Emotionally compelling Erotic stories by storyace
Older men / younger women
Older women / younger men
Sex with pregnant women
Author: storyace, ace
Title; stuck together in Bangkok 2
Part: 2 of 4
Summary: 18 year old Sonia has split up with her boyfriend, but still has to share a room with him and an older couple in Bangkok. Except for the night she stays with a local woman, for her introduction to the pleasures of lesbian group sex.
Keywords: M/f, F/m, F/F/F/F/F
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Stuck together in Bangkok ;
After he caught me in bed with Bob, Mario wouldn’t even talk to me; and the four of us were still stuck together in the Bangkok airport hotel room, with no idea when the protests would end and flights would resume.
I had a shower and dressed myself, conscious of my [ex?] boyfriend’s angry glare.
“Come on, let’s go grab some breakfast.” Bob said to me. “After that workout, I need some protein.”
He put his arm around me and steered me out of the room. As soon as we were alone in the corridor, I started to cry.
“Hey, come on, it’ll be alright.” He said sympathetically, his arm across my shoulders as we waited for the elevator.
“He hates me now.”
“He’s just jealous and hurt; it isn’t easy for a young fella like him to walk in and find his girlfriend having an orgasm in the arms of a man three times his age. But if he really cares for you, he’ll get over it.
Everyone needs a little excitement sometimes, a little change. Most people just lie about it.”
“What about you?” I asked him, “Does your wife know you’re here in Bangkok with Elizabeth?”
“Sure. She was traveling with us, but she took an earlier flight to London for a conference she needs to go to.”
The restaurant was packed, we had to wait for a table. The staff looked harassed and overworked; the whole hotel was overcapacity as more people arrived from the countryside to catch their grounded outbound flights.
“I remember the first time my wife went with another man.” He told me after we took our breakfast from the buffet and sat down, “We weren’t even married yet. I’d just passed the bar, I was young and good looking, I thought I was god’s gift to women. I couldn’t understand it, and I tell you, it hurt too.”
“And you still married her?” I asked.
“Yeah; I loved her. Still do. It was nothing, she just surrendered to the moment and had a quicky with the wedding photographer. But she was honest about it, she told me the next day.”
“And you just accepted it?” I asked.
“Not at first. Like your Mario, I was outraged and hurt. But I tell you, I was secretly turned on just a little too. She did it in her wedding dress with an older black guy. That was really weird; but of course it wasn’t like she was going to marry him instead of me or anything. She wasn’t going to keep seeing him. And I had to admit that I hadn’t had much time for her just before that.”
He looked older somehow, out in public this way. His grey eyes were kind and attentive, yet pained as he recalled these memories. His steel rimmed glasses and neatly trimmed white hair gave him the appearance of a rather conservative authority figure instead of the cheated [and cheating] husband he was describing.
“So you forgave her?” I prompted, wanting to keep this intimate conversation from decaying into something more mundane.
“With a condition; I wanted her to do it again, while I watched.”
I was shocked at that, and I guess he could see it on my face.
“You have to understand the pleasure of pain; the delicious erotic agony of watching your partner with another. Of course, you do know, you watched Elizabeth give Mario his very first blow job, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t realize you knew about that.” I said.
“Elizabeth is a good kid, she tells me everything.” He said. “You’re just a kid yourself, eighteen years old; god, that’s great, but there’s so much for you to learn about life.”
I resented him calling me a child, after he’d practically raped me a few hours earlier.
“Let’s go shopping.” He said as we finished our meal.
“But we’re not supposed to leave the hotel.” I protested.
“Oh hogwash. Everything’s quiet outside, and there are tuc-tucs waiting.” He said.
I really didn’t want to go back upstairs and face Mario right then, so I agreed.
We went to a fancy shopping area in town, and Bob dragged me into a jewelry shop and insisted on buying me a pair of gaudy gold ear rings and a matching necklace.
“A pretty girl should have some gold.” He said.
“Why?” I asked.
“It shows someone cares for you.” He said.
That made me think; Mario had lots of money, but he hardly bought me anything, and never anything expensive. Was that because he didn’t think I was worth it?
We went into a boutique, and Bob wanted to buy me a beautiful dress that was on display. But it wouldn’t fit me, because of my large breasts.
“Try it on!” he insisted.
“There’s a private room in back.” The saleslady said.
