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I answered it and was met by a beautiful, young, Thai woman holding a bowl
Fresh out of college in 1961, I was a young bachelor, eager to see the world that many military recruiting posters advertised. Upon graduation, I'd received an ROTC commission as a second lieutenant in the Air Force.

I was assigned to the Armed Forces Courier Service (ARFCOS), and after some training, my duty station was a base near Washington, DC. As military couriers, we were responsible for protecting classified documents and equipment shipped by the military or the government. Members of the Army, Navy, and Air Force were assigned to ARFCOS, and we traveled extensively.

On a cold day in February 1962, my boss, an Army captain, called me into his office and handed me a set of orders stating that I was to be a courier for a classified shipment to the US Embassy in Bangkok, Thailand. I was to remain in Bangkok for four days, then provide courier service for another classified shipment returning to the US.

"Normally I wouldn't assign a new second lieutenant on a once-a-year trip like this, but we're a little short-handed right now. I hope you enjoy it, because most of the officers in this outfit would give their left nut to trade places with you," my boss said.

Hearing that I'd be going to Bangkok was the best news I'd received since I arrived at my new job. I recalled the sixth grade, when my social studies teacher, Mrs Armstrong, had assigned each of us to give a presentation about a country in Asia. I'd volunteered for Thailand--it had always fascinated me. Now I was going to see some of it firsthand. I must have packed and repacked my suitcase three times before I left.

The flight to Bangkok was long and tiring, with five refueling stops. We finally landed at our destination, Don Muang airport, outside Bangkok in mid-afternoon, three days after we'd left Washington, DC.

The aircrew helped unload the shipment into a US embassy van, then prepared to return to the Philippines. An embassy courier signed the paperwork, relieving me of my responsibility for the shipment. He told me the embassy normally recommended the Erawan Hotel for visitors' lodging.

I hired a cab into Bangkok from the airport and asked the driver to take me to the Erawan. When we arrived, I checked for accommodations and found there were no rooms available, because it was tourist season. After I returned to the cab, the driver said he knew of another hotel nearby. We traveled a few more minutes to a Sukhumvit hotel on a shaded Bangkok side street.

When I checked in, the Thai desk clerk asked if I wanted a regular room or a deluxe room. He quoted me a price that, as I recall, a regular room was about $6 US, and a deluxe room was about $10 US per night. This was 1962, when lodging was cheap, long before Bangkok became the international travel hot spot it is today.

The clerk stated the deluxe rooms were on the top floor and I could see the Chao Phraya River from the balcony. Since the military was paying part of my travel expenses for lodging, I opted for a deluxe room. The clerk listed many things to see and do in Bangkok. I could enjoy a river tour, see traditional Thai dancing, take several different temple tours, shop at a floating market, visit a silk factory, or shop for sapphires, among many other things. It sounded like a great place to relax and see the exotic Orient. He told me that if I'd like an English-speaking escort, the cost would be another $4 per day. I wanted to see as much of Bangkok as possible during the short time I was going to be there, so I requested an escort to show me around Bangkok.

When I arrived at my room, I checked it out, then called the US Embassy to let them know where to contact me. After I finished my call, I went through two French doors leading to the private balcony, and was greeted by a soft tropical breeze. A comfortable-looking lounge chair on the balcony caught my attention, so I sat down, admiring the beautiful view across the city. In the distance, I could see the river. It was nearly sunset, and the sun was setting behind some far-off towering clouds. The western sky was streaked with a breathtaking array of golds, pinks, reds, and purples. I sat there marveling at the beauty of the tropical sunset until the sun was well below the horizon. Lights were just coming on across the river, and I was glad I'd splurged on a deluxe room.

Even though I was anxious to see as much of Bangkok as I could manage, my trip had been tiring, so I took a quick shower and had a meal in the hotel dining room. Instead of trying to sample the night life, I decided I'd get an early start the next morning to see some of the sights. On the way back to my room, I purchased an English-language newspaper in the lobby. I was hoping I'd be able to find some entertainment advertisements or articles about local points of interest.

I'd kicked off my shoes and was reading my paper, when around 9 PM, I heard a soft knock on the door. I answered it and was met by a beautiful, young, Thai woman holding a bowl of tropical fruit, several towels, and a small woven basket. I thought the fruit was a nice touch on the hotel's part.

My first impression of this young woman was that she was much too pretty to be a hotel maid. Her tan skin was the color California beach girls only dreamed of. She slipped by me and stepped out of a pair of high-heeled sandals. Next, she placed the bowl of fruit on a small table near the bed. She set the woven basket on the dresser, and stacked the towels neatly next to the basket. She turned, put her palms together, bowed toward me, and said, "Sawadee ka," a traditional Thai greeting. She introduced herself as Lamai, which I later learned means "soft" or "gentle" in Thai, depending on the translation. I introduced myself as Nick.

Lamai was a bit shorter than five feet, and I guessed she weighed about 100 pounds. She had straight black hair that almost touched her shoulders and bangs which she swept aside over one eye. Her sparkling dark brown eyes accented her Asian beauty. She had a small button nose and a lovely round face with a nice, sensuous smile.

Lamai was dressed in a floor-length, sky-blue, silk sarong skirt wrapped around her waist, fastened at the hip. It was wrapped so that there was a floor-to-hip slit on one side. She wore a long-sleeved, matching silk blouse.

After we'd introduced ourselves, I went to the door and opened it to let her exit. She gave me a puzzled expression.

"No, you can close door," Lamai said.

I must have had a similarly confused look on my face, because she followed up with, "I am escort." She removed her sarong and sat on the bed, unbuttoning her blouse.

"The man at the desk said I'd have an escort for visiting Bangkok."

"Yes, I escort you see Bangkok while you here."

Her English was poor, but I understood her perfectly--I realized that I hadn't grasped the definition of escort. In southern Illinois, where I grew up, there wasn't any need to know the difference between an escort and a tour guide. I thought I had hired a tour guide; now I was getting much, much more. My mind struggled to understand how I'd gotten myself into this situation. I hadn't considered the hotel would procure female companions for male guests, but I later learned it was common that some hotels in Bangkok did so at the time.

After she removed her clothing and hung it in the wardrobe, she came to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. Lamai showed no hint of embarrassment about being naked in front of me; she certainly wasn't shy. She tugged my shirt off and unbuttoned my slacks, dropping them to the floor. My eyes were riveted on her two ample, tan breasts, with nipples that sat on them like two large chocolate drops. I enjoyed feasting my eyes on the soft feminine curves of her naked body.

By this time, my shorts were beginning to tent as my cock stiffened. This didn't seem to bother Lamai, who pulled my shorts to my ankles and indicated I should pick up my feet; she wanted to completely remove my slacks and shorts. Then she asked me sit on the side of the bed while she removed my socks.

Lamai hung my clothing in the wardrobe, then returned and sat on the bed next to me. I could feel the warmth radiated from her body. She looked up at me and smiled as if she was waiting for me to make the next move. To tell the truth, I was dumbstruck. I hadn't expected to be sitting naked next to a nude woman on my hotel bed. I'd had sex with a college girl friend a few times, but this caught me by surprise.

After a period of silence, Lamai must have decided to take matters in her own hands. She jumped up from the bed and grabbed me by the hand. Lamai led me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When the shower warmed, she entered it and held out her arms as an invitation to join her.

I stepped into the shower, and stood under the running water. She grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth, then turned me around so I was facing away from her. I could feel one of her dainty hands making whisper-soft touches on my buttocks as she reached up and tenderly washed my shoulders and back. Next, Lamai knelt down and started with my feet, ankles, calves, and worked upwards until she reached my inner thighs. The Thai soap she used had a unique aroma. I can't identify any American soap brands that smelled similar, but it had a pleasing spice-like scent.

