| Lesbian: First Time: Fucking a Thai Masseuse (1/3) |
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I'm 99 percent straight and one percent lesbian. By that I mean I've had sex with at least 99 men and only one woman. Oh, lord, did I have sex with that woman! I worked at the American Embassy in Bangkok, Thailand. I was 41, unattached, and taking men home with me when I could find them. In sin-city Bangkok that wasn't as easy as it sounds. The eligible men like Thai girls who are cheap, willing, and attractive. A round-eye woman like me often gets left out. On the recommendation of friends I hired a Thai masseuse to come to my house after my Sunday morning tennis game. I had never had a Thai massage and I didn't know what to expect -- although I knew that when men went to a Thai massage parlor the culmination of their purchased hour was a hand job. More than that was an extra cost option. But my massages were innocent -- although sensual as the nearly naked little Thai girl crawled all over me and came very close to making me purr. I say girl because my masseuse was named Noi, which means "small" in Thai, and she was small, about five feet tall, less than 100 pounds, and with a bra size about 30 AA. Compared to her I was a moose at 5 feet eight and 150 pounds. She was 25 years old, but looked a teenager. Noi worked during the week at a large and well-known massage parlor, located in a five story building and employing 50 girls. She told me to telephone her at the massage parlor if I wanted a massage during the week. One slow afternoon in the Embassy, man-less and horny, I did just that. Noi was available and she told me to come to the side door of the massage parlor where I would be met and escorted to her room. I didn't want to go in the front door of the massage parlor to be seen by a dozen or more male tourists picking out their female masseuse -- and sex partner -- by examining them through a fishbowl window. In Thai massage parlors, the girls awaiting a customer all sit in a brightly lit room on a stairstep platform. They wear short, white dresses and have a red number pinned on her chest. You stand outside the fishbowl in a darkened room and select one by telling the attendant the number. "I'll never forget number 23" is a standard joke among men in Thailand. I took a taxi to the massage parlor and nervously found my way to the side door. Waiting for me was an older woman with a small flashlight. I slipped in through the door and the woman led me down pitch black corridors and up a freight elevator to Noi's room. The corridors were dark to ensure that surreptitious customers like me would not run into their boss or spouse or priest there. Noi's room was partially lit. It contained a bathtub and a massage table covered with a mattress. Noi was dressed in a nurse-like uniform although the dress was too short and the zipper down the front open enough to reveal what little cleavage she had. She had the number 42 pinned to her chest. We exchanged air kisses |
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