One Night In Bangkok-The Finale-E.R.I.T.

It would be nice to say that I went back the next night and finished what I had started, but in truth I didn't.
The sex had been brilliant, and looms ever larger in the legend of my own life in my own mind. All of you English majors out there will recognize (or should anyway) the initials in the title of this post---William Wordsworth nailed it on the head when he spoke of Emotion Recollected In Tranquility, and the acronym has stuck with me since my undergraduate days. I got to engage in lots of different kinds of sex that She doesn't see as part of her world, especially with Her ever decreasing libido.
But there's a baggage charge involved in paying for sex, even when it's a commonly accepted practice in the part of the world you're visiting. There were experiences that I wanted to have, acts and feelings that would never been available to me, and so I had taken a very deep breath and plunged in, knowing that I couldn't unring the bell once it had sounded.

And I'm still trying to figure out if it was worth it, not monetarily of course, but emotionally. I still get rock hard thinking about what I did, and how easy and simple it was. And then the moralistic part of me rises up, and I start dealing with guilt feelings about paying for sex.

And I'm still trying to strike that balance, where I can reconcile what I did with how I feel about doing it.

One Night In Bangkok-Part Ic

We sat still at opposite ends of the bed, both of us hidden in our own thoughts for a moment, her skin shining ever so slightly with a tiny sheen of perspiration, I with an erection that seemed a mile long and that begged for attention. I struggled mightily to hold my hands at my sides and not in my crotch, as we both caught our breaths. The bed was soaked, and would be uncomfortable for either of us.
She stood up after a moment or two, smiled again, and gestured towards the straightbacked chair in the corner of the room and the small towel lying across the back of the chair. Spreading the towel across the seat, she motioned to me to sit down, and I made my way across the room, my cock waving in the air in front of me. She reached into her bag yet again, and brought out a condom wrapped in gold foil. Fearful that I would cum right in her hands, I took it from her and smoothed it on, unrolling it as cautiously as I could.
I had wanted to have sex with her in ways that I didn't with Her, and doggy style sex from behind was what I wanted...not anal sex, just sex from behind, held tight by her butt and legs, and so I sat down, with my legs spread slightly, and she backed up to me, reaching down between her legs and grasping my cock at the base, guiding it up to her opening, her legs wide outside of mine, standing on tiptoes. Ever so slowly, she put the tip of my cock into her lubed opening, using her other hand to spread herself wider, and then she started to sink down on me, pushing her butt back and down, until she engulfed me fully, suspended on my lap, her feet dangling just a bit in the air, making movement difficult for either of us until she hesitantly brought first one leg and then the other inside of mine, grabbing my penis in what felt like a vise like grip, finally putting both of her feet on the floor, pinning me to the chair. I reached around her and grasped her breasts, cupping each on in a hand, unconsciously rolling the nipples between my fingers, feeling them harden in spite of themselves.
And then she started to contract her muscles deep within herself, gently at first. It felt like I was being pulled inside her by some unknown force, somehow massaging the top half of my cock, now deeply imbedded inside her. She hunched forward slightly, putting her hands on her knees, breathing slightly deeper, as she continued. It felt like she was pulling me deeper and deeper inside her, but I was unable to move. Then the contractions became stronger, and stronger, until I could wait no longer, and I came, finally remembering that I hadn't really been breathing, exhaling forcefully. She continued to flex for a moment or two, draining me of whatever cum might be left within me.
Finally, we detached, she reaching down to remove the condom, now full, using the towel to wipe me dry and then to wipe her own thighs and groin down as well, and we were done, at least for the moment. The money had long ago been taken care of, and I added generously to it.
I mentioned to her that I had to fly out the next evening, that I still had more things on my mind, inquiring what time she started work, for after all it was work for her, certainly not a date or anything like that.
And we agreed on where and when I could meet her the next afternoon.