We had spoken very little until this point. "Bend over please," Lamai said.

I bent forward from the waist and could feel her soft feminine hands as she gently ran the washcloth up and down the crack in my ass. I felt her rub the cloth around my anus and scrotum. My cock was now fully at attention.

"Turn around," she said.

I turned to face her as she grabbed a new washcloth from a stack just outside the shower--she washed me from my collarbone to my abdomen, just above my pubic hair. She acted as if she didn't notice my erection. I was hoping she would. In fact, I wished she would take the time to wash it, and stroke it, but she continued as if it wasn't there. Back to my feet, she began working upwards, washing my knees and inside my thighs. Then she had me turn around and rinsed me off.

When Lamai completed bathing me, she handed me the soap bar and another washcloth. At first, I didn't understand, but then she turned around. She was offering to let me to bathe her. We traded places, and I tried washing her body as gently as she had bathed mine. Her skin was flawless, nearly as silky smooth and soft as a baby's bottom. This was truly a unique experience for me--I'd never bathed a woman before. I did as she had done, letting my hands wander over her velvety skin as I bathed her.

After washing her back, I asked her to bend forward, and she did. I lathered the washcloth and rubbed it up and down the crack of her ass. As I rubbed the washcloth on her anus, she stiffened slightly. I turned her around and noticed her nipples were standing at attention as much as my cock was. Turnabout is fair play, I figured, so when I washed her front, I ignored her nipples and her pussy. As I knelt in front of her, I noticed her pussy had a few sparse hairs, but it was nearly as smooth as when she was a little girl. Seeing her puffy, light brown labia at this close range only served to make my cock stiffer.

Only after I'd rinsed her off, did she grab the bar of soap and began lathering my scrotum and cock. By now, my cock was so hard that it was almost painful--the extended build up had me on the edge. Lamai used her gentle hands to cup my scrotum and lightly stroked my sex-starved cock. I thought my knees were going to buckle as I ejaculated all over her abdomen and hip. Lamai just smiled up at me as I sought to catch my breath.

After she washed my semen off both of us, she handed me the soap and let me wash her pussy. I took great care to run my fingers through all her pussy's folds and creases, washing them as sensuously as she'd washed my cock. She giggled and gasped lightly as I brushed my fingers through the inner lips of her pussy.

Finishing our shower, we both rinsed off and stepped onto the bath mat. She dried me with a fluffy bath towel, making sure she had dried my genitals and the crack of my ass. I did the same for her, taking care to dry her round breasts and soft pussy. It was a great way to start a three-night stay. Lamai wrapped a towel around her waist, and I did the same as we headed back to the bedroom.

When we arrived at the bed, Lamai asked if I'd like a massage. After I agreed, she asked me to lie face down on the bed. She knelt behind me, and starting with my feet, used her fingers, knuckles, elbows, and forearms to knead and massage every muscle on my feet and calves. I felt her move higher on my body, and as she did, she pulled my towel off so she could massage my thighs, buttocks, and lower back. Lamai was an expert masseuse; she worked on just about every muscle on my backside. I found her slow, sensual massage to be very relaxing.

Lamai removed her towel, and as she straddled my back, I could feel her hot, bare pussy on it as she massaged my shoulders, neck, and arms. When she had been kneading my legs, I started to unwind, but the feeling of her steamy pussy on my back caused my cock to stiffen again.

Lamai crawled off my back and asked me to roll over so she could massage my front. She didn't pay any attention to my erection as she went back to massaging my feet. As before, she straddled my legs and worked up to my thighs. The next time she moved up my body, she was astride my hips; my cock was pinned against my abdomen by Lamai's hot pussy. She just smiled down at me, and asked, "You like?"

I nodded yes, and Lamai continued massaging my arms and shoulders. What a cock tease she was--as Lamai massaged my upper arms and shoulders, her hips rocked back and forth. A couple times I was sure the contact between my cock and her randy pussy was going to set me off.

Finally, Lamai finished my massage and asked, "We fuck now?"

Is the Pope Catholic? Of course I wanted to fuck. Never had I been more ready than I was then. "Yes, Lamai. Let's fuck."

Lamai went to the small basket she'd brought and came back to the bed with a condom.

"No worry. All girls at hotel registered. Condom keep me from having baby."

Lamai skillfully unrolled the condom over my stiff cock. She was lying next to me; her nearest breast was almost in my mouth. I took the nipple between my lips and gave it a couple of flips with my tongue, causing her to let out a reflexive gasp. In a few seconds I had maneuvered myself so I could suckle her other nipple. Both her nipples were becoming little fleshy knots. I took the opportunity to reach between her thighs; her pussy was wet and smoldering hot. We didn't engage in any more foreplay. I just rolled Lamai on her back and was immediately on top of her.

Grabbing my cock, I guided it into her pussy. It wasn't what I'd expected; her pussy muscles were nothing short of spectacular. If there was ever an Olympic medal for the most incredible pussy muscles, Lamai would have been a hands-down winner. On every stroke I'd feel a different sensation inside her pussy. I'd never had a milking of my cock like Lamai gave it.

When I'd had sex with my college girl friend, she'd lay still, pretty much like a dead fish, and her pussy felt like a warm, wet sock, but Lamai's pussy gripped and tugged and pulsated over the head of my cock, like nothing I'd ever felt before. Lamai moved her pelvis opposite mine while our pubic bones bumped together on nearly every stroke. It didn't take many thrusts until my climax was a foregone conclusion. My scrotum tightened, and I felt a tingling ecstasy as each pulse of semen erupted into the condom. Lamai had massaged my cock as much as she had the rest of my body. I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed sex with Lamai.

The room was still fairly warm; we were both sweaty and reeked of sex, so we took another shower before bed. After we dried off, we crawled naked into bed with Lamai in front of me. I pulled the sheet over us and held Lamai in a spoon position, with my cock between her thighs and my hand on her breast.

Before I fell asleep, I ruminated over the events of the day. It seemed a somewhat bizarre turn of events. I'd arrived in Bangkok, expecting to see some of the sights. Instead I'd had sex with a beautiful Thai woman who was now holding my cock between her legs. Other thoughts swirled through my head. I realized I'd been a typical selfish male, pounding her pussy, with no regard for her sexual gratification. "Oh well," I thought, "I was paying for her services." On the other hand, Lamai was a sweet and beautiful, young woman who seemed to have a mellow personality. I resolved the next time we had sex, I'd try to give back some of the same pleasure she had given me. Within a few minutes, I drifted off in a deep slumber.

I must have slept like a rock, because as morning arrived, the next thing I recalled was a warm, sensuous feeling on my cock. It was Lamai's gentle hand, unrolling a condom over it. Apparently she had awakened before me and noticed my morning hard-on. My cock was always stiff in the morning when I'd slept all night, and my bladder was full. She must have thought I wanted to fuck. In no time, she was on her hands and knees above me, straddling my hips, impaling her hot pussy on my stiff cock.

Lamai rotated her hips around as if she was swinging a hula-hoop, while her pussy was pleasuring my cock--tugging, squeezing, grasping--pumping it. What a wonderful way to wake up. I looked up and saw her tan breasts bobbing back and forth as she rocked above me. She let out an involuntary moan as I reached up and grabbed a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. When I squeezed her nipples, I could feel her hot, slippery pussy clench my cock tighter. I met each of her thrusts with one of my own, and it seemed only a few seconds until I could feel the pulsing of my cock as she was again draining me inside her.

She smiled sweetly down at me. "Good morning, sir. You like?"

"Yes, Lamai. You are much better at waking me than an alarm clock."

