I continued fingering Kelly even after I came, until I felt a slight contraction of her pussy and a “second layer” of watery warmth which transpired to be her cum.
“Maybe we can make love if I see you again”, Kelly told me as she rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed her hair and her forehead without replying her. We stayed in bed for a few minutes more before Kelly got up to shower. “I need to go home and change clothes. I am meeting Joon and her manager later”, she said.
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I was at the airline lounge at Incheon Airport later that day when Kelly messaged me. “I hope to see you again”. Before I could reply, she sent a second message. “I want to see you again”.
“I want to see you again, too, Kelly”, I replied.
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Kelly and I did not have any further communications after that. I took it as an intriguing experience, one that may or may not have a next episode.
Time flies, and it was three months later – another one of my quarterly work trips to Seoul. After confirming my meeting dates, I messaged Kelly.
“I want to see you again, Kelly. Next week”.
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“I want to see you again, Kelly. Next week”.
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After wrapping up my work in the morning, I was at the hotel’s taxi stand at 2pm on a Friday afternoon. It was still quite cold for me, around 15 degrees celsius, but the clear blue sky and crisp air made it a cheerful day. Just under 45min later, I arrived in Paju, outside Seoul. Kelly suggested we meet for afternoon tea at Heyri Village (a creative enclave of artists, writers and musicians) in Paju.
I found the café Kelly chose easily. She looked different from when we last met. Her hair was longer, and she was casually dressed with a beret, knitted turtle neck and hugging jeans. She also had minimal make-up, just a dash of maroon on her lips. I liked her causal chic look. Previously, her one-piece dress, leather handbag and high heels made her look “serious”.
Kelly showed me around the area. I enjoyed the little tour of craftsmen, artists (painters), musicians (traditional Korean genre) and little cafes where writers ponder over their chapters/verses. She occasionally worked from Heyri Village as part of a collective.
We made our way back to trendy Itaewon for dinner, followed by drinks in one of the hip bars in the area. “I need to go someone calm, with light music”, Kelly said after we downed our third drink at the bar. The easy choice was back to my hotel, just 5min drive away, where the lobby lounge featured a resident pianist. Unfortunately, when we reached the hotel, it was past midnight and the pianist had completed her last set for the night.
Going to the basement night spot was not an option, especially on a Friday night. It would be too boisterous for Kelly’s preference for a “calm” place. “Are you staying in a suite again?”, Kelly asked me. “Yes”, I said. She took my hand (the first time ever, we never held hands before) and we strolled towards the elevator.
Kelly connected the blue tooth speaker in my room to her mobile. She opted for mood music akin to Siddharta, mostly uplifting but occasionally haunting. I opened a bottle of red wine.
“Immerse into the music”, Kelly said, as she scribbled notes in Korean on her note book in between sips of wine and a cigarette. I looked across the Han River and wondered what it was like to be a writer, a poet.
“Sit next to me”, Kelly said. I moved from the single seater opposite to join Kelly on the sofa. She shut her note book and put it aside. She leaned against me and closed her eyes. I put my arm around her shoulders and through the reflection of the glass surrounding, I could see she was at peace. I did not think of anything sexual. In fact, I felt at peace too - that I don’t need to fuck a beautify and intellectual lady who self-invited herself to my room.
Kelly sat up after several minutes and sipped on her wine again. “I will shower first”, she said. This time, she was more prepared to stay over. She took out a toiletries bag and what appeared to be a one-piece pyjama dress from her slick mini-backpack. I placed a pair of bedroom slippers outside the bathroom, just like I did the last time. I also took out the box of condoms which I had bought at Guardian at Changi Airport, and placed it inside the bedside table drawer.
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I also took out the box of condoms which I had bought at Guardian at Changi Airport, and placed it inside the bedside table drawer.
Kelly exuded a fresh scent of cherry blossom when she came out of the bathroom (she had brought her own shower gel). I could make out her nipples in the grey satin pyjama dress she wore. I went into the bathroom for my shower, and as I had guessed, she had neatly folded her clothes, including her bra and panties, and left them on the vanity table, like before.
Coming out of the bathroom, the bedroom lights were switched off but the TV screen was tuned to the in-house instrumental music channel, which provided a warm glow and a romantic atmosphere. Her hair now tied up, Kelly was sitting up in bed and looking at her phone.
As I got into the bed, she put her phone aside and pulled me towards her.
“What is your impression of me”, she began. “I want you to be honest, please.”
“You are a nice person…but I think you can be too trusting”, I told her.
She did not respond directly. Kelly opined that Korean society can be stifling. Confucianism remains a fundamental part of Korean life till the present; Korean men she met at social settings mostly wanted a good time, just like with foreigners
She went back to the first time we met, some three months ago at the hotel bar. “When you said you are from Singapore, I was happy and interested because Koreans have a good impression of Singapore”, Kelly said. What followed surprised me – Kelly had been observing me meticulously the moment we first met.
“You dress simply but I noticed what you wear, your watch, your jacket. And you did not flirt with me” she laughed.
“When I entered the room and realized it’s a suite, I feel you are being humble to say you are just a traveling salesman. Then I saw your luggage tag – you told me your real name and you travel first class. I felt really comfortable with you, I felt I could trust you.” I thought Kelly had finished speaking.
