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Korean Cinnamon Girl
by Sejong1446 (sejong1446@yahoo.ca)
***
A Korean wife seeking passion meets a Canadian ex-pat
at a local café and things heat up along with the
coffee. (MF, rom, wife-cheat, asian)
***
Chapter One
"Though my eyes may smile at other men,
My heart only smiles for you."
Kim Han Sook was a lonely woman, as much in her mind,
as in her heart. Now that her daughter was in grade
school, she realized the irony of always complaining to
her loving husband for more free time. He worked for a
large chaebol based in Seoul, with a job that took him
to industrial sites all over the peninsula as a site
inspector.
Rarely was he home for more than three days a week at a
time. But when he was home, he was the perfect husband,
and Han Sook loved him deeply. However, their
relationship had become one of passing strangers in the
night. With his work, and her internal suffering,
genuine moments of romance and passion were few and far
between.
Han Sook was 37 years, slight of build and physically
fit from her appetite for running. She possessed a
tight, firm body that many younger women would leer at
jealously and many young men desirously. She kept her
hair short, in style, and wore the latest fashions as
supplied from the joint account shared with her
husband. Most of all, she loved her morning cappuccino
from the local Starbucks, flaked with chocolate, and
doused in cinnamon. And in the afternoon, she loved
nothing more than sitting in a dark movie cinema,
alone, unknown, and content to lose herself in the
movie of her choice. This was her life, day in and day
out, until one day...
**
Starbucks, Myeondong, Seoul
"Excuse me, are you done with the cinnamon?" he asked
firmly.
"Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. Here, please take it" she replied.
Han Sook hurriedly stirred her cappuccino, and walked
to a nearby seat. She looked up sheepishly at the
Australian that had just asked for the cinnamon. Her
eyes scanned him like an electronic document, noting
all his body punctuations and nuances of style. He was
tall, handsome, well dressed, athletic and muscular,
and most surprisingly, seemingly oblivious to his
natural good looks. Han Sook was smitten immediately.
The Aussie began to walk over in her direction. "Damn,"
she thought, "please don’t sit down close to me." She
looked away, pretending that something was interesting
about the painted wall.
"Excuse me, you left your winter gloves by the
cinnamon," he said, handing the gloves to her. Doughy-
eyed, she looked up, and without thought, took the
gloves from his hand, gently pressing her small hand
into his. His skin was smooth, firm, manly, and it sent
shivers down her spine.
"Thank you…so much. I am such a forgetful person
sometimes," she stammered.
"No worries," he answered, sitting down beside her.
"May I…" he said. She didn’t notice his request. She
wondered how old he was. 28, 29, 30 at most. She spied
his angelic face from the rim of her coffee cup. He
began to laugh, not loudly, more like a boyish chuckle
at a private joke.
"What are you laughing at? Is it me?" Han Sook asked.
"Well... yes, you see, you have a perfect frothy milk
moustache from your cappuccino! It’s very cute on you,"
he explained with flirtatious favour.
He took hold a napkin, and said, "Here, let me..." As
he leaned forward, Han Sook pulled away, and quickly
took a napkin to clean her lip.
"It’s ok, I’ve got it," she said. She looked up at him,
with a girlish grin. But suddenly, his hand with napkin
was caressing her bottom lip. "You missed a spot," he
said.
Her face became flushed at his forwardness, and yet she
felt alive and energized by his bravado.
"I’m Michael," he offered, hand stretched out waiting
for hers.
"Oh, uh…I am Han Sook," she whispered, allowing her
hand to disappear in his.
"Han Sook," he repeated. "Han Sook. Hmm, it’s such a
pretty name," he exclaimed.
"Really? I never think much of my name. Are you
English"?
"No, no. I am from Sydney."
"Australian. How nice. My sister lives in Sydney," she
replied.
"It’s a great city. So, what do you do in Seoul?"
"Nothing. I am married and have a daughter. And you?"
she said nervously.
"Ah, me. Well, I am working at the embassy. Very boring
stuff. Lots of paperwork, and plenty of time to kill,"
he said.
"When did you start your job?"
"About two weeks ago," he replied. "I’m only here for
two more weeks. It’s a one month apprenticeship
program. I am lost puppy dog in this big city. Hmm, it
would great if you could show me around, if you ever
have time."
