My Thai Adventure with a Manic Lebanese Beauty

I was in Thailand and like many European guys on holiday there (I live in Paris) I had two things on my mind: cheap delicious street food and pussy.

I was sitting at a plastic table at the food market eating my $2 noodles, enjoying the colorful scene, reading my crime novel, and planning my next move. Would I trawl the apps, go to a bar, hit up Kiki (a Thai girl I had met at a club and exchanged numbers with), or simply pay for it (a last resort solution)?

As I was thinking, I noticed a woman who looked either Middle Eastern or Latina walking towards me with a plate of noodles. She had huge, jiggling tits and was wearing a scandalously low-cut top showing about eight inches of cleavage. Without thinking I waved her over and invited her to join me. She smiled and sat down. She was about 30 and gave off a somewhat manic, borderline vibe. She was quite pretty with black hair, big eyes, and a beautiful hourglass shape which really stood out in Asia. Immediately she told me that she was from Lebanon and that she “hated Israel”. It was the first thing out of her mouth. I had no interest in talking politics but clearly she wanted to rant, so I let her. Her opinions are her business. She teed off on Israel for ten minutes with no punches pulled. I said nothing, just listened and nodded. We were speaking French. After that we went for a walk and she told me how she had quit her job and was just vagabonding around Southeast Asia. I would describe her dress style as “stripper turned hippie”. In addition to the comically low cut halter top which also revealed a sexy pierced bellybutton she was wearing thin cotton elephant print trousers and flip flops. She was loquacious and a bit crazy, which I appreciated. I didn’t come to Thailand to meet normal people. I came to meet weird, sexy freaks.

After a couple of hours of strolling, drinking Mekong whiskey, and chatting we got back to her hostel. She said something like, “Well I’m home, I’m going inside”. I had enough experience with Arab women to know that she was testing me, not ending the date. “I know, I’m coming up with you,” I said. She smiled and led me in: challenge passed. (If you want Arab pussy, which is the best in the world by the way, you have to be confident and even aggressive.) It was a very cheap, very ad hoc hostel with a bunch of beds in one room and a sofa in the common room. Unfortunately there was some dude with a guitar in the bunk room, so I suggested we hang out on the sofa (there was no one else there).

After a few minutes of chatting with sustained eye contact and knees touching I got that tingly feeling in my cock that tells me it’s time to make my move. I reached out and with no warning pulled her top down and to the side. A single heavy, beautifully formed breast fell out like a ripe pear falling off the branch under its own weight. She smiled and didn’t move to stop me. “Pardon me, you have great breasts, I’ve been stealing glances at them all night, I had to see one,” I said pseudo-apologetically as I played with her nipple, which got immediately hard. We continued the conversation we were having before, only now one of her boobs was out. (It was round and firm and terminated in a dark, thick nipple.) A moment later I pulled her top back up, crossed my legs, and sat back like a psychoanalyst waiting for the next association. This surprised her — she was expecting me to kiss her, I think. It was a calculated move to get her to come to me. We chatted for another couple of minutes before she said, “my shoulders are tense, can you massage them?” (Classic!) I said sure. She lay on her back on the sofa with her head in my lap. I massaged her shoulders and upper arms. Her nipples were pointing like crazy through her thin top, so I pulled both of her breasts out this time, and began to alternate playing with her nipples and massaging her shoulders.

With a brusque gesture she sat up. “I want to suck your cock.” She led me into the shower — the only private place in the hostel. She stripped off in five seconds, squatted down, and took my outrageously hard cock in her mouth. “I knew you were going to be big,” she said with a nod of approval as she took it into her mouth. She had a sensational body and beautiful long wavy black hair. We both laughed: the theater was finally over, we were fucking, we could drop the chess game. “That top you were wearing was ridiculous,” I said. She took my cock out of her mouth, her hand still gripping the shaft. “I wear that whenever I want to get laid,” she giggled. “You’re the first guy that had the balls to hit on me. I decided to fuck you right then and there. I had to walk around for over an hour before someone approached me. What’s wrong with men here?” I stood her up, turned her around, pushed her against the wall, and slid into her pussy from behind as the cool water ran over us.

As you can probably guess, she was an amazing and very enthusiastic fuck (as all crazy women are). It was late and we were both tired, so we made it a quickie, but agreed to meet the next day for a long, slow, deep session in my bed.

Part two to come.