The Beach House Part 1
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My first impression of her was nothing special, just that she was a prostitute or an overly friendly girl who hung around the street that we walked on our way back to the hostel every night. Four of us from the academy had a week off in summer, and we had decided to visit Thailand together. In the midst of such dense noises, in such a rugged part of the city, I couldn’t manage to pay her much attention. She followed us for a block, telling us, with an impressive accent, that her name was Grace, that anyone who was bored could follow her, boy or girl.
In the hostel room, we had only thin pads to sleep on, no air conditioner, and the whole depth of the night for talking, where Elizabeth made mention of “that creepy transsexual hooker.”
My stomach clenched. I hadn’t suspected such an idea, but once the idea was in the air, I couldn’t let it go. Even though Grace was beautiful, there seemed to be just enough of a male signature in her hands and jaw. Even with that startling realization, the two boys in the room spent the night arguing that there was nothing odd or creepy about her when she walked up to us; she was just offering what she had to offer.
Elizabeth took a stand against us. “Well take her up then, if you think that’s totally normal.”
“Maybe I will then,” I said.
She laughed. The conversation ended there, but my thoughts about her rolled on. I was driven in part by curiosity to see if she really was a transsexual and what the sex with her was like. In part I was driven by a spirit of adventure. I had already fucked plenty of girls since flying to Korea, got fucked by a man—what was next for me besides her? I was so turned on by the thought of taking her that I lay close to the wall and silently jerked off into a wad of tissues, right there in the dark room where three of my coworkers were sleeping. That was the kind of pervert Korea had turned me into, and I didn’t feel a trace of shame for it.
The next night, on our way back from the bar, I stopped in Grace’s path and smiled. “Good to see you again!” And she smiled back.
“Tim!” Elizabeth shouted. Everyone paused their stride, and she mouthed the words, no way.
Grace looked at the ground, with an awkward nervous smile. She had such small, feminine shoulders, a gorgeous set of black hair, with a few auburn highlights. While the others stood afar and Elizabeth laughed, she didn’t want to meet my gaze. I couldn’t go through with asking her to take me back to her room. I didn’t want to be another job for her, another customer looking to be taken to the thrilling side show. Everything about the moment felt wrong, and I was so taken out of myself that I could barely cut the conversation short.
“Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow. You should come to the bar with us.”
She didn’t seem to understand me, but she nodded anyways.
“Oh, thank God,” Elizabeth said as I caught up. “You’re just messing with me, right?”
I knew she was concerned because she had a crush on me that I didn’t have for her. But I didn’t mind using that to drive her a bit more crazy, saying, “maybe, maybe not.”
I gave the issue a rest for the next couple of days, so that when the others prepared for the hiking excursion to round out the week I could feign a terrible sickness that wouldn’t come into question—at least not verbally. I stayed curled up on my pad and described in detail how disgusting last night’s fish felt in my gut, that I definitely couldn’t go hiking. I didn’t look back at Elizabeth as she stood behind me and questioned. She was frustrated, jealous, maybe a bit disgusted—all which made me want even more to be left alone and to have the hostel room to myself for a night.
They left me to float through an afternoon of such uncertainty, where I changed my mind a dozen times on whether I should pursue her or not, and whether my motives were moral or perverted. I imagined the moment of unveiling a rock hard cock springing out from her tiny, feminine figure, and my blood surged with desire. In the late afternoon I jerked off in the shower to clear my mind, but less than an hour later I was horny again. I decided then that I had to have her. And I was going to treat her like a lady.
I came across her in the usual spot, took her hand to my lips, and led her into the cafe for some frazzled conversation. When she asked me to go with her to her room, I said, “For what?”
She smiled nervously. “For whatever you want.”
I wasn’t going to let the night resolve so easily for either of us. “But I want to go swimming,” I said. “Do you have a swimming pool in your room?”
“No!”
“Then come follow me.”