She giggled, "Tomorrow I be you alarm clock, OK?"

"OK, you can be my alarm clock."

Speaking of alarm clocks, I wondered what time it was--it appeared to be around dawn. I looked at my watch and it was barely past 6 AM. Lamai's pubic bone was pushing on my bladder, and it was really full.

"Lamai, I have to take a leak."

I rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. She followed me. As I stood at the toilet, emptying my bladder, Lamai watched, "You like race horse."

"Do you mean I piss like a race horse?"

She laughed, "No. You have big cock like race horse."

I suppose that was Lamai's compliment to me. Anyway, that's how I took it. After I finished, Lamai sat on the toilet and relieved her bladder, too. When we returned to the bedroom, Lamai asked if I'd like to share a banana.

"Yes, Lamai, I'm hungry this morning."

Lamai went to the fruit bowl and emptied its contents on the dresser. She grabbed the bowl and selected an almost-ripe banana about eight inches long from the pile of fruit. She peeled the banana, placed it in the bowl, and dropped the peel in the waste basket. I stood near the bed and watched inquisitively as she set the bowl containing the banana near the edge of the bed. Then she stood on the bed with both feet, facing me, and squatted down over the bowl.

With one hand, she grabbed the banana, and used her other hand to steady herself on the bed. She reached under herself and started inching the entire banana into her pussy. When it was fully inside her, she put both hands behind her on the bed and sank to her knees. Leaning her torso backward, she started slowly pushing it out. Every couple of inches, she would tighten her pussy muscles and trim off another piece of the banana, which fell into the bowl, until she had completely expelled all of it.
I was amazed at what I had just witnessed. To this day, I still haven't met a woman with that much control of her pussy. We shared the banana; it was the most memorable banana I've ever had. I haven't seen another banana cut up in such a dramatic way.

When Lamai lay back on the bed, I decided to lick the remaining flecks of banana from her pussy. She didn't resist as I used my tongue to lick up the small bits of banana that stuck in her pussy and folds. Her pussy had a nice musky, spiced soap, banana-like scent--different from any other pussy I've ever smelled. I licked up and down around her labia and on her clitoris. I could tell she was enjoying it by the way she whimpered as my tongue twiddled her clitoris. Her little nub started getting harder and began to protrude from between her labia.

I continued flicking it with my tongue and sucked on it. The aroma of her pussy changed with her arousal--it was now more aromatic, more like the musky scent she'd had the previous evening when we'd had sex. The smell of her pussy was stimulating me sexually. Lamai's breathing became uneven and she held my head tighter and tighter between her thighs when I tongued her. Her thighs began to quiver, then she arched her back. Her entire body stiffened and she moaned as she climaxed. I kept at her clitoris with my tongue, and eventually, she pushed my head away. She had climaxed several times.

"Please sir, too much."

She lay on the bed, her chest heaving, panting for breath. I crawled onto the bed beside her. I put my hand on her breast. She looked over at me and said, "Sir, you have taken my breath away."

After she calmed down a little, she said, "We fuck more?"

I couldn't believe she wanted to do it again, so soon after we'd already had sex that morning. It was fine with me. At that point, if she'd asked me to fuck all day, I think I'd have agreed.

Lamai found another condom and we had sex again. This time, though, because I'd already had sex, I was able to hold out longer to pleasure Lamai. My balls were banging against her butt, and Lamai's pussy was making squishing sounds as we thrust our pelvises together. After several minutes, I felt her body begin to tense, and recognized she was about to climax. When I began a series of short fast strokes, it started an avalanche of contractions in her pussy. Neither of us could hold back any longer, and I was making grunting noises like an animal while Lamai was moaning with nearly every stroke. It was over too soon--we were both panting and sweaty. We lay on the bed for awhile, cooling down from our latest sexual union.

We showered together again. Afterward, we dressed and I called room service. For breakfast, I ordered toast and marmalade with some juice. Lamai asked what I wanted to do next. "I really want to see Bangkok."

Her eyes lit up. "I show you all Bangkok. You see floating market?"

"Sure. Let's see the floating market and maybe a silk factory."

"Floating market best early morning. We hurry."

Our breakfast arrived and we shared it, along with some of the tropical fruit. Lamai said she had to leave for a few minutes to change clothes. I took the time while she was gone to load a new roll of film in my camera.

When Lamai returned, she was wearing a long, maroon, silk sarong skirt with a lighter-colored maroon, long-sleeved, paisley print silk blouse. She had on a pair of high-heeled sandals. She didn't wear any makeup, but I thought she radiated a wholesome, girl-next-door appearance.

Outside the hotel, Lamai hailed one of those three-wheeled Thai tuk-tuk scooters that were common at the time. The driver stopped, and Lamai talked to the driver. She negotiated a price to take us to a water taxi. At the river, we rented a motorized long-tail water taxi to the floating market. The river wasn't very clean. In fact, the water was a very dirty greenish-brown.

Along the way, we saw a number of bamboo houses built on stilts above the river. Some clothed men were bathing in the river; public bathing in the nude wasn't acceptable in Thai culture, according to Lamai. A number of Thai women were doing their laundry in the river. I saw one man brushing his teeth using river water to rinse his mouth--yuck.

Lamai said it was quite a distance to the floating market. On the way, I asked her about herself. She told me she grew up in a small rural farming village about 150 miles north of Bangkok. Lamai was the oldest of six children. She said she was twenty years old, but in March, she would be twenty-one. Two of her brothers and three sisters still lived at home. Her parents sent her to Bangkok when she was eighteen, she said, because her family was poor. She disclosed that many poor families sent their eldest daughter to work in the big city to help support their family.

I asked how she obtained her job at the hotel. She told me someone from the hotel came to her village to hire young women. Two of Lamai's girl friends were selected to work at the hotel, so she joined them. Most of the pretty girls were recruited to be escorts, bar girls, or prostitutes. Lamai thought she was lucky, because she had an escort job. She called her position a "travel hostess."

She said she entertained tourists, showed them around Bangkok, and helped them shop for Thai souvenirs. I thought Lamai's job in Thailand might have been equivalent to an expensive call girl in the US.

Lamai related she'd had six years of schooling. Four years were mandatory, but she'd had two extra years of school. She wanted to continue her schooling, but was required to stay home and help take care of her siblings. In school, she learned to read, write, and speak English.

I thought her command of the language was limited, but she could communicate with English-speaking tourists, which gave her a distinct advantage, I suppose. She said American tourists were her favorites, because they treated her better than tourists from many other countries.

Lamai said she hoped to save enough money to someday move back home, find a husband, and raise a family. I asked if she missed her family and village. She turned her face away from me and didn't answer for awhile. A little later, she turned back toward me and answered, "Yes." Then, even though she was smiling, I saw her brush a tear off her cheek.

When we reached the floating market, there were hundreds of small boats full of all kinds of wares. So many boats clogged the canal, it was nearly impossible for any of them to move. It reminded me of rush hour traffic on the streets of a busy city. Besides the boats being used as shopping stalls, there were also hundreds of shoppers in other boats, negotiating sales. On the shore, there were many small stalls built alongside the canal on bamboo pilings. We left the water taxi to visit some of the shops and stalls.

At the floating market, there were so many fruits, vegetables, coconuts, flowers, handicrafts, fish, and who knows what else, being sold, that we couldn't see it all. We shopped in several of the small stalls. I bought Lamai some flowers. For our lunch, we sampled some Thai snacks. We spent a couple hours there and I took a number of photos.

After we finished shopping at the floating market, Lamai said she knew of a silk factory nearby. She hailed a taxi which took us a couple miles further up the river to the silk factory. Lamai asked the driver to wait for us, because it wasn't in an area where taxis were plentiful.

