Chapter 2: Candy Gets a Taste of Black
Friday Night - April 10th, 1998
Seoul, Korea
It was close to midnight when we caught a cab that took us to the infamous "Hill" in Itaewon, which was the primary international tourist district of Seoul and the hill was the focal point for the nightlife. There was a rowdy looking crowd of partiers waiting for cabs on the street corner where we stopped. Three young white GIs crowded around the cab as I climbed out first. I turned back to help Candy from the cab, and as she slid out, her dress was hiked up in front exposing her pussy.
"Damn! She ain't got no panties on!" said one of the awestruck soldiers, who was wearing a Dallas Cowboy jersey.
Candy seemed to intentionally let her legs linger slightly parted before slowly standing up so that her dress fell back in place.
"That's a nice looking pussy, honey!" said this tall blonde kid who couldn't have been more than 19 or 20.
Candy smiled and waved to him, and then we started walking away.
"Maybe we should be going where they're going," said one of the guys behind us.
As we began to weave through the crowd, I glanced back to see if they were going to follow us, but it appeared they were getting in the cab.
"Wow, those guys saw my pussy!" she said excitedly into my ear as we began to make our way up the main alley.
"Yeah, I think you gave them a pretty good look at it too," I said feeling a little turned on knowing they had seen her pussy.
"It was kind of fun," she said glancing back.
I chuckled. "Well you could give them more than just a look if you want."
She smiled. "I did think about it," she admitted as she leaned close to my ear. "One of them was kind of handsome, but they were too young. Besides, I know you want me to do it with a black guy tonight."
I smiled and squeezed her hand. "As hot as you look, it shouldn't take long to find one," I said as I noticed several guys whip their heads around to get a better look at her as we passed them.
She smiled. "I hope you're right," she said as we reach the main intersection. "So where we going?"
Straight ahead was the King Club and to the left was the side alley leading up to the top of the hill. "I thought we'd go up to the top of the hill first and see what's happening there."
She smiled and nodded. "Just lead the way."
So I took her hand and we started up the hill. I felt both excited and nervous escorting my sexy wife with her turning heads the whole way. I certainly wasn't use to her getting so much attention, but then this was what I wanted, wasn't it?
"Everyone's looking at me," she said as we started weaving through the mostly drunken crowd as we headed towards the top of the hill.
She was right. Even a couple of the hookers lingering in the doorway of one of the "juicy bars" gave her a long look. She certainly could have passed for one of them with the way I had her dressed. She had almost always dressed so conservatively when we went out, so it was a real turn on to see her dressed like this out in public. We had definitely never done anything like this before, and I knew instinctively that this night would change our lives forever.
The alley became more and more crowded the higher we climbed, and heads were turning all over the place as we reached the top of the hill where most of the bars were. I was also hearing some pretty crude comments some of the guys were making as we passed them, which wasn't a big surprise, but still it made me a little uneasy because they were saying those things about my wife.
The top of the hill pretty much turned into a drunken street party starting at around midnight on the weekends when the weather was warm like this. There were several popular clubs up here, plus a number of smaller clubs and Soju houses, which sold these "kettles" containing a potent mixture of Soju and fruit juice. There was plenty to do and see up on top of the hill with its festival-type atmosphere. Sometimes this alley stayed packed until three or four o'clock in the morning, and the crowd could get pretty rowdy at times, and there were usually at least a few fights every night.
As I looked around it appeared to be mostly a younger crowd of all races but fewer blacks than other races. I suspected most of the blacks were inside the big dance clubs. I knew many flocked to the Liberty Club after the clubs on base closed down.
I quickly scanned the crowd hoping to spot a group of black guys I could parade her past. I noticed up ahead on the left several were gathered around the entrance to one of the "closet" sized clubs. They were drinking beer and obviously a little drunk as they eyed the crowd, cat-calling to women who went past them.
I took a deep breath and then guided Candy through the crowd so we would pass directly in front of them. They were making comments about her as we approached.
"Damn, look at that fine Korean bitch coming this way!" said one of the guys.