I didn’t wait for her to answer. I took her hand, and we kept our fingers locked as we walked through the muggy air. She was letting herself lose control, letting someone be a man for her for the night. I ignored her nervous ticks, massaged them out with charm. We got to the room and I rambled on as I changed into a swim suit right in front of her. She stared back at me.
“Oh, you don’t have a swim suit, do you? Here, borrow my friend’s.” I went into Elizabeth’s suitcase and took out a light blue bikini.
She laughed. “I can just watch you. I don’t want to swim.”
“No. Go. Go change in the bathroom.” I pushed her toward the door, and she obeyed. “It’s too hot to not swim.”
She emerged with her hands clenched in front of her lower region, never letting herself be fully exposed, though Elizabeth’s bikini fit rather loosely on her small frame. There may have been a bulge between her legs, maybe not. I used the moment to praise her sexy body. I pinched her soft elbows to make her laugh and tossed her hair behind her shoulders.
We headed out to the back patio of the hostel, where the pool was totally vacant and I was able to flirt heavily. I pressed my body against hers. I grabbed her waist and pulled her into my leg, feeling for an instant the lump that was indeed between her legs. But she still wasn’t comfortable enough to stay close. When the sun had drifted down and we grew tired, I sprang forward and kissed her. She recoiled back in surprise, but gathered herself and leaned in for more. We took on a passionate embrace. My hands slipped into the bikini, first along her hips, then she allowed me to slide them to her most intimate area, and I lightly pinched the tip of her cock to tease it out. It fluffed up a bit, but the coldness of the water kept us contained.
In a flash, we returned to the bedroom and got comfortable in the warmth of a summer night. I moved her to futon and continued our kissing, brought our waists close together, then I kneeled on the floor, hovering in the space between her legs, and slid my hand into the bikini. She leaned her head back and relented completely. Her dick fluffed up my hand, and I jerked her to a full erection, so hard that it pulled the bikini strings loose and sprang out of its restraint. I nearly gasped in awe at how big she was. I stroked her for a while, but I didn’t have much patience for foreplay tonight. And I felt she didn’t want much attention paid on that part of her body. I went back to caressing her around the neck and breast, which she responded to with much more enthusiasm. We shed the last two pieces of clothing on us and resumed making out. I felt a slight thrill at the tips of our dicks touching.
She pushed me back from the futon, onto my feet, so that she could bring her tiny mouth around my cock. She could only manage to take me in halfway, but still had a forceful suck that sent waves of ecstasy through my body. Beneath her nervous, intimidated veil, a cock hungry slut was beginning to emerge and ravage my cock. She put both hands in motion around my shaft and balls while she slurped at me and nearly sent me over the edge.
I threw her body back on the futon and took a moment to drag my fingers and gaze across her perfectly hairless body. I draped her legs over my arms and spread her wide, then pierced her slowly. She moaned in delight. I pushed deep into her searing hot ass and pumped slowly at first, letting her moans and hums dictate the speed of our pulse. We made a gradual transition to rapid fucking. I pressed my body forcefully into hers, with her knees pinned along the sides of her chest. Fluid seeped from the tip of her dick and slid all the way down her balls, onto my shaft. I fucked her so hard that her dick swayed back and forth, flinging semen at my crotch. Sweat glistened on every inch of our bodies. In a moment of little resistance, she gripped the tip of her dick. Before she could begin to stroke, I ripped he hand away and used my own to pleasure her. She moaned in response.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She nodded and hummed some sort of, oh yes.
On the verge of climax, I pulled out and pressed my dick alongside hers, using one hand wrapped around us both to bring us to fruition, in total union. A massive load erupted from us both, onto her belly. And when we caught our breath and calmed down, I used Elizabeth’s bikini to wipe off the mess.
That was it, the moment when I felt simultaneous pride and fear, that I had crossed almost every sexual border in a few months, and that I wouldn’t be able to contain a lust in me that would eventually spiral out of control. I didn’t want to become that type of guy. I didn’t know how I was going to curb my appetite. In the moment I made the decision not to worry, and just enjoyed the calmness of our moment together, my first and last night with Grace in Bangkok.
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