I was on the tarmac in the airport in Bangkok. There was a line to board the DC 10 that would take us to Calcutta. I was 22 and on a journey from Bombay to London. Ahead were 3 women and I were the last of the line. I was young and gregarious then, and I asked them where they were going. She turned around and my heart skipped a beat. She smiled politely and said "Bombay".
"Well, that is where this plane was going but where from Bombay?" I asked as charmingly as I could.
"We are on an overland trip from Bombay to London".
The heavens opened up and the angels sang. "So am I!" I exclaimed excitedly. "My name is Tony." "I am Lyn". She smiled.
We did not get much of a chance to talk after this as we were in different parts of the plane. But I already noted she was travelling with 2 girls. No male companions. During the flight, I thought about my girlfriend in Sydney and how we have had a passionate 3 months together after meeting on a blind date. We made love in her car, in my car, on the beach, in the nurses' quarters, the students' quarters and in a hotel in the Blue Mountains the weekend before I left. Our sexual and emotional connection was instant and overwhelming. She described being swept off her feet and was disorientated for weeks although she had continued to work without problems.
She had stayed behind in Sydney to finish her midwifery course. There was never much discussion of her accompanying me across Asia to London. The farewell at the airport was heart breaking for both of us.
I was on my elective term in an undergraduate course in Medicine at Sydney University, and I was supposed to be gaining some clinical experience at a place of my choice. I had chosen a rural hospital in Chiang Mai, Thailand. I managed to get a document to say I completed 8 weeks of a clinical attachment in a rural hospital in Thailand. I had done 1 week there and concluded there was not much to learn there that was relevant in Australia. A small tip to the secretary was involved and postdated. No one checked in those days and the letter I got looked impressively authentic. The original was in Thai with a countersigned English translation typed underneath. I had intended to do the 8 weeks but this was what happened.
A week into the attachment, I woke up in a rural hotel in Chang Mai with 2 hookers in my bed. They had agreed to spend the night with me for about 25 USD each. We had met at a bar, and it had been a raucous night, with drinks and singing. My hitherto traveling companion, my friend at medical school, was about to spend 10 weeks at a local rural hospital, just like me. I had been trying to start a relationship with her for weeks, to no avail. That night, she hooked up with a tall blonde guy from Denmark, another student. With that, our friendship had ended. It was December 1975.
"You gurl fren, she no good. We take care you. My sister, she come with me. But no money, no honey." A young bar girl touched my inner thigh, brushing my rapidly hardening cock under neath the pants. She was smiling and welcoming. She was typical of northern Thai girl, dark skin, petite and with toes which suggested wearing shoes had been a relatively recent event in her life. Her sister was like her, a little younger but she did not know a single word of English.
I had the first threesome of my life. The girls were willing and energetic. I was too and made love to both twice. The "sisters" made love to each other passionately and I concluded that whatever the relationship, they were not sisters. It was the first lesbian sex I had ever seen and I became aroused and had to do one doggie style. Fortunately, I had not drank much and the sex lasted 2 hours with breaks. With my fourth orgasm, I finally felt asleep.
We had breakfast together. They insisted on trying the western breakfast of eggs, bacon and peas. They left, with an extra 10 USD each for the taxi. Scam it was but they were making a living.
