After the famous show "Touch Five" in Seoul, I couldn't get enough and decided to get a picture with the hottie who did a lap dance on me during the performance. Waiting in line to get the picture with my favorite actor "K", blue light filling the space, impatience is getting me as I step onto the podium and tell the assistant who I would like to shoot with.
As I approach the group of guys, I see him recognizing and smiling at me so sweetly. I really love his expressions: so gentle yet hot and pervy on stage. He quickly steps out and sits down on the round velvet sofa in front of me, spreading his legs widely for me sit comfortably between them, staring at me intently. Pretty impatient as well, I thought, before installing myself, my hands on his muscled legs, his big strong arms circling and pulling me closer to him. His frame is just right for me to lean on as I smile happily for the photo.
After some shots, I feel him shift a bit to the side, so that he can watch me in the eyes, a playful smile on his lips. His handsome face is a real treat to the eyes and I cannot break eye contact: his cute brown eyes look at me so intently that my heart starts to race. I can't stop grinning at him because I feel so lucky to create such a nice memory with him. I get lost in his chocolate eyes and feel a real tension growing between us. No one wants to let go of the challenge, so I pinch my lips, giving him a knowing stare.
Even though he controls his facial expression perfectly, he lightly smirks at me. A second later, I feel him leaning closer to my face, our noses touching and his eyes never leaving mine. I feel his hand on my cheek, cupping it so gently and his breath on my skin. He is so close yet not enough to my taste. I wish his lips would go on mine, just as his buddies shout "Kiss her! Kiss her!" just behind us.
I can't stop smiling like an idiot, as if I was living the best day of my life, and waiting to see if he will do it or not. As I close my eyes for a moment to enjoy this intense feeling, I bite my lower lip in attempt to control my lust to jump on him right away. My left hand that is still on his leg squeezes his muscles a little tighter, making him flinch a little bit. I guess his fans are a bit shy and that he's not used to it, which pleases me. I like a little boldness.
I hear him chuckle and pull me upright by my waist, looking at the camera again. I regain some lost brain cells and copy the heart he made with his hands, as if nothing happened, playing so smug. I hear his guys gossiping just behind us, so I guess I'll give him a small emotional roller coaster as well.
As he unwraps his arms and looks at me again, smiling victoriously and waiting for me to stand up, I put my right hand on his shoulder and spin around to face him. I see his attentive eyes widening a bit as I put my second hand on his other shoulder and move my legs around him, straddling him shamelessly. I briefly look at his friends behind him that look so surprised as they make cheering noises and whistles before staring right back at K. I sit myself carefully on his crotch, making sure to leave no space between us, before whispering in his ear "Put your arms around me hottie".
He doesn't hesitate, as if hypnotized by my move, our eyes connected and unable to part again. His naked chest pressed against mine, I keep one arm around his neck as I caress the back of his head with gentle strokes, leaning towards his face while inclining my head. I stop as my nose touches his, lightly rubbing against each other playfully. The whistles in the hall are just background distraction as I feel his heartbeat increase and his temperature rise. He cannot be smug at this very moment and I feel powerful. I guess I feel him getting harder as I wiggle myself a little on him, the pose being very intimate.
As my right hand travels from his head to his chest, I lightly tap the tips of my fingers on his muscular build, pushing him backwards while retaining his head, until he lies down below me. On all fours, I smile secretly at him, discretely checking if the sofa will support what I'm about to do.
Ready for the move, I prep one leg for support and throw the other back in the air, before sliding my body down on him, making a wave with my body twice, just as another dancer did on stage. My arms support my upper body, making my head stop just inches from his lips. The guys are cheering so much that it makes me chuckle a bit. K is astonished but pleased, as I can see his expression changing from surprise to playfulness. But I am not yet done.
I sit again on his lap and smile at him and his friends. I take both of his hands and place them as follow: one on my thigh and the other in the middle of my chest. His hands are hot, compared to their freshness just seconds before. With this I lean slightly back and give him my dirtiest look, sliding his hand down between my breasts down to my stomach, closing my eyes as I throw my head back and wiggle my hips on his crotch, the music beating loud in the concert hall.
As I look back at him, I can see a small blush on his cheeks, which means that I succeeded, and I smile. I let his hand on the lower part of my stomach and draw an infinite 8 on his hand, showing that I am waiting for a reaction.
He sits up almost instantly and holds me super close to him, whispering in my ear:
"Wait for me at the exit..." We exchange one last intense glance as I nod and leave the podium, winking at the whole excited group of boys.