I stripped down without feeling too self-conscious, even though Bob was watching. He obviously enjoyed looking at me, and did so unabashedly.
“You see?” I told him, “It’s much too small at the bust.”
“Hang on, I’ll get the saleswoman.” He said, and called her in.
She stared at my breasts for a moment.
“Do you think she should try without the bra?” Bob asked her.
“This dress shouldn’t have bra.” She agreed.
I knew it would never work, but I took my bra off to show them.
“They’re real, too.” Bob said.
The saleslady seemed to tear her eyes away.
“I can make alteration.” She said, “One hour.”
“You can touch them if you want.” Bob said to her.
“Eh?” she exclaimed.
“Go on, we won’t tell anyone, will we Sonia?” he tempted.
I was just shocked, which seemed to be my normal state of mind ever since I’d met Bob. He kept me continuously off balance, never sure if his behavior was acceptable or not.
“Look, they’re lovely.” He said, stepping behind me and lifting them in his hands. “I saw you looking, I know you want to.” He added.
I looked at her, and she looked back.
She was short, no taller than me. She was fortyish I guessed, with streaks of grey in her short black hair.
Lean [like most Orientals I’d met], with slightly unhealthy skin but strong even teeth.
In the small room so far from home, alone with these two strangers, I waited to see what would happen; were my breasts really that fascinating?
She lifted her small delicate hands, and put them on my breasts. Bob let go, but stayed behind me, and I could feel his penis stirring through our clothes as the Thai woman caressed me.
I was frozen, not sure how to react. I remembered what he said about the pleasure of watching, I knew he was enjoying this. So was the woman; but was I?
I was certainly excited. My nipples were stiff and erect between her fingers, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“Kiss them.” Bob urged her.
I had to cradle her dark little head as she kissed and sucked my nipples, holding the bulging flesh in her hands.
She pulled away suddenly, and shook herself like a wet dog trying to get dry.
She looked more shocked at herself than I was, and without saying anything, went back out into the shop.
Bob handed her the dress as we went out.
“We’ll see you in an hour, darling.” He said to her.
That was very strange.” I said after we left the shop.
“It was fantastic.” He said, “Something rare and beautiful. Did you like it? A strange woman touching you, getting off on you?”
“I don’t know.”
“I thought so. You have a little bi streak in you.” He said, taking my answer for a yes.
We went on shopping, and he bought more clothes, shoes, and underwear for me. I kept telling him it was enough, but he was enjoying himself he said; it wasn’t often he got to take an eighteen year old out and treat her like a lady.
We went back to the shop to pick up the dress. Bob and the saleswoman stayed outside as I went into the room to try it on.
I’d never worn anything like that before; it was real silk, iridescent green, and it fit me exactly. The slim tapered skirt followed my hips, was open at the back but covered my belly; then there were two cunningly cut pockets that held my breasts up by a strap around my neck, yet barely covered them. I looked like a movie star, I thought; I’d never known I could be so elegant, so classy, so sexy. I was a bit self conscious as I went out into the store again.
“Jesus Christ.” Bob said.
“Oh!” the sales lady said.
“What do you say now?” Bob asked her.
“Ok.” She said.
“Ok what?” I asked.
“I invited Muoy to have dinner with us.” He said.
We went back to our overcrowded little hotel room, both of us laden down with all the shopping bags.
“Quiet.” Bob said as we approached our room, “Let’s sneak up on them!”
He slipped his keycard through the slot and opened the door, and we went in.
Elizabeth and Mario were naked together on one of the beds [the one Bob and Elizabeth had slept in].
Mario was on his back, and Elizabeth on her side, half on top of him. His big hard penis was in her slim hand as she stroked him sensuously, while they kissed gently.
It was a very disturbing sight; he was so beautiful, and so aroused by her. Her long slender legs were splayed across him, her thick blond hair in his young hands, their tongues already so familiar even though they had just met the day before.
I felt Bob’s hand squeeze my ass.
“Well good afternoon.” He said.
They both looked across at the two of us, standing in the little alcove by the door. Mario looked surprised, then angry, then defiant. He looked away, as if he’d never seen me. As if I didn’t even exist.
In contrast, Elizabeth jumped out of bed with a welcoming smile; “Hey you guys! Where were you? Wow! That’s an incredible dress!”
“Thank you.” I said, feeling self conscious. I couldn’t help but like her; she was always so positive, and even though she was just making love with my boyfriend, I felt she was still my friend.