One Night In Bangkok-Part Ib

And so we disentangled from the positions we were in, she sitting crosslegged at the head of the bed, and I at the very foot. She reached down to her bag, and brought out a large and very lifelike dark brown dildo, which she placed on the bed in front of her. I have always been a watcher, really getting aroused by watching other people experience sex, either by themselves or while participating with someone else, whether it involved watching them do themselves, or seeing them engaged in sex with another person. And so we proceeded to the second part of the night---I wanted to see her squirt while masturbating, something She never goes (either the masturbating or the squirting).
And I knew this was the hardest thing that I was asking this woman to do, because it meant showing me something personal of herself. She reached down with her left hand, and separated her lower lips, allowing me to see her pinkish vulva in greater exposure. Her right index finger reached down between the lips and started to slowly move back and forth up and down her slit, pausing occaisionally at the top to give her clit a slight twirl. She closed her eyes and seemed to settle down further into the position she was sitting in. I could hear the tiny scratch-scratch of her fingers as they grazed her pubic hairs, even cut short as they were.
She stopped for a moment, reached down for the tube of lube, and applied it to her opening, leaning back against the wall, and then she slowly put the dildo in, wriggling back and forth until the whole thing disappeared up her canal. I could see the flat base between her legs, and her tight brown anus was on display as well.
Her left hand now pushed down on her pubic bone just above the hairline, splaying her slit wide open and forcing her clit to stand up in greater exposure, almost holding the slit open. Her right hand returned to its work, concentrating more now on the clit, moving up and down with a come hither motion, faster and faster, her jaw dropping as she became more aroused. She started to move the dildo in and out as she fingered her clit, and I could see that she might be close to cumming. She continued, increasing her speed with both of her hands, until suddenly she jerked the dildo out of her vagina, grunted once or twice, and started to spray out a clear, what seemed like slightly viscous fluid. She had squirted two or perhaps three times, making with bed wet with her fluids, and I reached down to touch the slightly tacky wetness, finding out that it was not unlike the precum that might, and in fact was dripping from my from my cock.
She sat up and opened her eyes, giving me a slight smile, somewhat shy, perhaps acknowledging that she had shown me something private, something of herself.

One Night In Bangkok-Part Ia

She had stopped at the bar exit and picked up her tote bag, and slung it over her shoulder, along with the tiny change purse evening bag, which only had enough capacity for money, condoms, lipstick, and anything else tiny. She took my arm and led me down the street to an unmarked and unremarkable looking door, which opened onto a tiny lobby and staircase, which we climbed together.

At this point I started to feel anxious, performance anxiety settling in at a rampant pace...it had truly been a long time since I had been with a woman other than Her. One gets used to conveniences and accomodations, the way you touch and get touched, and I was hoping that I hadn't forgotten what to do and how to do it. My breath became shorter, and my throat started to constrict, which is the feeling that I always get in new sexual situations. As we walked down a hallway, I took deep breaths, knowing that there was no turning back. But this was my arrangement, this was for me, this was for my pleasure, so why was I so nervous? We entered a room, and she immediately crossed to turn on the tiny air conditioner, cooling the room almost instantly. She turned to face me, standing alongside the bed, and said, "Money first," and so I paid her the agreed upon price in the local currency (bahts) and she tucked the bills into her purse and hung it on the back of the door.

She turned her back to me and calmly shrugged out of her dress, and I could see only fine smooth skin, a bubble shaped rear, and the tiny string of her thong climbing up between her cheeks. She turned to face me, with her arms crossed in front of her breasts, and her pubic area just covered by the thinnest and tiniest triangle of black fabric. As she let her arms fall to her sides, I could see that I'd made a right choice. She had standup boobs, and nipples that were large, dark, round, almost like half dollars, and so I stood there, dumbstruck, poleaxed, like a deer in the headlights. She took off her triangle and showed me the smallest landing strip pubic hair I'd ever seen. Then she took a small towel and wet just one corner of it, wiping around her miniature patch, pulling it up between her legs.

Crossing to me, she skinned my shirt over my head, and then reached down to open my pants, which puddled around my feet. My cock stood out against my shorts painfully, until she pushed down my black underwear. She wiped my down with another corner of the towel. She walked to the head of the bed and sat down across it, motioning to me to lie down across her lap.

And so we came to the first part, her dangling her breasts in my mouth and my sucking on them, while she manipulated me with her hand until I came. She bent over a bit, allowing one breast to just reach my mouth, while putting her hand down deep between my legs, reaching with her pinkie to the very edge of my perineum, where it meet my ass, slowly dragging the nail up to my scrotom, back down again, then up and across my balls to the base of my penis. My hands remained at my sides, and I sucked gently and persistently first at one nipple and then at the other, feeling her nipples swell and harden as I sucked. She had applied some lube to my cock, and started to gently, oh so gently, stroke up and down, doing some sort of butterfly thing with her fingertips at the very top. I was far gone, going to some other place of pleasure, just becoming two sensation points, one at my mouth and tongue, the other between my legs.

