The Glory Hole [accidental inc][F/d]

*Another quick one. :)*

—–

“*What* kind of place is this?”
“It’s a….well, a kind of ‘specialist’ club. Anyone can go, but there’s some rules. Before they’ll let you in the door they’ll want to see test results from that day, or last few days, showing negative results for a full list of STDs. Once they have that, you pay the fee, match with a partner, and have a good time.”
“How busy is it?”
“Busy enough that there’s rarely an empty room.”
“Well, maybe I’ll give it a try, then. In a few days.”

—–

Later that week Seok told his wife and daughter Hyun that he was leaving for a night with friends, which wasn’t even a lie. After all, he was certain anyone he met at this club tonight would be his friend. His family paid no attention when he left; he was often out with his work colleagues at least once a week.
Nervous, he drove past the building twice before he steeled his nerves and parked a discreet distance away. He arrived at the nondescript door and was admitted by a bored-looking, gum-chewing middle-aged woman. *She’s like something out of a bad comedy. All she needs is her hair in curlers*, he thought to himself as he handed her his test results and the 500,000 *won* admission fee. She counted it quickly, then tossed a sheet of paper on the table in front of him. Bemused, he ran his eyes down the list of rooms and their purpose when one caught his attention. Yes, that. Something safe, something non-threatening for his first time here.
“This one,” he told her. “The glory hole.”

—–

After her father had left for the evening to go drinking with his work buddies, Hyun told her mother that she also needed a break – work was busy this week and she was frazzled – and was off to first see a movie then have coffee with some friends. Her mother smiled and nodded; a young woman in her twenties *should* be out with friends instead of in front of an old TV set of an evening.
Hyun had no such nervousness. Instead, she was intrigued, excited…she’d listened to some of the stories her coworkers told of their own relationships and she wanted to get some of that experience for herself. She arrived at the nondescript door and was waved in by an eye-rolling *ajumma* in an old T-shirt and sweat pants. Imperiously, the middle-aged lady beckoned for Hyun’s test results and her 25,000 *won* entrance fee, and heaved a sigh as she handed Hyun the sheet of rooms. *Let’s see…no…no…good* Lord *no. People actually* do *that? Hmm. Maybe this for my first time here?*
“Here,” she told the waiting woman. “I’ll try this room. The glory hole.”

—–

Seok was led into a warm, softly-lit room, bare of any feature other than a shelf and a hole in a sliding panel in the far wall, just big enough to fit his hand through but no more; he certainly wouldn’t be able to see anything through it once he got close enough to use it. He looked through it, but could see nothing other than another door in the room beyond. He checked the panel; it ran into the wall, and upon moving it, he found it could be adjusted to the waist height of anyone who needed it. He shrugged, stripped off and placed his clothes on the shelf, then – feeling a little self-conscious (*but who will know it’s me?*) – he leaned up against the wall, adjusted the panel, placed his member through. And waited.

—–

Hyun giggled quietly to herself as she closed the room’s door behind her and was greeted with a flaccid penis. She wasn’t sure what to expect – well, she knew what to *expect*, but the reality of it was still a bit of a surprise – but here it was. She looked it it critically; she was no judge, but it *looked* all right. Along the wall were a couple of handles she figured were there to help keep her steady if needed, and a pair of mystery buttons. Mystery no more, as quick experimentation showed that one raised the floor slightly, and the other lowered it. *To bring us closer together*, she decided, and giggled again. This might be fun! Other than that and a small shelf along the wall holding a box of tissues and a wastebasket under it the room was empty.
She stripped down and took the mystery member in her hand, and giggled again as it started to rise, first at her touch, then more urgently at the sound of her laugh. She stroked it for a minute, studying it. Shrugged. Looked like any other penis she’d ever seen – not that she’d seen many – and the few grey hairs around it suggested an older man. *Good*, she thought to herself, *likelier to last longer.* Or so she’d heard.
Feeling daring, she knelt down on the floor, and touched the head with the tip of her tongue, then slowly wrapped her lips around it, flicking it with her tongue in her mouth.