“Turn around!” she insisted, “Mario, just look at her! Isn’t she stunning? And you had your hair done, too; oh, and did Bob buy you the gold? He’s always doing things like that, such a good man.”
And she kissed him full on the mouth, his hands wrapping around her long naked form.
There was something dirty about that; she had just been kissing Mario, and now she was kissing Bob. His hand had been on my ass, and was now on hers. Mario was staring at them, his penis still hard, lying against his belly unattended; I felt sorry for him. It wasn’t right for Elizabeth to just jump up and leave him there like that, uncovered and vulnerable as she switched her attentions to Bob and me.
His dark smoldering eyes looked at the two of them, but avoided me, looked right through me. I wondered if he would ever forgive me my betrayal.
“You go on back to the boy.” Bob said smacking her ass with his palm. “You two just go on as if we weren’t even here.”
Elizabeth laughed and climbed back on top of Mario, covering him with her body as she took his face in both hands and his lips in her mouth. His hands lay slack for a moment, undecided; then he surrendered to her brazen sexuality, and his palms moved across her ass and back. She was twice his 18 years, but he didn’t seem bothered. She was, after all, a beauty.
With some difficulty, I found somewhere to pile the shopping bags. I didn’t know what to do next; so I got on the free bed, and leaned against the wall next to Bob, who was watching his girlfriend and my boyfriend slowly making love.
Slowly; when Mario and I did it, we were always rushed about it in comparison. Neither of us cared about the pace of things, we just did it until we were through.
But Elizabeth was just that bit older, more experienced. She knew how to maximize the pleasure.
It was like watching a murder movie; I didn’t want to see such things, but I did want to know how it was done.
Bob took my hand, and pulled it to his penis, which he had taken out of his trousers.
He was still wearing his steel rimmed spectacles and his button down shirt. He looked as though he should be in an office somewhere instead of in a hotel room watching his lover with another, as a teenaged girl stroked his dick.
“That feels good, honey.” He complimented me.
Without thinking about it, I was doing it the way I’d see Elizabeth doing it as we entered; gently pulling my fingertips up his length, teasing him, tickling him. It was easy and nice.
The other woman rolled onto her back after a bit, pulling Mario on top of her, her long legs were splayed out to either side, open wide. His cock in her hand, she rubbed the tip of his young penis against her open vagina, before gently urging him to enter her with the touch of a finger on his ass.
I felt dizzy; before my eyes, my sweetheart was penetrating another woman!
“Easy honey.” Bob said, and I realized I was gripping his poor old penis hard in my hand.
He put his arm around me, and found my breast. What is it about my big tits that so fascinates everyone?
“Harder, baby!” Elizabeth urged him, “Hard at the end… that’s it. Lift it up. No, not like that… at the end, lift up, push it against my clit. Yes! That’s the way. A little faster now, just a little…”
“UUGGH!” grunted Mario, freezing deep inside her. I could have told her he couldn’t do that without coming.
She just held him as he ejaculated into her. She didn’t seem to mind much that he had come too soon. Bob wasn’t like that, I thought. He’d done it to me hard and fast for quite a while, and only come after I had. Three times.
He was old, and wasn’t good looking the way Mario was, but he did know some things.
The two lovers just lay there in a heap for a little while, Elizabeth stroking poor young Mario’s smooth back.
“Suck my cock, would you babe?” Bob asked me politely, if such a thing could be said that way.
“I don’t… do that.” I said.
“Oh hogwash. You just haven’t done it yet; go on, give it a little tasting.”
It wasn’t that I’d never done it at all; I’d had Mario in my mouth a few times, just for a second or two. I kind of liked it, but I was always afraid he’d come.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t come.” Bob said.
Elizabeth looked at me and smiled serenely as she ran her fingers through Mario’s thick black hair. I still had Bob’s cock in my hand, and there wasn’t much else to do somehow. I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him after he’d been so nice to me all day.
I slid over and lay down with my face above his lap. The penis in my hands had been inside me just that morning; it was a good penis, I thought, it was a friend of mine. I shouldn’t fear it, I should cherish it.
And if Mario should lift his cheating head and look, and see that I was giving Bob what I’d never given him; well, he might think about what Bob had given me, that he [Mario] hadn’t.
Mario had lots of money, but as Bob had pointed out, he’d never bought me jewelry or clothes. He hadn’t even ever bought me flowers!
