It was the Summer of Drive Through Dicks.
My second summer in Korea and I was being greedier than the first. The first time when I went there, I was on a Dizzyland high, and as with all firsts, the memories were hazy at best.
Everything then was new and exciting, and having my family with me, especially my mom, added to the danger. These Korean men were strangers, despite chatting and playing with them online for six
months, and more. They were excited to meet a MILF and also experience something they’d never done before.
So, the first year went by, and I was thrilled to be back again. Except for the second summer, it didn’t go as planned. In fact, being in Korea again wasn’t all that I’d hoped for.
Looking back, if you were to ask me what I enjoyed the most about being there, I’d say, spending the time I had with my family, meeting my Korean language teachers, going on nice dates, and having fun in the car with my one FWB. The rest of them — the guys whom I’d planned for months to meet, many bailed, and even if they didn’t, they were half of what I’d expected them to be.
There were some silver linings. Not every guy was a jerk. The nicer ones, which was an irony, were the last-minute guys whom I’d invited because the ones who were supposed to meet didn’t show up.
And why didn’t I try contacting more? I was disappointed. There were expectations with the ones I’d been chatting with, and I wasn’t getting what I wanted anyway. It wasn’t just sex. I wanted to go out,
explore Seoul, and have some nice conversations, a coffee, or a meal before jumping to bed.
I didn’t want to feel like a whore. Waiting in the hotel room till they were done with their priorities.
Yes, I love sex and I do want to play. But, I also, am a person who deserves some respect. A cougar MILF like me didn’t have to feel like crap. So, why not just meet a new person? At least the slate was
clean, we didn’t know each other, maybe we might have fun or maybe it might not work out. At least, it was my choice.
“Those guys don’t know how lucky they are,” said the friends from the US. They knew I had a type — the Korean Korean type, and wished they had half the chance of meeting me as these people did.
It felt good to be bolstered like that but when the heart hurts, it hurts.
So, I called it the Summer of drive-throughs, and in California, we called it — In and Out.
Hot sun, sweat running down the backs from endless sex, the sounds of moaning and some orgasms, young fit guys with beautiful abs, smooth bouncy breasts and ass, it was like cake by the beach.
All the guys had their fun, some filmed, and okay, maybe that part was fun.
“What do you expect?” H said. “This is reality. People are people. An Asian city is not going to be very much different than another.”
H was always adamant that Japan was better and he never got why I liked Korea and gave up our dream of Japan together that we had since we were in college.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Japan anymore, but it was me being a child and not having my stomach full of the new food I loved.
It was a matter of time before I grew to detest it. And I was waiting for that moment when I’d not see this country with rosy-hued lenses and be as normal as I was walking down any Asian street.
Japan, I’d been to more than ten times. I was used to it. Korea was the new jewel. And that last summer had brought me to my knees. Literally.
“I want to come back,” I told H on the phone.
“Why?” he asked. “This is your first time staying out by yourself.”
That was true. I’d never done a solo trip ever. Well, the last time was maybe twenty-five years ago when I had to fly to another state for an Interview.
“You wanted this. To meet your K boys without us there. It’s your second summer, do what you didn’t do last year,” he said.
“Yes…I do. But I’m eating peanuts,” I said.
“Peanuts?” H was laughing. I called him because I was lonely and missed the good food we always got together. I am a foodie.
Each meal mattered, and especially when I was in a foreign country and there were so many different yummy dishes to try.
Stupid of me to think I’d get to go out for a nice meal with a local and then get back to the hotel for some fun time.
“I can’t come till 9pm. I’m having dinner with my friends,” one guy said.
“I’m going to the gym. Maybe later,” said another.
“I have to work,” a guy said. “My family changed plans.”
The reasons went on. Some more valid than others but there were never backup plans. None said — let’s meet another day or time.
Those guys and I planned a month before. I flew all the way from the US to meet but their schedules apparently changed.
Perhaps it is common here in South Korea. I get that it took forever to travel anywhere.
Even with the subway, the distance seemed so much further than the US, and we, most Americans, take the car everywhere because taking the bus or train took a longer time.
“They are selfish,” a Korean American guy said. “The people there treasure their time but not others.”
I agreed and for me, my time was more precious than money. With this new understanding, those who made time for me at the last minute meant more.
I called him - Alien because I knew nothing about him.
He was stubborn. Refusing to reveal anything about himself and letting me roast him like crazy and called him names for being an asshole about it.
So, like that, we chatted for a year, and we missed seeing each other the first Summer I was there because he had a work deadline.
He’d warned me too so I understood and accepted chances were slim.
And when the second year came along, I asked Alien guy if we were ever going to meet.
“Okay. I only have an hour with you. Sorry we can’t go out,” he said. “It takes thirty minutes to get there.”
I thought staying in Gangnam was more convenient but it turned out it was a richer district and mainly where the businesses were. I lucked out that he was close. Most hesitated to meet because it
took an hour to travel.
Meeting him was a little scary because I didn’t even know how he looked like or what was his real name.
“You can call me Jay,” he said long ago. Before that he said his initials were SH. He knew it would be hard to pin him down, because I was scrolling through the dating apps like a horny guy flipping through pin-ups.