Han Sook was lost in the conversation. At this point,
she was agreeable to anything. She could feel her heart
beating so rapidly, eyes lost in his dark, curly hair,
velvety hazel eyes, and boy school pouty lips. "Yes,"
she replied hurriedly. "Anything…I mean, anywhere you
want."
"Great!" he said. "Shall we meet here tomorrow, same
time? I have to get to work now, but I have tomorrow
free," he explained.
"Yes, yes. See you tomorrow," Han Sook stuttered.
Michael then got up to leave. "It was really nice
meeting you Han Sook. I hope you have a beautiful day."
"Yes. Thank you. Thank you for my gloves," she said
clumsily.
Han Sook sat in the coffee shop for a while after
Michael had departed. Her body and mind were tingling
all over from this chance encounter with the handsome
Australian. After some time, she strolled home arriving
in the early afternoon. As she entered the apartment,
she no longer felt that sense of loneliness. In the
kitchen, she made some tea, and listened to classical
music.
She loved Beethoven’s symphonies, and would time to
time, lay down on her bed, listening to the music and
slowly drift asleep. She did the same routine this
time, placing her tea on the night stand beside the
bed. The music resonated throughout the apartment like
soft whispers. Slowly she found herself half-awake and
half-asleep, thinking about Michael.
She remembered his eyes and hair, and his muscular body
beneath his winter sweater. She remembered his touch on
her hand. Now she could feel her body heat increasing
with her thoughts, and she placed one of her pillows
between her legs for comfort. Her mind drifted, and she
dreamed. Suddenly she found herself naked, standing in
front of Michael, a naked Michael. Where were they?
In her apartment it seemed or in his apartment. She
couldn’t discern the whereabouts. But it didn’t matter.
She felt his touch on her bare shoulder, and goose
bumps erupted down her arms. She moved forward into his
naked embrace, and felt for the first time, the
fullness of his lips on hers. She felt the sensation of
her nipples harden against his chest, and her legs
became weak…
There was a knock at the door, or was it her
imagination. She awoke from her dream to find her hand
on bare breast, under her shirt. She massaged her hard
nipple with her warm hand… her hand that had so gently
been stroked by Michael’s hand. She thought, as she
touched herself, that it was his hand on her breast.
Blood rushed into her nipples, and they ached to the
gentle touch. Her fingers squeezed lightly, and then
more forcibly, sending shivers down her spine.
She gasped at this feeling, and sensed the building
wetness between her legs. Feelings of desire overcame
her sense of whereabouts, and she hesitantly moved her
hand down between her legs. Not all the way down, but
just to the top lace portion of her panties. She
gripped the top of her panties tightly, and pulled on
them, forcing the lace between her vaginal lips,
brushing against her sensitively engorged clitoris. She
titled her head back against the headboard, pulling
strongly on her panties.
Waves of delight engulfed her body. She could feel the
pressure inside her groin building. Her left hand moved
in circles from one nipple to another until she felt
her release overcome her. She thought, during that
moment, that she wanted nothing more than to feel
Michael inside her, feeling his manliness and fit body
against hers.
***
The following day, Han Sook prepared herself in the
morning unlike any other time she could remember. She
was overly nervous, anxious, afraid and excited about
meeting Michael. Her hair was primed, and accentuated
her red lipstick, eye shadow and makeup. She put on her
sexiest black lace Vivien lingerie with her best black
satin shirt, grey wool knee high skirt and high heeled
shoes. For the first time in an eternity she felt
genuinely sexy, and it gave her unbeknownst confidence.
As she walked down the street towards the Starbucks
coffee shop, she felt the giddiness of going on a date
for the first time. No where in her mind was the
thought of her husband, so consumed was she with this
meeting. She felt like a teenage girl, and it made her
smile uncontrollably.
The coffee shop was full when she entered, and she
noticed that Michael had not yet arrived. The line up
was long and slow, and she started to fret that there
would not be any available seats for them. She stood at
the end of the line, wondering what to order:
cappuccino, latte, _mocha espresso or green tea. As her
mind debated about the drink to order, she felt a hand
gently squeeze her shoulder.
"Sorry, I am late. And this place is so busy," Michael
uttered. "Shall we go someplace else more quiet?"