We took a tour of the factory. I watched in fascination as rows of Thai women worked at hand looms weaving silk fabrics. Our guide showed us how they dyed the silk threads before they were turned into fabric. The silk factory had an attached shop where visitors could purchase silk fabric. Hundreds of bolts of shimmering silk fabric covered tables and shelves throughout the store. The number of dazzling silk colors was overwhelming.

Lamai asked the taxi driver to take us back to the hotel after we finished the silk factory tour. It was almost 4 PM by the time we arrived. It had been a very warm day and my cotton shirt was damp from perspiration. I paid the taxi driver, and we went through the hotel lobby to the elevator.

Lamai and I went to my room where we showered together again. After drying off, we returned to the bedroom, naked. The room was still quite warm, as it was late afternoon; the ceiling fan over the bed turned lazily, barely lessening the heat. I was a little tired from the heat and all the walking we had done, so I suggested we lie under the fan to rest and cool off. About thirty minutes later, I had almost drifted off to sleep, when I felt a warm hand on my cock. Lamai was staring at me with those big brown eyes, and she had an impish grin on her face.

I reached over and placed my hand flat on her pussy. That was all it took. In a flash, she was on her hands and knees beside me, offering me a nipple. While nibbling on her nipple, I started rubbing my finger around and around her clitoris; she spread her legs wider to give me unhindered access to it. I dipped my fingers into her wet pussy several times to get more lubrication and in a few minutes, she threw her head back, breathing hard. She grimaced and I felt her pussy contract around my fingers several times as her body shuddered when she climaxed. Then she collapsed on the bed next to me.

It took her awhile to catch her breath. At length, she said, "Sir, I like."

Her next comment was, "We fuck now?"

"Sure, Lamai."

Lamai bounded off the bed to the basket. I really enjoyed watching Lamai's cute little butt when she walked away from me, and how her breasts jiggled when she walked back. She came back to the bed with a condom, a small bottle of baby oil, and what looked to be a pearl necklace. With a deft hand, she opened the condom package and unrolled it over my throbbing cock.

I didn't understand the need for the pearl necklace or the baby oil. She placed a large towel on the bed, then asked me to get on the towel on my hands and knees. When I was in that position, she poured some baby oil on her hand and rubbed it on my anus. Then she poured some more oil on her hand and ran the necklace through it. She knelt behind me and pushed the necklace into my rectum, leaving a silk string about two feet long attached to the end of the necklace.

Lamai crawled under me on her back, keeping hold of the silk string. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. I thrust in and out of her, enjoying the way she massaged my cock with her pussy. I tried to hold my ejaculation back, but her pussy gripped and pulled and tugged over the head of my cock as it had before.

In a short period of time, I felt I had reached the point of inevitability; I was going to climax. Lamai also realized I had reached my tipping point. She slowly tugged on the silk string, pulling the necklace through my anus. As each bead passed through, I felt electrifying sensations. It was the best climax I'd ever had. I fell on top of Lamai, breathless. A little later, Lamai said, "We wash now."

We showered together yet again. The sun had set by the time we returned to the bedroom, and I was worn out and hungry. I asked Lamai if she knew of a restaurant that served traditional Thai food. Of course she did. We dressed and hired a taxi to a restaurant she knew about. The restaurant wasn't one frequented by tourists. Looking around, I realized I was the only Westerner in the dining room.

The waiter didn't seem to understand English, so Lamai ordered drinks and a meal for us. I told her I'd like a beer. Lamai ordered a Singha beer for me and a hibiscus tea for herself. The meal she ordered was a type of stir-fry on a bed of jasmine rice. When it came, it looked like chopped leaves of plants I'd seen growing near the river, along with bits of meat and other vegetables that I'd never seen before. However, I'll have to admit it was tasty, but a little on the spicy side. We had a delightful meal together.

During our meal, we chatted about a number of things. Lamai wanted to know all about America. I told her I had grown up in Illinois. She didn't seem to know where it was, but when I told her I was stationed near Washington, DC, her smile brightened.

She said, "Washington, I know Washington, White House--President Kennedy." During those years, President Kennedy seemed to have an international appeal. Lamai continued, "Someday I go America."

I wondered to myself, "How was she ever going to earn enough money to do that?"

Our discussion turned to local activities. I asked Lamai about Bangkok nightlife. She told me there were a lot of bars and shows, but she said, "Bar girls, they bad. You stay me. I take care you."

When I asked why bar girls were bad, Lamai said, "They want money--one night only. Tomorrow they go somebody else. Lamai stay with Nick."

It was already going on 9 PM, and after the beer and all the day's activities, I was ready for a good night's sleep. We caught another cab and went back to the hotel.

At the hotel, Lamai said she was going to pick up some things and would meet me in a few minutes. I rode the elevator upstairs and went to my room. The room was still warm, so I went out on the balcony and sat on the lounge chair to cool off a little. I watched the lights across the river and the traffic on the street below. A few minutes later I felt Lamai's arm around my shoulder. She was wearing a long, sheer, white silk gown. She came around the lounge chair and faced me. She unbuckled my slacks and tugged them off, along with my shorts. I was now naked from the waist down.

While I sat on the lounge chair, Lamai straddled my thighs, facing me. She reached down and started massaging my cock until it was fully erect. I don't know where she kept the condom, but in a few seconds, she had unrolled it on my stiff cock. Next, she leaned forward and maneuvered herself until my cock was inside her.

I reached under her gown and put my hands on her breasts and started to rub and stroke her nipples. She smiled and I could see in her eyes that she was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing. As she tightened and relaxed the muscles in her thighs, it caused her body to rise and fall a couple of inches. As she did this, she was also exercising her pussy muscles, milking my cock in a myriad of ways as she'd done before.

I removed my right hand from her breast, reached down, and began circling her clitoris. It didn't take very long until I felt her pussy muscles spasm around my cock, causing me to climax also. Lamai fell forward, still skewered by my cock, with her breasts against my chest. She was obviously as spent as I was. We sat that way for a few minutes until my limp cock fell out of Lamai's pussy.

I finally said, "Lamai, we need to go to bed and get some sleep."

We showered together yet again. Lamai appeared to have some kind of obsession regarding body cleanliness. She was in the shower several times a day.

Lamai and I went to bed naked. As we had done previously, we slept on our sides with me behind Lamai in a spoon position and my cock between her thighs.

The next morning, just as she had promised, Lamai was my alarm clock. It was just beginning to get light outside, when I felt Lamai's warm hand on my cock. I opened one eye and groggily looked at her.

She smiled back, "Sir, I am alarm clock."

"So you are, Lamai."

"Sir, we fuck?"

Lamai seemed to be one girl who just couldn't get enough sex. It occurred to me that maybe Lamai was a nymphomaniac. I'm sure all guys dream of meeting one, but I never expected it might to happen to me. Now I was doing the best I could to keep up with her, not that I was complaining.

"Sure," I said.

She rolled toward me and presented a nipple. I nibbled and licked and flicked it with my tongue. Lamai grasped my already hard cock (I hadn't relieved my bladder yet) and started gently massaging it. We both seemed to be about ready for sex; I climbed between Lamai's thighs in the missionary position. Lamai reached for a condom on the nightstand and handed it to me.

While I was putting it on, Lamai said, "We try different?"

Before I had a chance to answer, she was on her knees with her shoulders on the pillow, presenting her ass to me, doggy-style. She had both hands around her bottom, pulling her pussy open for me. What a sight, the inside of her pussy was pink and her little asshole looked like a small brown bulls-eye.