I brought my lips to the older man’s cock, and opened my mouth resolutely. He was right, I should do this; it was a normal thing girls should do, to pleasure their lover this way.
I’d watched Elizabeth do it to Mario the day before. It looked easy when she did it, the big stiff penis of the boy [for that was how I was thinking of him just then] sliding in and out of her mouth without any apparent distress on her part.
I started to gag, it was too big, too alive, it was warm and pulsing, it wanted to go too deep!
But I didn’t want to disappoint Bob, and I knew Elizabeth was watching. If she could do it, so could I, I told myself.
And sure enough, after a minute, it was ok; I bobbed my head over Bob, sucking his knob, and I thought to myself that I might even start to like this.
It was sensual, a primal sensation. It tasted of nothing in particular, yet it had a great taste. Of man, old man, dominant man.
Um, I thought; even if he would come, if his stuff would squirt in my mouth, I wouldn’t mind so much. His cock was beautiful, vital, potent as Mario’s, yet like a wine, better with age. Mellower, gentler, it had acquired class and style.
I looked up; Mario was scowling at me as he pulled his expended noodle out of Elizabeth. He looked hilarious; if my mouth wasn’t full I might have laughed out loud. He was defeated, finished by the American woman. He hadn’t conquered her, she hadn’t even come once! He was nothing now, a boy without power or substance.
I sucked deeper, reveling in the knowledge that they were all watching me, that I, sweet little 18 year old Sonia, barely above virgin status, was sucking cock, Bob’s cock, the greatest cock in that small stuffy room.
Elizabeth got up as well, and took Mario’s hand, and pulled him into the bathroom.
That was even funnier; she was actually a couple of inches taller than him, and she looked like his mother, pulling him unwillingly to his shower.
“You’d better get that dress off, honey.” Bob said.
Was he ready to do it again, I wondered? I did as he instructed without hesitation, and I found myself thinking that if Mario had told me when to undress, I’d have probably refused out of principle. How odd then, that when Bob told me to, I didn’t mind at all. I was willing to let him tell me what to do.
“Leave the stockings on, honey.” He said, “And the suspender belt.”
He took his trousers off, and we got back onto the bed, Bob leaning back on the cushions and me lying on my front with my face in his lap, so I could continue.
I felt so sexy! As usual, he was right. I was very aware of my new underwear, my exposed ass, my naked back, as I took his big old balls in one hand and his cock in the other. I heard the shower water stop, and I knew Mario would soon come back into the room and see me like this, dressed like a showgirl sucking Bob’s big old cock without a care in the world!
Elizabeth came out first.
“Oh, that looks nice!” she said, wrapped in a towel.
Bob beckoned to her, and she got into bed next to him, wrapped an arm around his neck, and kissed him.
Mario came out of the bathroom then, and found us both in bed with Bob; I felt a sense of deep satisfaction as I saw the confusion on his boyish face. He was always so transparent; his expression always gave away his thoughts. Not like Bob; Bob was a mystery that needed solving. If you wanted to know what was in his wily mind, you had some work ahead of you.
There was nowhere else for him to go. Mario sat down on the other bed, and I watched him out of the corner of me eye as he pretended not to watch the three of us.
“You guys went into town then?” Elizabeth asked Bob.
Her naked thighs were alongside my body; despite the powerful sensation of the penis that filled my mouth, I was very aware that her vagina was just inches from my face, between those long thin legs; that she was wet from her shower, but doubtless still had traces of Mario inside her too.
“It was fine going out, but looked like there might be new trouble brewing as we came back.” Bob told her.
“We’d better stay in tonight then.” She said.
“No way, Sonia and I have a date with the owner of the boutique where we got that silk dress. Nice lady, felt up Sonia in the dressing room.”
“Probably we’ll just have dinner and come back here.” Bob said, pushing himself a little deeper into my mouth, his hand on the back of my head.
“Is Sonia ready for that?” Elizabeth asked, “You’re not pushing her too fast are you?”
“She looked pretty turned on at the time.” Bob said.
They both looked down at me. One great thing about having a penis in your mouth is that it covers your expression almost completely; I didn’t have to agree or disagree, just as long as I kept sucking his cock. It was lovely, completely hard and erect as he chatted with his colleague as if I wasn’t attached to his organ like a feeding baby at her mother’s breast.