Every time I started to get ready to cum, she would slow down and concentrate just on the head, sensing when my hips might start to move back and forth, stopping stroking and just playing with the head, her nails and fingertips playing their little game. Sounds started to come out of me, moans combining the feeling of pleasure and the pain of not quite cumming, and I continued to suck and suck and suck. Finally I could wait no longer, and she held my cock in place as I came on my own stomach, the cum pulsing out in warm globs. She bent further forward over my stomach and licked up the cum, bringing up face up so that I could see it dripping from her mouth. It's what I'd paid her for.

One Night In Bangkok-Prologue

I've been travelling in countries where I wasn't quite sure what I could and couldn't put into email or bring up on the screen, and the diffiiculty of reading the home page in Thai or Bhutanese, or German for that matter, made posting difficult. But I'm back, with truly lots to say.

I had thought about it long and hard, the prostitute concept, the idea of paying someone for sex, and rationalizing it in terms of Her. Our sex fits what might be called GGG---good, giving, and game, although the last part has waned over time. The fact that She takes behavior modification drugs, and has hit the menopause wall, renders Her libido pretty much a thing of the past. Even the CR variety of the drug pretty much leaves Her with an intellectual interest, but without any real horniness, and certainly not for any seriously new activities, which seem to be all that are on my mind lately. And so I've worked out in my mind what works for me...that what I'd be doing is paying for activities or things that aren't part of the sexual vocabulary at home, things that She just won't even think about. It isn't just for normal sex, but rather for what I would experience with Her.

As it turned out, my hotel in Bangkok was just about a 15 minute walk from Soi Cowboy, one of the two major open sex areas in the city, and I had been passing it the first two nights, when I went out for street food for dinner. I didn't even realize this until I was walking past a bar on the second night in the city, and I was accosted by a multitude of girls asking me if I wanted to have a good time, and would I come in for a beer, all beers 75 bahts in the local currency. I'm dense sometimes, but even I understood where I was, and so with a mental throw of the switch, I went into the airconditioned bar and elbowed my way up to the bar. It was sort of like the Beach Boys song, "Two girls for every boy", except there were a lot more than two for every guy, and it took me a minute before I realized that direct eye contact constituted an invitation. But I was judicious in gazing around, and found someone I thought kind of sexy. All the women wore similar outfits, spaghetti strapped camis over tight black pants, or similar dresses, ending way about the knee. The girl that I chose, because she looked about 16 (and maybe that's part of the allure) had long dark hair to the middle of her back, peekaboo bangs and a slightly sulky cast to her lips. There was not much light in the bar, and less light in her eyes. She was short and had average sized breasts, which swung freely under her top. But she quickly joined me at the bar (I'm not a sit down at the table sort of guy), asking me if I would buy her a girldrink (I should hasten to add here that I had discussed all of this with my friend Chuckie the Gym Rat, who spends a third of the year in Thailand, but now only goes upcountry), who let me know what protocol might be, and what questions I should be asking, before I would up paying for a champagne cocktail of fruit juice and some exhorbitant rate.

The drinks came quickly, and she turned sideways, smearing her cleavage across my arm, putting her mouth close to my ear to overcome the thumping disco music, asking me if I would like to go somewhere. I had thought about this for such a long time, think about how I would tell her what I wanted, my hearbeat going way up and my throat constricting the way it always does when I'm around illicit sex or some new sexual experience. And so I told her, the three things that I wanted her to do, telling her one thing at a time what was on my list. She seemed to balk at the second activity, and I was able to explain to her that it was an all or nothing experience. She wanted to say that one thing was too personal, and waBargirl English is remarkable in that there must be nothing that they haven't been asked to do, and so we bargained, mouth to ear and ear to mouth, until we agreed on a price and a time limit. And then I added a few additional ideas, the price going up like a cash register as I added things. It was a remarkable feeling, being able to get someone to do something sexual by baldly adding bahts to the amount. I always say that I'm a slut for the beach, meaning that I'll do almost anything to get there, but now I truly understood the slut concept, as she would do anything I asked, for money.

And so I paid a small bar fine, and we exited the bar into Soi Cowboy, moving towards an unmarked door further up the street, next to one of the ubiquitous sidewalk noodle stands.