A Four night Education in Bangkok
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The elevator pinged and I stepped out on the 10 th floor of a very elegant and upscale landing. The neon, noise and chaos of the main street of Ratchadapisek, one of Bangkok’s main arterial roadways, gave way to a very plush and muted ambience as I approached the ornately carved mango wood front doors of the Bangkok Gentleman’s Club. The beautiful hostess at her podium greeted me and ushered me in.
Upon entering, the waft of cool air-conditioned air was a welcomed relief and I found myself instantly relaxing. The lavish lounge before me was a sight to behold; it was beautifully decorated with dark mahogany wood panels skirting all along the walls and low lighting to offer privacy and mystery. Along the perimeter of the lounge were leather-upholstered booths with dim mood lamps to obscure the furtive gropes and caresses of visitors letting loose their inhibitions with the hostesses. It all had the air and essence of discrete decadent indulgence.
However, what immediately caught my eye was the main center stage, occupied by about twenty or so gyrating young, firm, female bodies. There were two rows of girls dancing to the beat of pulsating lights. It bathed the whole lounge in hues of red, blue and violet, as if signifying the throb of lust and burgeoning emotions within.
All the girls on stage were in tiny white “uniform” bikinis. They all also had on white knee-high boots with about three inch heels. The boots accentuated their long slender legs, which naturally drew your eye up to the small thongs that barely covered their delicates.
As the girls hypnotized their captive audience with their languid and sexual movements, they would occasionally turn to reveal round, firm, apple bottoms that were contrasted by the thin white line of their thongs disappearing into the cavities of their butts.
Even before I had taken my seat, I was already captivated.
I was taken out of my stupor by the concierge, a fit, well-built, well-dressed Thai man in his late thirties, who spoke quite decent English with a forced American accent. One look and you can tell that behind the formal pleasantries was a bouncer that had seen many a guest who tried to prove their masculinity against him. It didn’t look like he lost very much.
He gently made contact, by touching my elbow, flashing me what seemed like a genuine smile and welcomed me to the club. I must have struck him as a little nervous, as I flinched a bit, but quickly recomposed myself. That, however, was enough of a cue for him to know that it was probably my first time in such an establishment.
“Ah, sir, welcome to the Bangkok Gentleman’s Club,” he beamed warmly. “Please sir, I am Phram, your host for the evening... please come in.”
His warm demeanor was genuine, though I knew that if I ever were to misbehave I would see a different side of Phram. Nonetheless, I extended my hand to him. “Nice to meet you, I am Josh.”
“Welcome Josh, is this your first time here?”
“Yes it is, it is also my first time in Bangkok.” I said with a sheepish smile.
“Ahhhhhh...” Phram said with a knowing nod, understanding my nubile-ness to this otherwise long standing institution of marriage-saving or marriage-wrecking.
“In that case my friend, please let me be the first to welcome you to our club and to Bangkok!
“As you can see, it is a quiet night,” Phram continued, and he was right, the club was only half full and there were many available seats. “Please, choose any seat you like and seeing as how it is your first time, let me buy you a drink, on the house! What can I get you?”
“Um, how about a double Baileys on the rocks?”
“Excellent choice!” Phram snapped his fingers and a waitress appeared out of the dark. He spoke quickly in Thai to her; she nodded and left to fetch my drink.
The whole setup of the club and concierge was made to give you the impression of a true upscale gentleman’s club, where one could be led to believe that things were all held to a higher level of awareness and decorum. It was also implicit that all the indulgences, if conducted within the confines of stately interior design, would be proper, permitted and sanctioned. I, for one, was already starting to believe that.
I chose one of the booths that gave me the best view of the stage, a place where I could also survey the whole lounge and yet not be the center of attention. Sitting in the low-lighted, out-of-any-main-sight-line booth gave me a sense of security, as I was already finding myself venturing way beyond the boundaries of my known safe haven called marriage.
“Please take your time sir, you can just look as long as you want. If you see a girl you like, just let me know and I can bring her to you.” With that, Phram gave me my privacy and left me to be mesmerized by the entrancing sights and beats of carnal desire.
********
It wasn’t long before one of the girls began to stand out and caught my eye. She was a sight to behold; the kind that instantly created a knot in your solar plexus, as she met all your ideas of perfection and you could potentially have what you’ve only ever fantasized about without any need for competition or rejection.
