As if on cue the Thai men jumped on their bikes, revved them up and off they went into the night, leaving me standing there with the three Thai ladies. One of them passed the whiskey bottle to me, and I pretended to drink from it in order not to refuse their hospitality, but in truth I don't drink whiskey. The one with her arms around me said her name was Na. Na continued fuss over me, and hug me like she never wanted to let me go. "Where you go?" she asked. I told her I was out for a walk, and she said I go with you." I could see where this was going, so attempting to break free from her grasp, I told her, "Really, I'm just going for a walk. I'm not interested in having any company. I've already been with a woman tonight. Been there, done that, just out stretching my legs. So sorry, ladies, have to be taking my leave now. Bye, bye." Just as I broke free, the bottle came my way again, and I declined, insisting, " I don't really care for bourbon, sorry about that." Na looked at my with that big-eyed hurt little girl look. She was strikingly pretty, not a perfect hard body like Ann, a tiny bit soft around the middle. a little more cushiion in the backside, but, all in all, a lovely girl. "Please, sit down and talk to me, just for a little bit," she pouted and directed me to a bench, where one of the ladies had taken a seat. Well, what can I say, I'm a sucker for the poor little girl routine, so I thought, "What's the harm in chatting for a few minutes?" After all, I was quite flattered by all the attention from 3 pretty young ladies. It's not as if I ever get this much attention from this many lively, giggling, full of life girls in their early 20's in a month of Sundays back in America. To be sure, the real reasons I didn't care to go with her were two: 1) I wasn't sure I could get it up again after the workout I had just finished with Ann a half-hour before, and 2)I didn't really want to spend another 50 or 60 dollars in my first 10 hours in LOS. At that rate, I'd be broke before long, and really, there was plenty of time for sex tomorrow. I didn't need it all in one night.
So I took my seat, and Na planted herself on my lap. She began cooing sweet murmurs in my ears, vague bits of English mixed with Thai, strange words like "tee-luck" and "khun swai" mixed with English words like "don't want me go with you" and Thai again "tammai, chan my lu". It was all very seductive and intoxicating, and all the while I joked with with her friends, who giggled and passed the bottle and seemed quite delighted with this sweet, crazy scene, as if it was some cheap script from some unpublished play, but really, no one could have imagined this dialogue or this scene which seemed so much like a suspension of time in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, and four nobodies having just the sweetest, loveliest time laughing at the ludicrousness of ourselves. It was perfect.
Na's plush ass working itself subtly against my thighs began to have an effect on me, as suddenly my little buddy "Leroy" stood at attention and announced to me that he was very anxious to make the acquaintance of the lovely Na in a more intimate way. I could feel my resolve growing weaker as LeRoy grew stronger. My first objection was answered and firmly rebutted. Then Na so softly, so tenderly persisted, cooing to me, "I go with you. OK? Yes. You say yes. OK? OK? Yes, yes!"
Even as my body relaxed, my devious mind was working feverishly, as resolve debated with desire. Then a little light went on in my head. Well, it couldn't hurt to ask a question, could it? So I said, " Well, you are definitely not going with me, you understand, but, just hypothetically, if I was to let you go with me, which I am absolutely not going to do, of course, then how much would it cost me? Now, if you can make any sense of that last sentence, then you are definitley not as inebriated as Na was on that night, and probably have a much better grasp of the English language, as well. And we might have sat there until daybreak, her hugging me as she languished in her coaxing, cooing stupor, and I in my indecisiveness, had it not been for the timely intervention of the lady then sitting to the right of me, who, I by that time I had realized was no lady at all, but rather a ladyboy, for, in answer to my last query to Na, which had failed to pentrate the fog in Na's head, the ladyboy quietly, but clearly said, as she put her mouth close to my other ear, "A Thousand Baht, she's yours."
"Jesus," I thought, "That's less than $25. I can't fill my car's gas tank for $25. I guess I don't have a choice in the matter." And with that, I uncermoniously stood(dumping Na to the sidewalk in my unthinking haste), and said, "Let's go, Na. You go with me." Na leaped to her feet, her spell-like stupor broken as if by magic. She hugged me, kissed me, all the while squealing with glee like a 16 year-old who's Daddy just told her she is getting a brand new Porsche convertible for her birthday. It was a scene of joy and good cheer all around. Her best friend was happy for her. LeRoy was thrilled, to say the least. And the ladyboy(who was one of those homely ones who will never ever attain any true semblance of a real woman) sat there with a sweet, sad smile on her face, happy to play the role of Cupid in this sad, silly drama. And I, Let's just say that I was happy for all of us. Happy to produce this lovely little melodrama on the mere budget of 25 whopping big dollars. And I didn't have to buy the drinks or pay a barfine!
And off we went, down the yellow brick Thanon Rat-U-Thit to Jalanya Guesthouse. And this is where it gets just a wee bit kinky. For sex with Na couldn't have been much more different from what I had experienced less than an hour before with Ann. With Ann, she was in charge, giving orders, calling the shots, setting the scenario. With Na, the roles were reversed. In moments from when we entered the room, I had her stripped and on her knees, quietly begging me to suck my ****. And, yes, I did make her beg for it , for that was half the pleasure. And much to her credit, Na was a diligent student. She followed orders well, and needed little correction, or, how should I put it, "discipline." Before long, I was merrily humping away as I held the back of her head tightly, without so much as a stifled word of protest emanating from her busy throat. And I say, without shame, that it was a glorious feeling. :happyi:
But I certainly didn't intend to let the story end there, so I tore myself away, much to her disappointment, and ordered her to get up on the bed on her hands and knees, facing away from me. It's at moments such at that, that one appreciates the advaneforum.xxxes of, shall we say, a plush ass, a real woman's ass, and hips that give a man something to really hang on to while he does his thing in the manner of the canine species. You can have your pretty little things with the delicately chiseled faces and the hips as narrow as a twelve-year-old boy's hips are. But Na, bless her little soul, Na had that womanly kind of ass and those womanly kind of hips. And here's where I am embarrased to say :embrassed (to be continued).