Han Sook shuttered at his touch, not in fear, but more
in sensual submission. She felt eager to return his
touch, and without thought, she grabbed Michael’s hand
and led him out of the coffee shop.
Outside, she immediately put her arm between his, and
walked with confidence through the maze of Myeondong
shopping district. Michael was instantly lost, and like
the puppy dog he said he was, followed her every step.
Eventually, she led him up a flight of stairs to a
second floor coffee shop of no distinct name. The place
was all but empty, so they treated themselves to a
quiet booth style seat in the back of the café. After a
brief moment of awkwardness, they sat down facing each
other, and the waitress came over to take their order.
Han Sook ordered green tea brewed in rice water, and
Michael ordered a tea made from spearmint leaves. As
they waited for their beverages, they sat quietly
looking out the window at the people below. Han Sook,
though looking at the window, was actually gazing at
Michael’s reflection that only she could see. She
rested her chin on her hands, elbows on the table, and
soaked up every dimple, line and wrinkle she could see
from the reflection.
"What do you see that makes you smile so brightly" he
asked.
"Huh? Oh, nothing really" she replied coyly.
The tea arrived, and the strong aroma of the spearmint
tea permeated enveloped the air.
"Your tea smells delicious" she said.
"Ah, yes. Spearmint is supposed to be good for a boy"
he replied innocently enough.
"What do you mean by that?" she quizzed.
Michael’s face turned a little flush. He hadn’t
expected her to be so inquisitive about such a
subliminal remark.
"Well, ah, uhm... hmm... ok then, spearmint tea is
supposed to make a man’s sperm fresh and vigorous" he
replied clinically, with his head down, but his deep
hazel eyes looking peering up at her.
Han Sook didn’t flinch, and continued to look out
through the window. "Really?" she replied, "It’s good
to see a man take good care of himself in such a way."
"I’m glad you agree. Do you want a taste?" he said
subliminally, testing her limits.
"Of you or the tea?" Han Sook asked, without turning to
face him.
"Maybe a little of both" he said, moving his hand
forward and resting it on her hand.
Han Sook’s face blushed over, and her heart began to
beat wantonly. "Perhaps I will have the tea later. But
for now, I would like to taste you" she said directly,
now looking directly at Michael. His heart was now
beating faster and faster, and he felt the blood
rushing to his penis, making it hard. He lightly
squeezed Han Sook’s hand, rubbing his thumb in her
palm, not really knowing what to do next.
His eyes gazed into Han Sook’s eyes of black pearls.
She looked at him for an instance and then lowered her
head, raising his nervous hand, and kissing it gently.
He could feel the warm moisture of her full lips on his
fingers, as she kissed each one separately. Michael bit
his lower lip as his desire rose to new levels,
watching her as she sucked on one finger than the next.
Michael gasped, reaching down into his pants.
"Do you need some help down there?" she asked daringly.
And before Michael could say anything, he felt her
stocking foot rubbing up and down against his pants,
against his hardness.
"Mmmm, it’s so big and hard. Feel better?" she asked.
"Yes, yes…so good…" he exhaled. "God, you are so damn
sexy."
She giggled like a teenage girl and tilter her head in
girlish approval.
"Do you know what I really am?" she purred.
"What, tell me" he replied between deep breaths.
"I am so wet and horny now. Would you like to taste me
too?" she whispered.
"Oh god, yes!" he answered in a hush.
Han Sook looked around the café and noticed that it was
still empty. The waitress, looking bored with her job,
was engrossed in her reading at the front, paying no
attention, and probably having forgotten Han Sook and
Michael in the back booth.
"Come with me" Han Sook said, standing up from their
booth. Michael said nothing, and followed her deeper
into the back of the café, to the washroom area. He
noticed that there was a washroom for men, for women
and a larger washroom for the handicapped. Han Sook led
him into that washroom. In fact, she hurriedly pulled
him into the washroom, locked the door behind her,
pushing Michael up against it.
Michael held her face in his large hands and kissed her
deeply. She broke free from his embrace, and knelt down
in front of him, quickly unzipping his pants, exposing
his large, hard penis to her wanton mouth. Seeing his
largeness, Han Sook licked it from its base to its
head, in one slow motion. She could already taste his
pre-cum and knew that it wouldn’t take him long to
explode.
