Bangkok - Sex Stories

Bangkok

I finished a late dinner in the hotel restaurant but didn’t want to call it a night just yet. There were places in Bangkok that I knew would be entertaining but I neither wanted to battle the traffic nor the oppressive heat outside. I decided to check out the nightclub on the hotel’s top floor. All things considered, if I found it to be a typical business hotel population, mostly men, I would retire to my room and my book.

As I got off the elevator, there was a palpable thud of bass music coming from the club down the hall. There was a five-person band hammering out 1960s rock and roll. I discovered they were from Taiwan and quite frankly weren’t that bad, but very loud. The female vocalist had a 60’s sultry voice that was appealing on several levels.

The room was three-quarters full, an even smattering of Thai men and women along with the usual collection of foreigners. I found a place at the bar and ordered a drink, preparing to do a bit of social reconnaissance. As I watched the various people dancing my eye caught sight of a table with three women, one of which was staring intently at me. While I would not be considered shy, I have never been especially capable of sustaining bar chatter with a total stranger. Hotels in Bangkok are notorious for an inordinate amount of prostitutes frequenting their bars and clubs thus I projected an air of indifference when female interest occurred.

After my second drink, I began to relax. My gaze wandered back to the table of ...

... three women, finding they were now paying attention to people dancing and not so much to me. The woman who had paid the most overt attention to me was not only elegantly dressed but was extraordinarily beautiful. Her black hair had a sheen that glistened in the stage lights, and her stylish clothes clung tightly to her compact body. Her two companions got up to dance with one another and left her sitting alone. The music slowed to a soft ballad, and it was then I decided I would ask her to dance.

As I approached her table, she looked up and smiled. I started to ask her to dance, and she simply stood saying, “Yes”, before a word left my lips. We moved to the center of the dance floor as she lifted both arms and draped them around my shoulders, her body firmly pressed against me. Chilled by the AC in the club her hard nipples pressed against my chest as she leaned into me her hips softly rotated on mine.

My arousal was obvious as my stiffening shaft met her slow undulations. I attempted to move back, but a hand pressed on my back pushed me forward. The dance ended and I started to walk her back to her table only to be steered to the bar where she spoke in Thai to the bartender handing over a collection of currency to him then turning to me and saying,” Come let’s go.” In spite of my usual reticence, I followed without hesitation.

At the elevator, she turned to me staring intently into my eyes and said,” I am not a prostitute! I find you irresistible and when I decide on ...