Minh, as I later discovered her name, was dancing in the back row. She seemed to be lost in her own movements, seemingly at one with the sexy music pulsing and reverberating in the club. She was slender, leggy and beautifully proportioned. Her hair was straight, long and jet-black; it starkly contrasted her fair and flawless skin. The Thai culture prized fair skin women and Minh was no exception.
I caught the Phram’s attention and, over the music, relayed to him my interest in Minh. She wore a number tag on the side of her extremely small thong. He nodded and I watched him approach the stage.
This act of ordering and purchasing physical desire at such a pervasive level, was something I was not accustomed to. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my moral compass was twitching, but then again, so was my penis and it seemed to be a much more persuasive guide at this moment.
The girls momentarily slowed their dancing as they saw Phram approach them, it was evident he was about to pick someone, meaning a fare for this otherwise quiet night. He pointed to Minh, she smiled and touched her chest in appreciation of being chosen, he took her hand to help her off the stage and led her back to my booth.
My eyes were locked on her the whole time. She was taller than most of the girls. She had a long slim torso with beautiful lines running parallel along her very taut abdominals. The kind of lines that created a V, that naturally led your eyes down to the beautiful mound, barely hidden in the triangle of her white thong.
Minh’s features were distinctly different from the rest of the girls. Thai girls could sometimes look like effeminate men. Some of them have square jaws or aggressive eyebrows that somehow gave you a sense of doubt as to the sexuality of the person. Not with Minh. She was all female and practically perfect.
As she slid into the booth next to me, I could make out her features a lot better. She looked to be in her mid twenties, had a strikingly beautiful face, bright engaging eyes, a wide captivating smile and full, all natural breasts. She was the type of beauty that made me feel like a commoner in her presence. The kind you only see in centrefolds, and yet, here she was, sliding up close to me. I had a lump in my throat.
“Ah, Mr. Josh, it is, um, normal to buy the lady a drink.” Phram said. I came to find out, that in such establishments all over Bangkok, you paid for the girl’s time by buying them a lady drink, to which she got a small commission from the drink, or drinks, the guest buys for her. And before I even had the chance to ask for the waitress, she appeared out of the dark again to take my order. The routine here is a well-set one.
Minh smiled warmly at me and slid in right next to me until our thighs were touching. The immediate intimacy and crossing of personal boundaries caught me off guard, I found myself stammering as this statuesque beauty entered my personal space. There was no warm up; she was just there, up close and intimate. It was not something I was used to or was ready for. It has been so long since I felt such surges of emotion. My heart was in my throat, my gut was in a knot and my erection had grown instantly. It was that kind of a night, and I had just barely sat down.
The adrenaline dump from the proximity of her presence was quite intoxicating. My nostrils unconsciously flared; my rising sexuality and the energy of sex became very tangible. Although Minh was not a “pro”, meaning she was still somewhat new to the business, she had been with enough men to recognize the primal signs of a male in a heightened state of arousal.
Without missing a beat she reached out and placed a hand on my thigh, and, as if pretending the music was too loud to talk over, she leaned in close till her nose was brushing up against my ear. “Hi, I’m Minh. Nice to meet you,” she said.
At this point all my attention in my mind’s eye was on the warmth of her hand on my thigh and the surging eroticism gathering in my loins. I was also completely taken by her extremely overt gestures as well as how close her practically naked and divine body was to me. My throat clenched and my carotids pulsed vigorously.
By now the adrenaline has had its full effect on me. My vision began tunneling, the periphery of the lounge began to slowly creep inward in my mind’s eye and all that remained was Minh the Goddess who sat astride me. The music was now a dull thud and the only beat that was playing was the blood gushing through my veins in my ears.
I found my left arm reaching up and around Minh’s back until my hands found the wonderful curve of her slender waist. If it was possible, I pulled her even closer to me. This time it was she who unconsciously gasped a bit from my newfound bravado. As we both locked eyes, I felt her hand move much further up my thigh, but still keeping its distance from my now fully swollen crotch. Minh openly look down and took in the effect she was having on me. She squeezed my thighs even more.
