I’ve been chatting with fellow Redditors and several of them recommended I share this true experience I had with a friend, right before COVID lockdown.  You can skip to the *** for the juicy part.

When I was 21 I spent a year studying abroad in Seoul, South Korea.  It was one of the best experiences of my young adult life, and an invaluable chance to connect with my roots.  Korean universities don’t have fraternities and sororities; they have student clubs instead, and within those clubs there’s Mentors: Upperclassmen or elected students who help lead the new and younger members.  As part of the exchange program, foreign students were encouraged to join these clubs and become friends (i.e. drink, party and/or hookup) with local students, which a lot of us did.  This brings me to Hana, the mentor I was assigned to.

Hana was a 20-year old Korean student in her third year.  About 5’3”, 110 lbs, soft light complexion like many Korean women, shoulder length black hair with brown highlights.  She has a small face with big expressive eyes and a mischievous smile.  Hana was slim and stayed fit with dance and rock climbing; she had a perky B-cup chest and a cute little bubble butt.  Wicked smart as well, and very passionate about her research in biotech.  If I had to compare her visuals, I would say she looks like a mix of the singer Nayeon from TWICE, and the actress Hoyeon (Player 067 from Squid Game).  Very much a beautiful “girl next door” type you’d love to introduce to your family.  She enjoyed practicing her already excellent English with me to learn slang.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t check her out many times when participating in club activities.  She caught me sometimes too!  Hana was friendly and fun to be around, but she had a boyfriend she’d been with since they were freshmen.  Despite this, plenty of guys took their shot at her over the course of the year.  I had met her beau on a few occasions and honestly I thought he was a pushy asshole.  But I respected the relationship and just stayed friends with her.  There was definitely some sexual tension between us but we kept it cool.  She appreciated my good behavior enough to stay in touch with me even after the year was over and everyone returned home.

Now fast forward a decade to February 2020:  I was 30 and working in LA.  I had just been dumped by my ex a few months prior after she moved.  Being in a tough place emotionally, I started working even harder on my business while also getting back into the gym.  I had finally begun to shed the weight gained during my prior relationship, one that involved plenty of dining out and fast food.  With the weight loss and after being prescribed a testosterone booster, my body started to look and feel better.  I had more energy, and was horny all the time.  I also noticed some gains in how my cock looked and measured:  At my rock hardest I’m about 6.5” in. long x 6” thick, and more of it definitely showed after shedding 30 lbs.  But online dating was getting me nowhere, and I was beginning to feel really lonely and pent up - little did I know what awaited all of us that year.  I wanted to welcome in the new decade right:  My cock needed to feel wet and my balls needed draining as soon as possible.

Then like a sign from the universe, Hana DMs me to say that she would be coming to visit.   She had continued developing her research projects and was now in grad school in the states.  There was a conference to attend near me, and she wanted to hang out and also have a local guide for her first time in LA.

Through a group chat we got some of our mutual friends to meet up and grab dinner for Friday night in Koreatown.  Some tasty Korean BBQ, Soju, and late night Karaoke to take us back to the old days!  I arrived at the restaurant early and got our table.  Now, keep in mind that aside from our brief chats and her occasional IG updates of food or travel pics, Hana hadn’t really kept her Instagram feed updated.  I was still picturing the tomboyish and cute friend I remembered from back in the day.

So when I overheard some guys talking at the next table over and one said to the other, “DAMN. Check that girl out!” like any other man I glanced up to get a peek…

At the entrance doorway stood an absolutely stunning woman, in a little black dress that was somehow both modest, yet just short enough to show her toned legs which led to a great ass, accentuated by some killer heels.  A plunging neckline revealed a classy amount of cleavage.  Her glossy black hair was cut into bangs that framed her face perfectly, the color of her red lipstick popping out under the lighting.  As my ex used to say when all dressed up to go out, “she looked a bad bitch, and she knew it.”  

The beautiful woman was turned to the side and facetiming someone.  I couldn’t hear over the restaurant noise, but she was animated and seemed a bit upset, irritated by whoever she was talking to.  She quickly ended the call and put her phone away.  I messaged Hana for her eta and gave our table number.  A moment later the woman took her phone back out to check it.   

I still didn’t connect the dots but then when she scanned the room and locked eyes with me, her whole demeanor changed.  She smiled and waved before excitedly walking over - HOLY SHIT.  It was Hana.  Just now completely unrecognizable and all glown up.  The years since college had been great to her.  