“You are the opposite of most men I meet. They are loud. They want to sleep with me as soon as possible. And you, O2O, you are relaxed and just wanted a drink companion”, she finally concluded.
I felt like I looked into a talking mirror.
Kelly looked very relieved after speaking her mind. I felt exposed.
“Now I’m worried”, I said to Kelly jokingly. “You observe too much!”
Kelly removed her hair band and let her hair down. Hitherto, only my right arm was in physical contact with her left arm, as we sat side-by-side in bed. When she moved to undo her hair band, her left breast brushed against me. Throughout her “feedback”, I sat and listened attentively in my t-shirt and boxer shorts, my “default pyjamas” aside from sleeping nude.
That she let her hair down and feeling the softness of breast through her satin nightie, produced a swift and remarkably stiff response from my cock in mere seconds. It was like magic.
“So, I don’t trust people easily”, said Kelly. “And… I also observed you have a big penis.” Kelly slipped her hand into my boxer shorts, almost like she wanted to confirm her point. She looked vindicated at her discovery.
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“So, I don’t trust people easily”, said Kelly. “And… I also observed you have a big penis.” Kelly slipped her hand into my boxer shorts, almost like she wanted to confirm her point. She looked vindicated at her discovery.
I removed Kelly’s pyjamas with no resistance from her. She wriggled under the comforter cover as if to protect her modestly. I took off my clothes and joined her underneath the cover.
Kelly’s nice-smelling body was a feast. I licked her breasts and her pointed nipples, kissed her upper thighs and blew softly into her bushy pubic hair; I sucked her pussy lips playfully, and then poked my tongue into her love passage. My nose was stained with her pussy juice. All this while, Kelly just allowed me free reign. My cock was long, thick and hard, and it must have grazed past her body several times, leaving residual pre-cum along the way.
“I want you”, Kelly finally spoke as I pushed aside the comforter cover to grasp for air. It was a little suffocating under the cover, and it didn’t help that her pussy hair was getting into my nostrils.
I rolled across the bed towards the bedside table, where I had kept the condoms earlier. Kelly did not seem surprised. “Well prepared?”, she teased. I didn’t care if it was a compliment or sarcasm – I just wanted to fuck her!
I inserted my capped cock smoothly into her wet pussy. “Gently, I prefer it slow”, Kelly guided me. I adopted a “push up” posture and began to push-in/pull-out my cock, repeat, kept repeating the cycle as Kelly’s eyes, not too big to start with, got smaller as she embraced being serviced by my competent cock.
Each time I lowered myself in the push-up motion, I kissed her lips. Kelly spread her legs wider for me, and began to squeeze her own breasts. I wish I could squeeze her breasts, but I continued to be in push-up position. Shifting my body, I switched to licking her light brown nips, alternating from the left side to the right instead of kissing her lips while continuing to enter/exit her pussy. A slight squishy sound emerged as she shivered and let out a shrill cry; I looked down and my cock hair was tainted with her cum.
Kelly wasn’t very adventurous during sexual intercourse. She just lay down and I consumed her in traditional missionary position. I had been “holding off”, but seeing that she had climaxed, I decided to up my game by thrusting her faster in varying angles. Kelly started crying, literally. I was concerned/confused and she blurted out in Korean and then quickly in English, “faster, faster, please”. I banged her like a real pro and was rewarded with scratches on my back as I ejaculated forcefully, causing her to shiver again.
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It was Saturday morning. Kelly got up first and I waited while she showered.
“I have a few things to do today”, she said, coming out of the bathroom. She took the hotel note pad from the table and wrote something in Korean. “Meet me here at 7pm. It’s close to Hongik University.”
I arrived at the given address ahead of schedule. It was a modest, traditional Korean restaurant. The area was “university town” – students everywhere, with relevant shops and restaurants catering to them. A few female students caught my eye, but by and large, the others look “similar”.
Kelly was waiting for me outside the restaurant as I strolled back to it after taking a short walk nearby. We had a hearty Korean-style dinner, sitting on the floor with cushions. We were easily the oldest diners there, the rest were mostly students. Kelly explained she had a speaking engagement at the uni earlier, and she wanted to show me this facet of Korean society.
“You are going back to Singapore tomorrow? Can I stay with you tonight?”
“Yes and yes”, I replied.
I guess there was mutual attraction - we both yearned for another intimate session after the previous night, especially since I was leaving the following day.
Kelly came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She had washed her hair, so it was wrapped in a smaller towel. Taking the cue, I too, emerged from the shower wrapped in a bath towel.
“What do you normally do on a Saturday night?”, I asked Kelly, joining her in the living area of the suite. She mentioned she would normally be with a few girlfriends for dinner and drinks. She considered herself “not suitable for marriage to a Korean man” given her disdain for the traditional Korean extended family hierarchy.
Kelly adjusted her towel a few times as she sat on the sofa, to avoid exposing her upper breasts. I acted as if it was all cool. But my little brother betrayed me. Her bare shoulders, like the rest of her body, was very fair and smooth. Each time I saw more skin when her towel slipped, my cock poked harder against the towel around my waist.
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