—–

Seok heard the door in the other room close, and the rustle of clothing from within. For a long second nothing happened, then he felt a light touch on his member, and felt himself start to rise at the idea of a stranger there. Felt himself rise completely at the sound of a smothered giggle, and a hand envelope the shaft. For a minute or so he was stroked, then nothing. Involuntarily he arched his hips, looking for whoever it was on the other side, hoping that that wasn’t the end, when first a tongue, then a warm mouth, hot and moist, took him into it.
He was up against the wall; he could go no further. Maddeningly, that person worked just the head of his penis, stroked it with their tongue, their breath warm against his skin, their tongue feeling *oh* so good as they massaged the head…then without warning they ran their mouth along the length of his shaft, their tongue in his hair, once, twice…and they were gone.

—–

Hyun straightened, wiped her lips, and turned to face the door. *In for a penny, as the English say*, she thought, and raised the floor so that she was level with the hard shaft protruding from the hole. She took it in her hand and brought it between her legs, ran it along her slit, let herself moisten the head once again. Then, raising the floor just slightly again, slowly, *slowly*, she brought the head up and into her, then pushed back – again, slowly – until the mystery man was fully within her.

—–

When Seok entered the mystery woman a hiss escaped his lips; she was wet, and warm, and she felt wonderful. Still, as he slid inside of her,he couldn’t help but feel that the angle, the heat, the wet….it reminded him *so* much of his wife, Kwon. Not that he was one to know; he’d only had one girlfriend before he’d met his wife, after all. So it stood to reason that many – most,maybe? – women felt the same inside? Still, though…
Maybe due to the association, unconsciously as the mystery woman began to move along him, he found himself positioning himself to run along the spot where Kwon liked, and from the other side of the wall heard a sharp hiss as she felt the pressure shift inside of her.

—–

Hyun closed her eyes as she gripped the handles and moved her hips, the mystery man in and out. Midway through a push back, she felt him adjust his stance and suddenly she was being rubbed along one part of her that she didn’t know existed; a *delicious* part of her that felt *amazing*. She began to thrust backwards harder, scraping him along that spot with each movement, her breath coming in hard and sharp with each one. Faster and faster she began to move, and she found that as she moved up or down the mystery man would repoint himself to scratch along that one spot again and again.
No. It was too much. With one last push backwards, she enveloped him entirely and held there, panting.

—–

Seok was *almost* at the point of no return when the woman on the other end stopped moving. He *thought* she wasn’t done – he was still inside of her, after all – so he began to move instead, in and out, and again, from habit, running his member along that stretch that his wife Kwon loved so much. And each time he did, a small mewl was heard from the other side.
Now it was his turn to move faster; he was at the edge and she felt *so* warm, *so* soft, that he began to thrust with no regard for anything other than coming. His breath began to come hard, and in another minute so would he.

—–

She began to feel him move within her, and as sensitive as she now was that one spot began to ache *so* pleasurably. Faster and faster he came at her, and all at once she had to bite her wrist to keep from crying aloud, a rush of moisture running down her thighs. Another one as he thrust once, twice, *hard*, almost hard enough to knock her away from the wall, then up, *up* inside of her, a hot jet of warmth deep within her.
He stayed where he was for a moment, then withdrew. Shaking, she leaned against the wall until her heart calmed, then chuckled to herself quietly and reached for the tissue box to deal with the liquids drying on her skin.
If this was how it was *every* time, she would definitely be coming back again. For now, though, she needed a coffee.

—–

Seok dressed quickly, and made his way out of the building and headed for the nearest bar for a drink. He needed to come home smelling of alcohol to avoid any awkward questions. But after this…he definitely would be coming back again.

—–

Kwon smiled at her husband and daughter as they came home within a few minutes of each other, one smelling of the bar he’d been at with his friends, the other of the coffee house she’d spent the evening at with hers. She was happy for an evening to herself for a change; they were *so* demanding of her time while she was trying to watch her shows on TV.

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