Mr Q’s Return to Korea, Part 2
After the visit with the ajuma down the Cheongyangni red light district, I walked back to the main alley to find a much younger Korean girl. Foot traffic seemed quite a bit lighter than my previous visit, but it was the fall then and it’s winter now. With freezing temperatures in Seoul Korea, you can’t blame mongers for wanting to stay home.
Just like before, there were Korean girls all shapes and sizes behind their windows. Tall, short, chubby, thin, old, young, and even fake plastic ones. The assertive girls knocked on the glass or stuck their head out into the cold to get my attention. The ones that didn’t care just stared at their phones or did their makeup, not making any effort unless you approached them first.
Narrowing the field to two girls I headed towards the first one. She was thin and sexy in a black cocktail dress. She had Korean attributes, but was not super undeniably Korean. I began walking up to her and then she pulled out a cigarette so I walked away. I hate cigarettes.
With only one choice remaining I was relieved as the decision became ever so clear and straightforward. In the next alley, I walked up to the second Korean girl and she opened up the sliding door and I got a good close-up look of her. Adorable round face, high cheek bones, cute little voice, bangs, a little white dress, strangely she looked wholesome to me. Her figure was nowhere near the other girl and she was far from perfect but she was so undeniably Korean I had to have her.
She was 24 but I couldn’t remember her name. What I do remember was that she was soft, quiet, timid, and nice. The warmth of the room soothed my frozen hands, an escape from the outside cold. The was room muted and almost calming yet being the timid monger I am, my heart raced.
She asked for money and I gave her two 50,000 bills from my wallet. A timer appeared, she keyed in 30:00 and lifted up the two bills. I knew what she meant and my reply was “no”. She acknowledged and then keyed in 20:00, “chil” she murmured softly.
She signaled me to undress and she slipped out of the room. After a few minutes she returned. I thought she went out to prepare and to retrieve some change, but with the slight scent of tobacco on her she did more than just come back with change.
She undressed revealing two small A-cup breasts medium brown nipples. Her figure wasn’t much, but she made it up with soft supple skin. She motioned me onto her bed gave me a wipe down with a wet nap. She went right to work with a cat bath and a very unexpected BBBJ.
My cold hands were soothed by her warmth and supple skin yet she did not protest. Her breasts were soft and tender and I fondled them like soft peaches. It was like a dream, warm and calming in the dim room, receiving the pleasure of her Korean lips on my cock. After enjoying the wetness of her mouth, she pulled out some protection and very eagerly got on top of me for the deed. After a couple of positions and listening to her moan softly, the deed was complete. She was nice to me the whole time and I wondered how did a nice girl like her get caught up in this? I then put my thoughts aside and just let it be.
Attempting my usual post coital chit chat. I asked how late was she working and she said 4. I was a bit in disbelief but maybe I heard wrong, but even if I misheard it seems the Seoul red light district would be open for a while. She saw me out, I thanked her and I walked away a very satisfied man.
Korean Girl Dreams
I did a little bit more walking around the outskirts of the Red Light district and it was dead. Knowing that the RLD would be open late, I contemplated having a warm meal and coming back for another round. I would have to wake in a few hours and the lack of sleep was really taking its toll. Ultimately the second round was forfeited. This was a tough decision for me. I really wanted another chance for more Korean girls. I knew this may be the very last opportunity *ever* for Korean girls. I had never intended to return to Korea and this occurrence was of pure coincidence. Korean girls are dream that I never fulfilled in my love life and with that I returned to the metro station as it was closing. As I headed away, I knew Korea may never come again. Anyeong and goodbye Korea.
By Mr Q