I'd never had sex in this position. I climbed on the bed, on my knees, behind her and gently pushed inside her pussy. After I'd entered her, I realized my penetration was different than when we'd done it facing each other. She pushed her shoulders up until she was on her hands and knees--then she started rocking back and forth. I could feel her pussy grasping my cock as she was rocking, and I noticed that every time her pussy grasped, her anus twitched. I placed my thumb on her anus and she jumped at first, but then I felt her pussy tighten. So I started massaging around her anus with my thumb, while reaching under her pussy and rubbing her clitoris with my other hand.

She said, "I like."

Finally, I timed my thrusts to match her rocking. As she climaxed, I could feel her little anal sphincter rhythmically grasping at my thumb while her pussy throbbed in unison with it. It took but a few seconds until my cock gushed semen again. Lamai really knew how to take care of a man.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes, relaxing from our latest coupling. This Thai woman, small as she was, could really wear me down. Afterward, we showered and I shaved. I ordered the same breakfast we'd had the previous day.

I told Lamai that I wanted to see some of the temples and shrines. She appeared to be happy with my choice. She said, "We see many temples today."

After breakfast, Lamai left for a few minutes and came back wearing a light green sarong and a long-sleeve green top with white and yellow flowers printed on it. We made our way to the street and hired another tuk-tuk. Lamai told the driver that we wanted his services for all day and obtained a price of about $1 US.

We visited the Temple of the Golden Buddha. Lamai told me it was the largest solid gold statue in the world, weighing more than 10,000 pounds, standing nearly ten feet tall. It boggled my mind to think how many millions of dollars it would be worth. Lamai said the Buddha was once covered in a plaster casing to hide it from an invading army. Apparently, many years had passed and the golden Buddha inside was forgotten. Then, much later, when they were moving the statue with a crane, they dropped it. Some of the plaster broke off, revealing the gold underneath.

Lamai and I spent the entire day visiting other interesting temples and shrines. We visited the Temple of the Emerald Buddha, Temple of the Reclining Buddha, Temple of Dawn, and several others that I've lost track of. I believe it was at the Temple of the Emerald Buddha near the Grand Palace where there were many mural paintings inside the wall depicting the mythic history of Thailand. Lamai said her favorite part of the story showed the monkey god, Hanuman, who was the son of the monkey princess and the Wind God. As I understood Lamai, Hanuman helped Rama, the king, rescue his kidnapped bride.

When Lamai and I returned to the hotel at about 4 PM, there was a note on my door to call the US embassy. I called, and received good news. The plane which was scheduled to arrive the next day had broken down in the Philippines and would be delayed for twenty-four hours. They advised me to call back the next day for a further update. I felt a sense of elation, being able to spend more time with Lamai. When I told Lamai I'd be staying a day longer, she smiled up at me and said, "Tomorrow we fuck more?"

Lamai began undressing me and slipped off her sarong and blouse. She grabbed a towel and placed it on the bed. She retrieved the bottle of baby oil, then asked me to get on the towel on my knees with my shoulders on the pillow. When she knelt beside me, I thought we were going to have sex as we'd had the previous evening, with the pearl necklace.
Lamai sat behind me and poured some baby oil on her hand and rubbed in on my anus. I could feel some of the cool oil running down my balls. Lamai started rubbing the oil around on my scrotum, squeezing my balls gently as she stroked them. My cock was getting stiff. Then she poured a little more oil on her hand and started rubbing it over my cock. Up and down her hands went, massaging my cock. The baby oil lubricant was something new to me and the lubrication provided new sensations. Her soft hands were making my cock stiffer and stiffer.

She judged me pretty well. As I was reaching the point where I thought I might ejaculate at any time, she slid her finger into my anus and started massaging my prostate through my rectum, all the while stroking my cock. It only took a few seconds until I started to cum. The pressure of Lamai's wiggling finger was squeezing semen from my prostate into my ejaculate stream. I don't think I've ever ejaculated more, and I don't recall any more powerful muscular contractions of my cock and anus when I ejaculated. It felt like I had ejaculated a cupful, although it was much less, I'm sure. Never had I felt so sexually spent as I did then.

Lamai crawled onto the bed next to me and smiled, "You like?"

"Yes, you really set me off that time."

"We do again?"

"Not now Lamai. You'll kill me."

I walked rubbery-legged to the shower and we showered together yet again. We dried each other with the fluffy hotel towels.

Since we'd spent most of the day in the heat, walking around temples and shrines, I was exhausted. Not only had Lamai worn me out sexually, my feet felt as if I'd walked ten miles. We lay naked on the bed to take a nap. The moving air from the overhead fan felt cool on our damp bodies.

About an hour later, I awakened with an urge to urinate. It was late afternoon. Lamai was still asleep, beside me, lying on her back with her hair tousled about, one hand on her abdomen and her other arm stretched above her head.

I quietly rolled out of bed, trying not to awaken her, on my way to the bathroom. At the bottom of the bed, I stopped to admire the beautiful sleeping Asian Venus who had given me so much carnal delight. I watched her sleep for a couple minutes. A faint smile crossed her lips. Her left leg was straight, but her right leg was bent with the outside of her thigh and calf on the bed, her right foot on her left knee, which opened her pussy slightly. As I gaped at her bare pussy, I couldn't help but feast my eyes on the folds of her inner labia and clitoral hood. Just watching my naked Lamai sleeping on the bed gave me an erection.

She reached down with the hand that had been on her abdomen and rubbed her pussy a couple of times and then let out a sigh, but remained sleeping. I continued on to the bathroom and relieved myself. On returning to the bedroom, Lamai was was still asleep. I stopped again for a couple more minutes to ogle my naked friend.

Since Lamai was still sleeping, I thought I'd lie down beside her for a little while and close my eyes until she awakened. I hadn't intended to go to sleep, but sometime later I awoke with one of those, 'Where the hell am I?' moments. It took several seconds to realize I was in my Bangkok hotel room, next to Lamai. The inside of the hotel room was very dark. I arose from the bed and walked to the balcony door where there was enough street light to read my watch. It read 9:05--we must have been more tired than we thought.

I think I awakened Lamai, because she started to stir. She sat up in bed, stretched, and rubbed her eyes. Now that we were both awake, I turned on a lamp next to the bed and asked Lamai if she'd like to get something to eat. She said she was hungry, so we both dressed and went down to the street. Lamai said she knew of a restaurant that stayed open late.

We caught a tuk-tuk and Lamai directed the driver to an area with a large number of gaudy neon signs. It appeared to be a bar district with many of the bars advertising girlie shows. Lamai said something to the driver and he stopped and let us out in front of a small restaurant. We went in and enjoyed a delicious Thai meal. It reminded me of a spicy version of Kung Pao chicken.

Over our meal, Lamai asked if I'd like to see a Thai floor show. "Sure," I said, having never seen one. After we dined, we walked down the street to a nightclub with large neon sign out front. On the facade, garish posters advertised the floor show entertainers.

When we stepped inside, we could hear loud music blaring from the first floor bar. Several scantily-clad, young Thai women met us inside the door of the dimly-lit club. One of them said the floor show was $3 US apiece. I paid for both of us, and we were led upstairs to the second floor. The floor show began at 11 PM, but we arrived about half an hour early, so few patrons had yet arrived. We were seated at a table near the stage. A cute Thai waitress wearing a pair of net stockings, a small bikini bottom, and a skimpy bra came by and took our drink orders.

A few minutes later our drinks arrived; I had a Singha beer and Lamai had a rum and Coke. I paid for our drinks and left a tip for the waitress. As it grew closer to show time, the audience quickly filled all the tables.

The master of ceremonies stepped on-stage at 11 PM and introduced the first act--six busty, good-looking, young women dancers dressed in bikinis. They wore feathered head dresses and carried feather fans. They danced and swayed to loud recorded music provided by a disk jockey.

