The Physio
Kim hadn't trained as a physiotherapist. She was a podiatrist by trade. She had gone on the cricket tour of Thailand because at the time she was going out with a man called Don and he was a keen cricketer. Now forty, he had played for the Hong Kong national team, or so he told her. She couldn't quite believe it, since he was as blind as a bat, even though he refused to wear glasses.
The tour party (18 people, all told, among whom Kim was the only woman) travelled first to Chiangmai in northern Thailand. There, the men played tennis and golf, as well as cricket. Kim watched the cricket match, having already treated a couple of the older men, who were suffering from a calf strain and tennis elbow respectively. Don asked her with a lascivious grin if anyone had yet come to her with a groin injury, but she laughed it off easily enough, She was, after all, from Australia - the land of banter.
As an attractive 28-year-old woman with long ash blonde hair, a pretty face and a decent figure, she was used to attention from men. Sadly, Don's reputation meant that she wasn't getting much in the attention department from the younger guys. He was an ex policeman, who had left the Hong Kong force in shadowy circumstances some 15 years earlier. All sorts of rumours still swirled around his departure, but he of course didn't want to talk about it, and she was happy - at least for now - to enjoy the good life with him in Hong Kong.
They shared a decent sized house in the New Territories and she got to work as she pleased, working short contracts with practices to cover for maternity leave, sickness and any emergency that might crop up. She had already been in Hong Kong for a year (six months with Don) and she was looking to stay there for perhaps one more year, before moving on. She hadn't decided where - perhaps somewhere in the region (Singapore or Brunei) - before settling in Fremantle, her home town in Western Australia, where she had a small flat, which she was currently letting out.
Put simply, living with Don catered to her material needs, but not to her spiritual or sexual needs. He was too vain and too self-centred to amount to much as a lover, even if she was careful not to give the impression that he was lacking in any way. Annoyingly, he tried to insist on having sex without a condom, telling her that they could use the rhythm method. In vain, did she try to explain to him that this was fundamentally not a method at all, more like playing roulette. Getting him to wear a condom was extremely difficult and she was forever worrying that he would get her in the club sooner or later. She herself was loath to go on the pill because a doctor had advised her against it, given her medical history.
During the cricket game against a team made up of local expats - Australians, English, New Zealanders and Pakistanis - Kim noticed one of the Hong Kong players, who had someone slipped past her radar hitherto. Sometimes, when he was sent to field on the boundary, she got a good look at him. Although he wore glasses, he was tall and handsome, and seemed to be around her age. He also appeared to be quite shy, as he avoided looking in her direction, even when he was moved 20 yards by the captain (Don, of course) and had to jog towards the place where she was standing.
She wanted to know his name, but decided to wait rather than risk showing her interest; if he took a catch or did some good fielding, she knew there was every chance that the other players, or the scorer and those sitting out this game and watching from the side lines, would call out his name. All she had to do was listen.
Sure enough, the ball was hit high towards her man and he moved round and took the catch not far from her.
'Good catch, mate!' said an Australian standing nearby, which wasn't a lot of help.
She decided to walk the short distance to the scorer's table and was rewarded for her diligence, as she heard the scorer tell another player that Mike was one of the best fielders in the team. When the players came off the field for the break between innings, she went to talk to Don, while keeping half an eye on Mike. When he took his glasses off to rest his eyes, she could see that he was really handsome - with an olive complexion and something of the look of Gregory Peck. Judging by the way he was joking with the other players, he wasn't so shy either. By his accent, Kim could tell that he was English. He sounded very well bred - not the normal sort you met in Hong Kong, the F.I.L.T.H., or Failed in London Try Hong Kong.
After a few minutes, he went off to the hut that doubled for a pavilion and padded up. When he came out, he received a few practice balls from teammates before it was time for the match to restart. He went out with Rod - an Australian Kim knew - to open the innings. Don had put on a white coat to assume umpire's duties with a local umpire. Kim didn't know how he could do the job given his dreadful vision.
Kim found herself cheering Mike's boundaries. He'd moved into the 30s before he was given out leg before wicket by Don. He stood for a moment at the crease before trudging off. The players around Kim were saying they could hear the noise of the bat from where they were standing. When they asked Mike if he'd hit the ball, he said Don would say it was pad first, so what the heck? Kim was very impressed with how he dealt with the injustice and smiled at him as he went to the hut to take off his pads and gloves. When he caught her eye, smiled and said, 'Hi!', her heart missed a beat.
She hoped he would come over and stand with her so she could get to know him, but he needed to replace Don as umpire, so he in turn could pad up. When he was relieved of umpiring duties after what seemed like an unfairly long spell, Kim wandered across to where he was standing hoping to strike up a conversation, but before she could, the match ended and they piled into tuk-tuks to go back to the hotel.
Before they got to their destination, Don told her that he had told Mike to come to their room since he had a groin strain. Kim tried to respond as naturally as possible, even though her heart was turning somersaults. Before Don got in the shower, he told her that he had asked Mike to come over as soon as he got back to the hotel, which shouldn't be long. Sure enough, after two or three minutes, with Don still in the shower, there was a knock on the door and there was the tall figure of Mike, still in his cricket whites.
'Be professional,' Kim told herself. 'Don't freak him out. For all you know, he's gay, anyway.'
Mike apologised for not being able to change first, visibly worried that Kim would find him too sweaty. With as much professionalism as she could muster, Kim asked him to take down his trousers and lie on the floor. He blushed scarlet and followed her instructions with difficulty - his hands trembling as he undid the clasp on his trousers and pulled down his zipper.
Kim saw his cock - beautifully curved like a bow - spring out like a tiger, clearly intent on bringing down its prey and dragging it to a nearby spot to devour. Before it could do that, she had neutralised it by confining it in her mouth. It was so big and cumbersome that soon the saliva was dripping from the corners of her mouth, as she fought to subdue it.
