I figured her to be about 20, maybe a student on vacation. She was alone, one of the few Asians on the Phuket beach, and was noticeable amidst the Europeans in couples and groups. She wore a pink one piece swimsuit, unusual also, as most girls wore skimpy bikinis or thongs. Further down the beach was a clothing optional area. Officially it didn't exist, but the local cops eased off in return for discretion by the nudists.
Later on in the hotel bar I see her again, and accidentally-on-purpose jog her elbow, sending her bag and its contents flying.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, let me help..." and then I crouch to retrieve her possessions. We almost bump heads in the process. We stand, at 6'2" and 200lbs I dwarf her slim figure, perhaps 5'2" and 100lbs. I babble an apology; she speaks English with a slight accent I can't place, but not Thai. "Please, allow me to buy you a drink, it's the least..." She initially demurs, but finally accepts. She was after all on her way into the bar. We sit; I introduce myself using my current fake identity. We shake hands, make a little small talk, I lie that this is my first trip here, giving her the opportunity to play the tour guide. Her name is Angeline. I compliment her command of English, ask her where she's from. She is from Malaysia, but works for an American company in Singapore. She has been there for three years, and likes to travel as much as possible on her vacations. She always travels alone. She doesn't have a boyfriend. She doesn't normally talk to strangers. She is twenty-five. She tells me all this without prompting. She is nervous, afraid of silence. I nod and smile, make appropriate noises. She fills me in on the local bars and clubs she has visited on her three days. I tell her she has been very helpful, I also travel alone, apologize again for the accident with her bag, perhaps later we can have a drink...? She seems dubious. I tell her I will be at the bar at 8pm. I offer my hand, and walk away. I know she will be there.
At eight o'clock precisely I arrive in the bar. It is busy, but not crowded. I have dressed carefully, but casually. By eight-fifteen I am half way through my first martini and she appears. She is wearing a silk strapless dress that is just a little too much for a casual drink. I know she is nervous, trying too hard.
"How nice...you look lovely...join me."
She blushes at the compliment, accepts a martini, possibly her first ever, and more chit-chat. Two martinis later and she is feeling no pain. She is so inexperienced in everything.
We decide to have dinner, wine, and liqueur to follow. She is a little flushed, trying to control her giggles, and I know how the evening will continue. She will have more experiences than she expects.
There is a band and we dance. A little champagne, and finally she must say goodnight, thanks for a wonderful time. I see her to the elevator, to her door, help her with her key, and we kiss for the first time. I edge inside the door and push it closed with my foot. She looks around as if surprised we are in her room already, and puzzled at my presence. She offers a weak "Goodnight" and a vague gesture toward the door, but now it is time to end the pretence and get down to business.
"No more teasing Angeline, my little angel. You want romance and adventure, but you're gonna get a good fuck from me, little girl" I growl at her. Before she can reply, I clamp one hand over her mouth and tear her dress from her breasts. She is wearing a little lacy bra, so innocent and virginal it is a cliché. She make tiny fists and beats my chest like the flutter of a moth's wing. I spin her around and push her face down on the bed and ate the same time complete the destruction of her dress. She is now wearing only the bra and matching lace panties. I drag at the bra and it snaps easily in my hand. She is sobbing, "Pleasepleasepleas..."
