I spent a year in South Korea when I was in the Army. This was in the very early 1990s and I was stationed in Seoul, the capital city.
The assignment was a good one for me as I lived and worked on a very nice post (we don't call it a "base" in the Army, it's a "post"). There was plenty to do on post, but the off-post GI spot was a small suburb called Itaewon (pronouned EE-TAY-WON). Here there were a series of bars and dance clubs with names like "The King Club", "The Kettle House" and "The Grand Ole Opry".
Some of these places were owned and operated by GI's who had retired, married a Korean woman and decided to stay.
I got a hint of what was to come my first couple of days in country. All of the Korean civilian females I saw who worked on post were incredibly beautiful! (Note - most military facilities overseas employ locals to work there. In Korea the girls worked in the barber shop, the Post Exchange or PX, or as secretaries)
Not only that, they dressed to show it off. Most of them wore nice skirt/suits or dresses with nylons and high heel pumps. They had an impeccable sense of fashion, and always looked classy, sexy and professional at the same time. American women could benefit from a few fashion lessons from the Korean girls.
Now, I am of the never to be humble opinion that the Korean girls had the best legs and feet of any race. It was as if God tripped when he was handing out body parts and spilled all of the great legs in Korea. Of course he had to take something back because of that, and it was their tits. Korean women were not well endowed, so when you saw one who was busty you had to stare!
Well, back to foot fetishism. On post was shoeplay city guys. I've never seen so much dipping and dangling in one spot.
We had a few young secretaries who worked in our battalion headquarters building. One of them habitually wore mules, which were very easy to play with! I could always count on a daily show from her.
There were several restaurant type places on post and lunch time was always a feast for the eyes and the stomach. The best place was the big eatery near the Post Exchange that had a tile floor. I love the sound an empty pump makes when it hits the floor.
But the crowning glory of shoeplay was the post library. This place had a long, long study table that was divided lengthwise, and had small partitions between seats. It was almost like you were sitting in a little cubicle.
The Korean girls who took classes on post would come to the libarary in the evening to do work or study. They would often sit on the isolated side of the study table. That meant I could sit on a stool amongst the bookshelves and watch these babes to my hearts content.
Every scene was different. The outfit, the nylons and shoes all changed with each new girl who came in to study and read. That and the wide variety of action I'd see. Some of the girls would cross their legs and just dangle with a heelpop, others would aggressively swing the shoe on their toes while a few would keep both feet on the floor and play with their pumps, making a delightful clatter as their empty shoes hit the floor over and over again.
Then of course there were the ones who got rid of their shoes as soon as they sat down. I'd get to watch them wiggle their stockinged toes and rotate their ankles, loosening their feet up after a long day in high heels.
I'd see this every night (except for the summer months) and it was very exciting (if only I'd had a video camera!). I often used it as a form of "foreplay" before heading down to Itaewon for a footjob.
As far as actual sexual experiences go I had quite a few, mostly with bar girls. They were magnificent! Young, beautiful and eager to please. What more could a young man ask for?
I would buy things for some of the bar girls from time to time since I could get good bargains for them at the PX. Size six and six and half shoes were the most common in my experience, with the occasional five thrown in (YUM!).
Okay, the off duty military culture in Korea was one of "drink, party and fuck the Korean girls". This was a result of the actual cultural differences that were present and the limited geographical area we had to work with.
You can't imagine the culture shock of walking off post for the first time to face an Asian culture. It's impossible to read anything, the language is unlike anything you've ever seen before, the food is strange(!!) and the overall atmosphere is pretty alien to most young men who are in their late teens and twenties. Plus it was hard and expensive to travel.
As a result, most guys blew their liver and kidneys out drinking on or off post. I preferred to go off post since that was where the bar girls were.
Each of the bars along and near Itaewon was generally a small setup that catered to a particular musical taste. They were usually dimly lit, had a standard bar with stools and tables or booths where you could sit with a girl. Drinks weren't that expensive, and most of the places took Dollars, which meant you didn't have to exchange for Won (their currency).
