Where it happened: Thailand
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was a late bloomer at age 26. My experience with the opposite sex was very limited during childhood and youth as schooling then had segregated classes for girls and boys during grammar- and high school. I have only brothers and nephews – no girls my age in the family. After elementary school I choose scientific/physics/mathematics as subjects at college and those subjects where not popular by the girls. Following up with technical subjects at university, I naturally met only a few girls. My hobbies and interests then, was “somewhat nerdish” in line with my education – and I was happy with that at the time, not thinking much about being a virgin.
After university I got a well-paid and very interesting job in the service dept. of a company where I had to “travel the World” all the time. This job was also preventing me from developing relations to the opposite sex, as I was away most of the time.
In the mid seventies, just after the Vietnam War had ended, I had to go to Thailand and attend some equipment on a merchant ship loading the first commercial cargo at the Sattahip Harbour. The Americans in the US-base was then busy packing down their equipment and repatriating. Many American soldiers servicing the Vietnam War had local girlfriends or “travelling wives” and when repatriating, they where just “ditched” outside the Sattahip Base. I was later told it might have been several thousand girls.
Their situation was then rather desperate.
After a few days, I was asked by two of the ship officers to join them for some shopping ashore a Saturday afternoon. I accepted and off we vent.
Just outside the gate, may be a good hundred good-looking girls was “waiting for their pray” most dressed like hookers, but beautiful girls. We tried to struggle our way across the crowd, but all the time one girl would pull the shirt sleeve, pick your shoulder, talk to you or make her presence in other ways. I have never experienced anything like that, before or later!
We hoped that they would leave us alone after a time, but it just went on. Should we return to the ship – or continue as planned, we discussed.
One of my friends suggested that may be if we choose a girl for escort, the rest would leave us alone as “occupied”? The next 10 minutes, he was scanning the crowd and selecting a nice girl. Immediately after, he was left in peace but not the rest of us. My other friend also choose a nice girl.
I was still waiting to see if their selections would leave me in peace, but it was just intensified. I would not spoil my or my friends afternoon, so I scanned through the girls standing around me. Most dressed like hookers, with short dresses, high heels and a small bags , probably with necessities for the night.
We where not at that time considering spending overnight ashore with hookers, just some hours of shopping and may be a drink before going back in the afternoon.
I finally saw a nice girl standing a few yards away. She was smiling at me all the time with a beautiful smile, but not aggressive in her behavior. She was also not “properly dressed” with just a T-shirt, jeans and slippers. I asked her if she spoke English. She nodded and said “yes”, so I asked her if she would escort me for some shopping? She would and smiled just more. From that moment, we were left in peace with “our girls”.
My friends was somewhat astonished with my selection, but I explained that the most important for me choosing an escort girl, was to have one pleasant girl that not would think “business” all the time and was able to communicate.
After some shopping where my girl was “bargaining like hell” on my behalf with the shop-owners, we decided to rest a little at a bar. I was then able to communicate with her a little closer. Her name was Lek and she told she was 21 years old (but looked younger). She was, as I understood, a nanny at her sister who had a baby with a repatriated American soldier. They were staying together with some friends because they had no money for going home to their home town. I asked her about her “rates”. She just smiled and put a finger at my mouth and said “as you please”. I thought it may be improper to follow up the theme with further questions.
Now I could also see that she was very beautiful! Her clothes were not giving any benefits to her body, but I could see some nice tits and a slim, curvy body, well covered up. Her face was absolutely a Thai beauty you otherwise may see in fashion magazines and she had a very pleasant behavior with some of the traditional pride Thai girls often have and I respect and appreciate.
After a rest, we discussed to go to another and bigger town, as we would like to buy some ivory (legal then) we could not find in this town. The girls were asked to follow – and they all would. We decided to take a taxi, but even the biggest we could find, could not accommodate 6 passengers, so two of the girls had to sit on our laps in the back seat. I took my girl on my lap and off we went for an hours drive. She was rather light. Sitting with a girl on my lap, I naturally had to hold her waist and felt her pussy on my cook. My hand also slid naturally under her T-shirt and I was feeling her bare skin on her waist. She seemed comfortable with that and was sitting with her face close to mine, always smiling but not trying to kiss me. I could see my other friend in the backseat was involved in a much more “serious business” with his girl. My girl noticed and we both smiled.
Soon my girl was inspired to kiss me lightly and my cook stiffened. I am sure she could feel it, because she smiled still more and moved but made no comments.
