Chapter 4: Arriving in Bangkok
Once I cleared Immigration, the director of the school met me in the waiting area. My initial reaction to her was one of surprise. From her letters, I assumed that the director of the language school was a woman in her mid to late 40's. The woman standing in front of me was in her mid 30's and quite a bit more attractive than the shriveled up old prune I had imagined. Her name was Cynthia Miller. Cynthia was short, about 5'3" with a large bone structure. This didn't mean that she was fat however. From what I could tell, Cynthia seemed quite toned and she did her best to conceal a large set of boobs. This was going to be an interesting year already, I thought to myself.
I was asleep as soon as Cynthia and I loaded up the school's van and headed for the school. Between the jetlag and my wonderfully draining experience with Sue and Angela, I had nothing left and needed to recharge my batteries. The director seemed to understand my exhaustion and left me to sleep until we reached the school and the teacher's lodgings. She shook me gently as we arrived at the school.
I followed Cynthia up several flights of stairs into an apartment building. On the third floor, we stopped and she opened the door with her keys. I followed her inside wearily. At the moment, I seemed to have the apartment to myself. I remember Cynthia saying a few things before I collapsed on the bed into a deep sleep.
Luckily, Cynthia had left a short note outlining the things she had mentioned the previous evening. First and foremost, she told me get some rest to try and shake the jetlag. Later that day, Cynthia promised me a tour of the school as well as showing me a good place to eat. She told me not to worry about teaching right away. The language school was in between terms and would not need me for another week or so. Cynthia said to use the time I had to do my best to become acquainted with the area. She promised that she and the other teachers would help me to find all of thing things I needed to become comfortable in my home for the following year. Attached to the short note was a hand-drawn map showing me how to get from the apartment to the school. The map also contained the hours that the school maid cooked meals for the teachers.
I glanced at my watch and discovered that it was still on Seoul time. Luckily, a clock on the wall help me figure out what the correct time was. I adjusted my watch quickly. I then felt at least partially ready to challenge waters previously uncharted in my experience.
Before I went outside, I tried to familiarize myself with the apartment. The apartment contained four beds, all of which seemed unoccupied. Closer inspection revealed that the wardrobes and dressers were empty save a few odds and ends previous teachers had left behind such as toothpaste and soap. The bathroom was in the front left corner of the apartment. On the left side of the small bathroom was a showerhead sticking out of the wall. The other side consisted of a small sink and a toilet with several racks for towels attached to the wall. The wall between the shower and the toilet contained several things. A small medicine chest with a mirror on the front hung from the wall. Several feet to the right of that was a mysterious pipe (I would figure out later what the purpose of it was). A rod from the left wall to the right wall housed the shower curtain. I felt content with my tour of the apartment and decided to see if I could clean myself up and be ready for the next meal that the school's cook would be preparing.
I resolved to fully unpack my stuff after I had a good meal in my stomach. For the moment, I took out a change of cloths as well as a towel for a shower. Right away I discovered that there was no hot water. The cold shower made sure that I was absolutely awake. I dressed quickly after my shower eager to see the school as well as eat a solid meal.
On my way down the stairs, I made a pleasant discovery. Coming down the stairs, I heard the sound of a shower running. I didn't think much of it until I walked past a certain point on the stairs and noticed that I could see into the shower stall. My luck would figure that it would be some fat Thai guy taking a shower, I thought to myself as I tried to rediscover the best angle for viewing. To my pleasant surprise, a beautifully petite Thai woman was showering. Her skin was absolutely a mouth-watering deep tan color. Her feminine hourglass figure revealed the tan lines of a one-piece bathing suit. Initially, my Thai goddess was turned away from me. I drank in the petite curves of a beautiful ass. When she soaped her back, I got a view of her perfectly proportioned breasts complete with bullet shaped nipples made hard by the cold water. A well-trimmed mane of black pubic hair covered her female charms. Her lower lips poked out of the hair ever so slightly. I thought I might miss out on the full view of her female charms until she pulled them open and cleaned inside thoroughly. By now I was painfully hard inside my pants.
My show wasn't quite over. The bathing beauty before me proceeded to give her behind the same treatment as her pussy. She slowly pried her asscheeks apart and cleaned between them thoroughly. I watched in silent appreciation. She then moved like she was finishing her shower, so I went back up the stairs as quietly as I could.
I waited what I thought was a reasonable amount of time and then headed down the stairs again. To my chagrin, my bathing beauty was coming up the stairs. This time she was wrapped in a sarong. She gave me a beautiful smile as she walked into her apartment. I continued walking over to the school amazed by the scene that I had just witnessed.
