"Work" allows me to travel quite a bit and I sometimes find myself traveling back and forth across the Pacific every few years. This was one of those occasions.
I had a few hours to kill until it was time to board my connecting flight, so I decided to hang out at one of those over-priced airport bar & grills. All the table seats were taken, so I found an empty seat at the bar. I ordered something from the kitchen and decided to try one of the bar's amber libations.
As I started to relax a bit, I looked around in the reflection of the bar mirror and noticed an unusually attractive Asian girl sitting next to me. She had her back to me when I sat down, and I hadn't noticed her for some reason. As unnoticeably as possible, I checked her out. Smartly dressed, money, married (at least the ring said so), but very young looking.
I figured she was at least 21, (she was drinking the same beer as me), but looked 18 or 19. In my opinion, sometimes it's hard to tell with Asian women.
As my eyes came back up from her legs to my beer, I could see she had been looking at me in the mirror. I felt my face turn a little red, but tried to hide it with an upturned beer glass.
"Hi, " she said, and smiled.
"Hi, " I said back. I knew I was busted, but she wasn't making a big thing about it.
At least, not yet.
"This place is really busy, " she said.
I said, "Yep. Must be a lot of people with a lot of time to kill before their next flights."
She said, "Yeah, I have a 3 hour layover. How about you?"
I told her I had the same, and then found out we were both going to the same place on the same plane.
Just then, a young Asian guy (boyfriend? husband?) came up to her and said he reserved a table. She asked me if I'd like to join them. I figured the table chairs must be more comfortable than the bar stools, so I did.
For the purpose of this story, we'll call her Mara and him Pak. She was an umbrella girl. I wasn't sure what that was, so she explained that when there's a motorcycle race (the big superbikes, not dirt bikes), she holds an umbrella over the rider and the bike, keeping them cool in the shade, or out of the rain. He was an engineer that worked for one of the major motorcycle companies.
They looked more like brother and sister than husband and wife.
Anyway, we talked and drank beer for the entire three-hour wait. Their English was very good, but the L's and R's would occasionally get switched around. We talked about everything. What we did for a living, where we've traveled, favorite foods, favorite movies and music, how they met, past relationships, and what we found attractive and unattractive in people and life. From the conversation, I learned neither of them was very experienced sexually, although I found that hard to believe by looking at her. They were discreet, keeping the conversation PG-13, but had a very disarming way of carrying on a conversation. We really got to know each other in those three hours.
As we were getting ready to pay the bill, she leaned over to Pak and told him that I was checking her out at the bar.
That felt a little awkward. I was expecting a fight or at least harsh words, followed by a friendly escort by airport security. Instead, he just asked if I thought she was attractive, but he didn't ask in an aggressive way - more curious. I said that I thought she was cute, and that he was a lucky guy.
He smiled, I smiled back, and then she smiled. It was all a little weird.
We paid our bills and then headed for the gate.
As they were calling the seats for boarding, Pak approached me and quietly asked if I'd like to sleep with Mara, if he could arrange it. I thought I was dealing with a nutcase, or someone looking for a fight, so I just said what I said earlier. "She's very cute, and you're a lucky guy to have her, Pak."
He said thank you, but he asked again, as if this was something she wanted - or something he wanted. So, I came right out and asked him, "Do you want me to sleep with your wife, Pak?"
It was hard to keep our conversation private amongst everyone getting in line, but somehow we managed. He gave me his cell phone number, and told me to call him the next weekend.
He wanted the three of us to meet for dinner at one of the most high-class restaurants in Seoul - his treat.
And off they went to First Class, while I waited to board Coach.
For the fourteen hour-plus hour plane ride, I thought about where this might lead. She was more than just very cute. And what was the deal with her husband? Before I knew it, I was asleep on the plane, being woken up for the occasional meal and movie, but mostly I slept.
When we arrived at Incheon, I looked for them as we departed the plane. No sign.
Then I remembered that First Class deplanes before everyone else. They were long gone by the time I stumbled off the plane.
I waited until I got home, took a shower, unpacked, and then picked up the phone.
Mara answered. She said dinner arrangements had already been made, and that I should pack an overnight bag. I thought there might be more to the dinner date than dinner. She made it clear that dinner was only the beginning. My groin throbbed as I hung up the phone.
We met for dinner at about 6PM. It seemed like an early start, but I guess they planned on a long night. Mara was dressed in a shimmery metallic above-the-knee dress that showed off her full back. Pak was dressed in a tailored suit, similar to my own.
They ordered a rather light meal, so I did the same. A few drinks after dinner and they were ready to move on. I couldn't keep track of all the twists and turns Pak was taking as he drove to what I imagined to be their home.
We went inside and they immediately removed their shoes (as is the custom). Mara said they would be right back after they slipped into something more comfortable. A few moments later, they reappeared in bathrobes, handing me one to join them.
I asked, "Where should I change?"
"Right there would be fine, " Mara said with a smile.