Her right hand circled the base of his hardness, and
she engulfed as much of his cock in her mouth as she
could manage. Long, drawn out sucks followed and with
her hand rubbing the shaft quickly, it put Michael over
the edge. She could feel his thigh muscles and every
fiber in his legs tighten.
Han Sook rubbed and sucked faster and faster, listening
to Michael’s panting and deep moans. Then, suddenly, as
she sucked deeper once more, she could notice his hands
reach out, palms flat against the door and wall, and
his hot, spearmint flavoured cum shot deeply into her
throat. She almost choked at the quantity of his cum,
but quickly swallowed it, enjoying it’s minty taste.
Michael wanted to say something, but Han Sook gave him
the "be quiet" sound, placing her index finger over his
lips. She led him over to the toilet, where she sat
down on the lid. Michael knew exactly what she wanted,
and pushed up her skirt, and pulled down her stockings
revealing her glistening pussy. Han Sook leaned back
against the toilet, feeling the hot, exhilarating
shivers as Michael’s velvety tongue licked her wetness
for the first time.
She closed her eyes, and felt his tongue move in slow
circles, teasing but never directly touching her
swollen clitoris. She could hear his sucking on her
juices and it made her go crazy with ecstasy. She
looked down at him and watched as he swirled his hot
tongue against her flushed pussy lips, inserting his
fingers into her wet hole.
"Yes," she murmured, as his finger rubbed against the
roof of her pussy, against the ridged area that hides
the g-spot. Now, his sucking came to her exposed clit,
and she felt a rush of shivers down her spine into her
loins. Michael’s finger slid easily, in and out, faster
and faster while his tongue flicked madly against her
hardened clitoris.
Han Sook leaned further back, feet aching to stretch
out, and legs asunder. Then, without losing a rhythm,
Michael switched to rubbing his wet fingers against her
desirous clit, and tongue-fucked her hot pussy faster
and deeper. The feeling of his long, hot tongue deep
inside her gave Han Sook uncontrollable moans which she
tried to cover with her hand. The consistent rhythm of
his rubbing and tonguing brought cries to Han Sook, and
she could no longer hold it in, letting out a gasp of
air between her clenched teeth.
"That’s it…yes…yes…" she cried, cumming all over
Michael’s face.
Michael slowed his movements, finally looking up at
her. She leaned over and licked and kissed his wet
face. They sat there for a moment before they realized
they should get back to their table. As then exited the
washroom, they noticed nothing had changed, and shared
a wry smile with each other.
"I better get home soon" Han Sook said, "My husband is
arriving at 7pm from Taegu."
"Ah, yes, you should rush back" Michael said, holding
her hand. "When can I see you next, then?"
"Oh, let’s try to meet at Starbucks in three days from
now" she replied, "same time."
"Ok. Let’s go then" he said, and they both walked out
of the café, out into the night.
Chapter Two
Three days after their first rendezvous, Michael waited
impatiently for Han Sook in the coffee shop. She was
late, and Michael began to question whether or not she
would meet him on this day. It was dreary and raining
heavily outside. Droplets of water trickled from his
umbrella, leaning against the chair across from him. He
warmed his hands cradling his coffee and watching the
droplets form a miniature river flowing downwards
toward the front door.
For some surreal moments he was lost in the developing
stream emanating from the tip of his umbrella. The door
opened and his gaze noticed a pair of shiny, high laced
black boots walk imperceptibly slowly towards him along
the trail of water created by his umbrella.
Ten, eleven, twelve, he counted the footsteps until the
person was standing directly over him. Michael followed
the laces upwards, past a mid-length grey striped wool
skirt, past a charcoal coloured cashmere sweater
covered by a speckled grey rain coat, straight up to
the puckered smile of Han Sook’s face.
"I thought you may not come," he said.
"Well, a girl doesn’t like to get her hair wet, and
with the weather outside it made the decision quite
perplexing" she replied jokingly.
Michael grabbed his umbrella and moved it behind him,
motioning Han Sook to sit down.
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked.
"No, not at the moment, thanks" the reply came. "It’s a
good movie day, don’t you agree?"
"Yes, you are thinking the same as me. I was just
looking in the newspaper for a good movie to see. Do
you have anything in mind?" Michael inquired.
