My Favorite Bang - Sex Stories

My Favorite Bang

... exchange alone made my dick bulge. Her boyfriend didn’t even live in the city, and learning that eliminated any slim doubts I had about whether we could hook up. After a bit more chatting, we planned to meet in a big coffee shop near the PC bang. She didn’t wear her usual outfit consisting of skinny jeans and a tight shirt. For the first time, I saw her wearing a loose skirt and a flowery button-up. We didn’t get much done in the way of her learning English. Neither of us cared about doing a lesson, as it was just the reason to meet, and now we had to pretend this was dreadful for a while before we decided to leave and get food. “Ugh—so hard,” she said many times. I didn’t miss the opportunity to entertain myself. “Yes, so hard,” I would say. “Me too. It’s so hard for me too.” She didn’t get the joke, at all. Ten minutes after we hit up a burger joint and ate mostly in silence, we were strolling into my one-room apartment, because I had told her, “Let’s play a game,” and she responded with delight. I kept reminding myself not to have expectations. We were just getting to know each other, and the only expectation I had was for us to be sitting awkwardly at a table, tied to our phones in attempts to translate each other’s words. But we found a couple of ways to interact quite naturally without requiring words. The first was through music. When she saw my laptop on the table with a couple of decently sized speakers plugged into it, she got excited and began playing her ...

... favorite songs off the internet for me to hear. They were Korean pop songs, with bright, ear candy flavor to them. She half-danced to the tunes while sitting across the table from me, and I watched, in awe of her spontaneous and cheery demeanor. “Do you like?” she asked, halfway through each song. “Yeah. Fun.” I picked out a couple of smooth, sensual electronica tunes for her to groove with. We were using music to tell each other our moods, then acted them out through dance. She pulled me up from my chair and encouraged me to sway with her in the small open space between my bed and the table. Normally I would think that two people dancing in a tiny apartment room like this was awkward and forced, but for us it happened naturally. Without the ability to have conversation, we had to skip all those first and second date routines of asking boring questions to each other, and we got right down to what matters when two people consider each other for romantic interests, saying through the way we touched each other on the arms and locked eyes and smiled: I find you attractive, a delight to be with, and I want more of you, more and more. I felt the smoothness of her skin, smelled the fragrance emanating off her hair. We played a slow ballad, and she pressed her crotch against my leg while embracing my back firmly. I knew it then, she wanted to fuck me. She wanted to see how big my cock was. And she was going to find out by the end of the night. When we wore out our desire to dance, we fell ...