This story can be read as a stand-alone. Still, I can recommend, if you have the time, to read the other previously published stories first. Simply follow the dates of publication in the Series. It will give the reader a better picture of the character and the steps she has taken while discovering her sexuality.
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A last-moment ticket had put me on a plane to Korea for work. I did not have a lot of spare time to enjoy other things than meetings and the only free moment I had was at the end of my stay I used to go shopping. In one of the major shopping malls, I discovered a small boutique with beautiful lingerie.
It was a store limited to erotic and very feminine stuff. I went inside and the sales lady helped me to find the right sizes for several sexy combinations. There was nobody else in the store and I left the curtain of the fitting room open, more convenient to go in and out to see the mirror and more space and air... also let her see and comment on what looked best on me since there was nobody else with me to judge.
I didn't make any effort to hide myself when I was changing outfits and she didn't look away either. I appreciated her help and felt flattered when she gave me compliments on how my body looked so sexy with the sets I was trying on - but hey, guess that is what good salespeople do!
In the end, I bought three sets. Two I chose myself, a traditional black, a blue and a red one she suggested to me: it had several models of bras and panties, from covering and supporting my whole breasts, over a smaller one for showing more cleavage and a special one, only supporting my breasts, leaving my nipples free.
I tried them all and decided to take the smaller and "supporting" bra, giving me the chance to cheat as if I was not wearing a bra. If I combine it with "cleavage blouses" or soft fabric tops, I could push up my boobs for more "attention-attraction" while at the same time giving the impression I am braless. She even succeeded in letting me buy the garter belts, according to her "nicely going together with the little thong, something I rarely use but I thought Christian would like this kind of surprise.
Before going to bed I was doing a video call with Christian and showed him my new assets. The red one caught his attention, especially with the bra showing my nipples free. He said he got horny but sitting at the other side of the world there was no chance for sex and it would not be in a short time we would be back together.
After my famous
holiday in Spain
we saw each other twice and our sex moments were great, especially when he wanted me to tell him again about my Spanish encounters. So our call went back to the same topic when he asked me if I had not met any hot guys there. I said no, only colleagues during meetings, and with them I could not afford to mix work and private life, and for sure not sex. I explained to him I had no interest in clubbing without company, especially not alone, as a woman in a country I don't know very well.
To try to make a long story short, Christian came up with the idea to use a dating app to set up an encounter. I never used it but I wanted to give it a try, I was honestly curious how it works and if there would be men to react. I set up the app and posted a short profile with a few selfies, and no face, using my new sexy lingerie to get the right attention.
He explained to me how swiping works and after only a few minutes I had a few reactions but nothing interesting. I made it clear I was looking for fun and no relation material. When I woke up in the morning Christian was still awake on the other side of the world and asked me if that app gave me some results. I already forgot about it and checked on his request.
Since I limited the range to a few miles I did not expect a lot of reactions.
"You will have to start to swipe some more," Christian suggested.
"Okay!"
I selected about 20, in my eyes, handsome guys I would like to have a chat with and see from there. Reactions of matches started to come in already during breakfast and with screenshots I messaged Christian who kept awake. I started a few conversations where I had the impression of dealing with real gentlemen I agreed to see in person. Several hot guys reacted but only two managed to make it in the timeframe I was able to meet.
Following Christian's advice, I asked to come to the bar of my hotel since the staff knew me there. After my last day of work, I got excited to meet the guys and see what would happen. One at 7 pm and one at 8.30 pm. If I would have a good connection with the man at 7 pm I would need to cancel nr 2, and if nr 1 doesn't work out there would still be a second chance....
I caught myself looking at their pictures every time I had a minute - they showed stunning bodies and I was hoping that they were real!
After wearing my "two-piece suit" every day, I was excited to dress up for a date. I started with my new lingerie and picked the red one, combined with the garter belt and fine fishnet stockings. Then put on a tight short dress, accentuating perfectly the shape of my body. I took a chair to sit on it to see how the length of the dress matched with the height of my stockings. When I was standing it was perfect and when I sat down my dress moved up and showed the red clip of the garter belt on the black stockings. Hmmm, I didn't mind and liked it to show off innocently and considered my outfit approved!