But what did Elizabeth mean by me being “ready”? Ready for what? All we were doing was going to dinner with the woman from the shop.
Who had looked at me the way a starving dog looks at a bone.
Who had fondled my naked breasts.
“She’s a bit hairy for that kind of thing.” Elizabeth said.
“I hadn’t thought that far along.” Bob replied.
Next to my face, one thin white thigh lifted from the other, and I was looking right into her pink vagina. Bob’s fingers arrived, and stroked her casually; but what really surprised me was the complete lack of hair. Her pink and white groin was as bald as an egg.
Mario turned on the TV, which I found very annoying. After a minute, Bob’s cock went soft in my mouth.
“Holey shit.” He said.
The news had just broken about the terrible attacks in Mumbai. Suddenly, our little transport problem seemed irrelevant. I sat up as well, and all four of us were as one for a while, our differences and increasingly complex inter-relationships forgotten as we watched the live feed of violence and terror from a place so similar to where we were ourselves, far away in geography but right next door in our consciousness.
“Come on, we’d better get you ready for your night out.” Elizabeth said to me after a while, and led me by the hand into the bathroom, much as she’d led Mario a few hours earlier.
“We haven’t had a chance to talk since yesterday.” She said as she closed the door. “Take the garters off and sit on the edge of the tub.”
“The funny stockings, the tights, dear.”
“We have to get you shaved.” She said.
I felt a moment of confusion; shave? My privates? Why?
But then I decided to go along with it. After all, since we’d all started sharing this small space, and each other, I’d followed her lead, and it had been mostly fun.
I had thick black curls between my legs, just like the hair on my head. I’d never really thought about it before, it was just part of me, it grew there.
Elizabeth took some things from her bag, and sat down in the dry bathtub, looking between my legs as though it was completely normal for her to do this, which I guess it probably was.
She took a pair of scissors, and carefully cut my pubic hairs close to the skin, holding my vaginal lips and clitoris in her fingers so they wouldn’t be in any danger.
“Is Bob pushing you too hard?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I could only thing of him pushing into me with his penis.
“Pushing you to do things you don’t really want to do.
“Well just remember it’s a girl’s prerogative to say ‘No’ at any time.” She said, subtly rubbing my center as she began to scrape away the last of my pubic hair with a razor. “No matter where you are or how disappointed someone else will be.”
Later that night, I found myself wishing I had the strength to take her advice, instead of allowing others to take advantage of me.
I got dressed in the room, conscious of but not bothered by the others. I put on one of the other dresses Bob had bought for me, tight stretchy light pink, with long dragon motifs from the armpits to my thighs; it covered most but hid nothing. Net stockings and my new shoes, with heels just a little higher than I was used to.
“You look like a whore.” Mario said to me, breaking his silence at last.
“Well you should know.” I retorted weakly, as Bob led me out.
The evening was quiet and warm, the trouble in the nearby airport not spilling out for the moment as we climbed into the half open three wheeled tuctuc taxi to ride into town.
Bob held me close, not kissing my mouth and spoiling my makeup, but nibbling my ear and fondling me a bit. I was a bit anxious, but glad to be away from the tiny crowded room and my angry ex-boyfriend.
“He said that to you because he’s jealous and pissed off.” Bob said, “don’t take him seriously.”
“You understood?” I asked.
“I’m a lawyer. Latin, Italian, pretty similar.” He said.
I wondered how much of the conversations Mario and I had assumed private the two Americans had listened in on.
We met Muoy at the shop. She looked different; she had changed into tight trousers and a sharp jacket. She didn’t quite look sexy, but was attractive in her way.
“Hello!” she said to us, looking only at me.
We went to a restaurant she recommended, and I was surprised how easily we all got along. Bob deftly restarted the conversation whenever it lapsed, and I found myself having fun. The meal was very spicy, but not as spicy as the company.
I knew she wanted me; but there seemed no way she could have me. She clearly wasn’t interested in Bob, he was like the chaperone. I felt sexy and warm, safe between them and their competing desires, balanced on the edge, yet stable there, on display, young and full-bodied, precious.
Afterwards, we went to a club she knew. In the tuctuc, I was sandwiched between them, and Muoy put her hand on my thigh just below the hem of my tight dress. It stayed there, civilized, without moving much. But I knew it was there, flirting, tempting.
