I'd joined a Korean trading firm at 21 straight out of an American undergraduate business school. It was the best job I could find that was in Seoul where I desperately wanted to live. I wasn't even an adopted ethnic Korean, just your average white guy. My Korean was basic when I arrived but gradually improved and the team appreciated my different take on things even though much of what I shared was impractical.
After six months or so, we held our first team dinner. It was the typical raucous affair -- lots of grilling of meat, lots of drinking games, and the like. I'm not much of a drinker compared to the average Korean and found myself in a drop-down drunk state passed out before the dinner even ended. Everyone made steps to go home, and it was left to Hyejin, a thirty-year-old female senior project manager, to get me home. She was always getting the dirty jobs and was given too little respect in my mind, but this was Confucian Korea after all. Hyejin was my senior or seonbae. During the last six months she has been my unofficial mentor, helping me understand Korean work culture, helping me get better at my job, and generally being an all-around saint as far as I was concerned. I thought she was not only warm, kind, and smart but beautiful as well. Beautiful in a simple understated way, not striking, a cozy approachable kind of girl-next-door sort of beauty. But in a Korean context a woman over thirty is considered over the hill. As for me, I respected and adored her. No doubt this puppy love was not lost on Hyejin who took it good naturedly and even got a bit of a kick about being the center of a 21-year-old man-boy's affections.
Back at the restaurant, Hyejin was wondering what to do with me as I softly dozed on the table. She could get me back to whatever faraway apartment I lived in using an expensive cab, or she could just help me stagger a few blocks back to her place and let me sleep it off in her spare bedroom. What no one knew was that her family was wealthy, and she lived in a spacious apartment only a few steps from work. For whatever reason, the second option of taking me home seemed more sensible to her and within 10 minutes I was unceremoniously deposited on the spare bed. Hyejin took her time to remove my shoes, tie, and pants. She then saw the large bulge hiding in my boxers.
Hyejin hadn't had sex or a boyfriend in five years. It wasn't for lack of trying but Korean men just wanted to use her as a sex toy, and no one would think of being her boyfriend, let alone marrying her. It made her sad to think that she might die never having had sex again. Here was a golden opportunity and when she touched her vagina under her skirt waistband and panties, she could feel from the tell-tale slippery wetness that she was ovulating. If men think with their dicks, Hyejin was thinking with her pussy that night. She went to her room and had a warm shower to clean up. The more she thought about having sex the more excited she became and by the end of her shower her mind was made up. Drying off with a towel, she walked spritely on the balls of her feet, like a panther stalking its prey. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen a beautiful sight; a tall slender elegant woman with taught muscle rippling through her buttocks and legs. Her hair was long and black, her face glowing.
Hyejin quietly opened the spare room door and looked at my sleeping form in the dim light. The bedsheet that was over me hadn't been tucked in and would be easy to remove. And it was. Then came the boxers which were shimmied off in a few furtive and gentle moves. Finally, Hyejin started stroking my cock which came to life quickly. Since I was so passed out I only moaned a little and didn't wake up. Once fully erect, Hyejin mounted my swollen member and started riding it up and down taking as much pleasure as she could from her partner. It didn't take long before she climaxed which also made me send a jet of sperm deep into her core. She didn't think much of it, so happy and content in her post-orgasmic fog. Lying down next to me, she thought about how she could make this more than a one-off. She knew I adored her. Hyejin thought a moment. What if David woke up nude and next to her, then he'd put two and two together and maybe make six. At the very least, he'd know that we had sex and might be up for more. So, she laid her head down next to me and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to the feeling of a warm naked body pressed against me and the smell of sex mixed with floral shampoo. I looked to my right and there was Hyejin in all her naked glory only slightly covered by the bedsheet. What had I done? Numerous scenarios went through my mind, but since Hyejin was in my bed and the cops didn't have me in handcuffs, I assumed the sex, which I didn't remember, had been consensual. I breathed in her scent and instantly went hard. God I was attracted to her. She was everything I loved about Korean women -- strong, warm, caring, feisty, beautiful, sexy, all with deep brown eyes and often killer bodies. I stirred a little and kissed Hyejin on the forehead, and she slowly opened her eyes and smiled. I asked if we had sex last night and she blushed and nodded her head. I told her I couldn't believe my luck, that I adored her, thought she was beautiful and sexy, and many other adjectives besides, and would she even consider me being her boyfriend. She smiled some more and nodded and then rolled on top of me, put my rock-hard cock in her pussy, and rode me, making cute little squeaks and groans, until she tensed up and took us over the edge in a mutual orgasm.
She slid off me and we just looked at each other. She gave me a questioning glance, and I kind of looked away.
"Come on." she said to me, "Tell me what you are thinking?"
I went red in the face and again looked away.
