1. Illuminated in July


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: JuneFernan, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    another club?” “I don’t know Julian, I’m feeling—” “Hey,” he interrupted Jane, “by the way, you’re an incredible dancer. You were the most stunning woman in there by far.” “Oh.” “Wasn’t she, Tim?” His voice was loud and his eyes wide with excitement, like he had drained three Redbulls with Vodka in the few minutes we had parted from him. “Simply amazing. I’m so fortunate to know a beautiful woman like this.” He grabbed her shoulders and lightly massaged them. Jane let herself fall into his arms, smiling. “Thanks.” “And you,” he pointed at me. “Smooth as well. This night has been awesome so far. Where are we off to next? Oh, I know. Have you seen Han River at night? You have to see Banpo Bridge. It’s the one with the light show and the tunnel of water shooting off the side.” Jane agreed to go there, since it was within walking distance and a tourist destination many had heard of. As we walked, Julian did most of the talking, pumping up Jane’s mood, even getting a bit flirty with me. His sudden rise in enthusiasm wasn’t lost on me. Now that we had all kindled a fondness for each other, he was smothering Jane with positivity, so that she was subtly thinking, This is okay—just go with it; be with them both if you want to. The Banpo Bridge, with its display of deep red, purple, and blue lights illuminating streams of water pouring out from its side, transformed our night from exciting to spectacular. I still didn’t want to develop any expectations, but a few inevitably ...
    surfaced in my mind, inviting my dick to stretch out and explore its space, encouraging me to wrap my hand around Jane’s waist and graze Julian’s arms with my fingertips. On the other side of the bridge the boundaries between us blurred together. We walked with our hips attached to each other, our colognes and perfume meshing as one alluring scent, lost in chatty laughter, Julian constantly ensuring us the night was vivid and young. Gangnam is the most lavish neighborhood in the city, where Lamborghinis and Ferraris zip up the streets as commonly as Hondas. Unless we were willing to spend 50 dollars to enter a club, there was nothing for us to do here other than casually keep walking, allow Julian tell us about his luxurious hotel room, the breathtaking view from his balcony. “And if you come up, I’ll make you empanadas. They are a delicious dumpling made in my home country.” Jane agreed that she could resist such an offer. He whisked us into a cab, as we were too eager to walk there, then up 10 flights of the most ritzy hotel I had ever stepped foot in. The living room, decorated with a few exotic plants and outlandish paintings, was conjoined with a full kitchen, complete with marble counters. Behind two wooden doors I assumed was his bedroom. The fresh batch of dumplings, of course, never happened. Instead we settled for snacking on his leftovers and drinking coffee on the couch. With our shoes and jackets off, we moved like liquid about the room, never quite settling into one ...
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