What would it be like, I wondered, to make love with a woman? The idea wasn’t repellant, yet not all that attractive either. It would be sensual, I imagined; but without a penis, how could it be complete?
I’d find out soon enough.
“Here in Thailand, we have much sex industry.” She’d told us, “So it’s difficult for a girl to go with foreign boy. Everyone think she’s prostitute. For girls together, it’s a little easier. These days little better; more boys and girls go mixed, but still many prefer to only go with other Thai people. I take you to Thai club, mostly only local boys and girls. Some boy-girls too.”
We went into a doorway that had a simple sign above it, only in the Thai script. Inside there were strobe lights, loud music, and lots of locals.
There were young and old, all well dressed and looking their best. The girls were beautiful, some of them barely clothed, others more conservative. The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with energy, sexuality, excitement. This was a pickup joint for Bangkokers.
We sat and ordered drinks.
“You like to dance?” our new friend asked me.
“Ok.” I said. I was eager to, I wanted to be amongst them, these young people gyrating to the music. I had energy that needed to be released, my muscles longed to move.
Facing each other, we danced.
She smiled, moving gracefully and energetically. She was a healthy woman, I saw; strong. I moved closer to her without thinking about it; I knew that many were watching me, wanting me and my big European breasts, my exotic [to them] thick curls.
There was a break in the music, and I let her take me in her arms and kiss me.
I knew Bob was watching, so I gave her everything I had, holding her slim body tight and letting my mouth open to her hot tongue. It was disturbing and exciting; I was on a date with a mature Thai woman, kissing her in public.
We broke apart and danced some more. I was having fun, even though I didn’t know how the evening would progress; would I just go back to the room with Bob? Would we ‘do something’ with Mouy?
I looked over at Bob, sitting at the table in the corner; I was thinking how pleased he would be with me, how turned on. But he was talking to a pretty young Thai girl who was sitting in my seat.
“Never mind him.”Muoy said in my ear, her hand on the small of my back.
I let her hold me close, our chests touching slightly. I was a little bit angry at Bob for ignoring me when I was only doing this to please him. We ground our pelvis’s together and I couldn’t help but laugh; it was fun to dance and flirt with this strange woman, it was sweet, sexy, and yet somehow harmless. We went back to the table and squeezed in with Bob and his new friend.
She was young and pretty, with long straight black hair and red lips, a slinky little dress and high heels.
The new girl immediately started bickering with Mouy.
“What are you two arguing about?” Bob asked.
“She says Sonia tits are fake.” Mouy said.
“Completely natural.” Bob told her.
“Impossible!” the girl replied. “Too big.”
“You can check for yourself if you like.” Bob told her.
“Mine are natural.” She insisted.
“I’m sure they are.” Bob said.
She had very small ones [like most Thai girls], so I didn’t understand her need to make any claims.
“Hers too big.” She went on, staring at my chest.
“Stand up, honey.” Bob said to me, “Here you go, Lek, grab hold and check for yourself.”
The girl stood up. She was taller than I was, and slim. There was something odd about her beyond her uncharacteristic brazenness, I thought. Who was she, the tit police?
She stood close to me, glaring into my eyes as her hands cupped my tits from below and lifted.
“I don’t believe!” she declared.
People were staring at us now; I felt a bit insecure, but Bob seemed to be enjoying the situation.
“Slide your hands right in on the sides.” He suggested.
“She’ll ruin my new dress!” I complained.
“Oh hogwash.” Bob said, “Her hands are nothing compared to your boobs. Go on, feel her up.” He insisted.
There were couples making out in the corners, and at least one girl topless on the dance floor. I didn’t think we were being too outrageous for the venue.
“I’ll let my top down.” I suggested.
After all, I always went topless on the beach in Europe, and even the tourist beaches we’d been to here in Thailand. It wasn’t that big a thing.
“Now you’re talking.” Bob said, standing behind me as he slipped the dress over my shoulders and peeled it down to my waist.
“We’ll have to get the bra off too. He said, unhooking it.
I felt a rush of hot cool air over my breasts as they swung free in the gloomy club. Everyone was looking now; the women as much as the men. They might be skinny and sexy, they might all have the fantastic thick black hair, but I had a pair of knockers to beat them all! I stood still in embarrassed pride, as the girl slowly felt me up.
“Well?” Bob said.
The women chattered together joined by a couple of others.