If you wanted a girl to sit with you then you had to buy her a drink. Of course their drinks were more expensive than yours, and they weren't alcohol either. They drank either tea or water with food coloring in it to make it appear to be a mixed drink. Who cares as long as she's snuggled up against you huh?
All of them were dressed to thrill: short skirts, skimpy tops, hose and high heel pumps that some would dangle as they sat waiting for a GI to come up to them.
Okay, let's cut the shit: the bar girls were all hookers. For a price you could get just about anything you wanted from them. You'd sit and talk with her for a while but eventually she'd start rubbing your thigh with her hand or whispering in your ear. The "code word" they used was Showtime. If she asked you if you wanted Showtime then you started haggling over the price (again depending on what you wanted).
Some guys were just down there to drink and party, but most wanted to get laid at some point. I got all of my footjobs from bar girls. Most of them had a little hooch behind the bar where they'd take you for sex. Contrary to what you might think it was very clean and comfy. The girls knew they had to keep it that way if they wanted return business.
So I'd go back there with them and routinely soak their pantyhose or stockings. I'd buy them nylons to wear most of the time, but if I didn't they rarely minded if I shot onto the hose they had on that night. There were only a couple of times I had them bare, and that was during the summer months.
I had a few of my favorites do some under the table work on me as well. One girl I would meet at night and she would sit across the booth from me and we'd play cards for a while. She would never touch my cock with her foot, she'd just rub my inner thigh back and forth as long as we played. I'd squirm around in my seat and get a few accidental brushes with her toes, but she never deliberately touched me. It was a delicious tease!
Another girl in another bar was much bolder. She always wore pantyhose and knew to sit across the booth from me. We'd sit and talk about everything except her foot, which was in my lap. Despite long talks and many sly looks from her she never made me cum in pants. She was very good about noticing my facial expression and how I was reacting. When I started to get really excited she'd take her foot away until I calmed down, then she'd start again.
One night I had a double team. I'm sure the girls planned it since I couldn't understand their language, but they made it seem like it was spontaneous.
I was sitting with one of my regular girls in a booth. She was across from me and was wearing black nylons. One of her feet was up my pants leg. Another girl came up, wearing white nylons and said something to my bar girl. She excused herself and both girls disappeared for a few minutes.
My girl came back and asked me if I would by her friend a drink since it was a slow night and not many GIs were coming in to the place (true). I did so and the girl came back to our booth with her drink, thanked me and sat down next to her friend. In that time my girl had removed her pump and had her foot back up my pants leg.
After a minute or so of the three of us talking I felt a nudge on my crotch, and then something pressing against it, rubbing the erection that was already there. I looked down and saw white nyloned toes moving up and down my erection. It was the other girl's foot!
I clammed up and didn't mention it. Like I said, I'm pretty sure they planned it, but if they didn't it made for a nice amount of tension. Although you could get any bar girl you wanted I never saw a girl deliberately try to steal another girl's customer. It just wasn't done in the bar girl eitquette.
So I just let her rub my erection for about ten minutes while we talked about mundane daily subjects. Sweet torture!
Needless to say I took my girl for a footjob later that night, and I went back later that week and got the other girl as well.
I spent a lot of money on girls but I was single and it was cheap compared to the U.S. and Europe. As I said there wasn't a heck of a lot else to do there anyway. I just drank and footjobbed my way through the year, and I STILL had a few grand saved up (which I subsequently pissed away in a relationship a couple of years later
)Despite the easy access to sex and liquor I didn't extend my tour in Korea, and left after the year was up.
I have a lot of good memories, not just sex memories! There were some damn good people in my unit, and we worked pretty hard when we were on duty. Plus I spent one month at the NCO Academy before being promoted.
I'm not sure if things have changed over there in the 10+ years (ouch) since I left. But like I said, good memories all around.
DP