Unbeknownst to me, there was a Western couple sitting across the room who were watching our erotic tryst unfold. They frequently leaned in and whispered in each other’s ear without taking their eyes off the scene of the handsome mid forties man with the beautiful young dancer. The club often had curious couples coming in to investigate this unique phenomenon of freely open sex for sale. Some couples also came in to find themselves a girl for a threesome for the night.
With Minh so close to me, I could feel the full outline of her beautifully developed breasts pressed against the sides of my ribs. It was barely covered by her small white bikini top. In fact, all the top did was enhance the fact of how much of it was flowing out in every direction and how wonderfully round and pert they were.
She turned her torso toward me some more so that she was able to slide more of her breasts seductively against me as she once again leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“Where you from handsome? Whass your name?”
This time it was my turn to lean in close and whisper back, all the while taking in the beautiful features of her fair skin and striking face as my nose nuzzled her lobes.
“I’m Josh, I’m from America,” I said breathlessly.
“Oh, nice to meet you, this your first time in Bangkok Josh?”
The play of speaking-in-ear-while-breathing-in-each-other’s-scent began its sexy volley.
“Yes, it is my first time here. I’m so glad that I got to meet someone so beautiful as you.”
Minh giggled, “Oh thank you, you so sweet.”
At this moment, I caught myself thinking, how many times must have she heard this line from middle aged men such as myself trying to make an impression? How pathetic this must have sounded, if it weren’t for the fact that testosterone and adrenaline have already fully clouded my senses and self-respect.
“Are you married Josh?” Minh asked, all the while locking eyes with me while expertly caressing my thighs.
“Um... yes I am... is that okay?” I nervously replied.
Is that okay? Why am I asking her if that is okay? Like as if I was on a real date or needing her permission? Have I been reduced to this schoolboy simply by the lust I am having for this woman? Is the act of coming all the way to Thailand, so that I can openly and consciously procure beautiful young girls for my own sexual gratification, playing tricks with my conscience? I am really feeling this guilty?!
In spite of my struggle, I found my unencumbered right hand reaching up toward Minh’s chest and slowly dragged the knuckle of my index finger down the middle her cleavage. The flesh of both her breasts parted slowly as my fingers passed between the gateways of heaven. Minh, in turn reached up and slowly stroked my jawline with her fingers.
“Josh,” she said with a seductive smile, “I make you forget about your wife?”
Gulp
She always seemed to be one step ahead of me. I was exposed! This time, during her whisper she parted her lips and slowly sucked the lobes of my left ear, escalating the intensity. My eyes rolled back into my head.
Upon recovering, I turned to face her, the tips of our noses passing each other’s, our lips dangerously close to tangling in a kiss. I returned her affection by doing the same to her right ear. Gently taking the lobe in my mouth and playing with it. Making small sucking sounds as I administered pleasure to her.
Minh’s eyes closed as a wave of goose bumps traveled across her neck. Her sensitive skin responded to the warmth and pleasure of my lips. I was also keenly aware that her chest started to heave a little more as the sexuality now started to build within her.
As she felt my experienced moves, she began to realize that perhaps I was more than just another patron. This guy had something more to him than the standard pale face. I peaked her curiosity.
Now it was my turn to take the reins. As I nibbled on her lobes, I reached down and took her hand and placed it on my full-engorged erection. Her fingers hesitated for a moment and then she realized my intent and began her slow massage of my hardened cock. My erection had grown to such a state that my pants were pretty tight and Minh could not get her hands around my shaft, so she did her best by rubbing my length and noticing the very wet spot that had formed near the zipper.
With my free hand, I reached down and slowly parted her legs and slipped the wedge of my hand right up against her very warm mound. Minh cooed in my ear, expressing her pleasure, as I returned her massages in kind.
As we got bolder, Minh reached out with her finger and pulled my chin to her mouth and gave me a slow sensuous open mouth kiss. I felt her tongue snake in between my lips and started to explore the inside of my cheeks. In turn, I would suck on her wet tongue as my hands slowly rubbed her now moistening pussy.
In the midst of our open display of affection, the waitress arrived with our drinks without either of us noticing; on her part, she barely blinked, as this was simply yet another night, in a club, in Bangkok. There was nothing she hadn’t seen in the years she had worked there.
*******
Minh and I broke from our passionate kissing, looked down and realized our drinks had arrived. We both giggled at the fact that we got so lost in our reverie that we hardly noticed the world around us.