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After a quick stop to the bathroom to freshen up and laugh hysterically with my best friend, we get ready to go outside and wait for our hotties. Many girls were already outside taking pictures with the other actors, so we decided to do the same while waiting. Few minutes later, K finally arrived, all nicely dressed up and his hair well fixed. I looked at him from afar, waiting for him to greet his fans and offer them some selfies, still exchanging some alluring glances with him.
I was leaning against the wall as he approached me, a small smile at the corner of his lips. I straightened when he was in front of me: standing tall and proud, a hand in his pocket. He looked at me intently from above, gauging my calm yet happy expression. I couldn't get as shy as I became when he held his face so close to mine during the photo, I was too proud to live it twice.
"Hi again handsome" I started, taking a step closer to him. He put his sport bag on the floor and closed the gap, coming close to almost touch, just to create even more tension.
"Hi beautiful, thank you for waiting..." he murmured, tracing my face with one of his long fingers. My eyes fluttered at the endearing contact and I blinked at him a few times.
"A minute longer and I would have been gone..." I smiled jokingly.
"Then I must be pretty lucky, maybe enough for you to accept a drink?" he proposed, while putting some flying hair behind my ear.
"Hmm..." I fake pondering. "You think it'll be more fun than if I go for one with my hottie of a friend?" I provoke while glancing at my bestie. He pinches his lips while thinking of something to answer.
"I guess you can only know if you try me, but I'm sure I won't disappoint." he says with a very tempting smile. I return his smile, quickly glance at my friend that is already on her way with our shopping bags, waving back at me. I'm definitely gonna spoil her later~
"I think I'll give it a try then..." I answer, brushing my arm against him softly and following him to his car.
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The drive is smooth and mainly about getting to know each other and chit chat, spiced with some dirty jokes of course. As we arrive in Gangnam, he enters the parking lot of a very nice modern building and guides me to the elevator, which leads to the 24th floor. We stare at each other silently, but our gazes speak louder than words, so much that a kiss is consciously prevented as the doors open to a dimly lit Victorian interior. I smile too obviously at him as I step out first, turning back on my heels to see him coming with a dark stare full of playfulness. He puts a hand behind my back and leads me inside. He exchanges some words in Korean with the waiter, which leads us to a private room upstairs, with the best city view possible. As I watch mesmerized through the big glass window, I feel him just behind me, leaving a tiny gap between us, just enough for me to feel his warmth on my skin. His head lowers on my right shoulder and he whispers in my ear:
"How do you find the view? I know it's not as beautiful as you but I hope you enjoy it."
I smile at the compliment and turn my face towards his.
"It's a very nice view... But I think I would enjoy it even more if I could see the best monument of Korea in the picture at the same time..."
I take his hand and place him against the window, caressing his torso and enjoying its hardness. Alternately looking at him and outside, I say: "Now the view is perfect."
As he understands the joke, he chuckles and puts his hands around my hips, pressing me to him. I enjoy this short embrace, as the waiter arrives with two glasses filled with different cocktails, puts them on the table and politely leaves.
I look at him curiously, because we didn't order anything. He just smiles, caresses the small of my back and leads us to a dark green velvet sofa, where we sit next to each other to enjoy the view together. The floor is made of dark wood and the walls are decorated with wood and tapestry full of dark greenery and natural symbols. The contrast with the modern metropolis is strong but very beautiful to experience.
He swiftly takes his short glass, filled with a dark liquor and hands me mine, a martini glass filled with a pale and shiny drink, with one flower floating in the middle. We toast to our encounter and take the first sip, looking into each other's eyes. I'm amazed by the taste, slightly sweet but with interesting spices, just the way I like. He smiles knowingly and puts his glass back on the table. We start a deeper conversation, trying to discover more about each other. I'm very curious about his background, just as he is about mine.
Our fingers get slowly touchy over the minutes, caressing faintly innocently over one's hand, arm or leg. I see K bite his lower lip as my nails lightly scratch the inner side of his thigh, making him tense his muscles. I retract sneakily and lean on the other side of the sofa, while taking another sip of my drink, squinting my eyes mischievously. He comes back and glues himself to me, putting my glass back on the table. His strong hand grazes from my knee to the middle of my leg, where he draws some lazy circles, capturing my clear eyes with his infinite dark ones. Just as on stage, my breath is caught away as I feel myself leaning in on instinct. I stop midway to not seem too needy, even if my expression must be more than evident. He stays calm, blinks once and approaches himself a bit closer. Our lips are inches apart, our hearts beating loud in our ears as I finally close my eyes from the overwhelming tension.