I thought they looked sexy. Lamai leaned across the table and whispered, "They lady boys."

At first I didn't believe her, but then I noticed they had bulges under their bikini bottoms where women don't. Even though they had nice breasts, the more I watched them, it became apparent they really weren't women at all.

The next act was a man and woman who came on stage dressed in formal wear. The man wore a tuxedo and the woman was wearing an evening gown. They danced to a waltz for a couple minutes. Then they stopped and slowly started undressing each other. When they undressed to their underwear, they retreated behind a back-lighted screen, so we could only see them in silhouette.

Through the screen we could see them remove their underwear. The man's shadow showed he had an erect cock at least a foot long.

Lamai whispered, "Not real."

The woman stroked his cock and seemed to take it in her mouth. Then she lay down, and it looked as if they were having sex, with the man withdrawing his cock nearly all the way before pushing it back into the woman, who moaned and cried out every time he appeared to push it in. After a couple minutes, the man began stroking faster and the woman moaned louder.

When she shrieked to an obvious orgasm, the back-light went dark and the master of ceremonies introduced the next act, three female strippers with large breasts in sequined bikinis. They danced suggestively to the music on stage for a few minutes, then took off their bras. They came into the crowd and danced around some of the tables near the stage, before returning to the stage. When one of the strippers came past our table, I noticed she didn't have any bulges in her bikini bottom, as the lady boys did.

While we were watching the strippers, Lamai slipped one foot out of her sandal and placed it in my crotch. She began wiggling her toes and rubbing them along the length of my cock. I looked around and everyone was watching the strippers, so I opened my legs a little more and let Lamai have her fun.

The strippers danced a couple more minutes before removing their bikini bottoms. The three strippers stood in a line and the middle one did half a cartwheel so she was standing on her hands. The other two caught and held her in an upside-down position. She spread her legs so they looked like a "Y." The stripper closest to her pussy appeared to lick it, while the upside down one moaned something in Thai. Those in the audience who spoke Thai laughed, but not speaking Thai, I didn't catch the joke.

Lamai tried to explain it, but I still didn't get it. I suppose it was an inside Thai joke. The two who were holding the upside down stripper turned her loose and they danced naked on stage for a couple more minutes before they ran off the stage as the spotlights faded.

I thought the next act was unique. First, we heard the whistling music of "Bridge on the River Kwai." The spotlights illuminated the left side of the stage, but no one appeared. Finally, three strange "potato head" figures came from behind the curtain; they had large "bulging eyes." Their "mouths" were whistling the music. My attention was torn between the act on the stage and Lamai's toes rubbing my now stiff cock.

It took a little while to realize I was watching three topless female dancers. White makeup had been applied to their areolae and and black makeup to their nipples, so their breasts became the "bulging eyes." Red lipstick around their navels made it look like whistling "mouths." They moved their bellies in and out with the music, so it appeared they were whistling. Huge floppy hats covered the dancers' heads and shoulders. The audience couldn't see their arms because they held them above their shoulders. Around their hips and legs, they wore costumes that looked like caricature men's suits, with fake arms dangling from the slapstick suit about their mid-thigh. They were quite a hit with the audience.

The last act was a young Thai woman whom I thought was an ordinary stripper. She came on-stage with a blue sequined cube about two feet on a side. As the music played, she danced around the cube, removing parts of her costume until she was topless. Then she stood on top of the cube and faced away from the audience. When she removed the bottom of her costume, she was only wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes.

The master of ceremonies came from off-stage and brought her a cigarette. He lit her cigarette and walked off the stage. She took a couple puffs off the cigarette, then slowly turned around. Next, she placed the cigarette in her pussy and sucked smoke into it. Then she removed the cigarette, squatted down, and blew smoke rings from her pussy. I was amazed at the control she had. The stripper blew smoke rings several times.

The master of ceremonies came back on-stage a second time and handed the smoke-ring lady four ping-pong balls. She remained in a squatting position and put a ping-pong ball into her mouth (apparently to wet it). Then she put it in her pussy and coughed, tightening her abdominal muscles. The ping-pong ball popped nearly ten feet into the audience. She did the same for the other three ping-pong balls. A drunken male in the audience caught one of the ping-pong balls, put it in his mouth, and tried to blow it back to her, but it didn't go five feet.

As far as the floor show went, I thought it was more a sex show than floor show, but interesting, nonetheless. We left the night club well after midnight. Another tuk-tuk took us back to the hotel. Lamai and I arrived back to my room around 1 AM. We'd barely closed the door behind us, when Lamai began removing her clothing.

"We fuck now?" Those were the first words out of her mouth.

Before I had a chance to answer, Lamai was unbuttoning my shirt. It only took her a minute to remove my shirt and tug my slacks and shorts to the floor.

In short order, Lamai was lying naked, on her back, in the bed with a condom in her hand. I followed her to the bed and was on my hands and knees next to her right hip. I put my lips on her right nipple and began flicking and twiddling it with my tongue. Then I started playing with her pussy. When I found her clitoris, she let out little moans of delight. I diddled her clitoris a few more minutes, then her hand found my cock. As I leaned forward to lick her left breast, she started stroking my cock. Within just a few seconds, she had it stiff as a baseball bat. A few more seconds, and she'd unrolled the condom over it.

"OK. Now we fuck?"

I took that to mean she really wanted it now, so I moved between her thighs. As soon as I entered her, she pushed my shoulders upwards and put her ankles on my shoulders. This was another new sex position for me. I discovered my penetration felt different, her pussy seemed a little tighter somehow than in the missionary position, and that must have been what she wanted. When I thrust in and out, her labia seemed to compress around my shaft gripping my cock more firmly.

As in our earlier sexual couplings, she started exercising her pussy muscles. I slowed my rhythm, because I wanted to enjoy sex with her as long as possible, without climaxing. However, it was difficult to remain in a slow rhythm when my sex partner's pussy was pulsing and tugging and massaging my cock the way hers was. I was unable to hold out against the clasping, massaging, and kneading she was giving my cock. I erupted into the condom as I felt her begin her climax.

We finally collapsed together in a pool of sweat. As before, we showered together and went to bed. We lay together naked, face-to-face with Lamai's breasts against my chest and my cock against her abdomen. It only took a few minutes for me to drift off.

The following morning, Lamai was again my alarm clock. My first conscious feeling was that of Lamai straddling my chest, with her sucking my cock. When I opened my eyes, her knees were on either side of my chest, and I was looking up at her pussy, just a few inches from my face. I don't know where she found all her energy. At daybreak, she was wide awake and ready to go. I felt so tired from the night before, I was barely able to raise my head to lick her pussy.

Her first words were, "You like alarm clock?"

"Yes Lamai, you're the best alarm clock I've ever had."

Lamai's eager mouth and tongue were as adept as her pussy muscles. She laughed and continued working on my cock until it was difficult for me to hold back. Her tongue mercilessly licked under the glans and around the rim of my cock. I could feel my scrotum tighten as Lamai massaged my testicles with her nimble fingers. My body shuddered as I came in her mouth. Shortly afterwards my cock went limp, and I was nearly spent at 6 AM.

I continued using my tongue on her clitoris while I inserted two fingers in her wet pussy and pumped them in and out of her. Her little clitoris started pushing itself from between the folds and I could flip it around with my tongue. A short time later I could feel her legs tremble, as I continued working on it with my tongue. Then I could see and feel her pussy throbbing as she reached her climax. A dozen pussy throbs later, she collapsed on me and rolled off on her side.

Lamai turned around lying next to me. I turned toward her slightly and felt her nipples against my chest. She placed one knee between my legs and I caught it between my thighs. Her body was steaming. We both lay there, skin to skin, in each others' arms for about twenty minutes, calming down from our climaxes.

