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cougar to run wild in the city.

"Three rooms?" The hotel receptionist asked. "Passports please?"

Woah, I forgot about this. Each room needed an identity. H suggested that I get a hotel room for my play because he wanted me close to the family and not wander in the city alone. We were new and if I was gonna play, I should call the shots.

The playroom. Yes, I'd leveled up. A separate bag packed with lingerie, toys, cuffs, gels and oils. Extra Victoria S panties ready to be soiled for the lucky few.

I gave my mom's passport for the third room even though she was sleeping with the kids.

"Please have the room in a different floor," I told the receptionist.

"You don't want your mother with you?" He looked confused.

I shook my head hard. "No. No. Further the better." Thoughts bursting through my mind of naked bodies wrapping over each other, sounds of ecstasy and slapping of flesh against flesh.

A blush crept up my face.

This was my first — booking a hotel room for sex. Aside from the adulteress cherry-picking, I'd not met anyone after. I was beyond nervous.

"Aren't you late? Hurry, get ready," H said after we'd checked into our room. It was bigger than most, higher-end furnished, and more expensive than the others. H didn't want to be in Seoul, saying he'd be staying in most of the time.

South Korea was my playground. He was waiting for his in Japan.

I wore a red lingerie. Half-laced cups hugging my breasts and a silky skirt that hung flirty above my knees.

"Where do we meet?" YS messaged.

"At the lobby elevator?" I said.

"Okay."

The elevator door opened and I stepped out. Looked around and hid behind the pillars close by as the music from the hotel bar played some smooth jazz.

"I'm almost here," he said. He was taking a taxi.

I glanced at the large front sliding doors flanked by some animal sculptures. My heart hammering in my chest. I tried to remember how he looked like, reminding me of the days of blind dates from long ago before I met H. A brief six months or so after I broke off with my high school boyfriend and was just about to start college in the US, so far from home.

YS appeared in a white coat. Taller and broader-shouldered than what I envisioned and a lot cuter than the vid calls we had.

"Hey," he said. His English had a touch of accent. He resorted to Korean because he felt most comfortable speaking.

"Wanna get a beer?" he asked and I nodded, and followed him out of the hotel to a convenience store a few steps across the street.

It was my first Korean convenience store. A corner shop, tight with health stuff, shavers, soap, personal nick-nacks, snacks, drinks, ramyeon and microwavable foods.

He got two cans of Kloud beer for himself and I and we walked casually back to my hotel and up to my room.

"This is my first time doing this," I mumbled.

YS nodded. "I don't come to hotels."

"How do you meet girls?" I asked him. He was a casual playa. Not the rude, arrogant type but with his looks, he could get anyone he wanted, except in his dating profile he liked matured women. MILFs was his all-time fav, and curves got him high. When he matched me, he was beyond excited. DM-ing me every day for new pics and vids and sharing his sex tapes.

"Go to their place? Or they come to mine," he said. "I live close to here. About ten minutes by bus." He gestured out the hotel window.

"Oh..." I said. Actually I knew that. In fact it was one of the reasons I picked that hotel because it was close.

We small-talked as we drank. Then, he chugged the rest of his can and dropped his phone. I backed away and dropped onto the bed.

He fell onto me. Lips crushed against mine and kissed me hard.

Hands landed straight for my breasts, massaging them expertly. "I wanted to do this for a long time," he said. "Finally."

And he was right. Finally.

We kissed like rabid rabbits. Stripping our clothes in a flash. He stopped and admired my red lingerie before pulling down the top to reveal my succulent globes of flesh. Taking each in his mouth, he sucked hard as his hand dropped expertly between my legs.

YS was cute and his body was skin tight with smooth abs, broad-shouldered and melting hot. His radio voice was smooth and low as he moaned. Each of his thrusts was deep and he drilled into my pussy core.

We doggy and he flipped me over and missioned. Pulling a pillow under my waist, trapping my hips against his.

He cummed and we rested as he watched me play with my dildo and splashed all over him. We washed up and he said he had to go but he stayed. We had another round of sex and then hugged and chatted. He washed and as I was about to go next to clean up, he dragged me back in bed and maniacally thrusted in me again.

"I have to go. Have to work early tomorrow," he panted. It was past two a.m.

Blushing with orgasm, I stared straight into his beautiful Asian eyes. Almond-shaped and coffee brown. His handsome face was also flushed.

"Can we meet again?" I asked.

He checked his phone. "Maybe."

I nodded. I wasn't planning for second rounds. My time was scarce and I had six planned. If I met him again, I'd have to make some changes.

He kissed me hard. His tongue wrapping around mine. Hot breaths in my ear as he sucked and licked me down my throat, to my breast and latched onto my nipple.

He sighed. "I have to go."

"You can film the next time," I said.

He nodded and smiled. Perv to perv. I knew how to get him.

My mind whirling as fumes of lust meandered my thoughts. Not bad Dizzyland. Kdrama no lie. Hot Asian guys do exist.

My first mouse.

First day. First night. First sex.

Let the marathon begin.

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