While in Okinawa with my husband, a girlfriend asked me if I would go with her to South Korea to do some Christmas shopping since things were much cheaper there. I agreed to go and we took a military hop and end up in Songtan City, South Korea for three days. We checked into a hotel in the city instead of staying on base so we could get an early start and be closer to the shops.
I need to explain that both of us were married, to U.S. Air Force men, for two years, both of Korean decent, and both had one child. My friend is a year older than me and a little on the heavy side and both her parents are Korean. My mother is Korean, my father American and was also in the Air Force. I grew up following my dad around the world, mostly in Asian countries but I was educated in American schools and am fluent in both English and Korean along with little bits of several other languages. I was trim, not beautiful but could turn a few heads and 23 years old. My name is Kim.
After two days of shopping and having spent most of the money I brought, my girlfriend and I decided take in some of the night life and unwind from the hectic shopping trip. In preparing for the evening, I took a long bath and selected a dress to wear over some sexy underwear complete with black lace bra and matching panty and dark nylons and garter belt instead of pantyhose. When I looked in the mirror, I liked the attire I had chosen and felt beautiful. I wasn't going out looking for anybody but I wanted to look my best in case a dancing partner came along.
Being a military town, there weren't too many places that two unattached Korean girls could go but we found a couple of night clubs that would let us in. One club we stopped at had a dance floor and we decided to have a drink since the music was good. Looking around, I spotted a group of guys that were drinking beer and although a little older than us, looked nice and weren't entertaining the bar girls that most of the other tables were doing. One guy caught me staring at them and started staring back. He appeared to be about thirty. I looked away but kept catching a glimpse occasionally and he was still looking our direction. I checked to make sure that I wasn't flashing him, I didn't want him to get the wrong idea.
After a while, he got up and walked in our direction, I thought he was going to ask me to dance and as he approached our table, he smiled but walked past. I looked to where he was going and saw that it was to the bathroom. Disappointed, I started talking to my girlfriend and was ready to move to another club. A short while later, my mystery man returned and this time stopped and asked for a dance to which I readily agreed. One dance led to a second and even on the slow song, he was a perfect gentleman and excellent dance partner. I was enjoying myself. We talked a little and I found out that Jack and the guys he was with were Navy aircrew spending the night. He invited my girlfriend and I to join them at their table. I asked her and she agreed so we moved to their table.
They ordered another round of drinks including ours and we danced a few more songs and I then found out that they were staying at a hotel a short distance from ours. I don't know if it was the drinks or just me but I was getting a warm feeling inside. All of them made us feel comfortable and it was a very pleasant time. Jack was a very intriguing person. He wasn't married and almost 40 years old and a good conversationalist. Just when it started getting nice, they all got up and announced that they had to call it a night since they had a flight the next day and were confirming their room numbers with each other. Jack, the guy that had been dancing with me the whole time thanked me for the evening and said that when they were in town again, that they usually went to this club and if interested to look for them there. Just like that, they were gone and it wasn't even 10 pm yet.
After they left, we went to a different club but it just wasn't as much fun. We decided to have a late night dinner at a local Korean diner and talked there. A few hours passed and some of the local guys hit on us but we brushed them off. My girlfriend had enjoyed herself as much or more than I did with the guys and we even joked about going to their hotel and knocking on doors since we knew which rooms they were in. This wicked thought kept haunting me as I couldn't get Jack out of my mind. I was restless and not ready for the evening to end even though it was approaching two in the morning. My girlfriend told me I seemed to be in my own little world and in deep concentration. I finally told her that maybe we could go knock on just one door, Jack's. She asked me if I was serious and on impulse, I said "Yes."
It was cold out but we were only a block away from his hotel so we walked. She asked me, "Do you remember his room number?"
I answered, "Yes, room 217."
She then started a series of questions. "Are you sure about this?.....What if he doesn't answer the door?.......Are you going to ask for him at the lobby?.........Do you want me to stay with you?.....What if he isn't interested?..........Are you crazy?........What about your husband?"
At first I didn't answer as we just kept walking. Then I responded, "I don't know why, I just want to see him again, but if I don't go now, I'll never see him again."
We arrived at his hotel. I was nervous. I'd never done anything like this before. As we entered the lobby, I noticed that no one was at the desk so we proceeded to the elevator. I hit the button for the second floor. My heart was pounding in my chest. When the door opened, I saw the room just across the hallway. We stepped out and my legs were shaking as we stepped in front of his door. I hesitated. I was scared and thought, "What would he think of me being here at this late hour. I should just turn around and leave."
I don't know why but I quietly knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. This time the door opened. He was standing there in a pair of jeans, no shirt and looked like he had just awaken. My legs had turned jelly and my heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. In the dim light it took him a second to focus and then a smile came over his face. "Come in," he said. "How did you find me?"
"I overheard you telling each other your room numbers at the club." I said. "We were just down the street eating and I thought we'd stop by to see you."
As he closed the door behind us and asked us to sit down in the two chairs in the room, my girlfriend said in Korean so he wouldn't understand, "We shouldn't be here," as we took off our coats.
I answered her in Korean, "I just want to get his address and talk awhile."
He then offered us a soft drink telling us that there wasn't any alcoholic beverages in the refrigerator. My girlfriend declined but I accepted one. He sat down on the bed and said, "I'm glad you came, I didn't get your address or phone number before and when I come back to Korea, I'd like to see you again." Then he reached for a pen and paper.
My heart started to slow down. He was interested in me. Then my girlfriend speaking in Korean interrupted, "I don't like being here, we need to go."
I told her in Korean, "Just a little longer, I like this guy."
She said in Korean, "I can't stay and you shouldn't be here either. Let's just go."
He inquired, "Is there a problem? Your girlfriend doesn't act like she is comfortable here."