We embraced in a heartfelt hug of two friends reuniting after a long time apart - she smelled fucking amazing.  Like lavender in a summer breeze.  She felt firm, and thiccer than I remembered.  Feeling her tits pushed up against my chest felt so good.  I was hoping she didn’t notice the slight twitch I felt below the waist.  It didn’t help that my hands instinctively went around hers.  

On our group chat we soon got notified that our other friends would be running a bit late, so we ordered some cocktails to kill time before everyone arrived.  She and I started catching up, and as the Old Fashioned got in my system I was enchanted; I could not take my eyes off of her.  Even just the way she brushed her hair away from her face was so alluring.  We talked about all the typical stuff - what we’ve been up to the last few years, our jobs, which mutual friend got married and who has kids now, travel plans, her research, etc.  

It was like old times, the conversation just flowing till we got to our relationships.  I told her how I recently became single and been working on myself.  “I’ve noticed, you got hot!” replied Hana, in a joking yet flirtatious tone that seemed to surprise even herself once she said it.  When we got to her, Hana was less enthusiastic, “That’s…yeah it’s going okay.  The long distance makes it really tough on us.  And there’s some major things we disagree on right now.”  

I scoffed, “I know that lesson well, I got dumped because she moved to another state.  Your guy’s on the other side of the world.”

Hana replied, “Yeah, that’s a huge part of it.  He’s back in Korea still and I’m gonna be here for the next few years.  The program’s hard and just takes up SO much of my life.  It’s rewarding…but a lot of stress.  I mean we were thinking about finally getting married, but the timing!  Our parents are starting to pressure us too, especially my mom.  She keeps talking about me having kids, when I haven’t even finished school!  Plus he’s- nevermind.”  She sighed and took a long sip of the martini she ordered before continuing.

“And honestly?  I’m enjoying living here in the states.  I want him to transfer over here but who knows when he could do that.  Now I need to get ready to teach some college brats, leaving me even less time.  I feel a bit trapped to be honest.  So it's great to escape for a while.”  I lightly patted her hand with mine to empathize, and she placed her other hand over mine.  “It’s so good talking to you again, really.  I missed this,” she said.  I felt like I blushed a bit because she smiled at me, still holding hands.  There was a palpable silence as we just stared into each other's eyes; the moment was brief, but felt like forever...

The rest of our friends finally began to arrive, so she and I killed our drinks and welcomed them, catching up with everybody.  As people sat down I scooched in and ended up seated right next to Hana in the booth.  It was 3 girls and 1 other guy.  We ordered and soon everybody got lost in the group conversations.  It was great to see them again, and in hindsight was one of the last few hangouts I got to have with other people before the world shut down.  

As I was eating, grilling the bbq and taking a shot or two with everyone, I could tell the alcohol was loosening lips as the girls spilled tea about their relationships, love lives, families, etc.  Two of the women were married and had kids, the third named Cindy was in a situationship, and the guy Sung had a committed gay partner.  As one of them threw around the idea about setting me up with their single friends, they complimented my own glow up.  This is when Hana chimed in, “Seriously!  Oppa, just take them to the beach so they can see your abs.”  With that said she reached down and ran her hand across my stomach to feel them, ending by giving my bicep a squeeze. “Oppa” is a term in Korean that literally means “older brother” to a woman; while of course the word’s used to describe actual family, it can also be used more intimately by women as an affectionate pet name for a guy they’re dating or attracted to, similar to how Daddy is used in English, or Papi in Spanish.  Cindy teased Hana with a playful slap on the shoulder, “Girrrll, what are you doing?  What would your man say?”  

Hana rolled her eyes, “God, don’t even remind me, he was already giving me shit about my dress and meeting up with you guys for dinner.”  Our girl was ready to let loose.  “Of course meanwhile, he gets shitfaced with his coworkers and buddies like every week.  Then misses our scheduled weekend video calls because he’s hungover, or out goddamn golfing!  And when I was back home, he could only get it up like half the time!”  She raised her glass and said, “To another 6 month dry spell!” and downed her shot.  This drew oohs and laughs from all of us.  

We finished dinner and the members of the group with kids said their goodbyes as they went home, leaving four of us. Since the Karaoke place was close by we decided to walk over there. Cindy - the friend in the situationship - was a regular, so she led the way with Sung, the other guy.  Hana and I followed a few steps behind.  It was windy that night with a cold end-of-winter breeze, so Hana borrowed my jacket - still, she clung to my arm for added warmth and to steady herself as we walked on uneven sidewalks overgrown with tree roots.  

