I love Thailand. Being on holiday there is like being in a warm bath. It's relaxing, comfortable, and you can spend a lot of time almost naked. I love taking a week, going to one of the smaller islands and spending my days lying on the sand, reading trashy novels. When you start to get too uncomfortably hot, you just wander off to the ocean for a dip to cool down. When you start to get a little thirsty, that's exactly when, it seems, the drink seller comes buy with cold juices and water. When you start to feel a little hungry, why, then there's the fruit seller wandering over with fresh mango and pineapple, and it doesn't matter if you get juice all over you as you eat; you just dive back into the ocean again and clean off. And later, towards the end of the day, the older Thai women come around, offering hour long massages under the shade of a tree. Their hands are hard and strong, yet smooth from all the oil they've massaged into countless bodies over their years. Feels so good.
It was just after one of these perfect days on the beach. I had picked up a cold beer from the little store in the hotel, and gone back to my hut on the beach to shower off the salt and sand from my day on the beach. Now I was relaxing on the porch, watching the waves and sipping the cold beer. Though the sun was setting, the air was still warm, and I was dressed in a thin cotton tank top and wore a sarong as a skirt. I felt relaxed and content.
The hut next door to me had been empty the night before, but now I noticed damp towels hanging out to dry on the railing of the porch, and two pairs of trunks. New neighbors, obviously, though no one was in sight. I decided it was time for dinner, and wandered off to the hotel's restaurant, also on the beach, to enjoy fresh fish and coconut curry. As I walked to my table, I noticed two men sitting a few tables over. They were both attractive, one dark, one fair, well-built and both were watching me appreciatively as I walked to a table. I smiled over at them, feeling rather sexy in my thin sarong skirt and skimpy tank, the breeze gently caressing my skin.
After a delicious dinner, I bought another beer at the little store and wandered back to my hut. Once again I sat on the porch, listening to the waves and looking up at the stars. Soon I heard the low murmur of male voices. The two men I had seen at dinner wandered up the path beside my hut.
"Hi there," the dark one said, as he noticed me.
"Hey."
"I guess we're your neighbors," said the blonde.
"Welcome."
"Have you been here long?" the dark one asked.
"A couple of days. I'm here till the weekend." I replied.
"We've been trekking up in Chiang Mai," he volunteered. "Now we're in the need of some serious down time."
"Well, you've come to the right island," I told them. "No midnight raves here; it's very peaceful."
"Perfect," he said, grinning up at me. "We'll leave you to the peace of the evening, then."
"See you tomorrow, probably," I smiled back. "Good night"
"Good night." And they walked on past, to their hut. I watched them go, admiring the view of broad shoulders and nice legs. They both wore rather baggy shorts, so sadly, I couldn't really check out their asses...
I continued to sip my beer and gaze up at the stars. I squirmed a little restlessly... Warm nights and beaches and wearing scanty clothes always make me a little bit horny. Having two rather delicious neighbors was making all kinds of salacious thoughts drift through my mind. I'd never had two men at once but it was a fantasy of mine. Just the idea of being sandwiched between those big, muscular bodies, four hands roaming my body, two mouths kissing and licking and sucking various parts of me and two cocks.....
"Hey"
I jumped visibly; I hadn't even heard him approach. It was the dark haired guy from next door.
"Sorry!! I didn't mean to scare you."
"No, it's okay, I was miles away." Well, not really miles.... more like yards... in bed, with him, and his friend...
