Korea Opportunity

I won't name the club, but if you know San Francisco, you've probably seen it, though I think it's closed now. I hadn't been there before, but I was in town with an evening to kill. The woman and I saw each other as soon as I walked in. "I like your hair," she crooned, walking behind me and stroking my ponytail as I was paying the cover.

"I like yours," I replied, smiling back at her. One of the many things I've always found attractive about Asian women is their silky black hair, especially when worn long. She was wearing a green dress that hinted at a petite but perfect body, and her face was lovely. Her almond-shaped eyes lit up, and she reached for my hand. "You like me?" she asked. "You really like me?"

"Very much."

"My name's Kim. I'm from Korea. Like kim chi; you like kim chi?"

"I prefer sashimi."

She grinned at that, then shrugged off a shoulder strap to flash one of her small but beautiful breasts. Her nipple was already hard. "You want me to dance for you?"

"Sure."

"Hug me." I did, and she squrimed against me deliciously while the clerk stamped my free hand. Then she led me hurriedly along a corridor. "I have a room, " she said. "You come to my room?"

'Room' was an exaggeration; it was a booth without a door, one of several around a stage where an attractive brunette was lap-dancing with a white-haired man. Kim led me into her booth. "Forty dollars," she said. "I dance for you, you can touch me, suck my breasts - you like my breasts?" she asked, as she peeled off her dress and stood before me, naked but for her pumps.

"I love your breasts," I said. The booth was only dimly lit, so I couldn't see them as well as I would have liked, but that ceased to matter an instant later when one of them was filling my hand and the other in my mouth. They were small, but wonderfully round and firm and silky-smooth, her nipples dark hard pearls. While I kissed and caressed them, Kim was busy undoing my clothing as well, expertly massaging my balls. When my shirt was on the bench and my jeans halfway down my thighs, she turned around to show me her gorgeous ass, which she slapped gently. It was as firm and as perfectly shaped as her breasts. "You like?"

"Very much," I said, continuing to fondle one breast while I reached down to caress her ass. My hand travelled down between her thighs to rub her moist cunt, then up between those lovely cheeks to tease her asshole. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Dan."

"Dan? Where are you from?"

"Canada," I said. My hands explored her terrific tiny body while she kissed my neck and stroked my hard cock.

"You here on vacation?"

"Business."

"You don't look like a businessman," she said. "More like a traveler."

"I'm a writer."

"Wrrrrriter," she repeated, making an obvious effort to pronounce the 'r' sound, and laughed. She turned around again to look at my face. "What do you like? What can I do for you?"

This wasn't the sort of sex I was used to. Even when the attraction is instantaneous and seduction unnecessary, I enjoy flirtation and foreplay, and like to make them last; small as Kim's body was, I would have loved to have spent another hour exploring and worshipping it with my mouth and hands... but despite the lack of privacy, she had me so turned on that waiting would have been difficult if not painful. I was still teasing her asshole with one finger; I applied a little more pressure, and asked, "How about this?"

"You like that?" She pushed back against me, rubbing her beautiful buttocks against my hard cock. "A hundred dollars."

"Okay." Somehow I managed to get my wallet out of my jeans; she made the money disappear and produced a lubricated condom from out of the shadows, the neatest conjuring trick I'd ever seen. She pushed me into a sitting position on the bench, rolled the condom over my erection while caressing my balls and kissing my cheek, and then spun around, sat on my lap, and guided my cock into herself. She was tight, and hot, and I was astonished when I reached around her to stroke her thighs and discovered that I was firmly wedged in her cunt, not her ass. She laughed. "Later," she promised, her muscles expertly squeezing my cock. "Okay?"

"Wonderful," I moaned, as she squirmed against me - slowly, at first, then faster until I was on the verge of exploding - and then she clamped down for several seconds, making me cum without ejaculating. My senses were still reeling when she relaxed, raised herself up off my lap, and then grabbed my cock and guided it into her asshole.

I felt the tip of my cock press slowly against her sphincter, then the wonderful sensation of the glans popping through into her anus. She gasped, then giggled again, and eased herself back into my lap, my shaft sliding easily into her depths. I'd thought her cunt was hot and tight, but this was the most intense feeling I could remember, and I wanted it to last forever... until she started her special brand of lap-dancing again, taking control of the movement, and the feeling of pleasure became stronger and stronger, building towards a peak that I couldn't have postponed if I'd wanted to. The orgasm, when it hit me, was like an earthquake and a lightning bolt and a tsunami all in one. When I could see and focus again, Kim was still sitting in my lap, looking over her shoulder at my face. "You like?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I like you." She peeled herself away from me somehow - I could have sworn we were fused together forever, but obviously we weren't - then handed me a tissue, kissed me on the cheek, and disappeared into the darkness.

I staggered out of the booth a few minutes later and into the auditorium, where I watched a few strippers until I was sure I was co-ordinated enough to walk back to my hotel. Kim was waiting by the ticket booth as I left. "Hi!" she said. "Coming back tomorrow?"