"Yeah, do you like police movie? I want to see
‘Memories of Murder’ by Bong Joon-Ho. It’s supposed to
be an excellent flick" she replied.
"Do you know something funny? That’s the exact movie I
just read the review for in the paper" Michael said
cheerfully, "Let’s go!"
As they walked out of the coffee shop, Han Sook tucked
her arm through Michael’s arm, and snuggled under the
canopy of the umbrella. They walked slowly, kicking
their feet through the puddles, window shopping at the
various stores. At single particular store, Han Sook
stopped suddenly and motioned Michael to follow her
inside. He followed with trepidation once he had
realized that it was an adult sex store.
"I’ve never been in one of these stores before" she
hushed to him, holding tightly to his hand. "It’s kind
of risky and exciting."
Michael didn’t reply, he was still in a state of shock,
exhilaration, suspicion and unbounded curiosity. Han
Sook pulled him over to the lingerie section, touching
and feeling the soft satin and silk garments. She
pulled a pair of white satin and lace panties from the
rack, and asked Michael if he liked the style.
"Well, yes but you know that these are crotch less
panties?" he smirked.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "It’s so erotic! I love
them!"
Michael loved them too but was dumbfounded how to
explain his desires and fantasies to her. However,
seeing Han Sook’s immediate excitement triggered sexual
feelings in his mind and body. She bounded over to him
holding a bra that had small holes for a woman’s
nipples to poke through.
"Don’t you love this bra?" she said excitedly.
"You are like a kid in a candy store!" he replied.
"So! I never knew they made such things" she shot back
at him with a sultry look.
As they walked around the store it became evident that
their sexual tension was increasing, especially when
Han Sook innocently grabbed an anal plug with a long
tail attached to it.
"What’s this for?" she asked without really knowing.
"Hmm, well I think you put it in your bum so you can
have a real tail" Michael said.
"Oh gosh, really?" she replied, "Uhm, I would like to
try that. You know my Korea astrology sign is the
Tiger!"
Michael gasped.
"And what’s this thing?" she asked him in a puff of
air.
"It’s a nipple clamp, like a clothespin" he said.
"Wow! And this?"
"It’s a ring that goes around a man’s penis to keep it
hard" he blushed.
"Oh, you don’t need that!" she said matter-of-factly,
"and what are these things?"
"Ah, those are vaginal beads" Michael replied.
"What do you do with them?"
"Well, I think you put them all inside your pussy, and
the slowly tug on the string, pulling out one bead at a
time. I think it’s supposed to stimulate your g-spot
and give you an orgasm" was the answer.
Han Sook looked at him with her mouth wide open and
eyes bulging out.
"I’m going to buy these!" she animated.
Michael rolled his eyes at her, and wondered how they
went from an innocent coffee a few days ago to now
purchasing vaginal beads. He laughed to himself while
realizing that given the opportunity, he would make
love to her right this instant.
Han Sook paid for her items and placed them deep into
her purse. She blew a fake kiss at Michael as he stood
by the door.
After a period of 30 minutes they arrived at the
entrance to the cinema that was also located in the
Myeondong shopping district. The theatre was on the top
floor of a shopping mall so they used the escalator to
go up the seven floors.
It was a weekday, a Thursday afternoon, and the cinema
was not so crowded. Han Sook noticed that most of the
moviegoers were a gaggle of women her age, out on a
shopping spree, and now lining up to watch "A Tale of
Two Sisters." Another group of students was lining up
to watch "My Teacher, Mr. Kim."
Han Sook counted only five people going into the
theatre showing "Memories of Murder." She purchased the
tickets as Michael waited by the entrance to the
theatre. As she walked over, Michael noticed the stares
of several Korean women looking his way.
"Do you see their eyes? Their staring" Michael
whispered to Han Sook.
"Of course, they want the same thing that I have" she
smirked.
"Huh?"
"You silly boy! They want you. Look at them. They are a
pack of hungry lionesses, and you are the tasty
gazelle. Lucky for you, I am here to protect you!" she
laughed.
"Oh really," Michael gaffed, "Well maybe this gazelle
wants to be hunted down by a pack of hungry Korean
housewives!" he laughed back at her.
Han Sook gave him a quick wink of her eye. "Well, if
you think you are man enough for five 30-something
Korean housewives" she replied.
"Just kidding" he said, "you are plenty for me."