Finally, I said, "Shower?"

Lamai scooted off the bed and we both headed for the shower. After our shower we dried off and I again ordered breakfast for us. Lamai asked what I wanted to do, and I said I'd like to shop for Thai sapphires that I'd heard about.

Lamai said, "I take you sapphire shop, OK?"

After breakfast, Lamai and I rented a tuk-tuk. She said Tommy's Gems was the best place to shop for sapphires. When we arrived at Tommy's Gems, Tommy welcomed Lamai as an old friend. She introduced me to Tommy, and in short order I was given first class treatment. Tommy asked one of his assistants to bring me a cold Singha beer.

Tommy's Gems had bronze ware, sapphires, princess rings, carved ivory, carved wooden elephants, and all kinds of other exotic wares for sale. I indicated I was most interested in sapphires, so Tommy spent more than an hour showing me various sizes and colors of Thai sapphires. They were all exquisitely beautiful, thus it was difficult to choose one over another. I finally purchased several nice ones.

It was nearly 11 AM when we left Tommy's Gems. Lamai asked if I'd ever seen cobras being milked for their venom. I hadn't. We took another tuk-tuk through traffic to a place Lamai knew about. It wasn't a zoo, but some kind of a research center. She said they had collected snake venom, used for making anti-venom, for almost thirty years.

When we arrived, workers were extracting venom from several deadly snake species. They'd open the cages, remove the snakes, and capture their venom in small glass jars. Some of the king cobras appeared to be at least ten feet long. I was glad we were outside and the snakes were on the inside.

Lamai said many Thai farmers were bitten by poisonous snakes in the rural area where she grew up. We watched the venom extraction for awhile, had lunch, and headed back to the hotel.

We arrived back at the hotel about 3 PM, and I called the US Embassy. I was told the plane I was supposed to meet was scheduled to arrive at 1 PM the next day, but that I should call back at 9 AM the next morning to confirm it had actually departed the Philippines.

Lamai and I took another shower together. Lamai aimed the shower spray directly at my cock and started massaging it. In a short time, she had it erect. She stepped out of the shower for a few seconds and came back with a condom, which she slipped on my cock. Then she asked me to put my cock in her pussy.

I had to lower my hips some and she slipped my cock inside her. She grabbed me around the neck and wrapped her legs around my hips. I put my hands under her bottom to steady her. Lamai used her feet to push on the wall behind me, so she could thrust herself onto my cock. I'd never had sex this way before. It was yet another, new and interesting, sex position. After we uncoupled, I discovered the condom had torn. When I showed Lamai, she didn't say anything--she just looked up at me and shook her head. We bathed, dried off, and took another nap under the ceiling fan.

When we awoke it was early evening and we were both hungry. Lamai said we'd try another restaurant we hadn't visited before. We went outside and caught a tuk-tuk which took us to a restaurant near the river. Again, this restaurant's customers were all locals; I was the only Westerner in the place.

Lamai suggested a menu item, Gai yang. It was a marinated grilled chicken, served with sticky rice, and some sweet chili sauce. Lamai ordered a Singha beer for me and lemonade for herself. We enjoyed yet another Thai dinner together. Each night we'd had something different, and each of the meals was excellent.

At dinner I asked Lamai more about her job. She mentioned nearly all the men she escorted were much older than she was. Lamai then added, "Men old--always old men. Not big young man like you. Old men have limp cock--yours hard."

Perhaps that explained why Lamai was eager to have sex with me--we were about the same age. I was only 23 and Lamai was almost 21. I could understand why she might prefer sex with a virile young man with a large cock rather than a wealthy, but old, businessman who had trouble keeping it up. Or, maybe she was just a nymphomaniac.

We left the restaurant and headed back to the hotel. When we arrived at my room, Lamai said, "You go tomorrow?"

"Yes, Lamai. I have to leave tomorrow."

Lamai looked a little sad, then said, "I miss you tomorrow, Nick. You nice man."

She hugged me and looked up at me with her seductive brown eyes. "You stay more?"

"Lamai, I can't. If I miss the plane I'll be in big trouble with the Air Force."

She didn't seem to understand my membership in the military. It wasn't that I was on a personal vacation--even though I wished I had been. I would have stayed with Lamai for another week, if only I could have.

As we were about to have sex, I realized Lamai hadn't brought a condom with her as she usually did, so I asked her about it.
She just said, "I no worry."

I couldn't figure why, after she had been very careful to use a condom before, she didn't want to use one now. Did the broken one affect her decision; did she have an ulterior motive; or did we just run out of condoms?

We had deliberately unhurried, sensuous sex that night without a condom. The sensations I felt were much better than when we'd used one. I thrust in and out of her slowly, wanting to remember every sensation of her feverish pussy around my steel-stiff cock. There was no rush to completion. I think we both wanted to savor sex on our last night together.

When we went to bed, I held her close, feeling her warm breasts against my chest and the heat of her pussy against my cock. I took in her sweet feminine scent, trying to imprint it on my brain. The past four days had gone by so quickly, and now it was about to end. We went to sleep in each other's arms.

Toward morning, I awoke with a painful, throbbing cramp in my left testicle. It seemed to be rebelling at the workout it had been getting. I believe it was because I'd had more sex during the past four days and nights than I'd ever had in my life. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom and massaged my scrotum. That made it feel somewhat better. Since I was already there, I emptied my bladder and headed back to bed.

In the dim light, I could see Lamai was asleep on her side, partly covered by the sheet. She was sprawled across the bed with one hand on her breast and the other under the sheet. I crawled into bed next to Lamai and went back to sleep.

Around 6 AM, I was aware of Lamai jacking my tired cock as if she were polishing a brass bedpost. I opened a leaden eyelid and asked, "You're my alarm clock again?"

Lamai pointed at my limp cock and said, "No more fuck?"

Every other morning it had been as stiff as a board. She didn't know that I'd taken a leak about an hour before she'd awakened.

"You've worn it out," I joked.

"No--no. I fix."

Lamai used her mouth and hands to stiffen my cock. Then she turned around and straddled my hips, piercing herself with my cock. She rocked back and forth, using her pussy muscles to clench and milk it until I found myself unable to resist thrusting into her and climaxing.

Lamai and I lay together for quite awhile afterward, basking in our post-sex afterglow. We showered and had a quiet breakfast together.

Around 9 AM, I called the embassy. The embassy officer confirmed the plane I was supposed to meet would arrive at 1 PM. If I came to the embassy, he said, I could ride to the airport with the Marine guards in their vehicle.

I packed my bags and prepared to check out.

"Nick, don't go," Lamai pleaded. "We had best four days."

"Lamai, I agree, but I have to catch a plane."

I didn't have a choice whether to stay longer, not without being declared AWOL. I was just happy that my boss had assigned me to this trip.

Before I left the hotel, I gave Lamai $40 US (the same as the cost of my hotel room) and told her she could add it to her savings. I doubted the hotel gave her much more than $1 US a day, and after what she had done for me, I couldn't have given her any less.

We held each other tight and I kissed her goodbye before heading to the embassy. I may be mistaken, but I thought I detected her eyes getting a little misty. For me, leaving Lamai was tinged with a bit of sadness. I can't say I was in love with her, but on the other hand, it was difficult not to think of her as a very close, even intimate, friend. She taught me a lot. Even if we hadn't had sex, Lamai would have left an indelible mark on me with her attractive beauty and bubbling personality.

I met the plane at the airport and signed for the shipment back to the US. On the way back to the States, I reflected on the past few days I'd spent in Thailand. Lamai and I had had sex in many unconventional positions that would have made the authors of the Kama Sutra proud. Before visiting Bangkok, I had no idea a man and woman could copulate in so many different positions.