“Let me check.” One of them insisted, and there was another pair of hands on me; then another. Everyone was crowding around, hands grabbed my arms, hands on my breasts, on my ass, hands everywhere!
A fight broke out on the periphery, I saw Bob struggling to reach me, the music was too loud, I was screaming for help, more hands, men’s hands now, the women were being pushed away by them.
More fighting, my dress was torn away, I was in my panties and stockings, pushed down across a table, I was panicking, trying to fight them off!
Everyone had seemed so civilized, flirting and dancing peacefully. Now it was hell, war, I was sure I was about to be gang raped!
But then the bouncers moved in, clearing the floor. I was pulled into the back, where a man berated me in Thai. I didn’t need to understand his words to know what he was saying; I’d crossed some boundary and caused trouble in his club.
Someone found a cloth to tie around me, and they pushed me out the back door, into an alley. I was scared to death! Where was Bob?
There were a couple of women out there, tough squat looking creatures with close cropped hair.
“There she is!” I was sure one of them said. they crowded around. One of them spoke English.
“You’d better come with us.” She said.
There was a crowd of drunken Thai men on the next corner. I went along with the women.
Then I saw my friend Muoy, clearly searching for me; I was so relieved to see her there, one familiar face in a crowd of strangers, I felt as if I’d known her for years instead of just a few hours.
She threw her arms around me and we hugged as a few more women crowded around us protectively.
“Where’s Bob?” I asked her.
“I told him to go quick. He left with that ladyboy who started all the trouble.”
“Yes, that stupid cow who wanted to argue with me. Come on, let’s go to my place.”
Four of the other women came along; they were friends of Muoy.
After another frightening tuctuc ride, we arrived at an apartment block, and went upstairs to her small but nicely set out apartment.
I called the hotel, but Bob wasn’t there. Elizabeth said she could call him on his mobile phone. She sounded a bit out of breath. I wondered if I should tell her to warn Bob that the girl he was with was not a girl; but I decided to keep it to myself for the moment.
I put down the phone and turned around to find that they were all taking off their clothes.
Somehow I wasn’t surprised. There had been a certain excitement and familiarity between them, and I had already figured out that were all lesbians.
“Take your cloth off, join us!” one of them said.
She was pretty; she had her hair cut shoulder length, and a fine young face. She seemed so happy to be there with her friends, unembarrassed by my strange presence.
But I didn’t feel comfortable with this; despite all the flirting and girl/girl fun at the club, I was still the same Sonia I’d been the day before.
I withdrew into the kitchen and sat at a small table, but I couldn’t completely ignore what I could see through the open doorway in the living room.
Two of Muoy’s friends were in her age bracket, 40 to 50 years old [I find it hard to tell the age of oriental people], with short graying hair. The two others were markedly younger; barely my age, shining with the vitality of youth. Each of the younger ones seemed to be with one of the older ones; I realized that actually, I was Muoy’s young “date”.
The women laid out several mats and cushions on the floor, and a couple of them lay down and kissed each other, before the others started to lie down around them.
Unhurriedly, they began to kiss and caress each other; I had to admit, there was something very beautiful going on. I paid more attention now, giving up on my initial conviction to ignore their little orgy.
They spoke softly from time to time, and there was the occasional giggle, but they were mostly silent; the five of them curled around and across each other. There were no sudden movements; no urgent lunging or poking like a man would make.
Four of them seemed to converge on one of the older ladies who lay prone on her back; the others massaged and kissed her all over, two on her feet and two on her torso and face.
I was still shaken from what had happened in the club; at how quickly something fun and simple had changed to dangerous and obscene. But watching these women gently make love with each other soon soothed me; there was no danger here, no aggression or rivalry.
One of the younger girls dipped her head between the legs of the woman who was on her back, as the other continued to kiss and caress her. And after a while, she began to come. The others held her, kissed her, licked her; and her orgasm seemed to extend outwards and onwards, her pleasure extended by the intensifying attention of her four lovers.
Finally, she was through. They all relaxed for a moment, before she got up, and the other older woman took her place.
The scene was repeated; the kissing, the touching, the intense yet gentle sensuality of them.
My friend Mouy lay down to take her turn, and as they finished with her about 15 minutes later, one of the young women got up and came through to the kitchen.
“Come, join us.” She urged, a warm friendly hand on my shoulder.