Regardless of the outcome of the evening, I was already happy to have the opportunity to dress sexy. It is something I rarely do at home because I am not expected to go out like this as a "married woman" in a mostly conservative environment. It's like these movies where women have two lives: a traditional one, and a secret one. Guess my secret one only happens when I am abroad.
I finished with some make-up and waited impatiently to go down to the bar. A few minutes before time I did a quick video call with Christian. He asked me about my dates and who first blabla... and if I felt excited to be his hotwife again.
In one way I did not believe it would work out so I told him I had no expectations but in another way, I admitted to him I was horny since I saw the pictures of all those handsome men on Tinder.
I was also a bit disappointed that my favorite choices - not based on the looks but on the way they made conversation in the app, did not make it for a date. Christian was not interested in the conversations but in sex only. He liked how I dressed up and the way he talked to me, already imagining me in bed with one of them, told me he was even more horny than me!
Sometimes I wonder who enjoys the hotwife experience more, me or him?
Before I stopped the call he finished by asking if I was going commando.
"Not this time".
I lifted my dress to show him the "red combination" including my new little red thong.
"Time to go, baby!" I said and hung up on him.
As confident as I ended the call with him, as nervous as I was when I saw my watch showing the time. I felt my heart racing and took a deep breath.
I put on my high heels, took my purse, and walked to the elevator. When I arrived at the bar several men and women were there and only one man was alone. Would that be my date?
When he looked at me I thought he was thinking in the same way: is that her? We smiled both which confirmed we were thinking correctly.
" Jane",
I introduced myself, using my best friend's name.
"Hi, I am Michael," he replied.
He gave me a nice first impression and offered me a drink. The conversation started a bit difficult and I felt he did not listen to me. When I told him I stayed in this hotel he said something like:
"Oh, that's convenient, so how much?"
"How much what?" I asked him back, wondering if he wanted to know the room rates.
"Well, for your company - do you charge per hour or night?" he asked without blinking.
I was shocked! The guy was thinking I was an escort! I told him I was in Korea for work and that I just wanted to have some fun. He apologized and explained why he was thinking this way about me: first, the profile on the app showed me only in lingerie, and now dressed this way, apparently too sexy... Second this bar: it never occurred to me but he explained the place was known for "working girls" meeting their clients and even trying to hook up.
Anyway, after I finished my drink I did not feel attracted enough to have sex with him. Guess the feeling must have been mutual and he left saying goodbye with a friendly kiss on my cheek. I checked my phone to look again at the pictures of nr2 that would meet me in about an hour. I went back to my room, got out of my dress to be comfy, and did another video call with Christian.
I told him what happened and said he wasn't surprised and understood the situation. It inspired him to a new dare:
"Why wouldn't you ask for money?"
I always had a lot of respect for sex workers but never thought about charging money for sex. Christian said it was only for fun, and if the guy agrees to pay me I can still say that I was joking.
So how much should I charge? He didn't know, and had no experience, so together we quickly checked online and saw rates for escorts from 100 USD for an hour up to 1000 and much more for one night!! He said I am gorgeous, sexy, and a great fuck so I am worth it to get a high rate, that I should ask at least 200 per hour. The topic made me excited and I felt I was getting wet already.
It was time to get dressed again, had a last look at my reflection on how I looked in my new red sexy set and got ready "for work"! I rehearsed an introductory sentence in case he would ask me the same "rate question". When I came out of the elevator, walking from the lobby to the bar I was thinking and feeling very different than one hour ago. I walked proudly as always, but now fantasizing about how people think about me. Would they all think I am a little hooker?
I was a bit early and asked for a glass of water. With the escort thing on my mind, I decided only to talk about money if the guy asked for it. In silence, I did a few more rehearsals on how and how much I would ask. I sat on a high bar stool, legs crossed. I tried to get into the role of a high-class escort, certainly not vulgar but still with the necessary sexual appearance. I scanned the bar and now knowing what I know, I noticed a few other women, let's say, colleagues of mine.
It was the second time I stayed in that 5-star hotel and was never aware these things were going on here. I was looking at every single man, if that would be nr2, as a result, a few came to talk to me, and had to disappoint them by telling the guys I was expecting my date.
One of them said: "I keep an eye on you and hope he is not coming and then I come back".
I said "Okay, let's see," since the guy was not unattractive, I understood this was a good "plan B" just in case.
Then the man arrived, right on time. I recognized him immediately from the pictures: he looked even better in real life!