After shopping, it was getting late in the afternoon and we were hungry. The town had a nice hotel built for American soldiers with low hut-like rooms surrounding a swimming pool. This was the days before mass-tourism to Thailand had bloomed, so the hotel was almost empty with no American soldiers or tourists. We had a short discussion. My friends were now eager to spend the night with their girls at the hotel, I was undecided – but would not “chicken-out”. We asked the girls to stay with us overnight and my girl was first a little reluctant, but decided to stay with me whatever I choose. I was beginning to “feel something” for her and was eager to see what that could lead to out of the situation? If I was going to loose my virginity today, this could be just as a good alternative as any other chances that may come?
We then had to do another round of shopping for the necessities of staying overnight. I would like to swim a little and needed some bathing shorts, my girlfriend needed then a bikini and some other beauty articles, if she was going to join me as I would.
I noticed in the shop that she was also looking at a dress, but put it back on the rack. Asking her if she fancied that dress, she nodded – so I bought it and some underwear for her. She seemed then a little astonished, but pulled me down and kissed me on the mouth to thank me.
Back at the hotel, she slipped rapidly into the bathroom and locked the door for changing to the bikini. When she came out, nothing could cover up her beauty, it was amazing! I had to change rapidly and try to cover my boner. Outside by the pool, my friends also acclaimed the looking of my girlfriend, asking me how I could see “that beauty” when I picked her up.
She liked to tease me in the pool, standing close to me and grinding herself to my body. When she felt my boner, she just giggled and kissed me.
When changing for dinner, she would lock the bathroom door again and shower, coming out in the dress we had bought. She looked wonderful, so I kissed her.
It was dinnertime, so we found a small restaurant close to the sea. It was quiet and I enjoyed the company and surrounding. I noticed that my girlfriend would start to leg-flirt me under the table, hold my hand and kissing me with growing intensity. I had not suspected that of a local hooker (if she was?). My friends decided to return early to the hotel to make out with their beautiful girls. We stayed back and had another drink alone and some more smalltalk. I was telling her about this is going to be my first night with a girl. She just giggled and I don’t think she believed me saying I was a virgin. Asking her about her experience as a hooker or escort girl, she would not answer but put her finger on my mouth as to stop the questions. We were enjoying each others company before we finally went back to the hotel, now hand in hand. By passing the door to one of my friends room, we could hear the activity inside – full action. She giggled and pulled me close to her. We continued to kiss and back in the room, I put my girlfriend on the bed trying to make her out outside her dress. She let me touch her boobies and I could feel “something” hardened inside her bra. When I tried to feel her up between her legs, she took my hand away and smiled to me and said “not now”. I continued French kissing and massaging her boobies outside her dress for a time and she was starting to moan.
It was time for her dress to get off. I helped her taking it off and continued feeling her up in panties and bra. After a while of petting, she took-off to the bathroom again to prepare for the night. She came out, wrapped in a towel. My turn in the bathroom. I stripped quickly and wrapped up as she had done, expecting she also was nude under the towel.
Back to bed, she was lying under the sheet, smiling and waiting for me. We continued where we left. I expected to find bare breasts under the sheet, but she had still her bra on – and panties. I could feel her hard nipples through her bra and after some more massage. I was able to slip my hand under the bra. Either she was a very good teasing hooker – or just an extremely shy ordinary girl, I never found out!
After still some massage. I was able to unhook her bra. -Time to investigate her boobs.
Now I could see what was so hard underneath. She had B-sized breast with areolas and nipples protruding at least one inch out in the air when she was exited. They were super-sensitive! I had immediately to kiss one of them, making her groan even more. After some minutes of kissing her breasts, she was whimpering and I continued exploring the rest of her body. Her panties was wet, I felt. This time, I was allowed to feel her up, first outside her panties. She would lightly spread her legs, giving me room to investigate. All the time, I alternatively kissed her breast and mouth, telling how beautiful she was.
I slipped a finger inside her panties. She was soaking wet! The foreplay had made me very horny and I felt I was close to coming without she had been touching my cook. I slid a finger in her soaking wet slit touching her clit. She was now quivering and moving her hip against my fingers. Now was the time for trying to get rid of her wet panties. No protests, she helped me by lifting her ass. This was the first time I had seen a completely nude woman – and she was waiting for me! Her juices had wet her pubic hair, so it was glistening in the dim light. She was spreading her legs to give me more space and I could clearly smell her pussy. I continued fingering her cunt and she went mad.