With my hands still around her svelte waist, her burgeoning breasts pressed against my ribs and her hand openly on my crotch, we reached for our drinks and toasted each other.
“I’m really happy to meet you Minh.”
“Me too,” She said genuinely. “You seem like good man Josh and also good kisser,” she chuckled.
We sipped our drinks, all the while staring into each other’s eyes. Though I knew I must be one of many men she had been with, I did feel a genuine connection with her, I felt easy and aroused and I wanted more.
As we finished our drinks, Minh leaned in and rested her chin on my shoulder.
“Josh, what you want to do now?” She said seductively.
“What do you think we should do?” I flirted back in kind.
“You take me home Josh, long time.”
Long time in Bangkok means that you take a girl home for the night, as opposed to short time, which meant a quickie.
When Minh said she wanted me to take her home, there was something more in the way she spoke. It was not so much a request rather than an offer and somewhere, it stirred a long lost desire.
I looked over at Phram who was standing at the entrance; I caught his eye and waved him over.
“Yes sir?” he smiled, “How are things? You are enjoying?”
“Yes I am Phram. Can I get the bill and I would also like to pay the bar fine for Minh, long time please.”
Phram smiled a knowing smile.
“Ah! Excellent Mr. Josh. I get your bill!” He said approvingly. I was glad he approved, somewhere it eased my conscience.
For the uninitiated, the bar fine is the fee you pay the establishment when you want to take a girl home with you. It is to compensate the bar for losing a girl for the evening.
After Phram left to get my bill, Minh squeezed my hand and smiled at me.
“I glad you chose me Josh. You seem like good man. I like you very much.”
I don’t know why, but my heart started to flutter.
“I take care of you tonight handsome. I want to do something very special for you.”
“What is that?” I enquired.
Minh leaned in close to my ear again and spoke, “Tonight, you are not married, only single man for me.”
With that, she slid out of the booth to change into her street clothes, and I was left with a great sense of anticipation as I settled the bill with Phram.
Minh appeared within a few minutes in regular clothes, slipped her hand into mine, and we walked out of the club like an amorous couple.
“Enjoy Mr. Josh, take good care of Minh.” Phram said, as he held the large mango wood doors opened for us.
“I will Phram, I’ll take good care of Minh.”
I felt her squeeze my hand, and we began our journey way back to my hotel, to forget about being a husband and remember what it's like to be a man again.
End of Part 1
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Upon entering, the waft of cool air-conditioned air was a welcomed relief and I found myself instantly relaxing. The lavish lounge before me was a sight to behold; it was beautifully decorated with dark mahogany wood panels skirting all along the walls and low lighting to offer privacy and mystery. Along the perimeter of the lounge were leather-upholstered booths with dim mood lamps to obscure the furtive gropes and caresses of visitors letting loose their inhibitions with the hostesses. It all had the air and essence of discrete decadent indulgence.
However, what immediately caught my eye was the main center stage, occupied by about twenty or so gyrating young, firm, female bodies. There were two rows of girls dancing to the beat of pulsating lights. It bathed the whole lounge in hues of red, blue and violet, as if signifying the throb of lust and burgeoning emotions within.
All the girls on stage were in tiny white “uniform” bikinis. They all also had on white knee-high boots with about three inch heels. The boots accentuated their long slender legs, which naturally drew your eye up to the small thongs that barely covered their delicates.
As the girls hypnotized their captive audience with their languid and sexual movements, they would occasionally turn to reveal round, firm, apple bottoms that were contrasted by the thin white line of their thongs disappearing into the cavities of their butts.
Even before I had taken my seat, I was already captivated.
I was taken out of my stupor by the concierge, a fit, well-built, well-dressed Thai man in his late thirties, who spoke quite decent English with a forced American accent. One look and you can tell that behind the formal pleasantries was a bouncer that had seen many a guest who tried to prove their masculinity against him. It didn’t look like he lost very much.
He gently made contact, by touching my elbow, flashing me what seemed like a genuine smile and welcomed me to the club. I must have struck him as a little nervous, as I flinched a bit, but quickly recomposed myself. That, however, was enough of a cue for him to know that it was probably my first time in such an establishment.
“Ah, sir, welcome to the Bangkok Gentleman’s Club,” he beamed warmly. “Please sir, I am Phram, your host for the evening... please come in.”
