More Than a Kiss Booth - Sex Stories

More Than a Kiss Booth

... I couldn’t be the one to break it. I leaned back and sipped heavily on my drink while we returned to a casual talk—where are you going to school, what are you studying, blah blah, where do you teach, why did you decide to come to Korea, blah blah. She seemed to be cracking, having entered the booth with so much expectation for me to be another guy who would look at her like a piece of meat and drool over her. Simply by being a normal dude, I was standing out remarkably from her usual work experience. When she asked me what I was drinking, then left for a moment and returned with two drinks for us, I knew I was in. I could at least get this girl’s number. Hell, if she never answered my call, I wouldn’t care; I had to try for real hookup, and I would have no regrets. When she put her hand on my leg again, I was more receptive to her, and from there we fell into some insane flirting. She couldn’t resist me! “Don’t you want to kiss me?” she finally asked. “Wow,” I said. “Hell yeah.” “Okay.” She smiled in relief. A minute later, I said, “This is the best conversation booth I’ve ever visited!” “Stop!” She laughed. “That’s not what this is. Conversation booths aren’t even real.” “Of course they are,” I said. “Look, I’ll prove it to you.” I took out my phone and showed her some stupid picture of me tutoring another Korean girl, with a bunch of books lying flat on a table. “That’s a convo booth in Gangnam. I pay good money to go there.” She laughed even harder. It didn’t matter what I ...

... was saying; I was just working the push-pull tactics. And they were working. A minute later, she kissed me again, and I pulled her into me, played with her hair and grasped her waist a bit. The silky fabric of her dress, clung tightly to the softness of her skin—the perfume radiating from her neck—I was secretly horny as hell. She breathed deeply as I stuck my tongue in her mouth, then broke away. “Don’t you want to know everything that you can do in this room?” “Yeah,” I said. She showed me a naughty smile, then retrieved her drink from the table, leaned near me again, and took a big swig from the cup so quickly that she spilled a large amount of it on my pants. “Oh no!” she yelped. Obviously the whole act was done on purpose. “I’m so sorry. Hold on.” She ripped a handful of tissues out of the box and started wiping my pants. The tissues soaked up a decent amount of the drink but quickly became useless, other than to be the reason for her to have her hands on me, where she slowly turned the patting motion into rubbing. A sensational rubbing that spread over my waist, and up and down my thighs, then back to where it mattered the most, where she began to grasp my throbbing cock through my pants. All the while, she gave me the hottest look possible, with her mouth hanging open, a daring innocence displayed perfectly in her eyes. Don’t you want to fuck me? Her eyes seemed to whisper directly to me. And mine probably said to her, Whoa, what’s about to happen here? She licked her ...