| Lesbian: First Time: Fucking a Thai Masseuse (3/3) |
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vagina, her hips gyrating moving back and forth to capture my tongue. She seemed to be near a climax when I got back on the massage table and got on top of her. I wanted to feel what it was like for a man when he mounts a woman. Her hand slipped down to my clitoris, my hand to hers, and we brought each other to climax. Mine was real. Hers? She was a professional, after all, working for money, not love. That was the beginning of an affair that lasted more than a year. Every week or two, I would sneak away from work to meet Noi in the massage parlor and I would enjoy an hour or two of being bathed and having my clitoris massaged by Noi's talented fingers or mouth. Each time, I went back to work with a bright smile and a tired happy body. We developed a relationship. Her English was pretty good, and I could speak a little Thai. We had our terms of endearment and language of intimacy. Our favorite was "flying a kite." In Thailand, kite flying is a popular sport. The devotees make elaborate fighting kites and try to win a contest by cutting their opponent's kite string. In manipulating the kites they jerk the strings up and down. Thus, "flying a kite" has become a humorous reference to masturbation. Near the end of my massage, Noi would always ask me, "We fly kite now?" That would break us both up. I would usually nod yes, but sometimes I wanted more and I would respond, "No, we fuck." We would then lie together on the table and finger and tongue fuck each other. I didn't give up men during that year. I took three or four home with me, but my purchased sex with Noi gave me more satisfaction than most of the sex I have had with men. There's a denouement to this story. Just before I left Thailand for another assignment I visited Noi at her family's house in northeastern Thailand. Most of the bars girls and masseuses in Bangkok are from the poverty stricken eastern part of the country. Her house there, where her parents and several younger siblings lived, was surprisingly luxurious: three rooms, concrete, with a metal rather than a thatched roof, a television antenna, and several acres of rice land. Noi had purchased the house and land with her earnings as a masseuse. She was doing well -- and the fortunes of her family were on the upswing. And, by chance at a drunken partly not long before I left Thailand, I heard three men talking about a girl named Noi. I perked up my ears and listened. It was my Noi they were talking about -- and they had all been fucking number 42. Noi, I realized, was servicing half the men and women in the American Embassy -- male and female. More power to her. I got my money's worth -- and more. |
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