His warm demeanor was genuine, though I knew that if I ever were to misbehave I would see a different side of Phram. Nonetheless, I extended my hand to him. “Nice to meet you, I am Josh.”
“Welcome Josh, is this your first time here?”
“Yes it is, it is also my first time in Bangkok.” I said with a sheepish smile.
“Ahhhhhh...” Phram said with a knowing nod, understanding my nubile-ness to this otherwise long standing institution of marriage-saving or marriage-wrecking.
“In that case my friend, please let me be the first to welcome you to our club and to Bangkok!
“As you can see, it is a quiet night,” Phram continued, and he was right, the club was only half full and there were many available seats. “Please, choose any seat you like and seeing as how it is your first time, let me buy you a drink, on the house! What can I get you?”
“Um, how about a double Baileys on the rocks?”
“Excellent choice!” Phram snapped his fingers and a waitress appeared out of the dark. He spoke quickly in Thai to her; she nodded and left to fetch my drink.
The whole setup of the club and concierge was made to give you the impression of a true upscale gentleman’s club, where one could be led to believe that things were all held to a higher level of awareness and decorum. It was also implicit that all the indulgences, if conducted within the confines of stately interior design, would be proper, permitted and sanctioned. I, for one, was already starting to believe that.
I chose one of the booths that gave me the best view of the stage, a place where I could also survey the whole lounge and yet not be the center of attention. Sitting in the low-lighted, out-of-any-main-sight-line booth gave me a sense of security, as I was already finding myself venturing way beyond the boundaries of my known safe haven called marriage.
“Please take your time sir, you can just look as long as you want. If you see a girl you like, just let me know and I can bring her to you.” With that, Phram gave me my privacy and left me to be mesmerized by the entrancing sights and beats of carnal desire.
********
It wasn’t long before one of the girls began to stand out and caught my eye. She was a sight to behold; the kind that instantly created a knot in your solar plexus, as she met all your ideas of perfection and you could potentially have what you’ve only ever fantasized about without any need for competition or rejection.
Minh, as I later discovered her name, was dancing in the back row. She seemed to be lost in her own movements, seemingly at one with the sexy music pulsing and reverberating in the club. She was slender, leggy and beautifully proportioned. Her hair was straight, long and jet-black; it starkly contrasted her fair and flawless skin. The Thai culture prized fair skin women and Minh was no exception.
I caught the Phram’s attention and, over the music, relayed to him my interest in Minh. She wore a number tag on the side of her extremely small thong. He nodded and I watched him approach the stage.
This act of ordering and purchasing physical desire at such a pervasive level, was something I was not accustomed to. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my moral compass was twitching, but then again, so was my penis and it seemed to be a much more persuasive guide at this moment.
The girls momentarily slowed their dancing as they saw Phram approach them, it was evident he was about to pick someone, meaning a fare for this otherwise quiet night. He pointed to Minh, she smiled and touched her chest in appreciation of being chosen, he took her hand to help her off the stage and led her back to my booth.
My eyes were locked on her the whole time. She was taller than most of the girls. She had a long slim torso with beautiful lines running parallel along her very taut abdominals. The kind of lines that created a V, that naturally led your eyes down to the beautiful mound, barely hidden in the triangle of her white thong.
Minh’s features were distinctly different from the rest of the girls. Thai girls could sometimes look like effeminate men. Some of them have square jaws or aggressive eyebrows that somehow gave you a sense of doubt as to the sexuality of the person. Not with Minh. She was all female and practically perfect.
As she slid into the booth next to me, I could make out her features a lot better. She looked to be in her mid twenties, had a strikingly beautiful face, bright engaging eyes, a wide captivating smile and full, all natural breasts. She was the type of beauty that made me feel like a commoner in her presence. The kind you only see in centrefolds, and yet, here she was, sliding up close to me. I had a lump in my throat.
“Ah, Mr. Josh, it is, um, normal to buy the lady a drink.” Phram said. I came to find out, that in such establishments all over Bangkok, you paid for the girl’s time by buying them a lady drink, to which she got a small commission from the drink, or drinks, the guest buys for her. And before I even had the chance to ask for the waitress, she appeared out of the dark again to take my order. The routine here is a well-set one.
