When I was 35, I travelled to Thailand for some rest and relaxation with a couple of my then colleagues. We had all been stationed on an offshore oil rig in Indonesia. The money I had previously earned as a sanitation engineer in the US was a third what I was paid on the rig. This huge increase in salary had afforded me the opportunity to invest in property over the next 6 years.
By the time I travelled to Thailand, I owned 6 apartments and 2 houses in America. Through rental yield and property appreciation, I had reached my goal of being able to retire by 40, almost 5 years ahead of schedule. I had certainly earned the chance to reward myself and blow off some steam. Having completed my contract with the company, I would subsequently return to the US after Thailand to decide what kind of life I then wanted to live, free from monetary stress.
We began our trip with a few days of debauchery in Bangkok. Sex shows, tequila, cocktails, local cuisine, and best of all, the sultry dark-skinned Thai girls. I was blown away by the beauty of the average Thai woman, coupled with an inherently pleasant attitude. Coming back from 4 months on an oil rig, with nothing to do all day but play cards and use the gym, I was in peak physical condition and horny as all fuck.
My friends and I went to bars and clubs to meet the young local lovelies, banging different girls almost every night, revelling in the chance to have petite Thai girls moaning for big white cock. One of the guys almost instantly fell in love with a cute 18 year old Thai girl and kept her beside him for the whole trip. The rest of us busted his balls, but it was easy to understand how a Western man could fall for such temptation. Comparing a submissive, petite Asian woman to the demanding, sexually-conservative wives and girlfriends we had left at home, it made it hard to be patriotic.
On the 2nd last day of our trip, I decided to take a tour of the local temples. At that point, my body was finally tired of alcohol and sex. I thought it would be a shame to leave the country without seeing at least some of the culture.
I waited for my tour guide in the lobby of the hotel, the oppressive heat of the day making it too uncomfortable to stand outside. 5 minutes before I was due to meet the guide, a tall slim Thai woman of 30 or so appeared, dressed in loose, white pants and the light blue shirt bearing the tour guide company's insignia. I was instantly enamoured with her natural elegance, the high-cheekbones of an exotic Asian model crowned by black, silken hair. Her Asian eyes met mine and I felt a jolt of electricity down my spine.
"Mr. Dawson? I'm Ying, your guide. Very nice to meet you!"
Her English was relatively good, though anyone could tell it was not her first language. Her broad, easy smile displayed her pearly white teeth, contrasting nicely against her healthy, tanned skin. I shook her outstretched hand firmly.
"Hi Ying, very nice to meet you too. Please, call me Andrew."
"Sure, Andrew!" her smile seemed to broaden even more. Had I imagined it, or was there an instant mutual attraction?...
I followed her to the air-conditioned taxi she had hired for the afternoon. We spent the next few hours visiting local temples. We chatted in the taxi between each one. She told me about her family and how she had been a waitress before learning English and becoming a tour guide. She casually asked if I was married. When I said that I wasn't and didn't have a girlfriend waiting for me at home, she abruptly changed the subject. I complimented her English, and she blushed charmingly, sweeping a strand of hair behind her ear. I felt myself slowly becoming intoxicated by her.
Though I admired the beauty of the culture and architecture (and. of course, enjoyed Ying's company), over the course of the afternoon the merciless heat of the equatorial sun began to get the best of me.
At the fourth temple, I asked her if we could perhaps get a drink somewhere. It seemed an innocent question to me, but she paused and thought for a moment.
"I'm not supposed to go for drink with client," she said, biting her lower lip. "... but maybe it's ok, just one time." She smiled at me, and slowly batted her long, dark eyelashes.
Although I had meant only to ask if we could get a drink as a respite from the heat, I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to spend time around this heavenly creature.
"I bring you to hotel. You rest. I meet you in lobby at... 8 o'clock."
"Sounds good." I replied, pleasantly surprised by how assertive she was.
She left me at my hotel door and departed in the taxi. I went to my room, showered and lay on the bed. As I dozed I thought about Ying, my heart beating a little faster as I anticipated what the date had in store. Despite the nightly sex sessions I had been enjoying, I felt myself getting hard as I thought about the curve of her full, sensual lips, her sexy Asian eyes, and her petite waist above a nicely rounded ass. Her breasts were modest, probably a B cup, perfectly proportioned to her slim, feminine figure.
She had the body of a fit and healthy 20 year old. Her dark, flawless skin and striking eyes had made it difficult at times to focus fully on her words. Beyond her beauty however, she had a light-hearted, optimistic outlook that made me feel like a teenager again. There was an intense physical attraction towards her, but I felt there was more that just that between us. There was a warmth and tenderness that I was drawn to.
And so I waited in the lobby at 8 o'clock. I wore blue slacks with a light short-sleeved shirt. At 6'2, I towered above the average Thai man. I noticed two of the female receptionists glancing my way and tittering, I suspected as they made comments about me to each other.
Any other night, I would have tried to get them both in bed.
After a few minutes, Ying walked in. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed to get extremely quiet as her heels clicked across the marble floor. Mine weren't the only set of eyes that followed her long legs as they strutted across the room. I was visibly shocked by what she was wearing, red high-heels, a tiny black mini-skirt and a frilly white blouse that clearly showed off her erect nipples beneath. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her lips were painted a sensual red and her eyes were darkened with eye-shadow.
I've had fantasies with less attractive women.
"Hi Andrew!" she said in my ear, as we embraced.
"Hi Ying, you look... gorgeous!" I managed to say.
"Thank you sir!" she replied, the corner of her mouth curling into a flirtatious smile. The professional image she had presented earlier was gone now, replaced by a sexy, assertive knockout.
"Actually, on second thought... I think I prefer 'Sir' to 'Mr. Dawson' or 'Andrew'..."
"Oh! I see! Whatever you like, SIR!" she laughed and took my arm. We walked outside where she casually hailed a tuk-tuk. She spoke in Thai to the driver and he proceeded to bring us to a nice local restaurant.
We sat down and ordered drinks. She chose 2 strawberry, crushed-iced cocktails for us. We toasted before sipping them, they were delicious. After some small talk about the restaurant. my job and the local area, she asked "So why you no married Andrew?"
I chuckled at her direct question, I admired her confidence.
"I don't know. I was busy with work, but I suppose now I am free. I guess I just haven't met the right woman..."
"Maybe you meet the right girl. And you don't know." Her seductive eyes were toying with me.
"Oh? You mean the girl who works in the hotel? She is cute. Maybe you can introduce us later, before you go home?"
She scowled at my joke.
"Naughty man!" she chided me, pretending to hit me with her napkin.
"So, do you like Thailand SIR?..." she said, with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"It's lovely. Everyone is so friendly and the food is unbelievable." I replied, coolly.
"Oh? And you like Thai girls too?" she asked with an innocent pout. Her cheeks were a little red. I guessed that she was not a big drinker.