I could swear she was intentionally holding onto my upper arm in a way so her bosom kept brushing against me.  At one point Hana shrieked as she stumbled and almost fell into a hedge; I grabbed her to stop the fall, with my hand landing on her ass to support her.  I was buzzed by now so I gave it a light, playful smack as she steadied herself.  It was great seeing it jiggle a little.  Hana looked a bit shocked but then laughed and winked at me.  I think that was the moment I finally decided:  I was going to fuck her.

While I wouldn’t condone cheating when sober (consenting lifestyles aside), if her boyfriend wasn’t going to properly appreciate her and make an effort - especially in bed - then I was going to give her what she needed and deserved. I wasn’t shitfaced, but admittedly the alcohol had taken over my big head and was directing all of my energy towards the lower one.  Cindy and Sung gave each other a knowing look as they saw what was kinda happening between Hana and I.  The rest of the way they definitely gave us more space and distance as we walked.  At some point Hana rested her head on my shoulder before we got to the place.

The Karaoke lounge had a bar and dance area, with some private rooms down the hallway. Because Cindy was a frequent patron with her coworkers, and since we actually all sang pretty well, we got ourselves a good room.  The staff kept adding on more free time, and gave us extra service with complimentary snacks and drinks.  I blame the free drinks as the reason for what happened next.  Sung had departed, leaving just Cindy, Hana and myself.  After Hana and I finished a K-Pop song and sat down, at some point Cindy started dishing about some of the different things she was trying with her current fwb.  Hana got excited and wanted to hear more.  

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As she was speaking with Cindy, I placed my hand on Hana’s leg and left it there under the table.  It felt very warm, electric.  She didn’t swat me away.  Instead Hana didn’t miss a beat and continued talking to Cindy as normal. Moments later she shifted and uncrossed her legs, placing my jacket over her waist.  The room we were in was dimly lit, and Cindy couldn’t see what I was doing unless she stood up and peeked over across the table.  Once Hana was covered she positioned herself facing  me, giving me better access.  I made little circles with my fingers, and gave a slow, soft massage as I worked my way up her leg to the inside of her thigh.  The heat on my hand intensified.  I could sense her breathing pick up.  I gently but firmly pulled her legs a bit further apart, and reached in between them to feel soft satin panties that were quickly dampening to the touch.  I began running my fingers and tracing the outline of her clit and lips over the material.  Her chest began heaving more than normal as she was getting worked up.  

During the conversation Cindy must’ve noticed the quiver in Hana’s voice, because she raised her eyebrows at Hana, then smirked at me before excusing herself to go to the restroom.  She stood up, and now could probably see that my left hand was underneath the jacket, but I was getting too horny and didn’t care.  “There’s usually a line, and I’m gonna have a smoke.  I’ll be back in about 15-20 minutes…You two can keep going,” Cindy said, in a teasing way that on the surface was telling us to sing more songs from our playlist, but really hinted that she knew what Hana and I were doing.

As soon as Cindy had left the room, Hana turned to look straight at me and removed the jacket.  I tilted her chin up with my free hand and went in for a kiss.  After our mouths separated we stopped and looked at each other for a moment before continuing.  What resistance she may have had earlier was gone now - guilt could wait till the morning.  Hana kissed me back hard, as our tongues encircled each other. I began planting kisses down her neck.  She moaned as I whispered into her ear in our mother tongue, “Whatever you want from me tonight, it’s yours.”  Hana briefly worried, “But what if Cindy comes back early, she’ll see us!”  My mind was too far gone, so I said, “I don’t care, let her watch.”  This seemed to turn Hana on even more as I continued to touch her.  I slowly but firmly rested my free hand on the base of her neck above her chest to hold her still; I could feel her heart pounding with excitement as my own did.

As I did this my other hand nudged her panties aside.  As I thumbed her clit, I ran my middle and ring fingers up and down her labia before gently inserting them into her now soaked pussy, while I continued rubbing the sides with my index and pinkie.  She was so aroused that I swear the room felt more humid.  As I explored deeper, Hana gasped and moaned louder, which thankfully the people singing in other rooms muffled the sounds of her pleasure.  Her hand started feeling my growing cock over my pants.  I was getting so hard the head began to rub against my underwear and hurt.  As she did this I scooped my fingers that were inside her and began feeling for the ridges of her g-spot.  Her pussy felt so wet.  She rolled her eyes back and closed them as I managed to find hers and started picking up the pace, towards the end just finger blasting her right then and there, with no concept of time or care of when our friend would be coming back from the bathroom.  Hana’s breathing got shallow as I continued.