Minh smiled warmly at me and slid in right next to me until our thighs were touching. The immediate intimacy and crossing of personal boundaries caught me off guard, I found myself stammering as this statuesque beauty entered my personal space. There was no warm up; she was just there, up close and intimate. It was not something I was used to or was ready for. It has been so long since I felt such surges of emotion. My heart was in my throat, my gut was in a knot and my erection had grown instantly. It was that kind of a night, and I had just barely sat down.
The adrenaline dump from the proximity of her presence was quite intoxicating. My nostrils unconsciously flared; my rising sexuality and the energy of sex became very tangible. Although Minh was not a “pro”, meaning she was still somewhat new to the business, she had been with enough men to recognize the primal signs of a male in a heightened state of arousal.
Without missing a beat she reached out and placed a hand on my thigh, and, as if pretending the music was too loud to talk over, she leaned in close till her nose was brushing up against my ear. “Hi, I’m Minh. Nice to meet you,” she said.
At this point all my attention in my mind’s eye was on the warmth of her hand on my thigh and the surging eroticism gathering in my loins. I was also completely taken by her extremely overt gestures as well as how close her practically naked and divine body was to me. My throat clenched and my carotids pulsed vigorously.
By now the adrenaline has had its full effect on me. My vision began tunneling, the periphery of the lounge began to slowly creep inward in my mind’s eye and all that remained was Minh the Goddess who sat astride me. The music was now a dull thud and the only beat that was playing was the blood gushing through my veins in my ears.
I found my left arm reaching up and around Minh’s back until my hands found the wonderful curve of her slender waist. If it was possible, I pulled her even closer to me. This time it was she who unconsciously gasped a bit from my newfound bravado. As we both locked eyes, I felt her hand move much further up my thigh, but still keeping its distance from my now fully swollen crotch. Minh openly look down and took in the effect she was having on me. She squeezed my thighs even more.
Unbeknownst to me, there was a Western couple sitting across the room who were watching our erotic tryst unfold. They frequently leaned in and whispered in each other’s ear without taking their eyes off the scene of the handsome mid forties man with the beautiful young dancer. The club often had curious couples coming in to investigate this unique phenomenon of freely open sex for sale. Some couples also came in to find themselves a girl for a threesome for the night.
With Minh so close to me, I could feel the full outline of her beautifully developed breasts pressed against the sides of my ribs. It was barely covered by her small white bikini top. In fact, all the top did was enhance the fact of how much of it was flowing out in every direction and how wonderfully round and pert they were.
She turned her torso toward me some more so that she was able to slide more of her breasts seductively against me as she once again leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“Where you from handsome? Whass your name?”
This time it was my turn to lean in close and whisper back, all the while taking in the beautiful features of her fair skin and striking face as my nose nuzzled her lobes.
“I’m Josh, I’m from America,” I said breathlessly.
“Oh, nice to meet you, this your first time in Bangkok Josh?”
The play of speaking-in-ear-while-breathing-in-each-other’s-scent began its sexy volley.
“Yes, it is my first time here. I’m so glad that I got to meet someone so beautiful as you.”
Minh giggled, “Oh thank you, you so sweet.”
At this moment, I caught myself thinking, how many times must have she heard this line from middle aged men such as myself trying to make an impression? How pathetic this must have sounded, if it weren’t for the fact that testosterone and adrenaline have already fully clouded my senses and self-respect.
“Are you married Josh?” Minh asked, all the while locking eyes with me while expertly caressing my thighs.
“Um... yes I am... is that okay?” I nervously replied.
Is that okay? Why am I asking her if that is okay? Like as if I was on a real date or needing her permission? Have I been reduced to this schoolboy simply by the lust I am having for this woman? Is the act of coming all the way to Thailand, so that I can openly and consciously procure beautiful young girls for my own sexual gratification, playing tricks with my conscience? I am really feeling this guilty?!
In spite of my struggle, I found my unencumbered right hand reaching up toward Minh’s chest and slowly dragged the knuckle of my index finger down the middle her cleavage. The flesh of both her breasts parted slowly as my fingers passed between the gateways of heaven. Minh, in turn reached up and slowly stroked my jawline with her fingers.
“Josh,” she said with a seductive smile, “I make you forget about your wife?”
Gulp
She always seemed to be one step ahead of me. I was exposed! This time, during her whisper she parted her lips and slowly sucked the lobes of my left ear, escalating the intensity. My eyes rolled back into my head.