“Dude. Every other Korean guy’s name is Jay,” I said.
He texted a laughing emoji. “I know, right? Kkkk”
“I don’t even know how old you are. Where did we meet?” I asked.
“On a dating app,” he said. “What does it matter how old I am?”
“Which one?” I asked. Because he popped up one day outside my naughty insta asking to be let in. He said I told him about it which was probably true because the number of guys who knew about it was one in a thousand.
I kept my bat cave in tight security and kept asking him questions. Finally, I relented.
My vids and pics were the reason why we migrated to Kakao after and him sharing his live text and pics while he fucked a Thai girl he met online was exciting. Pervs united, that sealed the deal.
“Meet me downstairs at the parking garage floor,” he said.
With all the men in hotels, I always asked to meet by the hotel elevator. Made it easier to snatch the fish and go. It was thrilling when the elevator door opened and a guy turned around.
Almost serendipitous. Our eyes met. There was recognition or maybe not, depending on how much of a cat-fisher the guy was
Have I ever rejected a guy whom I met like this?
So far, at the elevator, no. I have rejected one who grabbed me at a parking lot and pushed me into a cab. There were limits. Getting kidnapped was one.
Even though I never rejected, I do regret. Friend pity sex was something women did. Guys post-nutted and girls pity-cummed.
“You won’t regret meeting me,” he texted. “I’m driving now. See you soon.”
The elevator door slid open. Barely a cranking to distract my thoughts. My heart was hammering fast. Meeting Alien Guy went against all my rules — number 1, meet the guy on vid chat first.
I didn’t think I would meet him on this trip. I barely mentioned it to him because my roster was full. And with him it was always hit or miss online and sometimes he disappeared for days and weeks from Kakao. Always making me wonder, what on earth he did.
“Okay, are you a famous person?” I asked. It was one of those days when I had to know why he was hiding his identity so much. “Or crazy rich? Like a Chaebol? OMG! Are you?”
He laughed. Always snickering at my pathetic attempts to try and trick him into revealing something.
“No,” he said.
Of course he said no.
“Come on. Spill something. What’s your name? How old are you?” I asked.
“Don’t worry. I’m not ugly. Many girls chase me,” he said.
“So are you married?” I asked. “It’s not a problem for me, you know. And I’ll keep it a secret.”
I was passed the point of guilt. If a guy wanted to cheat, he would cheat no matter what. Just sucks to be that girl. Maybe sex wasn’t as important to her and that guy had to eat.
Nature made guys super horny. It was natural for a guy to want sex. In fact, women should have more too but hormones were hormones. Women were meant to be nurturers and men animals.
“Actor. Or in the film industry that’s why you are gone for periods of time.” I said.
“No. Just a normal job,” he said.
“Right…okay fine. You are an Alien.”
The elevator door slit open and a handsome guy turned around. It was hard to describe his looks. He wasn’t typical Kpop or Kdrama cute, hot boy.
He was not a boy. Alien Guy was a wolf.
Six feet tall, broad shoulders, lean, with a handsome man’s face, like how Gong Yoo was when he was younger, smooth face with sharp jaw. About late twenties or early thirties. He was paler-skinned and had intense eyes. That day, he was wearing a jacket, light sweater and black jeans, and I was too shocked to remember the rest.
“Hi,” he smiled and stepped in.
There was no one was in the elevator at that time. I stepped back in till my butt hit the elevator wall, and bounced back.
He caught me and dropped his hands, stepping away so we could size each other up.
Not fair. He knew how I looked, okay, mostly how my body looked.
“Jay?” I asked.
“Yes. I don’t look bad right?” He gestured and grinned. “Can we go up?”
I nodded.
“Card?” He pointed to the security card box that guests had to scan to get to their floor.
“Right…” I said and scanned it.
We didn’t talk much after because people came in and we waited till we got to the highest floor. Yes, I lucked out with the view.
The moment we walked in, he dropped his jacket and spun around. There was no waiting time, he pulled me to him and kissed me hard.
His lips running on mine and then his tongue penetrating in, taking all of me as his hands grabbed my breasts and then slipped under my black dress to my specially chosen lingerie.
My lingerie was always handpicked for each guy. For Jay, the mysterious one, I chose black with lace.
He pulled my black babydoll dress over my head, and unhooked my bra in a snap.
“Do you want me to take off my clothes?” He asked after stripping me.
“Yes,” I blushed, hiding my overflowing breasts behind my small hands. I was almost naked except for my black t-panty, feeling his eyes roving over my body.
I watched him strip of his off-white sweater and ogled his pale muscles and fit chest. Lean and smooth, I had to touch them.
He flipped me over like a doll and fucked me doggy. Taking turns switching positions to mission and then to me giving him a blow job and then back to doggy. I orgasmed once and he cummed hard.
“Wait!” I got up the bed as he pulled his pants on, and grabbed his sweater and jacket.
“I hope I did well. I’ll see you again, soon.” He kissed my head and left.
Like all fast foods, the hotter the better, the faster you ate.
He was in and then he was out.