When I returned from my trip, I stopped at my headquarters to sign in. My boss saw me in the hallway and asked if I enjoyed my trip to Bangkok. I replied that I had. He asked if I'd met any LBFM's. I asked what an LBFM was, because I'd never heard the term.

He said, "Little brown fucking machines." Then he followed up with, "Never mind, lieutenant. I can tell by your smile that you did."

Unpacking my suitcase after I arrived home, I discovered a piece of paper with Lamai's name and address; she must have slipped it into my suitcase before I left. I stored it away in a spot where I wouldn't lose it.

I corresponded with Lamai about once a year for several years. I would send her a birthday card and a short note about what I'd been doing. She would reply with a paragraph or two, in a child-like scrawl, telling me about her life and plans to move back to her village.

Unfortunately, I never had another trip to Thailand while assigned to ARFCOS. In 1965, I was transferred to a base in Germany. Lamai and I and continued exchanging letters. A couple years later, she said that many American GI's on Rest and Relaxation (R&R) from Vietnam came to Bangkok. She also said she had accumulated nearly enough money to move back to her village.

I received another letter from Lamai in 1968. In it, she said she had met an American GI stationed in Vietnam who had visited Bangkok on R&R, and they planned on marrying. I was transferred shortly afterward to another base back in the States, and during the move, I somehow lost Lamai's address. That was the last time I heard from her.

At my new base, I met a very nice young woman, with whom I fell in love. After a year of dating, I married my wife, Ellen, in November 1969. After our wedding, we moved into a small apartment. While going through my belongings, Ellen came across my photos of Thailand. Many of them were of Lamai at the floating market or standing in front of a Buddhist shrine or temple. Luckily, I hadn't taken any nude photos of Lamai while on my Bangkok trip.

Ellen casually asked, "Who is the attractive, young Asian woman in these photos?"

"Oh, she was our tour guide in Bangkok," I said.

"Where are all the other tourists?"

Thinking fast, I said, "The tour guide asked us to stand in a line so everyone could take a picture, without getting a photo of the back of someone's head."

"Smart girl," said Ellen.

Ellen enjoyed keeping a photo album. She'd obtained photos from both our parents dating back to when we were kids, in high school, and in college. She added photos of our wedding and honeymoon. She also added my photos of Thailand and other interesting places I'd visited.

In 1972, I was assigned to McGuire Air Force Base (AFB), New Jersey, in a new job. McGuire AFB sits adjacent to Fort Dix Army Base, not far from Philadelphia. Ellen and I moved into an apartment near my new base. Several months after we'd lived there, Ellen heard the Army Post Exchange (PX) had a wider selection than the Air Force Base Exchange (BX), so she talked me into accompanying her on a shopping trip to the Fort Dix, PX.

Ellen wanted to shop for some shoes, and I wanted to look at some electronics, so I asked her to meet me in an hour. While I was browsing the electronics department, I stepped backwards and bumped into someone. As I turned to say "Excuse me," I was looking into a familiar face; I had literally bumped into Lamai. What were the chances? It was truly a small world, after all. She was shopping in the PX with her husband, a chief warrant officer. Lamai was carrying a cute baby girl. Lamai hadn't changed much in all those years; a little heavier maybe, and she looked a little older, but she was still a beautiful woman.

Lamai introduced me to her husband, Jim. I chatted with Lamai and Jim for awhile. I told Jim I'd met Lamai on a trip to Bangkok in 1962. He said he'd been an Army helicopter pilot in Vietnam and had gone on R&R to Bangkok in early 1968. He'd met Lamai at the hotel where I'd stayed. They'd had a whirlwind romance; Jim proposed marriage, and she accepted. They were married in 1968 at the end of his tour of duty. He returned to the US where he was stationed at Ft Rucker, Alabama, as a helicopter flight instructor. Jim was now stationed at Ft Dix.

Lamai told me her daughter was six months old and her name was Kanya. She said Kanya means "girl" in Thai. I mentioned that my wife and I had tried starting a family, but hadn't had any success yet.

Ellen returned from her shopping at that point and put her arm around mine. I introduced her to Jim, Lamai, and Kanya. Ellen graciously smiled, touched the baby's arm, and mentioned how cute Kanya was. I told Ellen that I'd met Lamai on a trip to Bangkok in 1962. I'm not sure Ellen recognized Lamai immediately, but I could see it was gradually starting to sink in as she recalled the Bangkok photos in our photo album.

Lamai asked Ellen, "No baby-san yet?"

Ellen said, "No, not yet, but we've been trying."

Lamai then said, "Nick fucks good. You get pregnant soon."

I could tell by the way Ellen's fingernails were digging into the flesh of my arm that we should be moving along. We said our goodbyes to Jim and Lamai. Ellen's usually buoyant mood had changed for the worst. As we were heading toward the checkout counter, I could see her eyebrows knitted and furrowed; her lips had become a thin line; there was anger in her eyes. She didn't say a word until after we'd checked out and were in the car.

"OK, Nick. It's time to spill the beans."

My response to Ellen was that I'd met Lamai by accident in the PX and this was the first time I'd seen her since 1962. Further, I had no idea she and her husband lived at Fort Dix. Lamai had been my escort in Bangkok, I admitted, but I'd mistakenly hired her thinking I'd signed up for a tour guide. I judged our discussion would end when I told to Ellen that I didn't realize it was common for some Bangkok hotels to provide a female escort to male guests as an extra hotel service.

"Nick, do you really expect me to believe the hotel supplied you with a whore the entire time you stayed in Bangkok?"

It took several more minutes to describe Buddhism is the major religion in Thailand, and their culture is tolerant of sexual practices that we find unacceptable in the West. Ellen listened while I recounted that many young Thai women, like Lamai, went to work in Bangkok hotels to help support their poor families back home. I pointed out that Lamai didn't feel she was a prostitute--she had called herself a "travel hostess." I also mentioned that prostitution didn't have the same stigma in Thailand as it does in the US.

When I finished, Ellen asked, "And did you have to accept her as a live-in, sex partner while you were in the hotel?"

"No, I guess I didn't, but I was young and horny. It was just one of those things that happened. I can't say I'm proud of it, but I can't say that I regret it, either."

Ellen sat in her seat, with a scowl on her face, her arms crossed, almost crying, staring at the floor.

I twisted toward her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Ellen, I've been faithful to you ever since we started dating, and I intend to stay faithful. I love you dearly. Can you forgive me?"

Ellen sat silent for over a minute, deep in thought. "Nick, I wasn't a virgin when we met. I think you summed it up pretty well--it was just something that happened. I have no regrets about my past, either. Yes, you are forgiven."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss. I thanked her for her forgiveness, and we drove home.

The next time after we'd had sex, Ellen asked, "Am I as good as Lamai?"

"Well, Lamai had some moves that you don't."

"Like what?"

I went on to detail how Lamai had cut up the banana, how she knew a large number of sex positions, and could use her pussy muscles in ways that Ellen didn't.

"How many times did you and Lamai have sex?"

"I didn't count--maybe a dozen."

"You've got to be kidding--in four days? We didn't have that much sex during our honeymoon. I always wondered where you learned all those strange sex positions."

Then she added, "I can go along with some of the odd positions, but there are knives in the kitchen. When you want a banana cut up, you can cut it up yourself."

Ellen became pregnant in a few months, and later gave birth to a beautiful daughter whom we named Andrea. We never again visited the Ft Dix, PX.

Being the proud father that I was, I took a number of photos of Andrea. When the photos came back from the photo processor, I decided to add the best ones to our photo album. It was then I discovered all my photos of Bangkok were gone.

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