She was very beautiful; so smooth and slim, her round naked rear so easy to reach, that without even thinking about it I found my fingers had strayed there. Her hair was long and utterly black, straight and gleaming in the soft light, her small pert breasts standing proud, her nipples hard and square.
She began to massage my shoulders, and I couldn’t resist her as she slipped the cloth I was wearing off my shoulders.
The other girl, with the shorter cropped hair, came in and pulled my coverings away. Her fingers traced down my breasts and belly, across my thigh.
I allowed them to pull me to my feet. They were so small, all of them; short like me, similar yet different.
One of them took each of my hands, and together they led me out into the living room, where the three older women were waiting for us, the central space on the mat empty for me.
I lay down without a sound, yet the excitement in the room was palpable. I was the newcomer; they knew each other well, this was clearly a regular ritual for them. But I was new. The European woman with the huge breasts was lying down amongst the lady lovers, to be enjoyed, consumed, used, and pleasured by them.
Hands on my feet, my breasts, my face. Soft pliant lips crossed my belly, found my mouth. Ten small hands, gentle hands, hands that would never hurt me; sensitive female hands, women’s hands stroked my body. They rolled me over and rubbed my back and ass; they rolled me back and one of Mouy’s friends took her place between my open thighs, and her mouth went to my waiting vagina.
I had never known that pleasure before then; Mario didn’t do it, and Bob hadn’t yet had the chance. It was nice, intense yet without the thrill of penetration.
They changed positions, another taking her turn, and of course they all wanted to fondle my big breasts all the time, kissing and sucking my nipples.
Mouy leaned over my face and kissed me. I noticed that she’d cleaned her mouth since going down on one of her friends earlier. I held her face and kissed her in return, marveling at the culture that had developed here, between these lovers. Tongues licked their way up my legs, the two young women working in synchronicity, each reaching my breasts at the same time, they each took one tit in two hands, and each took a nipple in their mouth, and sucked.
And then I was coming, my orgasm lacking the familiar penis to fill me, yet also lacking that hesitation and fear of the male organ, that knowledge of male seed, so wonderful yet dangerous.
My five lovers knew how to pleasure a woman though. The tongue between my legs wouldn’t let up, the hands on my ankles held me tight, Mouy pulled away just a little, and looked deep into my eyes as her friends made me come for longer than I had ever imagined possible, waves of tension and pleasure washing over me, passing through my body, and still they wouldn’t stop! Not until they had wrested every last iota of orgasm from me that they possibly could.
Finally, it had to end. My heart slowed again, my breathing began to return to normal. I had the feeling that I had just experienced something very rare, very valuable, and unforgettable.
I relaxed there for a few minutes, and then rose to let the next woman, the young one with the shorter hair, take her turn.
Taking my cues from the others, I joined in. I massaged and kissed her body, then her lips. I took my turn between her thin milk-coffee thighs, and I licked her juicy sex.
None of them were shaved like I was, but they had sparse straight black pubes that parted to either side, leaving the pink soft middle open to my tongue.
The taste was pleasant, but that wasn’t the point; the point was the pleasure, the love I was giving her.
They had told me their names as we left the club, but none of them had registered at the time [being unpronounceable to me didn’t help]. I had my face buried between the legs of a girl, a girl I had kissed and held in my arms, but whose name I didn’t know.
One of the other women took over from me and my inexpert licking, and I moved up and leaned over the girl, dangling my whoppers in her face. She took one in her hands and mouth, and soon she was in her orgasm.
I watched her face, the impression of intense concentration as she wallowed in her pleasure, without any hesitation or shame, accepting the administration of love by the rest of us as gracefully as she had given it earlier.
At last, all of us had been satisfied. We lay together for a while, naked and friendly, the Thai women talking quietly and giggling at the occasional joke.
One by one, they got up and dressed. We all hugged and kissed one last time, and the guests left, but for me.
“It’s a bit late to go back to your hotel.” Muoy said.
“I could go in the morning.” I replied.
She smiled, and led me to the bathroom.
We washed each other, the touch of our hands on the other’s body tranquil. Then we got into bed and she spooned up behind me. I was very tired; it had been a long day.
I’d been woken by Bob, and made love with him, the first time I’d been with anyone other than Mario.
I’d been shopping, almost had sex again with Bob, had a fight with Mario, been to dinner and then the events at the club.
And finally, that wild sex session with five Thai lesbians; and now, in bed with Mouy, a woman I’d only known since that morning.
Finally, I slept.
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