"Chicken" she retorted and grabbed him by the hand
leading him into the theatre.
Han Sook led him to the last row of the theatre, deep
into the shadows. The other patrons sat closer to the
front of the theatre as the house lights dimmed and the
movie began. Han Sook leaned her head against Michael’s
broad shoulders, interlocking her arm snuggly in his
arm. Michael was immediately taken by the flowery scent
of her perfume, and the freshness of her hair that
tickled his neck. His free hand moved across his body,
and tenderly touched Han Sook’s cheek. She moved to
look at him, and their lips touched as lightly as a
feather falling to the ground.
During the introduction of the movie, a horde of young
men hurriedly came into the theatre, and seated
themselves in the row of seats directly in front of Han
Sook and Michael. She let out a gasp of despair, which
concerned Michael’s attention.
"What’s wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. I was thinking of something romantic until
those guys came in. Don’t worry about it" she replied
stoically.
Michael kissed her tenderly on the ear, which gave Han
Sook a warm feeling. Then, as she was about to kiss him
in return, her attention was captured by the movie.
"I really like the actor Kim Sang-Gyung. He plays the
detective from Seoul that is put on the case. His
character’s name is Seo Tae-Yoon. Ah, he is so cute!"
she cooed in his ear.
"Have you seen this movie already?" Michael asked.
"Yes, maybe three times!" she replied with a smirk.
"Huh!" he retorted with a smile.
"I like this movie for other reasons too. It takes
place in the 1980’s when Korea was much different then
it is today," she told him. "It was a difficult time
for everyone, with air raid sirens, can you imagine. I
mean really! And electricity black outs, and in school
we conducted biochemical warfare evacuation drills!"
"What? Was it really that bad?" Michael said in a
shock.
"Yes, it was such a different time. I am so glad you
are here with me now" she murmured, and clutched his
hand tightly.
The plot of the movie progressed, from the initial
murder scene in Gyunggi Province, through the
challenging personality conflicts of the detectives and
the heinous and gruesome multiple murder scenes. As
each murder scene was introduced Han Sook would clutch
deeper into Michael’s arm, turning her eyes away from
the screen. Michael came to enjoy this new-found
protector role, even if it was only for a movie. He
loved Han Sook young girl innocence balanced with her
womanly confidence. Most of all, he just liked being
with her in any circumstance.
When the movie ended, Michael had to forcibly unclench
Han Sook’s arm from his arm. They laughed at the
situation and how tightly she had gripped his arm
during the movie. As they exited the theatre, the rain
had stopped, and the night was upon the busy city.
"Hungry?" Han Sook asked.
"Yes, a little but don’t you have to get home soon?" he
replied.
"Of course, but I have at least one more hour. Don’t
you want my company?" she pouted.
"Of course! Ok, let’s go eat" he pulled her by the hand
out into the crowd of pedestrians.
They walked for a short time and then settled on eating
noodles at a canopied outside food stall. Both Han Sook
and Michael ordered the same noodles but Michael
insisted on having his hot sauce on the side. Han Sook
looks puzzled at his behaviour mixing her noodles
around with her chopsticks. Then suddenly she burst out
in laughter uncontrollably.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! I get it! You are eating the noodles
exactly like detective Seo Tae-Yoon in the movie!" she
yelped at him.
"Well you said he is so cute, so I am a bit jealous!"
Michael replied smartly.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh, you are so cute too, I am beside
myself," she laughed back at him.
Michael winked at her, slurping his noodles into his
mouth.
"So, tell me more about life in 1980’s Korea. What
television shows did you watch?" he asked with genuine
interest.
"Well, uhm, I think most people watched ‘Head
Detective’ and ‘Pastoral Diaries’ but I mostly read or
listened to music" she replied.
"Oh? So what music did you listen to?"
"I listened to a singer named Lee Moon-sae as well as
some British pop songs. I also like to listen to the
band Queen and their song Bohemian Rhapsody," she said.
"Good band, I like them as well" he agreed.
"Michael, I had a wonderful day. Now I must get home to
make some dinner for my daughter, Han Rim," she
uttered.
"Ah, sure. No problem," Michael replied. "Han Rim, it’s
a pretty name. What does it mean?"
"I guess it translates as something like ‘stars of the
milky way’. Difficult to explain precisely" she
replied.
