Editor's Note: Over the next little while I am going to share some stories told to me by a girl I met in 2017 at a bar in Koh Pha-ngan, an island in the Gulf of Thailand just north of Koh Samui. Koh Pha-ngan is famous for its Full Moon Party with attracts upwards of 20,000 party-goers, sometimes more, every month. I met her in a bar on the outskirts of Thongsala, persuaded her to leave the bar and travel Thailand with me from Surat Thani to Hua Hin and on to Chiang Mai. In that time, I got her to share some of her stories. These are her stories, and my understanding of them. I remain in touch with her to this day.
Tell me about your first customer.
I had my first customer on my very first night in the bar.
He came into the bar with his drunk wife in tow. The man kept glancing at me. He would smile at me and I would smile back, but at the time I knew almost no English and I was very shy -- scared, really, this being my first night in the bar - so I didn't venture over to their table. After about an hour, the two of them left. I didn't think anything of it, but an hour later he returned alone and made straight for me.
He was a tall, strong, handsome man. He said his name was Paul, from Canada. I had heard of Canada, but I didn't really know where it was. All I really knew was that he seemed to like me, and that he seemed nice. We sat together, had a few drinks and played silly bar games.
Having spent most of my life in Phetchabun, I knew just a few words of English, so when he wanted to talk, we fumbled around with Google Translate. He asked me how long I had been working at the bar and I told him that this was my first night, that I hadn't had sex since I split up with my husband several years ago. He asked me if I had ever been with a white man. The truth was that I had only been with two men in my entire life, my husband and my first boyfriend. I was doing my best to answer his questions, but to him, I was fresh off the farm. He got up, paid the bar fine, took me by the hand and led me away. From talking with the other girls, I knew I was supposed to discuss price, but being new to the game, I didn't know when to bring this up, and knowing almost no English, I didn't know how... so I just went along, fearful but also excited at the prospect of what was about to happen, and hoping for the best.
He led me to a small motel not far from the bar. The room was basic, but better -- cleaner - than the one at the back of the bar where girls and customers went 'short time'. Once we were alone in the room, he picked me up in his arms, laid me on the bed and began kissing me. I hadn't been kissed in a long time. It felt strangely intoxicating. Here I was, a small Thai woman freshly arrived from rural Thailand, letting myself be embraced by a man I had just met, and not just any man but by a handsome and powerfully built 'falang'. Soon enough his hands began to wander. Through the material of my shirt, he fondled my tits, gently squeezing my nipples, making them stand proud. I confess it felt good. I could feel myself becoming aroused by the way he kissed me and toyed with me. I wanted him to reach under my shirt, and eventually he did. It had been years since I had been touched in this way, and the sensation of having this foreign man tease my sensitive and stiff little brown nipples was electrifying. I could feel myself starting to melt. This didn't feel like work. This was exciting.
After a while I felt his hand slide down my belly to my jean shorts, where he undid the top button and then tugged the zipper. Oh my God, it was exciting, to have a foreigner like him expose me in that way... but he was in no hurry. I felt his hand reach around to my bum and slowly inch my shorts down. I lifted my hips to help and soon they were off, leaving me panty-clad and ready. He stroked my thighs, seeming to admire the softness of my skin. I could hear my breathing becoming ragged. I wanted him to touch me. Instead, his plan was to tease me, to build desire... and it was working. Every time his fingers got close to my pussy, I rolled my hips in encouragement, only to have him pull back. No man had ever played with me in this way, and I loved it. Then he locked eyes with me, nodded his head as if asking for approval. I nodded back, and then I gasped as I felt him cup my pussy. He kept his hand there, applying rhythmic pressure to which my hips gladly responded. I was so hot for him. I had never been so hot for a man in all my life. I felt myself melt. I shuddered as a small orgasm swept through my body. What a sensation! My Thai husband had given me three children, but he had never been able to bring me to orgasm like my foreign lover had just done. This stranger from a far away land had me where he wanted me, and I was glad to be there too.