Upon recovering, I turned to face her, the tips of our noses passing each other’s, our lips dangerously close to tangling in a kiss. I returned her affection by doing the same to her right ear. Gently taking the lobe in my mouth and playing with it. Making small sucking sounds as I administered pleasure to her.
Minh’s eyes closed as a wave of goose bumps traveled across her neck. Her sensitive skin responded to the warmth and pleasure of my lips. I was also keenly aware that her chest started to heave a little more as the sexuality now started to build within her.
As she felt my experienced moves, she began to realize that perhaps I was more than just another patron. This guy had something more to him than the standard pale face. I peaked her curiosity.
Now it was my turn to take the reins. As I nibbled on her lobes, I reached down and took her hand and placed it on my full-engorged erection. Her fingers hesitated for a moment and then she realized my intent and began her slow massage of my hardened cock. My erection had grown to such a state that my pants were pretty tight and Minh could not get her hands around my shaft, so she did her best by rubbing my length and noticing the very wet spot that had formed near the zipper.
With my free hand, I reached down and slowly parted her legs and slipped the wedge of my hand right up against her very warm mound. Minh cooed in my ear, expressing her pleasure, as I returned her massages in kind.
As we got bolder, Minh reached out with her finger and pulled my chin to her mouth and gave me a slow sensuous open mouth kiss. I felt her tongue snake in between my lips and started to explore the inside of my cheeks. In turn, I would suck on her wet tongue as my hands slowly rubbed her now moistening pussy.
In the midst of our open display of affection, the waitress arrived with our drinks without either of us noticing; on her part, she barely blinked, as this was simply yet another night, in a club, in Bangkok. There was nothing she hadn’t seen in the years she had worked there.
*******
Minh and I broke from our passionate kissing, looked down and realized our drinks had arrived. We both giggled at the fact that we got so lost in our reverie that we hardly noticed the world around us.
With my hands still around her svelte waist, her burgeoning breasts pressed against my ribs and her hand openly on my crotch, we reached for our drinks and toasted each other.
“I’m really happy to meet you Minh.”
“Me too,” She said genuinely. “You seem like good man Josh and also good kisser,” she chuckled.
We sipped our drinks, all the while staring into each other’s eyes. Though I knew I must be one of many men she had been with, I did feel a genuine connection with her, I felt easy and aroused and I wanted more.
As we finished our drinks, Minh leaned in and rested her chin on my shoulder.
“Josh, what you want to do now?” She said seductively.
“What do you think we should do?” I flirted back in kind.
“You take me home Josh, long time.”
Long time in Bangkok means that you take a girl home for the night, as opposed to short time, which meant a quickie.
When Minh said she wanted me to take her home, there was something more in the way she spoke. It was not so much a request rather than an offer and somewhere, it stirred a long lost desire.
I looked over at Phram who was standing at the entrance; I caught his eye and waved him over.
“Yes sir?” he smiled, “How are things? You are enjoying?”
“Yes I am Phram. Can I get the bill and I would also like to pay the bar fine for Minh, long time please.”
Phram smiled a knowing smile.
“Ah! Excellent Mr. Josh. I get your bill!” He said approvingly. I was glad he approved, somewhere it eased my conscience.
For the uninitiated, the bar fine is the fee you pay the establishment when you want to take a girl home with you. It is to compensate the bar for losing a girl for the evening.
After Phram left to get my bill, Minh squeezed my hand and smiled at me.
“I glad you chose me Josh. You seem like good man. I like you very much.”
I don’t know why, but my heart started to flutter.
“I take care of you tonight handsome. I want to do something very special for you.”
“What is that?” I enquired.
Minh leaned in close to my ear again and spoke, “Tonight, you are not married, only single man for me.”
With that, she slid out of the booth to change into her street clothes, and I was left with a great sense of anticipation as I settled the bill with Phram.
Minh appeared within a few minutes in regular clothes, slipped her hand into mine, and we walked out of the club like an amorous couple.
“Enjoy Mr. Josh, take good care of Minh.” Phram said, as he held the large mango wood doors opened for us.
“I will Phram, I’ll take good care of Minh.”
I felt her squeeze my hand, and we began our journey way back to my hotel, to forget about being a husband and remember what it's like to be a man again.
End of Part 1
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