"Nevertheless, it’s a pretty name" he repeated. "Ok,
let’s go now."
Han Sook and Michael walked briskly to the subway
station. He could sense the rush in her legs to get
home quickly. Past the subway turnstiles they parted to
go to their separate platforms. Michael’s train was
going eastbound, and Han Sook’s the other direction.
They smiled at each other from their respective sides
until Han Sook’s train arrived first.
She entered the train and waved to him from the window.
As it pulled away from the station, Michael realised
that they had not made any arrangement to meet again.
Nor did he have her phone number or any means to
contact her. Suddenly, he felt a deep loneliness
watching her disappear away into the subway tunnel.
Chapter Three
Michael stood on the subway platform for what seemed to
be hours. Several trains past him by and he could not
bring himself to get on board. Every woman he saw
suddenly looked like Han Sook. He would open his mouth
to shout her name and then realise it was not the
person her cared so much to see.
The quiet afternoon turned into rush hour and he
finally found himself in a sea of people pushing
forward to the stationary train. When the train rolled
away from the platform he found himself standing by the
train’s door, his eyes starring blankly at the passing
tracks.
Michael arrived home an hour later and shuffled his
feet up the sidewalk towards his apartment building.
His mind was a kaleidoscope of thoughts but mostly he
was overcome with a feeling of sadness. He felt this
sadness for himself, for Han Sook, for their ill-
conceived relationship, for their lost passion and now,
for loneliness of souls. When he entered his apartment
he stumbled over his luggage that was in the foyer,
packed and ready to go to the airport.
It was 6pm and his plane departed in four hours. There
was no time to survey the neighbourhood or run down to
the Starbucks to see if Han Sook was there. He picked
up the phone and called for a taxi, grabbed his luggage
and took the elevator down to ground level and waited
for what seemed an eternity.
***
Han Sook leaned against the far door of the train. Her
face was sullen, sad and feeling guilty for the silent
departure from Michael. She realised that she had never
given him her address or phone number. In her mind, she
had to protect and hide her trysts but all the same,
she felt remorse for her actions toward Michael at
their parting.
Tears, one by one, began to fall like drops from a
melting icicle. She had no words to utter, no thoughts
or feelings. Her body felt cold and numb, like a
hibernating animal in a deep freeze. As she went to
grab hold of the side table to steady her shaking legs,
Han Sook nicked her index finger on the sharp edge. In
a moment, she felt the sharp tears sting her flushed
face and wiped them away with her bloodied finger
leaving a streak of red across her cheek.
The blood from her finger and her falling tears blended
together on the side table. She became temporarily
mesmerised by this small pool that began to form. A
lifetime passed through her memory, of her marriage,
her daughter’s birth, of the eternal cascade of secret
desires she always felt, of all the lovers she shared
her body with, and now, just a singular thought of her
Michael. Tears became uncontrollable. She dipped her
long fingernail into the pool of tears and blood, and
began to write:
"Though my eyes may smile at other men, my heart only
smiles for you."
Han Sook felt her nerves beginning to fray and panic
overcame her soul. More so, the intense and drowning
loss she felt came flooding into her mind like a
landslide. She rose up from the chair and paced around
the room eventually finding herself standing by the
door. She opened it and walked down to the street in
almost a zombie-like state.
The night air was cold and clear but she felt
suffocated her loneliness. As she tilted her head back
to contain her tears she noticed a jetliner streak
across the evening sky.
She whispered Michael’s name and reached upwards to the
sky to touch the plane.
And in that moment, Han Sook had an idea.
***
Michael arrived at the airport, unloaded his luggage
from the taxi and wandered inside the cavernous Kimpo
International Airport. For a time, he stood some
distance from the Departures Check-In counter, just
thinking to himself and wondering. He moved his luggage
up beside to the counter as a habitual move. Then his
deep thoughts took him inside the memories of his mind;
he placed his hands in his pockets and started walking
aimlessly away from his luggage. Time passed and as he
walked back to the counter panic overcame him
instantly.
His luggage was gone. Moved by a porter? Stolen?
Michael’s eyes widened like a hunter and his gaze swept
the immediate surroundings. He looked down the long
line of passengers waiting to check in, across the
mezzanine to the food court and beyond. Then, from the
farthest reach of his peripheral vision, he spotted
her. Han Sook.
