I have been dreaming up stories for years but, until recently, none had ever been shared.
Inspiration for some of the people and events described is drawn from my own experience, but it is overwhelmingly a work of fiction.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
Prologue
After graduating with a degree in International Finance I had landed a great job at a major consulting company. After a period at head office in London I was posted to Singapore as a member of the regional team.
Friday
It had been a busy week, in a month of busy weeks, after a busy year. Apart from a few days visiting my mother back in England I had hardly had a break since moving to Asia. Don't get me wrong, I loved the job, the travel, the nice hotels, and the food. I was not yet 25 but I had been to places that many people still had on their bucket lists when they retired. But I needed a break.
My colleague Chau came up with the plan. We worked for the same consulting company, mostly dealing with regional clients. Hence the travel. We got on well and had fun on the evenings we weren't working late to meet some crazy deadline our bosses had committed to.
He had made all the arrangements and was vague about some of the details.
"Relax-lah! All you need to know is that you'll have a nice room, there's good food, plenty to drink, and maybe some company."
I knew the latter meant girls; I wasn't worried about that. We'd enjoyed some evenings together in the bars of Bangkok; I knew what Chau liked to do.
"Just tell me that I'm not sharing a room with you." I sighed.
He laughed, "certainly not, you snore too loudly for one thing!"
It was about five o'clock on a Friday afternoon; I was with Chau, on our way to a resort near the city of Chiang Mai in northern Thailand. Besides the driver there were three others in the minibus. James, an old friend of Chau's, a blonde-haired guy who introduced himself as 'Erik from Norway', and a woman named Emily, who was probably American or Canadian. I guessed that both were in their 30's. Nobody said much on the journey, gazing at the lush, mountain scenery instead.
After about an hour we drew up in front of a long, low building surrounded by a veranda. At the top of the steps was an older woman, several younger ones, and a guy. All were Thai, all wore traditional dress. They put their hands together, as if in prayer, and bowed their heads a little; a
wai
, the traditional Thai greeting. A chorus of "
Sawasdee kha
" from the women and "
Sawasdee khrap
" from the man, completed the welcome.
We all did the same.
The older woman said her name was Kai, and that she was the manager of Sabai Lodge. She explained that in Thai,
sabai
means to relax. Then she asked each of us our names and introduced our personal host, who would "look after" us for the whole stay; I knew what that probably meant.
My host was named Aom. In broken English she asked me to identify which were my bags. I only had one; I pointed it out and a wizened old chap attached a label. Then Aom led me to a large airy room at the rear of the bungalow. Presumably the main guest area. There were chairs and couches scattered all around, a large dining table at one end of the room, and what looked like a small dancefloor at the other.
Aom led me to a comfortable armchair then stepped away to fetch me a drink. The house stood on a ridge. From the window there was a spectacular view of the valley below, with more hills beyond. Night was falling and lights were twinkling in the gloom.
Aom returned with a beer for me and perched on the arm of my chair, leaning against me. She smelt wonderful.
By now all the guests had drinks. Kai stood in the centre and clapped her hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I am sure that you would all like to freshen up after your journey. So, your hosts will take you to your villas now and help you get settled in. Dinner will be served in this room at 8pm."
Aom led me along a path next to a row of small buildings, which I realised were individual guest rooms. She opened the door of the second to reveal an open-plan room, effectively a small apartment, with a large double bed, sitting area, dining table, and a bathtub. A wall of glass opened onto a balcony with an outdoor shower and hot tub. I noticed that the buildings were arranged so that it was completely private.
Back inside Aom began to undress me. She giggled when she saw my cock, already stiff in anticipation of what I thought would happen next. Instead, she led me to the tub and gestured that should I get in. The warmth of the water and the smell of the frangipani petals scattered on the surface was sensational.
Smiling warmly,
"sabai"
she said.
I laid back, watching as Aom undressed too. Kneeling at the side of the bath she began to wash me; back first, then my arms and chest, before reaching into water to do my legs. Finally, she climbed in too, indicated that I should stand and gently soaped and rinsed my cock and balls, occasionally reaching between legs to do my bum as well. Of course, I was completely hard by now especially as her head was inches away from my dick. She looked up, seeking permission I thought; I nodded.
Immediately she took the tip of my penis in her mouth, gradually swallowing more than I thought possible. Meanwhile, she played with my balls and arse. When one finger plunged into my anus I shot my load right down her throat. She didn't flinch. When I was spent, she released my cock and gently cleaned me again before gesturing that we were done in the bath. She dried me off then I lay down on the bed for a rest. I soon dozed off.
It was nearly eight when Aom shook my shoulder. She helped me dress in some clean clothes she had selected from my bag, then led me back to the bungalow.
Before long all the guests had gathered in the dining area. There were two older Japanese guys beside the five of us who had arrived that afternoon.
Kai fussed about, positioning us and our hosts, around the single long table. Other staff delivered a steady flow of food and drinks. there was an amiable buzz of conversation including one of the Japanese and several of the hosts spoke reasonable English. It was an enjoyable evening, but as soon as the meal was finished the couples started to slip away.
Back in my room I undressed quickly. Soon we were both naked, enthusiastically exploring each other's body. Aom was exquisite. Slim, but not bony, with small, pert breasts topped by tiny nipples, and a few tufts of hair above a cunt largely hidden by the surrounding mons. Gently I spread her lips to reveal her clit and vagina, thoroughly licking everything until she orgasmed loudly, clamping my head between her thighs.
Gradually she regained her composure, pushed me onto my back, and mounted me. I was surprised that her tiny frame could accommodate my whole cock, but it did. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed she rode me. Her cunt was so tight that I came quite quickly. I hoped that I would last longer next time.
Saturday
I awoke to the smell of coffee and could see a selection fresh fruit and rolls on the table for breakfast. Naked, we tucked in.
Afterwards, we screwed again. This time, as I hoped, I took longer to ejaculate.
~~~
That morning Chau and James were off for a round of golf. I don't play so Kai had suggested a visit to the city instead. Because Aom did not speak English very well Kai sent another host with us. Her name was Bum, which she told me means blossom in Thai.
For a while we wandered around the old city, Bum telling some of its history and pointing to interesting buildings. By then we hungry so headed for the banks of the river where we ate lunch on a shady terrace. A
farang
, a foreigner, sat between two young Thai women attracted quite a few stares, some noticeably unfriendly.
On the drive back to the lodge Bum's mobile rang. After a few words she passed it to me.