The sheet had now disappeared, I don’t think she had ever noticed? I soon took place between her legs and started to slide my cook in her slit. The feeling was sensational! I had never expected this! I was feeling the warmth of her body and her stiff nipples against my chest. Suddenly I felt her hands taking my boner and guiding the way up her warm and moist cunt. It was tight! I think about one inch slided in her, then it stopped. She was holding on my buttocks now. I could see she was biting her lips with a tear in her eyes. I kissed her and she suddenly pulled me into her. I felt my boner was fully buried into her tight cunt. The sensation was so overwhelming, I came instantly.
We were laying there for some minutes enjoying each other. She spoke some Thai to me, I did not understand. May be I had hurt her? I kissed her tears away and she kissed me. After I was limp, we went to the bathroom. This time we went nude, together.
I was allowed to wash her out and she washed and dried me.
Going back to the bed, I could see some traces of blood on the sheet. It seemed really impossible that I had taken her cherry, but her behavior earlier that day was somewhat peculiar for her to be a professional hooker, I thought? Off course, European males may have “bigger equipment” than most Asian males and I could have been widening her “love cannel” making her bleed, but I am not considering myself as particular big – just average? When I asked her about the blood, she would not answer, just put her finger on my lips and smiled.
We just started to fondle each other again. This time my girlfriend was not so shy anymore and stroked me hard again. I started out fondling her wonderful nipples and followed up “investigating where the blood came from”. Stoking her nipples and clit made her flow again. Her smell got me to kiss her cunt and taste her juices. Licking her clit really turned her on and soon she trembled and moaned. Suddenly, she pressed my head firmly down. I guess she had an orgasm?
She was ready for entering a second time. This time, I did not feel any obstructions as first time, but she was may be a little bit sore? She whimpered first when I entered her tight cunt, but soon relaxed. This time, was much better for me (and for her?). After some strokes, she began to follow my rhythmus. Then I started to feel a force clutching my boner, just like she was “milking” me with her pussy. I have never had this experience later in life, just with Lek! The sensation was, tremendous and after some minutes I felt the pressure was building up again and Lek was starting to spasm, tremble and moan, so I guessed she had an orgasm again? I trusted as far as possible up her pussy and came again.
That night we did not sleep very much – just making love and investigating each other.
Next morning my friends and their girls noticed us coming for breakfast. They all joked about my girlfriend now was walking with her legs far apart. After the two other girlfriends had a short conversation in Thai with her, they came over and teased me and we had some congratulations.
After another dive in the swimmingpool after breakfast, we had a new intercourse before going back to Sattahip together with the other friends. One of the officers was going on duty. She got the rest of my money. The amount should be able to support her for some months or travel back to her home town. She seemed rather uninterested in the money, just put it away without counting, like it felt embarrassing for her to take it.
In the taxi back I was thinking…. I was starting to love that girl. She seemed to be such a fragile, lovable person and I felt sorry for her and her destiny.
Bringing her home into a small place in Scandinavia, was not fair to her, unless we could be together all the time. With my present job I would be away most of the time, leaving her alone in a foreign country and not knowing the language. Moving to Thailand for me was not possible with my job. I was feeling both happy and depressed the same time. I think Lek understood me without asking? She was also very quiet the rest of the trip.
I was able to find some more work at that ship, so I could tell the office at home I had to stay there further on. I asked Lek if she would like to see me again in some days? I could see some moist in her eyes, but this question got her smile back again. She nodded and kissed me. May be she was getting the same feelings for me?
I was able to postpone my return for 6 weeks, finding new failures and problems I had to attend to, spending each weekend with Lek and some other nights during the week.
First night after, she brought “my money” back. I had to insist and explain I was making good money every day and did not needed them. They were just her money now. I think she put it away, but not using it? It seemed that she was very trustable, so for the rest of my time in Thailand, she took care of all my money as a better saver than me. I never noticed she used a single bath without asking me. A “professional lady” would have taken all and disappeared, I think?
The last farewell was full of tears and I will save you for that. I went back to Thailand on first opportunity the year after, but I was not able to trace her again. Sex tourism in Pattaya had just started and “the business” was very different and not attractive to me.
I have later been back occasionally, but she was lost. I often think about her destiny.
After 10 years I married a local girl at home.
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