Chapter 1 — The Woman from the Phone Room, a Former Kindergarten Teacher

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Phone rooms... I'd long since given up on them. Unless you're drowning in free time and disposable cash, there's almost nothing to expect anymore.

Just aimless. (Well, not really aimless—more like a brief escape from the grind.) I dropped by the phone room, as usual.

Within two or three minutes of entering, the familiar voice always came through—the kind of artificially sweet, 30-something tone you've heard a thousand times, like she'd been injected with syrup.

Now, I'd answer lazily, half-heartedly, and before I knew it, we'd already be diving into the main topic.

“How much are you giving? I'll make sure you're well taken care of…”

That kind of routine exchange…

Honestly, there's no truth in phone rooms. Everyone knows that.

When I asked, "How old are you?" they'd all recite the same script—mid-thirties.

And "How tall?"—almost always around 160 cm give or take.

But the moment you actually laid eyes on them, curses would rise in your throat.

"Right… heels over ten centimeters, and suddenly you're 160. Yeah, sure."

After being fooled once or twice, you just learn to accept it.

You have to read between the lines. What else can you do?

But that day… something was different.

Not my usual spot, but a new phone room near the office.

I'd already made a couple of calls, let them slide by, and was just about to give up—convinced once again that phone rooms were a dead end—when the call came in.

And from the very first second, it felt unlike any other.

"Hello?"

I'd delivered my usual automatic greeting, but the voice on the other end… it was young. Undeniably so.

Sure, some older women can sound youthful, but there's always that faint trace of time, that weariness you can't quite mask.

After years of these calls, I'd gotten good at guessing age, education level, even background—just from tone, diction, the rhythm of speech.

This woman… she sparked my curiosity.

"Hi, sorry to ask, but… how old are you?"

I asked carefully, but with practiced ease.

"I'm twenty-eight."

Oh… same age as me. And her voice matched—clear, fresh, not forced.

But it wasn't just that. Her voice carried a gentle warmth, refined without being pretentious, and I found myself drawn in, pulling the conversation forward.

Where she lived, her hobbies… as we traded details, I was surprised.

She and I had so much in common. Rare—almost unheard of.

It was instant chemistry. A connection. I suddenly wanted to meet her—badly.

And as if reading my mind, she said it first.

"We didn't call each other for just small talk, did we?"

She made the move. Of course not. That wasn't why we were here.

We set a time and place. She suggested a location about thirty minutes from the phone room.

Honestly, I'd passed by the area once or twice, but didn't really know it.

But the desire to see her? That erased every doubt.

During our talk, she described herself—sharp, defined features, 164 cm tall.

And then, casually: she was a former kindergarten teacher.

Even if it was a lie, I didn't care. At that point, in that setting, who even mattered?

I took a wrong turn on the way, made a few calls, and finally arrived at the spot. She said she'd driven out too.

A quick glance through her car window… she looked strikingly like a famous actress, and that was exactly my type.

My heart started pounding.

After years of phone room encounters, this felt like a gift from the gods. I could barely contain my excitement.

Her car led the way. I followed behind, and we arrived at a motel.

We parked in the lot—awkward, but trying to act natural—and walked side by side to the front desk.

And then… no lies. None at all.

She wore a black business suit, her hair cut short. Slightly plump, but with the classic Miss Korea face—(many Miss Korea types have that soft, rounded look, in reality).

She was trembling slightly. That told me everything—she wasn't a pro.

In my eyes, she wasn't some paid escort. Maybe she believed in free love, but she wasn't someone who sold herself in phone rooms.

We entered the room. She sat timidly on the edge of the bed, staring at me with wide, uncertain eyes.

An awkward silence hung in the air. I walked to the fridge, pulled out a drink, and handed it to her.

“This isn't your first time, is it? Meeting like this?”

She nodded.

“What was the other guy like?”

At my question, she gave a small smile. "Just an ordinary guy my age."

That was enough. No need to dig deeper. I offered her a cigarette, but she declined.

I lit one myself and started chatting about random things.

As the conversation warmed, she spoke up.

“Can I shower first?”

I told her to go ahead.

She began to undress.

Her body—tight, toned—came into view.

No way… is this real? Her figure was perfect.

The right amount of softness, the right curves. I was already hard. She left the bathroom door open as she showered.

When I stepped in to grab my toothbrush, she giggled. "I've never even bathed with my mom… I'm so shy!"

Adorable. I played dumb, brushing my teeth while slowly scanning her naked body.

When she stepped out, I quickly washed up.

It didn't take long—just a quick clean of myself, dry off, and back into the room.

She was already under the covers.

Fiddling with the remote, she landed on the golf channel and lit up.

“You like golf?”

I asked.

“I'm not great at playing, but I love watching.”

I brought up a recent tournament featuring a well-known pro and started talking about golf.

She listened, engaged, reacting to my stories.

“You know what the worst punishment is for a golf fanatic?”

I asked.

“What?”

She looked curious.

“When you make a hole-in-one… and look around to celebrate, but no one's there to see it.”

“Hohohohoho~~~”

She laughed, clutching her stomach. Golfers would understand.

I often read golf joke books—these little jokes work wonders in conversation with fellow players.

As she laughed, rolling on the bed, I quietly slipped under the covers beside her.

I could feel her body trembling slightly.

Her breath grew heavy. The moment I touched her, her body responded.

She whispered, "I'm excited…"

And just like that, I got even harder.

I kissed her lips gently and moved on top of her.

“A…”

She gasped. Energized, I began to caress her slowly…

She was a natural. Her body reacted instantly to my touch.

Intensely.

From her plump breasts to her neck, down to her toes—my tongue left no spot untouched.

Each time, she twisted and moaned.

A temptress. At night, she was pure seduction.

Then she began to pleasure me. Her soft, maddening tongue traced every inch of my body…

And at the peak, she took my cock deep into her mouth, swallowing it whole.

Her movements were completely lost in the moment—utterly possessed.

Naturally, we became one. As my tip reached the edge of her petals…

She cried out, almost sobbing.

How much time passed? I don't know. Then she climbed on top.

She writhed, desperate to take me deeper.

Her body danced above me like a shaman in trance.

“A~~~~!!”

We came almost simultaneously, gripping each other tightly, pouring every ounce of strength into that moment.

“Baby… it was so good… so, so good…”

She spoke first. Honestly, I felt even more—this was beyond good.

Holding her close, I whispered, "You're a gift from heaven…"

I meant it. This couldn't be real.

In a phone room… I'd actually met a queen?

We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other, savoring the warmth, the aftershocks of passion.

Parting wasn't goodbye.

As we left the motel parking lot, we shared a light embrace and a kiss.

“If I don't pick up, just send me a text…”

She said it with a sweet smile, then drove off.

That adorable grin stayed with me.

We've been texting every day since.

Yesterday at lunchtime, I sent her a message:

“Same boring lunch again—so tired of it!! Anything different out there?”

A moment later, her reply popped up:

“Eat me!! lol”

In that instant, her face—flushed, riding me, lost in ecstasy—flashed in my mind, and I nearly lost it.

“You dirty girl~~!!! lol”