Another long weekend night had passed, spent out at the bars drinking and partying. Korean nightlife would often leave me desiring more excitement, even when I was Djing a hot party until the early morning. Riding a taxi home, I knew my wife wouldn't mind getting awoken for some drunken sexual escapades. There's something magical about an early morning fuck, the senses seem to overload from the pleasure, expanding your consciousness and prowess.
Paying the tax for a 15-minute ride, I walked quickly up to my apartment's elevator, waiting impatiently as it slowly came down. With several floors to go another late-night reveler rolled up, I could hear the sharp tones though I couldn't understand any of the rapid-fire speech. As the elevator arrived I saw a solitary black-clad figure emerge from the car, and I figured I'd improve my karma a bit by holding the doors. In a moment a young and determined Korean woman floated in, black-strap high heels keeping her feet far above the ground while a thickly-padded bra did the same for her tight Asian breasts. Her thin frame slid into the nearby corner, blocking my access to the control panel. She hit number “eleven,” one floor above my own, leaving me to solve the dilemma created by my own kindness.
“[excuse me],” I said, “[please give me ten]. Far from perfect Korean, my below elementary-school-level vocabulary and total lack of grammar combined for a very basic level of communication. Catching my eye over her shoulder in the mirror, her long dark hair hanging sensually around her face, she pressed the appropriate button and turned to face me.
“[do you speak Korean?},” she asked, in a bubbly tone but a school-girl's timid confidence, smiling seductively.
“[I'm sorry, but not very well at all],” I answered, attempting to be my most polite and respectful.
What usually ended most conversations seemed to embolden her, as she took a quick step forward with obvious drunken-inspiration and whispered “[good].”
I looked into her eyes with confusion, unsure what she meant but quite intrigued due to my own drunken-ness.
* bing *
The moment was cut into two, as the elevator arrived on the tenth floor, my apartment only a few doors away. As I started to say an awkward and breathy goodbye, she suddenly grabbed my hand, silencing me. Standing there frozen in the moment, the electricity felt heaviest where our skin touched, radiating throughout my entire body. The door slid shut, assuming its passenger was long gone, and then lurched up and reopened on her floor. As the door reopened, she leaned in closer, and I instantly reciprocated, the brushing of our lips quickly giving way to our tongues. Her heart beat loudly against my body and her designer perfume completely filled my nose, but her fashionable outfit was directly at odds with my bearded lazy-man style. Perhaps intrigued by my almost alien differences, she arched up, simultaneously rubbing her leg against mine and her hand against my instantly hard cock. This had certainly never happened before, but my body knew exactly what to do.
I first instinctively reached for her breast, but wisely switched my target to the control panel since we were now standing in the darkened elevator that was idling on the eleventh floor. I hit 'twelve' as she pulled away from me, standing against the mirrored wall, next to an infinite row of ever-decreasing replicas.
Sensing the magnitude of the moment, some sort of primal power commanded my actions. I first put one finger to my lips, then used two to represent some walking legs, before I finally stared deep into her eyes again, glimmering like shining seas. The door opened and we both moved over to the adjacent balcony, independently yet together. Tongues probed again, my hands dove to surround her: the passion was instantaneous. I had one hand feeling her ass, the other on her inner thigh; her long, thin fingers deftly and softly massaged my penis, at first through my pants but soon enough beneath as she dexterously and silently undid my button and lowered my zipper.
Her mouth seemed to be dipping towards my cock, but I craved her breasts, so we silently compromised on a teasing lick-job as I undressed her, the tight black dress unzipping down the length of her back while her bra, which revealed pale tits perky in the late-night chill, unfastened without much difficulty. I removed my jacket and shirt while she continued to slyly tease all angles of my shaft and balls, often returning to suck right on the head. Her tongue worked passionately and fiercely as the full length of my cock became coated in her saliva, which only partially muted her ecstatic moans. Both now mostly naked, I rubbed her nipples simultaneously as they hardened to my touch. Small and pink, they were too inviting to ignore. I reluctantly pulled her face off my cock and pushed her body back upright, before beginning an extensive titty-sucking session. Both our hands wandered, hers on my chest and penis, mine groping the other breast and her pussy. I pulled hard on her nipples with my mouth and fingers, delighting as she pushed her chest into me and rubbed her wet crotch on my leg. I kicked my pants off, never a graceful procedure, as we continued to grope each other shamelessly.
“--- --- ---” “________”
Copy & paste to friend: (Click inside box; Ctrl + C to copy; Ctrl + V to paste)
read more blogs!