As I inhale and look at him again, patiently, he finally cups my cheek and presses his lips on mine. I can't mistake a trembling for the first second we connect, proving we were both nervous about this encounter. I feel relieved and enjoy the softness of the kiss, which lasts for a while before we glance shyly at each other again. The pause doesn't last 10 seconds as he is back at me, embracing me impossibly close as my mind spins around the room. I put one arm around his shoulders and caress his abs with my other one, the fabric of his shirt so soft to the touch. As I manage to take a breath, he uses his chance to caress my tongue with his, warm liquor filling my senses. He only teases the entrance, until I twirl my tongue around his in response, giving him a bit of a sweet taste to enjoy himself. He hums in appreciation and stokes my sides, groping here and there on my feminine curves.
After some long minutes, we catch our breathes again and I delicately place him back sitting on the sofa. He looks confused until I sit myself straddling him, both of my hands on his handsome face. One goes to the back of his head and I start scraping his scalp with my nails, slow and precise strokes that make him sight in appreciation, looking at me with hooded eyes. I smile lovingly at him and kiss him again, capturing his lower lip and suckling on it gently, passing my tongue on it from time to time.
He grabs my waist and presses his crotch between my legs, making me squirm as I feel his hardened member through his jeans. I grind myself slowly on him until he grabs the back of my neck to deepen the kiss again, squeezing my ass at the occasion. I start feeling myself getting wetter, especially when he starts kissing my neck, rolling his hips up against me. I can't retain a moan as he finds my sweet spot just above my shoulder, my legs shaking a bit and my chest pressing against him needily. He chuckles darkly as he continues his assault on my neck, nipping and licking only to make me shiver even more. His grip on me is so strong, compared to the delicacy he showed on stage and during the photoshoot. A wild instinct makes me scratch his back and follow the pace of his hips, our bodies grinding against each other, eager for any additional friction they could provide.
At this moment, we couldn't control our moans and gasps as we enjoy our dry humping so much. He suddenly lifts me by my ass and presses me against a wall, still carrying me. He makes some waves with his body against mine before rolling his hips in circular motions this time. He checks the wetness that soaked through my panties and was now slightly visible on my trousers. He seems to like the sight of it as he skillfully keeps me up with one arm, the other cupping my front, two of his fingers lingering on the steamed spot and massaging delicately again my clothed clit. I squirm and mewl at the contact, looking at him with my sultriest gaze. He stops for a second and holds my gaze, before pressing the two fingers upwards, teasing my clit. I throw my head back as I feel myself pulse down there with every new pressure of his hand.
I feel him putting me down to the ground and leaning against me and the wall, a strong arm next to my face and the other hand on his belt. He leaves me no escape to his burning gaze, breathing deeply against my face with demanding eyes. I can't help but bite on my lower lip, savouring his impatient state. I hold his strong leaning biceps and cup him through his pants, feeling how much he desires me right now. I can feel my own eyes dilating as I feel his thickness, he's way above average. So the MC wasn't lying...
He grunts at the contact and holds my chin so that I look him in the eyes. He stays calm but I know he is restraining himself to not jump me right here right there, danger clear in his gaze. I murmur to him:
"Not here... I want us to enjoy ourselves to the fullest, and I want to be perfect for you."
"You are already perfect." He declares.
"So arousing that I don't want to control myself..." He presses against my hand harder to prove himself. "Do you feel that? That's how horny you make me feel."
"And you also felt how wet you make me right?" I ask while pressing my lower body to him.
"I want to give you the best of me, not in these shabby traveling clothes. I want you to feel respected and completely under my spell..." I tease him.
"Give me a time and an address and I'll be there tomorrow." I tell him while licking my lips, holding his gaze to show him how serious I am. I see him pondering about what I just said so I decide to add:
"Plus... I look even better with a dress on..." I tease.
I look up to him to see if I convinced him enough, and I get a slow and deep kiss in response. His grip on my jaw gentle yet firm, holding me right where he wants. I let him devour my lips as much as he wants, sucking and biting on my lower one, while I caress his upper body, holding him closer to me.
Once we calmed down a bit, we went back to the sofa, where he gave me a hotel name and a time for the next evening.
"We'll meet at the lobby, don't be late." He says with determination and hope in his eyes.
I kiss him tenderly again before murmuring.
"I promise."