I kept up a good steady rhythm; all that guitar playing was paying off!  Pretty soon Hana grabbed onto my shoulder.  She took my jacket that was next to her and buried her mouth into it, trying to scream but stay as silent as possible as her legs shook and she had her first orgasm for the night.  She leaned back into her seat to rest.  I slowed down before coming to a stop.  My hand was so sticky, and felt absolutely covered in her juices.  I removed my hand to spread her lips; doing so made her give a last shudder as I took a peek at the lovely now-gaping pussy that was ready and waiting for more.  But not here - we needed more privacy.

Hana took a few more moments to catch her breath before regaining her senses.  “OH MY GOD, that was...that was so fucking hot.  I’ve-I’ve never done anything like that before, in public!  I’m not usually like this, I promise.  It’s just-”  It was obvious that she was worried I would suddenly lose respect for her as a friend, and think she was a wild, easy slut for loving what we just did, when actually that couldn’t be further from the truth:  I respected her even more now, as this was exactly how I wanted her to be with me for the rest of the night.  No part of her body hidden, and no desires held back.  My wish was for Hana to be completely cock crazy, needing to get fucked wet and hard.  I got turned on by the thought that she'd soon be in a lecture hall teaching college students, but sometime tonight she would be on her knees swallowing me, before getting dicked down properly.  I couldn't wait to get out of there.

So I tried to put her mind at ease by putting a sticky finger to my lips to shush her concerns, the very same one that had been playing with her pussy just moments earlier.  As I did so, I looked at her while I licked my finger with my tongue, getting a taste for her.  I then put it on her own lips, inserting it into her mouth so she could taste herself.  She moaned a little and sucked on my finger, getting all the way down to the knuckle. I told her, “You don't need to hide what you want Hana, not with me.” Hana just closed her eyes and nodded.  She asked in a soft but clearly aroused voice, “What did you want to do?...” I smiled and just told her point blank, “I’m going to take you home and get you out of that dress.  We need a shower first.” Her eyes lit up but she looked a little uncertain. I could tell she must've had post-O clarity after her climax, about what she and I just did. Probably thought of her boyfriend.  I tried to reassure her, “You’re in LA for the first time, away from home, school…him.  Nobody will have to know besides us.  Except maybe Cindy.” Hana laughed and seemed to think over what I just said.  A second or two later I guess she made up her mind and decided we had already gone this far, so why not enjoy herself fully?  She nodded in agreement - this was happening.  

Hana then grabbed some makeup remover wipes from her purse and cleaned herself of the mess we had made, before handing me one to use on my hands.  As I disposed of the wipes into the waste bin, I turned back around to see Hana reaching down to inspect herself down there.  She took some big gulps of water, sighed and looked at me in contentment.  As she got up, Hana gave me a kiss before saying she was going to the restroom.  Because of my raging erection I stayed seated.  

Some minutes later the door opens and Cindy and Hana both walk in.  I figured Hana told Cindy what just happened because they both giggled a bit upon seeing me.  Cindy confirmed it when she joked, “Why the fuck does it smell like booze and sex in here?  What did you do you fucking pervert!”  I knew Hana and I were going to hookup that night, so I was cocky and retorted, “I gave Hana a sneak preview of what’s to come back at my place.” 

They laughed and cringed, but I guess it got Cindy in a certain mood because soon she was DMing her fwb and we closed out our bill to leave.  I made sure to leave a good tip in case we missed anything during our cleanup.

The three of us waited outside together for our Ubers.  When hers arrived, Cindy made a final remark while hugging us, “Make sure you take GOOD care of her!  Hana, we’ll talk soon haha.”  

And with that it was just Hana and I.  She broke the silence first, “My hotel’s in Santa Monica…I didn’t bring anything.  I mean, I didn’t know we’d be doing…this.”  

“It’s okay, you can just borrow some of my stuff” I said.  It had always been a turn-on for me to see a woman wearing my clothes the morning after.  “You may just have to go commando though.”  Hana didn’t understand.  “Commando?  What does that mean?”

I replied, “It means going pantyless.  Not wearing any underwear underneath.”  Her response was to say, “...What do you think I’m doing now?”  She opened her purse slightly to show me a crumpled and very stained pair of thong panties shoved into the small ziplock bag that formerly contained her pack of makeup remover wipes.  I swear I got so hard again right then and there.

As the headlights of our Uber got brighter as the car turned onto the block, I reached down under Hana’s dress to grab a handful of ass, and felt nothing but skin to confirm it.  It was past midnight now, but the fun was just beginning for us.  

And by God was I in for a show I never expected…

If you made it this far, thank you for reading!  Pt. 2 soon to follow if people enjoyed this one.