There she was, sitting on top of his tipped over
luggage, in the middle of the airport with enormously
large pouty lips, tears running down her cheeks and her
arms folded in tepid determination. Michael’s heart
almost stopped. He was frozen in his steps. Happiness
and fear battled like the forces of yin and yang in his
soul. But love forced himself to place one foot in
front of the other until he stood in front of his her.
Han Sook stood up from her seated position on the
luggage. She reached up to Michael, tip toes stretched
out, and kissed him flush on his lips, tears mingling
with the passion of soft, warm lips. When he was about
to say something, she placed her finger across his lips
to remain silent. He raised his brow and nodded
obediently. Then he saw the fine line of red blood
streaked across her brow, tracing its trail with his
finger. His puppy eyes showed his sadness but she
brushed his hand away feigning that he should not be
concerned.
Soon, they were walking through the airport, luggage in
tow, up to the Singapore Kris Lounge. Michael handed
over his ticket to the receptionist who led them into
the member’s lounge without question. Han Sook rolled
his luggage over to a holding area while Michael viewed
the surroundings.
They sat down, opposite one another in deep, in
Corinthian leather chairs, a drink in either hand.
Glennfiddich single malt for Michael, Il-Bun Ji Soju
for Han Sook. When he opened his mouth to talk, she put
her finger out to warn him, no talking. People came in
and went in a flurry, and it felt like they were
sitting on a train watching the scenery pass them by
inconsequentially. And after four or five drinks for
each of them, the stresses of the past few hours
disappeared like the sun burning off the morning haze.
They smile and talked to each other without talking.
Exchanging vows of love and passion with uttering a
word. Han Sook stood, steadily in her high heels and
reached out her hand for Michael to take. He did, and
let her lead him onwards. They walked to the back of
the lounge where it was empty, back past the secondary
washrooms to the traveller’s shower facilities. Without
a second thought, Han Sook pulled Michael into the
shower room, locked the door and kicked off her shoes.
She smiled at him, biting her bottom lip in a
schoolgirl prose. She disrobed in a hurriedly seductive
fashion, exposing her lithe and perfect shaped body to
his increasingly desirous eyes. As she bent over to
turn water on; hot and wet like Han Sook was becoming;
she could feel his heart beating from across the room.
Michael starred at her for a moment, pants half open,
fingers fumbling on his shirt buttons.
She stepped into the shower letting the hot water
cascade over her body making herself more and more
tempting with each caress of her bosom. Michael flung
his pants to the floor, and walked nakedly and
purposely into the shower, and into her arms. He kissed
her like never before. Deep, back of the throat kisses
that took her breath away. Steam rose from their bodies
turning the shower into a sauna. And in moments like
this as Michael realised the only words spoken are
aches and screams of passion.
He lifted Han Sook up into his arms, pinned her back
against the shower wall, and rammed his fully engorge
cock deep into her wet and inviting pussy. Almost
instantly she yelled out in orgasm, as such as these
instances when desire surmounts desire and all the
nerves in the body are directed towards this nirvana.
She bit his tongue as her pussy tightened to the
involuntary contractions.
All sense of time and place were lost and they rejoiced
in each other arms like two illicit teenagers under a
waterfall. As his rhythms grew faster and faster, Han
Sook could feel his cock swell inside her. She knew his
breathing pattern and when it changed to signify he was
near. Panting like a hungry wolf. Eyes rolled back in
his head. Mouth agape.
She stretched her legs out from his arms, forcing him
to put her down. She returned the favour and pushed him
against the wall, taking his large, hard rock cock into
her mouth and sucking it all the way down while holding
his tight, round balls in her small hand.
Michael enjoyed beyond belief the feeling of Han Sook
swallowing him whole. But when he looked down at her,
and saw her take his cum filled cock, holding it in her
hand and slapping it against her outstretched tongue
like a porn star...that was it...no more… he couldn’t
hold it in anymore… and he released his geyser of hot,
sweet cum all over her wet, smiling face. Han Sook
looked up and smiled, bright white teeth, licking the
corner of her mouth for more of his elixir. In
exhaustion, Michael slid to the floor, side by side
with Han Sook.
Fatigue.
Joy.
Love.
Secret.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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