To my right was an ocean of clouds, interrupted only by the occasional glimpse of an Alpine peak. To my right was a beautiful blonde 26 year old girl, flicking through a magazine. In my hand was a glass of champagne, and ahead of me were ten days in Thailand including New Year's Eve at the fabled Full Moon Party on Ko Phangan. I smiled and sank deeper into my Business Class seat. Life was good.
And I had Literotica to thank for all of it. Ever since I posted my fictional series The Festival on this website about 18 months ago my life had completely changed. I'd received a huge amount of positive feedback from women around the world, and last April had met up with two girls in a hotel in Bristol for a mind-blowing threesome. I'd written that up in A Story, and since then had been deluged with enticing offers. I'd taken up a few of them, and where those involved had been happy for me to do so had written up a couple of them for Literotica.
Mostly though I'd continued seeing Louise. She was the blonde trainee solicitor in The Story. While Abby, the other girl in our threesome, had found a boyfriend soon after that night, and I'd never seen her again, things had developed with Louise. She'd come to visit me in Manchester and we'd met in hotels in Bristol. She lived with her parents near there, but I'd never been invited to meet them -- given what we got up to when we were together I wasn't altogether surprised!
We weren't an exclusive couple and she knew that I was seeing other people. I didn't think she was, but never asked the question. However, we were getting closer and closer, and I'd wanted to do something special for her birthday on Christmas Eve. Over dinner in San Carlo's in Bristol I presented her with two Business Class return tickets to Thailand with hotels booked in Bangkok and on Ko Phangan, for the New Year's Eve Party.
Her face had lit up with delight and she'd said: "Oh my God, Nick! I have always wanted to go to that!"
"Really?" I'd said with a smile. "You should have said." Since we'd watched some TV footage of it a few weeks ago she'd been talking about almost nothing else. Despite her sensible career, and fairly cautious approach to life, Louise was really into her dance music, and the clips of 20,000 people raving till dawn on a picture perfect beach had been her idea of heaven.
"We're going Business Class!" she'd said as she scanned the tickets. "I've never done that!" Then she'd run around the table to hug me.
"I love you, Nick," she'd said in her excitement. Then she'd frozen, an awkward silence descending between us. It wasn't the first time she'd said it, and each time I'd not responded. The truth was I just didn't feel that way about her. We had a great time together and the sex was phenomenal, but I wasn't sure it was love.
Looking deep into her eyes I'd cupped her face in my palm and kissed her deeply. But I never said I loved her.
Still we'd had a great night, and she'd been so excited, as she'd left for Christmas Day with her parents. We'd planned to meet at Heathrow on the 26th, and now here we were. We'd changed planes at Frankfurt, and had ten hours before we arrived in Bangkok. It was going to be the holiday of a lifetime.
"So," I said, leaning towards her. "You joined the Mile High Club yet?"
She turned to look at me, mock shock dancing across her pale green eyes.
"Nick!" she exclaimed. "You're a dirty young man, aren't you?"
"Not so young I'm afraid," I replied.
"Sorry, yes. You're thirty-three. Ancient. Could be my grandfather."
I grinned. "Thanks for that unpleasant image. So...." I nodded towards the toilet. "You up for it?"
She wrinkled her slightly freckled nose, and pushed her wavy, light blonde hair behind one of her ears.
"Not sure I really fancy it. In a toilet. You know what I mean? It's a bit gross."
I was genuinely deflated. I might have been approaching it casually, but I'd been thinking about almost nothing else for the last three days. The image of Louise propped up on the sink in the airplane toilet, me unbuttoning her blouse and landing hot kisses on her 32B sized breasts, flipping her skirt up and wrapping her long, slender legs around my waist, pulling her panties aside, and sliding myself deep into her hot, wet pussy. A sensation I'd had many times before, but never at 30,000 feet.
"Nah," she concluded. "I'm not really up for it."
I slumped down into my seat, and started grumpily pushing the buttons on my in-flight entertainment system. Louise went back to her magazine, and I silently complained to myself about how much money I'd wasted getting Business Class seats in the hope of joining the Mile High Club.
Ten hours later we landed, and emerged from the plane into the humidity of a Bangkok afternoon. I'd managed a few hours sleep on the flight in between films and my book. I was about ready to fall onto our hotel bed. Louise though had slept for almost all of the flight, and was raring to get out and see the sights.
So, we dumped our bags at the Peninsula, a five star hotel on the banks of the Chao Praya river, and headed out in a rickshaw to see the Royal Palace, Jim Thompson's House, several temples, and Chinatown, where we had some great dim sum. By the time we got back to the hotel I was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I woke up to see Louise, fully dressed, pulling aside the curtains.
"Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get up."
I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see the girl naked on this holiday.
"Ug," I grunted, and rolled onto my other side, covering my head with the blankets. I was tired and had a hard-on. She was going to have to do more than open curtains to get me moving today.
"Well I'm going out shopping. Do you want to come?"
"Shopping?" I poked my head out from under the covers, a look of incredulity across my rumpled features. "Are you serious?"
"Definitely," she said. "Bangkok is amazing for shopping. "You can stay here if you like. Hang out by the pool."
"Why don't you stay here too? You'll have more fun with me than in some boring shops." I raised a suggestive eyebrow.
She smiled, then kissed me on the cheek, saying, "Later." Then she was gone.
I lay on my back, letting out a frustrated sigh, and half-heartedly sliding a hand down to feel my morning erection. I considered tugging one off, but decided to save it for Louise. This surely couldn't continue. She had to have sex with me at some point.
Later that day, as I sat by the pool, pretending to read my book but really watching the gorgeous women gliding through the water, reclining cat-like on their sun loungers, all bronzed, toned limbs, and barely covered breasts, I started to think it had better be sooner rather than later.
There was one who really caught my eye. She was a redhead, probably no more than twenty years old, who was sitting the other side of the pool from me, so in perfect view of my surreptitious glances over the top of my book. She was wearing a small, tight black bikini that only just covered a tiny triangle of her full, pert tits. I guessed they had to be 38Ds at least. She was lying on her back, basking in the rays, and I could just see the outline of her nipples jutting through the material.
My eyes travelled down over her taut, flat stomach to the triangle of material covering her pussy. It wasn't covering much, so I guessed she must been shaven fairly close there. As my eyes trailed down her long, silky smooth legs I felt my cock throb in my swimming shorts. Shifting to get more comfortable my eyes met her's. We looked at each other for a few seconds, then she smiled, a beautiful smile with perfect, white teeth.
For the rest of the day we carried on looking at each other like that, flirting with our eyes but going no further. Once or twice when she swam over to my side of the pool, and hung nonchalantly on the edge, I thought about striking up a conversation with her, but decided against it.
Even though I'm not the best looking guy in the world, I'm not the worst, and my recent experiences have taught me that I'm much better than I thought I was at getting girls into bed. I'm over six foot tall and I work out three or four times a week, but I've discovered that words and ideas are much more effective than physical attributes at getting women into bed.
